Adventures Of Bob - Part Six - Mary Of Mombasa - Sex Stories

Adventures Of Bob - Part Six - Mary Of Mombasa

... Mary.

Bob discovered that Mary was a nice kid in his idle chit-chat with Mary, both in the taxi and in the room. Her story was sad. She came from a village near Malindi. Her father was a fisherman and was away at sea much of the time. Her natural mother had died when Mary was two, so she had little recall of her. Father had remarried, and she and the stepmother didn't get on.

She had brought three children to the marriage, and they got priority in most things. She and her younger brother, Luke, were often mistreated. Although she loved her father and brother, the stepmother insisted that at sixteen, she should leave the family home, live with an auntie in Mombasa, and get work there.

She had worked as a chambermaid in a hotel until she was nineteen when a hotel guest assaulted her. The hotel owner had taken the guest's word over hers and sacked her. She dared not approach the police as they have a bad reputation for brutality, and she was afraid she might suffer again, so the crime went unpunished.

She had moved to a friend's in Mtwapa and found work in a restaurant and later a hairdresser's shop where her friend worked. They could only employ her casually a couple of days a week. She knew just how attractive she was to men, both Kenyan and Muzungu (white people), and to make some extra cash, Mary hung out at the beach maybe once or twice a week and usually found a tourist whom she fucked for money. Some of the money she made went towards her upkeep—the rest ...

... she sent home to her father and brother.

She told me that she had lived with a seventy-five-year-old Danish man for several months until he got sick and had to go home to Denmark for treatment. He said he would return to Kenya when he was well, and she had pinned her hopes on him. He gave her a lot of money but never fucked her. He just liked to kiss and caress her.

The boy had arrived with the beer and chips by this time, and once he had left and they were alone. Bob joined her on the sofa, and they started to make out. He wanted her naked, and she readily obliged. Bob gasped in delight as she pulled off her vest to reveal a large pair of firm funbags. They were crackers. Then, off came the cutoffs and panties, and there she was in all her natural glory. Her hourglass figure had Bob's pecker standing at attention like an anxious meerkat in the lions' enclosure.

He bade her join him in the shower, where, under a lukewarm stream of water, they explored each other's bodies. Bob cupped her breasts in my hands and lifted them to feel their heft and weight, and then let his wandering fingers roam all over her body. He slipped a finger up her tight asshole whilst his other hand sought access to her pussy. He gently prised open her cunt lips and quickly had an errant finger up her snatch.

Bob was aware that he would need to be careful. He was so horny after his enforced period of celibacy, and his cock was on a hair trigger. The slightest touch of her hand on his swollen ...