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I was surprised. ‘What happened?’

‘Don’t mind them. What started as a little argument over the best football club in Europe soon degenerated into exchange of fisticuffs. Anyway, that one is settled now.’ 

I sighed. Some men could be so funny. Imagine leaving your home and coming to a bar in a hotel, only to start a fight over the best football club in Europe. Nonsense!



Two days after my first encounter with De Gov’nor, he called my line.

‘Hello. Am I on to Queen?’

I had already stored his number on my phone, so I knew who was calling.

‘Hello. Good morning, Mr. Renoya.’


‘Good morning, dear Queen. How do you do?’

‘I’m fine, De Gov’nor. How ‘bout you?’

‘Fine. Can you meet me at that suite later tonight? Say by eight in the night? Come prepared as you’ll be sleeping overnight.’

‘That will be no problem, De Gov’nor. I’ll be there.’

‘That’s good of you. I’ll be expecting.’

He disconnected the line. Some minutes later, I told Barbara about his call.

‘Wow, you are moving up, big time now, Queen baby. Yes, make the best of it.’

I remained at work till six p.m. since I would soon be going out, it meant Barbara would have to be around till late in the night. We discussed
how to go about it. 


‘I’ll sleep in the office,’ she said. ‘If I should go to your apartment, seeing me coming there without you will cause suspicion, so I’ll sleep in the
office here.’

My mind went to Madam Rose. If she got to know that I did not sleep in the house, she would be curious to know where I slept. Hey, my mind
said, I was an adult, for God’s sake. If she asked, or anybody asked, the simple answer would be that I slept in my boyfriend’s house. Was I not
old enough to have one?

Then I thought of Barbara, too. I would have to give her some money to compensate her for the trouble. She had been a good friend all along.
As a matter of fact, I hardly saw her as my boss. 

I got to the three-star hotel at Ikoyi at few minutes to eight and went straight to the reception where I asked after De Gov’nor.

The reception confirmed if he was expecting a visitor by the name Queen. The answer was in the affirmative. I went to his suite and rapped softly at his door. His face broke into a smile when he saw me.

‘Oh, Queen, come in. I was just wondering if you would not be able to make it.’

‘If I would not come, I would tell you so,’ I pointed out.

He nodded in affirmation and allowed me inside. He soon ordered for dinner. This time, he too took fried rice and chicken. As usual, the meal
was sumptuous. 

‘Tell me, you must be a graduate, right?  What did you study?’ he asked as we ate.

‘Food Technology,’ I replied simply.

He paused briefly. ‘Really?’

I nodded in affirmation. ‘Yes.’ I chuckled. ‘But I end up as Assistant Customer Relation Manager in a hotel.’

He grinned. ‘Are you satisfied with your job?’

What a question! If I was satisfied, would I be coming to see and ‘service’ him?  

‘Let’s just say it’s good enough to provide some basic things, and that’s not totally bad.’

We ate on. The impeccable was not as good as the last one I ate there, but still good enough for me to eat to my satisfaction.

‘How much do you earn there?’ he asked.
I sighed. Wait, had I come for an interview or what?

I told hm. I told him the truth.

‘That’s not much,’ he said. ‘See, Queen, I like you. I mean you strike me as a very intelligent lady. I want to make a proposal to you. I want you to
work for me.’

I stopped my food to stare at him for some seconds. ‘Work for you?’ I asked incredulously.

‘Yes.’

‘As what?’

He took a bit of the chicken before he answered. ‘As my Personal Assistant.’

I chuckled again. ‘I did not study humanities or secretarial studies,’ I pointed out.

‘It doesn’t matter. All you need is training on the job. With your intelligence, I know you’ll excel.’

I could not help but grin. But where did this his confidence in me come from? We knew each other just some days ago, yet he was ready to
vouch for my intelligence. Gosh!



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'Lolly... Lolly...' It was a male's voice... I didn't know who he was and I didn't know what he wanted. Either way, things probably weren't going to turn out well for me if I let him catch me. I felt a little sweat beading in my hairline as my thick, wavy mane streamed behind me.

'Lolly... Lolly...' He was gaining on me. With every step, every breath, every heartbeat. I almost sobbed as I ran down the long, echoey corridors of
the abandoned warehouse, leaping over piles of debris and hoping to god I didn't trip.

I had been snooping around, exploring the old welding factory after I'd heard some rumors about a strange human supposedly seen coming
and going from this place.

I had been inside the decaying building for about ten minutes when I heard a horrendous cacophony; someone broke down the door I had
blocked and began calling my name in the silky, disgustingly fake sympathetic voice.

'Lolly!' The proximity of the voice brought me out of my thoughts.

He was only a few paces behind me!!

The corridor was coming to a dead end. I thought all hope was lost, but I saw one last open door on the left. It could be my only salvation... A
chance to turn around or find something I could use as a weapon to fight back.

I reached out to grab the door handle, both as an anchor to redirect my momentum and as a way to slam the door shut in the face of my
predator.

I felt an arm wind around my throat, jerking me off my feet from the sudden stop and choking me in the suffocating grip. I thought it was a police officer or something like that, until I felt cold, inhuman breath on the side of my neck.

'At last...'

The man shoved me into the room, my feet tangling into various cords and wires littering the floor, he wrenched the door handle shut behind
him. The room was lit by an old, dim, flickering lightbulb suspended by a thin wire.

The room appeared to be an old workshop. Shelves lined the upper parts of the walls with damaged and rough counters underneath. Tools of all sorts littered the place along with rusty generators decaying by some of the outdated power tools.

In the middle of the room stood a solid work table the size of a king-sized mattress, metal shavings scattered into the old creases of the over-
worked wooden surface. Lengths of heavy duty, rusty chains draped tiredly over the upper half, almost waiting for someone to finish a project
they started.

I turned to look at my captor after regaining some of my balance, but my right arm was yanked behind my back, forcing me in the opposite direction of the door.


I was roughly thrown over the table, the man gripping me roughly and bending me so my face was mashed into the metal shavings and
splinters of the work table, making my eyes water with the sting. I blinked a few tears away. In a shaky voice, I asked.

'What... do you want... with me?' The man pressed himself against me, leaning over me and completely covering my smaller frame with his.

The man brushed the hair off the back of my neck and nuzzled my flesh before replying in that Sunnye, horrifying purr:

'You poked around in the wrong places... And then I smelled you. Your scent was the sweetest I've ever smelled and it drove me...' He pulled his
mouth close to my ear and spoke the last word in a breathy, smooth voice, '... crazy.'

'...M-my smell...?' My voice cracked on the word 'smell,' much to my dismay. My captor chuckled evilly, obviously enjoying my ignorance.

'Yes, darling. Your smell.' What the Bleep was he going to do... Eat me...?I struggled wildly, my pinned arm loosing circulation in the vice grip and
my other stuck between my torso and the table top.

The man laughed heartily, yanking me up from the table and pressing my body against him. He captured both wrists in one hand in a crushing
grip, forcing them behind my back. his other arm snaked over my chest, his rough hand gripping me just under my jaw. his lips were almost
touching my ear, cold radiating from them and raising goosebumps along my skin.

'This can be easier for both of us. If you're good, I can be nice and gentle.' He pressed his lips against the racing pulse beneath my ear, 'or I can
be rough and unpleasant if you fight me.' He bit the soft curve connecting my neck and shoulder, two particularly sharp teeth almost piercing
my skin.

I cried out in pain and jerked, shaking a laugh from him again. He shuffled forward to the table again, forcing me to bend over it painfully, this
time sparing my cheek from the metal and rough wood. He spoke again, the chill of his breath causing the small hairs all over my neck to stand on end.

'What's it going to be, my babe?' Bile rose to the back of my throat as he whispered 'my babe.' I refused to respond, scared out of my mind and
stubborn enough to want to fight. After a few seconds of silence, the man growled in frustration. He dragged me up onto the table, flipping me
so I was on my back.

He motioned to the chain with his finger and a length of chain sprang to his command. It wound around my bruised wrists tightly before two
links on each end opened up like the jaws of an angry snake and clamped into the old wood, making a sickly crunching sound like that of
breaking bones; after sealing themselves into the table top, they went lifeless, just like they were a few seconds ago.
My arms were securely bound above me, putting me in a somewhat vulnerable state and cutting off any hopes I had of escape. My chest heaved
as I panted in fear, my eyes searching for the face of the man behind all this.

I turned my head to my left and there he stood.

The most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

He stood probably around 6'7, dwarfing my smaller stature of 5'four. He was medium boned, muscular, and pale as the moon. He wore a
charcoal gray hoodie with a lighter gray graphic tee beneath. his face was sculpted, not overly so, but enough to eliminate any boyishness.
Pale, perfect skin and a symmetrical face... and eyes with very dark irises and light-absorbing full pupils. Full, spiky hair crowned his horrifyingly
handsome face, making a mixture of terror and lust course down my spine, coating every nerve ending and focusing all my senses on him.

He casually leaned over me on the table, speaking in a low, dominating voice.

'Have you changed your mind, darling?' I gaped up at him, his face mostly a silhouette due to the crappy light-bulb hovering above. He raised
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He placed me on his lap and used his tongue to run over my nipples. I held his head and rubbed it like I was giving a perfect approval to what he was doing. I closed my eyes in an imaginary bliss. Barbara had taught me a lot of tricks. It was time I made use of them.

He sucked the nipples for several minutes. Even on his lap, I could feel the hardness of his cock. When he was satisfied with the boobs, he motioned that I should stand up. I did while he unzipped his jeans trousers. He pulled it down and removed his boxer. Mentally, I compared his dick with the last one I saw, which was Dave’s own. I must say De Gov’nor’s own was much smaller.

He used his right hand to hold it and gently moved me to it. It was unspoken but I knew what he wanted. I was about to make a record – do a mouth action on a guy. I found it repulsive and could never have imagined I would do it. Well, sometimes, you find yourself doing something you once held in high contempt.

I felt like I had put a silicone-filled stick in my mouth. It was not exactly describable and the impeccable was like raw ‘ponmo’ or something.
Again, I had to make good use of one of the things Barbara had taught me. I ran my tongue on it, spat on it and sucked it in a way I knew would excite him.

I did not do that for long. He soon yanked my pantie down and placed me on the sofa.

‘Condom, please,’ I said.

He grunted, reached for one of the pockets of his trousers and brought a pack of the latex out. Quickly, he inserted it on his joy-stick and
inserted the dick inside my honey pot. I imagined it was Barbara that was doing that and I felt quite good. He began his jerking while I
continued to imagine that Barbara was in action. In just a couple of minutes, he released. He did not even last half of the time Dave could go.

He collapsed on the sofa, breathing like somebody who had just finished a four-hundred meter race.

‘Queen, you are good,’ he said in a raspy voice.

What a compliment! I grinned at him.

I was with him till early hours of the evening. In the middle of the night, I tried to re-enact our passionate act. I held his cock and caressed it all
over. Despite all the prodding I did, he did not have enough strong erection to go for a second round. As a fact, he seemed satisfied with his
first and only feat.

‘Give me your account name and number so that I can transfer your money to you,’ he said.

I gave him the account details. Few seconds later, my phone bleeped an in-coming message. It was from him and he had just paid fifty-five
thousand naira.

‘I’m not paying you for the time we had together,’ he said. ‘I’m giving you that money to buy some things for yourself. I like you, Queen. Consider
this as the beginning of a good relationship.’

Hey, don’t bring sentiments into this, my mind said. I however grinned warmly.

‘Thank you, darling, De Gov’nor.’

He also got my cell phone numbers.

‘I trust you’ll not disappoint anytime I need you,’ he said.

‘No, I’ll not.’

I went to the bathroom to freshen up. Then I came back to wear my clothes. I was ready to go.

‘Let me give you money for transportation,’ he offered.

I grinned. ‘Thanks, De Gov’nor.’

He gave me five thousand naira. I thanked him again, kissed him goodbye and left his suite. It was not a bad outing, I decided. I got out of the hotel complex and took a cab at the main road. I got back to Roses Hotel few minutes to eight.

‘Humph, my baby is back,’ Barbara said as soon as I got inside her office. I was all smiles as I hugged her. Now, I was the one displaying the kind of emotions Eniola used to display when I was in Benin; I was the one behaving as if I had not seen Barbara for a long time.

She kissed me briefly.

‘I hope he did not hurt you, baby,’ she said.

I laughed shortly. ‘Oh no, he did not such thing. Rather, I think he tried to be nice.’

Barbara beamed in smile. ‘Ah, good to hear that he was caring. Did he gift you a car?’

‘Hey, not so fast! I just knew him, for Christ’s sake.’

I brought out my phone and showed her the text message he sent. ‘See, this is how much he paid into my account.’

She grinned briefly. ‘Not bad. It’s a good beginning.’

‘Yeah. And he paid five k for my transportation.’

‘That’s good of him.’

‘So, how’s is Customer Relation here?’

‘Not bad,’ she said, ‘except we had to use police to arrest two guys.’

I was surprised. ‘What happened?’

‘Don’t mind them. What started as a little argument over the best football club in Europe soon degenerated into exchange of fisticuffs. Anyway, that one is settled now.’

I sighed. Some men could be so funny. Imagine leaving your home and coming to a bar in a hotel, only to start a fight over the best football club in Europe. Nonsense!




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My legs began to buckle, I felt the orgasm filling inside me, every dirty thing he hissed in my ear bringing me closer to soaking his dick in my juices.

'You like this cock? Yeah you do. Take it you slut, I'm going to Bleep you until you're sore. You want this cock?'

'Yes!'

'I'm going to push this throbbing dick in your ass, you want that?'

I'd never really tried anal before, I was hesitant. I said 'No, it might hurt.'

'At first but it'll be worth it pet.'

He unhooked me from the ceiling restrains, keeping my hands bound, and lay me face down on a thick carBabe. I was nervous, but curious. I'd
never taken a dick up the ass before, but he was so good. My entire body was pulsating. I was a willing slave.

He lay on top of me, stroking his cock up and down my sopping cunt. He spat on his fingers and circles around my tight anus.

He slowly but surely pushed himself inside.

Not so bad I thought, a mere stretching sensation. Until he gave a second almighty thrush then went as deep as he could possibly go. I yelped
out in pain, it wasn't agonising, just unexpected. He held down my arms and told me,

'Relax, just take it. Once you loosen up you'll be dripping wet. Bet I can make you cum from fucking your ass, like a dirty bitch.'

He slowly pushed himself in and out. He didn't increase the speed, but he did increase the force. Harder each time, grunting, almost with

punishing rage each time.
I felt my ass loosen, there was a pressure building. It felt good. It felt really good. Just when I thought it could not get better, he rolled us over.
He was laying on his back, I was laying on his front, both of us facing the ceiling.

There was a mirror, I could see myself lying there with a strangers cock squeezing in and out of my virgin asshole. He was right, I was dirty. And I
loved it.

He put his hand between my legs and grinned his palm against my clit and putting his fingers inside me. Picking up the pace, cramming his
clock up my ass whilst slamming his fingers inside my glistening dripping pussy.

'Come on bitch, all over my cock. Cum you pet!'

Harder. Faster, I arched my back, I'd never felt anything like this before. My legs trembled like hell, I needed to release. I saw in the mirror,
release came.

I squirted up the mirror, my body jolting almost like a seizure as I had the greatest orgasm. He let out an almighty groan through gritted teeth,
before filling my ass with his cum.

He was right.

I certainly was a dirty bitch now.

I sprinted down the hall, running for my life. The sound of my chuck taylor clad feet slapping the ground bounced off the walls, echoing eerily.

'Lolly... Lolly...' It was a male's voice... I didn't know who he was and I didn't know what he wanted. Either way, things probably weren't going to
turn out well for me if I let him catch me. I felt a little sweat beading in my hairline as my thick, wavy mane streamed behind me.

'Lolly... Lolly...' He was gaining on me. With every step, every breath, every heartbeat. I almost sobbed as I ran down the long, echoey corridors of
the abandoned warehouse, leaping over piles of debris and hoping to god I didn't trip.

I had been snooping around, exploring the old welding factory after I'd heard some rumors about a strange human supposedly seen coming
and going from this place.



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Episode Two

The bus was exceptionally crowded, we were all pressed together. The smell of sweat and the heat filling the air.

I was stood, desperately holding on to the ceiling handles in the hopes I wouldn't fall asleep. I felt someone pressing against my back. And my
ass.

'Don't worry about it, it's crowded' I thought.

Soon the pressing sensation increased, almost rhythmic. I felt a hardness. Then I saw the reflection in the window. It was him. He kept a
completely straight face, paused, then continued.

Mortified, I remained still. Hoping it would pass. But soon I felt his fingers, travelling up my skirt. I reached out to stop him, he responded by
immediately cupping my pussy, grinding his palm into my clit.

I enjoyed it. I didn't want this, but I didn't want to stop it either. And he knew it. He gently ran his finger up and down my moistened pussy
through my underwear, then his hand rapidly delved into my pants.

He rubbed my clit harder each time, every so often sliding and teasing at my wet hole. I told him no, and no again. 3rd time was the charm, he
rammed two fingers up my cunt unexpectedly, gently weaving in and out. I found myself squeezing and pushing myself onto his fingers, then the bell went off. My stop!!

I gathered myself and took off, as I stepped off the train I saw him sniff his fingers, seeing how wet I'd had been.

I felt ashamed, yet thrilled. I almost smirked to myself as I made my way through the dark side street. Thinking how glad I was that it hadn't
escalated. However, I heard the footsteps, and attention seeking coughing.

It was him. He'd followed me like a dog tracking the scent. I tried to speed up, however I found myself walking to even more secluded areas.
Bait waiting to be taken.

Before I knew it, he had hold of my arm. We were around some garages. He gave me a look, and I stopped resisting. He broke into one of the
garages, and pulled me inside. There was a table, a dim light, and a rope strapped to the ceiling. This was his garage!!

At first I thought oh god, what have I done? But before I could react, he pinned me against the wall.

'Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you.'

I nodded.

'However, I'm going to Bleep you. I want to slide my cock up your pussy and make you feel good. What do you think about that slut?'

Once again, I nodded.
'Good.'

He crammed his fingers up inside me once again. We were no longer confined to the train. We were able to make noise. He had no reason to
tease, he thrust his fingers into me as hard and fast as he could.

My juices squelching around his fingers as my back slammed against the wall. He kept his face near mine.

'You like this bitch? It going to feel so much better when it's my cock making you cum.'

He yanked his fingers out of me, making my body shudder. He took my hands above my head, and restrained me. I was hanging from the ceiling, my toes on the floor just enough to spare me any pain.

He literally ripped off my shirt, and wasted no time sucking on my erect nipples. He made his way down and forcefully removed my skirt,
tearing off my underwear.

'I'm going to bury my tongue in your cunt. I'm going lash at your clit until you beg me to ram my cock in you.'
He gently flicked his tongue across my throbbing clitoris. Lingering until I found myself desperately thrashing myself at his face, sadly he held
my hips back.

He was there, on his knees grinning up at me. Then...holy shit. As promised, he lashed his wet tongue across my clit like a man possessed.

his head was moving up and down so fast as he alternated between jabbing my clit with his tongue and thrusting it into my seeping pussy,
moaning into me all the while.

I clamped my legs around his head, so ready to cum. Then he pulled away. He knew how much I wanted to cum, he purposefully denied me
that. Grinning away, he spun me around so once again his cock was grinding on my ass. The tip ever so gently pressing against my soaked hole.

'You want this fat cock deep in your pussy?'

I nodded with a groan.

'Say it, say you want me to Bleep you hard.'

I gave in,

'Yes please, Bleep me hard!!'

Before I could finished my sentence, he thrust it in me so hard I nearly got whiplash! He started with slow yet hard thrusts. Getting faster, faster,
harder and harder.

Soon his balls were slapping against me whilst I was screaming, my body being ricocheted back and forth by his furious cock.

My legs began to buckle, I felt the orgasm filling inside me, every dirty thing he hissed in my ear bringing me closer to soaking his dick in my
juices.

'You like this cock? Yeah you do. Take it you slut, I'm going to Bleep you until you're sore. You want this cock?'

'Yes!'

'I'm going to push this throbbing dick in your ass, you want that?'

I'd never really tried anal before, I was hesitant. I said 'No, it might hurt.'

'At first but it'll be worth it pet.'

He unhooked me from the ceiling restrains, keeping my hands bound, and lay me face down on a thick part. I was nervous, but curious. I'd
never taken a dick up the ass before, but he was so good. My entire body was pulsating. I was a willing slave.



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A trolley was used to bring the sumptuous meal. I wasn’t a heavy eater, so the fried rice he ordered for me was much too much for what I could finish. Of course, he ate pounded yam.

The impeccable of my food made me to be proud of Roses Hotel. Though the size and splendor could not be rated on the same level with this one, the food offered here was not better than the food Roses offered.

After the meal, we sat back to watch the television.

 He flicked the channel of the large screen in the room to a sports station where a live football match was shown.

‘Do you watch football?’ he asked. ‘If yes, what is your favorite club?’

I grinned and shook my head. ‘No, I’m not a fan of football or any club.’

He grinned and nodded in affirmation. ‘Perhaps, I should not be selfish.’ He handed the remote control to me. ‘Change it to a station of your choice.’

‘That’s considerate of you, De Gov’nor. Thanks.’ I promptly changed the station to a fashion channel. Some models were doing some cat-walking.

He grinned again. ‘Just as I expected,’ he said.

He allowed me to watch the station and rest from the food for about twenty minutes before he said we should get down to ‘Customer Relation.’ 

I nodded in affirmation. That was my purpose of being there.

‘Queen, the first thing I want you to do is to stand up and slowly UnCloth yourself.’
I nodded and stood up. I unbuttoned my sleeveless, peach top and removed it. The sexy bra I wore was the one I would have loved to see on a lady that I dated. I unhooked and removed it.
 De Gov’nor sat back on the seat, looking at me in fascination. 

Next, my black skirt was removed. When my hands went to my white pantie, he made a motion.

‘Wait, Queen.’

I stopped what I was about to do and stared at him.

‘Come over here.’

I went to him. He held me by the waist and kissed my tummy. I could hear and feel his hot breaths on my mid-section. His touch was like a cold iron on the body, but I grinned like it was the most comforting touch I had ever had. 

He placed me on his lap and used his tongue to run over my nipples. I held his head and rubbed it like I was giving a perfect approval to what he was doing. I closed my eyes in an imaginary bliss. Barbara had taught me a lot of tricks. It was time I made use of them.

He sucked the nipples for several minutes. Even on his lap, I could feel the hardness of his cock. When he was satisfied with the boobs, he motioned that I should stand up. I did while he unzipped his jeans trousers.

He pulled it down and removed his boxer. Mentally, I compared his dick with the last one I saw, which was Dave’s own. I must say De Gov’nor’s own was much smaller.


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The large toy fills my mouth as I suck the sweet hot taste of my cunt from it. He swipes up the blindfold and hisses out the words through grinding teeth as He rams his cock deep into its home.

'Mine! My pet My slut!' my oga's voice strong loud commanding me.

My oga bleeps me hard, and his lips come to my ear as my oga growls out through his feral grunting.

'Cum My slut. Now. Hard. Give me all you have wanted to release NOW.'

I am crying, screaming, and yelling out my desperate need, my want.

'Oooh. Yes, oga.'

As the orgasm that was so torturously, deliciously built up comes hard and fast, it is that moment I know what it is to be in sub space. The
euphoric feelings take over my body, and oga and I become one. No beginning or end as we move in a motion so demanding yet so in sync.
My mouth presses to the hot skin of his chest, sucking and licking as He slams his cock in and out of the Bleep hole He alone owns. oga and only
my oga can bring me, his slut to this sublime place.

In one deep solid thrust his cock explodes, thick waves of his hot cum pouring into my cunt, as my hot juice splashes over his dick, blending our lustful liquids. The smell of our sex surrounds us as our bodies drip with sweat, spasms coming one after the other—each one seemingly stronger than the one before. My strong cunt walls milk his cock of its cum. I need to feel my oga's body liquid flowing in my veins.

As He collapses to the table beside me, his lips to my ear, warm breath bathing over my hot skin the sound of his voice vibrates along my flesh, causing the many goose bumps to rise.

'So, my babe, are you happy I didn't really have to go away on business?'

Listening to the arrogant, wonderful sound of my ogas laughter as it melts my heart, whispering in a husky well sated voice.

'Your Babe is very happy, oga. So very happy.'

I caught the train everyday for work. I was always told to be careful to be wary of travelling alone. A feat no one enjoys... until now. Routinely I
caught the night train back home. I always kept a sharp eye, afraid of thieves or men with unsavory ideas.

One man definitely stood out. He wasn't young, I'd say in his four0's. He had a beer gut, not in the greatest shape. However I often found him
looking at me, making me feel uncomfortable.

'Urgh' I thought, 'In your dreams you fat perv.'

Soon the looks became more obvious. Night after night I saw him. Inching closer. Until finally, he got what he wanted.




Episode Two

The bus was exceptionally crowded, we were all pressed together. The smell of sweat and the heat filling the air.
I was stood, desperately holding on to the ceiling handles in the hopes I wouldn't fall asleep. I felt someone pressing against my back. And my ass.

'Don't worry about it, it's crowded' I thought.

Soon the pressing sensation increased, almost rhythmic. I felt a hardness. Then I saw the reflection in the window. It was him. He kept a
completely straight face, paused, then continued.

Mortified, I remained still. Hoping it would pass. But soon I felt his fingers, travelling up my skirt. I reached out to stop him, he responded by
immediately cupping my pussy, grinding his palm into my clit.

I enjoyed it. I didn't want this, but I didn't want to stop it either. And he knew it. He gently ran his finger up and down my moistened pussy
through my underwear, then his hand rapidly delved into my pants.

He rubbed my clit harder each time, every so often sliding and teasing at my wet hole. I told him no, and no again. 3rd time was the charm, he
rammed two fingers up my cunt unexpectedly, gently weaving in and out. I found myself squeezing and pushing myself onto his fingers, then
the bell went off. My stop!!

I gathered myself and took off, as I stepped off the train I saw him sniff his fingers, seeing how wet I'd had been.



A Flash in the Pan: https://m.okadabooks.com/book/about/a_flash_in_the_pan/40577

Nice one