The African Princess

“Boa tarde,” the waitress greeted.

“Boa tarde,” returned Amitav, studying the name tag pinned on her blouse. It read Celma Domingas.

“O que o senhor vai beber?” she enquired. He liked her pleasant face and husky voice.

“Do you speak English?” he pleaded with a sheepish grin.

“Yes. What will drink, sir?” she translated, her delicious accent making his heart skip a beat.

“I reached Luanda only yesterday. I am from India. I am so happy to find someone who speaks English,” he blurted out.

The relief on the customer’s face amused her.

“You need to find someone to teach you Portuguese. It is difficult to find English speaking people in Angola,” she advised.

“Can you suggest someone?”

“I can teach if you want.”

“That would be great!” he exclaimed, secretly pleased with his teacher’s pretty face and voluptuous curves.

“And now, what will you drink?” she laughed.

Before he left, they exchanged names and numbers.

The next day at 6 pm Celma knocked on the door of Amitav’s fourth floor apartment in Luanda’s posh Miramar neighborhood.

“Boa noite,” he greeted, opening the door. He almost groaned on seeing how beautiful she looked. Though simply dressed in a sleeveless red blouse and knee-length denim skirt, her elegance held him spellbound.

“Boa noite!” she chirped, her doe eyes twinkling.

Her natural feminine scents formed a heady fix with the fruity perfume she wore and he inhaled deeply the sweet smell as she brushed past him into the room. Marveling at her chocolaty skin and braided hair, he watched the seductive swaying of her ass and listened to the rhythmic tapping of her sling back stiletto heels on the wooden floor. Standing taller than him, her remarkable presence evoked the contrasting feelings of passion and tenderness in his heart. His left chest thumped and his cock twitched uncomfortably.

“So where do we start?” She couldn’t complete. Turning, she caught him adjusting the front of his trousers.

“I am sorry,” he blushed, hoping she had not noticed his bulge.

She burst out laughing, turning him a deep red.

“Please don’t laugh,” he whimpered, walking up to her.

“Have you never seen a woman before?” she joked.

“Yes, but never an African princess.”

The next moment he had taken her in his arms. She made no attempt to release herself. Instead, she offered him her luscious lips. He kissed her gently, darting his tongue inside her mouth.

“Can we do this inside,” he gasped, breaking the kiss.

She nodded her assent. Holding hands they walked to his bedroom.

He watched her unbutton her blouse and fling it away. Next, she unhooked her bra and revealed her large, shapely and dark-brown breasts with their black nipples. She unzipped her skirt, allowing it to slink down her shapely legs. Finally, she peeled off her panties.

“What are you waiting for?” she cooed. He had frozen watching this black Goddess in all her naked glory. Her voice shook him out of his reverie.

Quickly, she helped him undress. Bending, she kissed his engorged cock and subjected it to some playful strokes with her talented hands. He restrained her when she began to remove her shoes.

“Keep them on please,” he requested.

Smiling, she kissed him softly before climbing on to the double size bed. She lay on her back as he explored her breasts, kissing, fondling, squeezing and sucking them by turns, making her moan. He trailed his tongue down her stomach, licking her navel before reaching the junction between her thighs.

Folding her legs, she raised her knees in the air and parted her thighs, granting him with a vision of her ultimate jewel. He devoured her purple slit with his eyes. Completely bald, the outer labia spread out like an exotic butterfly. Glistening with her arousal, it attracted him like a magnet and the intoxicating smell of her heat intensified his libido. Hypnotized, he rolled his tongue over it, deliberately dwelling longer upon her sensitive nub.

She screamed with ecstasy, holding his head between her thighs, pressing him deeper into her. Like a greedy dog lapping milk, he ate all her precious cream, stopping only when his cock reached bursting point.

The sudden interruption in her pleasure made her mad with lust. Seeing that her lover was taking his time to mount her, she rolled him on to his back with a sudden move and mounted him. Holding his stiff cock in her hand she placed it at the entrance of her folds. A deft arch of her pelvic and he was buried deep inside her velvety softness.

Driven by her strong need, she rode him fiercely. His hands groped her breasts which rose and fell in tandem to her every thrust, as he pushed his ass back and forth in beautiful harmony. The climax was loud and fulfilling. She collapsed on his chest as he erupted deep inside her fertile womb.
They were basking in the afterglow of their love making.

“Will be my girlfriend” he proposed.

“Only on one condition,” she said, pulling him on top of her.

“What?”

“I still remain your teacher!”

“Ok, teacher!” he grunted, entering and claiming her again.

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