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Many years ago when I told you how pastors were making their wives sexually hungry in the name of Jesus, many people called and said I was joking, but when a pastor’s wife argued with him about sexual hunger in church, people confirmed what I said.
This story coincided with the time when a priest’s wife bought me a brand new Subaru Forester and Tile to complete the construction of the cabin in Kasubi. Now I have to update you on my sex story with a saintly woman.
I will call her Pamela to protect her identity because she bore me a daughter (the child officially belongs to the priest and I cannot claim her because Yasmine could chop my neck off).
Pamela flew to the United States to take care of my daughter. Of course, she would call me every day to tell me about my daughter’s situation, and sometimes she would send me some money through Western Union.
She didn’t say much other than to tell me that she missed me, a big black guy who drove her crazy, and that sometimes she would call for long periods of time and we would have what white people call phone sex.
Unfortunately, she had just returned from a small vacation when the airport was closed due to COVID 19. Recently, she was near Kampala and of course, she wanted me to satisfy her sexual thirst by serving her seriously.
She called me early in the morning and asked me to meet her at JBK Hotel. I was supposed to stay with Yasmine for the whole day. To avoid trouble, I called Senga and asked her to call Yasmine over for the day.
“Senga, I want to bring witchcraft home, but my religious wife won’t let me,” I lied to Senga. She told Yasmine that I needn’t bother. “Stay home and take care of our twins,” Yasmine said, grabbing the keys to her BMW and leaving.
I took a shower, put on my best clothes, and rushed into the hotel. When I knocked on the door of room 37, Pamela opened the door, wearing strange lingerie, like the lingerie of porn stars and prostitutes.
She jumped in front of me and said, “Hyena, I’m beginning to think you’ve deceived me.” I immediately closed the door and she continued to accuse me of neglecting her because of my fake wife.
“Don’t mind, you know my wife is only good at sleeping, she can’t please me in bed like you do,” I laughed at her. Soon, our lips were pressed together, and we fell on the bed. Pamela secretly put her hand into my pants and stroked the ever-hungry giant.
She confessed that she loved my stuff. Suddenly, her body started shaking as if possessed by a demon. She grabbed me while pulling her panties off and asked me to play with her passionately.
I treated her the way a gynecologist treats a lady before I started the formal treatment. I did a perfect job of surfing and got her excited. She had a European CD with a chocolate scent. The whole room was convenient and smelled great.
Unfortunately, as I started doing things for her, the pastor called and she told him she was in the steam room. I put on Adam’s suit and as this junior pastor lied to a senior pastor, I grabbed the CD and applied all the new bedroom antics that I was sure she had never experienced. She begged me to stop lying to her and have another child with her as she was overseas for a long time.
Pamela behaved like a pure white person in bed and loved to be in control. She and the noise she made attracted the hotel staff and drove me crazy. Later she put her arms around my body, twisted her waist and started to shake me in all directions. I was afraid of being defeated in bed so I decided to take control.
I punished her severely with the jazz band and within minutes she was subdued and started snoring like a pregnant pig. I woke her up, “It was just a rehearsal,” I told her. She had rested enough and said confidently “Never mind, let’s start the real game.” We went to the bathroom and continued from where we left off. To thank me for the good job I did, she asked me to meet her anywhere in Nakawa to choose a Subaru Forester.
I did not sleep the whole night and it felt like the whole night was extended to 48 hours. I was at the prison before 8 am the next morning but she ordered me to meet her at a guest house in Ntinda and have sex thoroughly and who was I to disobey her orders. I hurried there but while having sex my mind was on the prison.
We went, she deposited a few cheques and I bought a car. We rushed to Stanley Hardware and bought tiles for Sh4 million. My marriage was in crisis because Yasmine was interested in the source of the brand new Subaru Forester.
Until then, I remain your loyal strong hyena.
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