Her name was Shannon, second weekend of December 2024, Polokwane was already blazing hot. With that kind of heat it makes wearing clothes feel like a crime. This stunning blonde white wife decided she was going to hand her entire body over to my thick, long, strong Venda dick. She’d only ever seen in photos. One Tuesday night, her message slid in like slow kiss on the back of my neck, “lodge booked Friday to Sunday, Room 12. Uber dropping you Friday evening, text me when you’re at the gate and come collect the cash for the driver. I want to feel you looking at me before your hands ever do. I will get us refreshments, condoms, lube… and you get married white pussy that’s been dripping for your big Venda cock since the day I saw your pics. Door on the latch at 8, I walk in slow, my king.
” Friday just after sunset, the Uber stopped at the main gate, I texted her, "At the gate, beautiful,” her reply came instantly, “come collect the cash… I’m waiting in room 12," I walked into reception, the night receptionist already knew I was expected, she smiled knowingly, slid the key card across the counter with a soft “room 12, enjoy your stay,” Her eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge in my jeans, for just a second longer than polite. I gave her a nod, took the key, headed straight down the corridor to room 12. The door was a crack open, she was lying on the bed in nothing but a thin red silk robe. Parted legs, just enough to show the soft swell of her full breasts and the shadow between her thighs, blonde hair fanned across the pillow, blue eyes burning into me. I stood in the doorway and just looked, exactly the way she wanted, letting my gaze drag slowly from her flushed face, down her throat, over hard nipples pressing against silk, down to where the robe barely covered her, she bit her lip, thighs rubbing together, breathing already shallow. Only when she started squirming, did I step inside.
I crossed the room in three slow strides, bent over the bed, and kissed her hard and deep, tongue claiming her mouth. During which my one hand slid straight under the silk and cupped one heavy breast, thumb rolling her nipple until it was rock hard and she moaned into me. Her hands went straight for my belt, palms pressing against the thick, long bulge straining my jeans, eyes widening as she felt every inch of that strong Venda dick she’d been fantasizing about for weeks. She squeezed, traced the outline, whispered “Fuck… it’s even bigger in real life…”, she pressed the roll of cash into my hand, voice shaking: “go pay him quick… then come take what’s yours.” I kissed her once more, hard and fast, stepped back outside, walked the short distance to where the Uber was still idling, paid the driver with a grin and tipped him with change from the R50 note, I had paid him from.
I was back inside the room in under 30 seconds, locked the door behind me, that’s when the robe finally hit the floor. I pushed her gently back against the pillows, kicked off my shoes, climbed over her, and started the real foreplay, slow and cruel, my mouth on her neck, sucking soft marks she’d have to hide under high collars next week. Down to her breasts, taking one nipple between my teeth, tugging just hard enough to make her gasp, then soothing it with my tongue while my hand kneaded the other. I moved lower, kissing and biting a trail down her stomach, hands spreading her thighs wide, holding them open while I just looked at that pretty, pink, married white pussy. Which was already glistening for me. I blew cool air across her clit and watched her hips jerk, then I gave her one long, slow lick from bottom to top, tasting how soaked she was. Circling her clit once, twice, before pulling back and letting her whine, I did it again, slower, deeper, until her hands were on my hair and her thighs were trying to close around my head. I pinned them open harder, added two fingers, curled them slowly. I stroked that spot inside while my tongue flicked her clit until the first small squirt escaped and ran down my wrist, she was begging now, voice breaking, “please… I need it… I need that big Venda cock…” only then, when she was trembling, soaked, and completely undone, did I finally stand, unzip, and let her see exactly what she’d been waiting for. I pushed her back onto the bed, spread those long white thighs wide, and started performing Kunyaza/kachabali on her right there. My thick long and strong Venda cock head gliding through her slick married folds, tapping, circling, painting her swollen clit in that ancient rhythm… and the rest, as they say, is history that still keeps her up at night, so if the summer heat is climbing your body again, your body just clenched at the thought me texting you “I’m at the gate” so that I can come and collect the cash for the Uber or Bolt while I drink you in with my eyes…
Book the lodge.
Send the Uber.
Stock the room.
Leave the door off the latch.
Text me when you’re around Polokwane, beautiful… I’ll be waiting to collect a lot more than just the cash for the driver, your move. 😈
Notes to the reader.
Meaning of Kunyaza/kachabali
Kunyaza, also known as kachabali, is a traditional foreplay technique originating in Central Africa that has garnered international attention for its focus on the female orgasm.
