The long drive to pick up the maid
from her countryside village hadn’t been as bad as I had imagined. In fact the
scenery, blue skies and the occasional wildlife had made the two hour drive
enjoyable - Kenya was indeed a beautiful place. As soon as we got to the house,
I prepared us a quick bite to eat - after all it was her first day and she was
not at all familiar with the lay of the land so to speak, then showed her to
the servant quarters. This was a small self contained area at the rear of my
townhouse. The following day, she would start her training at the neighborhood
Domestic Center in order to perform the household duties required of her.
She was what I’d describe as a typical village girl - somewhat naive and a bit
timid. She had just finished high school but like so many who lived in
her village, didn’t have many options as far as her future was concerned. She
was short in stature, about 5’2” and about 115 lbs soaking wet. Her hair was
combed in a neat afro that I have to say accentuated her high cheekbones and
bright eyes. She did seem knowledgeable about current events and we had an
engaging conversation during our drive back from her village to the city. I
thought she’d be a great fit for my household.
In a few
weeks, Kendi had settled in and learned enough to run my household without much
hand holding. I woke up each morning to a hot breakfast and came come to find a
clean home and dinner on the table. She kept out of the way but always seemed
to pop out of nowhere when needed. My fellow expatriates were skeptical about
the arrangement but I can bet you my last shilling that none of them had it as
easy as I did. With time, we settled into a smooth routine and easy
relationship … until the day I came home unexpectedly in the middle of the day.
It was one of those warm days that
beckon you to take the afternoon off and laze by the pool sipping something
alcoholic or fall asleep in a hammock. With that thought in mind, I left work
early to start my afternoon of relaxation. I came home to a seemingly empty
house and went upstairs to put together a bag so that I could head to the club
for a swim. As I walked by my window I happened to catch a glimpse of her
standing in the bathroom in her quarters taking what I imagine was a cooling
shower. I can’t say I saw more than a flash but there she was, bare back,
lightly muscled, slender waist, round buttocks and firm thighs all covered in
wet chocolate skin. With that glimpse, my world tilted on its axis and the
perfectly balanced world that was my home away from home became tormenting
hell. I stood there for a moment, a little light headed, hard, and rather
shocked by my reaction. In a few minutes she came out into the courtyard in one
of her demure village dresses and got busy hanging the laundry clueless that
her boss had just seen her naked. Suffice to say, I left the house that
afternoon and didn’t come back until much, much later.
I couldn’t
get the image of her naked goodness out of my mind. In fact that was all I
thought about for days and nights. It took all I had not to jump her
bones and have her on the kitchen floor. What kind of mzungu (foreigner) would
that make me? I found myself noticing small things about her; like the way she
swung her hips walking through the living room, her soft feminine scent when
she walked by, the way she raised her hand over her mouth whenever she smiled …
so endearing. My world was definitely wobbling! This was not what I had
imagined but exactly what everyone had predicted.
Shortly
thereafter, I was glad to receive a two week assignment that would take me away
from the city and the “dangerous” situation that was waiting to happen.
My assumption was that the time away would clear my mind and hopefully
I’d meet someone interesting - there was no shortage of female expatriates or
local girls where I was headed.
After two
days, I missed her and everything about her including her numerous failed
attempts at making American food from the cookbook she had acquired during her
training. She liked singing as she worked especially when she thought I
couldn't hear her and blushed furiously if I happened to come around the corner
as she did so. I missed the sound of her accented voice so of course I called
her. Just to hear her voice and to hear her call me “Mr. Frank.” That’s what
she called me no matter how many times I asked her to just call me Frank. It
was always Mr. Frank this or Mr. Frank that and I had resigned myself to it.
For some reason it made me feel a bit special.
So you can
imagine my shock the day I got back and saw them taking a stroll down the
street, holding hands. Her hips swaying, skirt skimming the back of her knees,
the sun glinting off her afro. He was taller than my 5’9”, lanky and walked
with a jaunty spring in his step! I can’t tell you what he looked like because
I only saw the back of his head as I drove past leaving a cloud of dust in my
wake. I parked my car in the driveway and got the luggage out slamming the door
and the trunk just as she came around the corner with a smile on her face.
She did
not realize just how gutted I was and nor did I understand why I felt so
strongly about this fellow.
“Who was that and where were you.”
“That is my new friend Mr. Frank, he works in the house at the corner.” The
bright smile on her face was quickly turning to uncertainty and the hand she
had stretched out for mine was now clasped tightly by its mate. This was not
the welcome she had anticipated.
“Are you here to make friends or work?”
“I had taken your clothes to the dry cleaner like you asked me to. He was just
walking me home.” She answered, wringing her hands
Is that what you do when I am not home, allow men to walk you home?”
“No Mr. Frank, it was only this time.” I could hear the tremor is her voice. I
had never seen her cry but I was almost sure I was about to and felt bad. No,
horrible! I had no reason to use this tone with her. But I had no idea what had
come over me or how to stop it. Tears pooled in her eyes threatening to stream
down her cheeks,
“Here, take my bags in.” I said, handing her the bags and unlocking the door.
“I am sorry Mr. Frank that will not happen again. Welcome home.” I stepped into
the house and couldn’t help looking around to make sure the man hadn’t
trespassed into my lair. Nothing seemed to be out of place but then there was
no sure way to tell. Just like there was no way for me to tell how far their
“friendship” had gone. The rest of the day passed in a blur with Kendi keeping
to the kitchen and serving my meals quickly and efficiently. Once she was done
with her duties for the evening she retreated to her quarters leaving me to
wallow over my glass of brandy before I dragged myself off to bed.
I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned. Each time I closed my eyes, I saw them
locked in passionate embrace. Lips locked, his hands buried deep in her mussy
afro while hers gripped his muscular shoulders and her legs wrapped around his
sinewy thighs. With each toss came a variation of that image. Laying in her
bed, standing against the living room wall, on the kitchen counter. When not
driving myself insane with these images I was racked with guilt. I really had
no right to speak with her the way I had when I got home. She was my employee
but she also deserved respect and interaction with people other than myself.
The lights in her room were on so I knew she was still awake. I went downstairs
and knocked on her door gently, half hoping that she would ignore my intrusion.
But no, she cracked the door open and peered out. She was in a light colored
night dress and I could see the outline of curves silhouetted against the light
in her room. I knew then that I shouldn’t have attempted to have the
conversation until morning but it was now too late.
“Kendi, I am sorry about earlier. You can have friends if you want to.” My
voice sounded strained and I cleared my dry throat. She had opened the door
wider and I could now see her breasts pressed against the worn soft fabric of
her nightie. The thing wasn’t very long and barely got to her knees.
“That’s okey Mr. Frank”
“Are you sure? Look, give me a hug so I know you are okey.” I couldn’t believe
I had said that but with no hesitation, she stepped forward and pressed her body
against mine wrapping her arms around me. I wrapped mine around her and
squeezed gently all thoughts about the appropriateness of this situation long
gone from my mind. She felt good. Solid yet soft. The tight points of her
nipples pressed into my chest even as I felt myself harden against her stomach.
There is no way she couldn’t feel me through the two very thin pieces of fabric
between us.
I kissed her then. Gently. Sucked on her lower lip. Top lip. Paused. I didn’t
want to scare her. Not when I had her this close. Not when she tasted this
good. I kissed her again probing gently with my tongue seeking hers out, she
let out a whimper, a little moan and pressed herself against me. She
opened herself to me, her tongue dancing with mine, the hands at my chest
almost timid. I wanted to devour her, bury myself in her essence.
With my hands on her waist I lifted her and stepped into her room with my cock
grinding against her soft tummy. I set her down at the foot of the bed and
started unbuttoning her nightie. Like I’d imagined, those perfect breasts
topped by dark, tight nipples sat atop her chest with nary a sag. I marveled at
the contrast between our skin color as I cupped and kneaded gently, tugging and
twisting her tight nipples. She watched my hands and let out moan after sigh
after moan. Her hand grazed the front of my pajamas and my cock jumped in eager
anticipation. She rested both hands on my waist and her forehead against my
chest like she was trying to support herself. I loosened my pjs and let them
drop to the floor exposing myself to her. At first we just stood there with my
cock hanging between us, heavy and throbbing to my heartbeat. I could feel her
breath cooling the heat emanating from the thickness. Maybe she was making a
decision on how to move forward or maybe I didn’t look like she had expected.
She touched her fingertip to my tip and pulled away the large drop of pre-cum
that had seeped, stretching the thread until it broke. Her other hand wrapped
around my girth and squeezed gently.
I had her sit on the edge of her bed and stood between her legs spreading her
smooth chocolate thighs and letting her sweet scent wrap itself around me. My
cock reacted accordingly - tightening and lengthening even further, the seeping
purple head emerging fully from the foreskin and bumping against her chin. With
my hands cradling her soft face and thumbs caressing those thick lips, the next
step seemed so natural. I leaned forward slightly grazing the tip of my cock to
her lips and smeared them with my pre-cum. With her eyes on mine, her tongue
darted out to taste the smear, then darted out again and shyly licked the slit
at the tip while her hand skimming along the veined length. She opened her
mouth and took the head in, swirled her tongue around and sucked. My fingers
delved into her afro to keep her still. If I wasn’t careful I would cum sooner
that I wanted to - her warm mouth felt so good. With her eyes now closed, she
kept sucking and swirling, listening to my moans and reacting accordingly, both
hands now working my length. It seemed she was a natural at this and was bent
on getting even better, taking me in deeper, sucking like her life depended on
it. She would glance at me every now and then to gauge my reaction, her eyes
boring into mine. It was all too much. Those knowing eyes, those thick lips
wrapped around me and that tongue! I had to stop her.
“Is it not good Mr. Frank?”
“It is better than good,” I managed to grunt “it feels very nice. But you’ll
have to slow down abit.” I grasped her head in my hands and tried to move my
cock away but she’d have none of it.
“If you like it, then I must go on. I must make you feel very good.” with that
she pulled me back into her sweet wet mouth and continued tormenting me. With
my hands fisted in her hair I thrust my hips forward almost choking her. I gave
her what I hoped was an apologetic look when she looked up startled but my hips
were unrelenting. They suddenly had a life of their own and I wasn’t
about to stop that good feeling. I felt crazed. All that existed in my world
were her mouth, her eyes and my cock. My grunts and moans and the sucking
sounds she was making filled the small room and for a fleeting second I
wondered whether the neighbours could hear us. It didn’t matter though, not
then anyway. I could feel the tingling sensation ride down my spine and my
balls tightened upwards as with my next thrust the first of several spurts shot
out of my cock surprising her. She recovered well and managed to swallow most
of my cum and then continued to suckle on my cock as I stood there on my shaky
legs. Her ministrations were gentle, almost loving but she wouldn’t meet my
eyes. Gently, I used my thumb to clean off the cum that had escaped her mouth
and with her chin, tilted her face to mine.
“I didn’t know that would happen. Is it always like that?” Her voice was quiet,
almost a whisper. Her eyes darting away from mine.
“Yes, that happens when a man is very excited. Did I hurt you?” My heart was
still beating hard in my chest and I could barely hear myself speak.
“No, I am okey. Now I think you will feel better. Tomorrow we will start
afresh. Yes?” With that she stood up and slipped her nightie back on and with
eyes averted again started working the buttons. I felt like a jerk! I’d come
down to apologize and had ended up receiving a blowjob instead. The least I
could have done was return the favor but as it was I, the master of the home
was gently shooed out of her quarters.
I woke up the following morning painfully hard. For a moment I thought it had
been a dream but I could still smell her on my fingers. Admittedly, I was
nervous going downstairs for breakfast but I had to get to work so after a
quick shower down I went with my semi-hard cock safely zipped up in my pants. I
had everything planned out - I would apologize, have my breakfast and leave as
soon as I could. I only hoped she would not tell me she was leaving my
employment. However, while my breakfast was laid out on the table, she was
nowhere to be found - not that I was going into her quarters to look for her.
The week passed with very little communication between us. She would make my
meals, clean the house and do the laundry. Everything that was expected of her
was done to perfection. There was however, no laughter, no singing and she
certainly wasn’t making me any of her special meals. My nights on the other
hand were filled with dreams of her in every sexual position known to man. I
felt terrible and considered letting her go but was sure that would make me
feel worse for denying her an income.
When one week became two, I decided that something had to be done. I only hoped
that whatever I said would not make things worse than they already were. She
was in laundry room folding the day’s washing and was initially unaware of my
presence. I stood there, out of site observing her and feeling like a bit of a
pervert. The dress she was wearing fit her well accentuating her body in the
right places and drew the kind of response that I was trying to avoid.
I cleared my throat not wanting to startle her. “Kendi, can I speak with you
for a moment?” I didn’t sound as confident as I wanted to appear.
She gave a slight nod and I proceeded into the room maintaining some distance
between us. Her hands never stopped folding but with my face flushed I forged
forward, “I am sorry about the other night. It was not my intention to take
advantage of you in that way. I wanted to apologize about my reaction to your
friend and things got out of hand.”
Silence.
Look, if you would like to leave, that’s understandable. I will pay you for
this month and next month. I can also give you a ride back home if you want.
You do a great job here and I would really like for you to stay.” She looked at
me then but kept folding. My heart sank a little with that. Maybe she was
really considering leaving.
“Do you want some time to think about it?”
“No!” My heart sank even further.
“I like working here Mr. Frank.
You are a fair boss and have taught me many things. I will stay and work hard
for you.” While she really hadn’t given me her full attention during the entire
conversation, my heart rose a little with that. All hope was not lost.
“Thank you Kendi, you will not
regret that decision.” She gave me a slight smile and turned back to her
laundry but I was glad. If I could keep my errant cock in my pants and erotic
thoughts out of my mind, I was sure everything would go well.
That strategy worked for a while and the situation at home relaxed
considerably. I found many activities to keep me busy after work, long trips
over the weekend and girls to keep me distracted. But I still dreamt about her
almost every night, was jealous if I heard her laughing on the phone and was
constantly worried that she would meet someone on her days off. Eventually my
activities tapered off and the women became unappealing. The only woman I
thought about was the one residing in my servant quarter and I was very sure I
wasn’t welcome there.
It was her weekend off so, feeling horny and restless I had stripped off my
clothing and was lying stark naked on the couch slowly wanking to the image of
her lips around my cock. I wanted to draw it out and make the feeling last for
a while so, I would repeatedly bring myself to the edge then ease back. With my
eyes closed and the music a bit loud, I didn’t hear her come into the room but
I definitely felt it when her hand closed around my balls.
“Wait, you don’t have to do this.” As much as I’d been dreaming, wishing and
hoping, I didn’t want to get myself in a bind. I stood up, trying to move away.
“But I want to. I know you enjoyed it and I liked doing it to you so it’s
okey.” A low groan escaped my lips at that. The woman was killing me. It didn’t
take much more than that and the memory of her lips to weaken my resolve. This
time however, it would be better for her.
Slipping her church dress off her shoulders, I revealed the succulent breasts I
remembered so well. Their dark nubs were puckered, ready to be sucked. I sat
her on the couch and knelt between her legs. She was beautiful and sensual. I
took one of her breasts and sucked the nipple into my mouth while my other hand
roamed her body skimming over her tight waist and rounded hips, over the kinky
hair covering the very spot I had been dreaming about nightly. With my hand
behind her knee, I lifted her right foot onto the couch then stopped sucking to
take in the beauty before me. I lifted her other foot and placed it onto the
couch to fully expose her bright pink center. We had barely started yet she was
wet and her aroma filled the air around me. She looked at me with heavily
lidded eyes while tugging and twisting her nipple … waiting.
I leaned forward and kissed her. Not the gentle kiss that I’d given her
previously. This time I knew she wasn’t running anywhere. She wanted me just as
much as I wanted her. I sucked her swollen lips as my tongue delved inside her
mouth seeking hers out. I left my mark on her neck as I worked my way south
tagging on both nipples then sucking each one to hard, fat nubs before I
proceeded further down, past her belly button and into her pink wetness. With
my fingers, I gently spread her lips further before I leaned in and gave her a
long lick from her tight entrance to the point above her hidden clit. She
tasted even better than she smelt. I licked her again and felt her thighs jerk
slightly and close in around my head. I then sucked on her clit gently drawing
it out before I started a quick firm flick. Kendi’s moans filled the room, her
hips ground upwards and her hands gripped my hair tightly keeping me in place.
When she came, her cunt pulsed and released more of her heavy cream and it was
all I could do to keep myself from spending right there on the floor.
I leaned back on my hunches to admire her pulsing cunt, placed my hand over her
and ground down gently. She jerked again another small cum sending tremors
through her limbs. I leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh, her tummy, her
neck then her lips. Let her taste her salty flavor as I aligned my cock to her
cunt, I ground myself against her, coating myself in her copious juices while I
rubbed my entire length against her clit. With each upward movement she let out
a sigh that fueled my arousal. She looked delirious.
With my tip at her entrance, I pushed in gently watching my cock slip into her
and pulled out. I then looked up to watch her. Her face was covered with a
light sheen and her eyes were closed, lips parted, nose flared.
“Kendi, open your eyes, look at me I want you to look at me, look at us.”
I pulled out to the head and waited. She opened her eyes to slits and I pushed
in as she watched, her hands gripping my arms. I pulled out and her eyes opened
up wider and she looked into mine. I pushed in and pulled out, I pushed back in
and ground against her nub. She closed her eyes straining her neck back, pussy
spasming, thigh muscles clenching. My once naive maid hunched her hips to meet
my mine, her arms wrapped around me grabbing my ass and urging me on. Nothing
about what we were doing was gentle. My thrusts were hard and deep, the couch
beneath us moved each time I thrust into her. The sound of our thighs smacking
into each other filled the room adding to the soundtrack of our love making.
Sweat dripped off me and landed on her. Her once perfect Church Afro was matted
and in disarray. Her face? It was a thing of beauty as she reached the point of
no return. The keening moan she let out was like no other and she continued to
cum as I kept at that deliberate thrust and grind, trying to hold back as long
as I could. My incoherent grunts followed soon after as with a final push, I
buried my cock to the hilt and came deep inside her. I remained there, on my
aching knees leaning over her prone body, cock twitching in response to her
spasms, my body involuntarily thrusting against hers.
Even then I didn’t want to leave her wet warmth but my aching knees demanded
otherwise and with the rest of the afternoon still ahead of us, we needed to
find a more suitable spot. I gathered her into my arms and with her chocolate
legs wrapped around me, I carried her to my room and into my bed.
My world had certainly shifted.