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‘Thanks, but no,’ I said. 

She laughed shortly again and brought a twenty-dollar bill from her bag. ‘Take this money, buy yourself cold bottle of water and think over what I said.’

Barbara would not stop confounding me. ‘Barbara, you are going crazy. How could you give me twenty dollars to buy water?’

But she knew what she was doing. It was a bait. I knew it was, and it was becoming difficult for me to resist.

‘I want good things for you, Queen. Aren’t you tired of the crumbs I’m giving you? Rather than giving you fish, don’t you want to learn how to catch fish by yourself?’

I was thoughtful.

‘This is your chance, Queen. This is a good opportunity to break into the big league. Or do you want to work for Madam Rose forever?’

‘See,’ she went on. ‘I don’t enjoy sex with men, but I pretend I do. I moan and wiggle my body to let them believe they’re the best givers of
pleasure on earth, even when they were terribly boring and sickening. And at the end of the day, I make my money. That’s cool, isn’t it?’

I nodded in affirmation. ‘Yeah, that’s cool.’

She grinned knowingly at me. ‘So, what’re you waiting for?’

I sighed. ‘Okay. I’ll do it this once. Don’t be disappointed if I stop after this.’

She came to kiss me fully on the lips. ‘That’s my baby.’ She sat next to me. ‘We need to plan it. Since the two of us cannot be absent from our
place of work at the same time, I’ll go on Friday. You’ll do the work for the whole day, then, you’ll go on Saturday. What d’you think?’

‘It’s a perfect idea,’ I said.

That was the way we hatched our plan. On Friday, I worked from early morning till late night. And as it was, there were so many customers that
Friday. I was at least happy that Customer Relation was good and we were making profits for Roses Hotel. It was about ten o’clock on Saturday morning when Barbara came.

‘I’m sorry I couldn’t come early. He did not want to release me,’ she said.

I had already dressed up and was set. Barbara gave me the address and the contact of who I was to meet. That morning, the man said he would be at the Polo Club in Ikoyi. I took a cab and by eleven, I got to the place. At the large reception hall of the elitist club, I asked to see Steve
Renoya. 

‘What’s the name, please?’ the very courteous lady asked.

‘The name is Queen.’

‘Please, sit down while I contact him.’

‘Thank you.’ I went to sit on one of the well-padded sofas. I waited for only a couple of minutes when the lady beckoned at me. I walked smartly to her. A young guy stood by the desk.

‘He will take you to meet Mr. Renoya,’ she informed.

I thanked her and keenly followed the young guy. We went through a passageway to an inner hall that looked like a private club. The guy took
me to a man that sat a bit aloof from others.

‘Here is your guest, sir,’ the guy told the important-looking man in jeans and Ralph Lauren polo shirt.

‘Ah, you are Queen, right?’ the man asked.

‘Yes, sir.’

His face brightened up. ‘You are welcome. Please, sit down.’

‘Thank you, sir.’ I sat on a chair away from him.

He should be in his early or mid-forties. Dark-skinned, medium height and stocky, he looked successful and confident.   

‘So, what d’you want? Feel at home and relax. I’ve heard that you are shy, but don’t be shy with me.’

I grinned briefly. Whoever gave that description of me did not do a bad job.

‘Any cool, soft drinks,’ I said.

He nodded in affirmation and ordered for red wine and barbecue.

‘Tell me about yourself, Queen,’ he prodded.

Really? Did he really care to know about me, or was he saying that to while away time? I grinned and briefly told him about my education and past times.

‘What do you currently do?’

I told him and he nodded in affirmation.  He seemed to be impressed.

‘Well, let me properly introduce myself too. I’m Steve Renoya, Chief Executive Officer of RenOil Oil and Gas. We’re mainly into the marketing of
petroleum products. You can call me De Gov’nor. It’s a pleasure to have you here.’

‘The pleasure is mine,’ I said.

De Gov’nor was obviously a well-known person there. Many of These ones men around hailed him while some came to greet him. It appeared
the name De Gov’nor would easily win an election in that place. 

We took the wine and took the barbecue till I wanted no more. When it was about few minutes to eleven, he said we should leave the place for
a place that offered exclusive privacy.

We went in his Mercedes jeep to a hotel at Awolowo Road, Ikoyi. The way he was attended to showed that he was a very known face. He had
already booked a suite there. We took the elevator to the third bed. The hotel was much bigger and much attractive than Roses Hotel, but
everything there reminded me about where I worked.

It was ironic that I, who once berated Barbara for agreeing to sleep with a stranger at the suite in Roses Hotel, would be doing the same thing
with a stranger in another hotel suite.

 De Gov’nor was all smiles as we sat in the living-room of the suite.

‘What d’you say to lunch? What will you have?’

 What else would I have other than my favorite, fried rice and chicken? I grinned. ‘Fried rice and chicken will be okay.’

He grinned and nodded in affirmation. ‘I’ll rather have pounded yam and egusi soup.’ He picked the intercom and ordered for the room service.

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.



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His tongue sweeps over my clit again and again. I tell myself no, that I don't enjoy this. So then why are my hips are almost trying to lift into the stroke of his tongue to become one with his mouth? He moves over my moist lips of the cunt. My senses reel. I feel the first deep plunge of his tongue. He has a mustache. The only sound is a groan developing in my throat. Whimpering, questioning sounding like the word -

'Oga'

Again the pleading sounds begging through my gag iin desperation -

'Oga, oga'

Hoping, convincing myself it must be him, as my body wouldn't react so easily if this One didn't have such a familiar touch. He probes with his tongue dipping in and out of my warm honeyed cunt. It is then I hear the buzzing sound. I know this sound. his fingers pull at my damp folds as

He pushes the vibe deep into my wet pussy. Animal growls comes from deep within his throat, as He feels my cunt accept the large vibe, muscles trying to squeeze around its girth. Feeling tugging on my chained nipples, I am pulled slowly upward feeling the burn and sting. Then I feel something different—the softest feeling one could experience, my head tilting as I concentrate a moment.

A feather..

Yes, that must be it..

Lightly touching and tickling around the areola of each nipple as they are being pulled. My body is a frenzy of feelings, the feather, the vibe, the tugging. More and more whimpering—my body is on fire. Suddenly my whimpers become hard insistent moans. his hand shoves the vibe in harder deeper. I know He is watching me—I can feel his stare, his eyes moving to the dripping of my body's sweat, his pleasure at the way my body is shaking.

Quickly my fingers ball and fist, my toes curl, my mind is in such a confused state of ecstasy that I continue to try and fight off. I will only cum for my oga at his command for his dark and lustful desires. I am his playground, his canvas to create upon. Again and again the vibe is swimming in and out of my Bleep hole, and then using a single finger He starts touching me at the valley between my clamped breasts. Slowly He glides downward over the flat of my belly. I pull in a deep breath through my nostrils. My belly caves in. his finger is still on my flesh dragging, and pressing.

He slowly makes his way to my exposed clit—the small protruding throbbing bud of my lust and passions. his finger flicks over it as his thumbs join in the fun. He is pinching and pulling on it, listening to my threatening moan of a denied orgasm bubbling beneath the surface. I listen to his low grunts as He tortures me over and over with his sweet ministrations. his skillful fingers drive me to the edge as I fight off the savage plunging, sweat dripping from every wanton pore of my body. Silently my mind screams out for my oga. My hips are jerking as He bleeps me with the vibe now creating a steady intense motion. Each time the vibe is thrust in He rubs my clit with his knuckles. his other hand has moved back up to the clamps tugging lightly on them to listen to more of my muffled whimpering pleas.

As my mind becomes dizzy and blurred, He removes the vibe. The wet sloppy sound of it unplugging my Bleep hole makes me crazy. I scream through the gag. I feel his body come to the table settling over mine, my head twisting in a heated protest. Wildly the blonde damp tendrils of my hair slap around my blindfolded and gagged face.

'No, only my oga can take me. This cannot happen. Please.'

His fingers remove each clamp from my hot sore nipples. He quickly massages with both his mouth and hands easing the return of my blood
flow. I can feel his thick rigid cock between my legs. The bulbous head is pulsing at my pink swollen lips of the cunt. A Bleep hole so hot, wet ready to be bleeped hard, my body is shaking.

He rocks forward, his cock teasing at my flesh of the cunt. I am trying desperately to shift my body but am unable to move. his hands reach up, taking the gag from my mouth. Before I even have my voice back to cry out, 'No, please no more.' the cunt juice soaked vibe is put into my mouth to suck on and once again I am stopped from speaking. 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.'



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As my body recovers I lie quietly. Small delicious tremors every so often quake my form, keeping my flesh of the cunt a tingle, my clit quivering and the warm juices flowing. Slowly sleep descends upon me, with thoughts of my oga vivid in my mind lulling his slut into a peaceful sleep.

The moon's soft rays filter in dimly through the nearly closed blinds. The candles have kept a low glow within the room. My body turns and my face snuggles into my oga's pillow, which I'd sprayed earlier with his cologne. I breathe him in as I sleep.

Belly to the sheets, moist warm pussy still slowly sensuously pressing to the sheets in a soft humping motion while in my slumber, arse cheeks moving side to side, sweet dreams of my oga caress my mind. That beautiful dream was suddenly turning to a nightmare. A heavy weight presses down on my body, a hand snakes around me. Just as I am about to let out a scream, I realize this is no dream. An intruder is here in my oga's bedroom. My mind is racing and panicking, my heart is wrenching, and my body is struggling trying to twist out from his clutches. He straddles his thick branch-like legs over my back pinning my arms to my sides.

He is strong. his hand holds a gag that He forces into my mouth and secures behind my head. He works quickly, binding my wrists. I hear the click of the steel, though the inner lining of the restraints is softer—leather perhaps. Panting breaths through flaring nostrils, again his hands come to my head to put a blindfold on me, my protesting groans and grunts mean nothing to him. I am kicking my legs to no avail. He grabs them, snaps on the Sunnye type of restraints, and flips me over like a rag doll. I can feel his menacing presence over me as I lie there naked.
Only oga's collar and waist chain darn my body.

My mind is racing with thoughts, each one of my senses heightened.

It is the silk sheet being wrapped around me, nearly smothering me, my body bucking, trying my best to resist. I hear only the sounds this stranger makes—dark, ugly growls whenever I do something to try and spoil his plan. Each time He tightens his grip to let me know I'd best be still. I am flung over his shoulder, my arse pointed up to the sky wrapped in the silk sheet. his movements are meticulous. Aware that we are outside, the coolness of the late night air seeps in through the sheet. My body shivers.
his grip tightens, and I am placed into the seat of a car. First my door closes, then the driver's side opens and closes. I jump in reaction to the noises—all familiar noises yet now in darkness everything feels strange and common noises make me anxious. All I can do is whimper pathetically, as this Man makes no sound. I do not know if He is going to do me harm or what is to come of me. My mind fills with thoughts of my oga, He won't know what's happened to me, and I feel the sting of tears.

We are only in the car a short while before my body is casually flung back over his shoulder. Inside, his footsteps sound heavy—a certain sound like being on concrete—a musty scent—maybe a basement. My body is placed upon a flat surface.

Wood, perhaps - yes..

Smooth, hard, definitely wood..

I feel as if my body is a mass of nervous uncontrolled shivering. The gag makes it difficult to breathe. I have to remember to pull the air in through my nose which is a bit stuffy from my sobbing. The blindfold is wet from my tears. He sits me up a moment undoing the wrist restraints.

I breathe a little easier, wiggling my wrists about to try and move. No such luck. This overbearing Man pushes me back down.
Pulling my arms up over my head, he attaches them to a different set of restraints that seem to be connected to the table. My breasts are rising up and down hard and fast. his fingers grab each nipple, rolling them between his fingers, and then giving each one a firm pinch. He takes the restraints from my ankles. I immediately try to kick. He is far too quick—holding both ankles binding one at the corner of the table, spreading my legs wide, binding the other to the opposite corner.

Here I lay before this One—naked and exposed—vulnerable. his fingers move over my oga's waist chain and then up to my collar. I buck and twist screaming beneath the gag until He finally leaves my jewelry alone. I feel delight at a small victory just won, but only momentarily as his fingers now find my nipples once more. Taking one, He pulls and pinches; twists and tweaks. The rosy hard tips ache feeling the sting, yet at the

Sunnye time I feel the touch of his lips suckling on my other nipple. The mixture of pain and pleasure confuses my senses.

Whimpering, crying, I am not sure if I am in pain or I am whimpering at the soft gentle sensation. He is not my oga, yet his lips carry the Sunnye type of warm wet touch upon my breasts. his teeth slowly pull on my free nipple pulling it up as his fingers start to position the clamps. My body jumps. his mouth is covering my clit. He is so skillful; each of his movements is taking my attention off the impending clamps. A thin chain connects the clamps, and it lies between my breasts.

Who was this Man? Did my oga arrange this? Does my oga know where I am? Am I just supposed to submit? No, I want my oga.
His tongue sweeps over my clit again and again. I tell myself no, that I don't enjoy this. So then why are my hips are almost trying to lift into the stroke of his tongue to become one with his mouth? He moves over my moist lips of the cunt. My senses reel. I feel the first deep plunge of his tongue. He has a mustache. The only sound is a groan developing in my throat.



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His hand clamped down over her mouth and he let out an almighty cry and thrust against her one more time, so deeply she felt he might split her in two. She felt his semen pumping out inside her. Hot, dangerous. He collapsed over her and pulled his hand away. They gasped for air together, filling their lungs in ragged bursts until the moment passed and reality began to creep back into focus.

Several minutes later, they lay naked under the bedspread.

“Finally, you’re mine,’’ he said as he rubbed her back.

She smiled. “Yes, but not completely.’’

There were seconds of silence. “When will you carry out the elimination?’’ she asked.

He grinned to himself. Tentatively, he had asked himself if indeed he wanted to carry out that task, how would he do it? He had outlined
options in his mind. Option A was to send hired killers. That would not be easy because he always had tight security around him. Option B
would be to poison him. That could be done, but he would need someone close to him like his cook to carry out that.

But the truth was Ola did not really intend to do any elimination. He had decided that he would just pretend that he would carry it out.

Meanwhile, he would have to make the best of his intimacy with her.

“I’m still planning how best to carry it out,’’ he said. “We have to be careful not to leave any suspicion. It has to be a professional job.’’

She nodded. “Yes, but the earlier the better. “I’m dying to yours only.’’

Really? Again, Ola grinned to himself. He was happy she said. “Don’t worry. I’m making magnificent plans.’’

Some minutes later, when they were dressing up, Ola said the words he considered the most important. “I need a grant,’’ he said. “I’m wondering
if you can be of help.’’

“A grant? How much?’’

He was surprised by the alacrity and the keenness he could detect in her voice.

“I have a building project I’m working on. It’s getting to the roof level and I need some money to complete it.’’

She smiled at him. “That will be no problem. I’ll be glad to be of assistance. How much will you need?’’

Again he was very glad about her keenness. “Conservatively, I’ll need about five million naira more.’’

She was thoughtful briefly. “I will see what I can do. You may not get the whole money once, but in the few days, you will get the sum you said.
All the same, by tomorrow morning, I will send some money to your account. You have to send me your account details.’’

He nodded. “I’ll do so, pronto.’’ He brought out his cell phone and sent one of his private account numbers to her cell cell phone.

He kissed her good night. She went home in her BMW while he rode his CRV to is Ogba residence. To him, it was a very satisfying night. As he was going to bed, he received a text message. It was a bank alert informing him that a sum of one million naira had been deposited into his account. Moni could not even wait till the following morning before paying the money as she had said.

Ola grinned to himself. This was just the beginning of good things to come.


* * *

For the next two weeks, Ola and Moni alternated between talking on the telecell phone for several minutes anytime they could not meet in their “love nest’’; and meeting there secretly to exhaust their passion. So far, they had met there three times. Within those weeks, he got the five million naira she had promised. He was having the best of his life.

Today, he had come to the office in his feisty self. It was just few minutes after eight but Moni had not arrived at the office. Ola threw himself at work. His cell cell phone rang and he was surprised it was Agbaman Yomi.

“Good morning, sir,’’ Ola greeted.

“Good morning, Mr. Johnson. How’re you?’’

“I’m fine sir.’’

“There was a matter I didn’t remember to discuss with you on Friday. There were certain discrepancies in the finances of the cement company at
Suleja. I’ve told the MD he is to step aside until the accounts are externally audited and everything is clear. For now, you’re to the company and
resume as acting MD.

Ola was all ears. “Yes, sir.’’

“You’re to report there immediately,’’ Agbaman went on. “You can take the mid-day flight to Abuja and be in Suleja by two p.m. you need to
report at the company before the close of business today.’’

Ola was stupefied. If he heard Agbaman right, what the latter was saying was that he would have to travel to Abuja in the next couple of hours
and he would be resuming at the Cornerstone Cement Company, a company owned by the Agbaman conglomerate later that afternoon in
Suleja!

What kind of fire-brigade approach was that? Why didn’t he tell him all these over the weekend? Why wait until Monday morning? Now, he
would have to start preparing fast like somebody whose garrison commander had asked him to embark on an emergency posting!

Besides, he, Ola, was a chartered accountant with bias in business administration. Why choose him for such a job. Was it not better that somebody who studied engineering should be the MD of a cement company? Why couldn’t the assistant MD at the company be made an acting MD?

Miffed as he was, Ola kept these indignations to himself.

“Alright, sir,’’ he said.

The line went dead. Phew, so he would have to travel to Abuja that day! He must go home and get few things that he would take with him. He
felt like calling Moni to intimate her of the development but he decided against it. She would know when she called him.

With this development, he would be far away from Moni, he thought in gloom. So, how would they maintain contact? Would it be only by telephone? Suleja was several hundreds of kilometers from Lagos and he could not tell yet if he would be travelling to Lagos every weekend.
Why was it now that he was posted to the Northern town?

He had to leave his office without wasting further time so that he could go home and pack some few personal effects. In the next few minutes, after he had tidied up things in the office, his driver drove him home in the Toyota Avalon.

Boma was on night shift, so was at home. She was surprised to see him at that hour.



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Welcome to another jolly ride. You are all invited.




A Flash in the Pan


Kween Sheba



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Episode One


There is a small pout to my lips as oga's mouth comes towards me. his deep passionate kiss makes me forget all else as my lips met with his. I believe I was born to be his. He pulls back quirking an eyebrow.

'Babe, you know business causes me to travel from time to time, and I will only be gone overnight, so no pouting. Take your vibe and give this body of a good strong orgasm for me.'
his large hands descend upon my soft bare shoulders, though all of my body is bare as my oga wishes while we are at home, except for his collar and waist chain. Turning me away from him I hear and feel a quick crack from his open hand across my arse, sending me off to the bedroom. As I walk, I hear the sound of door closing knowing he's now gone.

My head turns, a soft smile on my lips whispering.

'Travel safely my oga. Come home to your babe soon.'

Entering the bedroom, I light a few candles around the room. The warm comforting aroma of vanilla warms up. As I am turning the bed down, the thick comforter rolls to the foot of the bed. I lay my soft form onto the silk sheet—they feel cool against my warm skin. I take hold of the thick rubber-like vibe in one hand, wetting the fat tip of it with my lips and tongue, enjoying the smooth skin-like feel this one has. Switching it on to a low/med speed, I draw it down to rub just between my hot already moist lips of the cunt, moving up to my clit in a slow sensuous circle, hips lifting, pressing to the vibrations.

With my warm cunt cream thickening, I slide the vibe now deep into my pussy, holding the vibe in my hand, legs bending—knees up—feet flat upon the sheets. Driving my hips up and down in a steady fucking motion, my body is now hotter, and wetter, and craving the feeling of this orgasm allowed to me by my oga. I plunge the vibe deep into the hot greasy cunt that belongs to my oga. Pinning my hips back down with a fierce thrusting of the vibe, cunt walls squeezing in a desperate attempt to devour the toy, my cries ring out loud, screams filling the room as my orgasm as it flows hot strong, calling out,

'Thank you oga, thanks for allowing me this pleasure!'

As my body recovers I lie quietly. Small delicious tremors every so often quake my form, keeping my flesh of the cunt a tingle, my clit quivering and the warm juices flowing. Slowly sleep descends upon me, with thoughts of my oga vivid in my mind lulling his slut into a peaceful sleep.

The moon's soft rays filter in dimly through the nearly closed blinds. The candles have kept a low glow within the room. My body turns and my face snuggles into my oga's pillow, which I'd sprayed earlier with his cologne. I breathe him in as I sleep.




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Interesting story