Pussy and the Pillows

Lekker Bro we’re in Durban – South Africa!

Getting straight back into the swing of city life, I naturally looked up a Durban version of Revs. The tribe, minus Mamma Africa and her broken ribs, were ready to give our twerking hips a rest and reactivate our techno stomping feet.

Origin nightclub was in a league of its own, having five rooms, each with its own genre. We stuck to the trance and techno rooms and there I began looking for my prey. I was in full on prowl mode, and within an hour I had made a mental profile of every potential male within the venue.

My favourite looking of the lot, a long blonde surfer type, gravitated to our magnetic group of girls, then made a beeline for Red Breast. Red Breast is in an open relationship, so when the Surfer Hottie put his tongue down her throat, I felt privileged to be getting an insight into open-relationship activities, like a meaningless d-floor kiss.

The evening wore on and I was slowly accepting that my horniness was unfortunately, only going to be solved with subtle hostel-bunk masturbation. To wrap up the night we re-entered the techno room for one last stomp. Upon entering I immediately spotted a group of newbies, there dancing among them was a brunette with sexy long hair, great style, and a cheeky smile. I was instantly drawn to him and proceeded to cockily dance in front of him whilst giving him the ‘I wanna fuck you’ stare. He apparently felt the same attraction to me and closed the gap between us to ask if I wanted to join him outside.

He was a local boy, so we shall call him Durban Boy. After having a healthy amount of Aussie vs Saffa accent and cricket teasing, we started making out. It is probably one of my favourite things when someone exceeds your kissing expectations – a few minutes into making out we were getting into some porn-style kissing, hair grabbing, neck sucking, the whole works. We were getting carried away so I wasn’t surprised to feel his cheeky little hands creeping their way to my underwear. Though I was hella wet and totally wanted those fingers on me, I could feel the eyes of onlookers from the very public balcony, naughty boy. We discussed our mutual horniness and decided that we would meet in the first cubicle of the male toilets. I detoured past my girls and coyly asked for a condom, laughing at my quick work they handed me two and wished me a happy bang.

Stealthily entering the male toilets, I knocked on the cubicle and was briskly pulled inside. It was a thrill to be so sneaky and bad, we again started making out and this time I let his hands go anywhere. We were both dying for it, he turned me around and shimmied up my dress ready to give it to me. I was waiting, shaking with excitement, but nothing entered. I turned to see what was happening and saw two very sad boys looking at me. Unfortunately, because of the substances Durban Boy had been taking that night, his willy wouldn’t work. He was gutted at the failed attempt of a perfect porno fuck and asked if he could instead take me home.

Heading to his apartment I was almost more excited about going to his home than to his penis. I hadn’t been inside a home in two months, I wanted to lounge, watch tv, shower, and poop with the door open.

Well okay maybe the last one wasn’t going to happen. His room did not disappoint, it greeted me with a Queen sized bed drowning in pillows and a fluffy doona. Alright, alright, sex blog not furniture blog… I’m back on track.

I lay lusciously among the pillows and Durban Boy treated me to his porno tongue on my eagerly awaiting pussy lips.

I was having the time of my life and felt his penis to see how it was enjoying itself, but again nothing. Durban Boy flopped down next to me furious with his little friend ‘what is wrong with you! There’s a hot naked girl in front of you and you just ate her pussy. WAKE UP!!’

Hysterically laughing from his little outburst, I said I really wasn’t bothered, let the little guy have some rest. He agreed and we started talking, turns out we had a lot in common and ended up yacking for hours. Eventually I said I was ready for bed, but he said he couldn’t sleep yet and to please excuse him for a little while. He left the room with his laptop and I drifted off in a cloud of pillows.

Sometime later, from a blissful sleep I was awoken to the sound of Durban Boy exclaiming quick, quick! It’s working! Half conscious and confused I sat up what’s working? I followed his eyes and his big cheeky grin down to the huge boner proudly protruding from his boxers. Hooray I exclaimed and groggily jumped on.

All the let downs led to him clearly wanting to deliver a fine performance. I was fucked silly, even getting to watch our performance through his wardrobe mirror. My favourite moment was when I had my my legs around his neck and he jumped off the bed to grab his baseball cap to stop his hair from dipping into my mouth, ha!

Finally satisfied, we high fived and took some naked victory selfies, then passed out together.

I would have happily stayed with that lovely Durban Boy, and his beautiful bed, all weekend, but alas as all travellers do, it was time for me to move on. We exchanged numbers and made vague remarks of hopefully seeing one another in the future, and then I was gone.

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