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MY VIRGIN STORY PART 1 .


Until late 2009, I was still a virgin. I used to think it was cool to be a virgin (talk about my religious upbringing) until I realized everybody around me was growing up and losing their innocence, leaving me behind. My story started several years ago, when I was still 10 years old. At that tender age, everything I knew about s-x was from tiny bits of information from much older boys, and preaching from elders and religious leaders that s-x is evil and we should keep away from it. Trust children, they only succeeded in making us very curious. We were living in a storey building of four flats then in the suburbs of one of Nigeria’s fastest cities. Each family lived in a flat. My family occupied the flat upstairs on the left, adjacent to the landlady’s flat. The family living directly below us downstairs had a girl called Tola, who was almost my age. We have something in common; while I was the last born of my parents, she was also the last born of her parents. There were many children and young people in the house then as all the four families in the compound had kids. We usually played together in the compound. She was a pretty girl. Now I could remember that she was fair in complexion. She had dimpled cheeks and long hair which her parents made into ponytails. She was my best-friend. Sometimes, Tola and I would lock ourselves in a room and play doctor and patient. I would be the doctor and she would be the patient. She would off her clothes and lay on the bed, then I would examine her. I could see the two tiny pink buds that would later blossom into unmentionables. Then I would see that narrow canal in between her legs with that little protrusion which would later be that wet, come-dripping, juicy pleasure filled well, called p—sy(the protrusion is the cl–t). Then we would change position. She would become doctor and I would become patient. I would remove my clothes and lie on the bed. Then she would examine my body, including that tiny, pointed stick that would later become the ultimate instrument of pleasure, the d—-k. Actually that was my first close examination of a p—sy. It was a child’s p—sy and it was tiny. In our innocence, we would play on without understanding the functions of those organs we were playing with. Well, somebody soon taught me what the p—- sy was. One of the older girls in our compound was Tosin. We used to call her aunty Tosin because at that time, she would be about 19 years old. She was the landlady’s niece and she lived with her family. She was dark, of average height with a voluptuous body. She had chubby cheeks and nice teeth. Oh, I forgot to mention those two big unmentionables. They were d–n big. She had an average a—s but the unmentionables were huge. The usually knock against each other when we were playing. I didn’t know how to place those sensations I felt whenever I saw her smiling at me and those unmentionable pointing like twin oranges. I just knew my instrument used to stand at attention whenever I saw her. Now I know it was arousal. Then it happened one day. I came back from school and met the door of our apartment locked. My parents had locked the door and gone out. So I went to the landlady’s house to play as usual Innocent me couldn’t really place the sensations I was feeling whenever I sighted those heavy unmentionables bouncing and her—shaking. Now I know it was arousal. Well, I just knew I would just feel my blood rising and my J man standing erect whenever she smiled at me. She liked me a lot. I never knew she had plans for me until one day when I came back from school and met nobody in our house. My parents had gone out and locked the door to our apartment. I had to go and chill at the landlady’s apartment adjacent to our own as usual. Well, aunty Tosin was the only person at home that day. She had just finished writing her WAEC and was just chilling at home. I quickly settled down and started watching TV, knowing I was in safe hands. She was having a bath, I could hear the sound of splashing water from the bathroom as I watched tv. After some time I heard my name. “Ayo!” It was her calling me. But now I was hearing her voice from the bedroom. Apparently, she was through with bathing. I walked into the bedroom and saw her. I was shocked by what I saw. Initially, I just stared at her. I’d never seen an adult like that before. I was confused. She was naked, except for her panties. She stood, facing me, her twin oranges with their dark, rosy tips pointing at me. I felt an aching in my g— n . she smiled softly, and motioned me with a finger. Then she commanded in a soft voice. ‘come here’ . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/05/29/virgin-story-part-1/

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MY MISTRESS’ SONS PART 1 .


Chris walks in angrily and went straight to Daniel’s room and asked him. Chris: what did you tell Tina? Daniel: and who said that i told her something? Chris: stop pretending, what the hell did you tell my girlfriend? Daniel: nothing. Chris: what is wrong with you? The girl dumped you,is that why you can’t let me date her? Daniel: what the f–k are you talking about? Did you see me telling her anything? The question is what did she tell you? Chris: you told that i have other girlfriends and that i sleep around with them,why are you trying to expose me? Daniel: we aren’t in good terms so i won’t mind doing that but i never told her such. Chris: then who did? Daniel: dude she made that up and she got you,she always did that when we were dating. Chris: let me just believe you. Daniel: alright so can you get the hell out of my room? Knock before you come in next time. Chris: f–k you. Daniel: same to you. Chris walks out. *********************************** Daniel: ( moves to the kitchen and See’s his mother) Mum am Hungry. Patricia: then go out and eat something, am so tired from cleaning, and i have to go to work,you and your brother are of no use to me Daniel: bring someone to help you then. Patricia: i can’t do that, the one i brought almost took.my husband away from me. Daniel: then bring a young girl. Patricia: so you can have fun with her when am.not around?just like you do with other girls? Daniel: mum you’re making it sound somehow, i only call the girls,if i need someone to joke and talk with. Patricia: you have a brother. Daniel: which brother? Patricia: Chris! Daniel: i don’t remember having a brother named Chris. Chris: neither do i remember having a brother like you (walks in)……………. . click on the link below to continue reading
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MY MISTRESS’ SONS PART 1 .


Chris walks in angrily and went straight to Daniel’s room and asked him. Chris: what did you tell Tina? Daniel: and who said that i told her something? Chris: stop pretending, what the hell did you tell my girlfriend? Daniel: nothing. Chris: what is wrong with you? The girl dumped you,is that why you can’t let me date her? Daniel: what the f–k are you talking about? Did you see me telling her anything? The question is what did she tell you? Chris: you told that i have other girlfriends and that i sleep around with them,why are you trying to expose me? Daniel: we aren’t in good terms so i won’t mind doing that but i never told her such. Chris: then who did? Daniel: dude she made that up and she got you,she always did that when we were dating. Chris: let me just believe you. Daniel: alright so can you get the hell out of my room? Knock before you come in next time. Chris: f–k you. Daniel: same to you. Chris walks out. *********************************** Daniel: ( moves to the kitchen and See’s his mother) Mum am Hungry. Patricia: then go out and eat something, am so tired from cleaning, and i have to go to work,you and your brother are of no use to me Daniel: bring someone to help you then. Patricia: i can’t do that, the one i brought almost took.my husband away from me. Daniel: then bring a young girl. Patricia: so you can have fun with her when am.not around?just like you do with other girls? Daniel: mum you’re making it sound somehow, i only call the girls,if i need someone to joke and talk with. Patricia: you have a brother. Daniel: which brother? Patricia: Chris! Daniel: i don’t remember having a brother named Chris. Chris: neither do i remember having a brother like you (walks in)……………. . click on the link below to continue reading
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MY LIFE IN MY PASTOR’S HOUSE PART 1 .
I was not that happy when I was forced to leave with my church pastor’s and his family. My pastor name is donald and he has lost his wife. He is quite rich,he had one son two daughters. The son was his firstborn and about 26yrs in age,his name is mark. His second born christine,oh christine was my senior. She is 18yrs of age that looks like 26 with her huge boobs and big backyard. His third born,Hannah in 17yrs of age with very large backyard even more than christine,she is my classmate.They are both very fair in complexion. Oh me,my name is jason,same age with christine,am a bit tall with wizkhalifa body,am the second and the last born. My father was the richest man in my area and my mother is a bussiness woman. Present “Jason,jason,jason” my father shouted from the downstairs angrily. “What’s wrong with this man gan sef”I murmed angrily. I quickly wear my knicker and ran downstair. To my surprise,my father was holding his belt,his eyes were red,I knew am dead. My mother knelt down and was crying profusely. My dad: Jason I heard you slapped your school principal’s daughter, true? *raising up the belt* Me: T…ru..e*stammering* He moved closer to me and said “hope you have a genuine reason?”. Oh God,I can’t tell him Eva(my principal daughter) try to kiss me,though it was a mistake I slapped her. My dad: Can’t you answer? Me: It was mistake. My mum: You heard him. He mistakenly slapped her My dad: Shut up this woman,you want to spoil his life?. Sleeping with Dorothy my friend’s daughter was also a mistake(oh that,she seduced me). Beating up his classmate outside the school is also a mistake(julia said I had small d–k). Be fully prepared,you will be living with pastor donald from tommorrow henceforth. Maybe you will learn your lesson then. He angrily dropped the belt and went to his room. Mama had this look “that’s okay by me”. I went back inside,unclad myself,I stare at my long big d–k “you implicated me” I said softly. I went into the bathroom and have my bath. I put on my uniform,collected my pocket money from mama not after several advice which I just pretended to hear and I went straight to school. One thing about my father,he hates spoilt kid,that’s why he never allow me near all his car,I love trekking and its fun. Oh,I was an ss2 student,same class with hannah,christine was in sss3 and also the senior gir.I was very handsome,fair but not too much in complexion with my killing pink lips I got to school to see many students outside the gate all knelt down,I knew am late and it was my dad’s fault. I walked nearer and I also knelt down,I raise my head to see eva and julia(julia,the one that says I had a small d–k). Eva was very beautiful and a gentle type,she had medium boobs and a-s and was very fair in complexion while julia is choco in complexion and had this huge a-s I’ve never seen though small boobs. Eva looked away the moment our eyes met while julia stared angrily. *weytin concern me,make dem die*. Eva: *finally speak* why are you late? *referring to me* Me: I woke up late. And you what are you two doing here,are you the prefect? Julia: Oh that, senior girl put us here Christine(senior girl): Hey jason,why are you late and why don’t you come to church yesterday? Me: I was very sick yesterday*lied* that’s why I woke up late today Christine: You may enter Eva and julia looked at christine. “What?” Christine asked them “Nothing” they both replied. I heard the rest student murmuring but who cares? Mtcheeeew,I entered smiling
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MY LIFE IN MY PASTOR’S HOUSE PART 1 .
I was not that happy when I was forced to leave with my church pastor’s and his family. My pastor name is donald and he has lost his wife. He is quite rich,he had one son two daughters. The son was his firstborn and about 26yrs in age,his name is mark. His second born christine,oh christine was my senior. She is 18yrs of age that looks like 26 with her huge boobs and big backyard. His third born,Hannah in 17yrs of age with very large backyard even more than christine,she is my classmate.They are both very fair in complexion. Oh me,my name is jason,same age with christine,am a bit tall with wizkhalifa body,am the second and the last born. My father was the richest man in my area and my mother is a bussiness woman. Present “Jason,jason,jason” my father shouted from the downstairs angrily. “What’s wrong with this man gan sef”I murmed angrily. I quickly wear my knicker and ran downstair. To my surprise,my father was holding his belt,his eyes were red,I knew am dead. My mother knelt down and was crying profusely. My dad: Jason I heard you slapped your school principal’s daughter, true? *raising up the belt* Me: T…ru..e*stammering* He moved closer to me and said “hope you have a genuine reason?”. Oh God,I can’t tell him Eva(my principal daughter) try to kiss me,though it was a mistake I slapped her. My dad: Can’t you answer? Me: It was mistake. My mum: You heard him. He mistakenly slapped her My dad: Shut up this woman,you want to spoil his life?. Sleeping with Dorothy my friend’s daughter was also a mistake(oh that,she seduced me). Beating up his classmate outside the school is also a mistake(julia said I had small d–k). Be fully prepared,you will be living with pastor donald from tommorrow henceforth. Maybe you will learn your lesson then. He angrily dropped the belt and went to his room. Mama had this look “that’s okay by me”. I went back inside,unclad myself,I stare at my long big d–k “you implicated me” I said softly. I went into the bathroom and have my bath. I put on my uniform,collected my pocket money from mama not after several advice which I just pretended to hear and I went straight to school. One thing about my father,he hates spoilt kid,that’s why he never allow me near all his car,I love trekking and its fun. Oh,I was an ss2 student,same class with hannah,christine was in sss3 and also the senior gir.I was very handsome,fair but not too much in complexion with my killing pink lips I got to school to see many students outside the gate all knelt down,I knew am late and it was my dad’s fault. I walked nearer and I also knelt down,I raise my head to see eva and julia(julia,the one that says I had a small d–k). Eva was very beautiful and a gentle type,she had medium boobs and a-s and was very fair in complexion while julia is choco in complexion and had this huge a-s I’ve never seen though small boobs. Eva looked away the moment our eyes met while julia stared angrily. *weytin concern me,make dem die*. Eva: *finally speak* why are you late? *referring to me* Me: I woke up late. And you what are you two doing here,are you the prefect? Julia: Oh that, senior girl put us here Christine(senior girl): Hey jason,why are you late and why don’t you come to church yesterday? Me: I was very sick yesterday*lied* that’s why I woke up late today Christine: You may enter Eva and julia looked at christine. “What?” Christine asked them “Nothing” they both replied. I heard the rest student murmuring but who cares? Mtcheeeew,I entered smiling
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MY LIFE IN MY PASTOR’S HOUSE PART 1 .
I was not that happy when I was forced to leave with my church pastor’s and his family. My pastor name is donald and he has lost his wife. He is quite rich,he had one son two daughters. The son was his firstborn and about 26yrs in age,his name is mark. His second born christine,oh christine was my senior. She is 18yrs of age that looks like 26 with her huge boobs and big backyard. His third born,Hannah in 17yrs of age with very large backyard even more than christine,she is my classmate.They are both very fair in complexion. Oh me,my name is jason,same age with christine,am a bit tall with wizkhalifa body,am the second and the last born. My father was the richest man in my area and my mother is a bussiness woman. Present “Jason,jason,jason” my father shouted from the downstairs angrily. “What’s wrong with this man gan sef”I murmed angrily. I quickly wear my knicker and ran downstair. To my surprise,my father was holding his belt,his eyes were red,I knew am dead. My mother knelt down and was crying profusely. My dad: Jason I heard you slapped your school principal’s daughter, true? *raising up the belt* Me: T…ru..e*stammering* He moved closer to me and said “hope you have a genuine reason?”. Oh God,I can’t tell him Eva(my principal daughter) try to kiss me,though it was a mistake I slapped her. My dad: Can’t you answer? Me: It was mistake. My mum: You heard him. He mistakenly slapped her My dad: Shut up this woman,you want to spoil his life?. Sleeping with Dorothy my friend’s daughter was also a mistake(oh that,she seduced me). Beating up his classmate outside the school is also a mistake(julia said I had small d–k). Be fully prepared,you will be living with pastor donald from tommorrow henceforth. Maybe you will learn your lesson then. He angrily dropped the belt and went to his room. Mama had this look “that’s okay by me”. I went back inside,unclad myself,I stare at my long big d–k “you implicated me” I said softly. I went into the bathroom and have my bath. I put on my uniform,collected my pocket money from mama not after several advice which I just pretended to hear and I went straight to school. One thing about my father,he hates spoilt kid,that’s why he never allow me near all his car,I love trekking and its fun. Oh,I was an ss2 student,same class with hannah,christine was in sss3 and also the senior gir.I was very handsome,fair but not too much in complexion with my killing pink lips I got to school to see many students outside the gate all knelt down,I knew am late and it was my dad’s fault. I walked nearer and I also knelt down,I raise my head to see eva and julia(julia,the one that says I had a small d–k). Eva was very beautiful and a gentle type,she had medium boobs and a-s and was very fair in complexion while julia is choco in complexion and had this huge a-s I’ve never seen though small boobs. Eva looked away the moment our eyes met while julia stared angrily. *weytin concern me,make dem die*. Eva: *finally speak* why are you late? *referring to me* Me: I woke up late. And you what are you two doing here,are you the prefect? Julia: Oh that, senior girl put us here Christine(senior girl): Hey jason,why are you late and why don’t you come to church yesterday? Me: I was very sick yesterday*lied* that’s why I woke up late today Christine: You may enter Eva and julia looked at christine. “What?” Christine asked them “Nothing” they both replied. I heard the rest student murmuring but who cares? Mtcheeeew,I entered smiling
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MY LIFE IN MY PASTOR’S HOUSE PART 1 .
I was not that happy when I was forced to leave with my church pastor’s and his family. My pastor name is donald and he has lost his wife. He is quite rich,he had one son two daughters. The son was his firstborn and about 26yrs in age,his name is mark. His second born christine,oh christine was my senior. She is 18yrs of age that looks like 26 with her huge boobs and big backyard. His third born,Hannah in 17yrs of age with very large backyard even more than christine,she is my classmate.They are both very fair in complexion. Oh me,my name is jason,same age with christine,am a bit tall with wizkhalifa body,am the second and the last born. My father was the richest man in my area and my mother is a bussiness woman. Present “Jason,jason,jason” my father shouted from the downstairs angrily. “What’s wrong with this man gan sef”I murmed angrily. I quickly wear my knicker and ran downstair. To my surprise,my father was holding his belt,his eyes were red,I knew am dead. My mother knelt down and was crying profusely. My dad: Jason I heard you slapped your school principal’s daughter, true? *raising up the belt* Me: T…ru..e*stammering* He moved closer to me and said “hope you have a genuine reason?”. Oh God,I can’t tell him Eva(my principal daughter) try to kiss me,though it was a mistake I slapped her. My dad: Can’t you answer? Me: It was mistake. My mum: You heard him. He mistakenly slapped her My dad: Shut up this woman,you want to spoil his life?. Sleeping with Dorothy my friend’s daughter was also a mistake(oh that,she seduced me). Beating up his classmate outside the school is also a mistake(julia said I had small d–k). Be fully prepared,you will be living with pastor donald from tommorrow henceforth. Maybe you will learn your lesson then. He angrily dropped the belt and went to his room. Mama had this look “that’s okay by me”. I went back inside,unclad myself,I stare at my long big d–k “you implicated me” I said softly. I went into the bathroom and have my bath. I put on my uniform,collected my pocket money from mama not after several advice which I just pretended to hear and I went straight to school. One thing about my father,he hates spoilt kid,that’s why he never allow me near all his car,I love trekking and its fun. Oh,I was an ss2 student,same class with hannah,christine was in sss3 and also the senior gir.I was very handsome,fair but not too much in complexion with my killing pink lips I got to school to see many students outside the gate all knelt down,I knew am late and it was my dad’s fault. I walked nearer and I also knelt down,I raise my head to see eva and julia(julia,the one that says I had a small d–k). Eva was very beautiful and a gentle type,she had medium boobs and a-s and was very fair in complexion while julia is choco in complexion and had this huge a-s I’ve never seen though small boobs. Eva looked away the moment our eyes met while julia stared angrily. *weytin concern me,make dem die*. Eva: *finally speak* why are you late? *referring to me* Me: I woke up late. And you what are you two doing here,are you the prefect? Julia: Oh that, senior girl put us here Christine(senior girl): Hey jason,why are you late and why don’t you come to church yesterday? Me: I was very sick yesterday*lied* that’s why I woke up late today Christine: You may enter Eva and julia looked at christine. “What?” Christine asked them “Nothing” they both replied. I heard the rest student murmuring but who cares? Mtcheeeew,I entered smiling
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PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (S*xed And
Betrayed) PART 1
.

***It all started like this***
Chyka and I inside brothel having a S£x. I
grabbed one bossom playing with the tip and
sU-Cking another one. Mouth producing a
sounds like of boorish while sU-Cking the
Tip;
Pka-pto pka-pto… I had no clue on what to
do with the b0s0m I was just holding it at
interval, pressing it like an orange, rubbing it
as if it is a wounded place which I am
applying embrocating. Chyka was m0an!ng,
groaning, grunting in pleasure, holding my
J0yst!ck and do justice to it. Toy with the
cap, rimming the tip, rubbing the body, sU-
Cking my boob, and smooching my balls as
well. Even my bumbum was not spared as it
was being spank, pressing” every time she
move her hand from my J0yst!ck. Chai, this
girl is a pro. The s£nsat!on was too much
for
me and I can’t take it no more. I only wanna
sah enter her womanliness as soon as
possible. Gosh, I was peeping into the
honey-
pot below, can you imagine, seen how red
net-p@nt looks like sending down message
to my
brain and spinning my head. How it shows
the shape of kitty-cat, it is another thing out
of the world. When chyka was discovered
that I was still a novice she quickly removed
her p@nt, la!d on bed and asked me to come
over. I was still peeping into her
womanliness, the pink color, cover with ever
militant black giant grass, amaze the hell out
of me. She put her hand under the pillow,
brought out the condom and wore it over my
J0yst!ck. Insert her finger inside a
spermatozoa cream cup, put little inside
kitty-cat, applied and rubbed the remaining
over the tip of my J0yst!ck. Put it inside; she
commanded. Fork me boy, spoil me, as she
is smooching her own b0s0m with left hand
and using the right hand rimming the cl!toris.
Wetin man go do? I sah quickly bent down in
missionary style and finding my way into her
kitty-cat. Still unable to locate the wall gosh.
Finding it difficult to put it exactly kitty-cat
hole ***mogbe*** .
She: **formin posh** don’t you see where to
put it; she asked.
I was dump and still holding my J0yst!ck,
rubbing it over the grass outside and snail
like skin, gosh’ wonder where her V-G
located. Chai, was all I could hear. She
grabbed my J0yst!ck and slotted it inside.
Oya’ common, fucccccck me harder; she
commanded. Chyka was already Hot. Her
womanliness is so wet like river niger.
I was going up and down like agama lizard.
Breathing heavily like a pig. When she see I
couldn’t do it faster just like she wants. She
was helping me with hands. Placed her legs
at my back, asking me to go up and coming
down faster. She said; haven’t you ever done
it before. I became naïve. After like 5 minute
of hard labour without praise, I spilled my
Pour. every parts of my body become stiff
and heavy.
She push me one side of the bed when I
refuse to stand up.
She stood up. Clean her womanliness.
Removed condom on my J0yst!ck, Handed
over a towel for me. Asking me to clean
myself as well, Which I did so.
Chyka: where is my money?
Me: how much?
Chyka: 2k
****mo gbéé*****
Me: *** eyes clear**** haaaaaa, but we
agreed on 1.5k before.
Chyka: ***frown*** common, with all the
wahala you took me through. Abegi, give me
2k jooh.
**i sah dipped my hand inside my pokect,
brought out my wallet and hand over 2k to
her*** .
Chyka: **smile** thanks, but haven’t you
ever
done this before?
Me: ***felling shy*** why asking?
Chyka: **clear throat** I was just imagine as
big as you are, you just acting like a fowl. No
sU-Ck, no rimming, even no hand thrust…
hhhhaaaa, you need “alomo bitter ooo” or
make you kuku fold your eyes and ti’raka
(endure) to buy “Amo bitter”.
Me: **feeling embarrass** haa, how wil you
be talking to your costumer like this?
Chyka: **lower her voice** sorry, it just that
woman like active man. And if I happen to be
your girlfriend, I won’t take this from you.
Haaa,
**raised eye brown**
Me: **indulging** but I sah tried?
Me: chai, your trying is a garbage
Me: **feelin embarass** ok, I wil try next
time sah.
Chyka: **shrugged** ko’ya try ni oo.
**picked
her dress and wore it** wo (look), I want
market outside jareh.
****We both dashed out at the
sametime”****.
Chyka is a S£x worker in one of the bigest
hotels in my neighborhood. It is being a
while
I have wanted to do this with her. But where
on earth wil I get the confidence to enter
brothel. But kongi nah bastards, and I don’t
know the three keywords which are ‘what’,
‘how’, and ‘why’, the urge to have s*x
keeping building up in my nerve. I just can’t
help matter myself this time. I sah gather
change, call her inside and to do the Fork
with her for the first time. Though, as it is
popularly saying that. the first day of
removing a virginity is indelible for the
woman, but as for the guy, it does not make
any difference. Today is the first day of
breaking my own virginity, no pain, no
wahala, no identification, even, there will be
no remembrance, Only the lack of clue on
how to handle woman on bed. But as the
sayin goes; an elder that is running inside a
wilderness, if something is not after him, he
must be after something. Today, I know my
manliness is not worthwhile, but I will totally
revenge my humilation. Might not be through
chyka no more, but through any available
kitty(ies) ever come my way. I carry this
thought over my heart for a very long time,
until the jinx is broken.
***chai, “then” it later becomes bomb***
.
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PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (S*xed And
Betrayed) PART 1
.

***It all started like this***
Chyka and I inside brothel having a S£x. I
grabbed one bossom playing with the tip and
sU-Cking another one. Mouth producing a
sounds like of boorish while sU-Cking the
Tip;
Pka-pto pka-pto… I had no clue on what to
do with the b0s0m I was just holding it at
interval, pressing it like an orange, rubbing it
as if it is a wounded place which I am
applying embrocating. Chyka was m0an!ng,
groaning, grunting in pleasure, holding my
J0yst!ck and do justice to it. Toy with the
cap, rimming the tip, rubbing the body, sU-
Cking my boob, and smooching my balls as
well. Even my bumbum was not spared as it
was being spank, pressing” every time she
move her hand from my J0yst!ck. Chai, this
girl is a pro. The s£nsat!on was too much
for
me and I can’t take it no more. I only wanna
sah enter her womanliness as soon as
possible. Gosh, I was peeping into the
honey-
pot below, can you imagine, seen how red
net-p@nt looks like sending down message
to my
brain and spinning my head. How it shows
the shape of kitty-cat, it is another thing out
of the world. When chyka was discovered
that I was still a novice she quickly removed
her p@nt, la!d on bed and asked me to come
over. I was still peeping into her
womanliness, the pink color, cover with ever
militant black giant grass, amaze the hell out
of me. She put her hand under the pillow,
brought out the condom and wore it over my
J0yst!ck. Insert her finger inside a
spermatozoa cream cup, put little inside
kitty-cat, applied and rubbed the remaining
over the tip of my J0yst!ck. Put it inside; she
commanded. Fork me boy, spoil me, as she
is smooching her own b0s0m with left hand
and using the right hand rimming the cl!toris.
Wetin man go do? I sah quickly bent down in
missionary style and finding my way into her
kitty-cat. Still unable to locate the wall gosh.
Finding it difficult to put it exactly kitty-cat
hole ***mogbe*** .
She: **formin posh** don’t you see where to
put it; she asked.
I was dump and still holding my J0yst!ck,
rubbing it over the grass outside and snail
like skin, gosh’ wonder where her V-G
located. Chai, was all I could hear. She
grabbed my J0yst!ck and slotted it inside.
Oya’ common, fucccccck me harder; she
commanded. Chyka was already Hot. Her
womanliness is so wet like river niger.
I was going up and down like agama lizard.
Breathing heavily like a pig. When she see I
couldn’t do it faster just like she wants. She
was helping me with hands. Placed her legs
at my back, asking me to go up and coming
down faster. She said; haven’t you ever done
it before. I became naïve. After like 5 minute
of hard labour without praise, I spilled my
Pour. every parts of my body become stiff
and heavy.
She push me one side of the bed when I
refuse to stand up.
She stood up. Clean her womanliness.
Removed condom on my J0yst!ck, Handed
over a towel for me. Asking me to clean
myself as well, Which I did so.
Chyka: where is my money?
Me: how much?
Chyka: 2k
****mo gbéé*****
Me: *** eyes clear**** haaaaaa, but we
agreed on 1.5k before.
Chyka: ***frown*** common, with all the
wahala you took me through. Abegi, give me
2k jooh.
**i sah dipped my hand inside my pokect,
brought out my wallet and hand over 2k to
her*** .
Chyka: **smile** thanks, but haven’t you
ever
done this before?
Me: ***felling shy*** why asking?
Chyka: **clear throat** I was just imagine as
big as you are, you just acting like a fowl. No
sU-Ck, no rimming, even no hand thrust…
hhhhaaaa, you need “alomo bitter ooo” or
make you kuku fold your eyes and ti’raka
(endure) to buy “Amo bitter”.
Me: **feeling embarrass** haa, how wil you
be talking to your costumer like this?
Chyka: **lower her voice** sorry, it just that
woman like active man. And if I happen to be
your girlfriend, I won’t take this from you.
Haaa,
**raised eye brown**
Me: **indulging** but I sah tried?
Me: chai, your trying is a garbage
Me: **feelin embarass** ok, I wil try next
time sah.
Chyka: **shrugged** ko’ya try ni oo.
**picked
her dress and wore it** wo (look), I want
market outside jareh.
****We both dashed out at the
sametime”****.
Chyka is a S£x worker in one of the bigest
hotels in my neighborhood. It is being a
while
I have wanted to do this with her. But where
on earth wil I get the confidence to enter
brothel. But kongi nah bastards, and I don’t
know the three keywords which are ‘what’,
‘how’, and ‘why’, the urge to have s*x
keeping building up in my nerve. I just can’t
help matter myself this time. I sah gather
change, call her inside and to do the Fork
with her for the first time. Though, as it is
popularly saying that. the first day of
removing a virginity is indelible for the
woman, but as for the guy, it does not make
any difference. Today is the first day of
breaking my own virginity, no pain, no
wahala, no identification, even, there will be
no remembrance, Only the lack of clue on
how to handle woman on bed. But as the
sayin goes; an elder that is running inside a
wilderness, if something is not after him, he
must be after something. Today, I know my
manliness is not worthwhile, but I will totally
revenge my humilation. Might not be through
chyka no more, but through any available
kitty(ies) ever come my way. I carry this
thought over my heart for a very long time,
until the jinx is broken.
***chai, “then” it later becomes bomb***
.
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AUNTY TOPE PART 1
.
I asked Aunty Tope again, to be sure
about what I
heard her say at first. And yes, she
repeated it. She
meant what I heard. She was even
motioning with
her protruded meat-filled mouth for me
to go ahead
fast! The itching seemed to be unusually
severe and
discomforting. She tried saying
something but the
meat in her mouth stifled her voice. She
could only
mutter some inaudible meaningless
sounds to which
I paid little attention.
“Get closer ma,” I managed to require,
doing my best
to keep my composure. If someone had
told me a
minute ago, that I would soon be in
such an awkward
position, I would have flatly argued the
possibility!
“Uhhmmmm….uhm…uhmmmm” she
growled again.
It was hard to get a word from her but
I seemed to
understand her to mean I should hurry.
So I began
dipping my hand into her denim
trousers.
As I did, the same scary question that
had being in
my head all along popped up one more
time “what if
mom comes into the kitchen?”. That
was a big
question I wasn’t sure what answer it
could get. Mum
should be tremendously happy to link
this rather
curious situation of ours to all her long
existing
suspicions. The earlier I went about
this, the better, it
seemed.
Initially, it kept proving too tight to
maneuver but
when I remembered that the hook was
still intact, I
was quick to go for it.
Aunty Tope as we called her was (in
simple
explanation) mum’s closest friend. She
attended the
Teacher’s Training College with mom
back in the days
and both graduated to become basic
school teachers.
Although mom progressed further and
have grown
to become a lecturer in the University.
Tope didn’t
have exactly the same story. She joined
the business
society and soon became far richer
than mum. She
was never married though and thus
always had all
the time in the world to make long
visits to our home.
She usually stayed several weeks before
leaving and
we all grew up knowing her to be some
kind of
inexplicably ‘unrelated’ relative.
Unfortunately, as I got older I began to
notice her a
bit more. And this time, not just as
Aunty Tope but as
a very pretty woman who I was going
to be more
than glad to F**K. She was in her early
forties and
more than 18years older than me but I
never cared! I
always had long-lasting erections
thinking about her!
Many times I had poured my Pour just
at the thought
of holding her b—–s which were
actually the most
beautiful things in her body! Even
though I have
caught her starring at me a lot of times,
I still haven’t
really felt she was interested in going in
with me.
Probably because of the age difference
but I was
dying within me to see her change her
mind. Mum
noticed the crush and had to call me on
a certain
occasion for explanations during which
I starkly
denied ever having any interest.
Needless to say, her
monitoring increased and she rarely
ever allowed the
two of us in the same rooms for too
long. Her
constant reference to Aunty Tope as a
loose woman
was enough to drive home why she
would think
Aunty Tope could F**K me. I wasn’t
seeing the
likelihood myself. At least until this
moment!

.
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AUNTY TOPE PART 1
.
I asked Aunty Tope again, to be sure
about what I
heard her say at first. And yes, she
repeated it. She
meant what I heard. She was even
motioning with
her protruded meat-filled mouth for me
to go ahead
fast! The itching seemed to be unusually
severe and
discomforting. She tried saying
something but the
meat in her mouth stifled her voice. She
could only
mutter some inaudible meaningless
sounds to which
I paid little attention.
“Get closer ma,” I managed to require,
doing my best
to keep my composure. If someone had
told me a
minute ago, that I would soon be in
such an awkward
position, I would have flatly argued the
possibility!
“Uhhmmmm….uhm…uhmmmm” she
growled again.
It was hard to get a word from her but
I seemed to
understand her to mean I should hurry.
So I began
dipping my hand into her denim
trousers.
As I did, the same scary question that
had being in
my head all along popped up one more
time “what if
mom comes into the kitchen?”. That
was a big
question I wasn’t sure what answer it
could get. Mum
should be tremendously happy to link
this rather
curious situation of ours to all her long
existing
suspicions. The earlier I went about
this, the better, it
seemed.
Initially, it kept proving too tight to
maneuver but
when I remembered that the hook was
still intact, I
was quick to go for it.
Aunty Tope as we called her was (in
simple
explanation) mum’s closest friend. She
attended the
Teacher’s Training College with mom
back in the days
and both graduated to become basic
school teachers.
Although mom progressed further and
have grown
to become a lecturer in the University.
Tope didn’t
have exactly the same story. She joined
the business
society and soon became far richer
than mum. She
was never married though and thus
always had all
the time in the world to make long
visits to our home.
She usually stayed several weeks before
leaving and
we all grew up knowing her to be some
kind of
inexplicably ‘unrelated’ relative.
Unfortunately, as I got older I began to
notice her a
bit more. And this time, not just as
Aunty Tope but as
a very pretty woman who I was going
to be more
than glad to F**K. She was in her early
forties and
more than 18years older than me but I
never cared! I
always had long-lasting erections
thinking about her!
Many times I had poured my Pour just
at the thought
of holding her b—–s which were
actually the most
beautiful things in her body! Even
though I have
caught her starring at me a lot of times,
I still haven’t
really felt she was interested in going in
with me.
Probably because of the age difference
but I was
dying within me to see her change her
mind. Mum
noticed the crush and had to call me on
a certain
occasion for explanations during which
I starkly
denied ever having any interest.
Needless to say, her
monitoring increased and she rarely
ever allowed the
two of us in the same rooms for too
long. Her
constant reference to Aunty Tope as a
loose woman
was enough to drive home why she
would think
Aunty Tope could F**K me. I wasn’t
seeing the
likelihood myself. At least until this
moment!

.
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MY FIRST NIGHT AS A FIRST CLASS PROSTITUTE PART 1 .

If anyone had told me six hours before now that I would be in a room with this aged fat man, all dressed looking like a first class ‘runs babe’, I would have argued with them. I stared around, looking almost confused. It was a Friday and Dorcas, my roommate, had called me to inform me of a birthday party happening later in the day. She called me from home, and although her plan when she was leaving school on Wednesday was to return to school on Sunday evening, she changed her mind and decided to come back to the hostel on Friday evening so she could attend the birthday bash of a popular rich man in Lagos. Dorcas is a party girl. The only thing that can make her not go for any big party in town is school exams. And we had finished our second semester exams on Tuesday, with few practicals left for the coming week, hence, her decision to go home on Wednesday and return on Sunday. It was as if Dorcas knew I was officially the ‘most bored person’ in the world that day when she put a call to me telling me about the said birthday bash which her school mother had invited her to. From the way she sounded on phone, there were lots of incentives attached to being present at the party. Meeting with top politicians and top influencers in the country (which I was not too keen about), going home with lots of cash if you know how to play your game quite well… (I didn’t know what that really meant, but was hoping everything would be just fine), and so many more! I just wanted to have fun in the company of my friends, get out of this my boredom state which I had been for 48 hours and return back with well… money! I knew that I was a smart girl (I still am), so no matter what games they might be planning for everybody present at the party to do to win some money, I was sure of myself. Just like Dorcas, I had no boyfriend but although Dorcas had been in and out of five relationships, I really could not figure out why I could not hold on to one. Most of the guys who had asked me out ended up irritating me… except Abiola. Abiola was studying Computer Science and he was about two levels above me. It was the fifth month since Abiola and I had been friends (although he was still waiting for my reply to his proposal). The ‘clean’ dark guy was, and is still cool, calm and collected. Unlike those other boys who just get me irritated with either their behaviors, orientation or their words, Abiola always knew when to talk, keep quiet and he was always making me laugh. Although I was deeply convinced that he was the one for me, I still dragged my reply to his proposal just to be sure of what I was getting into. “At least, he’s still better than all of those other unserious guys,” I had silently thought. “I will never allow him go. He’s the one for me,” I assured myself further. But Dorcas is a free bird; she had tried out about seven relationships that did not work out, they all ended even before they started. The last one ended dramatically and I was very thankful it ended at the time it did. Well… when Dorcas called me to intimate me on how we were going to meet, I wanted to ask her how her school mother, whom she had not seen in years, suddenly got across to her, to tell her about the gig happening later in the day. She was obviously in a rush to get off the phone so as to prepare and get back to school on time. When Dorcas arrived, we were both in a haste, and our dressing routine which usually takes two hours, ended in less than thirty-five minutes. Spotting a sheer tube dress that barely covered my bosoms and butt, with other parts of my body leaving much to be imagined, I was all set for the party. “Wheeeeeeeeeew!” Dorcas exclaimed when we were all set. “Omo, you’re simply hot.” With the both of us gaily dressed, a car was already waiting to pick us outside. It was later that I got to know that it was part of the arrangement for the gig; everyone is taken care of right from their doorsteps. When we finally got to the venue, I was thankful to God that I dressed like a ‘big babe’, although my parents would have to look twice to be sure it was their daughter they were actually seeing. We got to the venue few minutes before 11pm and there was music and various games for all the fine ladies and the ‘big men’. Looking around, I didn’t see any young boy that could conveniently fall into the category of the word ‘young’. The space was filled with ‘big old men’ and many young girls, but I was not bothered. As we moved more into the night, I noticed that Dorcas had drifted away from me, she was laughing off already in the company of two old men. At a point, I didn’t see her again and I just concluded she had gone to the other side of the space with her newly found friends. While I was doing my thing, my eyes got in contact with a pot-bellied man for the third time. I saw him as he finally got up, making a move towards me. . click on the link below to continue reading naijanoisemakers.com/2017/05/22/first-night-first-class-prostitute-part-1/

MY FIRST NIGHT AS A FIRST CLASS PROSTITUTE PART 1 .

If anyone had told me six hours before now that I would be in a room with this aged fat man, all dressed looking like a first class ‘runs babe’, I would have argued with them. I stared around, looking almost confused. It was a Friday and Dorcas, my roommate, had called me to inform me of a birthday party happening later in the day. She called me from home, and although her plan when she was leaving school on Wednesday was to return to school on Sunday evening, she changed her mind and decided to come back to the hostel on Friday evening so she could attend the birthday bash of a popular rich man in Lagos. Dorcas is a party girl. The only thing that can make her not go for any big party in town is school exams. And we had finished our second semester exams on Tuesday, with few practicals left for the coming week, hence, her decision to go home on Wednesday and return on Sunday. It was as if Dorcas knew I was officially the ‘most bored person’ in the world that day when she put a call to me telling me about the said birthday bash which her school mother had invited her to. From the way she sounded on phone, there were lots of incentives attached to being present at the party. Meeting with top politicians and top influencers in the country (which I was not too keen about), going home with lots of cash if you know how to play your game quite well… (I didn’t know what that really meant, but was hoping everything would be just fine), and so many more! I just wanted to have fun in the company of my friends, get out of this my boredom state which I had been for 48 hours and return back with well… money! I knew that I was a smart girl (I still am), so no matter what games they might be planning for everybody present at the party to do to win some money, I was sure of myself. Just like Dorcas, I had no boyfriend but although Dorcas had been in and out of five relationships, I really could not figure out why I could not hold on to one. Most of the guys who had asked me out ended up irritating me… except Abiola. Abiola was studying Computer Science and he was about two levels above me. It was the fifth month since Abiola and I had been friends (although he was still waiting for my reply to his proposal). The ‘clean’ dark guy was, and is still cool, calm and collected. Unlike those other boys who just get me irritated with either their behaviors, orientation or their words, Abiola always knew when to talk, keep quiet and he was always making me laugh. Although I was deeply convinced that he was the one for me, I still dragged my reply to his proposal just to be sure of what I was getting into. “At least, he’s still better than all of those other unserious guys,” I had silently thought. “I will never allow him go. He’s the one for me,” I assured myself further. But Dorcas is a free bird; she had tried out about seven relationships that did not work out, they all ended even before they started. The last one ended dramatically and I was very thankful it ended at the time it did. Well… when Dorcas called me to intimate me on how we were going to meet, I wanted to ask her how her school mother, whom she had not seen in years, suddenly got across to her, to tell her about the gig happening later in the day. She was obviously in a rush to get off the phone so as to prepare and get back to school on time. When Dorcas arrived, we were both in a haste, and our dressing routine which usually takes two hours, ended in less than thirty-five minutes. Spotting a sheer tube dress that barely covered my bosoms and butt, with other parts of my body leaving much to be imagined, I was all set for the party. “Wheeeeeeeeeew!” Dorcas exclaimed when we were all set. “Omo, you’re simply hot.” With the both of us gaily dressed, a car was already waiting to pick us outside. It was later that I got to know that it was part of the arrangement for the gig; everyone is taken care of right from their doorsteps. When we finally got to the venue, I was thankful to God that I dressed like a ‘big babe’, although my parents would have to look twice to be sure it was their daughter they were actually seeing. We got to the venue few minutes before 11pm and there was music and various games for all the fine ladies and the ‘big men’. Looking around, I didn’t see any young boy that could conveniently fall into the category of the word ‘young’. The space was filled with ‘big old men’ and many young girls, but I was not bothered. As we moved more into the night, I noticed that Dorcas had drifted away from me, she was laughing off already in the company of two old men. At a point, I didn’t see her again and I just concluded she had gone to the other side of the space with her newly found friends. While I was doing my thing, my eyes got in contact with a pot-bellied man for the third time. I saw him as he finally got up, making a move towards me. . click on the link below to continue reading naijanoisemakers.com/2017/05/22/first-night-first-class-prostitute-part-1/

PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (S*xed And
Betrayed) PART 1
.

***It all started like this***
Chyka and I inside brothel having a S£x. I
grabbed one bossom playing with the tip and
sU-Cking another one. Mouth producing a
sounds like of boorish while sU-Cking the
Tip;
Pka-pto pka-pto… I had no clue on what to
do with the b0s0m I was just holding it at
interval, pressing it like an orange, rubbing it
as if it is a wounded place which I am
applying embrocating. Chyka was m0an!ng,
groaning, grunting in pleasure, holding my
J0yst!ck and do justice to it. Toy with the
cap, rimming the tip, rubbing the body, sU-
Cking my boob, and smooching my balls as
well. Even my bumbum was not spared as it
was being spank, pressing” every time she
move her hand from my J0yst!ck. Chai, this
girl is a pro. The s£nsat!on was too much
for
me and I can’t take it no more. I only wanna
sah enter her womanliness as soon as
possible. Gosh, I was peeping into the
honey-
pot below, can you imagine, seen how red
net-p@nt looks like sending down message
to my
brain and spinning my head. How it shows
the shape of kitty-cat, it is another thing out
of the world. When chyka was discovered
that I was still a novice she quickly removed
her p@nt, la!d on bed and asked me to come
over. I was still peeping into her
womanliness, the pink color, cover with ever
militant black giant grass, amaze the hell out
of me. She put her hand under the pillow,
brought out the condom and wore it over my
J0yst!ck. Insert her finger inside a
spermatozoa cream cup, put little inside
kitty-cat, applied and rubbed the remaining
over the tip of my J0yst!ck. Put it inside; she
commanded. Fork me boy, spoil me, as she
is smooching her own b0s0m with left hand
and using the right hand rimming the cl!toris.
Wetin man go do? I sah quickly bent down in
missionary style and finding my way into her
kitty-cat. Still unable to locate the wall gosh.
Finding it difficult to put it exactly kitty-cat
hole ***mogbe*** .
She: **formin posh** don’t you see where to
put it; she asked.
I was dump and still holding my J0yst!ck,
rubbing it over the grass outside and snail
like skin, gosh’ wonder where her V-G
located. Chai, was all I could hear. She
grabbed my J0yst!ck and slotted it inside.
Oya’ common, fucccccck me harder; she
commanded. Chyka was already Hot. Her
womanliness is so wet like river niger.
I was going up and down like agama lizard.
Breathing heavily like a pig. When she see I
couldn’t do it faster just like she wants. She
was helping me with hands. Placed her legs
at my back, asking me to go up and coming
down faster. She said; haven’t you ever done
it before. I became naïve. After like 5 minute
of hard labour without praise, I spilled my
Pour. every parts of my body become stiff
and heavy.
She push me one side of the bed when I
refuse to stand up.
She stood up. Clean her womanliness.
Removed condom on my J0yst!ck, Handed
over a towel for me. Asking me to clean
myself as well, Which I did so.
Chyka: where is my money?
Me: how much?
Chyka: 2k
****mo gbéé*****
Me: *** eyes clear**** haaaaaa, but we
agreed on 1.5k before.
Chyka: ***frown*** common, with all the
wahala you took me through. Abegi, give me
2k jooh.
**i sah dipped my hand inside my pokect,
brought out my wallet and hand over 2k to
her*** .
Chyka: **smile** thanks, but haven’t you
ever
done this before?
Me: ***felling shy*** why asking?
Chyka: **clear throat** I was just imagine as
big as you are, you just acting like a fowl. No
sU-Ck, no rimming, even no hand thrust…
hhhhaaaa, you need “alomo bitter ooo” or
make you kuku fold your eyes and ti’raka
(endure) to buy “Amo bitter”.
Me: **feeling embarrass** haa, how wil you
be talking to your costumer like this?
Chyka: **lower her voice** sorry, it just that
woman like active man. And if I happen to be
your girlfriend, I won’t take this from you.
Haaa,
**raised eye brown**
Me: **indulging** but I sah tried?
Me: chai, your trying is a garbage
Me: **feelin embarass** ok, I wil try next
time sah.
Chyka: **shrugged** ko’ya try ni oo.
**picked
her dress and wore it** wo (look), I want
market outside jareh.
****We both dashed out at the
sametime”****.
Chyka is a S£x worker in one of the bigest
hotels in my neighborhood. It is being a
while
I have wanted to do this with her. But where
on earth wil I get the confidence to enter
brothel. But kongi nah bastards, and I don’t
know the three keywords which are ‘what’,
‘how’, and ‘why’, the urge to have s*x
keeping building up in my nerve. I just can’t
help matter myself this time. I sah gather
change, call her inside and to do the Fork
with her for the first time. Though, as it is
popularly saying that. the first day of
removing a virginity is indelible for the
woman, but as for the guy, it does not make
any difference. Today is the first day of
breaking my own virginity, no pain, no
wahala, no identification, even, there will be
no remembrance, Only the lack of clue on
how to handle woman on bed. But as the
sayin goes; an elder that is running inside a
wilderness, if something is not after him, he
must be after something. Today, I know my
manliness is not worthwhile, but I will totally
revenge my humilation. Might not be through
chyka no more, but through any available
kitty(ies) ever come my way. I carry this
thought over my heart for a very long time,
until the jinx is broken.
***chai, “then” it later becomes bomb***
.
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PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (S*xed And
Betrayed) PART 1
.

***It all started like this***
Chyka and I inside brothel having a S£x. I
grabbed one bossom playing with the tip and
sU-Cking another one. Mouth producing a
sounds like of boorish while sU-Cking the
Tip;
Pka-pto pka-pto… I had no clue on what to
do with the b0s0m I was just holding it at
interval, pressing it like an orange, rubbing it
as if it is a wounded place which I am
applying embrocating. Chyka was m0an!ng,
groaning, grunting in pleasure, holding my
J0yst!ck and do justice to it. Toy with the
cap, rimming the tip, rubbing the body, sU-
Cking my boob, and smooching my balls as
well. Even my bumbum was not spared as it
was being spank, pressing” every time she
move her hand from my J0yst!ck. Chai, this
girl is a pro. The s£nsat!on was too much
for
me and I can’t take it no more. I only wanna
sah enter her womanliness as soon as
possible. Gosh, I was peeping into the
honey-
pot below, can you imagine, seen how red
net-p@nt looks like sending down message
to my
brain and spinning my head. How it shows
the shape of kitty-cat, it is another thing out
of the world. When chyka was discovered
that I was still a novice she quickly removed
her p@nt, la!d on bed and asked me to come
over. I was still peeping into her
womanliness, the pink color, cover with ever
militant black giant grass, amaze the hell out
of me. She put her hand under the pillow,
brought out the condom and wore it over my
J0yst!ck. Insert her finger inside a
spermatozoa cream cup, put little inside
kitty-cat, applied and rubbed the remaining
over the tip of my J0yst!ck. Put it inside; she
commanded. Fork me boy, spoil me, as she
is smooching her own b0s0m with left hand
and using the right hand rimming the cl!toris.
Wetin man go do? I sah quickly bent down in
missionary style and finding my way into her
kitty-cat. Still unable to locate the wall gosh.
Finding it difficult to put it exactly kitty-cat
hole ***mogbe*** .
She: **formin posh** don’t you see where to
put it; she asked.
I was dump and still holding my J0yst!ck,
rubbing it over the grass outside and snail
like skin, gosh’ wonder where her V-G
located. Chai, was all I could hear. She
grabbed my J0yst!ck and slotted it inside.
Oya’ common, fucccccck me harder; she
commanded. Chyka was already Hot. Her
womanliness is so wet like river niger.
I was going up and down like agama lizard.
Breathing heavily like a pig. When she see I
couldn’t do it faster just like she wants. She
was helping me with hands. Placed her legs
at my back, asking me to go up and coming
down faster. She said; haven’t you ever done
it before. I became naïve. After like 5 minute
of hard labour without praise, I spilled my
Pour. every parts of my body become stiff
and heavy.
She push me one side of the bed when I
refuse to stand up.
She stood up. Clean her womanliness.
Removed condom on my J0yst!ck, Handed
over a towel for me. Asking me to clean
myself as well, Which I did so.
Chyka: where is my money?
Me: how much?
Chyka: 2k
****mo gbéé*****
Me: *** eyes clear**** haaaaaa, but we
agreed on 1.5k before.
Chyka: ***frown*** common, with all the
wahala you took me through. Abegi, give me
2k jooh.
**i sah dipped my hand inside my pokect,
brought out my wallet and hand over 2k to
her*** .
Chyka: **smile** thanks, but haven’t you
ever
done this before?
Me: ***felling shy*** why asking?
Chyka: **clear throat** I was just imagine as
big as you are, you just acting like a fowl. No
sU-Ck, no rimming, even no hand thrust…
hhhhaaaa, you need “alomo bitter ooo” or
make you kuku fold your eyes and ti’raka
(endure) to buy “Amo bitter”.
Me: **feeling embarrass** haa, how wil you
be talking to your costumer like this?
Chyka: **lower her voice** sorry, it just that
woman like active man. And if I happen to be
your girlfriend, I won’t take this from you.
Haaa,
**raised eye brown**
Me: **indulging** but I sah tried?
Me: chai, your trying is a garbage
Me: **feelin embarass** ok, I wil try next
time sah.
Chyka: **shrugged** ko’ya try ni oo.
**picked
her dress and wore it** wo (look), I want
market outside jareh.
****We both dashed out at the
sametime”****.
Chyka is a S£x worker in one of the bigest
hotels in my neighborhood. It is being a
while
I have wanted to do this with her. But where
on earth wil I get the confidence to enter
brothel. But kongi nah bastards, and I don’t
know the three keywords which are ‘what’,
‘how’, and ‘why’, the urge to have s*x
keeping building up in my nerve. I just can’t
help matter myself this time. I sah gather
change, call her inside and to do the Fork
with her for the first time. Though, as it is
popularly saying that. the first day of
removing a virginity is indelible for the
woman, but as for the guy, it does not make
any difference. Today is the first day of
breaking my own virginity, no pain, no
wahala, no identification, even, there will be
no remembrance, Only the lack of clue on
how to handle woman on bed. But as the
sayin goes; an elder that is running inside a
wilderness, if something is not after him, he
must be after something. Today, I know my
manliness is not worthwhile, but I will totally
revenge my humilation. Might not be through
chyka no more, but through any available
kitty(ies) ever come my way. I carry this
thought over my heart for a very long time,
until the jinx is broken.
***chai, “then” it later becomes bomb***
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UNDERNEATH THE HIJAB (18+) PART 1 .
I’m a big fan of women that are taboo. They represent a conquest, a challenge, an accomplishment that you can secretly smile to yourself about. There’s something exciting about pretty girls who wear (long) hijabs. They give you only a glimpse of their beauty leaving your mind to wonder what lies beneath the surface. Sometimes beneath the luster of the silky fabric, you can see the outline of enormous breasts. That drives me over the edge and I start to fantasize about what it would be like to experience them in bed. The first girlfriend I had during my undergraduate days was one of them. Nobody thought I would succeed with her. Her name was Zainab and she was a devout muslim. I mean she didn’t shake hands with boys, she never showed her hair and she never missed her fasting and prayers. We took some classes together and occasionally, we worked on some assignments together. I was friends with her for two years before I actually let her know how I felt about her. She was one person I thought I would be last with all the way to the end. She had grown comfortable with me and we had become inseparable on campus. We never had any time alone together because we both lived with our parents at the time. However I had an office as a student since I worked part time. One Saturday, we found ourselves in the office. Alone. Together. For the first time. It was like being 13 again. I knew she had never been with a man before or even had a boyfriend. She had never been kissed or touched or held before. Completely innocent. We were sitting in the office working on a programming assignment together. When we were done, we starting talking about her innocence and why she had chosen to live the way she did. Before long I was able to convince her that she wouldn’t burst into flames if I held her hand. It took some patience on my part but eventually she became comfortable holding me. My hands moved to her thighs and with some resistance, she starting asking what I was doing. I told her to relax and I reassured her that I would be gentle. I caressed her thighs gently, running my hands over the tights she had beneath her outer garment. She felt so good and considering that it was my first time with her, I reveled in the moment. I could tell that she enjoyed it even though she kept telling me to stop. As I loosened up her garment, I caught my first glimpse of what her breasts looked like. They were big but not huge. A small D I think. My hands wandered from her thighs to cup them but she was having none of it. She covered them across with her left hand still asking what I was doing. And once again I had to reassure her that if she didn’t like it after I started, I would stop instantly. She resisted but eventually I had my palm on her top, gently caressing one of her breasts. It was an amazing feel. “Who’s teaching you all this?”, she asked as I leaned in to kiss the little cleavage she had exposed. I could sense that her words were slurred because of what she was experiencing. My hands wandered through the open part of her low cut top to feel her actual Bosom. Skin- to-skin. I enjoyed playing “find the Tip” with her Bosom as I searched frantically for what seemed like forever inside her bra. I raised her top eventually, enough to access her bra. And without taking it off completely, I had both breasts out. They were much lighter in complexion than her face and the sight of them was entrancing. Soon I was gently suckling them and I could feel her hands on my hair, caressing my head as I sucked, licked and kissed her Tips. I tried in vain to stuff as much of her breasts as I could into my mouth but they were too big. “Where did you learn this?”, she asked again. “You’re a bad boy.” This time, she had no resistance left. I took my time to explore her breasts with my fingers and my tongue. They kept me busy for ages and as my erection grew harder and harder, I could feel pre-Pour leaking onto my boxers. I didn’t want anything more. I wanted her to be comfortable first before we went any further. Soon she was directing me. Lick the other one. Come back to this one. In my mind, conquering Rome wouldn’t have been as satisfying. I had broken down the first barrier. And they said I wouldn’t succeed. I wish they could see me now.
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UNDERNEATH THE HIJAB (18+) PART 1 .
I’m a big fan of women that are taboo. They represent a conquest, a challenge, an accomplishment that you can secretly smile to yourself about. There’s something exciting about pretty girls who wear (long) hijabs. They give you only a glimpse of their beauty leaving your mind to wonder what lies beneath the surface. Sometimes beneath the luster of the silky fabric, you can see the outline of enormous breasts. That drives me over the edge and I start to fantasize about what it would be like to experience them in bed. The first girlfriend I had during my undergraduate days was one of them. Nobody thought I would succeed with her. Her name was Zainab and she was a devout muslim. I mean she didn’t shake hands with boys, she never showed her hair and she never missed her fasting and prayers. We took some classes together and occasionally, we worked on some assignments together. I was friends with her for two years before I actually let her know how I felt about her. She was one person I thought I would be last with all the way to the end. She had grown comfortable with me and we had become inseparable on campus. We never had any time alone together because we both lived with our parents at the time. However I had an office as a student since I worked part time. One Saturday, we found ourselves in the office. Alone. Together. For the first time. It was like being 13 again. I knew she had never been with a man before or even had a boyfriend. She had never been kissed or touched or held before. Completely innocent. We were sitting in the office working on a programming assignment together. When we were done, we starting talking about her innocence and why she had chosen to live the way she did. Before long I was able to convince her that she wouldn’t burst into flames if I held her hand. It took some patience on my part but eventually she became comfortable holding me. My hands moved to her thighs and with some resistance, she starting asking what I was doing. I told her to relax and I reassured her that I would be gentle. I caressed her thighs gently, running my hands over the tights she had beneath her outer garment. She felt so good and considering that it was my first time with her, I reveled in the moment. I could tell that she enjoyed it even though she kept telling me to stop. As I loosened up her garment, I caught my first glimpse of what her breasts looked like. They were big but not huge. A small D I think. My hands wandered from her thighs to cup them but she was having none of it. She covered them across with her left hand still asking what I was doing. And once again I had to reassure her that if she didn’t like it after I started, I would stop instantly. She resisted but eventually I had my palm on her top, gently caressing one of her breasts. It was an amazing feel. “Who’s teaching you all this?”, she asked as I leaned in to kiss the little cleavage she had exposed. I could sense that her words were slurred because of what she was experiencing. My hands wandered through the open part of her low cut top to feel her actual Bosom. Skin- to-skin. I enjoyed playing “find the Tip” with her Bosom as I searched frantically for what seemed like forever inside her bra. I raised her top eventually, enough to access her bra. And without taking it off completely, I had both breasts out. They were much lighter in complexion than her face and the sight of them was entrancing. Soon I was gently suckling them and I could feel her hands on my hair, caressing my head as I sucked, licked and kissed her Tips. I tried in vain to stuff as much of her breasts as I could into my mouth but they were too big. “Where did you learn this?”, she asked again. “You’re a bad boy.” This time, she had no resistance left. I took my time to explore her breasts with my fingers and my tongue. They kept me busy for ages and as my erection grew harder and harder, I could feel pre-Pour leaking onto my boxers. I didn’t want anything more. I wanted her to be comfortable first before we went any further. Soon she was directing me. Lick the other one. Come back to this one. In my mind, conquering Rome wouldn’t have been as satisfying. I had broken down the first barrier. And they said I wouldn’t succeed. I wish they could see me now.
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