Written by Vixen Banks

I woke up early, when the mist was still rising from the swimming pool outside my bedroom door. I had slept early last night. Being in this large house alone is not an easy thing and it usually gets so dark so quickly. I was restraining myself since I know there was no way I wasn’t going to get fucked if I should go to any party in the state I’m constantly in now – horny-.  I decided I’d go for a little swim, just to get myself fully awake and ready to start the day.

I got out of bed in my long sheer night gown, pulled open the sliding glass door and walked out onto the patio. It was a beautiful morning, a glorious day to spend money. I thought I might go to some ritzy stores on the Island. After all, what was the use of having money if you didn’t spend it? And spending money was the second thing I was very good at.

I strode to the side of the pool and dipped my foot into the water. Ah, just right. I reached down to the hem of my gown and lifted it over my head. I was nude underneath. For a moment, I studied my naked reflection in the glass door. I love looking at my lush, over-ripe body, big hips, tiny waist and large breasts. I lifted my breasts and examined the large round nipples. Even when I handle my boobs, I could begin to feel the juices flow between my thighs. My hands massaged my flat little tummy, then wandered down to the little triangle of bald patch below. My hands smoothed over my pubis, then one little finger slipped in between my pussy lips. Ahh, I was wet and dripping, and so early in the morning! Alas, my poor hard-working husband wasn’t there to service me. Oh, well, I thought, someone has to make the money.

I walked over to the shallow side of the pool and sat down beside it, my long legs dipping into the water. I thought I should take a swim, but I didn’t think I could swim a stroke without getting a few strokes up my snatch. Goodness, this yearning for a nice big cock is driving me crazy!

But even money couldn’t buy everything when you wanted it. I’d have to make do. With my legs dangling in the water, I leaned back on an air mattress beside the pool, and began slowly stroking my pussy. Oooh, that was good. So good. One hand held open my pussy lips, while the fingers on the other hand found my big exposed clit and began rubbing against it. As one of my girlfriend had explained at lunch at the Polo Lounge a few afternoons ago, this was “clitoriffic”.

My hand began stroking my clitoris faster and faster. My hips began grinding and moving against the plastic air mattress. While one hand played with my pussy, my other hand began massaging my heavy breasts, pulling at the nipples, slowly moving in circles. The warmth of the sun’s early morning light felt good on my skin. I inserted one finger up my snatch. It was no way near the size of the dick I wished was pushed up there at the present, but it would have to do for now.

As I played with myself, I closed my eyes and began thinking of the bartender at a ritzy bar I often stopped by after shopping for a nice refreshing drink. He was young, in his early twenties, and built like a body-builder. I had never had the pleasure of pulling down those tight black pants of his, but I had often thought about what I would find there. A big nice cock? Now, that would be nice. I could just imagine him, standing there with his pants down, and this cock the size of a big cucumber standing at attention. Could I get my lips around that…

It seemed the sun had gotten covered by clouds, for a shadow passed over my body. When I opened my eyes, I saw a figure standing beside me, silhouetted by the sun. I, gasped and sat up. “Oh!”

I jumped right into the pool with a big splash. When I turned around, I saw that the shadow had been cast by Musa, our gardener. He was a tall, thin Fulani man from the North. I had completely forgotten that he often liked to arrive early in the morning to get a lot of the work done in the lawn before it became too hot.

“I sorry, Madam,” he said.

My face was red with indignation. At first, I felt extremely angry at him. No doubt he had stood there watching me, lying completely naked on the air mattress, my legs spread, fingering my privates. Yet, he did seem very embarrassed himself. He motioned that he had just come around the side of the pool, where he had been attending the flowers there and… well, he literally ran into me.

“I sorry. Sorry, madam” he kept stuttering

“Oh… it’s okay, Musa”

He smiled and nodded. Although I could see he was trying not to look, he couldn’t quite turn his eyes away from my magnificent jugs bobbing in the water. I also couldn’t turn my eyes away from the crotch of his guinea material trousers. It looked like he had stuffed a tree branch down there.

I knew Musa had a wife and a few kids up in his hometown. He talked fondly of them. Yet, he did not see them for months at a time, except during the big sallah. He must get very lonely. Whatever did he do with that tree branch in the meantime? I wondered.

“I… go cut the bush now,” Musa said.

“Now.”

“yes, madam”

I walked toward the shallow end of the pool, water streaming from my full, nude body. Musa stood paralyzed. He wasn’t in any hurry to prune bushes. He was more interested in the dish coming toward him. While I stood in the shallow water, Musa’s cock was just at the level of my mouth. Incredibly, it seemed to be growing bigger.

“I go start am  now,” Musa repeated, but he made no effort to move. He took off his straw hat and wiped his brow.

“Not yet, Musa,” I said. “I want to talk to you for a moment.”

“Yes, madam”

“I just wanted to thank you for the wonderful job you’ve been doing of keeping the compound so well kept.”

He nodded. “Thank you, madam”

“And… I want to make sure that you keep those bushes nice and thick on the other side of the property. We wouldn’t want any of our neighbors being able to spy on us.”

“Oh, no, madam”

“Because there are some things we want to keep private,” I said. “Not everyone needs to know what goes on around here.” Musa began breathing heavily as I reached up and tugged at the rope dangling from his trousers.

“Oh, no. Private. is private.”

“That’s good,” I said.

“private, private,” Musa kept repeating as I tugged harder on the rope and it loosened. Down came his trousers so quickly that his heavy cock bounced up and down several times like the diving board on the pool. His cock was about a good nine inches, with a dark glistening head, it looked like a fair sized snake ready to pounce on its victim. I couldn’t take it any longer and I plunged my mouth down about the head of the cock.

“Ahh,” moaned Musa. He put his hands behind my head and pressed his dick farther into my mouth. Once inside my mouth, Musa’s dick grew even bigger until I almost choked on it. This was too good to be believed.

“huhn, huhn,huhn,” Musa grunted as I licked and sucked on his cock like a kid starved of Lollipop and suddenly given one.

“Mmmm,” I gurgled.

He moved his hips back and forth, just fucking my mouth for some time. Then he pulled me by the arm out of the pool. He was amazingly strong, despite his wiry body, I realized. He lay me down on the air mattress, then, kicking off his trousers so that his legs were free, he knelt on top of me, a knee on either side of my head, so that his prick dangled above my cock hungry mouth. He took hold of his cock and flopped it about my face then positioned his dick at my mouth and fed it in. I hungrily took it all. His large balls dangled in my eyes. I opened my mouth as wide as i could in order to take all the Mallam meat I could. Musa was gentle. He took his time, easing it past my teeth, over my tongue to my tonsils. He still had a few more inches to go.

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Just a few minutes ago, I had been wishing with everything I had just to have a big dick inside me. my dreams had come true. That, I guessed, was just the ubber rich lifestyle

Musa fucked my face for some time, until I finally pulled his long hose out of my mouth for a bit and said, “Musa, you’ve got to fuck me in my pussy. I really need to get fucked.”

“Yes, madam” he replied. He moved off of me, then knelt between my legs, holding them wide for a good look at my wide open dripping pussy.

“Oh,fuck me, Musa. Please. Please.” I begged as my body was already burning up in anticipation of having the long hose inside me. My pussy was dripping juice and quite open in readiness to receive the black mamba.

He stuck a finger in my moist pussy and began fucking me with that.

“Oh, Musa, Musa, you’re driving me crazy,” I cried out. “Fuck me.” I snapped

Then Musa flipped me over on my stomach, pushed my face down on the air mattress and grabbed my buttcheek, using his knees to push mine up and apart. He then grabbed me by the ass cheeks and with a sure quick movement, thrust his big manmeat deep into my pussy.

“Aye, aye, aye,” cried Musa.

“Oooh, Musa, fuck me, Musa, Fuck me” I moaned

He fucked me with the strength for which he had been famous in his little Fulani village, the strength which even married women often sought out when their own husband’s cock no longer functioned. His thighs slapped against my ample ass. I reached between my legs and fondled his jingling balls. They were filled with cum juice, I knew. I couldn’t wait until it would cum spurting out of his dick so that I could slurp down every last drop.

I stretched out farther on the air mattress, thrusting my randy butt higher into the air to receive the tremendous dick of my fulani gardener. He grabbed me by a shank of my hair and pulled my head back, arching my back in the process and making his cock to reach further and deeper into my recesses. I screamed in ecstasy, not minding or caring that the neighbours could hear my cries of pleasure.

“fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” I screamed endlessly as the mallam pounded my pussy for all it was worth.

Then he pressed me flat down against the air mattress and fucked me for a while that way, howling like a wild animal.

“I’ve got to suck you some more,” I begged, gasping. “I need a taste of your big cock right now.”

Musa pulled out his pussy drenched cock and I got up on my knees and turned around. Musa then lay on his back down, his dick sticking straight up like one of the palm trees around the pool. I began sucking away at his cock, up and down, pushing my mouth all the way down to his cum-laden balls then back again. His prick was glistening like an oiled black mamba, shiny and primed to cum.

I knew he would cum any time now from his howls and the contraction of his balls so I kept sucking, harder and faster now, and also using my hand to give him a hand job at the same time, my mouth lightly capping his cockhead to catch all the spunk that would soon be spewing.

His dick shot cum like a geyser. I tried to take as much as I could in my mouth, but soon it was drooling out of the sides.

“madaaaaaam” he panted after blasting cum after cum into my eager mouth. I licked what I could and allowed the rest to slid down my chin to fall on my hard nipples. Musa just lay there panting and trying to catch his breath. I slipped back in the pool, satiated for the moment. I wanted a big cock to fill up my aching pussy and I got one right under my nose. I smiled to myself, Mr DaSilva could stay as long as he wanted overseas, I have a capable man meat right here.

Vixen Banks blogs at http://missyerotica.blogspot.com.ng/

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