As I turned around to see where Angela was Uncle Solomon suddenly barked out something in Caribbean. Angela stopped dead in her tracks. Uncle Solomon barked out something else causing Angela to bow and quickly head off down the porch away from us and into another door.

“Please forgive my sister,” Uncle Solomon stated as he motioned for me to enter the house, “She forgets her place sometimes.”

I suddenly had a streak of panic race through me. Was she supposed to be over in the guest quarters? I decided right then and there not to say a word about what had happened during my bath, and much less about how she woke me up! I followed Uncle Solomon into his house. It’s exquisite in every way. It is plainly evident that everything has been placed precisely. From the beautiful woven rugs on the floor to the most delicate statue on a cabinet, everything was absolutely immaculate. Uncle Solomon lead me into the dining room which was pretty much as I suspected it would be. It had a long one foot high mahogany table in its center with a vase of cut flowers and sparkling plates and bowls arranged for two. And on the floor it was surrounded by several large flat pillows.



TWO

Against the interior wall stood a five foot tall mahogany cabinet with two doors and a small Ninja sitting on its top. The opposite wall was a large picture window that overlooked the ornate garden to the rear of the house. Aside from that the room was completely bare. Uncle Solomon gestured for me to have a seat at the side of the table while he sat at the head. As we settled in a door in the wall directly across from me slid open and Angela appeared. She was carrying a small tray with a small bottle and two very short glasses on it. She approached the table and knelt on the pillow between me and Uncle Solomon, placing the tray carefully on the table.

“I hope you like Saki,” Uncle Solomon stated as Angela placed a small glass in front of each of us. She then poured Saki into each glass, Uncle Solomons glass first.

😇

Angela pulled the sides of my robe up over my waist, covering my now spent dick. As she started to stand I stopped her.

“Just a minute Angela,” I said as I brought myself to a seated position next to her.

Angela had a queried look on her face as I moved in close to her. She was kneeling on a small pillow with her hands folded in her lap, so as I approached her we were face to face. I raised my hands up and gently cradled her soft round face before leaning forward and kissing her. Her soft lips pressed firmly against mine and we kissed deeply for several seconds. I could very clearly taste her sweet pussy juice on her lips as I opened my mouth and darted my tongue into hers. As I pulled back away from her Angela was absolutely beaming.

“Thank you very much Angela,” I said while looking into her dark brown eyes, “You are absolutely fantastic.”

A broad smile came across her face before she replied softly, “Hi, Mr. Raymond.” with another small bow.
“Please Angela,” I said as I lowered my hands to her shoulders, “Just Raymond.”

Angela smiled at me again, “Hi.” she said with another small bow. “It’s almost time for dinner. Shall we dress?”

It’s a little strange having help doing something you have done by yourself since you were a kid, but I didn’t really mind when I would gaze at this Special beauty helping me. Angela made sure everything was exactly in place before gesturing toward the door with a small bow. After donning my shoes at the door, I walked through the ornate garden toward the back of the main house, Angela following a few steps behind me. As I stepped up onto the back porch Uncle Solomon came to the door and greeted me.

“Good afternoon Raymond,” he said with a bow, “Are you rested?”

“Yes, my friend,” I answered as I slid my shoes off my feet, “I feel really good.”

As I turned around to see where Angela was Uncle Solomon suddenly barked out something in Caribbean.


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‘Gooood,’ she said. ‘Gooodnesss.... Oh....gosh.....my goooodnesss...hmm.....’ she kept saying.

His body felt tensed. He could fell joules of passion going through his nerves. He started breathing hard and he knew he would soon get to the climax.

She dug her nails on his chest. It was not to punish but to express excitement at what he was doing to her. The nails were not long for they would have drawn blood. They still left marks all the same.

Tade kept thrusting in her vagina. She clamped her legs at his back. In that way, they were inextricably entangled. His scrotum shrunk. He was about to come. There would be no need to tell her or make a sudden withdrawal.

Seconds later, he erupted inside her. As if on cue, her body shuddered. He nails dug more into his chest as she climaxed. The two of them were breathing hard. A lustful race had just been successfully completed.

They collapsed on each other on the bed. He would have to get his breath back. Among all the girls/ladies he had had sex with, Wura was the wildest. After a couple of minutes, she went to the wardrobe to bring a nylon package out. From it, she brought a wrapped paper. She went on of the bedroom to the small kitchen. There, she emptied the powder in the wrapped paper inside a glass cup, stirred it and returned to the bedroom.

She took from the drink while she handed the remaining to him. Without asking what the water contained, he gulped the drink down. Few minutes later, the two of them were ready for sex action again.

This time, Wura decided to be creative. She straggled him using her hand to line up his cock and then sat down. She engulfed his cock in her hot dripping cunt in one go and began to ride him.

It took all his will not to cum straight away. He had to focus on anything but for the beautiful girl fucking him and the pleasure he was getting. She grabbed him and pulled his head back. Tade let his eyes close and thought of other things different from something sexual.

He could feel her getting close, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She was close but he was even closer. He did not want to cum so fast, so he made things to slow down. His mouth was level with her breasts so he could lovingly assail them, licking and kissing, and then he found one of those big nipples and began to suck making her moan so loudly with pleasure. He nipped her sensitive nipple with his teeth.

This action pushed her over the edge and she took him with her to a higher level. Her body tensed up and she howled with delight. Her cunt contracted around his cock that pushed him over. It was the one of the most intense orgasms of his life as he sent spurt after spurt deep inside her.

A smile of contentment was on her lips as she came down. She put both arms around his neck and panted as he remained inside her. She stood and his penis slipped out of her vagina, letting both his and her cum run down the inside of her leg. Yes, many of them were wild but Goldie was wilder.

After putting the robe back on Angela lead me back down the hall to the sleeping room and rolled the mat out for me. As I lay down I looked up at the beautiful girl.

“Who are you?” I asked while looking directly into her shining eyes.

“I am Angela,” she replied with a bow, “Uncle Solomons’ sister.”

Lying on the mat, I did not care that I was still in my robe. The combination of the jet lag and Angelas’ administrations put the zap on me in a big way. As Angela disappeared around the corner I closed my eyes and fell asleep almost instantly. I was happy, clean, and satisfied.

I’m not sure how long I slept, but I was wakened by the unmistakable sensation of getting a Mouth Action. As I raised my head and blinked my eyes, there was Angela, kneeling at my side and bobbing her head up and down my stiffened shaft. (Did I mention how much I like Caribbean alarm clocks?) Angela was again wearing her red long gown.

But instead of her hair being in a big pony tail, it was now braided and she had most of the braids wrapped around the base of my dick. While her tongue swirled around the head of my dick, her right hand slid the braids up and down my shaft at the same pace as her mouth. Her left hand was in between her legs rubbing her pussy at a furious pace. Again I was receiving one of the most exquisite sexual sensations I had ever experienced in my entire life at the administering of my friends sister.

Angela must have noticed that I was stirring around a bit because she turned her head to the side a little and looked up into my eyes. I could just barely make out a bit of a smile at the corners of her mouth. With my dick stuck in it her mouth was pretty full. I watched for almost five minutes while Angela kept up a very steady pace. When I started to feel my orgasm building up in my nuts and my back began to arch in anticipation of things to come, that’s when she started to moan softly. The vibrations, combined with her superior cock sucking, sent me flying over the edge and I blasted a load of cum into her mouth. Angela stopped bobbing her head and began pumping her hand up and down my shaft at the speed of light. I swear I saw stars and flashes of lights as my dick pumped into her waiting mouth. Angela would suck hard when I shot then quickly swallow before repeating the process for the next shot. I think she was trying to suck my nuts out through my dick! Angela stayed with my pace until the spasms from my dick subsided.

As she lifted her head from my groin she looked up at me and smiled. “Good afternoon Mr. Raymond,” she said after swallowing one last time. “It’s almost time for dinner.” Pulling her left hand from underneath her long gown, she brought her sticky cum soaked fingers up to her mouth and started to lick and suck them clean
.
“Thank you Angela,” I answered while propping myself up on my elbows and continued watching her lick her fingers, “That was great.”

Angela smiled at me again. “Hi.” she said with a small bow of her head. (That is Caribbean for yes or just a general acknowledgement) Angela pulled the sides of my robe up over my waist, covering my now spent dick. As she started to stand I stopped her.

“You like?” she asked while gliding slowly into the water
.
I honestly didn’t know what she was talking about. Did she mean do you like your bath? Or did she mean do you like what you see? Seeing as how she was looking at my raging hard on I guess she could tell I liked the view. I chose a universal answer and said “Yes. I like very much.”

She smiled as she waded across the pool to where I was sitting and said, “Good.” And then, without saying another word, she knelt on the bench, straddling me, and guided herself straight down onto my cast iron cock, engulfing my whole length down to my nuts inside her tight snatch. I could not help the small gasp that escaped from my mouth as her tight body held me firmly inside her. It felt like my dick was inside a silk vise.

Closing her eyes she let out a soft moan as she came to rest on my base, undoubtedly completely full. I was in heaven! As she slowly opened her eyes she brought my hands up from under the water and placed them on her breasts. They were firm, and the little nipples poked into the palms of my hands like small spikes. I gently squeezed and got the surprise of my life. As I squeezed her breasts, Angela would squeeze with her internal muscles and tighten her grip on my dick.


(Guys. This is the most fantastic thing you could ever have done to you. If your girl is into it, I strongly suggest you buy her a pair of big ben-wa balls and get her to practice daily.)


Angela didn’t have to move an inch. With each squeeze of her breasts, Angela would squeeze and release my dick, sending waves of glorious pleasure through me. I started to speak, but Angela just leaned forward and kissed me deeply, covering my mouth with her sweet lips. I took my hands from her breasts and threw them around her back, hugging her tightly to me while we kissed passionately. Angelas’ response was to begin squeezing and releasing my dick at a furious pace. It seemed like my dick was in a milking machine. It was fantastic! Her muscles would squeeze from the bottom to the top in what seems like a rippling effect. The sensations were just too much for me and my dick began to spasm, shooting 4 years worth of saved up load up into my beautiful Caribbean bather. With the first pulse, Angela clamped down with her muscles and forced her crotch down as far as it would go, locking herself into place by hooking her feet under the sides of my thighs. She then just froze in place and accepted all that I had to give her, moaning almost inaudibly.
As the throbbing in my dick began to subside, Angela began squeezing and releasing my dick once again, prolonging the sensations of my orgasm. After several minutes my dick began to deflate. With one more extremely hard squeeze Angela pulled herself off my dick and sat down next to me.

“Wow!” I said as I looked over at the young beauty sitting next to me, “That was incredible!”

“Thank you,” she answered with a slight bow, “But now you rest.”

Angela waded out of the pool and retrieved two large towels. After wrapping one around herself she motioned for me to come out of the water, to which she dried me from head to toe. After putting the robe back on Angela lead me back down the hall to the sleeping room and rolled the mat out for me. As I lay down I looked up at the beautiful girl.

Looking at me with a strange expression on her face Angela then said, “Now we rinse.”

Angela stood, raising the bucket over my head. As she stepped up to my side I could very distinctly smell her scent just before the remaining water was poured over me, washing all the suds onto the floor and toward the drain. It was a little cool, but it felt good. As I wiped the water from my eyes Angela stepped back into the small room and almost instantly returned with another buck of water. I watched her raise the bucket again and closed my eyes. The water was warmer this time, but without the sweet smell of the soap. As it cascaded over my body I felt really clean.

“Now we bathe,” she said and gestured toward the pool of steaming water.

As my right foot entered the water I was almost shocked as to how hot it was, almost to the point of being painful. After just a few hesitant moments I was leaning back in the steaming hot water, relaxing with just my head and shoulders above the water. Angela stepped back into the small room and returned with another bucket of water. Sitting on the stool she began to soap herself from head to toe. I was really enjoying the show as she lathered herself up, noting how hard her nipples got as she washed her round breasts. When she was finished she poured the remaining water over her head and washed off all of the suds. Again she retrieved another bucket and rinsed herself again before coming over to the hot pool.

“You like?” she asked while gliding slowly into the water

The waist was held together by a large white sachet tied in the back, and the edges of the garment in the front, and at the sleeves were trimmed with gold colored cloth. And on her feet were the traditional white house socks with the cut between the toes to allow for sandals. My god she was beautiful!

“I am Angela,” she said with a bow, “Your bath is ready.” Her accent was very thick, but her English was very understandable. She turned to her left and gestured toward the hall giving me a nice view of her profile. She was small, maybe 5 foot 3, and I guess about 105 pounds. Her small breasts were just barely distinguishable beneath her long gown as well as a small hump of her ass, but her features were all very proportionate. Her long black hair was pulled back into one big thick pony tail which hung down to her ass, contrasting remarkably against the ornate long gown. And her soft round face shone like a gem bordered by the black hair and red garment. “Thank you,” was all I was able to choke out while I gazed at the 20 something year old beauty with a stiffy starting to develop in my slacks. If this young woman was a maid than I really need to rethink where I live!

Without even thinking I followed her lead down the hallway. At the end of the hall was another room which was obviously the bathhouse. Instead of a wood floor, like the rest of the house, it had a polished concrete floor. On the far side of the room was a short stool sitting directly over a floor drain, and to the right was a large pool of steaming hot water. Upon entering the room Angela gestured to my left and said, “UnCloth here,” before continuing across the room into a smaller room. On the wall were several hooks for me to hang my clothes and a robe to the far right. While Angela was out of sight I quickly undressed and hung my clothes before wrapping the robe around me.

As I tied the robe shut Angela came back into view carrying a metal bucket. But more notably was that the red long gown was now gone. It had been replaced by a large white towel which Angela had tucked together under he left arm. And to think, I thought I had a stiffy before! Now I had a full on, full length raging hard on!! Angela walked over to the stool and set the bucket down. Upon standing she gestured for me to come over and have a seat.

I am fully aware of the differences in cultures, and of the small nuances of everyday life, but I must admit to be taken back a little. I had not exactly planned on disrobing in front of someone else, much less a woman while I was sporting a huge erection. As I stepped across the floor she spoke again, “First we wash, then we bathe.”

“WE”?

What did she mean we? As I stopped next to the stool my question was answered. Angela immediately pulled her towel off and draped it over a small clothes rod attached to the wall just in front of the stool. When she turned back around to face me in all of her beautiful unclothedness a smile and a little laugh escaped from her lips. (my mouth was hanging open and my erection was sticking out through the two flaps of the robe)

The Lover Indoor


Life is meant to be enjoyed at the fullest.

Having the love of one's life right indoor is nothing short of fulfilment.


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The Lover Indoor








Saucy Gal

Copyright 2023



ONE

Uncle Solomon met me at the airport on the day of my arrival. It was good to see him again. As we drove to his home we chatted about the events in our lives since we last saw each other 5 years earlier when we graduated from Felicity University. It was going to be nice having a familiar face around, not to mention a guide, and a place to stay for free even though money was not a factor. As we pulled into his driveway after a 30 minute drive I was already envious.

His house was beautiful. Sitting on what I guessed was about three quarters of an acre, his house and grounds looked like a picture postcard of what most Americans consider to be the traditional Caribbean home. It had beautifully trimmed ornate trees, stone walkways, and a traditional dwelling with sweeping roof lines and carved accents. I was impressed. One day I hope to have something this nice.

After unloading from the car Uncle Solomon lead me to a smaller house located at the rear of the main house. “This is the guest house,” he said as he gestured toward the smaller building and bowing his head, “I hope it is acceptable.”

My jaw dropped. It was equally as beautiful and ornate as the main house surrounded by an exquisite garden and a small pond with goldfish. “Uncle Solomon, my friend,” I said as I gave him a small pat on the shoulder, “You overwhelm me. This will be just fine,” and I returned his bow.

After removing our shoes at the front door we proceeded inside and Uncle Solomon gave me a quick tour. There was virtually no furniture at all. There were large pillows in a closet for sitting, and a rolled up mat for sleeping. There was, however, a desk and chair in the office which was equipped with a computer and printer, high speed internet, and a fax machine. And on the opposite wall was a big 50 inch plasma screen TV. Everything I needed.

“We will have dinner at 5,” Uncle Solomon explained as we walked back toward the front door, “but for now I imagine you might want some rest.” He was right. If you have ever flown to the Far East than you know what the jet lag is like. And seeing as how it was my middle of the night, I was really suffering. With a bow, Uncle Solomon excused himself and headed off toward the main house.

The only down side to traveling is putting you stuff away when you get to your destination. After a 13 hour flight and customs, you simply don’t feel like messing with anything, you just want to lie down and slip into a coma for about 10 hours. But in the business world, if you want to succeed, you have to pay attention to details. So with a quick and steady pace I was done. My clothes were hung up, brief case on the desk, and a change into leisure clothes laid out on the sleeping mat.

As I was finishing my task I heard a light shuffle near the door. I turned around and stood dumbfounded. There, at the door, was the most beautiful Caribbean woman I had ever seen in my life. She was wearing a blood red long gown that was decorated with an embroidered peacock and bonsai trees. The waist was held together by a large white sachet tied in the back, and the edges of the garment in the front, and at the sleeves were trimmed with gold colored cloth. And on her feet were the traditional white house socks with the cut between the toes to allow for sandals. My god she was beautiful!




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Busy? Tade snickered in his mind. ‘I will definitely come around to your place.’

He had to make a detour. About twenty minutes later, he was at the door of Wura’s apartment. She was really waiting for him. As soon as he entered the sitting room, she locked the door and charged at him.


***

The kiss they had was hot and fierce. It was like someone that had been deprived of indulgence for long and now had the opportunity to be licentious.

She was only scantily dressed. That was good for him. He nearly ripped off her spaghetti top. It was also good she was braless. The way he rubbed and fondled her breasts while still kissing her was as if his life depended on it.

Wura liked it like that. She liked the way he was so keen about it. She liked the eagerness he had for having sex with her. He had no inhibitions and she loved that. She wanted him to be rough with her.

Tade understood the game well. He had handled many females before, from the demure ones to the brazen and sluttish ones. Wura was brazen. Tade loved that.

He carried her to the bedroom, slipped the bum shorts down her legs and almost slammed her on the bed. Hurriedly, almost in a frenzy, he removed his cloth. He had barely removed the jeans trousers and boxers when she grabbed him.

‘Come here, baby boy.’

Tade grinned. That was the same name a tart on campus had called him while he was banging her. He had gone on to bang the living day light out of the girl.

His fully erect penis was about to perform another important task. Once again, the two of them gave no thought to the use of condom or any contraceptive. But he suspected she might be using birth control pills. Inwardly, he shrugged. It could not matter whether there was any contraceptive or not.

He penetrated her roughly and she let out a moan. She gripped him, spreading her legs wider. Then he started to thrust in and out.

She was thrusting too. Two sexually crazed ones had finally met. As the saying goes, ‘the one that wants to die has met the one that wants to kill.’

‘Hmm...oh....oh.....uh....hmm....’ Wura moaned on and on.

His grunts were intermittent as he slammed his groin against hers. His long penis would make a deep penetration, pull out up to the point of its cap and go deep again.

‘Gooood,’ she said. ‘Gooodnesss.... Oh....gosh.....my goooodnesss...hmm.....’ she kept saying.

The Nigerian situation is dreary.


I mean DREARY.

The whole grandstanding can be avoided by both sides.

If reasons prevail.

The suspension is in order.


Men must learn to control their excitement.

Interesting story.

The cloth used to cover his face was removed.

‘Congratulations,’ Kaka told him. ‘You are now one of us. We will soon give you our code of honor so that you will be well-guided.’

Tade nodded knowingly. It was good to know what Kaka had just told him.

Several minutes later, they were back at Madam Betty’s place. It was a joyous moment for the gang. They needed to drink to welcome their latest member. Tade could take as many plates of pepper soup and as many bottles of beer that he could take.

He was happy with himself. He had achieved what he hoped to achieve. He would soon prove himself to be a man to all and sundry. All the same, he was careful to drink responsibly. He also took only two plates of goat meat pepper soup. This was just the beginning of good things to come, he told himself as he nodded to the music blasting from the sound system.

Eko le le yi

Eko lawa o

Eko le le yi

Eko lawa o


Before he departed from Kaka, he was asked to give his account details.

‘You won’t be broke henceforth,’ Kaka assured him. He soon transferred some money to Tade’s account.

Tade decided to go to Mike’s place, pick his backpack and return to campus. It would be worthwhile to have a good time with Cynthia, his campus girlfriend, he decided.

He was on his way to the bus stop to take transport to the polytechnic campus when his phone rang. He was excited to find out that the number he had saved as Wura’s own was the one calling.

‘Hello, Wura.’

‘Hello, Tade. How did everything go?’

‘Everything went fine. How’re you?’

‘Good to hear that. Kaka told me you’re fully one of us now.’

‘Yeah. That’s it.’

‘Good. Are you too busy over there? Can you come around to my place?’

Busy? Tade snickered in his mind. ‘I will definitely come around to your place.’

The guys piled out of the car. Led by Kaka, they entered the unfenced compound. Kaka rapped softly on the main door.

A man’s voice from within told them to come inside. The sitting-room was neither well-furnished nor poor. A man that should be in his fifties, wearing native gown and beads welcomed them. From the way the guys reverently greeted the man, Tade knew he must be important to them.

He ushered them to sit.

‘This is Tade,’ Kaka began, going straight to the point as usual. ‘He is the one I told you desire to join us.’

The old man nodded meaningfully and turned to Tade. ‘Is it true that you have decided to join Kaka’s group?’

‘Yes, baba,’ Tade replied promptly.

‘Are you ready to do all that it takes to join?’

‘Yes, baba,’ Tade replied.

The old man grinned. ‘Lobatan. Let the deed be done, then.’

The man brought out a red cloth with which Tade’s eyes were covered. He was led to a room he could not see and made to sit on a stool. There, he was given a concoction to eat and some liquid to drink. Then he was made to swear that he would never betray the gang no matter the circumstance that he found himself.

Tade had no fear or apprehension about going through all these. He was well prepared and was ready to go to any length. After he had gone through the rituals, he was led back to the room they had met baba.

The cloth used to cover his face was removed.