Ritah The Monger
Yesterday, Friday was a thrilling fantastic night, all happened, my rommie, Hilda who had decided to practice tertiary abstinence lost it again this time, at the back of an SUV somewhere around Kisemetti Parking lot whereas for I Ritah Le’ Monger I tasted an English organ. However it wasn’t the pleasant bedroom experience I initially anticipated. Yesterday I came to terms with my teenage hypothesis why porn performers with British accents are rarely seen around this industry’s sex scenes.
7:30pm
I have two invites, one to the Fat Boys re-grand opening by some white ninja I hooked up with while at Sky Lounge (he enjoyed my Ugandan flaccid butt and I too promised to a share my “ekitone” if he’d work for it and definitely this was one route to proving he is worth an hour or two.
Then the other was to yesterday’s Friday Night Lights at YMCA of which some self-proclaimed twitter celebrity who continuously stalked my DM on twitter used for a meet up. Dude survived my wrath on his swallow pockets. There was whim. I decided to rule FNL out since I could smell this twitter celeb’s cheapness from a distance (ninja must have prepared 200 mbs for me) around those Wandegeya courts.
However for the sake and happiness of my village Hilda whose teenage adolescent roots stem from as far as Bukomero-Kiboga and had confessed never naturally eyeing BebeCool with her retina but only eye balling his customes on Bukedde Tv. I decided to escort her to YMCA.
At YMCA things went as planned and normal till Bebecool’s very own jams got him horny therein publicly humping DJ Karo. At the end of the day even the rapists leave the court.
10:30pm
At Sky Lounge Hilda clung onto his Musoga Sangoma, drinks, a Remy and a Moet please, the drinks kept following. Thereafter Hilda was on top of the table tweaking her small pancake behinds vigorously, occasionally bending over to reveal her inner French pink flower pants as she seductively gazed at his Sangoma.
Soon I realized both his Sangoma and my ninja’s hungry whoppers were now slithering beneath their jeans, and needed to chew asap. Minutes after, Hilda continued wiggling and teasing. The Musoga Sangoma couldn’t handle it anymore and off he carried Hilda to his car in the parking lot. What happened after there, the condoms she asked for tell.
12:00am
My British ninja is now inebriated and speaking in tongues as he continuously caresses my pulp hard on breasts. His rare genre of poetry accompanied by his articulate British accent got my crotch itching. His fragrance from his sweaty body got me hallucinating. Was already picturing ourselves in the bedroom, I kissed him hard as I moved my hand to feel his erect, hard one cock. He slid his hand beneath my pants and ferociously began fingering my now watery cunt. I passed on drool mourns of pleasure that drew the public’s attention to our table stationed in the bars dark corner. The public was now eyeing us but I didn’t care, the pleasure he bestowed upon cunt with his fat fingers was overwhelming.
12:30am
In one of the bar’s loos, Muzungu descended onto my crotch smilingly kissed it before he began licking my cunt. In fact I felt dehydrated as he pulled the very last of juice down there.
He gawked at me for a second, still silent, (I felt shy and hid my face from his eyes) before lowering his pants thereby revealing his hard light stiff penis. Its smooth light-skinned complexion got my mouth yearning for it. My mouth felt hollow, Saliva started oozing from my mouth, I needed to get a taste of this white man’s cock. So I bent on my knees, reached out and held his cock into my hands (oh it was hard though its cartilage nature made it relatively soft) and started smoothly licking the head like a lollipop before I wholly shoved deep down my mouth.
1:00am
He truly thumped my vagina hard and ferociously, I believe. It was too early for an orgasm but I could no longer hold up. I felt myself cum till he uttered out something in an awkward accent as he bellowed; he sounded like a mating dog trying to bake. My attention was completely derailed off this sex moment, my cunt suddenly felt dry and rusty. I felt completely agitated and disgusted by his accent. It’s minutes later that I discovered he was trying to say “Bitch you sweet” Nevertheless I had attained my first orgasm unknowingly and maybe I was only waiting for my second time around these zones.
Till next Saturday I have been yours truly Rith Le’Monger.
