PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (S*xed And
Betrayed) PART 1
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***It all started like this***
Chyka and I inside brothel having a S£x. I
grabbed one bossom playing with the tip and
sU-Cking another one. Mouth producing a
sounds like of boorish while sU-Cking the
Tip;
Pka-pto pka-pto… I had no clue on what to
do with the b0s0m I was just holding it at
interval, pressing it like an orange, rubbing it
as if it is a wounded place which I am
applying embrocating. Chyka was m0an!ng,
groaning, grunting in pleasure, holding my
J0yst!ck and do justice to it. Toy with the
cap, rimming the tip, rubbing the body, sU-
Cking my boob, and smooching my balls as
well. Even my bumbum was not spared as it
was being spank, pressing” every time she
move her hand from my J0yst!ck. Chai, this
girl is a pro. The s£nsat!on was too much
for
me and I can’t take it no more. I only wanna
sah enter her womanliness as soon as
possible. Gosh, I was peeping into the
honey-
pot below, can you imagine, seen how red
net-p@nt looks like sending down message
to my
brain and spinning my head. How it shows
the shape of kitty-cat, it is another thing out
of the world. When chyka was discovered
that I was still a novice she quickly removed
her p@nt, la!d on bed and asked me to come
over. I was still peeping into her
womanliness, the pink color, cover with ever
militant black giant grass, amaze the hell out
of me. She put her hand under the pillow,
brought out the condom and wore it over my
J0yst!ck. Insert her finger inside a
spermatozoa cream cup, put little inside
kitty-cat, applied and rubbed the remaining
over the tip of my J0yst!ck. Put it inside; she
commanded. Fork me boy, spoil me, as she
is smooching her own b0s0m with left hand
and using the right hand rimming the cl!toris.
Wetin man go do? I sah quickly bent down in
missionary style and finding my way into her
kitty-cat. Still unable to locate the wall gosh.
Finding it difficult to put it exactly kitty-cat
hole ***mogbe*** .
She: **formin posh** don’t you see where to
put it; she asked.
I was dump and still holding my J0yst!ck,
rubbing it over the grass outside and snail
like skin, gosh’ wonder where her V-G
located. Chai, was all I could hear. She
grabbed my J0yst!ck and slotted it inside.
Oya’ common, fucccccck me harder; she
commanded. Chyka was already Hot. Her
womanliness is so wet like river niger.
I was going up and down like agama lizard.
Breathing heavily like a pig. When she see I
couldn’t do it faster just like she wants. She
was helping me with hands. Placed her legs
at my back, asking me to go up and coming
down faster. She said; haven’t you ever done
it before. I became naïve. After like 5 minute
of hard labour without praise, I spilled my
Pour. every parts of my body become stiff
and heavy.
She push me one side of the bed when I
refuse to stand up.
She stood up. Clean her womanliness.
Removed condom on my J0yst!ck, Handed
over a towel for me. Asking me to clean
myself as well, Which I did so.
Chyka: where is my money?
Me: how much?
Chyka: 2k
****mo gbéé*****
Me: *** eyes clear**** haaaaaa, but we
agreed on 1.5k before.
Chyka: ***frown*** common, with all the
wahala you took me through. Abegi, give me
2k jooh.
**i sah dipped my hand inside my pokect,
brought out my wallet and hand over 2k to
her*** .
Chyka: **smile** thanks, but haven’t you
ever
done this before?
Me: ***felling shy*** why asking?
Chyka: **clear throat** I was just imagine as
big as you are, you just acting like a fowl. No
sU-Ck, no rimming, even no hand thrust…
hhhhaaaa, you need “alomo bitter ooo” or
make you kuku fold your eyes and ti’raka
(endure) to buy “Amo bitter”.
Me: **feeling embarrass** haa, how wil you
be talking to your costumer like this?
Chyka: **lower her voice** sorry, it just that
woman like active man. And if I happen to be
your girlfriend, I won’t take this from you.
Haaa,
**raised eye brown**
Me: **indulging** but I sah tried?
Me: chai, your trying is a garbage
Me: **feelin embarass** ok, I wil try next
time sah.
Chyka: **shrugged** ko’ya try ni oo.
**picked
her dress and wore it** wo (look), I want
market outside jareh.
****We both dashed out at the
sametime”****.
Chyka is a S£x worker in one of the bigest
hotels in my neighborhood. It is being a
while
I have wanted to do this with her. But where
on earth wil I get the confidence to enter
brothel. But kongi nah bastards, and I don’t
know the three keywords which are ‘what’,
‘how’, and ‘why’, the urge to have s*x
keeping building up in my nerve. I just can’t
help matter myself this time. I sah gather
change, call her inside and to do the Fork
with her for the first time. Though, as it is
popularly saying that. the first day of
removing a virginity is indelible for the
woman, but as for the guy, it does not make
any difference. Today is the first day of
breaking my own virginity, no pain, no
wahala, no identification, even, there will be
no remembrance, Only the lack of clue on
how to handle woman on bed. But as the
sayin goes; an elder that is running inside a
wilderness, if something is not after him, he
must be after something. Today, I know my
manliness is not worthwhile, but I will totally
revenge my humilation. Might not be through
chyka no more, but through any available
kitty(ies) ever come my way. I carry this
thought over my heart for a very long time,
until the jinx is broken.
***chai, “then” it later becomes bomb***
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EATING THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT PART 1 .
Jide Babalola was having a bad day.What worried him was not the fact that he seemed to be having a progressively bad day every day for the past three months. He was concerned because he was beginning to get used to it. And that was not a good thing.The kitchen of the Babalola household was redolent with the smell of something fried and spicy, but the ambience was ruined by the emotions running riot in the fragrant space. A plate on the counter washeaped with an appetising load of golden toast and fried eggs, a cup of coffee steaming beside it. As mouth-watering as the food looked, it was the object of dispute that morning. Jide stood over the meal, arms crossed as he faced his wife, who sat on the other side of the counter, pretending to be busy.“Patricia.” He said softly. His wife ignored him, and concentrated on furiously tapping the keys of the laptop in front of her. Early on in their marriage, whenever hecalled her full name like that, she would give him her full attention, because it usually meant he was in a serious mood. “Patricia, can you at least respond when I call you?”She stopped typing and looked up at him over the edge of the laptop. Her eyes were smouldering with anger; if looks could kill, he would have been vaporized by her gaze.“Am I deaf or are you blind?” she retorted. “You’re standing no farther than three feet away from me in this small kitchen and you want a formal acknowledgment to show I can hear you?”Jide clenched his jaw. “Is it a crime to ask for simple courtesy?”She glared at him for a moment longer, then tapped a few buttons on her laptop and closed it gently. When she faced him, arms folded on top of the laptop, insinceresmile on her face, he sighed inwardly. Her attitude was about to get worse.“Yes, lord and Master.” Patricia jeered. “Your servant is listening, please speak.”Jide sighed, and then chose to ignore the sarcasm in her voice. “Like I said, I’m running late so I won’t be able to eat this morning. I understand why that would upset you.”Patricia laughed. There was no humour in the sound. “Oh no, i don’t think you understand at all. But you will. Very soon.”“And what does that mean? Is that a threat? I’m sick and tired of all this, woman. Every day it’s one quarrel or another.”“Yes it seems that way, doesn’t it?” Patricia cut in. “Let me see, yesterday you were angry because I didn’t make breakfast for you, right? I apologized and explained I had a work deadline to meet but you stalked out. Today I wake up early to fry you eggs and now you’re saying…”“That’s why I am apologizing!” Jide yelled.Patricia raised a brow and allowed his shout to fade off before she clapped her hands slowly. “By shouting, right? You have a funny way of apologizing o…”Fifteen minutes later, Jide’s Sienna pulled out angrily from his compound. Setheing at the memory of his conversation with hiswife, he ignored the greeting of his securityguard and sped out of the estate where they lived, almost brushing a yellow tricycle into a gutter. He ignored the driver’s yell, increasing his speed as he took out his annoyance on the road, leaning on his car horn and yelling curses at any driver that dared to be slow.He knew it was just transferred aggression, but he couldn’t help himself. Despite all the self- help books he had bought and counselling documents he hadread online, his marriage seemed to be growing more strained by the day. He and Patricia had only been married less than two years and although he had been advised the point they were in would be the most stressful, he couldn’t imagine things getting any worse than they alreadywere.When Jide Babalola pulled up at the commercial law chambers where he worked as a brand communication manager, he forced himself to calm down before he left his car. He looked at his wristwatch and frowned as he realized he had actually reached work too early. His conscience pricked him as he rememberedthe things he had said to his wife in anger because he thought he was late, but he knew when he returned from work, the argument would continue if he dared to bring it up. He sighed and flipped down the mirror above his head so he could adjust his tie before he took the elevator tothe floor where his office was. He knew he looked good; the confidence of his long-legged stride was somtheing he had used years to cultivate. It was part of his job to project that corporate look and the admiring looks he received as he made hisway to his office attested to the fact.But Jide knew looks weren’t the most important thing. Peace of mind was. He greeted his secretary and breezed into his office and his practised smile faded as he settled behind his desk and sighed. He sincerely wished he could turn back the hands of time to this morning. If he hadn’t misread the time, he might have been able to eat a little of the breakfast Patricia had made for him…He frowned as his office door opened, then whipped up his professional smile a she recognized the person who had barged into his office. It was his colleague,Anita Bankole. Her tight dress stopped justabove the knee, sheathing her curves, the red colour the exact same shade as the lipstick heavily coating her mouth. He winced internally as he wondered if there was anything subtle about Anita. She was the personification of in-your-face attitude and her habit of bulldozing her way into his office without knocking was annoying.Jide was careful to keep his expression pleasant, however. She was one step above him on the corporate ladder; it wouldn’t be wise to show his displeasure.“Jide, my dear!” she squealed, walking over to him, her high heeled shoes clicking on the polished floor as she came around the side of his office table. He started to stand up, but she waved him back into his seat.“Good morning, Anita… oooof!”His greeting was cut short as she sat on him without warning and pressed her lips against his.And that literally, was how the first source of temptation fell into Jide Babalola’s lap….. Jolayemi has been unemployed since 3 years that he finished service and he is already twenty-five years of age…. He was walking down the road when he saw a signboard with vacancy written on it….he smiled buh it was short lived when he saw the condition attached…. 15 years of experience,abeg how old am I,he said aloud before walking away having one destination in mind….third mainland bridge
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THE FIRST DAY I TOAST A GIRL PART 1 .
I wz drinking with my guy called ojoto,we re gisting abt so many things and we re laughing like mad people in the market square,soon one pretty damsel pass infront of us and i wz lost in her hot,beautiful and sexy body.i started moping at her like a morron.i wz tempted to talk to her but i dnt knw how to approach her in the first place. Ojoto notice my mood… OJOTO:hey igwe! Are u okay? ME:*i regain myself immediately* OJOTO:na dat babe wey pass us now,na im make u got lost abi na wat? ME:my guy i don dey fall for her but i no get the liver to talk to her oooo.s–t!my guy help me now.. OJOTO:wat do u want me to do? ME:code her for me. OJOTO:again! Guy i no fit do am.u don mature enough to toast babe naw..at dis ur age,u no sabi how to toast babe….shame on u! ME:u be my padi naw abeg,do am for me. OJOTO:wetin i go do na to call am for u but i wouldnt toast her for u oooo! ME:guy u want to disgrace me? U knw say i never try am for my life.as u say so,no problem,call am for me naw*ojoto left.my mind started beating like MTN transformer.i wz lost in thought abt wat to tell her.a kind of sweat dat wz guishing out of my body can be use to make tea…my blood is very hot in dat minute.all my body wz just vibrating*wat will i do if dis girl finally land here?hw will i convince her?hw wil i go abt it*my brain wz just shaking as if they are frying pop- corn on my head*gush! God plz help me ooooo…………….
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HOW I CHERISHED MY SISTER PART 1 . IF YOU WANT TO THREAD THE PATH OF REVENGE, YOU MUST DIG TWO GRAVES – Some wise guy or something, I’m not good with their names I just take their words to mind. A professional “do it all” consultant. From finding missing persons or object to high profile assassination; I’m the guy to call. Been in the business for a while, so on my worst days I’m am considered an experienced professional and on my best days I am a bleeding expert. My name is Kunle Smith and as I lie down here in a pool of my own blood waiting for death’s cold embrace, I cannot help but ask the question : HOW THE Bleep DID IT COME TO THIS. To answer my question I thought back to when it all started to go wrong… The very beginning : Apologies in advance for the gritty nature of what I am about to tell you. Some of us had it rough in the origin department… It’s a Cinderella story really, I was the unplanned fifth of five boys left to fend for myself after my mom died giving birth to number six, the only girl, Vera. The only good thing I had, brothers had all gone off and wound up dead or in jail where they wound up dead anyway and my father buries himself deep in liquor ever since my mum died, hardly gives us the time of day. “I’m hungry!” Vera would yell when she couldn’t hold it in anymore. My father would throw an empty bottle at her as he growled his usual response “be glad I give you a pilow to sleep and a roof over your head, you want something to eat, work it out for yourself.” crying she would beg to go out with me and I would take her. She was special, did all I could to protect her, but really she was the one always taking care of me. Because when she started to put on her lonely lost child act in the center of a town the attention of all the bleeding hearts in the town focuses on her and while they were busy trying to comfort her, I would slowly creep behind them, help myself to all the fancibles and valuables in their pockets and be gone before they realise it. We were happy until one faithful day…. We had a great run, plenty of loose wallets in heaping pile, we were planning on how to go about our spending. “Let’s get ice cream” Vera was saying, when they showed up. About six guys none of them was over twenty by the looks of them but they were all bigger than me. ‘good idea little Dam’ said one of them, “after that we can go to Freddie’s and get us each a girl for the night” added the one who struck me as the leader. With anger I stepped in front of them protectively standing over Vera and our money and said “stand back, our hard work, our money” the leader replied “but it’s on our turf so that makes it our money you are either going to hand it over or get bloodied, you and your pretty little Dam sister, your choice” he laughed. ” Stay away from us” I warned. He came forward eerily looming over, he bent low his face inches from mine and with a suffocating foul breath said “Who’s gonna make me” and all of a sudden they descended on me with punches, sticks, and wait was that a hammer? Oh OK it was a big fist, felt like a hammer though. It was hell I have never experienced such physical pain in my life before. With spared glance I saw Vera throwing rocks at them screaming “leave my brother alone” I wanted to scream, tell her to run but my voice wasn’t working. Then one of Them walked over to her and tried to grab her but she wouldn’t let him. She was squirming under his loose grip I was screaming “vera no, leave her alone!” forcefully Vera managed to break herself free from her attacker. she had used her legs to push as hard as she could against the guy, it’s resulting force propelled her forward right into the main road. And then I HEARD: PAAAAAAANM PAAAAAAANM, it was getting dark so no one really saw it coming, no one heard it blew it’s trumpet, not until it was too late. VERAAAAAA! I screamed with all my strength. It was a freaking horror show me on my knees unable to move, couldn’t stand, couldn’t run, Vera was screaming as the truck hit and then ran over her, I was helpless wishing for it all to stop but it didn’t, almost immediately after everything was quiet. Our attackers fled, the driver fled too he had been driving Without headlights that’s why I had not seen him in time. The truck had crushed her thoroughly scattering Vera’s body parts all over the road. With an overwhelming, an immeasurable and an unimaginable grief in my heart, a realisation came to me: this world is a cruel world, only the wicked thrive. And vera was an angel the world was not meant for her let her go back to heaven that’s were she belongs with angels like her. “goodbye Vera watch over me, they didn’t kill you but they are the reason you are dead and thats the same thing to me, watch as I bring down hell upon those that brought you this gruesome fate”…. I vowed. ……After that horrible incident, to become stronger, I joined gangs, pushed drugs, abused drugs, engage in Street fights, gang wars, pimped girls over the years, A bloody waste of time if you ask me. For none of it made me strong the way I wanted to be. It was when I got arrested and was sent to prison, that I found the kind of strength I was looking for. Warmed my way to the hearts of the inmates quickly enough. it was after I told my story and expressed my determination for revenge that one of the prison bosses took me in, thought me everything I need to know. Trained me in combat and gun battle, thought me the best revenge path to take. After serving four years of prison time I was released three years ahead of schedule for good conduct, I wasted no time in plotting my revenge course, using the connection Don piccolo (my prison boss) gave me, finding my first target wasn’t hard: The Driver. I traced him to his home town, where he was a mechanic. Immediately I saw him, eight years of anger welled up inside of me. I walked up to him and asked “do you know me”. He gave me a once over look and said “no can I help you with anything?” “you don’t remember me” I asked again. He stopped what he was doing and looked at me then asked “Who are you”. “Do you know vera?” I answered his question with mine. “No and I would like you to leave my property, I am not comfortable with you on it”, he replied as he looked up into my eyes and took a step back. Guessing he must have seen it, the murderous intent in my eyes. Before he could speak I asked him “do you remember the little girl you crushed to pieces eight years ago with that truck” pointing to the last truck at the roll of vehicles on the left. His eyes widened as he remembered, he raised his left hand that held a huge metal spanner and tried to hit me with it but I was quick, I stepped back thrusting forward I jabbed him on the jaw, he staggered back. seeing that he couldn’t fight me he ran back so fast inside his shop and locked the wooden gates, I could hear his footsteps retreating deeper inside. something shiny caught my eyes. The fool had left the key to the truck he was repairing on the ground I picked it up and climed in, then started it, and drove it straight through the gate, as the gate shattered he came into view, his back against the wall, his chest heaving so high I thought his heart was gonna bust out, his eyes as wide as they could go. With a tinge of satisfaction and a small smile on my lips because I liked the fear that resonated from him, it was the same fear that vera felt before dying, I drove the vehicle straight at him crushing him against the wall behind him, I came out of the truck, went out to pick surrounding flowers. Wasn’t really comfortable with it, I didn’t want to leave any trail for the police to track, but I believed it was the right thing to do. The Don had said that It’s meant to be like a sense of knowing for Vera that her killers hadn’t gone unpunished. plus by the time the police caught up, i would have been done with my vengeance mission, dissappeard and started a new life. Placing the flowers on the dead driver I muttered ‘for Vera’.

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BIRTHDAY S£X PART 1 (Completed) .
It was my 21st birthday and I was on my way to see my girlfriend in school. She stayed off campus in a 3 bedroom flat which she shared with two of her friends, Tolu and Tochi. Tolu was short, dark skinned, attractive, Tochi however was a bit taller and light skinned, but still reasonably attractive. My girl’s bestfriend however was Ife, who was in the same department as her and whose best feature (in my humble opinion) was her big br**sts. Apparently the four of them were taking me out for a meal and drinks that night. I arrived at their house and rang the doorbell, Tolu answered it, wearing a dressing-gown, obviously still in the process of getting ready to go out, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, wished me happy birthday and ushered me into the house. I asked where my girl was and she replied that she was in her bedroom, but didn’t want me to come in just yet, as she had a surprise for me. I went to sit down on the couch, but Tolu quickly stopped me, and pointed me towards a chair placed in the middle of the room, as apparently I had to be centre of attention in the middle of the room. I didn’t see the point in arguing so I took the chair. But as soon as I sat down, I felt my arms being pulled back behind the chair and heard a click and I could feel my hands were restrained. I looked behind me and saw that my hands had been handcuffed behind the chair. I turned my head back around to protest and saw Tochi and Ife were now standing next to Tolu, both also wearing dressing-gowns. “What do you think you’re playing at?” I said. “There’s been a slight change in plan” Tolu informed me. “We’ve decided not to take you out after all, Instead we’re all going to have a cosy night in.” “Why the handcuffs? And where is Moji?” I demanded. (Moji being my girlfriend) “Well, as we’re not going out we had to think of a way to treat you, as it’s still your birthday after all, and Moji kindly agreed to let us have some fun with you, but we didn’t want you running away, getting impatient or generally doing anything we don’t want you to, so we’ve had to handcuff you to the chair.” Tochi enlightened me. “And to stop your babe from interfering, unfortunately we’ve had to handcuff her to her bed, but don’t worry, she’s fine, and you’ll get to see her later. But for now, sit back, do as you’re told and most importantly enjoy yourself!” Ife Said. . With that the three girls undid the ties at the front of their dressing-gowns and to my amazement, one at a time, took them off. Tochi was the first to slip out of hers, revealing herself to be wearing just a pink bra and matching thong and then doing a little twirl to make sure I’d got a good view. Tolu took hers off next, to reveal a black push-up bra that gave her a nice cleavage and matching tie-side briefs, she also gave a little twirl to give me a good view. Finally Ife took her dressing-gown off, revealing a white bra that was struggling to contain her big br**sts and matching underwear that was revealed to be a G-string upon her completing a twirl. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Moji’s hot friends were in just their underwear in front of me, apparently ready to give me a good night, something I was more than willing to accept, even if it wasn’t being forced upon me via handcuffs, after all this was already turning out better than my wildest dreams! . click on the link below to continue reading www.naijanoisemakers.com/2016/09/27/birthday-sx-part-1/

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