Perverted Man Flashes His Privates At The Ladies

If you thought weird fantasies and fetishes are only confined in the West, think again. We have some real perverts right here in Kenya too.

Timothy is one such. He’s a very successful businessman and seemingly an equally successful family man too. Like a lot of other men, he has an eye for the ladies except his is a bit different. He rarely asks to sleep with them. Timothy is a flasher. He seems to get his kicks from flashing his manhood in the face of unsuspecting females.

Susan had done a lot of business with him in the past. She visited his office one morning to seal a deal they’d discussed earlier. She made nothing of it when he asked her to move round to his side of the desk to view some ‘samples’ for a design they were about to do. After all there was a lot of mutual respect between them and in all the years they’d worked together, he never showed even the slightest hint of lust towards her. This day though unbeknown to her, behind his magnificent desk, Timothy had pulled his trousers and boxers down and his tool was in full view. Paralyzed by initial shock, she just stood there and stared at it, then at him and then at it again before her brains snapped back in place. She picked her handbag and fled.

Carol too had been through some of his perverted ways. She had been invited to a roof top party by a circle of friends and he was also among the invited guests. The washrooms were downstairs and with the drinks flowing, there was lots of traffic along the stairs. At one time when Carol was going down to the washrooms, Timothy followed her. When she heard him call her name she instinctively turned around. He was about 1 stair behind and that height difference worked out such that when she turned round, she came eyeball to eyeball with is aroused exposed tool.

It seems the official reaction is to stare because she too stared at it then up at him in disbelief and back at it as he got more and more aroused right before her eyes. Only the footsteps of someone else coming to the stairs yanked her brains back and she rushed downstairs. The interesting thing is that when doing what he does best, he never says a word. He just flashes his goods. And it seems the idea of an impending flash really turns him on because by the time he whips it out he’s usually already aroused. In the few seconds the ladies get shocked to the bone he pulls it back, zips up, and snaps back to his respectable persona. Maybe he goes to indulge in his fantasies later because he’s not known to sleep around. Or maybe he’s a really sick mind who can only get it up for flashing and not for any other real and more important reasons. Methinks he must have a very impressive whipping tool. Otherwise why would he go flashing it around?