The Panther and the Gazelle 4
In the couple of days that followed, I had no wish to see Francis. His attitude put me off although trying to define it exactly was beyond me. He scared me, that was for sure, but yet I felt drawn to him in an unhealthy way. Magnetised by a personality that I didn’t entirely care for.
As luck would have it, we had some people
out from the
So I was not too bothered with thoughts of
Francis. My every day work took on the role of plantation guide, and the
evenings were invites for dinner and drinks to the hosts each night in turn.
The people from London let us know that the company were fed up with the
corruption in India and wanted to transfer most of the “mainstream” tea varieties
to Kenya where corruption was in a much more basic league. They intended selling
the bulk of the
David let me know how the work was progressing and he expected it to be finished within the next week. Once the visitors had gone back, the bogey of Francis returned to haunt me.
One afternoon I had to go up to No.9, past my place. I had not intended to stop, but a part of me made an excuse that I needed a drink and perhaps a change of shirt. The rains were due soon and day-by-day the atmosphere was becoming more and more humid.
I decided against it and hit the accelerator rounding the bend before my bungalow. Then out of nowhere, my right foot hit the brakes, stopping the Land Rover just past my gates. I sat there trying to balance up the pro’s and cons, hoping that I would carry on up the hill to No.9. I didn’t.
Switching off the motor, I went into the house and grabbed a cold drink from the fridge. I was shaking, and the fact annoyed and disturbed. In my own house and I was nervous and half afraid.
Trying to get a grip and not be so stupid, I went out onto the lawn and round to the side of the house. Francis was digging out a hole for the next post in the line of fencing. Noticing my arrival, his put down the shovel and walked towards me and a garden table that had somehow made its way there. There was a jug of juice, which I guessed Ahmed had brought him for an afternoon break.
He poured out a glass and said hello. I nodded and told him I was curious to see how the job was going as I passed by.
He threw his head to one side, indicating the new fencing.
“It’s fine. Be finished this week.” He said, sitting down in a lawn chair.
I felt at a loss for words. “Where is David?”
“He’s gone to the compound to cajole Fred into letting him have the pickup, so that he can fetch a new panel from the crossroads.”
I smiled, thinking of David sweet talking Fred for one of the trucks. Fred would make a song and dance about it, but let him have some transport if at all possible.
“Good job.” I complimented about the fence.
“A lot of work for a bit of fence, lot of cutting those bushes and trees.” He answered.
My eyes were drawn to him as he spoke and I found myself staring into his eyes.
We didn’t say anything for what seemed like minutes.
“You could have seen this when you got home after work, didn’t need to stop by and say nothing.”
His words made my skin crawl and goose bumps jumped out all over. His impudence began to get me angry. But no words came.
I found myself looking at his crotch, watching his right hand slowly rub up and down, hypnotising.
“If push comes to shove, I reckon you really came to see this.” His eyes followed mine between his legs.
A hot flush ran over me, I thought I was going to explode in anger. But my mouth was silent when he peeled back the buttons fastening the fly of his shorts. I knew my mouth had dropped open, waiting in suspense for what he might reveal. Slowly he pulled out a flaccid dick, one that began to fill out rapidly and kept my attention riveted.
My throat was dry and I felt incapable of uttering a word.
“Think you came to see this. And this is really glad you did. Been thinking of you a lot since the other day. Come here, say hello to your friend properly.”
I could see myself, two different people in one body. One side said “fuck you, you’re fired and I never want to see your face again”, and the other said, “Yes, let me see that wonder you have between your legs.”
The latter side was not really me, not the person I had been brought up to be. He was the devil and I knew he was going to be the winner.
“Come, you know I won’t bite.”
I crossed the few paces between, standing in front of him rocking back in the chair.
“Get down, say hello.” He smiled. “It’s been waiting for you.”
His dark gravely slow tone had me hooked. The anger melted off my shoulders as his deep voice vibrated to my soul.
His dick was almost fully hard now. I had a lust to take him in my mouth, take him all the way down my gullet if that were possible, hoping he would fuck there. My knees turned to jelly and buckled uncontrollably.
“Come, take him, let me feel you suck him.”
That was the last straw. I lurched forward and grabbed it from his hand, stuffing as much as I could into my mouth, choking immediately at the rash move.
“Easy, he’s not going anywhere. Take him, make him hard” His voice crooned.
I gagged repeatedly as my imagination ran away with me, thinking I could take him all in my mouth when there was more than enough room for a big hand to stroke the shaft outside of a mouthful.
“Take down those shorts, let me see your pussy.” he instructed.
With one hand giving me a stop mark on his dick, the other flicked open the top button and pulled down the fly. I pushed them down my thighs.
“Now turn around, let me see what I love.”
He pulled back his dick from my grasp and I realised I would not be getting it back. Trance like, I turned about on my knees, hearing him drop down onto the lawn behind.
His tongue stabbed into my crack, licking and swiping up and down, sending me into next week. Thumbs prized my cheeks apart to let his face push in, fingers groped and prodded deep inside. Surprisingly there was no pain, just a relentless building to an almighty explosion that a part of me was willing to happen as fast as possible.
Then it happened. My body creaked like an old sailing ship, pushed apart as his massive dick slowly eased itself inside. This is what I had been thinking about, the incredible feeling of being stuffed beyond capacity. He was not rough, in fact the opposite. Pushing in, then pulling back and licking more before another try. Little by little I felt my body open wide and felt him enter right up into my guts.
“Never felt a pussy like you got” he enthused.
He began fucking me gently, building slowly so that the whole episode was without the pain I would have sworn was coming.
As the speed increased, his head came down to nibble at my neck, which sent me into delirium. His deep voice cooed into my ear between bites and kisses, making me do my utmost to take anything he wanted to give. To skewer me on his massive stick.
Moments later I was regretting everything as he grasped me tight and hammered away. Before I could take a breath to scream, he came and as before soothed away the intense pain with his explosion. For a while he held me in his grip, the only movement was the pulsing of his dick inside my body. I was relieved it was over and grateful he had given me his lust. Suddenly the tension broke and I collapsed face down onto the grass.
He was magnificent, but moments later I felt enormous embarrassment and rushed to pull up my shorts and get out of there. I tried to avoid looking at him, but when I did he had that damn smirk on his face, like he was amused by my discomfort.
Still, I said thanks half under my breath and told him I had to be somewhere.
“Stop by again, nice to talk to you” he said as if we had had some kind of normal social meeting.
By the time I was back in the Land Rover, I was really angry and I slammed down the accelerator sending up clouds of dust as the vehicle took off up the hill to No.9.