Chapter 38

“Do you send on Facebook or WhatsApp?” Mwanajuma asked Nancy.

“WhatsApp is better. Facebook is just to get the men to come to inbox. Then in Facebook, have a profile that makes men believe you are not a simple and cheap take away.” Nancy told Mwanajuma.

Nancy opened her Facebook account. Something instantly caught Mwanajuma’s attention. On education, it showed Nancy had a Degree in Medicine from University of Nairobi!

“What? Are you a doctor? Are you this educated? You mean you can even treat me if I have a problem?” Mwanajuma asked Nancy.

Nancy burst out laughing until she nearly fell down.

“What is funny?” Mwanajuma asked.

“It is you who is funny.” Nancy said and laughed even harder.

“Ok, tell me what is funny.” Mwanajuma said feeling silly.

“Let me tell you once thing about Facebook, Facebook is all about lies. Most information you see on people’s profiles is fake. If you look closely at people’s profiles, most have a degree from this and that university, and worked in very prestigious companies or organizations.

People put fake schools, fake universities and fake organizations so that people will think you are someone respectable online but offline things are different.

Even you, you need to change your profile and make it seem like you are someone worth respect.” Nancy told Mwanajuma as she scrolled on her pics.

On Nancy’s profile you would seriously think she works in a very prestigious organization.

“How do you get these photos?” Mwanajuma asked.

“I just visit someone’s office and request to have a photo there. Like these ones here, I visited the golf’s club and took photos there.

I also board private yatchs and take photos there. I can get someone’s car and have a photo with the car.

Do not sell out yourself cheap on Facebook, let the men know the are dealing with an above average girl, not any other village girl.” Nancy said.

“Wow! this is just crazy!” Mwanajuma said.

“On what you update, just visit websites with motivational quotes, copy paste and make people think you are very wise. They will respect you. In short, your online profile is your selling point, never let it give someone an impression that you are cheap.” Nancy told Mwanajuma.

“Damn! You are so right!” Mwanajuma said.

“Even the prostitutes we see around. Those who go to line on the road normally never get to make good money. Why let someone fuck you for a mere 500 per night? Do something professional like a socialite. Pull a good deal and when you go for a lay, you come out with not less than 20,000. This is how I pay my bills. You will never see me on the street hawking my buttocks yet men pay me even better than those girls who get eaten by mosquitoes all night or harassed by police all the time for too little payment.” Nancy said.

“Go on…” Mwanajuma urged her.

“When you go for clothes, have decent clothes. Let men keep guessing what is beneath that decency. If you want to win big men, behave like a big woman. If you want to win dogs, behave like a bitch and you will get many dogs to devour you.” Nancy said.

“How do you handle the men who propose to marry you?” Mwanajuma asked.

“Keep them hopeful. Do not turn them away, but make him have a feeling like he shall eventually marry you. A man who has hope in you will even invest in you. He can even set up a business for you. In fact, I also wish to start a boutique soon and I will get men doing that for me.” Nancy said.

“You are so funny.” Mwanajuma said.

Nancy laughed and then went on, “Then there is this belief by men that when a woman is fucked by a lot of men, her pussy expands, looses its grip etc. do not let that intimidate you.” Nancy told Mwanajuma.

“How do you deal with that? I got dumped by my ex because of it, sad story I must say.” Mwanajuma said.

“What happened?” Nancy asked and looked at Mwanajuma.

“I trust this is between me and you.” Mwanajuma said.

“Of course!” Nancy replied and touched Mwanajuma’s thigh as if to make her feel comfortable to open up.

“Before my ex, my previous man was a guy who was a Chonyi. He had such a huge ck, I measured it and it was slightly longer than 9 inches and so thick. Initially it used to hurt a lot but with time I got used to it.

But then we broke up and met this ex of mine, a man from Kiambu whose dick is probably 6 or less inches. I could feel nearly nothing when he is inside.

He then later admitted to me that he feels like he is swimming inside, told me my pussy has no grip at all and he can never ejaculate since no matter how he thrusted, there was little to no stimulation.

That crushed my self-esteem. I lost interest in sex. He dumped me. But I was sure he was the best for me since he was so hardworking. He even has 2 matatus plying Mtwapa to Mombasa route and he is a business man too. I miss him.” Mwanajuma said.

“Sorry about that. Now, there is something that you can apply to your pussy to make it tight. You can use a herb called Femicare gel and within a few days your pussy feels like a virgin to anyone. That is how some of these prostitutes maintain their tightness despite meeting numerous dicks. She will leave that job later and get married to a pastor’s son who will never know she was ever a prostitute. It is all about being smart. Then you do some exercises called kegels regularly.

Right now, I am having sex with a certain gym instructor who is so handsome but his dick is small. But I drive him wild with my pussy, we can fuck all day. In fact, I like how he does it better than any man since he has the energy to also make me feel great.

You don’t have to remain like a donkey used to fuck you, do something.” Nancy told Mwanajuma.

“Wawawawaaaaa! Where do you get all this information?” Mwanajuma asked Nancy.

Nancy laughed and asked her, “With this digital age, do you still ask where we get information? It is all over online.” Nancy said.

“Ok, I get you.” Mwanajuma said.

Then, Nancy made a weird suggestion to Nancy.

“I want you to inset your finger in my pussy and feel something.” Nancy told Mwanajuma. For a moment, Mwanajuma felt like she had not heard it right. She was taken by surprise.

“What???” Mwanajuma asked.

“Yes, put a finger in there and I want you to feel something.” Nancy told Mwanajuma, “Do it, I am your teacher and I want you to know what I know…”

“OH! do we have to do it that way?” Mwanajuma asked.

“I am not going to ask you again. If you do not want to know you can just go away.” Nancy told Mwanajuma.

Mwanajuma looked into Nancy’s eyes and saw her seriousness. “Ok.” She said.

Nancy gently parted her legs to reveal her pussy. She had no pantie. She had also shaved. Mwanajuma reluctantly took her finger towards Nancy’s pussy. She touched it. it was hot.

“Push that finger inside.” Nancy told her. She hesitated.

Nancy grabbed her hand and pulled it such that the long finger got deep into her pussy. She then held there. Mwanajuma felt disgusted having to put a finger into another woman’s pussy. However, she suddenly felt something; the pussy began to make slow but very powerful motions.

Nancy began to do kegel slams where she would hold a kegel for as long as she could before slowly releasing, she then would do several rapid kegels pressing Mwanajuma’s finger rapidly before again holding a strong and prolonged kegel.

“What do you feel?” Nancy asked Mwanajuma.

“Wow! my God! Your pussy is sucking my finger! Goodness how do you do that? Is that what drives men crazy such that they can even buy for some girls even cars?” Mwanajuma asked.

“Yes, if your pussy can do such motions, be sure the man who fucks you will never leave you, in fact, he will just do things for you without you even having to ask for them. Now, go wash your finger, I can see you feel disgusted.” Nancy told Mwanajuma with a smile on her face, a shy smile.

However, Mwanajuma thrusted with her finger for about 10 seconds until Nancy held her breath feeling like she was about to get an orgasm. She literally pushed Mwanajuma’s hand away and told her, “No, not that, I want a real dick not a finger….”

Mwanajuma laughed so hard, stood up and walked to the bathroom where she washed her hands thoroughly. She then came out, looked at y who was still lying on bed with her private parts still exposed and told her, “Ok bestie, cover yourself now, let me make lunch for us as you continue to teach me how to manufacture honey in these big cities since I can see that is what you have… pure sweetness for men…”