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The Love Peddler




Kween Sheba



© 2022 The work is a fiction. All the names do not refer to real people or places.

Cover artwork: Courtesy Dreamstime


Rita grew up in a dysfunctional home. Her mother separated from her father and things remained uneasy. The man that was supposed to be her step-father sexually violated her. That marked the beginning of an unpleasant lifestyle. She became a love peddler, and even with opportunities to quit, she preferred to remain one.



CAUTION: This story contains many explicit sex scenes.



Growing up was not an easy thing for me. Things were not meant to be so bad, but they always turned out to be. When I was ten, mum decide that she had had enough of dad.

“Rita, your daddy is such a useless man,” mum had said repeatedly. “So, because I could only give him two daughters, he went on to impregnate another woman outside.”

It was the end of her relationship with dad. As soon as she moved us out of the house, dad brought the other woman in. Mum was a caterer and was into confectionery. She was not doing quite bad, so she believed she could raise my sister and me up as a single mother. We lived in a mini flat at Isolo, Lagos, and had high hopes. When I was twelve, my mom met a man that later moved in with us. I did not like him much and mom knew it, but that did not stop her inviting from him to move in with us after only starting a relationship with him for a few months.

Since he did not really marry mum, we called him ‘Uncle’. He appeared to be slightly older than mum, and I wondered why he left his family to be living with another. Mum said he worked in a bottling company at Ikeja. It did not take us long to realize that was a heavy drinker, and would always get drunk. He tried to appear friendly and was buying things for us, but I always suspected that he was no good. Mum was still beautiful and I often wondered if she could not have got a better man.

I must say that he appeared to be spending a lot on mum. He would call her darling and fuss over her. I guessed mum was carried away by all these. Long after Uncle Pascal had comfortably settled down, he would tease me on how beautiful I was. Of course, that was in the absence of mum. My junior sister, Esther, was always with mum in her shop. Many times, I would be alone with Uncle Pascal.

There were some days when I just came back from school that he would put his hands up my school skirt and fondled my vagina through my panties. I had managed to grab his hand and stop him pushing his fingers inside me. He would squeeze my tits when no one as watching and this became a daily occurrence.

I could bear it no more. One day, I summoned the courage to tell mum as we were preparing evening food in the small kitchen.

“Mummy, there’s something I need to tell you,” I started.

“Yes, what is it?”

All of a sudden, my courage failed me. How would I put it? Would she believe me? What if …?”
“Yes, what is it?” she asked again.

“Actually, it’s about Uncle Pascal,” I said reluctantly.

“What about him?”

“He … he was touching me on …”

To my surprise, mum did not let me finish the sentence. “Shut up!” she barked. “So, you think you can lie against Pascal. You don’t think I know about your new wayward life. The landlord’s son, Yinka, or what’s his name; you don’t know that I’m aware something is going on between the two of you?”

I was shocked and I kept silent. It was true Yinka, the undergraduate landlord’s son, was showing some interest in me and we occasionally chatted, but it was nothing serious, at least so far. Why did mum not even hear me to the end?

The Love Peddler: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-love-peddler/46255

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Hopefully, it's going to be fierce romance? I want my dick to rise and strong like the rock of Gibraltar when reading it.

Not a fan, but I want to be a fan now.

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kweensheba:

Hello, dear friends


Happy new year to all of us. This story will not affect the other ones.


welcome aboard.


Ann2012
Jaylynn
daddio
aprilwise
BigBasher
Destinylink
PraisesPblaze
shegzy8
ashatoda
Nyenatetan
frankd35
royalguy123
bigpee11
BigDebbie
BigBasher
Lakesc

And many others

(Please, don't be offended if I did not mention your name)






The Love Peddler




Kween Sheba



© 2022 The work is a fiction. All the names do not refer to real people or places.

Cover artwork: Courtesy Dreamstime


Rita grew up in a dysfunctional home. Her mother separated from her father and things remained uneasy. The man that was supposed to be her step-father sexually violated her. That marked the beginning of an unpleasant lifestyle. She became a love peddler, and even with opportunities to quit, she preferred to remain one.



CAUTION: This story contains many explicit sex scenes.



Growing up was not an easy thing for me. Things were not meant to be so bad, but they always turned out to be. When I was ten, mum decide that she had had enough of dad.

“Rita, your daddy is such a useless man,” mum had said repeatedly. “So, because I could only give him two daughters, he went on to impregnate another woman outside.”

It was the end of her relationship with dad. As soon as she moved us out of the house, dad brought the other woman in. Mum was a caterer and was into confectionery. She was not doing quite bad, so she believed she could raise my sister and me up as a single mother. We lived in a mini flat at Isolo, Lagos, and had high hopes. When I was twelve, my mom met a man that later moved in with us. I did not like him much and mom knew it, but that did not stop her inviting from him to move in with us after only starting a relationship with him for a few months.

Since he did not really marry mum, we called him ‘Uncle’. He appeared to be slightly older than mum, and I wondered why he left his family to be living with another. Mum said he worked in a bottling company at Ikeja. It did not take us long to realize that was a heavy drinker, and would always get drunk. He tried to appear friendly and was buying things for us, but I always suspected that he was no good. Mum was still beautiful and I often wondered if she could not have got a better man.

I must say that he appeared to be spending a lot on mum. He would call her darling and fuss over her. I guessed mum was carried away by all these. Long after Uncle Pascal had comfortably settled down, he would tease me on how beautiful I was. Of course, that was in the absence of mum. My junior sister, Esther, was always with mum in her shop. Many times, I would be alone with Uncle Pascal.

There were some days when I just came back from school that he would put his hands up my school skirt and fondled my vagina through my panties. I had managed to grab his hand and stop him pushing his fingers inside me. He would squeeze my tits when no one as watching and this became a daily occurrence.

I could bear it no more. One day, I summoned the courage to tell mum as we were preparing evening food in the small kitchen.

“Mummy, there’s something I need to tell you,” I started.

“Yes, what is it?”

All of a sudden, my courage failed me. How would I put it? Would she believe me? What if …?”
“Yes, what is it?” she asked again.

“Actually, it’s about Uncle Pascal,” I said reluctantly.

“What about him?”

“He … he was touching me on …”

To my surprise, mum did not let me finish the sentence. “Shut up!” she barked. “So, you think you can lie against Pascal. You don’t think I know about your new wayward life. The landlord’s son, Yinka, or what’s his name; you don’t know that I’m aware something is going on between the two of you?”

I was shocked and I kept silent. It was true Yinka, the undergraduate landlord’s son, was showing some interest in me and we occasionally chatted, but it was nothing serious, at least so far. Why did mum not even hear me to the end?

The Love Peddler: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-love-peddler/46255

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I was shocked and I kept silent. It was true Yinka, the undergraduate landlord’s son, was showing some interest in me and we occasionally chatted, but it was nothing serious, at least so far. Why did mum not even hear me to the end?

Uncle Pascal continued his amorous moves and I continued to rebuff him. In my final year in the secondary school, just before my seventeenth birthday, he came up behind in the kitchen, pinned me to the cupboard and yanked my skirt up until it was around my waist. I struggled against him but he seemed very determined that day. He managed to get his hands down the back of my knickers and dipped a finger into my vagina. I could feel his hard cock pressing against the side of my leg through the jeans trousers he was wearing.

“When are you going to let me bang that fresh thing between your thigh?” he demanded.

“Leave me alone, leave me alone o,” I managed to say.

“Come on. You know you want it. I want to fill that your young thing with hot cum,” he moaned and pushed a second finger into me.

Again, I tried to push him away from me, but he was much bigger and much stronger.

“Rita!” a voice suddenly called. It was mum’s voice and she was in the sitting-room. Uncle Pascal quickly let go of me.

“She’s in the kitchen trying to prepare food,” he answered, adjusted his trousers, took a cup and left me in the kitchen. I found myself breathing hard. How I wished mum had come straight to the kitchen and had caught Uncle Pascal sexually molesting me.

Some days later, Yinka invited me to a restaurant and bar for a special treat. I had told him about my upcoming birthday and he said I deserved a special treat. It was a Friday late afternoon and my seventeenth birthday was on Sunday. By now, the relationship between Yinka and me was good enough for me to call him my boyfriend.

At the joint, he bought good food and drinks. Everything appeared to be going well, but it was like I was drinking a little more than I needed. He and I had found a concealed corner and we started making out. I opened my legs a little and he pushed his hand up my skirt, moved my knickers to the side and pushed two fingers straight into my wet pussy. I started to moan and rub his hard dick through his trousers.

“Do it harder,” I begged and moaned.

He started banging his fingers into me as fast as he could, his knuckles hitting the inside of my legs with each thrust. My whole body started to shudder as I had an orgasm and I could feel my pussy juices running down my thighs.



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He started banging his fingers into me as fast as he could, his knuckles hitting the inside of my legs with each thrust. My whole body started to shudder as I had an orgasm and I could feel my pussy juices running down my thighs.

“When are you going to let us show true love to each other?” he asked.

“You know I’m a virgin,” I replied.

“I know,” he said. “I want to be the first guy to do it with you.”

I smiled and gave him a peck. “Well, if you don’t mind, I can suck you,” I offered.

He grunted in agreement. I dropped to my knees in front of him. Slowly, I pulled the zip down on his trousers and pulled his hard cock out. I stroked it up a down for a few seconds and then dropped my head into his lap. I took his cock into my mouth and started to suck on it and run my tongue delicately around the tip, the way I had seen some ladies do it on X-rated videos. I bobbed my head up and down taking his hard on deeper and deeper into my mouth.

“Ahhh, yes baby. I am going to cum. Let me make real, real love to you, baby,” he cried out. “Let me cum in you.”

I ignored him and wanked his dick harder in my mouth until he started to grunt and flood my mouth with cum. I held it all in my mouth until he stopped coming and then swallowed it.

I stood up while he put his cock away. He looked a bit satisfied.

“Let me go to the Ladies to clean up,” I said. After washing my mouth out, I went back to meet him. It was getting to evening time. I must be home before mum would come.

“Shall we go,” I said. “I want to be come before mummy arrives.”

He nodded and we left the bar. We had come to the place in one of his father’s cars. As he drove me home, I told him I appreciated the special treat he had given me.

“You will still get your birthday gift tomorrow,” he said with a grin. When we got to the door to my mom’s flat, he kissed me, feeling up my tits a little.







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Hello, dear friends


Happy new year to all of us. This story will not affect the other ones.


welcome aboard.


Ann2012
Jaylynn
daddio
aprilwise
BigBasher
Destinylink
PraisesPblaze
shegzy8
ashatoda
Nyenatetan
frankd35
royalguy123
bigpee11
BigDebbie
BigBasher
Lakesc

And many others

(Please, don't be offended if I did not mention your name)






The Love Peddler




Kween Sheba



© 2022 The work is a fiction. All the names do not refer to real people or places.

Cover artwork: Courtesy Dreamstime


Rita grew up in a dysfunctional home. Her mother separated from her father and things remained uneasy. The man that was supposed to be her step-father sexually violated her. That marked the beginning of an unpleasant lifestyle. She became a love peddler, and even with opportunities to quit, she preferred to remain one.



CAUTION: This story contains many explicit sex scenes.



Growing up was not an easy thing for me. Things were not meant to be so bad, but they always turned out to be. When I was ten, mum decide that she had had enough of dad.

“Rita, your daddy is such a useless man,” mum had said repeatedly. “So, because I could only give him two daughters, he went on to impregnate another woman outside.”

It was the end of her relationship with dad. As soon as she moved us out of the house, dad brought the other woman in. Mum was a caterer and was into confectionery. She was not doing quite bad, so she believed she could raise my sister and me up as a single mother. We lived in a mini flat at Isolo, Lagos, and had high hopes. When I was twelve, my mom met a man that later moved in with us. I did not like him much and mom knew it, but that did not stop her inviting from him to move in with us after only starting a relationship with him for a few months.

Since he did not really marry mum, we called him ‘Uncle’. He appeared to be slightly older than mum, and I wondered why he left his family to be living with another. Mum said he worked in a bottling company at Ikeja. It did not take us long to realize that was a heavy drinker, and would always get drunk. He tried to appear friendly and was buying things for us, but I always suspected that he was no good. Mum was still beautiful and I often wondered if she could not have got a better man.

I must say that he appeared to be spending a lot on mum. He would call her darling and fuss over her. I guessed mum was carried away by all these. Long after Uncle Pascal had comfortably settled down, he would tease me on how beautiful I was. Of course, that was in the absence of mum. My junior sister, Esther, was always with mum in her shop. Many times, I would be alone with Uncle Pascal.

There were some days when I just came back from school that he would put his hands up my school skirt and fondled my vagina through my panties. I had managed to grab his hand and stop him pushing his fingers inside me. He would squeeze my tits when no one as watching and this became a daily occurrence.

I could bear it no more. One day, I summoned the courage to tell mum as we were preparing evening food in the small kitchen.

“Mummy, there’s something I need to tell you,” I started.

“Yes, what is it?”

All of a sudden, my courage failed me. How would I put it? Would she believe me? What if …?”
“Yes, what is it?” she asked again.

“Actually, it’s about Uncle Pascal,” I said reluctantly.

“What about him?”

“He … he was touching me on …”

To my surprise, mum did not let me finish the sentence. “Shut up!” she barked. “So, you think you can lie against Pascal. You don’t think I know about your new wayward life. The landlord’s son, Yinka, or what’s his name; you don’t know that I’m aware something is going on between the two of you?”

I was shocked and I kept silent. It was true Yinka, the undergraduate landlord’s son, was showing some interest in me and we occasionally chatted, but it was nothing serious, at least so far. Why did mum not even hear me to the end?

The Love Peddler: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-love-peddler/46255

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