The Werewolf Kings Mistress

"What nonsense is this?' The question came from the restless twenty-one-year-old Yolanda Nyoni. With one hand on her hip, the other held a wade of money. She tapped her stiletto-clad foot on the floor as she furiously waved the wade of money to the face of the man who sat on the edge of the double bed while pulling on his tie.

'It's the money you asked for.' Thirty-four-year-old Gershom Chomba replied sheepishly cursing his luck.

He had hoped she would not bring up the topic of the money until they had done the deed and he had had his fill. It would have been easier to appease her with sweet nothings after a steamy session.

'Mxxxtchw. What do you take me for? I do not tolerate nonsense,' she said and threw the wade of money to his face. The force behind the throw caused the crisp hundred kwacha notes to break free from the paper clip that held them together. The notes fluttered in the air before floating down to the tiled motel room floor. 'This is two thousand short.'

Gershom heaved a frustrated sigh and looked up at the curvy girl in the sexy, midnight blue baby doll, crotchless lingerie. The moment she had taken off her sexy, black trench coat to reveal the sheer see-through baby doll lingerie, desire had flared up in his body. He itched to touch her curvy and moonlight yellow body and bury himself deep inside her tight channel.

'I know.' He had expected this reaction except he had not thought she would demand the money as soon he walked into the room. Throughout the day, she had been on his mind. Earlier in the day, while the whole world slept, he had woken up to an erotic video of her 'playing' with herself while calling out his name with passion-filled eyes. The lewd video had left the thirty-four-year-old father of three sexually frustrated.

Unfortunately for his wife, who just happened to have stirred in her sleep at that very moment, she became the receiver of his lust evoked by another woman.

Moreover, during the day, his phone had pinged nonstop with more of her lascivious pictures. By the time, he was clocking off for the day and heading towards their usual place of rendezvous, his lust for her was already evident in his slacks.

'Well?'

'I am strapped for cash at the moment.'

He was a family man. He had a wife and three hungry mouths to feed. There were mounting debts at work and employees who wanted their salaries. As it already was, this yearlong affair had already taken its toll on him and his relationship with his wife and family. What had been merely fun and games had slowly begun turning into a headache. On one hand, he had his nagging wife while on the other hand was his girlfriend who thought him to be a walking- talking ATM. Her demands were getting ridiculous by the day.

Nevertheless, as ridiculous and preposterous as Yolanda's demands were, she was worth it. In her prime, she had a youthful glow to her smooth skin and had the perfect curves. In all his thirty-four years on earth, he had had a taste of all types of women, his wife included, to him; Yolanda topped the list by a mile.

'And how the hell is that any of my business?' Yolanda snapped.

'Come on baby,' Gershom said standing up. He picked up the notes from the floor, reached for her purse, and placed the notes neatly in it. He then walked over to her and pulled her closer to him. 'Just bear with me for a little while. I promise I will get you the rest of the money by the end of this week.'

He drew her closer to him. At this moment, all he wanted was to have her naked body pinned under him and hear her moan out in pleasure as their sweaty bodies rubbed together. Gliding his hands over her smooth, soft, taut and firm skin, the heat from her body excited him more.' I promise I will give you double what you asked for.'

Meshing his lips to her, he left her with no room to argue. When she finally managed to shove him away, she breathlessly asked if he meant to keep his promise.

Nodding, he whispered a bunch of nonsensical words into her ears, while backing away to the bed. As his mouth sort hers, Yolanda's tiny fingers reached for his shirt. Caught in the wave of passion, she ripped the shirt apart and pushed him to the bed.

Inwardly, Gershom was ecstatic that he finally managed to appease her. As he fell back on the bed, he was pleased to note that her eyes were glazed with arousal.

Taking the lead, Yolanda straddled him and trailed kisses on his chest. Her hot breath on his skin had him closing his eyes and groaning out in pleasure. Gershom slid his hands up her hips and tugged at her pants to pull them down. He wanted the barrier between them off, once and for all, he was at the end of his patience. He thought if he waited any longer, he would explode.  Sensing his impatience Yolanda halted his actions shaking her head.

'Not yet,' she whispered in his ears, her breath hot against his skin, exciting her more.

'I can't hold on any longer,' he growled through his teeth.

She smiled against his mouth, captured his lips into a sensual kiss as she glided herself against his phallus. Gershom closed his eyes enjoying the sensations passing through his body. With her hands firmly pressed against his chest, she didn't stop dry humping him until her intimate juices coated the length of his bulge in his pants and she was breathless.

Yolanda grabbed his hands and held them above his head. Reaching in her bag, she took out a pair of blue padded cuffs and strapped him to the metal headboard.

His shaft twitched and dripped with pre-cum in anticipation at what she had planned.  One of the reasons why he loved her this much was because she was a freak in bed. He loved her unrestrained wild bedroom antics, unlike his wife who only conformed to 'godly' ways.

Yolanda brought her lips to his and devoured them until he was breathless while her hands slid down south. She moved her lips from his mouth, down his hairy chest. With his breath held, his eyes narrowed to slits as he watched her, anticipating her next move.

She first took off his shoes, and then reached for the buckle of his pants. For each inch of skin exposed, she rewarded him with a kiss. By the time he she was done and he was already in his birthday suit and his phallus was standing proud and free, Gershom thought she was the best thing that had ever happened to this world. Each time he was with her, it was better than the first time.

Using his tie, she bound his feet to the bed. As he lay eagle spread on the bed, watching her twerk her body for him, he did not doubt that she was indeed the eighth world wonder. His eighth world wonder.

In a raspy voice, he praised her moves and anticipated more. But just as he was getting all fired up, she turned, picked up her coat from the sofa and began to button up her coat.

'Eh, babez what's going on?'

Yolanda threw him a very innocent smile as she picked up her bag. She told him the services she had provided for him since he had walked into the room were equal to the miserly three thousand he had just given her.