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All That Glitters



Kween Sheba

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All that Glitters
Lovette is a lovely, young lady that desires a good job after her national youth service. She meets a top banker and it seems her prayers are finally answered. Timi gives her the good things of life. Things move on to high level for her. Just when she relishes her status, she learns that not all that glitters is gold.



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LOVETTE

Habib appeared more excited than before. He drank from the plastic bottle of malt set before the table, his eyes twinkling.

“I’m going to miss you, Lovette,” he said for the umpteenth time.

“I’m going to miss you too,” I echoed, hoping my words would reassure him.

He nodded and was silent for some seconds. “And the final camp is next week?”

He had asked the question before. I smiled and tried to avoid getting irritated by his questions.

“Yes, the passing out parade is next week.”

He sighed and gulped that the rest of his drink.

“Now, let’s go to the room I’ve booked.”

There was excitement in his tone. He always sounded excited at a time like this. I finished the rest of my drinks too. He picked his cap from the table, put it on, stood up and smiled. I stood up too.

“Let me get the key to the room from the manager.” He moved to meet the guy behind the reception desk.

Why Habib kept referring to the man as ‘manager’ baffled me. I thought it was better to regard the man as reception clerk or something. We were in a guest house that offered all sorts of hospitality, including hosting lovers for an hour, a night and so on.

The place was along Samaru Road, Zaria, and it was a discreet and serene place.

Habib was soon back with the key and a leer on his face.

“Let’s go, my lovely queen.”

I followed him out of the lobby to a corridor and to a room by the left. He unlocked it and we stepped inside. It was one of the rooms in the guest house and it looked clean without being elegant.

He had brought me here before. Specifically, we were no strangers to the room.

“Here we are,” he said, grinning.

He locked the door, removed his cap and started undressing. I put my handbag on the bed-side table and removed my shoes. In a minute, Habib had stripped himself only to the boxer.


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This time, I did not think of Kween. The only woman in my mind was Helen and I was glad to be doing what I was doing with her. The thrusts resumed and soon became intensified.

“Oh, oh, oh Richard,” she mumbled in pleasure.”

I allowed her to indulge in it. After all, I had pleasure in my indulgence too. She wrapped her legs around my body at the mid-section.

I knew what that meant and I would not disappoint her.

I prolonged the act for as long as I felt she desired it. When she jerked her body, I climaxed too and ended the session. We lay side by side, spent but satisfied.

After a couple of minutes, she got up from the bed, still naked.

“Now, let me give you what I have for you.” She opened one of the wardrobes. I remained on the bed and stared at her back. There was no doubt that at her age, she had such an attractive physique.

Being naked accentuated that fact.
I wondered what she had for me. Was it watch? Shoes? Clothes? Well, I would soon know.

She picked something and returned. I was surprised to find an envelope in her hand.

“Here, this is for you.” She handed the brown envelope to me. What was inside? A letter? A card?

I opened it and found some dollar bills. I brought them out and counted. One hundred dollars in ten pieces were in there. It all amounted to one thousand dollars.

“Use that to get yourself some clothes and shoes. I don’t like you dashing to your house to change. Buy those things, bring them here and stay with me. I love to have you around.”

She smiled at me. “Do you have any objection?”

I smiled back at her. Objection? What purpose would that objection serve? Of course, I had no objection. I got up from the bed to give her a passionate hug.

“Oh, my sweetie, you’re so wonderful. Thanks a lot.”

She held me back. “But I need one thing from you, Richard.”

I rubbed her. “Sweetie, tell me what you need.”


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She closed her eyes while I did all these. I supposed she was enjoying every bit of it. On an impulse, I kissed her butt. She giggled like a school girl. Intermittently, I caressed them, kissed them and spanked them.

“You’re such an adorable lover,” she cooed.

I smiled and played modesty. “You think so?”

“It’s not just that I think so. I’m convinced that you’re the best in treating a woman right.”

I chuckled. “Thanks for the compliment.”

“And do you know I have a reward for you?”

Now, I grinned. “What reward is that, my honey?”

“After you’re through with that massage, I’ll give it to you.”

I put my lips on her butt for another kiss.

“Well, I’ll appreciate whatever you give me. I know it will be as precious as you are.”

Those words delighted her. “For saying that, I’ll double what I want to give you.”

“Great,” I replied. “And I will double the performance and the satisfaction I will render to you.”

I pulled the pantie down and completely removed it. My performance would have to start right away.

“I will start giving you the satisfaction right away, my honey,” I said.

I removed my boxer too. My organ stood erect and was ready for action. I used some of the ointment for the massage to rub on it, spread her legs and mounted her from the back.

I did the thrusting very slowly and gently. While using an elbow for support, my right hand still went to her right big boob for caresses.

I kissed the back of her neck and she made a soft moan. Even with the air-conditioning system in the room, I could feel beads of sweats forming on my forehead and chest.

They were ‘sweet sweats’, if you could call then that.

I was in no hurry to climax, so I mixed my thrusts with a lot of caresses. She purred in delight and approval.

After some minutes, I decided to change the style. I dismounted her and made her to lie on her back. Now face-to-face, I uncapped her boobs and suckled at them.

I knew how to give her the best of tingles and sensation. From her responses, I knew I was doing just the right thing.

I got down on her with my organ making a grand entry and she held on to me like I was a lifeguard. This time, I did not think of Kween.

The only woman in my mind was Helen and I was glad to be doing what I was doing with her. The thrusts resumed and soon became intensified.

“Oh, oh, oh Richard,” she mumbled in pleasure.”

I allowed her to indulge in it. After all, I had pleasure in my indulgence too. She wrapped her legs around my body at the mid-section. I knew what that meant and I would not disappoint her

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Did Madam Helen really tell Kween that? I shook my head. That was not what she should have told Kween, but I decided not to press the issue more.

She dropped my phone on a stool and smiled up at me.

“Are you ready to give me the massage now?”
she asked.

“Sure. With all pleasure.’

She went to the bed to lie on her belly. She was only clad in peach bra and white pantie. That would make the task easy for me.

I removed the ointment to use from the dressing table, uncapped it and spilled some content on my left palm. I rubbed my palms together and started the massage from her neck. Gradually and methodically, my hands moved down to her back and her waist.

This was not right, part of my mind said. You have disappointed Kween for the second night in a row. Don’t you think she would be very angry with you?

Another mind countered the feeling of guilt.

Worry over nothing, it said. You can always find one reason or the other to give her for your absence. But wait a minute, the madam said she picked Kween’s call.

My mind wavered.

But that should not be a problem, should it? I would tell her that the woman was my aunty who was over protective! I had fallen into the hands of a wrong lady before.

I thought I loved her until she jilted me. Aunty Maggie only said what she did on the phone because she wanted to be sure Kween was really in love with me. Yes, that was what I would tell Kween.

Madam Helen is desirable; my mind went on. This chance of intimacy with her should be explored to the maximum. She was a sweet one and I had been enjoying every single minute I had spent with her.

It was like making hay while the sun shines. The madam was my hay and this moment was when the sun was blazing in the sky.

My hands moved to her buttocks. I pulled the pantie down a bit to rub on the bare bums. They were much bigger than Kween’s own, I felt. They were supple and desirable.

Rubbing my fingers on them gave me the thrill of a lifetime.

She closed her eyes while I did all these. I supposed she was enjoying every bit of it. On an impulse, I kissed her butt. She giggled like a school girl. Intermittently, I caressed them, kissed them and spanked them.

“You’re such an adorable lover,” she cooed.

I smiled and played modesty. “You think so?”

“It’s not just that I think so. I’m convinced that you’re the best in treating a woman right.”

I chuckled. “Thanks for the compliment.”

“And do you know I have a reward for you?”

Now, I grinned. “What reward is that, my honey?”

“After you’re through with that massage, I’ll give it to you.”

I put my lips on her butt for another kiss. “Well, I’ll appreciate whatever you give me. I know it will be as precious as you are.”

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