Chika Etomi was an incredibly attractive and sexy twenty-six-year-old Nigerian woman who had a high-powered and responsible job.
She was very good at her job and took it very seriously, she was also very good at sex and took that very seriously too.
Chika was actually married, but that did not prevent her from having sex if she saw someone that she fancied, and the opportunity arose.
Chika had a particular liking for very mature white men, but she needed to be attracted to their minds as well as their looks and body. She quite often went to bed with men that she met through her work, usually with the men being visitors to Nigeria.
She was good at keeping work and sex separate, with neither having a direct effect on the other, and she was never short of admirers, both male and female.
Chika did sometimes have sex with women, but her ideal was an intelligent, sophisticated, sixty-something white man with a large penis and the knowledge of how to pleasure a woman.
Chika would almost always politely decline sexual overtures from men aged younger than the late fifties and would sometimes leave them muttering about her being a ‘fucking dyke’ because of her rejection.
Just occasionally, Chika’s job meant that she had to go outside Nigeria and she was now in London for what should be three days of meetings with various businessmen and women and diplomats. Three days also meant three nights, and Chika intended to get herself fucked at least once on this visit.
She was booked into a high-quality hotel, on expenses, and had slept well on her arrival night before the start of the high-level meetings and conferences.
Chika had a stunning figure, with her arse being particularly prominent. She liked to wear tight and provocative dresses, skirts or trousers, often without anything underneath.
At some of the get-togethers over the three days, Chika would make presentations and at some, she would be observing and contributing where necessary.
She had developed a talent for whilst fully focusing on what was going on in the meeting, also noting any other attendees that she might want to bed.
During the morning of the first day’s conference, her eyes had fallen upon a very well-dressed gentleman who would appear to be aged in his sixties. He was handsome and suave and, Chika thought, one to keep an eye on.
At a coffee break, Chika, quite on purpose, found herself next to this good-looking man, “All very interesting, isn’t it?” smiled Chika to the man. She noted that his name tag identified him as Henry Groves.
“Having a pretty lady like you in attendance makes it more interesting, Chika,” replied the man, looking at Chika’s name tag.
“Well thank you, kind sir,” responded Chika, flashing her white teeth.
“Are you based in London?” asked Henry.
“No, I am only here for three days, from Nigeria,” replied Chika, noting to herself that the man was wearing a wedding ring, as was she.
“Oh, how rude of me, my name is Henry,” smiled the man, holding out his hand, which Chika shook.
“So your name tag is right then,” laughed Chika.
“Yes, it is probably there in case I forget my name due to my age,” chuckled Henry, still holding Chika’s hand.
“And what is your age, Henry? If you do not mind telling me,” smiled Chika, withdrawing her hand from his, but dragging her fingernails over his palm.
“No I don’t mind telling you, I am sixty-nine,” responded Henry, with a particular twinkle in his eye.
“Oh, one of my favourite, um, numbers,” said Chika, her eyes locked on Henry’s.
“Yes indeed, my dear,” said Henry, his cock stiffening in his trousers.
About twenty-five people were mingling in the room but, for a moment, Chika and Henry were in a world of their own.
“I am making a presentation later,” said Chika.
“I will look forward to it, my dear; I am sure that it will be scintillating,” smiled Henry.
“I will try not to bore you,” responded Chika.
“You, young lady, are not capable of being boring,” said Henry.
“Are you flirting with me, Henry?” teased Chika.
“Perhaps a little bit; might it do any good?” said Henry, his eyes sparkling.
“It has been known to work for some gentlemen,” answered Chika.
“Is that a wedding ring on your finger, my dear?” continued Henry.
“Yes, is that a wedding ring on yours, Henry?” responded Chika.
“Indeed it is,” replied Henry.
Their conversation and thoughts got interrupted by a woman asking if they could pass the milk, so after a smile at each other, they drifted apart.
Chika was wearing green trousers and a white blouse, she was not wearing any panties. She did possess some underwear, but more often than not, did not wear any down below. She had a blue bra on.
The time came for Chika’s presentation and she stood up confidently. She had every reason to be confident because she knew what she was talking about.
This was the first time that most of those present, with the notable exception of Henry, had taken much notice of this very attractive woman, but now she was very much the centre of attention.
One fifty-something lesbian was lusting after her, and a high proportion of the men were having sexual thoughts. When Chika turned to make a notation with a marker pen on the paper on an easel, far more pairs of eyes went to her buttocks than to what she was writing.
Henry rapidly concluded that Chika had no knickers on under those tight trousers, and his prick hardened accordingly. The lesbian in the audience nearly came in her knickers.
Having established in his own mind that Chika had no underwear on down below, Henry next wondered about the possibility of getting a flash of cameltoe. Chika obliged, and how.
Before sitting down, she moved her chair slightly to the right of the desk that she had for the presentation. Where Henry was seated, he was one of the very few that could get a view of what Chika did next. She slowly opened her legs and gave a view of her cunt through her trousers, she had her eyes on Henry and she smirked. She then closed her legs, but there was no doubt that what she had done was very deliberate.
Chika completed her presentation, with no more provocative displays of arse or cunt, and with hers being the last contribution before lunch, the next stage was the buffet lunch.
“Did you enjoy my presentation, Henry?” smiled Chika, as they filled their plates from the buffet.
“Which one? The work one or the other one?” replied Henry.
“Both,” laughed Chika.
“The work one was interesting and well done, the other one was extremely provocative,” answered Henry.
“But did you find the other one interesting?” smirked Chika.
“You like to tease, don’t you Chika?” said Henry.
“I do tease sometimes but if I like someone, I follow through on the teasing,” said Chika.
“Were you teasing anyone in particular?” asked Henry.
“I opened my legs for you, Henry,” replied Chika, referring to the flashing of her cameltoe.
“Just to tease?” asked Henry.
“I find men like you very attractive,” answered Chika.
“And what is a man like me?” responded Henry.
It was again a situation where, despite the room being quite full of people, they were in a world of their own.
“Oh, mature, handsome, sophisticated, probably very good at pleasuring women; pity you are married,” said Chika.
“Thank you for the compliments and, um, my wife and I have an agreement,” smiled Henry.
“Oh do you?” smiled Chika.
“Yes, we are both free to have sex with whoever we wish, but we must tell the other all about it afterwards,” said Henry.
“That is an interesting agreement,” responded Chika.
“It works for us; do you have any agreement with your husband?” Henry asked.
“Not exactly; I just fuck whoever I want,” replied Chika.
“Is your husband happy with that situation?” asked Henry.
“Well, we live together when I am home,” said Chika.
“I do not wish to be presumptuous, Chika, but should I phone my wife and say I will be a bit late home this evening?” asked Henry.
“No Henry, you should phone her and tell her you will be very late home tonight,” replied Chika.
“I should have plenty to tell her after then,” smiled Henry.
“You most certainly should have, Henry,” answered Chika.
They then became aware of all the other people in the room, they did not know if any of their conversation had been overheard and did not really care. They did drift apart though.
A bit later in the lunch break, the lesbian approached Chika, “I was very impressed by you,” said the woman, deliberately saying ‘by you,’ rather than saying presentation.
“Were you? Thank you,” smiled Chika.
“Yes, so impressed that I would like to see you alone if you know what I mean,” said the woman, who was rather attractive and might interest Chika.
“I am not sure that I do know,” replied Chika, although she had a pretty good idea what the woman meant.
“I mean alone in a bedroom; here is my card, call me,” said the woman, handing Chika a business card.
“Maybe,” smiled Chika, putting the business card down the front of her trousers and nearly making the woman cum in her knickers.
Chika’s and Henry’s eyes met several times during the afternoon session. The lesbian glanced at Chika many times and got a sexy smile in return once, which encouraged her.
Chika had looked at the woman’s business card during a trip to the ladies, the woman’s name was Sylvia Lewis although Chika would have gotten that information from her name tag anyway. This time, Chika put the business card back in the back of her trousers and felt that it was a highly erotic thing to do, having it against her arse. She did not know if she would have sex with Sylvia, but she was not ruling it out.
The day’s proceedings ended, and the other two days of Chika’s visit to London would involve conferences featuring different people.
Sylvia Lewis approached Chika, “Have you thought about us getting together?” asked Sylvia.
“I have, and we might; it will not be this evening though; I am in London for two more nights after tonight,” answered Chika.
“Do you still have my card down the front of your trousers?” asked Sylvia, her face flushed with lust.
“Actually it has been down the back of my trousers during this afternoon,” replied Chika, putting her fingers inside the back of her trousers and bringing the card out.
“Oh my god!” responded Sylvia, getting close to orgasming for the third time.
“Would you like this card back and give me another one?” smiled Chika.
“Oh, I would,” answered Sylvia, giving Chika another card and taking the original one back and sniffing it.
“Naughty,” said Chika.
“Oh, I do hope so,” said Sylvia.
Henry had been standing at a distance and watching, but out of earshot. He moved towards Chika as Sylvia moved away.
“Looks like you have another admirer,” said Henry.
“So it seems,” answered Chika.
“Are you going to fuck her?” asked Henry.
“Perhaps, but not tonight; I am going to be rather busy tonight; have you phoned your wife?” smiled Chika.
“Yes, she says to enjoy myself and give her all the sexy details when I next see her,” replied Henry.
“Good; I was thinking that we could go back to my hotel room now for some fun and then maybe have a light meal and then more fun,” suggested Chika.
“That sounds perfect, my dear,” replied Henry.
They left the place where the conference had been and walked the two or three streets to Chika’s hotel. During the walk, many people, both male and female, marvelled at Chika’s backside in her tight green trousers.
“Henry, when I have fun I like the man to talk dirty and to call me names; will you do that?” asked Chika, as they entered her hotel.
“I like to think that I can adapt to whatever the lady enjoys, so yes, I will do that,” answered Henry, before Chika got her door card from reception.
Other than the protracted handshake during the coffee break in the morning, and Henry occasionally putting a guiding hand on Chika’s arm as they walked, they had not touched.
They shared the lift with an elderly lady, so they still could not touch although they were very close together. The elderly lady looked disapprovingly at them but whether she was disapproving of Henry for apparently being with a young black woman or the young black woman for being with a mature man, was unclear.
They reached Chika’s floor and Henry walked slightly behind Chika down the corridor, “Your bottom is amazing, Chika,” said Henry.
“You will be seeing it without the trousers very soon, Henry,” replied Chika.
They got to Chika’s room and, once inside, they could touch and touch as they wanted. They kissed softly at first but then with more and more passion as Henry’s hands gripped Chika’s buttocks and Chika massaged Henry’s bulge, a bulge that expanded with Chika’s attention.
“I think that I am going to remove your trousers, Henry,” smiled Chika, undoing the man’s belt.
“Please do; I will remove yours shortly,” answered Henry.
Chika undid Henry’s trousers and slowly lowered them, she was very impressed with the sight of Henry’s underpants being pushed out at the front by his erection.
Chika was on her knees, and undid Henry’s shoes and took them off before taking off his trousers, she then kissed the large protrusion in his underpants, “These will need to come off too,” said Chika, putting her hands to the top of Henry’s underpants.
“Quite so,” acknowledged Henry, as Chika pulled his underpants out and over his stiff penis and down and off.
“Your cock is very impressive, you old wanker,” said Chika, as she looked at a penis bigger than many that she had seen.
Chika stroked Henry’s penis a few times, licked the end of it and gave it a couple of sucks, but there were other things to be doing, so she stood up.
They kissed again, “I will remove your trousers now, turn around please,” said Henry.
“Oh, you want to see my black arse, you old perv,” laughed Chika, turning.
“Yes, I want to see your beautiful black arse,” said Henry, slowly pulling down Chika’s trousers and revealing a truly wonderful pair of buttocks.
“You have a gorgeous black arse there, Chika,” said Henry, before kissing both of Chika’s buttocks.
“Thank you, would you like to see my cunt?” asked Chika, as she lifted her feet for Henry to take her trousers off.
“Yes, turn around again, please,” said Henry, still kneeling.
Chika turned, and her wet Nigerian cunt, with some trimmed hair around it, was at Henry’s face.
“Have you seen a Nigerian cunt before, old man?” chuckled Chika.
“I don’t think that I have; yours looks good enough to eat,” said Henry, kissing Chika’s cunt lips and putting his hands on her arse.
“Yeah, eat it and then fuck it,” said Chika, her body tensing with excitement as Henry licked her cunt lips and gripped her backside.
“All in good time, you horny bitch; I want to spend some time with your arse first,” said Henry.
“You do whatever you want to do, you old pervert,” laughed Chika.
They were both still fully clothed up top, but that was soon rectified and, at Henry’s request, Chika was face down on the bed.
Henry kissed the backs of her thighs, and Chika purred. Henry then kissed all over her left arse cheek and then the right one. Henry inserted a finger in Chika’s arse crack and dragged it up and down, Chika swayed her arse, “Mmmm, that feels good, you pervy old man,” Chika said softly.
Henry put a second finger in Chika’s arse crack, and then replaced his fingers with his tongue.
“Fuck, you are kinky,” said Chika, as Henry tongued her anus.
“I like the taste of Nigerian arsehole,” said Henry, when he removed his face from Chika’s arse.
“Fucking hell Henry, you have got me so fucking wet,” said a very aroused Chika.
“In that case, roll over and I will eat your cunt,” said Henry.
Chika rolled onto her back and spread her legs, Henry looked at her glistening cunt, before kissing the insides of her thighs, “Oh fuck, I am so turned on; tongue me for fucks sake,” pleaded Chika.
“Okay, you horny black bitch, I am going to eat your Nigerian cunt,” said Henry, before burying his head in between Chika’s legs, and lapping at her sticky, hot cunt.
Chika squirmed and bounced her arse on the bed, Henry was good at eating Nigerian cunt, “Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, cumming, fuck,” shouted Chika, as Henry licked her cunt and played her clit.
Henry kept licking and Chika kept cumming, “Fucking hell, oh. Oh. Oh, fuck,” screamed Chika as Henry’s mouth gave her incredible climaxes.
“Fuck me, old man, fuck me now,” Chika panted.
Henry was more than happy to oblige, and moved up Chika’s body and locked his cum soaked mouth on hers, as his penis touched her wet cunt. Chika tasted her fresh cum as her hand guided Henry’s rigid cock into her cunt, she was about to get her fucking.
Over half a century of having sex with females, Henry had become very adept at it and had different techniques for different occasions. Right now, the woman whose cunt he had penetrated with his penis, seemed to need a good hard and fast fucking so that was what she was going to get. He was also going to add the dirty talk that she had requested.
“You want a good fucking you dirty black slut, so a good fucking you are going to get,” said Henry, thrusting his hips.
“Yes, give this whore a good fucking, white boy,” panted Chika, as Henry’s cock moved rapidly in and out and Chika moved to compliment Henry’s thrusts.
Henry thrust his hips, and both he and the black woman under him were sweating, “Cum, you fucking slut, cum you Nigerian whore,” said Henry, not far from cumming himself.
“Shit! I am fucking cumming, oh god,” wailed Chika, as she felt her next orgasm hit.
Henry thrust even faster and Chika came hard before Henry felt himself about to unload, “Gonna cum you slut, take my spunk you bitch,” said Henry, as he started to ejaculate.
“Yes, old man, cum in my black cunt,” responded Chika.
Henry came hard, and it was quite a while before the couple got their breathing back to normal, “Shit! You are good at that, for an old man,” laughed Chika.
“Maybe it is because I am an old man,” chuckled Henry.
“Maybe, whatever it is, that was an amazing fucking,” said Chika, who only praised a lover’s performance if she meant it.
“You are a wonderful woman to fuck, Chika,” said Henry.
“So you enjoyed your first piece of Nigerian slut then?” laughed Chika.
“I most certainly did,” answered Henry.
“If we are going to eat downstairs we had better clean up a bit,” said Chika.
“We do need to clean up, but I am not especially hungry,” replied Henry.
“Perhaps a couple of drinks and a bar snack, and then back here for more sex,” suggested Chika.
“That sounds perfect, my dear,” said Henry.
They showered together, and got dressed, Chika in a figure-hugging dress and no underwear, and went to the bar.
They flirted as they had a couple of drinks and a light meal, they were both looking forward to more sex.
“Could we do this again tomorrow evening, if you would like to?” asked Chika, hopefully.
“I would like to but I cannot; my wife and I have dinner guests tomorrow,” replied Henry.
“Okay, pity,” said Chika.
They went back upstairs, and got naked again, but did not go straight into full sex. They cuddled, with Chika slowly wanking Henry as he caressed her arse.
They then got into a sixty-nine, with Chika on top, and then Chika rode Henry.
She moved slowly up and down his pole as she fucked herself, and she had two orgasms before Henry shot more spunk into her.
Henry showered again and got dressed, “Will you tell your wife all about your fuck with this Nigerian slut?” asked Chika.
“Yes, I will tell her every detail,” answered Henry.
They exchanged phone numbers and agreed that they would talk before Chika returned to Nigeria, even if they did not meet. They kissed, maybe for the last time, before Henry left.
Chika had a tight skirt on the next day, minus knickers, but the only male at the meetings that interested her appeared to be gay. One man did hit on her, but he was about thirty years too young for her taste.
In the evening, Chika was naked on her bed having showered, when she decided to phone Henry. She knew that he had guests, but wanted to speak to him.
“Henry, so sorry to disturb you when you have guests, but I just wanted to say hello,” said Chika.
“That is okay, Chika; it is good to hear your voice; I assume that you are alone,” said Henry.
“Yeah, alone and horny, and wishing that you were here; did you tell your wife about us?” said Chika.
“Yes, I did; she found it exciting and she would like to meet you,” said Henry.
“Meet me? Why? When?” responded Chika.
“The when could be tomorrow evening here at our house, um, the why, um, my wife wants to have the phone, one moment,” said Henry.
“Chika? This is Mary Groves; Henry told me all about what you two got up to,” said a woman’s voice.
“Oh, um, hello, Mrs Groves,” said Chika.
“After our guests have gone, I am going to give Henry six strokes of the cane for his behaviour with you,” said Mary.
“Oh, are you?” said a surprised Chika.
“Yes, and I want you here tomorrow night to receive your six strokes and then to go to bed with Henry and me; what do you say?” said Mary.
“You want to cane me, Mrs Groves?” said a now stunned Chika.
“Yes, cane you and then make love to you,” said Mary Groves.
Chika was usually a very confident woman but she was briefly lost for words,” Yes, Mrs Groves,” Chika finally said.
“Yes you will come here tomorrow?” asked Mary, for clarity.
“Yes, I will come tomorrow for you to cane me and then you, Henry and me go to bed,” replied Chika, stroking her cunt.
“Henry will give you our address; see you tomorrow, Chika,” said Mary, before handing the phone back to her husband.
Henry gave Chika the address, and they fixed a time for her arrival, Chika would get a taxi.
That was the next night taken care of, now what about tonight, thought Chika as she stroked her cunt.
She looked at the business card from Sylvia Lewis, she phoned the number listed as private mobile.
A woman’s voice answered, “Hello, who is this?” in response to the unrecognised number.
“Hello Sylvia, it is Chika Etomi from yesterday’s meeting; sorry it is short notice, but are you busy this evening?” said Chika.
