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I  CAN TRAVEL FROM LAGOS TO SOKOTO FOR A D!CK…(18+)…Part 1
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Gbenro, Tall, broad-shouldered with a chocolate complexion was the luckiest man brought in by company as the new Boss to take over our branch since the former retired the previous month. Gbenro was married with 2 kids. I was his Personal Assistant and my name is Anita.
I have been with the boss going on six and a half months now and I could tell that he’s got a thing for the ladies. He certainly enjoys flirting with them and sometimes I’ve noticed how often he tends to keep late hours during lunch break. It wasn’t until our first two months of working together that I finally realized what he was up to during his lunch hour period, of the women I’d see him with in his car when he drove off and neither of them bore any resemblance to his wife.
And I also got to find out about the late hours he often kept at work. Once when I stayed over late, I placed my ear to his locked door and thought I could hear what sounded like grunts and moans coming from inside, much like someone was getting herself well banged. I tried to wonder who it could be, but then I recalled the young lady who’d arrive sometime after lunch to see him, realising the lady hadn’t left all that time. In my mind’s eye I pictured him hammering her from behind, and even then as I felt a hand over my panties I realised that I was growing wet with excitement. I returned to my desk when I heard both of them about to leave and pretended to be doing some filing in my computer. The following morning, my boss summoned me into his office.

Gbenro: “Please take a seat,” he said.
I did as was told, seating with my hands pressed between my legs while his gaze appraised my brown skin like searchlights. Somehow I could tell what he wanted to see me about, but was totally unprepared for his approach.
Gbenro: “Anita, I’m not going to beat about the bush with you — you’re a very attractive woman, and I can’t help feeding my eyes over you.”
My mouth fell open with surprise. I, too, over the past months couldn’t help but sense some form of attraction towards him too. In my sleep I often fantasized about him making love to me, ripping off my clothes and banging me over his desk with his big JT till I begged for mercy. That I’d listened in on him banging that lady in his office had justifiably added more fuel to the fire of my burning desire for him. my boss could never been a one-woman’s man; I’m still surprised that he’s even married and wonder if his wife even knows about this other side of him.
My brain searched for a reply.

Me: “Thanks for compliment, sir.”
Gbenro: “I’m expecting a lady over within the next half hour. Her name is Kemi. She’ll be coming over for a job interview, and I’d like you to accord as you usually do, can you. Think you can handle that?”
Me: “Yes sir.”
Gbenro: “Good. Now, on to other matters.” He rose from his chair. “You did listen in on my door yesterday evening, didn’t you?”
I couldn’t help but turn into a school girl and blush.
Me: “I’m … I’m very sorry, sir. Really, I didn’t mean –”
Gbenro: “It’s not about whether you meant to or not, Anita.” He came from his side of the desk and stood beside me. “As I said, you are a very attractive woman. And I hope you won’t find me too brash if I say that my eyes have been on you for quite some time now.”
I looked up at him. “No sir, I wouldn’t say you’re brash. I’d even like to ask whatever took you so long in admitting it to me.”
The cat was now out of the bag.
I found my hand reach over to the crotch of his pants, feeling for what was inside. He drew himself closer to me and told me to go ahead and unzip him. I did so and reached inside to pull out his JT. It wasn’t even erect and yet the sight of it just got me so instantly wet I could barely control myself from wanting it. He told me to go over and lock the door, which I did. By the time I returned to my chair, I’d unbuttoned my blouse and was rubbing my tits from behind my bra.
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THE MISTAKE OF MY LIFE…(18+)…Part 1
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22nd June 1989

6:30am

I woke up from sleep with a very terrible headache, while hunger and fear occupied the rest of my body.
Nnamdi who was lying by my side instantly coughed, startling me. I rubbed my eyes, got up from bed and smiled at little Winnie who was sleeping peaceful on her cot.
That fateful day was my 19th birthday, but instead of being the happiest day of my life, it brought great suspence, fear and sorrow with it. It was equally the last day Nnamdi, my boyfriend and little Winnie’s father gave me to pack out from his room.
Our relationship suddenly turned sour when i got pregnant for him. He never wanted me to keep the baby, but i refused to terminate it leaving him with no choice than to accept responsibility, when my parents threw me out of their house.
I was in SS3 when it happened, while he was just a struggling brick layer and a motor mechanic apprentice. We both were from poor backgrounds which truly worsened everything.
I was then left at his mercy, and out of frustration he never allowed a moment to pass without reminding me of the hardship i was causing him and how unlucky i was. Those were the moments i felt like killing myself.
I admit i made a terribly mistake by having unprotected se.x and getting pregnant for him, but harming my innocent baby was what i really couldn’t do.

I managed and struggled with determination until i gave birth to my little girl on 21st december 1988. Nnamdi on his part grudgingly supported me by providing the little he had which he never did without complaining, but the love and joy my little girl brought into my life sustained and gave me hope.
As soon as little Winnie was born, he gave me six months to leave his house. At first i thought it was one of his numerous careless comments, but as June slowly drew near, he began singing it almost everyday in my ears. Leaving me confused, demoralized and unhappy.
It really wasn’t as if he was spending much on us. I only ate twice daily while little Winnie survived on my br.east milk and few ‘Tins’ of baby milk concerned neighbours especially our land-lady do give us.
The previous day {21st June}, he almost strangled me simply because i begged him to allow us stay few more months with him. I had no money on me, nor family to seek because to them i was good as dead. Not even when i took little Winnie to them months after she was born did their mind change.
I murmured some prayers as i awaited my fate, wondering where to go, when he eventually wakes up and throws us out.

THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
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