Someone told me that there was a shortage of cosmetics in Kyotera and being the shrewd businessman that I am, I straight away laded my Sahara with loots of the fake stuff to go down there to make some quick money. However, my beautiful Yasmine jumped into the truck just as I was preparing to leave home. “I can’t let you go to that place alone,” she said, afraid that I was going to shaft the Jinns there.
I tried to explain to her that I don’t sleep with just anything, but she was very adamant. Just as I was running out of ideas of convincing her with her sister unexpectedly showed up. “Sweetheart, I know what happened to Livingstone Kasozi and I wouldn’t want to go through the same thing.” I assured her before driving off with Abby at the wheel. We bribed several officers on the way and managed to reach Kyotera by midnight, welcomed by a huge poster of a new Hotel called Seroma which we booked into.
I called my wife and reassured her that I was very fine as I ogled beautiful babes in all shapes and sizes who were swinging their bums outside our room. I decided to rest before exploring the town and dropped unto the Mazongoto to sleep. Just 40 minutes later, I was rudely woken up by loud banging on the room door.
“Hyena, come out. I have hooked some beautiful babes for us to devour,” Abby shouted from outside. “What is wrong with you? Instead of getting us food you are busy looking for women, “ I complained, but I immediately woke up and dressed up to impress the babes in case they were really beautiful. Abby took me to New Friends Pub where I found that the babes were indeed very brown, juicy and beautiful.
My whopper started warming up for a feast later on. “The ones putting on the blue tops are mine but you can choose from the other mean looking ones,” he said. I really didn’t mind their mean looks because I know that in bed women are all the same. After the introductions, one of the babes said, “Daddy we are hungry.” I sensed that she wanted to detooth me but since money is no longer an issue with me, I pulled out a bundle of 10ks. The babes exchanged looks and started ordering for chicken, chips and booze like they were on rampage.
One of the babes called Jalia said, “I fell in love with you before I even met you.” She started exploring my thigh sensuously. I was so overcome by the sweet feeling in my whopper that I couldn’t answer for some time. Although the babes were drinking booze like their lives depended on it, I kept the drinks flowing and literally took over the small bar. In fact they started calling me their Kamuswaga. Very soon our little group was joined by several guys who claimed that they were Jalias brothers but I didn’t mind, knowing that I would reap the benefits later on.
At around 2am, I told Jalia that I wanted to see what I was investing in. “Let us go behind this building and I give you some Jaribu, “she suggested. Now really excited, I followed her but on our way out, Jalia called one of her friends and told her, “Tell Afande that I need to see him as soon as possible.” Her friend just nodded and went out on the pretex of going for a short call. The moment we reached behind the building, I started exploring and surfing her but she caught my hands. “What kind of jaribu do you want? She asked.
Confused, I thought about it for some minutes before asking, “How many kinds are there? Jalia smiled and said, I can go south on you using both my mouth and hands, but for shafting you will have to pay.” Although I knew that jaribu is supposed to be free, I gave her a 10k note and started surfing her again. “Okay, you can use your mouth,” I told her and my whopper shot up in anticipation. “Do you want it Nairobi style or Tanzanian style?” she asked me again. By now I was really getting irritated as I asked, “What difference does it make?” she kept on looking around suspiciously, but by now I was too horny t even notice.
“For Nairobi style I just use my mouth but for Tanzanian one, I go down on you and also let you shaft me, and then take the whole 10k,” she said. Since there was no way I was shafting her in that alley, I settled for Nairobi style but told her to take all the money. She immediately went on her knees and just as I was pulling out my mega whopper, someone came from behind and put a knife on my throat. “Do I take your money or your life?” a man’s voice said.
I was so scared that my whopper immediately became limp. Jalia immediately got up and emptied all my pockets into her huge handbag. Thankfully, I had left all my phones in the hotel room. The guy turned out to be one of Jalia’s supposed brothers. They ordered me to sit down and took off with all my money. What hurt me the most was that I never got to shaft Jalia yet I had spent a lot of money on her.
I quietly went back to my room after the ordeal, regretting losing my money for the night. Abby came back some time later after going through the same experience. I swear, I will never go back to that place again because kyotera babes are the worst.
Till next time, I remain yours Truly, The Mighty Hyena.