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How I ended up fucking a house girl in Pipeline

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I was waiting near pebbles Hotel

I was just chilling pale Pipeline Stage on Outering, before they brought down the mighty Taj Mall. My friend Kasee had called me for nyama choma in Hamza, but matatus were on strike. I walked to the stage near Pebble Hotel in Pipeline and decided to catch a mathree there.

Naturally, I am not a patient man but this day I don’t know what was eating me. I waited for 10 minutes, 20, then 30. Those of you who know Outering road know the place is always full of matatus. And a lot of people.

Slim girls in Pipeline hawking bananas

Anyways, it was jioni jioni hivi and I saw some slim girls crossing the road. They were wearing mini skirts that were so inviting, with bunches of bananas they were hawking. Every time they came over, they would ask me to buy a banana. I was getting irritated because of the long wait, until one yellow yellow Kao told me ‘Asi! Si ukule ndizi uwache kutukasirikia.”

My weakness for slim chicks sold me out

To be honest, I was not mad because of the hawkers. They were all cute. I had even wondered what was beneath those skirts, beneath their slender legs. Jokes aside, my friends laugh at me because I have a weakness for slim girls, they say their legs are like drumsticks but I like the portable type.

Moving on, Mwende had forced me to unleash my nyege by mentioning ndizi. I teased her, “Kati yako na mimi, nani atapatia mwingine ndizi?”

Gap between her teeth

She let out hysterical laughter that told me nimepenya. She revealed that gap between her teeth that just started calling me. All of a sudden I forgot about the Nyama choma in Hamza. I wanted to eat bananas. Ndizi ya Mwende. Being a fisi, I could always find a way to her house. I’m not the type to book rooms for 500/- just to fuck a chick. No.

I wanted to give Mwende a banana

Seeing that she had only 8 bananas left, I told her I wanted more. For a party. She said there were more at home. Khai. Ni kama she had read my mind. Heaven was opening kabla hata nipige magoti. I smiled and said, “Leo pia wewe utakula ndizi.” My banana was already knocking the fly. Na mimi I don’t know how to control this kafeeling. It’s like a fly walking straight into a trap. Why the hell would you want to untrap it?

I asked Mwende if there are matatus for Jogoo road near her home, so we can go, I pick my bananas then leave.

Yellow Yellow boobs in Pipeline staff quarters

After agreeing on the price mimi huyo teke teke hadi Pipeline staff quarters. I ask if that is her place and she just laughs. You see, I had never been to pipeline before. I did not know this is where workers wa Pipu live. I just wondered how a hawker could be having such a nice house. She walks in, and as she’s locking the door behind I ask her to wait.

‘Unaniwacha kwa hii jua?’ I just wanted to find my way inside I mean how can I come all this way for bananas? By the time I was inside the house, my hands were all over her boobs. She could not resist.

We had sex on the couch

My Kamba bae stripped inside the sitting room mara dhat and we did it on the coach. As I was finishing, she said, ‘Harakisha mdosi ako karibu.” What? Did I just fuck a Kamba househelp in Pipeline? I am not complaining. Being my first time to lay a chick in Pipeline, it was good. I zipped faster faster and gave her 500/- ya ndizi even though I didn’t want it.

After that first experience, I kept going to Pipeline stage to pick up more girls but wapi? Finally, I had to find Pipeline hookers online as these ones are never in a hurry.

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