LOVECRAFT EROTICA: MR PETERS.

 The woman on the ZOOM Call shouted on seeing the maid, her Aunt had brought. Mrs. Peters said: ’Auntie! I said bring me someone that will help me in the house, not a second wife for my husband!’ The older woman at the other end of the ZOOM Call laughed nervously. Mr. Peters poked his head from the corner of the screen and replied ‘Honey, you know you are the only one for me, and there’s no other.’ The white man said.

Meanwhile the subject of the discussion looked on, not knowing why everyone was laughing until the older woman explained in their native dialect, that her relative was not comfortable with her being in the same house due to her physical endowments. Ekemini tried to assure the woman in the screen ‘Ma, I can do any house work.’ Her voice betraying her fear at losing the opportunity to escape the city. ‘Ekemini, go bath, eat and rest, we will talk later.’ Auntie Rose said to the teary eyed voluptuous woman.

And as she walked away, Mr. Peters looked at her big buttocks as it swayed while she walked. Mr. Peters informed his wife that he would be sending the driver, to get them bus tickets back to the village but since they had travelled all day, the travelers should spend a day to rest and the following day – they would return.

It was a reasonable suggestion and everyone agreed. Speaking in her native tongue ‘Mama, watch that woman. I trust my husband. I have made up my mind that she’s not what I am looking for.’ Mrs. Peters said to her Aunt.

The older woman assured her that she would watch her 24/7 ‘My dear, please what about the money…’

Mrs. Peters replied: ‘Sure, when I return I will send something for you. I have to go now.’

And with that the call came to an end.

 After dinner, Ekemini helped clear the table.

Mr. Peters spoke to Auntie Rose ‘She looks really disappointed…’

The woman nodded her head ‘you know a lot of them don’t really have a future in the village, so this would have been a way out for her and her family.’

The white man nodded his head in agreement.

Auntie Rose and Ekemini were watching a movie, when the white man motioned for the older woman to meet him in the dining area. After a while Ekemini realized she was alone, and got up to find where the older woman had gone. Ekemini got to the dining area just as the older woman collected a thick brown envelope from the white man ‘Ma, are you still watching the film?’ Ekemini asked, as the older woman grabbed her by the hand and took her to the parlor and spoke to her while the white man headed to the kitchen for a drink.

There seemed to be now an argument between the older woman and Ekemini, with the older woman pointing to Ekemini’s thighs and buttocks and shaking the thick envelope in her face, with Ekemini shaking her head, one hand on her waist whilst looking away, her mood now pensive. Ekemini shook her head, wore her slippers and headed into the guest-room. Mr. Peters appeared from the kitchen and motioned Auntie Rose, if he could go into the guest-room and she nodded her head in the affirmative.

Mr. Peters smiled and gave the woman a thumbs up, and as he headed to the guest-room, he was blocked by the older woman ‘Where will I sleep?’ Auntie Rose asked. ‘The room to the right of the masters’ bedroom is where the kids sleep, when they come for holidays.’ The randy man said, eager to head into the guest-room and with that he entered the room and closed the door without locking it.

The older woman laughed quietly assured that Ekemini who had used very strong words in rebuking her for thinking she was a prostitute, would chew out the randy white man – and if he asked her for a refund, all he would have to answer the question ‘Refund for what?’.

After settling in to sleep, the woman woke up some hours later to check up on Ekemini, she had been so tired, she fell into a deep sleep and assumed that she had missed the fireworks caused by her not telling Mr. Peters that the woman had refused to fuck him in exchange for monetary compensation; she wondered if by now the man had realized that he had been swindled and how angry he must have been.

She slowly opened the door…

The white man was deep inside Ekemini, his hands on her wide waist as she bent in the doggie style position, her big buttocks completely overshadowing the slimmer white man’s pelvis, her breasts swinging as she slammed into his body – as he did into hers.

The pair looked up like a pair of naughty school kids being caught doing naughty things, Ekemini looked away realizing she had been caught being a hypocritical bitch while Mr. Peters spoke ‘Is there anything I can do for you? We are kind of busy here.’

‘Sorry.’ Auntie Rose said, chopping her “L” as she shut the door and the pair resumed fucking each other, with Ekemini changing position to the missionary style.

    The white man emptied his cum inside Ekemini and promised to return later the following day, and to complete “demolishing” of her pussy; the woman pleaded with him to have mercy on her, so that she could still enjoy her husband’s cock – a lie she said to massage his ego. The white man smiled being pleased with having satisfied his lustful desires, as he handed over a thick envelope to Ekemini.

Breakfast was an awkward silence.

No one spoke.

And when Ekemini wanted to ask Auntie Rose to pass her the sugar, the woman’s looks made her get it herself.

When the white man had left for work, Ekemini came up to Auntie Rose ‘Auntie, I know you’re angry with me. But I swear he was raping me, I didn’t want to fuck him.’

‘Okay if you say so. Also if that’s the case, I will know tonight.’ The older woman said in coded tunes.

Later that night.

‘Where you dey go?’ Auntie Rose asked Ekemini, who was wearing only a wrapper, tied around her body.

Ekemini stammered as her phone rang again.

‘Don’t forget we are going to leave for the park by 6am, tomorrow.’ The older woman said, a tone of disappointment in her voice, as she turned the other side and slept off.

Mr. Peters was treated to the best of African cuisine on his matrimonial bed, with the help of sexual enhancer drugs.

Ekemini was shocked that he lasted this long, the white man was hell-bent on destroying her pussy with his thrusts while holding onto her thick black thighs for dear life. She rode his erect cock hoping to tame its hardness but to no avail.

She stroked it, and even agreed to suck it even after it had been dipped in her pussy. She lost her anal virginity, all in an attempt to make the man cum and for her to sleep. After three hours and some minutes, the man finally emptied his load inside her very slippery pussy.

Auntie Rose called Ekemini many times but the woman refused to pick, the older woman headed to the masters bedroom, perhaps the woman was having her bath therein. She was heading to the stairs when she received a message from Mrs. Peters.

“Honey. I think we should employ Ekemini. She’s hardworking.”

Auntie Rose was confused and called her niece, who didn’t pick.

The message had been altered by the red-eyed woman stuck in quarantine in the UK, and as she read the original message, she clinched her fist, angry with her husband and her aunt, and that bitch Ekemini.

“Honey. I think we should employ Ekemini. She’s hardworking. We should let her work here for a while also, because I don’t know how to put this – just in case she’s pregnant. The last thing you need is the scandal of a black woman having a white baby like our kids.”

Ekemini didn’t bother coming down to see off Auntie Rose as the woman sat in shocked silence as the driver, drove her to the bus park.

Mr. Peters had just finished another round of intercourse with his newly acquired big booty mistress, Ekemini, when his wife finally replied after reading his message.

“You can’t impregnate shit! All our kids were through IVF! Remember?!”

Mrs. Peters smiled at the consolation clap-back, that was the most she could do, for now…as she switched off her phone.