Mr.Hyena Compesates Three Weeks of no Bonking Sessions

Today let me share with you a story which happened when I was working in Busia. If you are a regular
reader of this column, you can remember the times when I used to photograph babes on credit with
intentions of bonking them.

One time, things totally refused to work out for me. All the women I had
photographed on credit that time were not willing to part their legs for me. This made me sexually
starved and horny to drill any type of Kandahar I could land on be it arid or semi-arid but to no avail. As
days passed by, I could no longer live without tasting my daily meal.

Out of frustration, I decided to go to
a bar one evening to put off this Kandahar stress. On reaching the bar, I was very pleased to find new
people. In fact apart from the bartenders, there were three babes at the bar. They were seated on
different tables.
I vowed not to let all these babes leave without one falling into my fix. While thinking of which babe to
approach first, two of the three babes left. This left me with only one option. Fearing that she could also
leave, I immediately moved to where she was. People, hardly did I see her when I immediately got
moved for her. We made eye contact and within minutes, we were opening the same page. I introduced
myself as Hyena and she introduced herself as Dorcus. “Ohhhh Dorcus, what a lovely name!” I
commented to which she smiled showing off her dimples. I called the waiter over and ordered for
refreshments as well as liquor. As I took sodas, Dorcus took booze. She asked me why I didn’t take booze
but I told her that it was because of religion. She tried luring me into tasting booze but I politely declined
quoting the Koran verse that prohibits Moslems from taking booze.

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This didn’t go well with her. She threatened leaving me with a claim that she didn’t deal with guys who
don’t take booze. I pleaded and she eventually understood me. At a quarter to mid-night, we retreated
to my home. While moving, Dorcus’s hand was maneuvering my poisonous territory. She ordered me to
stock more booze saying that she takes booze like fish in water. I positively responded to her demand
and she took booze like there was no tomorrow and we headed home. On reaching home, I took her to
the dining table and told her to get on top. She lay on the table and I pulled down her top. She lay on the
table and I pulled down her knickers. Without much effort, I moved between her lags. She was hesitant
and somehow concerned about what I was doing. We passionately kissed. Afterwards, I slowly inserted
my finger into her Kandahar and systematically jiggled it.

After inspecting her Kandahar, I unleashed my tongue and gave her an outstanding BJ. She wrapped her legs around my back. After a few minutes, Dorcus began biting her lips signifying that she was enjoying whatever I was doing to her.
We then relocated to my bed. This time, she told me that it was her turn. She pushed me back to the
bed and I lay on my back. As she pulled off, I thanked God for landing me on such a hottie. She then
pulled out my hungry anaconda which had already begun dripping pre-cum. Without warning, she
directed it into her Kandahar and she began buffeting on it. I told her that I love it very much and was
getting excited. “You taste so good,” she fantasized. The more she feasted on my pre-cum, the more it
stiffened. People by this time, I could feel the hardness of my whopper and wanted to feel the weight
and smoothness of her hairy meat. By this time, she was soaking wet. I confessed to her how inflexible it
had been to bear with three months without feasting on a Kandahar. Surprisingly, she also said that it
had been six months since she was last shafted.

She then threw herself on the bed telling me how much she needed and wanted me. I immediately
dressed my whopper with a CD and pushed it inside her oil well. As soon as she felt my whooper inside
her Kandahar, she started to come. “Ohhhh sweet….more….deeper…Ohhhh!” she moaned. All of a
sudden, we got so wet and smooth with our juices. Since I had forgotten how good a woman truly
tastes, I pulled out my whopper to put off the CD so that I could enjoy her to the extreme. Dorcus told
me to make it hurriedly and make her finish. After a few jazzes, through my shafting system upon which
I released over 30ml of magma. I was now left with the burden of making Dorcus finish. By this time, I
was already tired so I had to use my fingers and by the seventh minute, Dorcus gushed out over 200ml
of El-Nino. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. Even in our exhaustion, we woke up three more time in
the wee hours of the night and shafted her into coma.
The following day, I gave Dorcus a 50k note as a token of appreciation for allowing me access the pin
code to her hairy meat. Afterwards, I gave her push back to town.

Till then, I remain yours truly, The
Mighty Hyena.