Although Bibi’s stay with us was very sexy, it was also very exhausting. I took the day off so we could travel to Heathrow with Bibi and help with her luggage. Of course, we had to leave her at the check-in desk and, having checked in, our farewell embraces were genuine and passionate. Bye bye, Bibi! It had definitely been a pleasure but would we see her again?
With a lack of female company though, Hazel withdrew herself from the fun lifestyle we had been having. Yes, we would go out to watch a movie, have a meal, go to the pub but life at home started to become somewhat tedious, although I was happy for the rest! And I was happy with Hazel as my beautiful girlfriend. We hadn’t heard from Bibi since she went back to Norway but we knew that Inge would be coming back soon, just when we didn’t know. She was trying to arrange au pair work in the London area but she wrote to say that the process was quite complicated and time consuming.
This was all adding to Hazel’s downward moods and it was only a matter of time before we would start to feel the strain in our relationship.
And then, one day …
“I bumped into a guy I used to work with when I first came to London,” I said as I got in from work.
“Oh yes? What, on the tube?” Hazel asked.
“Yeah, I saw him at the other end of the carriage but I wasn’t sure it was him. Then he got off at Shepherds Bush. So, as people were gathering at the platform exit, I caught up with him and asked him, did he work near King’s Cross?”
“And?”
“Well, it WAS him, a guy called Otto. Turns out he lives with his wife a few streets from here. So, I took his number to arrange to go for a drink sometime,” I finished.
“So, what’s he like?” asked Hazel.
“I don’t really know. He worked in a different part of the office and I would see him in the canteen. He was with his friends and I was a bit more shy back then,” I said.
“You? Shy? Hahahaha!” Hazel was grinning all over. “Why?”
“Well, I was new, like just beginning an adult life away from home. There was a fat old gay bloke who worked on the switchboard and an Irish lady who was supervisor in my office but most of the people at this job were Africans and I hadn’t experienced such a different work situation. My job at home was four local guys in my office and three ladies in the typist’s office, all of us local, English and white!”
“But,” said Hazel, “you must have had some idea about different people?”
“Not really. I had a couple of black schoolmates but they were from rich, foreign families, Nigeria, I think. We were great mates at school but … ” I paused. “But I didn’t think that I would meet so many black people as soon as I left home.” I thought that the topic was finished but Hazel moved it on.
“So, what was Otto like?”
“He saw me at the disco pub I went to in King’s Cross so he knew I liked to dance to soul and disco music. He told me at work and, when I left that job, he invited me to a party with his friends. But I was the only white guy there. I felt a little scared, intimidated but everyone was very friendly. I had a great time!”
“Are you going to meet Otto again?” Hazel asked.
“Well, I have his number and he is not far from here. So, why not?” I said. And I thought, yeah, why not? After all, since those times, I’d had a bit of experience of London life and I had lots of fun times with lots of ladies … this could be a new chapter?
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I called Otto a few days later and arranged to meet on Friday night in a local pub where a live band was playing. After a period of mundane activities, you know, meals, movies, West End shopping, Hazel was looking forward to an evening of live music and meeting new people. I had told her about the circumstances of knowing Otto from work and how he had invited me to the party at Uganda House. But I told her that I didn’t know him that well so the meeting would be pretty unknown for me as well.
We arrived first and waited for a while before Otto and his wife arrived. He apologised for being late but explained that it was a cultural thing to wait until the evening was well and truly in swing. Did that mean he was expecting a late finish to the evening?
“This is my wife, Gift!” said Otto and I introduced Hazel to this stunning African couple. Gift had beautiful features with a seemingly permanent smile and her hair straightened and scraped back, held in place with a colourful hair tie-up. Otto said that there would be more people from work coming later that I might remember from when we worked for the same company. I was looking forward to it.
His wife took off her coat to reveal the most colourful dress, matching her hair tie. Her figure was fantastic, a stereotypical African woman, sturdy legs, wide hips and a large backside, her breasts not quite as large as Hazel’s. She was certainly a beautiful woman.
We got drinks and waited for the band to play.
“Do you remember the party, Vee?” Otto said, “This band is the same band! They come from Uganda, but we are Nigerian. We have a party every two months for all the African communities, and this band plays a lot at the parties.” Great! I couldn’t wait. Then, more of Otto’s friends arrive,d and I could only remember one of them, Robert. He was the brother of Lisbet, who taught me a lot about sex on our night together. She wasn’t there, but it would have been nice to see her.
The conversation was flowing really well between us all, and I just had to ask about Gift’s name. She said, “It is quite simple, really. We are very religious in Nigeria, and a baby girl is seen as a gift from God. It’s a common name. I have a big sister and she is called Precious. She was born after two boys, so she was precious to my parents. I’m the youngest, so they called me Gift.”
“That’s beautiful,” said Hazel, “Gift, Gift, Gift! What a lovely thing! I’m named after a nut!” She laughed at that thought, and we had to pause before the rest of us could join in the laughter.
“Oh, baby, you are so beautiful and so funny!” I said, in an attempt to reassure her.
Members of the band started to get onto the stage, and Otto called one guy over. “Hey, man! Fela, remember Vee?”
“Er, yeah, you were the white guy at one party. You danced pretty good, I think!”
“Thanks for remembering!” I was quite flattered.
And then, the band tuned up and began to play. They were loud but played the high life style of music that was in vogue. A great sound. Everyone was dancing, some more energetic than others. There were a few people dancing in their couples, but most were dancing together, everyone together!
Finally,the evening was over, phone numbers were exchanged and everyone said their goodbyes. As Hazel and I were walking away, Otto called out to me.
“Hey, Vee! We are going to our local club. Do you want to come with us?” I looked across to Hazel, and she nodded.
“Yeah, why not?” she said. And so we went with Otto and Gift. In my enthusiasm of living in London, I had always thought that clubbing would be in the West End, not realising that, in a city like London, there must be clubs everywhere! Well, it was Friday night, no work in the morning.
As it turned out, the club wasn’t too far from our flat. The trouble was that it wasn’t the sort of club we were expecting. The music was slow-tempo and there was a small dance floor. Much of the space was taken up by easy chairs. Otto invited us to take our seats, and drinks would be served. A young black woman took our order and came back quite quickly with our drinks. Shortly afterwards, the beat of the music picked up and the young woman reappeared in a flimsy sexy outfit. She seemed to be doubling up as waitress and dancer.
I said to Otto, “Isn’t that the girl who just took our drinks order?”
“Not exactly,” he replied, “actually, it is her twin sister! They have come from home to settle here. We have told them that they need to work until they can find a job. So our friends and the community have set up a small club so they can learn skills.”
The young woman danced to some uptempo music from their homeland and was applauded by the audience after she finished. A few more drinks, and the dancers and the waitress appeared together, dancing to more tunes from home. They kept breaking from their routine to invite us all to dance and, as Hazel and I were the only white people in the club, we were their main targets.
Soon, everyone was dancing, just as we were earlier in the pub. As I danced with one of the twins, I saw Hazel dancing with the other. They were soon joined by Gift. She seemed to be performing the role of hostess, making sure that everyone was having a good time. She spoke to each of us as she made her rounds and arrived back at her starting point with Hazel. As their conversation ended, Gift kissed Hazel on the lips and left. The twin with Hazel then leaned in for a kiss.
Gift came back to me and made a little small talk. And then she said, “Vee, Otto tells me that you were taken home by his friend’s sister, Lisbet?”
“Yes, it was a long time ago. She was very nice,” I replied, tentatively.
“So, do you like black girls? Hazel said you both do,” said Gift. This conversation was taking a sexy turn.
“Er, yes, I like all ladies.” Then Gift kissed me.
“I’m glad,” she whispered. And then she left, inviting my dance partner to kiss me. I looked across to Hazel but she wasn’t there.
I asked my partner what was happening, where was my girlfriend? She said not to worry, everything is OK. “We can look for her if you want? My name is Eteka,” and she took me by the hand. We walked out of the room, along a corridor. We entered a room through a vanity curtain and I saw Hazel sitting on a small sofa with her dance partner. On a bed in front of them was Otto, totally naked, on top of another girl who wasn’t his wife!
Eteka motioned me to sit on another sofa, and we just watched Otto fucking this girl. Eteka said, “Isn’t Otto wonderful? Look at his body! And his penis … WOW!”
WOW! Indeed! His cock was a bit longer than mine and his girth was immense. The girl below him was moaning and groaning as he seemed to have such energy to keep up a steady rhythm, fucking her hard and then slowing down. Fucking her hard and slowing down. As he kept this up, she started to shout, probably Fuck me in a Nigerian dialect. She ranted on and on until she could no longer speak, just sharp, high-pitched squeals as he made her come. He pulled out of her pussy and just knelt on the bed, his cock still pointing to the ceiling!
I must admit that I felt totally inadequate after seeing Otto in action. I was determined to keep my trousers on!
Gift had appeared whilst Otto was in action and sat next to Hazel. I could hear her cheering him on like it was a competition and she whispered to Hazel. The young girl had been turned on watching Otto and was reaching across to fondle Hazel’s breasts. Hazel herself had been turned on and was using her hand to rub her own crotch. The girl was nuzzling Hazel’s neck as she threw her head back.
Gift took out her clothes and climbed onto the bed. She began to rub Otto back his former glory, licking the juices that dried on his cock. After she felt he was ready, she climbed off the bed and went to Hazel. She took off Hazel’s clothes and started to kiss her deeply. Hazel was straight into her lust with Gift, kissing her hard and grabbing at her breasts, sucking at the dark nipples. Gift pulled her onto the bed and they lay side by side, staring up at Otto, his amazing cock waving around. Gift and Hazel kissed for what seemed forever before they started to move. Hazel lay on her back as Gift moved down her body, her thick, full African lips kissing Hazel all over. Finally, Gift reached Hazel’s pussy and licked with such tenderness that Hazel was trembling with anticipation.
After a long while, Hazel was so wet, I was sure that she had come, probably more than once. Now it was time. Otto knelt between Hazel’s legs and lifted her buttocks up. His almighty cock prodded at her pussy, and he eased into her. Hazel caught her breath at his first insertion. But, despite how wet she was, she couldn’t take him. I could see she was uncomfortable. She screamed out, “No, no, oh man, no!” He had only gone in a couple of inches but it was probably his girth that was hurting my girl.
Gift was on hand to save the day. She moved from her position beside Hazel and climbed across to sit on her face. As she fell forward, she covered Hazel’s pussy with kisses and soft licks. Otto had stepped away to allow Gift to relieve to Hazel’s discomfort. Then Otto was at the other end of the bed. Gift’s wide hips were spread far apart as Hazel continued to lick at her pussy. Otto climbed on to the bed and sank his enormous cock into Gift. She immediately screamed as he plunged into her but, once she had caught her breath, she matched his rhythm, although her breathing was heavy. The sound was so, so sexy and my girl was underneath all this activity.
After fucking the first girl, I thought that Otto wouldn’t have much energy left, but how wrong I was. He used the same fast and hard/slow technique as he had earlier, and Gift was taking all of him. Suddenly, Gift began to scream even louder than the girl from before, and Otto had abandoned the slow section of his routine. He was relentless, fucking his wife fast and hard with no let-up. She screamed once again until she reached her climax, squirting her juice all over Otto’s midriff and his balls. He was drenched with Gift’s come, and it was dribbling down onto Hazel’s face!
He just wouldn’t stop. He kept going like a champion until his own explosion, deep inside Gift’s pussy. He kept pumping and pumping until he finally lost his physical connection with Gift, and his cock fell out of her pussy, dropping onto Hazel’s face. She wasted no time in sucking at him. He was softening but he was still large enough to put most men to shame. He was still dribbling spunk all over Hazel.
She was covered from Gift’s squirt, and now Otto was still twitching his last drops of cum. Otto stepped away again. Hazel grabbed hold of Gift’s ass to pull her pussy to her mouth. My goodness, she knew what she wanted! Gift let out a gush of Otto’s spunk, and Hazel almost choked as it covered her face. Otto moved back down to Hazel’s pussy and, in his softened state, managed to enter Hazel quite easily. This time, she managed to take him in and built up a noisy rhythm which continued until he had no energy left and pulled out, but not before he had made Hazel come as well!
WOW! Fucking hell! What a man! Hung like a horse, made three women come in about half an hour! What a legend!
And that was pretty much the end of my relationship with Hazel. Suddenly, I wasn’t enough for her. Although my length was OK, my girth was no match for Otto. We lived together as we had for the previous year or so, but our sex life was limited to the occasional blowjob. For full-on sex, she would call up Gift for an evening of full-sized pleasure. Otto definitely had a full-sized cock, and Gift had beautiful, wide hips for him to fuck and fuck hard. Hazel would tell me that she was happy to have Gift sit in her face, while she drank in Otto’s spunk as he fucked her pussy with his softened cock. WOW!
Well, my sexual self said, WOW! But my romantic self was sad at the thought of a future without my beautiful girlfriend.
What was I going to do?