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Helen jumped down off the table and went to get the towels to clean up. Just as Helen brought each of us a clean towel, Josephine re-entered the room with our lunch.

“So, how did the ‘new guy’ do?” Josephine asked.

“You can try him for yourself Miss Josephine,” Madam Faith said breathlessly.

“I’m not sure he wants an old gal like me. Let him rest.” Josephine replied.

“Um, do I get a say in this?” I asked.

“Of course, you do Emman,” Madam Faith replied.

“Well, if Josephine is willing, I would be honored.” I said.

“And, he’s a gentleman too!” Josephine said with some excitement.

All three ladies were smiling. Obviously, I said the right thing.

Josephine asked if I could do her while she sat in one of the straight back chairs at the other end of the table. I readily agreed. We walked down to the other end of the table with Josephine seated in one of the hard, straight back chairs.

I gently lifted each leg one by one, draping it over each arm of the chair. Josephine’s pussy was clean shaven. She had nice pert boobs and a flat stomach. She was tan all over with no hint of tan lines. I made a mental note that she obviously sun bathes nude.

I stroked my cock making sure it was fully hard. I spit on my hand and reached for her vagina. Before I even touched it, I could see her pussy glistening with woman juice. I apologized and walked over to a towel on the table to wipe my hand off, getting rid of the spit.

As I walked back to Josephine, I asked, “How do you like to be bleeped? Hard, soft what?”

“Hard if you still can. I know you must be pretty wiped out. I’ll take whatever you can muster. Remember, I’m the old gal. I’m just happy to be included.” Josephine said with a disappointed tone.

“Josephine, you’re a beautiful vibrant woman. Don’t put yourself down, at least not with me around. I have plenty of energy. Let me do... what I do... to you!” I said with enthusiasm.

I looked over to see Helen smiling that beautiful smile. Even Madam Faith was smiling.

“Helen, Madam Faith can I ask you to assist me please?” I asked.

Both Helen and Madam Faith came over to where Josephine and I were standing.

“Helen, please kiss Josephine and keep kissing her while I Bleep her. Madam Faith, please lick, suck, and nibble on Josephine’s beautiful boobs. Is that ok with everyone?” I asked.

I got a unanimous agreement from all three women.

Seeing all three women naked got my cock very hard again.

I placed it at the entrance to her womanhood. I pushed the head in slowly. Helen leaned down to begin kissing Josephine. I saw Madam Faith’s face lower down to Josephine’s beautiful chest,



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COMPLIMENTS of the Season to you all.

I froze for a moment, but just a moment. I was used to all of the Pretty-Young-Things girls teasing me from time to time after all, so it wasn’t the first time I’d felt a pretty girl’s hand on my leg. Even around this very table, both Christy and Chidinma would occasionally let their fingers trail across my thighs.

I snuck a glance to my left, but Helen acted like nothing was going on. Revealingly, the normally right-handed girl was poking at her sliced chicken pieces with a fork in her left hand, but she otherwise kept up her typically effervescent chit-chat with the girls. I’ve already said she was an excellent conversationalist who could light up a room.

Nothing else happened during dinner, and Helen’s hand didn’t wander toward my crotch or anything like that. After dinner, the air temperature started dropping rapidly and we all moved inside to the family room. We had a very new flat screen Plasma TV, and the girls put in a DVD of some stupid rom-com.

My family room furniture consisted of a 3-cushion couch, a 2-cushion loveseat, and a single-cushion armchair, all part of a matched set that included the coffee table. I always wound up in the middle of the 3-cushion couch that directly faced the TV, so that at least two girls could cuddle up alongside me. Tonight that turned out to be Maryam on my right and Helen on my left. Neither of them came as a big surprise.

What was a bit of a surprise was that Uchechi and Christy ended up together on the loveseat. While the two of them had become pretty good friends, they weren’t the closest pair in the club. Popular blonde Uchechi and model-pretty Anna were besties. My baby Christy and cuddly Precious were besties. Gamer girl Chidinma was my best friend, although I wouldn’t term us “besties”.

Newcomer Maryam was the wildcard, although Chidinma had been quite welcoming to her and the two of them hung out pretty often. If Chidinma was with me, Maryam would usually then go join Uchechi and Anna. and of course, Christy and I were really close and spent a lot of time together outside of the club.

The point is: I felt like I could count on one hand the number of times Uchechi and Christy had been alone together. But even after the movie started, I could see them putting their heads together in conversation, ignoring whatever was happening on the screen.

Chidinma wound up sitting on Maryam’s right side, squishing the four of us onto the couch. It made for a snug fit, not that I minded having two beautiful girls’ bodies pressed up against mine. I wrapped an arm around each of them, resting comfortably across each shoulder. Chidinma even reached up to rub my right hand a few times before leaving it alone.



Helen, on the other hand, gently tugged my hand downward about twenty minutes into the movie, placed my palm directly over her left breast, and then added a little pressure so that my fingers molded around the curvature of her underboob.

It wasn’t the first time I’d held a girl’s breast outside her clothing. While I would never be so bold as to cop a feel uninvited, all of the Pretty-Young-Things girls at one point had done something similar to what Helen just did, making clear my touch was acceptable.

But this was certainly the first time I’d ever toUchechid Helen in such a way, and although most of the girls had simply thrown their clothes on over the tops of their bikinis before dinner, I quickly realized that Helen had neither her bikini top nor a bra on underneath her shirt. and as I felt her nipple hardening beneath my palm, I felt my penis start to harden as well.


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She had to stop kissing Madam Faith as her head was moving forward and back not able to focus on Madam Faith’s mouth.

“Oh, my goodness.” I heard Josephine say watching Helen and my animalistic lust.

I was pounding Helen as hard as I possibly could. Helen was moaning, screaming, and balling up her fists as wave after wave of pleasure came over her. Suddenly, she squirted my cock with her lady cum. That didn’t stop me. Instead, it only encouraged me to continue.

I kept pounding that tight little pussy. Helen, in a wave of pleasure, stopped moving.

I freaked. Never in my life had any woman done that before. I was worried that I had hurt her. I stopped and started calling her name, “Helen…Helen…Helen talk to me. Helen are you ok. Helen, please talk to me.”

Madam Faith sat up, spun around to face Helen and slapped her across the cheek. Suddenly, there was a big gasp of air from Helen.

“Oh, my goodness. What happened?” Helen quietly asked.

Josephine piped up chuckling a bit saying, “Helen, he bleeped you unconscious. Sexiest thing I have ever seen!”

I held Helen’s face kissing her and asking forgiveness. I told her that I thought that I had really hurt her. She smiled back. She said, “Emman, your cock is like cocaine. I’m addicted to it and want more and more.”

Madam Faith piped up, “Emman, if you’re done playing kissy, kissy with dear Helen. I want to be bleeped also.”

Just then the phone rang. A speaker came on. “Helen, you lunch just arrived. Should I bring it to the private dining room or will someone come out to get it?”

Madam Faith spoke up, “Maro, I’m sending Josephine out to get the lunch. Thank you, that will be all.”

Josephine stood up from between Madam Faith’s legs to begin putting her clothes back on.

I walked over to Madam Faith. I stepped up between her legs rubbing my still hard cock against Madam Faith’s very wet pussy. My cock slipped right in. I did not start slowly. I started to hammer away, remembering the last time we bleeped.

I hammered away for several minutes. Remembering the last time, I brought both of my hands up to start playing with her clit. I rubbed it. I pinched it between my index finger and my bird finger not being gentle at all.

Rather quickly, Madam Faith began her shuttered breathing. Breaths were heavy with deep guttural moans and her body began tensing up. Her hips were moving to meet my pounding of her womanhood. My cock was banging her hard and my fingers were twisting and pinching her swollen clit. I kept banging her harder and harder. Helen climbed up on the table, squatting her freshly bleeped love hole down on Madam Faith’s face.

“Lick my cunt,” Helen directed.

I saw Madam Faith’s tongue come out of her mouth trying to reach Helen’s wet wanton pussy. Her tongue was flicking back and forth as if it was out of a snake. Madam Faith lifted her head to begin sucking Helen’s clit and puffy outer lips.

All at once, Madam Faith began that all too familiar foreign cursing. She tensed up and came all over my cock and balls.

I just kept pounding that delicious pussy, going harder and harder with each thrust.

Helen leaned into me kissing me with some force. Our tongues intertwined. She tasted and smelled delicious. I believed that I could look at that face forever,

Madam Faith’s only-God-knows cursing began again. Her body tensed up yet again and she splashed my entire crotch with her love juice. My legs were now dripping with female cum.

“Mister….Mister….Emman, stop please. I can’t breathe. Emman, please stop!” Madam Faith tried to say with limited oxygen.

I was grinning from ear to ear, knowing full well that I again made two women cum multiple times and I had not yet cum.

I slowed down and finally came to a stop. I released her clit. Her arms were hanging by her side. I gently grabbed each one and lifted her up to face me. She had a look of curiosity. I cupped her face gently and leaned in to kiss her. It wasn’t a romantic kiss. Instead, it was more of a ‘thank you for a great Bleep’ type of kiss.

Helen jumped down off the table and went to get the towels to clean up. Just as Helen brought each of us a clean towel, Josephine re-entered the room with our lunch.

“So, how did the ‘new guy’ do?” Josephine asked.

“You can try him for yourself Miss Josephine,” Madam Faith said breathlessly.

“I’m not sure he wants an old gal like me. Let him rest.” Josephine replied.

“Um, do I get a say in this?” I asked.





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O come, O come, Immanuel,
and ransom captive Israel
that mourns in lonely exile here
until the Son of God appear.

Refrain:
Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel
shall come to you, O Israel.

2
O come, O Wisdom from on high,
who ordered all things mightily;
to us the path of knowledge show
and teach us in its ways to go. Refrain

3
O come, O come, great Lord of might,
who to your tribes on Sinai's height
in ancient times did give the law
in cloud and majesty and awe. Refrain

4
O come, O Branch of Jesse's stem,
unto your own and rescue them!
From depths of hell your people save,
and give them victory o'er the grave. Refrain

5
O come, O Key of David, come
and open wide our heavenly home.
Make safe for us the heavenward road
and bar the way to death's abode. Refrain

6
O come, O Bright and Morning Star,
and bring us comfort from afar!
Dispel the shadows of the night
and turn our darkness into light. Refrain

7
O come, O King of nations, bind
in one the hearts of all mankind.
Bid all our sad divisions cease
and be yourself our King of Peace. Refrain

Kinkybaby:
Nice one

Thanks.

“Helen, go order the lunch. Emman, Josephine, and I will be in my private dining room with the lock on. Be sure to bring some towels to clean up with. Have someone buzz us when the food arrives,” Madam Faith directed.



















Chapter Three

As the three of us entered the private dining room, I marveled that the damn thing was nicer than the best place I had been to relax. There were four large leather couches, two leather love seats, two reclining leather rocking chairs, and a huge pecan conference table that I’m sure seats 8-10. There was also a kitchen (fridge, freezer, ice maker, beer tap, sink, dishwasher, a small bar, and lots of cabinets).

Jokingly, I asked, “Hey, this is nicer than the hotel suite I’ve been to. May I move in here?”

“Of course, Emman but I’m not sure you could pay the rent and keep up with your duties here,” Madam Faith said laughing, which was the very first time I had heard her laugh.

“You two need to get naked,” Madam Faith directed us.

I watched Josephine begin to strip down while I was also removing my clothes. She was completely tan, not one single tan line anywhere. She had a beautiful yellow lace bra with matching yellow lace panties. As she got more and more undressed, I became more erect.

When Josephine was completely with-out attire, she walked, no maybe sauntered over to me and knelt.

My cock was at full mast, pointing straight up. Josephine began licking the underside of my cock. She took the pre-cum droplet us into her mouth letting out a moan of approval. With her right hand, she grasped my shaft and began stroking from the base to the underside of my thick bulbous head.

She kept flicking her tongue all around the head, occasionally putting the head between her lips. Her left hand began playing with my balls. Without warning, she inserted her pinky finger in my anus (Something I was not expecting). That move made my cock harder than ever before.

As I gently face bleeped her, I felt the familiarity of the back of her throat. I knew if she kept this up I would be done rather quickly.

I looked over at Madam Faith. She was also completely naked, sitting on the large conference table fingering herself. I heard the squish of her own fingers plunging in and out of her very wet pussy.

Josephine really had a talent. Possibly the best blow-job that I had ever had.

Without warning, the door to the dining room opened and Helen walked in. While she was taking her clothes off, she quipped to Josephine, “Well, what do you think?”

Thankfully, Josephine stopped for a moment to answer Helen, “Damn Helen, where did we find him? He is very tasty!”

“He called us looking for a job and Madam Faith decided to interview him,” Helen replied with a sultriness to her voice.

“Josephine, come over here and use your tongue on my pussy,” Madam Faith directed.

Josephine removed her face from in front of my very hard cock. As she stood up, I kissed her on the lips whispering in her ear that I was happy Madam Faith requested her since I wasn’t going to last much longer.

A big smile came across her face, “Really?” she asked.

“Of course, why would I lie?” I said to her.

Now she bounced over to Madam Faith. She put her head between Madam Faith’s legs and began her assault on her womanhood. I could hear the lapping and sucking on Madam Faith’s very wet pussy. It was a beauty to behold. I always loved seeing my x-wife go down on another woman. To me, that is just hot!

I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Helen, “Remember me?”

“Absolutely. I have been thinking of you all week.” I said with a huge smile on my face.

“Can we do it like the last time?” She asked sheepishly.

“Anything you want. Just bend over somewhere it will be comfortable for you.” I replied.

Helen walked over to the table. She bent over it putting her face next to Madam Faith’s face and began French style kissing her. Her right hand began pulling and tugging on Madam Faith’s right nipple.

That was my cue to begin some hard banging. I got up behind Helen’s beautiful ass. I rubbed my cock up and down her slit making her moan loud. Teasing her, I wet my index finger and pushed it against her asshole flower. It gobbled my finger right up, much to my surprise.

“Emman, please, please Bleep my pussy. I’ve been waiting for you all week. Thinking of that magnificent cock of yours. Please darling, Bleep me with that hard cock,” Helen was asking in a very submissive tone.

With my other hand, I grabbed my cock and put the head in first. Slowly, I pushed into her, not wanting to hurt her.

“Bleep me, damn it. Bleep me. Do it now!” Helen now spoke with a sense of urgency.

I slammed my cock into her as hard as I could. I felt her cervix hit the point of my cockhead. I pulled out and again slammed into her. I kept thrusting in and out as hard as I could. I was picking up speed and strength. As I hammered her from behind, her hips kept hitting the edge of the table. She had to stop kissing Madam Faith as her head was moving forward and back not able to focus on Madam Faith’s mouth.

“Oh, my goodness.” I heard Josephine say watching Helen and my animalistic lust.





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If I were Tinubu, I will do the same thing.

“At least you just kissed him,” Maryam added in her Ghanaian lilt. “The first time he did that to me, I nearly yanked down his shorts and gave him a Mouth Gig.”

Helen’s eyes immediately dropped to the tent in my swim trunks, my erection big enough that it threatened to peek out above my waistband. Her tongue came out and trailed across her upper lip.

Precious reached out and tapped Helen’s arm, drawing away the bright-haired girl’s attention. “Here,” she offered, holding up Helen’s discarded bikini top.

“Oh, right.” Helen quickly put the top back on, exposing her nipples again for a few precious seconds before getting her girls tucked away. She gave me an apologetic look but managed a shy smile.

I popped my eyebrows, gave her a reassuring smile of my own, and brought both feet up onto the lounger in-between us. Pivoting and standing up, I jerked a thumb over to the house, I said, “I think I’m gonna get another beer. Anybody else want one?”

“Me!” Chidinma called from the edge of the pool.

“Me, too,” Maryam chimed in.

Once again, Precious tapped Helen on the arm, this time holding up the beer Anna had previously set down at the foot of the chair. Helen accepted it gratefully and immediately took a big swig. Shelooked like she wanted to say something, blinked twice, and then almost bashfully turned away while covering her lips with three fingers.

I shrugged and went into the house to fetch the beers.

“Look, nobody’s saying you can’t date him,” Uchechi said quietly. “He’s our friend, not our boyfriend. and it wouldn’t be fair for us to keep him from going out and--”

“Ah-hmm.” Anna had noticed my approach,looked up at me, and cleared her throat rather obviously. Sam’s voice abruptly cut off and she and Helen both turned around to follow Anna’s gaze.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said apologetically and jerked a thumb back toward the grill. “I was just coming to let you know the food’s ready.”

Uchechi gave me a weak smile and mumbled, “Uh, thanks.” Shelooked more worried about whatever I’d overheard than interested in the food. Helen remained silent butlooked at me curiously. It was more than a little weird to see two such extroverted chatterboxes be so taciturn.

I gave them a weak smile of my own and beat a hasty retreat. Chidinma had been hanging out with me, chatting while I’d been cooking. I’d already told Christy, Precious, and Maryam, and the three of them were by the grill filling their plates.

Uchechi, Anna, and Helen didn’t get up from their spot by the loungers for another five minutes. By then, the rest of us were assembled around the outdoor dining table beneath the covered patio.

Conversation was light and there wasn’t much teasing going on, with everyone busy eating. The table was meant for six, so fitting seven people wasn’t a big deal, but squeezing in eight chairs made things just a little bit crowded.

I was at the head of the table, as always, with Christy on my left and Precious next to her. Chidinma was usually on my right with Maryam and Anna along that side, and then Uchechi at the other end of the table. Uchechi and Anna brought their plates to their usual spots, but to my surprise, Helen set her plate down between me and Christy and asked Christy softly, “Mind if I squeeze in here?”

Christy arched an eyebrow before muttering, “Uh, not at all.” She got Precious to scoot her chair down a bit more towards Uchechi, and once I moved my own chair to the right a bit, Helen was able to get our last chair into the gap, a little bit around the corner.

Everyone smiled, we continued the group conversation, and we resumed our meals.

And then I felt a hand on my thigh.

I froze for a moment, but just a moment. I was used to all of the Pretty-Young-Things girls teasing me from time to time after all, so it wasn’t the first time I’d felt a pretty girl’s hand on my leg.

Even around this very table, both Christy and Chidinma would occasionally let their fingers trail across my thighs.




Sweeter Than Honey: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/sweeter_than_honey/43801

Josephine, stood up, took off her headset and reached out to shake my hand. She made some small talk after saying hello. Helen reminded her she needed to get back on the phones. Josephine smiled and excused herself and went back to work.

Helen took me around to everyone in the room. As she told me in the office, she introduced me to only three more ‘friendly, chatty types’ which, gave me a sigh of relief.

Just as we were finishing the round of introductions Madam Faith walked back into the main room. She came over to me and asked me to follow her back to her office, which I did without a word.

“Emman, it is such a pleasure to see you here. My, don’t you look less, hmm, what’s the word? Stuffy. You clean up and look much more relaxed today versus your interview,” Madam Faith said in her strong accent.

“Helen texted me with information that you have questions. So, please ask. I want any objections out of the way right from the start.” She continued.

“Wow, ok then, I have several questions. Most of them just curiosity, but a few of them are concerns. If you don’t mind, I will start with the concerns first.” I said in a non-emotional tone.

“Go ahead Emman, please”

I asked her the questions that were bothering my mind. Madam Faith sat pensively for a couple of minutes before inviting me to sit with her on the long red leather couch against the wall. She said that being behind her desk always made her feel too much like a corporate LovePeddler.

I walked over to the red couch and stood there until Madam Faith joined me.

“Please sit, Emman.” She directed.

“Now, Emman, all of those are reasonable questions. It’s good to see you have a bit of common sense by the questions. Not everyone does, I assure you. To answer your first question: Employees are not ‘forbidden’ from dating. We just strongly discourage it. Why? Mostly because of our experience. We’ve had people in the past that once they start dating everything changes. One partner wants the other to quit working here. Feelings are hurt easily and usually one of the dating couple becomes jealous which causes much tension here at work.
“Secondly, my favorite of your questions, you have got into one of the most lucrative escort businesses ever in the history of this country. We pay our staff top naira and our agents make more money than the combined sum of any 3 agents of other escort companies. As you probably suspected by our interviewing technique full service is what we provide to certain customers,” Madam Faith said in a matter of fact tone.

She continued saying, “Emman, you are worried about ‘no condoms’? It has more to do with Helen being allergic to latex. Her wonderful pussy swells up and she gets a rash inside of her. I don’t want any of my staff to suffer because of the job. Make sense, Emman? Finally, what service you will be performing will determine what you are willing to do for the clientele.”

“Um, Madam Faith, I apologize for interrupting, but can we head to eat as I am famished and really didn’t eat much breakfast before showing up here.” I said.

“But, one question…..do you need food or me?” She said with a very wicked grin,

“Both. And Helen too, if she’s allowed,” I shot back.

“Helen, come in here,” Madam Faith called out.

The door opened. Helen walked in with that nice-looking lady Josephine accompanying her.

“Dear Helen, Emman asked if you could join us for lunch?”

“Absolutely! Am I allowed to bring Josephine with us?” Helen asked.

“That will be fine. Is it ok with you Emman?” Madam Faith asked.

“That would be great.” I answered.

“Well then, why don’t we go eat in my private dining room. Dear Helen, call Mama Delicious and get our usual order. Josephine and Emman, what would you like for lunch?” Madam Faith was asking.

Josephine was the first to speak up, “Maybe some fried rice, so I can show off my sucking skills to our new employee.” A huge grin came over her face as she said that looking directly at me.

“Fried rice with salad and grilled chicken on top,” I said cheekily.

“Helen, go order the lunch. Emman, Josephine, and I will be in my private dining room with the lock on. Be sure to bring some towels to clean up with. Have someone buzz us when the food arrives,” Madam Faith directed.




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“Welcome to Niceties Escort Services,” she said with a smile. What brings you to us?”

“Um, it’s my first day. I’m supposed to see either Helen or Madam Faith.” I replied.

“Oh my, you must be the new guy for the night shift. Emman, right?” she said with a devilish grin.

I was stunned. I stood there for a moment before answering, “Yes, yes, sorry I didn’t expect anyone to know my name.”

“Are you joking? After your ‘interview’? Everyone in the office knows. You’re becoming a cult hero already.” She said with a chuckle to her voice.

I was stunned. A what? Did she say, ‘cult hero’? As if I wasn’t nervous enough before, now I’m bordering on nauseated.

“Let me take you back to Madam Faith’s office.” She said with a wink to me and more of that devilish grin.

I followed silently noticing a few ladies peeking up from their computer screens and whispering to their neighbor. I just smiled back and chuckled to myself ‘cult hero?’.

The short red head knocked on the security doors and walked right in. I saw Helen first. She came over to me and said keenly with delight.

“Emman!” she exclaimed.

“Hello, my darling,” I said with an air of lustfulness in my voice. I smiled and gave her a kiss while she was hugging me hard.

“Madam Faith stepped out for a meeting and will be back in a few minutes. I’m supposed to give you the five-cent tour to meet everyone. When Madam Faith returns then we will start the boring paperwork and go over other stuff. At noon, we’ll go to lunch. Like I told you on the phone last night, you’ll go home after lunch and come back at 8 tonight for your ride,” Helen went over with me in a matter of fact tone.

“Are you ready for your tour?” Helen asked with a big smile on her face.

“Before we start may I ask you a couple of things?” I said sheepishly.

“Of course, if I’m not allowed to answer the question I’ll defer it to Madam Faith. She will answer all your questions. Fair enough?” Helen replied still smiling.

“Um, ok, fair enough. First, how does ‘everyone’ know about my interview? Second, what have I got into here? Third, and finally, are you single?” I curiously asked.

Helen, now smiling her beautiful smile, “Yes, I’m single but Madam Faith frowns on employees dating, if that is where you were going with that. We can have sex but dating requires ‘permission’. As to your interview, of course everyone knows! The girls who came in to clean you and Madam Faith up that evening are big gossips. They are twin trouble. I’m guessing you didn’t even realize that they are twins, did you? As to your second question, I’m afraid I will have to defer that one to Madam Faith. When you ride with Favor ask her after Madam Faith tells you her answer. Why Favor? She is former military and is very plain spoken almost blunt when chatting with other employees. She’ll give you her opinion without any political correctness. Does that answer your questions?”

“Mostly. Can you give me an idea on who to avoid saying anything to because they are such gossips, like the twins?” I asked.

“Of course. When I take you around and introduce you, I’ll introduce them as the ‘friendly, chatty type’ so you’ll understand. Fair enough?” Helen replied.

Clearly, she is smart as a whip. We left the office for Helen to be introducing me to the day staff. The very first person I meet is a lady who is probably reaching her mid-40’s. Petite, short blonde hair, nice looking smile and small athletic type chest. She had the appearance of someone who works out regularly. She was introduced to me as Josephine.

Josephine, stood up, took off her headset and reached out to shake my hand. She made some small talk after saying hello. Helen reminded her she needed to get back on the phones. Josephine smiled and excused herself and went back to work.






The Favourite Who Loved Me: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_favourite_who_loved_me/45596

The bright-haired beauty shivered and moaned at that last bit, unexpected as it was for her; the other girls knew I liked to kiss their necks at the end. She remained hunched over, eyes closed and breathing deeply as if in a trance. I waited patiently, giving her space. This wasn’t the first time one of my backrubs had sent a girl off to a higher plane of existence, and I knew it sometimes took a while for her to come back down to earth.

A minute doesn’t sound like a long time, but when you actually tick off the seconds one-by-one it can stretch out for an eternity. I was still straddling the suave material, with Helen’s bikini-clad ass pressed back against the half-hard chubby in my trunks. I reclined against the lounger’s backrest and stretched my arms, working out the kinks in my hands and fingers.

It took more than a hundred and twenty ticks for Helen to return from Fantasia. She abruptly inhaled, raising her head and opened her eyes for just a moment before slamming them shut against the sudden brightness of the afternoon sunlight. She blinked rapidly on the second attempt and took a deep breath, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings before glancing back at me as if to confirm she truly was where she thought she was.

“Holy shit, Michael,” Helen breathed, irises aflame.

I smirked, pleased by her response.

“If you can do that to me with just a backrub, how good are you at fucking?”

I blinked in surprise, not sure how to react to that. But then suddenly my eyes got even BIGGER in surprise as Helen launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and mashing her lips onto mine. A second after that, her tongue penetrated my mouth, seeking out mine while she moaned in obvious heat.

I was supremely aware that Helen’s big beautiful breasts were currently pressed against my chest. As part of the backrub, I had unhoEmmad the clasp of her bikini top and slid the straps off her shoulders while she trapped the cups against her own tits for modesty. But both modesty and the bikini top had been forgot when she’d whirled around to kiss me, and I reveled in the idea of having my arms full of Hot, topless female while I let myself kiss Helen back with every ounce of fervor she was giving me.

“Hey, hey, hey! Party foul!” Uchechi howled from somewhere by the pool. I loved the way her Aussie twang made the phrase sound like “pahtty foww”.

The sound of her voice brought me to my senses, and I abruptly broke the kiss. Helen kept going though, gnawing on my neck and then jaw trying to reconnect her lips to mine, finally succeeding a few seconds later.

“Helen!” Uchechi screamed shrilly.

Only then did the gorgeous girl in my arms pull her head back, eyes wild as she stared into mine. Panting heavily, she gawked at me with a mixture of lust and confusion, Hot as hell but not quite in her right mind. Two seconds later, she jerked away to sit back on her knees atop the lounger between my spread legs.

My eyes immediately dropped to her naked chest. Those big jugs swelled and heaved as Helen caught her breath. She felt my gaze and abruptly covered her tits with both arms, but the sight of her round melons with hard, erect nipples had already been committed to memory for the spank bank.

“I’m sorry,” she wheezed, still out of breath. “I don’t know what came over me.”

I smiled at her chest before bringing my eyes back up to hers. “You don’t need to apologize to me.”

She frowned, blinked twice, and shook her head. “No, I need to apologize to them.” She swept her gaze around first to Precious and Christy on the lounge chairs to my left, and then whipped the other way to take in Uchechi, Anna, Chidinma, and Maryam. Everyone was gawking at us.

“Don’t worry about it,” Uchechi offered reassuringly. “It’s happened to all of us at one time or another.”

“At least you just kissed him,” Maryam added in her Ghanaian lilt. “The first time he did that to me, I nearly yanked down his shorts and gave him a Mouth Gig.”

Helen’s eyes immediately dropped to the tent in my swim trunks, my erection big enough that it threatened to peek out above my waistband. Her tongue came out and trailed across her upper lip.

Precious reached out and tapped Helen’s arm, drawing away the bright-haired girl’s attention. “Here,” she offered, holding up Helen’s discarded bikini top.


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Finally, after a few minutes, I felt that tightening of my balls and that point of no return feeling.

“Oooooohhhhh,” I moaned out loud as my orgasm erupted. I shot several ropes of cum onto the shower floor. I kept stroking my cock until I knew that I was finished. I tilted the showerhead towards my spunk to make sure it all went down the drain.

I stayed under the water for a couple minutes more making sure I didn’t forget to wash everything.

I got out of the shower, dried off, and headed to bed. I set my alarm for 6:30AM to make sure I wasn’t going to be late on my first day.

My head hit the pillow and off into dreamland I went.

* * *

When the alarm went off, I opened one eye thinking what the hell was I thinking setting the alarm so early. I debated if I should get up or take a few minutes more to sleep. My conscious state would not allow me to go back to sleep. I got up and went to pee, thinking about seeing Helen and Madam Faith again.

Even though I masturbated before going to bed, I knew I had to, at least once masturbate before I got dressed for my new job.

I sat down on my desk chair with a towel underneath my naked body. I reached over and coated my left hand with baby oil. I cursed to myself wondering why they put ‘childproof caps’ on baby oil bottles.

I began to stroke my now hard cock. I closed my eyes again thinking of that wonderful interview and Helen’s tight wet delicious womanhood. I began stroking my shaft up and down with the baby oil coating my cock and making it feel so wonderful.

Using my other hand, I began tickling my balls. I ran my hand around the purplish head of my rock-hard cock. Faster and faster I jerked my manhood. I kept going and going until I felt that wonderful twinge letting me know the end is near. My cock swelled and cum spurted out. My cock spewed 5 ropes of jism all of it landing on the floor.

I held onto my cock for a couple of extra minutes until I felt myself getting soft. I looked down at the mess I made and shrugged hoping that there would be more to come (or cum) at the new job.

I got up and got some paper towels to clean up the mess before I jumped in the shower again to prepare for work. I looked at myself in the mirror, realizing that I had not shaved yet. I was still nervous thinking about the first day ahead of me.

I did the triple S (as my buddy would say: Shit, Shower, and Shave). I did as Helen requested and got my best jeans and a white long sleeve dress shirt out. While in the closet I picked out another shirt and matching tie for the night shift to go with my suit.

I dressed and put on cologne and headed to the kitchen to eat a bit before heading out to my new job. Since I hadn’t driven to the office building during morning rush hour I was unsure the amount of time it would take me to get there. I decided to leave at 8am giving me an hour travel time.

After eating a simple meal (bread and tea), I rinsed out my cup and spoon but, left them in the sink.

I grabbed my back pack, took the key of the Corolla car, and my cell phone and headed out.

Traffic, as expected, was horrible. I arrived at the Opebi office building at 8:41 in the morning.

I took the staircase to the 3rd floor. Somehow, I still found myself as nervous as hell. On the third floor, I saw another lady at the lobby.

“Welcome to Niceties Escort Services,” she said with a smile. What brings you to us?”

“Um, it’s my first day. I’m supposed to see either Helen or Madam Faith.” I replied.

“Oh my, you must be the new guy for the night shift. Emman, right?” she said with a devilish grin.

I was stunned. I stood there for a moment before answering, “Yes, yes, sorry I didn’t expect anyone to know my name.”

“Are you joking? After your ‘interview’? Everyone in the office knows. You’re becoming a cult hero already.” She said with a chuckle to her voice.

I was stunned. A what? Did she say, ‘cult hero’? As if I wasn’t nervous enough before, now I’m bordering on nauseated.

“Let me take you back to Madam Faith’s office.” She said with a wink to me and more of that devilish grin.




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