This is my new short erotica story. Please note that this story has strong adult language.

Chapter 1

It had become my Friday routine to meet up with Joy at a hotel on the mainland and have mind blowing sex. That alone kept me going all week long. Even when I have terrible days with frustrating clients, I would just remind myself that it won’t be long till Friday, and I would immediately feel great again.

I came from nothing to something, and even though I had money now, I still looked rugged. My father hustled all his life and died broke, and then I did every hustle you can think of in Lagos, before I got lucky at thirty to make it as a real estate agent on the Island. I guess the culmination of my dad’s struggles and mine was deep rooted in my DNA, and that was what gave me my ugly look. I had a drinking body that called me the black Shrek. I never took offence to it, because my confidence wasn’t dependent on my looks.

I would have said Joy agreed to be Bleep buddie because I had money, but that wouldn’t be totally true, because she had money too. In fact, I met her when she was looking for land to expand her primary school. At just 28, she was a millionaire with multiple streams of income. Even though I handled the drinks and refreshments whenever hooked up, she always paid for the hotel room. She would get there first, get the room, and then send me the room number. 204 was the number today, and as I drove into the hotel car park, I started repeating the number over and over.

I usually park at the rare end of the hotel and enter through the back entrance, which passed through the kitchen. When I stepped out of my Mercedes, I noticed another Benz parked a few meters away. There was a spot for another car between us, and the couple got a good view of my car. They were in a C Class, while mine was an S Class.

“His Benz is bigger.” I overhead the girl say. The guy went on to say he bet he had a bigger dick than me though, and the girl laughed.
I smiled and adjusted collar of my black polo top as I walked towards hotel entrance. I wondered why most people have the belief that muscular guys have small dicks. I didn’t know if it was true for the majority, but I all I knew was I was built like a horse and I also had a horse dick.

The elevator doors swung open just as I was getting to it, and a lady from the kitchen stepped out. She was dressed in chef clothing, complete with the white hat. I greeted her with a head nod and jumped into the elevator before the doors closed shut.

204. 204. I started reciting the room number again in the quiet elevator. It wasn’t like I couldn’t look at the text on my phone to get the room number, but I had picked up a habit of always memorizing everything. The brain muscles also get stronger through exercise, and it was a new goal of mine to make my brain as strong as possible.

The elevator doors opened up on the hotel’s second floor; in front of me was a corridor containing about a dozen rooms. I walked into the deserted corridor loving the silence; that was one thing I loved about hotels.

The room was the third on the right, with 204 at the top of the wooden door. I knocked twice and waited. I could hear the silent buzzing sound of the AC, and the voice of a white man saying something about Ghazi strip. And then the room got quiet; she had turned down the volume of the TV.

“Yemi?” She called out my name and I answered with a Yes. I heard the mechanical sound of the door lock system, and then the door creaked open. Standing in front of me was my dark skinned, curvy and petite joy, completely naked.

By the way, this story has 7 chapters. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 2

I was naked, sitting on the couch in the hotel room and Joy was riding me, reverse cowgirl style. She let out silent moans as she bounced on my dick, and her hair was all over the place. It was cool watching her boobs bounce up and down in the wall mirror in front of us. Petite girls with big breasts had always been my thing, and Joy was the perfect prototype of that. The more I watched those c cups go up and down on her chest, the more aroused I got.

Joy rested on me for a few seconds when she got tired, and she slowly got off me. My dick was wet and slimy, and rock hard. This was our second sex session of the night, and we had been fucking for about an hour long in different positions, but it usually took me long to cum the second time around. She got on her knees and started giving me a hand job. I leaned back on the couch, picked up my glass cup from the side of the couch and took a sip of orange juice and whisky mixture I had been sipping all night.

I let out a low moan when I felt her wet lips on my dick. She sucked my dick for a few seconds, and then started licking it like it was an ice cream cone. After doing that for a few minutes, she got up to pack her hair properly to the back, and then got on me. Facing me now, she inserted my dick in her pussy and with her eyes closed she gently took the entire length of dick in before she started riding me. It felt good having her soft breasts rubbing against my chest. The feeling got elevated even more when we started kissing as she continued to slowly ride my dick. Even though we were not dating, I didn’t have any other girl in my life, and passionate kisses with Joy put me on another level of ecstasy that sex alone didn’t.

I started getting a tingle feeling in my dick which meant I was getting closer to busting my load. “I’m about to cum,” I whispered in her ear, and she rode me for a few more seconds before getting off me. Even though we usually Bleep without condom, I never came inside of her. That was our rule. She got on her knees and started giving me a really fast hand job, with my dick just below her breasts. I closed my eyes and felt the build up inside of me. The lava was about to erupt.

I let out a loud moan as the first splurge of semen shot out my dick; she blinked and moved back a bit as she hadn’t expected it to come out with such ferocity. Three more shots like that from my dick, before semen started to just drip out on her boobs, and my dick slowly deflated. Joy licked cum off my dick cap, and it made my dick pulsate. She looked up at me with a smile and then laughed a little before getting up, and turning around. Her cute little butt jiggled as she walked off to the bathroom.

Nice on a wet Thursday morning

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Nice on a wet Thursday morning

Abi o

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Chapter 3

As always, we would fucck a few times at night, eat, and then fall asleep to a movie. But what I always looked out for was the morning after sex. It always feels great having sex early in the morning, after a good night rest. This time was no different. It was 4:30 am, Saturday morning, and I was fucking Joy in the lizard position; hearing her moan was music to my ears.

We ended things off in the spooning position, which is one of my favorite positions. I love the side to side feel to it; my chest to her back, my pelvis slamming on her soft potable ass, while my hand held on to her voluptuous boobs. “Yemi. Oooh! Yemi. Oooh! Ooooh!” She called out my name between moans as I upped the tempo of the fucking because I was approaching orgasm. For a second, I got temped to throw caution to the wind and bust inside her, but the thought of how complicated things might get if I cum inside her made me change my mind. I pulled out quickly, and she rolled over on her back, realizing I was about to cum. I got on top of her, in the kneeling position, with my knees on both sides of her on the bed, while I jacked off fast till I let out a muffled moan and offloaded my cum on her boobs. It was the third round of the night, and the semen wasn’t that much.

When I had let every last drop drip on her chest, I lay back on the bed, and she grabbed the box of serviette by the bedside stool. “What are you doing later today?” She asked as she wiped off cum from her chest.
“Hmm…I’m going over to my new site in Epe.”
“Oh. Yours or something you’re trying to sell?”
“Mine.”
“That’s nice.”
“Yea, I’m trying to build…”
“One second.” She said and headed to the bathroom to dispose the serviette. “So…you want to build like a four flat building on it?” She said when she returned.
“Nah, I’m building a forty room hostel on it; there is a university satellite campus close to the land.”
“That’s nice; Great investment.” She said as she got back in bed and started rubbing my chest.
“What about you? What are your plans for today?”
“I have a wedding to attend.”
“Oh!”
“Yea, you know how I hate attending weddings.” She said and I laughed lightly. “So, I was wondering if we could meet up for drinks later today; maybe around 7pm…or 8.”
“Umm…I should be done by then. That would be cool.”
“Okay. Cool.” She said jumped off the bed. “I need a quick shower before I head out.”

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Joy left the hotel after her shower, but I stayed back to watch a little TV and checked out at 5:30 am. There was nothing I was going to do at home, so I decided to drive straight to my site in Epe. It was about an hour journey from where I was at this time, but if I decided to wait till Lagos traffic kicks in, it might take me three hours to get there. So, I thought it was a great idea.

I had just driven past Victoria Garden City gate on Lekki express way when I saw a police check point up ahead. “Not now.” I said under my breath. It wasn’t like I didn’t have all my car papers complete, but Nigerian police hate seeing young guys in flashy cars. “Bleep!” I cursed when they waved me down.

I slowed down the car, and parked on the side of the road a few meters away from them. It was still a bit dark, and I turned on the inner light of my car as I waited for the approaching police men. I felt it was weird that the three of them were walking towards my car at the same time, hurriedly at that.

“Come down.” One of them said to me. He was by my side of the car, while the other two were on the other side of the car.
“Make he stay inside car first.” One of the police on the other side of the car said to his colleague. I wondered what was going on; police weren’t usually this aggressive.

“Comot your shirt.” The one by my side said and I realized I was actually being robbed. “I go shoot now.” He said and hit me on the head with the butt of the gun in his hand when I didn’t budge. I quickly complied with him, and pulled off my polo shirt. “Move! Move!” He said and made me move to the passenger’s side of the car as he got into the car. “Oya, commot.”

Slowly, with fear for my life, I opened the door and got out of the car. One of the guy’s had already gotten into the back seat, and the last one was waiting for me to get out of the way so he could get into the front passenger seat of the Benz. With my hands still in the air, I gave the guy a head butt and tackled him to the ground. His rifle had fallen to the side of the road in the scuffle and I gave him two punches to the face before getting off him and trying to reach for the gun. But the guy at the back seat was now out of car. I heard him cocking his gun, and when I spun around, the barrel of a stainless steel pistol was right in my face. Click! Click! He pulled the trigger, but the gun jammed. I charged at him, pushed him out of the way and ran off in the opposite direction.

“Enter make we dey go.” The guy by at the wheel shouted out. I kept running, not looking back for a second. Seconds later, I heard the car zoom off.

Chapter 4

I could have gotten myself killed fighting those robbers, but I had acted purely on instincts, without a second to think. In life, you never know how you are going to react in certain situations till you are in that situation. I saw an opportunity and I took it; who knows if they would have shot me in the chest after getting the car if I didn’t fight. I would never know.

It was 7am now, bright, and people started looking at me strangely as I walked around in jeans and a white singlet that had been muddied up from my scuffle with one of the robbers. I had gotten off the express way now, and was walking aimlessly down a road off the express. The adrenaline spike from the fight still had my heart beating fast, and I was trying to walk it off before making my next move.

My Mercedes had a tracker attached to it, so it would be quiet easy to locate. All I had to do was contact the tracking company I had used. But the issue was that my phone was in the armrest storage. I had always been scared of the damage that prolonged exposure to phone rays would do to the male reproductive organ, and so I always kept my phone either in the glove compartment or armrest storage whenever I was in the car.

The stares from people was now becoming too much and I needed to think of something to do fast. I still had my wallet with me, in my back pocket, and I had Joy’s company card in it. I could call her to pick me up. But I needed a phone. I wondered who would be willing to give me their phone to use looking like this.

I was by a house now that had a guard house by the gate. The guard was playing Indian music. I decided to take a chance with him, and see if he has a phone I could use. “Good morning,” I said after knocking on the glass window of the guard’s house. A head popped up into view. “Sorry o. Please, I fit use your phone?” I said to the young dark skinned man. He had tribal marks like cat whiskers on the sides of his mouth. He said some things in Hausa and disappeared. I was about to move along when the gate opened. “Please, I fit use your phone?” I said, making hand gestures of a phone as I spoke. He spoke in Hausa again, and held the gate open for me. I could sense from the body language he wanted me to come into the house.

When I stepped into the compound, he locked the gate behind us, and then started walking towards the main building. I was wondering why he didn’t go into his guard house to get me his phone, but when he looked back at me, wondering why I was still standing there, I walked up to catch up with him.

He couldn’t be more than 21. I suspected he was a new recruit from the North, and the main guard was somewhere around the house. The house was massive; I could have never known how big it was from outside. There was a garden on both side of the driveway; the gardens looked like they hadn’t been tended to in months, and the main building had fading paint. I couldn’t tell if the original color of the house was white or badge. There were about half a dozen cars in front of the main building, but most were old cars; old 90s Benzes, and Peugeots. The fanciest car I saw in the fleet was a black Toyota Corolla.

I was wondering what kind of guard would allow a stranger walk into the house, and even lead him to the main house without knowing him. I could be an assassin, and this guy was leading me straight to his boss. But then, I stopped to think of how I was dressed; he might have thought I was a beggar or something. Or maybe he thought I was a mechanic. I guess that made more logical sense.

We went to the back of the house, and I could hear some female voices laughing and talking. The kitchen door was open, and he walked up to knock on it. It was a very clean, with shiny wooden cabinet, and beautiful brown wall tiles. A female popped into sight and was shocked when she saw me. She was a real beauty; a brown skin beauty. She had on a satin sky blue nightgown, and I could see the outline of her perky breasts underneath the gown. It was almost like I was staring at her naked breasts. She folded her arms when she caught me staring.

The guard spoke to her in Hausa, and she replied him, before turning to me with a stern look on her face. When she spoke to me in Hausa and I didn’t respond, she switched to English. “You speak English?” I nodded. I could have told her straight away what I was there for, but I was mesmerized by her beauty and sex appeal. Her lips were full and so sensual. “You’re early o.” She said before turning around and walking back into the house. She came back into view after a few seconds, dragging a big, red Ghana must go bag and laughing at herself as she said something in Hausa. The guard stepped into the kitchen, and collected the bag from her. He dropped it in front of me, and I was wondering if they wanted to give me some old clothes. And then the girl dropped a black nylon bag by the side of the Ghana must go, and I saw a big sized Ariel detergent soap in there.

Chapter 5

For some weird reason, I decided to play along and not let my intentions known. Besides, alagbafo as Yoruba people called it was one of my hustles back in the day when I was still hustling. I didn’t know how long before the real laundry man would show up, but I had a feeling my new friend, Musa won’t let him in. I wonder why a big house like this wouldn’t have a washing machine, I concluded it recently broke down, which would explain why they didn’t know how the laundry man would look like. It was probably the first time they were using a laundry man.

I started washing the colored clothes first, letting the whites soak in Ariel. The clothes were rarely dirty, and by the time I got to washing the whites, I breezed through in no time. I was by a corner of the house directly the girl’s room, and I could hear her talking and laughing with her friend. They would switch to Hausa sometimes, but their discussion was mostly in English. I got to know that they were in Law School.

Every now and then, the girl would come to the window to look at me. I couldn’t tell if she was checking me out, or trying to tell how far I had gone with the laundry. I guess they probably had an event to attend, and she couldn’t leave me alone in the house. They had a dog that barked every time I turned on the tap, even though the cage was quite far from where I was. From what I had seen so far, I would say the house belonged to an old time government official, and the girl was probably his last born. I didn’t want to believe she was his young wife.

When I was spreading the clothes, the girl walked her friend out. They spoke in Hausa as they walked past me, and giggled when they were a few feet away. I couldn’t tell what exactly they had said between themselves, but I could tell it was something naughty from the laugh.
When the girl returned, she walked up to me to tell me I would have to iron a few of her dad’s clothes inside. I said “okay” and kept spreading the clothes. That was the first time she would hear me speak, and she looked at me a little while longer than normal before going back into the house. Even though it was just one word, could she tell my intonation wasn’t like one who would be doing this kind of work? I thought to myself.

When all the clothes were spread out on the lines, I did the unthinkable. I filled up a bucket with water, stripped naked, and started having my bath there, under the tree. She was alone in her room now, and I knew she would steal a few glances at me. I was right. Even though I had water running down my eyes, and couldn’t really see, I could sense she was looking. There had been movement in the room before I started bathing, and now I couldn’t hear anything; like she was by the window, silent, looking down at me.

I made sure to stand at an angle where my whole front could be seen clearly from the room. I also made sure to move around well, so that my big dick dangled here and there between my legs. When I was done, I wore my boxer shorts, jeans, and headed for the kitchen entrance bare chest. I had already washed my singlet, and spread it on the line to dry.

I knocked twice on the kitchen door and waited. I was about to knock again when I heard footsteps. A few seconds later, I saw her approaching. She opened the net door and let me in. I caught a whiff of her scent as I walked past her, and it turned me on. I love when girls smell so good. I waited for her to shut the door and lead the way.

“I hope you can get through the clothes before Nepa takes light.” She said and I nodded. “Our big generator is faulty and the small one can’t carry the iron.” She added as we walked through the kitchen to a little space between the kitchen and massive living room. “So those are the clothes.” She pointed at a small basket of clothes by the foot of the ironing board. They couldn’t b more than six pieces of long sleeve shirts, and I knew I would be done with them in less than an hour. “He said you should use this.” She said, picking up the spray starch from the basket. I nodded and she dropped it back in the basket before walking off into the living room.

I got to walk immediately. I didn’t know how this whole thing was going to end, but at least I was inside the house now. It was more likely than ever that something would happen. And even if nothing happened, this whole experience would still make for a great story some day, I thought to myself.

She was sitting on the couch, backing me, changing channels every minute. I could tell she was restless. After about ten minutes, she switched off the TV and walked over to where I was. “Do you want water?” She asked as she approached me. I wasn’t sure if she meant water to sprinkle on the clothes of for drinking. It seemed she read my mind because she proceeded to say, “I mean drinking water.”
I shook my head and said, “No, thank you.”
“Are you sure? You have been working all morning. Let me get you cold water.” She said and walked past me to the kitchen.
She said something I didn’t hear, and I said, “Ma.”
“Ma? I’m not Ma o. I’m a young girl o.” She said and I smiled. She dropped the bottle water on the floor close to me. “So…are you going to Mr. Yakubu’s house after you leave here?” She asked as she pulled up a foldable chair by the wall and sat facing me.
“Yes. Yes.” I said with a little stammer.
“I asked because he told me you would come after you finish at their place; that’s why I was surprised when I saw you early.”
“Yes. I decided to come here first before going there.”
“Okay.” There was silence for a few seconds before she went on to say. “My dad prefers his clothes being hand-washed, but our last laundryman stole some things from our house.”
“Wow! That’s bad.”
“Yes. And he had been working with us for many years.”
“Mr. Yakubu said we can trust you.”
“Yes. Yes you can.” I answered. At this point, I wondered what the Bleep I was saying or still doing in the house.
She looked at me for a while before saying, “tell me about yourself.”

Chapter 6

Answering her question wasn’t hard. I just told her my true story. I told her how I struggled to sponsor myself in school when my dad passed away. I told her how I had to take on odd jobs like being a night guard, a laborer at building sites, and even a bus conductor in another state. I told her how I looked for a job with my certificate for five years after completing school, and had to finally resort to being a laundryman in highbrow areas of Lagos. All this was true. But I stopped there. I didn’t tell her how I delved into real estate after witnessing one of the men I washed for close a deal, and make a cool million from it.

I didn’t think it was wise to tell her exactly how I wound up in her house now. If I did, I knew she might flip out and think I was some sort of serial killer or rapist. So, I stayed in character. My story, the part I did tell her, made her warm up to me, and I guess it made her feel more comfortable around me. I got to know her name was Zainab. She told me she knew that there was something more to me than just being a laundryman immediately she saw me. She started asking me personal questions like how many siblings I had, if my mom was still alive, and where I’m from. Then she asked me if I work out. That threw me off a bit, but I could have never guessed what she did next.

When I answered with “yes, I do work out,” she got off chair and slowly walked towards me. I kept ironing, but slowed down my speed as I waited for what she was going to do. Without saying a word, she grabbed my upper man, and started rubbing it. I guess she was fascinated by my biceps. She went on to grab one of my packs and smiled at me. I had stopped ironing now. I knew exactly what she wanted, but I was in her house, and didn’t want to make any moves just yet to avoid stories that touch.

She went behind me and slipped her hands underneath my arms to get to my chest, and grabbed my packs with her two hands. She let out a low moan, and I could tell it had been a while since she was with a man. Her hands traveled from my chest, down to my lower abs, and slowly underneath my jeans. When she grabbed my dick with both hands, she let out another moan. “Please fucck me.” She said in my ear as she stroked my dick. I let her work on my dick for a few seconds before turning around to face her. She avoided making eye contact with me by bowing her head. “Fucck me,” She repeated again as she started unbuckling my belt.

I knew she was curious to see my dick up close since I planted the image in her head earlier, so I let her have her way. She dug her hand underneath my boxer shorts after my jeans came loose, and pulled out my dick. It was still on the rise, not fully erect, but even at that, the size overwhelmed her. I could see it in her eyes as she finally looked up at me. “Bleep me, please.” She said in a low and sexy voice.
I slipped my hand behind her and slowly unzipped her Ankara gown. She let it fall to the ground and then stepped out of it. She was in white underwear, her boobs busting out of her bra; her breasts were definitely bigger than I had imagined they would be. Her hands went to her back, and she unfastened her bra. She threw it on the ironing board and then proceeded to get out of her panties. She had flat tummy to go with her great figure eight.

I held her by the waist and carried her to the dining table. She sat for a second, and then went on to lay her back on the table. “Bleep me,” She said again as she closed her eyes and squeezed her big boobs. My dick was already doing the lizard nod, pulsating and ready to go in. I had become so used to fucking Joy raw and was about to go in, but I resisted the urge.

I remembered I had a condom in my wallet and reached into the back pocket of my jeans quickly to get it, not wanting her to change her mind.

After putting on the condom, I proceeded to finger her. She was all wet already. No time to waste because I didn’t know long we had, so I inserted my dick into her pussy straight away. “Ooh! You’re so big. Fucck me!” She said out loud and I was uncomfortable for a minute, wondering if someone could hear us. But when she repeated “fucck me” again, I just went ahead to and started fucking her fast. “Oh shit! Aaaah! Oooh!” She kept making all sorts of noises as I bleeped her. She had both hands holding the sides of the table and it was great watching her big boobs bounce here and there as I rammed her.

I bleeped her in that position for about five minutes till she said, “I want you to Bleep me from behind.” I stopped, pulled out of her and she got off the table. She smiled at me before getting in position. Now, she was bent over, with her back to me, holding the table. I found my way inside her from behind, and started gently fucking her, while holding her waist. “Spank my ass!” She said and I did, but she said, “Spank it harder.” I spanked it hard, and she said, “Harder!” I went on to spank her harder and harder, continuously. She started making loud crazy noises now, saying a whole lot of gibberish.

I was fucking her hard from the back, watching her soft, round ass bounce back every time I rammed her. It was too good to be true.
As I was approaching orgasm, I heard a sound behind me. When I turned around to see what it was, a plank connected with my face and I blacked out.

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Chapter 7

I could hear them arguing, standing over me, but I was still unconscious. “Why did you hit him?” Zainab said out loud, and the friend said she thought Zainab was being raped. I felt my head being lifted up, and then it was laid on someone’s soft lap. When I opened my eyes, I saw breasts dangling in my face, with a concerned look on Zainab’s face. She was still naked, which meant I was out for just about a minute or two.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” Zainab said with a worried look on her face as she looked down at me. I just rubbed the side of my head that hurt but said nothing.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.” Zainab’s friend said as she took a crouching position in front of me. Her double d breasts look constricted underneath the red top she was wearing. From the look on her face, I could tell she was holding back a laugh. I guess she never thought she would walk in on her friend being fuccked by the laundry man.

“Sandra, please go and get ice from the freezer.” Zainab said. Her friend got up, adjusted the black mini skirt she had on and walked off to the kitchen.
“I think I’m okay.” I said and sat up on the floor. As I pulled up my jeans, it kind of dawned on Zainab that she was actually naked, so she got off the ground and went to get her underwear from the ironing board.

“I’m really really sorry for this.” Zainab said as she dressed up in a hurry. Her friend, Sandra came back with a small sized bottle of Eva water; the shape of the bottle had become irregular from being frozen for a long time. She knelt down beside me and gently placed it on my temple. I collected the bottle from her and held it to my head.

“Do you want to lie on the couch for a while?” Zainab said, as she came back to my side on the flow. Now, I had the two friends on both sides of me, looking really worried.

“I’m okay.” I said. I staggered as I tried to get up, and they both supported me. I felt woozy in the head for a few seconds, like how you would feel if you had been spinning around and around for a while and then stopped all of a sudden. But after a few seconds, I was totally okay.
“Just lay down for a while.” Zainab said and led me to the couch. I sat sideways on the couch, with my back on the armrest. “Do you want me to get you anything?” Zainab said and I shook my head. “Okay, I’ll be right back,” She said and held Sandra’s hand as they both walked away. I could hear them whispering behind me, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. At a point, they started giggling, and I could guess they were talking about the sex.

It was like that plank Sandra had hit me in the head with had knocked me back to reality, because all I was thinking of right now was how to get up out of there and track down my car. “Umm…please can I use your phone for a minute?” I turned around to ask Zainab. Even though we had just bleeped, I didn’t feel I could call her by her name. To her, I was still the laundryman.

“Sure.” Zainab said in response and walked passed where I was seated to get her phone from the center table. “Hope you don’t want to call the police o?” She said as she handed me the phone and we all laughed.
“No. I need to call a friend of mine.”
“Okay.” She said with a smile and disappeared from view again to go and talk to her friend in the dining area.
Joy didn’t pick up on the first ringing session, and as I was about to call back, the phone in my hand started ringing. It was her calling back. “Hello, Joy, It’s me.” I said. I didn’t feel comfortable mentioning my name, and felt Joy would recognize my voice. I could hear the sound of an Organ being played on the other end of the line.
“Yemi?” She said in a whisper.
“Yes, it’s me.”
“I’m at the wedding church service. What’s up?”
“Please I need your favor. You need to come and pick me up somewhere on the island.”
“What? Why? Are you in trouble?”
“Can you come right away?”
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing; but I just need you come get me.”
She didn’t say anything for a few seconds and then responded with, “Okay; text me the address.”
“Thanks. I will do that right now.” I said and cut the line. “Umm…Please, what’s the address of the house?” I turned to ask Zainab. She walked over with Sandra by her side, and called out the address as I typed in the phone. When I hit send, and saw it had delivered, I gave her back the phone and relaxed on the couch.
“Hey, I’m sorry once again.” Sandra said with a smile.
“It’s okay.” I said.
“You didn’t have to call anyone. I could have dropped you off anywhere you wanted.” Zainab said.
“No, I was meeting up with the person after leaving here anyway.”
“Okay.”
The whole place was silent for a while till Sandra said, “Okay. I think I’ll leave now and let you two get back to what you were doing.” Zainab laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh too. I never expected her to say something like that. I looked up at Zainab and caught her staring at me with a naughty smile on her face. And then she looked down at her phone screen, and started typing something. She walked over to where I was seated and handed the phone over to me. I read the message on the phone screen and my eyes popped out. I looked at her and she still had the naughty smile on her face. I nodded at her, and the smile grew wider as she walked over to Sandra’s side to whisper something in her ear.

The message had read, ‘Can my friend stay? We are actually lovers, but we are both bisexual.’ My mind was racing as I was thinking of how this had to be the craziest day of my life when I heard footsteps walking away. I looked at the dining table area, and saw them walking towards the kitchen. I guessed Sandra wasn’t down for a party.

The footsteps stopped, and there was silence for a while. I heard the kitchen door slam shut, and get locked with two turns of the key. And then I heard the footsteps approaching. I turned to the side and saw both of them walking towards me. They looked like two Amazonians that had seen a man for the first time. Sandra whispered something in Zainab’s ear that made her smile. Zainab headed for the stairs, and Sandra proceeded towards me.

When she got to my front, she stood for a while, looking at me with a smile, as if waiting for some sort of approval. And then she gently got on her knees and started unbuckling my belt.

One chapter to go.

Chapter 8

Sandra started by giving me a hand job while I lay back on the couch. She made me get up and get out of my jeans and boxers after a while. When I sat back on the couch, she started sucking on my balls as she continued to give me a hand job. It felt so good, and I couldn’t help but let a few moans escape my mouth.

I started grabbing her boobs, pressing on the huge melons. She stopped to take off her blouse and pull her boobs out of her bra. They were like two big pawpaws hanging from her chest; big yellow, succulent looking boobs. I started massaging them as she kept licking my balls and stroking my dick. And then she stopped, put my dick between her boobs and started moving them up and down the length of my shaft. Having her soft boobs on my hard dick took me to ecstasy.

“Sandra.” I heard Zainab call out and Sandra stopped what she was doing to listen. When Zainab didn’t call out again, Sandra got on her feet and stretched her hand out for me. I took it, and she playfully pulled me up. I collided into her and had to wrap my arms around her to stop her from falling. Her soft breasts pressed up on my bare chest sent chills down my spine. I let her go, and she turned around, held my hand and led me towards the stairs. It was funny walking behind her with an erection as my big black dick kept poking her soft and yellow ass.

She led me into a room when we got upstairs, and I saw Zainab naked, walking into the bathroom. She turned around and smiled. And then she waved us over. Sandra let go of my hand so as to get out of her skirt and panties. When she was doing so, Zainab made a ‘come here’ sign to me with her index finger. I moved around Sandra, and headed to the bathroom. Zainab entered, and I followed.

The shower was running, and she had her head tilted to the side with the water running down breasts. I moved under the shower with her, and started handling and her boobs. The water was running over my face, and couldn’t see, but I sensed Sandra had also gotten in the bathroom with us. Before long, I felt soft hands grab my dick and start giving me a hand job. After washing my dick with the water pouring down from the shower, she put it in her mouth and started sucking. I had to stop for a second because the sharp rise in pleasure almost made me cum prematurely.

After getting mental control of my ejaculation, I went on with sucking Zainab’s boobs and letting Sandra do her work down there. Zainab was moaning now, and before I knew it, she had found my lips, and started kissing me. I kept squeezing her melons as we kissed. I was in the mood to Bleep now, but didn’t know who to Bleep first.

Sandra stopped sucking me, and got up to get under the shower with us. And then she went behind me, and started rubbing her humongous boobs on my back, while stroking my dick. Zainab gently pulled away from the kiss, turned around and put her hands on the bathroom wall. Without hesitating, I went in from behind and started fucking her slow motion as I watched water bounce off her big ass.
Sandra kept rubbing her breasts on my back while moaning. I was approaching orgasm now and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I sped up my thrusts, ramming into Zainab even faster. She moaned even louder. And then I said “I’m cumming” before pulling out of her and letting off my hot load all over her back. It was an orgasm like none other, probably because I had almost reached orgasm twice earlier and held it back.

After letting the last drop of semen drip on her back, I let go of her waist and let out a sigh. Sandra chuckled behind me and nibbled on my earlobe. “Now it’s my turn.” She whispered in my ear. She started kissing my neck passionately, and slowly moved to my front. Zainab was washing her body under the shower now as Sandra moved me to the wall, and started kissing me. I wondered if she understood the concept of a refractory period. No matter how much she aroused me, I didn’t think I could get another erection for at least another ten minutes.

A phone started ringing in the room, and Zainab quickly stepped out of the bathroom to get it, grabbing a towel on her way out. Sandra was rubbing her breasts all over my chest as she kissed me. The arousal was building up when I heard Zainab say, “Hey Yemi, it’s your friend on the line.” I gently pulled away from Sandra, and smiled at her before heading out of the bathroom. Dripping wet, I stepped into the room, grabbed a towel on the bed and dried myself up fast before collecting the phone from Zainab. “Hello,” I said into the phone.
“Hey Yemi, I’m at the address you gave me.”
“Wow! That was fast.” I said and looked from Zainab to Sandra, who was out of the bathroom and standing beside me now. “Umm. Okay, give me a minute. I’ll be out soon.”
“You have to go?” Sandra said in a low voice as I handed the phone back to her. I could see the disappointment in her eyes.
“Yes. My friend is outside.” I said and grabbed the towel from the bed to dry myself a little more. “Umm, sorry, Zainab, can I get like a t shirt or something.” She looked into space for a while, before heading out of the room.
“I should give you my number.” Sandra said, standing there naked, with one hand on her shoulder, covering her boobs.
“Umm…my phone is not currently with me.”
“Okay. I will give you my card.” She said as she headed back into the bathroom. She came back out drying herself with a pink towel.
Zainab came back with a white polo top. “This is what I could find.” She handed me the top, and I was glad it was large size.
“Okay. Thanks. I have to go now.” I said as I headed out the room. They both trailed behind me, with towels tied.

I hurriedly wore by boxer shorts and jeans when I got to the living room downstairs. “What number can I reach you on?” Zainab said as she watched me putting on the polo top.
“Umm…I’ll get your number from my friend’s phone and call you later today.”
“Okay.” She said.
“Here is my card. You can call me later too.” Sandra said with a smile as she handed me a small white card.
“Okay. I have to go now.” I said and they both said, bye. I headed towards the kitchen, and out the door. It was an awkward goodbye because I didn’t know how to say goodbye to two females at the same time.

When I got outside, the sun hit my eyes heavy. It was just a little past midday and the sun rays hit me hard. I saw Musa already by the gate as I walked down the driveway. It was almost like he had gotten an intercom call that I was heading his way. I greeted him with a head nod and a smile before stepping out.

Joy’s white Corolla was packed on the other side of the gate, a few meters away, and she waved at me when she saw me. She wouldn’t understand how happy I was to see her. I adjusted the collar of the polo top I had on and walked over to the car.
“Hey! What’s up?” She greeted me as I got into the Corolla.
“I’m cool. Thanks for coming.”
“Really, what’s up? I thought you had been kidnapped or something. Where is your car?”
I sighed before saying, “You would never believe what happened to me if I told you.”
“Hmm!”
“Please can you drive me home?”
She looked at me for a while, and I really couldn’t tell what was on her mind. And then she said, “Okay.” She started up the car and drove off.
“Hmm! So where do I even start.” I said, twisting my neck here and there.
“Start from telling me who you’ve been kissing.”
“What?”I said with a shocked look on my face.
“Your lips get really pink when you kiss for long.” She said and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Joy, It’s a real long story.”
“Well, it’s a long drive to your house. Tell me everything; don’t leave out anything.”
“Okay.”

The End

I hope you guys enjoyed the story. I will be back next week with another story. I wish you all a great weekend.

Nice, looking forward to next week. Seems like u re into bisexual girls.

ndiuelish:
Nice, looking forward to next week. Seems like u re into bisexual girls.

Lol! Yeah. Kind of.

Biodun1929:

Lol! Yeah. Kind of.

you be Gee. You don't want strings attached

xaviercasmir:

you be Gee. You don't want strings attached

Biodun1929:
Chapter 8

Sandra started by giving me a hand job while I lay back on the couch. She made me get up and get out of my jeans and boxers after a while. When I sat back on the couch, she started sucking on my balls as she continued to give me a hand job. It felt so good, and I couldn’t help but let a few moans escape my mouth.

I started grabbing her boobs, pressing on the huge melons. She stopped to take off her blouse and pull her boobs out of her bra. They were like two big pawpaws hanging from her chest; big yellow, succulent looking boobs. I started massaging them as she kept licking my balls and stroking my dick. And then she stopped, put my dick between her boobs and started moving them up and down the length of my shaft. Having her soft boobs on my hard dick took me to ecstasy.

“Sandra.” I heard Zainab call out and Sandra stopped what she was doing to listen. When Zainab didn’t call out again, Sandra got on her feet and stretched her hand out for me. I took it, and she playfully pulled me up. I collided into her and had to wrap my arms around her to stop her from falling. Her soft breasts pressed up on my bare chest sent chills down my spine. I let her go, and she turned around, held my hand and led me towards the stairs. It was funny walking behind her with an erection as my big black dick kept poking her soft and yellow ass.

She led me into a room when we got upstairs, and I saw Zainab naked, walking into the bathroom. She turned around and smiled. And then she waved us over. Sandra let go of my hand so as to get out of her skirt and panties. When she was doing so, Zainab made a ‘come here’ sign to me with her index finger. I moved around Sandra, and headed to the bathroom. Zainab entered, and I followed.

The shower was running, and she had her head tilted to the side with the water running down breasts. I moved under the shower with her, and started handling and her boobs. The water was running over my face, and couldn’t see, but I sensed Sandra had also gotten in the bathroom with us. Before long, I felt soft hands grab my dick and start giving me a hand job. After washing my dick with the water pouring down from the shower, she put it in her mouth and started sucking. I had to stop for a second because the sharp rise in pleasure almost made me cum prematurely.

After getting mental control of my ejaculation, I went on with sucking Zainab’s boobs and letting Sandra do her work down there. Zainab was moaning now, and before I knew it, she had found my lips, and started kissing me. I kept squeezing her melons as we kissed. I was in the mood to Bleep now, but didn’t know who to Bleep first.

Sandra stopped sucking me, and got up to get under the shower with us. And then she went behind me, and started rubbing her humongous boobs on my back, while stroking my dick. Zainab gently pulled away from the kiss, turned around and put her hands on the bathroom wall. Without hesitating, I went in from behind and started fucking her slow motion as I watched water bounce off her big ass.
Sandra kept rubbing her breasts on my back while moaning. I was approaching orgasm now and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I sped up my thrusts, ramming into Zainab even faster. She moaned even louder. And then I said “I’m cumming” before pulling out of her and letting off my hot load all over her back. It was an orgasm like none other, probably because I had almost reached orgasm twice earlier and held it back.

After letting the last drop of semen drip on her back, I let go of her waist and let out a sigh. Sandra chuckled behind me and nibbled on my earlobe. “Now it’s my turn.” She whispered in my ear. She started kissing my neck passionately, and slowly moved to my front. Zainab was washing her body under the shower now as Sandra moved me to the wall, and started kissing me. I wondered if she understood the concept of a refractory period. No matter how much she aroused me, I didn’t think I could get another erection for at least another ten minutes.

A phone started ringing in the room, and Zainab quickly stepped out of the bathroom to get it, grabbing a towel on her way out. Sandra was rubbing her breasts all over my chest as she kissed me. The arousal was building up when I heard Zainab say, “Hey Yemi, it’s your friend on the line.” I gently pulled away from Sandra, and smiled at her before heading out of the bathroom. Dripping wet, I stepped into the room, grabbed a towel on the bed and dried myself up fast before collecting the phone from Zainab. “Hello,” I said into the phone.
“Hey Yemi, I’m at the address you gave me.”
“Wow! That was fast.” I said and looked from Zainab to Sandra, who was out of the bathroom and standing beside me now. “Umm. Okay, give me a minute. I’ll be out soon.”
“You have to go?” Sandra said in a low voice as I handed the phone back to her. I could see the disappointment in her eyes.
“Yes. My friend is outside.” I said and grabbed the towel from the bed to dry myself a little more. “Umm, sorry, Zainab, can I get like a t shirt or something.” She looked into space for a while, before heading out of the room.
“I should give you my number.” Sandra said, standing there naked, with one hand on her shoulder, covering her boobs.
“Umm…my phone is not currently with me.”
“Okay. I will give you my card.” She said as she headed back into the bathroom. She came back out drying herself with a pink towel.
Zainab came back with a white polo top. “This is what I could find.” She handed me the top, and I was glad it was large size.
“Okay. Thanks. I have to go now.” I said as I headed out the room. They both trailed behind me, with towels tied.

I hurriedly wore by boxer shorts and jeans when I got to the living room downstairs. “What number can I reach you on?” Zainab said as she watched me putting on the polo top.
“Umm…I’ll get your number from my friend’s phone and call you later today.”
“Okay.” She said.
“Here is my card. You can call me later too.” Sandra said with a smile as she handed me a small white card.
“Okay. I have to go now.” I said and they both said, bye. I headed towards the kitchen, and out the door. It was an awkward goodbye because I didn’t know how to say goodbye to two females at the same time.

When I got outside, the sun hit my eyes heavy. It was just a little past midday and the sun rays hit me hard. I saw Musa already by the gate as I walked down the driveway. It was almost like he had gotten an intercom call that I was heading his way. I greeted him with a head nod and a smile before stepping out.

Joy’s white Corolla was packed on the other side of the gate, a few meters away, and she waved at me when she saw me. She wouldn’t understand how happy I was to see her. I adjusted the collar of the polo top I had on and walked over to the car.
“Hey! What’s up?” She greeted me as I got into the Corolla.
“I’m cool. Thanks for coming.”
“Really, what’s up? I thought you had been kidnapped or something. Where is your car?”
I sighed before saying, “You would never believe what happened to me if I told you.”
“Hmm!”
“Please can you drive me home?”
She looked at me for a while, and I really couldn’t tell what was on her mind. And then she said, “Okay.” She started up the car and drove off.
“Hmm! So where do I even start.” I said, twisting my neck here and there.
“Start from telling me who you’ve been kissing.”
“What?”I said with a shocked look on my face.
“Your lips get really pink when you kiss for long.” She said and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Joy, It’s a real long story.”
“Well, it’s a long drive to your house. Tell me everything; don’t leave out anything.”
“Okay.”

The End

What a nice thread, I finished everything Sha. It shouldn't end like this

myles16:




What a nice thread, I finished everything Sha. It shouldn't end like this

You can use your imagination for the rest �

I love writing short stories.

Biodun1929:


You can use your imagination for the rest �

I love writing short stories.

It's true Sha, Yorubas would say "shoki lobe
oge". The longer it becomes, the more it looses It tastes

myles16:



It's true Sha, Yorubas would say "shoki lobe
oge". The longer it becomes, the more it looses It tastes

GBAM!

Biodun1929:

Lol! Yeah. Kind of.

u been with any?

ndiuelish:
u been with any?

Actually I was meant to get down with one before this crazy Corona Virus hit. We're are still in touch sha. She just ask me to get a girl to join us whenever the time comes. I guess that's why I have been dreaming of threeesome with two bisexual girls since.

Biodun1929:


Actually I was meant to get down with one before this crazy Corona Virus hit. We're are still in touch sha. She just ask me to get a girl to join us whenever the time comes. I guess that's why I have been dreaming of threeesome with two bisexual girls since.

I can imagine. The virus spoilt many plans. U're sure u'd be able to handle it though, one girl is enough work already but two... It'd feel great if u pulled it off successfully sha

ndiuelish:
I can imagine. The virus spoilt many plans. U sure u'd be to handle it though, one girl is enough work already but two... It'd feel great if u pulled it off successfully sha

lol! True. One girl is already a handful. But it is just a fantasy I want to fulfill..if just once. Let's see how it goes. lol