Another Thursday meant that I was doing the same routine—walking around a Johannesburg casino, hoping to get laid. Not having a job or a desire to look for one granted me time to hunt women. I looked around and saw quite a few Indian women. There was something about their black hair and dark complexion that turned me on. Then again, it didn’t take much to turn on a horny guy like me. Most of them were well-dressed and alone, which suited me just fine. Hmmm. Rough sex with an Indian woman would be amazing right now.
The first approach was brutal. She kept looking at the machine as I stood beside her and spoke while the people around stared at me. I hated talking to women who weren’t interested in me, so I ducked.
The next one was friendly but mentioned that she had a boyfriend, and the third one was married. I would’ve banged her if she was up for it, but she kept talking about how precious her family was. After listening to that nonsense for about ten minutes, I told her that I had to go to the bathroom.
As I walked past the machines and peeked in between them to see who was on the other side, I saw a sexy Indian gambling. I walked around and approached her from her side. “Hi. I’m just curious. What’s so fascinating about watching pictures spin?” I asked.
“Not much, actually. It takes my mind off my problems for a couple of hours,” she said.
“Interesting. I thought losing money would give you more problems. You do know that the odds are stacked against you, right?”
“Sure, but I’m not exactly worried about money.”
“What are you worried about if you don’t mind me asking?”
Her finger hovered over the button, and she looked at me. “I don’t even know your name, but you’re asking me personal questions.”
“Sorry. I’m Gordon.” I extended my hand.
“Niri. Nice to meet you.” She smiled and shook my hand.
Niri was fit, had long black hair and smooth skin. She wore a tank top and jeans, and I saw that she was at least six years older than me. Nothing turned me on more than sitting next to a milf who was friendly.
“You haven’t answered my question,” I said.
“I recently sold my pharmaceutical company, and I’m wondering if I made the right decision. I loved it.”
“What are you gonna do now?”
“Well, one of the reasons I sold it is because I wanted to get away, just go live somewhere tropical like Mauritius or Bora Bora.”
“Sounds great. You wanna take me with you?”
She snorted a laugh. “I’ll think about it,” she said, frowning and nodding.
“What does your husband think about your plans?” I asked to determine if she had one.
“I’m divorced. The bastard left me because he said that he couldn’t put up with me anymore.”
“Sorry.” I wasn’t because it increased my chances with her. “Hope you don’t mind if I sit.”
“No.”
I pulled the chair and sat with my body facing hers. Looking at her soft skin made more blood rush to my groin, making me harder. I was ready to grab her face, stick my tongue into her mouth and shove my hands into her pants to rub her pussy.
“What do you do?” she asked. That’s when I knew it was on. A woman asks a man questions who chats her up only if she’s interested. “A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Her smile told me that she knew I was unemployed.
“How much longer are you going to play this?”
“Why?”
“I’m a bit thirsty. There’s a bar there.” I pointed. “And I was hoping you’d join me.”
She looked at me from the corner of her eye. “I suppose it can’t hurt.”
We took a booth table, and I looked at the round bar in the middle of the venue, with blue neon lights and figurines on the walls and the ceiling, making me feel like we were on the set of Avatar. I splayed my arms on the back support, with my wrist brushing the back of Niri’s neck. The waiter brought a basket filled with chilli chicken wings and samosas.
“Must be nice to be a business owner,” I said.
“It was. Kept me busy and took my mind off not having kids. It also didn’t leave me any time for a hookup after my marriage.”
“So, you want children?”
“More than anything, especially now that I’m divorced.”
“I’m sure your dream will come true.”
“I hope so. Time isn’t exactly on my side since I am fast approaching the end of my biological clock.”
Talking about children made me even hornier. Something about the image in my mind of sperm flying all over the place made me lose control, so I grabbed the back of her head and crashed my lips into hers. I cupped her face and stuck my tongue into her mouth, making her moan.
My hand ran up her leg and in between her thighs before I rubbed her groin. I pulled back and said, “Let’s go somewhere.”
She nodded. I grabbed her hand and escorted her out of the casino. We stood in the square and looked at the buildings surrounding us, then at each other. I wanted to mention hiring a room, but I didn’t have the money.
“Should we go check if the Hilton has a room for us so we can talk?” she asked.
“Sounds great, but I don’t have the cash.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll sort it out.”
After she paid at reception, we walked to the room without looking at each other or holding hands. This is it, Gordon. She wants the dick. Don’t waste her time.
As she opened the door, I pushed her onto the bed and slammed the door.
I threw my shirt off and skipped while taking my shoes off to get to the bed. She sat up, unzipped my pants and got on her knees, then pulled off my jocks. My dick was red, girthy and a vein protruded from it. She grabbed it and rattled it on her tongue.
I looked down at her, smiled and stroked her hair. Niri shoved my dick into her mouth and gurgled as it went in deep. I closed my eyes and craned my head up with my mouth open.
As she tickled my balls, I grimaced and stepped back to avoid shooting a load. She smiled and pulled off her pants and g-string before lying on the bed with her legs open.
I kneeled in front of the bed, kissed her thighs and parted her lips. I shoved two fingers inside her pussy and licked her clitoris. Her pussy was delicious. It was by far the most beautiful and smoothest pussy I had licked.
I stood up and held my dick while looking down at her. She smiled and rubbed her pussy. I knew she wanted me to stick it in, so I picked up the condom from my pants.
“You don’t want to stick it in without a condom?” she asked. “I don’t mind if you cum inside me.”
No ways. Are you mad? As my stomach growled, I felt it running, so I chucked the condom onto the bed and darted to the bathroom. Chilli food had always given me problems, but I didn’t think it would ever happen just before my dick was going to go inside a pussy.
I walked out of the bathroom, and Niri perked her head up off the bed and asked, “You okay?”
“Sorry about that. Must’ve been the chilli chicken that got to me.”
We smiled at each other as I walked to her, and I clutched her legs and opened them. She kept them up as I put the condom on. I put her legs on my shoulders and stuck my dick in, watching her close her eyes and part her lips. I grabbed her waist and thrust, sticking my dick in all the way.
A vein protruded from her forehead as she grimaced and screamed. That encouraged me to give it to her even harder, so I squeezed her tits and ploughed her. She screamed, and I clenched my teeth and kept up the rapid pace. As I was about to cum, I took my dick out and thought about wrinkled skin. That had worked for me before when I wanted to avoid cumming.
Niri bent over the chair and looked at me over her shoulder. As I felt the tension from my balls subside, I walked to her and smacked her ass, then stuck my dick in. I grabbed her shoulders and thrust hard.
“Oh, yes! Oh, my God. Yes!” she exclaimed. “Give it to me, you animal.”
I spanked her ass and carried on riding her. Niri’s head hung as she sputtered screams.
After banging her doggystyle for fifteen minutes, I wanted to see her face. She lay on her side and I stuck my dick in with my hand on her neck. As I increased the thrusting, I applied more pressure to the chocking and saw her face flush.
“That’s it,” she said. “Give it to me. I wanted it rough.”
I couldn’t take it anymore, so I grimaced and groaned as I shot my load. All of my energy drained as the semen flew out of me, so I closed my eyes and rested my head against her. She slipped my dick out, pulled off the condom and flung it into the bin.
The following morning, I walked Niri to her car and hugged her. We both felt that this was a once-off thing and that we’d never see each other. I didn’t have a problem with that.
Several months later, I was lying on my bed when my phone rang. I saw that it was an international number, so I wondered who it could’ve been. “Hello.”
“Hi, Gordon.”
“Yes.”
“This is Niri. I know we haven’t spoken in a while, but I felt that there’s something you should know.”
I sat up. “What’s that?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Oh, okay. Congratulations.”
She remained quiet for a few seconds. “It’s yours.”
“What?”
“I got pregnant after our night together.”
I stood up and raked my fingers through my hair. “No, that’s impossible. I had a condom on. You couldn’t have. It’s definitely not mine.”
“I haven’t been with another man since you. It’s definitely yours.”
“But how could this be? I had a damn condom on.” She remained quiet. “Hello. Are you still there?”
“Yes, I’m here.”
“So, tell me what the hell is going on. How could you be pregnant with my child?”
“When you went to the bathroom, I poked holes into the condom.”
“What? Why would you do that?”
“I told you that I wanted to have a child, and I was running out of time. Sorry, but you don’t have to worry. I’ve already left the country, and I’ll raise the baby.”
“So, that’s it? I don’t even have a say in raising our child after you tricked me.”
“It’s not like you wanted one.”
“How would you know that?”
“Well, I just figured since you didn’t want to go raw in me.”
“I can’t believe this. How could you do this?”
“Just carry on with your life as if nothing happened. Maybe go look for a job.” That stung my heart. As I was down, she kicked me in the gut. “You’ll be fine,” she said and hung up.
My head hung as I stood by the window, my forehead pressing it. I didn’t have much and hadn’t planned on having children because I couldn’t give them the life they deserved, but I wanted to raise them. At the very least, I wanted to see him or her.
For the following month, I called the number that Niri phoned me from every second day, but it went to voicemail every time. I figured that she had bought a sim card just for that call so that I couldn’t track her. Our child had been on my mind every day since I had spoken to her, and I realised that my child was everything I had, and I wanted to be a part of his or her life.
I went to several banks to borrow money so I could hire an investigator to track down Niri. All of them declined due to my unemployment. I even asked my parents for money, but they said that I should stop smoking weed and save up.
The next few weeks were pure hell for me. I couldn’t sleep. I smoked more weed than ever before to calm myself, and I lost five kilograms. Food was the last thing on my mind. The only thing I had an appetite for was finding my child. I had no idea how I would do that or if I’d ever see my child.
I spent a tremendous amount of time pacing in my room and sometimes literally banged my head against the wall because I thought it would suppress my mental torment.
My phone rang. “It’s Gordon speaking.”
“Am I speaking to Mr Gordon Clyde?”
“Yes.”
“Sir, my name is Morgan Whittaker. I used to be Nirvana Singh’s lawyer.”
“Who?”
“Nirvana Singh, the mother of your child.”
“Oh, right. Niri.”
“Yes. I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Sorry?”
“I’m not sure if you heard, but Nirvana was involved in a car accident and passed away.”
“Oh, my God. And the baby?”
“The baby is fine. Your child was at home with the nanny when this happened.”
“I wanna see my child.”
” Sir, I’m calling -.”
“How did you know about me?” I interjected.
“Nirvana put your name on the birth certificate. She made a will before the child was born and gave everything to her son.”
“I’ve got a son?”
“Yes.”
I smiled. “Oh, my God.”
“Sir, since your son is a minor, Nirvana’s money will go to the next in line, which is you. You’ll be responsible for managing her vast wealth until your son turns eighteen. I’ll forward you all the details about your son’s whereabouts, and I’m sorry about Nirvana.”
Well, life’s a bitch when you’re a bitch.