Judas the traitor Episode 10 – 11

Judas The Traitor

EPISODE 10
He tasted of the sweet oranges. The k-ss was

deepened with every motion of our tongues. He

pressed me against himself, making my b-obs

rub against his chest and against my silk gown. The feeling was s-nsational, especially as he rubbed against my firm buttocks since my gown had already slid up from the ruffling we were engaged in. He moved his legs unto the couch so I was lying symmetrically on top of him. The groping and deep k-ssing continued with him

pulling down my straps to gain access to my waiting oranges. I let out a soft mo-n as his hand made contact with my left b-ob.

He squeezed gently and I mo-ned a little louder. I

became aware of his groin area as the bulge propped me up significantly. Vincent was blessed in that domain. The thought of that thing propping me up like that left me in a slight disarray. He brought me back from my brief reverie, even in,side a very ecstatic moment, when he k-ssed my neck and found his way to my bared n-pples. He k-ssed them like they were all that mattered to him. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his head, lost in the warmth of his mouth over my n-pples. I just wanted to die for the first time in my life. My mo-ns accelerated into half scre-ms when he located my p-nt and began tugging at it. He made it to my drooping wetness. I wanted to explode.

Hmmmm… I reacted to his torment by locating

his er-ction from under his nightwear. My hand

felt like I was handling an electric pole. I couldn’t

wait to have him in,side me. From the way he

p-nted under me, I could tell he felt the same

way. Adrenaline was pumping, evident in the

throbbing of his warm, veined er-ction. We were

high and uncontrollable at this point. Our wanton

desires had a better part of us.

He quickly turned the table in a swift movement.

Before I could should, I was lying with my buttocks propped in front of his throbbing rod. He

positioned me well and slowly slid his hærdness

into me. Awww… I hate to remember and reminisce on this feeling of complete fulfilment. He rode me

from behind in accelerating speed until we were both yelling in forlorn Exactas. He continued to gratify his horniness while sending me all the way to cloud nine like a rocket on a mission to explode my long time starvation.

He rode me until we both came. Little did I know the journey just began. He carried me into my room, the guest room, and threw me on the bed.

He undressed me until there was no fabric left on me, his eyes lit with desire. He pulled his nightwear and pair of boxers and dangled that fierce and ruthless beast in front of me. “What now?” I enquired with a knowing smile. He smiled from the corner of his l-ips and said, “our night just began.” He joined me on the bed and the red night continued. From giving heads to blow jobs and several rounds of unrestrained s€×. I was my malleable personality for Vincent, assuming any shape and position, trying out every style that came to mind. He was well experienced and capable, never tired out one bit. I felt sore in my private part but never wanted to spoil the night. Not until we slept off in the wee hours of the morning did I get a chance to rest. When I woke up it was almost twelve o’Clock and Vincent was nowhere to be found. I smiled to myself at the thought of the events of the previous night. How else could

heaven be defined? I stretched and felt a slight headache from a corner of my head and yearned for water to drink.

Just a little distance from me, my phone rang. It was a text message alert…

EPISODE 11
…I stretched and felt a slight headache from a corner of my head and yearned for water to drink.

Just a little distance from me, my phone rang. It was a text message alert. I opened the text only to find it was Nelly asking me to call her back. She sounded urgent. I hadn’t picked Nelly’s calls and hærdly replied her

chats so she was worried and simply irritated by my

actions. I didn’t want to give out my location in

anyway whatsoever. I would be leaving Vincent’s place in a bit and back so I had to plan what I’d tell her. Nelly’s instincts scared me, perhaps they’d been talking to her to warrant the way she’d been acting. My stay with Vincent was awesome and a wonderful experience in my life. He fell in love with me after that first night. He explained that my willingness to go all the

way with him attracted him to me. We did several

silly things like making out in almost every nook and

cranny of the house. Quickies became our drinking water. He had a very high libido and would stop at nothing to get his gratification.

Vincent was a naughty fellow, a very naughty one, in a good way though, apparently I might say, at least not until one could feel otherwise. One of the memories I had that has stuck was one created at the cinema where we went to watch a movie titled BROKEN. In the middle of the movie, he made me stroke him in the dim lite hall till he came. The scent of his ejaculation almost

betrayed us if not for the small bottle of fragrance I’d brought with me that saved the day. All the time in the cinema, his hands were on my br-asts, car-ssing and squeezing.

I was meant to last only for three days with Vincent but with his persuasion, I lasted one wh0le week. A week of unholy and er*t*c escapades. One week of

routine rounds of s€× and all related with it. The only

time I said no to him was when he suggested we do

an-l. OMG! That thing can’t make it through my back h0le. He grimaced and left angrily but later came to apologize and explained he understood.

On the day I was supposed to leave, Vincent had booked a 17:30 flight for me. I was alone in the house after he left for work. As I was cleaning the house, something struck my mind, it occured to me

that in all our adventures around every corner of the

house, I had never entered his bedroom. He locked it

each time he had to leave the house without me. I

was simply curious because I had trusted Vincent hundred percent already. I just wanted to see what his room looked like, I wanted to see how I could relate his closet to his personality. All our

love making had taken place in my own bedroom the guest room. I tried the knob and to my surprise, it opened. I wanted to shove the door and enter but hesitated. What is it I was worried about? What could it be I was

longing to see. Perhaps he was just being meticulous

like every other gentleman. What if I displaced something and he discovered it and became enraged. What would be my defence? I startled as my phone

suddenly rang. Vincent was calling me just to ascertain if his bae

was doing good and not feeling bored. I explained I

was good and just cleaning the house and preparing the things for my departure. He didn’t like to hear that I was leaving. He dropped the call after blowing me a k-ss over the phone. Alright, I returned to the house from the love

conversation and faced with the door in front of me. Without thinking any further, I shoved the door in,side gently until there was enough space for me to slide in. The room was dim and warm. I guess the air conditioner hadn’t been put to use for a while,

perhaps since my arrival. I groped for the switch just

above my head and turned on the lights. Oh My God!

The sight that greeted my eyes left me gaping. I

stood spell bound for some seconds gazing at the orgy sight of Vincent’s’s room. My phone startled me

with a loud ring and I justled to pick up but not

before retreating from the room and shutting the

door. “Hello,”

“Nomsa, where are you?” Vincent’s voice twittered from the other end.

“Uhmmm, I told you before… I’m cleaning.” I replied, trying to steady from voice. He just called me a while ago, what else could he want? “Yeah, yeah, I know. Ehm, just leave whatever you are

doing and go to the supermarket. I need you to pick some things for me from there. You know, some beverages and toiletries.”

“But we just restocked​ all those things recently?”

“Yes I know. Just do as I say and stop asking

questions. Go right away. Just tell any of the sales

girls the bill is on me. Go now Nomsa, I’ll make a call to them right away.” He paused and hastily added, “You can pick anything else you might need. Just go.”

The line died with a click. I stood pondering over

everything and rushed back to my room leaving the cleaning I was doing. I did as he said and before I returned from the supermarket, he was back and waiting for me. He hugged me and informed me that he had change of plans so had to rebook my flight for a 15:30 trip. I didn’t understand the haste in his voice even when in the car on our way to the airport. But in all, I was more concerned about what I saw in

Vincent’s room.
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