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What a Day

By

Abiodun O

Chapter 1

It had become my Friday routine to meet up with Joy at a hotel on the mainland and have mind blowing sex. That alone kept me going all week long. Even when I have terrible days with frustrating clients, I would just remind myself that it won’t be long till Friday, and I would immediately feel great again.

I came from nothing to something, and even though I had money now, I still looked rugged. My father hustled all his life and died broke, and then I did every hustle you can think of in Lagos, before I got lucky at thirty to make it as a real estate agent on the Island. I guess the culmination of my dad’s struggles and mine was deep rooted in my DNA, and that was what gave me my ugly look. I had a drinking buddy that called me the black Shrek. I never took offence to it, because my confidence wasn’t dependent on my looks.

I would have said Joy agreed to be my fucck buddie because I had money, but that wouldn’t be totally true, because she had money too. In fact, I met her when she was looking for land to expand her primary school. At just 28, she was a millionaire with multiple streams of income. Even though I handled the drinks and refreshments whenever hooked up, she always paid for the hotel room. She would get there first, get the room, and then send me the room number. 204 was the number today, and as I drove into the hotel car park, I started repeating the number over and over.

I usually park at the rare end of the hotel and enter through the back entrance, which passed through the kitchen. When I stepped out of my Mercedes, I noticed another Benz parked a few meters away. There was a spot for another car between us, and the couple got a good view of my car. They were in a C Class, while mine was an S Class.

“His Benz is bigger.” I overhead the girl say. The guy went on to say he bet he had a bigger dick than me though, and the girl laughed.
I smiled and adjusted collar of my black polo top as I walked towards hotel entrance. I wondered why most people have the belief that muscular guys have small dicks. I didn’t know if it was true for the majority, but I all I knew was I was built like a horse and I also had a horse dick.

The elevator doors swung open just as I was getting to it, and a lady from the kitchen stepped out. She was dressed in chef clothing, complete with the white hat. I greeted her with a head nod and jumped into the elevator before the doors closed shut.

204. 204. I started reciting the room number again in the quiet elevator. It wasn’t like I couldn’t look at the text on my phone to get the room number, but I had picked up a habit of always memorizing everything. The brain muscles also get stronger through exercise, and it was a new goal of mine to make my brain as strong as possible.

The elevator doors opened up on the hotel’s second floor; in front of me was a corridor containing about a dozen rooms. I walked into the deserted corridor loving the silence; that was one thing I loved about hotels.

The room was the third on the right, with 204 at the top of the wooden door. I knocked twice and waited. I could hear the silent buzzing sound of the AC, and the voice of a white man saying something about Ghazi strip. And then the room got quiet; she had turned down the volume of the TV.

“Yemi?” She called out my name and I answered with a Yes. I heard the mechanical sound of the door lock system, and then the door creaked open. Standing in front of me was my dark skinned, curvy and petite joy, completely naked.

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Chapter 2

I was naked, sitting on the couch in the hotel room and Joy was riding me, reverse cowgirl style. She let out silent moans as she bounced on my dick, and her hair was all over the place. It was cool watching her boobs bounce up and down in the wall mirror in front of us. Petite girls with big breasts had always been my thing, and Joy was the perfect prototype of that. The more I watched those c cups go up and down on her chest, the more aroused I got.

Joy rested on me for a few seconds when she got tired, and she slowly got off me. My dick was wet and slimy, and rock hard. This was our second sex session of the night, and we had been fucking for about an hour long in different positions, but it usually took me long to cum the second time around. She got on her knees and started giving me a hand job. I leaned back on the couch, picked up my glass cup from the side of the couch and took a sip of orange juice and whisky mixture I had been sipping all night.

I let out a low moan when I felt her wet lips on my dick. She sucked my dick for a few seconds, and then started licking it like it was an ice cream cone. After doing that for a few minutes, she got up to pack her hair properly to the back, and then got on me. Facing me now, she inserted my dick in her pussy and with her eyes closed she gently took the entire length of dick in before she started riding me. It felt good having her soft breasts rubbing against my chest. The feeling got elevated even more when we started kissing as she continued to slowly ride my dick. Even though we were not dating, I didn’t have any other girl in my life, and passionate kisses with Joy put me on another level of ecstasy that sex alone didn’t.

I started getting a tingle feeling in my dick which meant I was getting closer to busting my load. “I’m about to cum,” I whispered in her ear, and she rode me for a few more seconds before getting off me. Even though we usually Bleep without condom, I never came inside of her. That was our rule. She got on her knees and started giving me a really fast hand job, with my dick just below her breasts. I closed my eyes and felt the build up inside of me. The lava was about to erupt.

I let out a loud moan as the first splurge of semen shot out my dick; she blinked and moved back a bit as she hadn’t expected it to come out with such ferocity. Three more shots like that from my dick, before semen started to just drip out on her boobs, and my dick slowly deflated. Joy licked cum off my dick cap, and it made my dick pulsate. She looked up at me with a smile and then laughed a little before getting up, and turning around. Her cute little butt jiggled as she walked off to the bathroom.

Chapter 3

As always, we would Bleep a few times at night, eat, and then fall asleep to a movie. But what I always looked out for was the morning after sex. It always feels great having sex early in the morning, after a good night rest. This time was no different. It was 4:30 am, Saturday morning, and I was fucking Joy in the lizard position; hearing her moan was music to my ears.

We ended things off in the spooning position, which is one of my favorite positions. I love the side to side feel to it; my chest to her back, my pelvis slamming on her soft potable ass, while my hand held on to her voluptuous boobs. “Yemi. Oooh! Yemi. Oooh! Ooooh!” She called out my name between moans as I upped the tempo of the fucking because I was approaching orgasm. For a second, I got temped to throw caution to the wind and bust inside her, but the thought of how complicated things might get if I cum inside her made me change my mind. I pulled out quickly, and she rolled over on her back, realizing I was about to cum. I got on top of her, in the kneeling position, with my knees on both sides of her on the bed, while I jacked off fast till I let out a muffled moan and offloaded my cum on her boobs. It was the third round of the night, and the semen wasn’t that much.

When I had let every last drop drip on her chest, I lay back on the bed, and she grabbed the box of serviette by the bedside stool. “What are you doing later today?” She asked as she wiped off cum from her chest.
“Hmm…I’m going over to my new site in Epe.”
“Oh. Yours or something you’re trying to sell?”
“Mine.”
“That’s nice.”
“Yea, I’m trying to build…”
“One second.” She said and headed to the bathroom to dispose the serviette. “So…you want to build like a four flat building on it?” She said when she returned.
“Nah, I’m building a forty room hostel on it; there is a university satellite campus close to the land.”
“That’s nice; Great investment.” She said as she got back in bed and started rubbing my chest.
“What about you? What are your plans for today?”
“I have a wedding to attend.”
“Oh!”
“Yea, you know how I hate attending weddings.” She said and I laughed lightly. “So, I was wondering if we could meet up for drinks later today; maybe around 7pm…or 8.”
“Umm…I should be done by then. That would be cool.”
“Okay. Cool.” She said jumped off the bed. “I need a quick shower before I head out.”

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Joy left the hotel after her shower, but I stayed back to watch a little TV and checked out at 5:30 am. There was nothing I was going to do at home, so I decided to drive straight to my site in Epe. It was about an hour journey from where I was at this time, but if I decided to wait till Lagos traffic kicks in, it might take me three hours to get there. So, I thought it was a great idea.

I had just driven past Victoria Garden City gate on Lekki express way when I saw a police check point up ahead. “Not now.” I said under my breath. It wasn’t like I didn’t have all my car papers complete, but Nigerian police hate seeing young guys in flashy cars. “Bleep!” I cursed when they waved me down.

I slowed down the car, and parked on the side of the road a few meters away from them. It was still a bit dark, and I turned on the inner light of my car as I waited for the approaching police men. I felt it was weird that the three of them were walking towards my car at the same time, hurriedly at that.

“Come down.” One of them said to me. He was by my side of the car, while the other two were on the other side of the car.
“Make he stay inside car first.” One of the police on the other side of the car said to his colleague. I wondered what was going on; police weren’t usually this aggressive.

“Comot your shirt.” The one by my side said and I realized I was actually being robbed. “I go shoot now.” He said and hit me on the head with the butt of the gun in his hand when I didn’t budge. I quickly complied with him, and pulled off my polo shirt. “Move! Move!” He said and made me move to the passenger’s side of the car as he got into the car. “Oya, commot.”

Slowly, with fear for my life, I opened the door and got out of the car. One of the guy’s had already gotten into the back seat, and the last one was waiting for me to get out of the way so he could get into the front passenger seat of the Benz. With my hands still in the air, I gave the guy a head butt and tackled him to the ground. His rifle had fallen to the side of the road in the scuffle and I gave him two punches to the face before getting off him and trying to reach for the gun. But the guy at the back seat was now out of car. I heard him cocking his gun, and when I spun around, the barrel of a stainless steel pistol was right in my face. Click! Click! He pulled the trigger, but the gun jammed. I charged at him, pushed him out of the way and ran off in the opposite direction.

“Enter make we dey go.” The guy by at the wheel shouted out. I kept running, not looking back for a second. Seconds later, I heard the car zoom off.

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Chapter 4

I could have gotten myself killed fighting those robbers, but I had acted purely on instincts, without a second to think. In life, you never know how you are going to react in certain situations till you are in that situation. I saw an opportunity and I took it; who knows if they would have shot me in the chest after getting the car if I didn’t fight. I would never know.

It was 7am now, bright, and people started looking at me strangely as I walked around in jeans and a white singlet that had been muddied up from my scuffle with one of the robbers. I had gotten off the express way now, and was walking aimlessly down a road off the express. The adrenaline spike from the fight still had my heart beating fast, and I was trying to walk it off before making my next move.

My Mercedes had a tracker attached to it, so it would be quiet easy to locate. All I had to do was contact the tracking company I had used. But the issue was that my phone was in the armrest storage. I had always been scared of the damage that prolonged exposure to phone rays would do to the male reproductive organ, and so I always kept my phone either in the glove compartment or armrest storage whenever I was in the car.

The stares from people was now becoming too much and I needed to think of something to do fast. I still had my wallet with me, in my back pocket, and I had Joy’s company card in it. I could call her to pick me up. But I needed a phone. I wondered who would be willing to give me their phone to use looking like this.

I was by a house now that had a guard house by the gate. The guard was playing Indian music. I decided to take a chance with him, and see if he has a phone I could use. “Good morning,” I said after knocking on the glass window of the guard’s house. A head popped up into view. “Sorry o. Please, I fit use your phone?” I said to the young dark skinned man. He had tribal marks like cat whiskers on the sides of his mouth. He said some things in Hausa and disappeared. I was about to move along when the gate opened. “Please, I fit use your phone?” I said, making hand gestures of a phone as I spoke. He spoke in Hausa again, and held the gate open for me. I could sense from the body language he wanted me to come into the house.

When I stepped into the compound, he locked the gate behind us, and then started walking towards the main building. I was wondering why he didn’t go into his guard house to get me his phone, but when he looked back at me, wondering why I was still standing there, I walked up to catch up with him.

He couldn’t be more than 21. I suspected he was a new recruit from the North, and the main guard was somewhere around the house. The house was massive; I could have never known how big it was from outside. There was a garden on both side of the driveway; the gardens looked like they hadn’t been tended to in months, and the main building had fading paint. I couldn’t tell if the original color of the house was white or badge. There were about half a dozen cars in front of the main building, but most were old cars; old 90s Benzes, and Peugeots. The fanciest car I saw in the fleet was a black Toyota Corolla.

I was wondering what kind of guard would allow a stranger walk into the house, and even lead him to the main house without knowing him. I could be an assassin, and this guy was leading me straight to his boss. But then, I stopped to think of how I was dressed; he might have thought I was a beggar or something. Or maybe he thought I was a mechanic. I guess that made more logical sense.

We went to the back of the house, and I could hear some female voices laughing and talking. The kitchen door was open, and he walked up to knock on it. It was a very clean, with shiny wooden cabinet, and beautiful brown wall tiles. A female popped into sight and was shocked when she saw me. She was a real beauty; a brown skin beauty. She had on a satin sky blue nightgown, and I could see the outline of her perky breasts underneath the gown. It was almost like I was staring at her naked breasts. She folded her arms when she caught me staring.

The guard spoke to her in Hausa, and she replied him, before turning to me with a stern look on her face. When she spoke to me in Hausa and I didn’t respond, she switched to English. “You speak English?” I nodded. I could have told her straight away what I was there for, but I was mesmerized by her beauty and sex appeal. Her lips were full and so sensual. “You’re early o.” She said before turning around and walking back into the house. She came back into view after a few seconds, dragging a big, red Ghana must go bag and laughing at herself as she said something in Hausa. The guard stepped into the kitchen, and collected the bag from her. He dropped it in front of me, and I was wondering if they wanted to give me some old clothes. And then the girl dropped a black nylon bag by the side of the Ghana must go, and I saw a big sized Ariel detergent soap in there.

Go down boss

Wash man... U better speak up

They mistook you for a laundry man

Ah! Aye o, they mistook him for alagbafo.

I think the guy should suffer more, can't imagine his dirty mind almost ruined him again even with all the mishap he can still be processing naughtiness. And the gatekeeper shouldn't have let him in if he was privileged to hear... ''He had tribal marks like cat whiskers on the sides of his mouth.''

come and complete this story Nah. ahnn ahn. Since morning come and complete this story Nah. ahnn ahn. Since morning

Chapter 5

For some weird reason, I decided to play along and not let my intentions known. I guess I had watched too many porn videos and was hoping I would somehow end up banging the lady. Besides, I once was a laundryman back in the day when I was still hustling, and the whole scenario seemed just so familiar to me.

I didn’t know how long before the real laundry man would show up, but I had a feeling my new friend, Musa won’t let him in. I wonder why a big house like this wouldn’t have a washing machine. I concluded it probably broke down recently, which would explain why they didn’t know how the laundry man would look like. It was probably the first time they were using a laundry man.

My car was stolen earlier that morning, but it almost seemed like a forgotten past. I was taking the whole thing for granted. I guess I was in denial. Sometimes when a bad thing happens to me that is too big for my brain to process, I just decided to pay it little attention. Plus, the car tracking company would track it down anyway, so why worry.

I started washing the colored clothes first, letting the whites soak in Ariel. The clothes were rarely dirty, and I breezed through them in no time. I was by a corner of the house, shaded by a coconut tree. I could hear the lady talking and laughing with her friend upstairs. They would switch to Hausa sometimes, but their discussion was mostly in English. From there conversation, I got to know there were banker marketers. I would say they were in their early 30s.

Every now and then, the lady would come to the window to look down at me. I couldn’t tell if she was checking me out because I was just in shorts and my muscles were in full display. Or maybe she was just trying to tell how far I had gone with the laundry. I guess they probably had an event to attend, and she couldn’t leave me alone in the house. They had a dog that barked every time I turned on the tap, even though the cage was quite far from where I was. From what I had seen so far, I would say the house belonged to an old time government official, and the lady was probably his last born. I didn’t want to believe she was his young wife.

When I was spreading the clothes, she walked her friend out. They spoke in Hausa as they walked past me, and laughed when they were a few feet away. I couldn’t tell what exactly they had said between themselves, but I could tell it was something naughty from the laugh.
When the lady returned, she walked up to me to tell me I would have to iron a few of her dad’s clothes inside. I said “okay” and kept spreading the clothes. That was the first time she would hear me speak, and she looked at me a little while longer than normal before turning around, and heading back into the house. She had on a brown flower patterned Ankara gown, and I couldn’t help but stare at her back as she walked away. For a slender lady, she had a big ass.

When all the clothes were spread out on the lines, I did the unthinkable. I filled up a bucket with water, got a scooping bowl, stripped naked, and started having my bath there, under the mango tree. She was alone in her room now, and I suspected she would steal a few glances at me. I was right. Even though I had water running down my eyes, and couldn’t really see, I could sense she was looking. There had been movement in the room before I started bathing, and now I couldn’t hear anything; like she was by the window, silently looking down at me.

I made sure to stand at an angle where the front part of my body could be seen clearly from the room. I also made sure to move around every now and then, so that my big dick dangled here and there between my legs. When I was done, I wore my boxer shorts, jeans, and headed for the kitchen entrance bare chest. I had already washed my singlet, and spread it on the line to dry.

I knocked twice on the kitchen door and waited. I was about to knock again when I heard footsteps. A few seconds later, I saw her approaching. She opened the net door and let me in. I caught a whiff of her scent as I walked past her, and it turned me on. I love when girls smell so good. I waited for her to shut the door and lead the way.

“I hope you can get through the clothes before Nepa takes light.” She said and I nodded. “Our big generator is faulty and the small one can’t carry the iron.” She added as we walked through the kitchen to a little space between the kitchen and massive living room. The white paint on the living room walls was in pristine condition and you could tell kids didn’t live in the house. “So those are the clothes.” She pointed at a small basket of clothes by the foot of the ironing board. They couldn’t be more than six pieces of long sleeve shirts, and I knew I would be done with them in less than an hour. “He said you should use this.” She said, picking up the spray starch from the basket. I nodded and she dropped it back in the basket before walking off into the living room.

I went to work immediately. I didn’t know how this whole thing was going to end, but at least I was inside the house now. It was more likely than ever that something would happen. And even if nothing happened, this whole experience would still make for a great story some day, I thought to myself.

She was sitting on a long black sofa, backing me, changing channels every minute. I could tell she was restless. After about ten minutes, she switched off the TV and walked over to where I was. “Do you want water?” She asked as she approached me. I wasn’t sure if she meant water to sprinkle on the clothes of for drinking. It seemed she read my mind because she proceeded to say, “I mean drinking water.”
I shook my head and said, “No, thank you.”
“Are you sure? You have been working all morning. Let me get you cold water.” She said and walked past me to the kitchen.
She said something I didn’t hear, and I said, “Ma.”
“Ma? I’m not Ma o. I’m a young girl o.” She said as she reappeared from the kitchen. She dropped the cold bottle water on the floor close to me. “So…are you going to Mr. Yakubu’s house after you leave here?” She asked as she pulled up a foldable chair by the wall and sat facing me.
“Yes. Yes.” I said with a little stutter.
“I asked because he told me you would come after you finish at their place; that’s why I was surprised when I saw you early.”
“Yes. I decided to come here first before going there.”
“Okay.” There was silence for a few seconds before she went on to say. “My dad prefers his clothes being hand-washed, but our last laundryman stole some things from our house.”
“Wow! That’s bad.”
“Yes. And he had been working with us for many years." She sighed before continuing with, "Mr. Yakubu said we can trust you.”
“Yes. Yes you can.” I answered. At this point, I wondered what the Bleep I was saying or still doing in the house.
She looked at me for a while before saying, “Tell me about yourself.”

Ride on boss

Op! This is just between you and I, talk true o, you sure say this Yemi no be you? I still can't fathom why he should still be there when he was suppose to be on his project site.

Nice update... keep it up, we will be expecting you tomorrow.

I just hope this does not turn out the wrong way.

What's up guys. No power/light in my area since last week Thursday. I had to buy fuel for my generator to post yesterday's chapter.

Sorry there won't be an update today, but I will buy fuel again tomorrow and post in the afternoon.

Thanks for your time. I appreciate you all.

Aha
Neap no go get peace o till they give u light o

Boss I hail o

Phcn no do as I tell them

I hail o

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I hail o

You're in the spirit. How did you know I was about to post.

Chapter 6

Answering her question wasn’t hard. I just told her my true story. I told her how I struggled to sponsor myself in school when my dad passed away. I told her how I had to take on odd jobs like being a night guard, a laborer at building sites, and even a bus conductor in another state. I told her how I looked for a job with my certificate for five years after completing school, and had to finally resort to being a laundryman in highbrow areas of Lagos. All this was true. But I stopped there. I didn’t tell her how I delved into real estate after witnessing one of the men I washed for close a deal, and make a cool million from it.

I didn’t think it was wise to tell her exactly how I wound up in her house now. If I did, I knew she might flip out and think I was some sort of serial killer or rapist. So, I stayed in character. My story, the part I did tell her, made her warm up to me, and I guess it made her feel more comfortable around me. I got to know her name was Zainab. She told me she knew that there was something more to me than just being a laundryman immediately she saw me. She started asking me personal questions like how many siblings I had, if my mom was still alive, and where I’m from. Then she asked me if I work out. That threw me off a bit, but I could have never guessed what she did next.

When I answered with “yes, I do work out,” she got off chair and slowly walked towards me. I kept ironing, but slowed down my speed as I waited for what she was going to do. Without saying a word, she grabbed my upper man, and started rubbing it. I guess she was fascinated by my biceps. She went on to grab one of my packs and smiled at me. I had stopped ironing now. I knew exactly what she wanted, but I was in her house, and didn’t want to make any moves just yet to avoid stories that touch.

She went behind me and slipped her hands underneath my arms to get to my chest, and grabbed my packs with her two hands. She let out a low moan, and I could tell it had been a while since she was with a man. Her hands traveled from my chest, down to my lower abs, and slowly underneath my jeans. When she grabbed my dick with both hands, she let out another moan. “Please fucck me.” She said in my ear as she stroked my dick. I let her work on my dick for a few seconds before turning around to face her. She avoided making eye contact with me by bowing her head. “Fucck me,” She repeated again as she started unbuckling my belt.

I knew she was curious to see my dick up close since I planted the image in her head earlier, so I let her have her way. She dug her hand underneath my boxer shorts after my jeans came loose, and pulled out my dick. It was still on the rise, not fully erect, but even at that, the size overwhelmed her. I could see it in her eyes as she finally looked up at me. “Bleep me, please.” She said in a low and sexy voice.
I slipped my hand behind her and slowly unzipped her Ankara gown. She let it fall to the ground and then stepped out of it. She was in white underwear, her boobs busting out of her bra; her breasts were definitely bigger than I had imagined they would be. Her hands went to her back, and she unfastened her bra. She threw it on the ironing board and then proceeded to get out of her panties. She had flat tummy to go with her great figure eight.

I held her by the waist and carried her to the dining table. She sat for a second, and then went on to lay her back on the table. “Fucck me,” She said again as she closed her eyes and squeezed her big boobs. My dick was already doing the lizard nod, pulsating and ready to go in. I had become so used to fucking Joy raw and was about to go in, but I resisted the urge.

I remembered I had a condom in my wallet and reached into the back pocket of my jeans quickly to get it, not wanting her to change her mind.

After putting on the condom, I proceeded to finger her. She was all wet already. No time to waste because I didn’t know long we had, so I inserted my dick into her pussy straight away. “Ooh! You’re so big. Fucck me!” She said out loud and I was uncomfortable for a minute, wondering if someone could hear us. But when she repeated “fucck me” again, I just went ahead to and started fucking her fast. “Oh shit! Aaaah! Oooh!” She kept making all sorts of noises as I bleeped her. She had both hands holding the sides of the table and it was great watching her big boobs bounce here and there as I rammed her.

I bleeped her in that position for about five minutes till she said, “I want you to Bleep me from behind.” I stopped, pulled out of her and she got off the table. She smiled at me before getting in position. Now, she was bent over, with her back to me, holding the table. I found my way inside her from behind, and started gently fucking her, while holding her waist. “Spank my ass!” She said and I did, but she said, “Spank it harder.” I spanked it hard, and she said, “Harder!” I went on to spank her harder and harder, continuously. She started making loud crazy noises now, saying a whole lot of gibberish.

I was fucking her hard from the back, watching her soft, round ass bounce back every time I rammed her. It was too good to be true.
As I was approaching orgasm, I heard a sound behind me. When I turned around to see what it was, a plank connected with my face and I blacked out.

what. who da fvck did DAT??

Iron sharpnet iron sir
Na since I don commot hairdress for u

Biodun1929:


You're in the spirit. How did you know I was about to post.

daholiest:
Iron sharpnet iron sir
Na since I don commot hairdress for u