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Chapter Two

I left the building still wondering if my experience was real. Of course, it was, and there was no need for self-denial. Now, what kind of job was this? I was torn between morality and necessity. I chose to follow the latter. Since Rose, my girlfriend had called it quits weeks back, I felt I was under no obligation to anybody to be morally upright.

I continued with my other vocation, but anxiously waiting for my new job to start. So far, I had not told anyone about the job, not even my closest pals.
The days seemed to drag on. On Sunday evening, a day to starting the new job, my phone rang as I was watching a favourite sports programme on television. It was an unknown number.

“Hello?” I answered

“Hi Emman, this is Helen from Niceties Escort Services. Do you remember me?”

I grinned. Would I forget her? “Of course, I remember you. How can one forget you?” I said with a bit of lustfulness in my voice.

“Madam Faith wanted me to call you and ask if you are going to resume tomorrow. Secondly, do you have a backpack?” Helen said in her cool voice.

Once again, I smiled. “Of course, I intend to start the job. Secondly, I have a backpack. What do I need that for?” I answered.

I could hear Helen chuckle across the line. “Okay, good to hear that. Madam Faith says to be here by 9am sharp. No need to wear a suit as the first part of the day will likely be office time. Dress jeans and a good t-shirt should be just fine. The second part of the day is when you will need a suit again. The agenda is: Madam Faith will discuss various ‘other’ benefits you will receive. There will be paperwork that has to be filled out.”

“What about the backpack?” I asked.

“Just bring it with you in the morning. We will check it to make sure you are not bringing a weapon or drugs into the building. I will give you a list of items you will need to have in the backpack to bring with you for the night shift. Have you got it now?”

“Absolutely! Thank you, Helen, you have eased my mind about tomorrow. Sweet dreams and I will see you tomorrow at 9AM sharp as you said!”

I hung up my cell phone, turned off the TV and headed in to take a shower. Just hearing Helen’s voice made me Hot. I stripped down and turned on the water to get it warm. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that I needed to do a bit of manscaping. I reached under my vanity and pulled out the electric shaver. I plugged it in and turned it on.

I wondered to myself if I would get another chance with Helen. She was hot. Not that Madam Faith was an old bag of socks but, Helen certainly influenced my libido.

I finished my manscaping, stepped into the shower and felt the now cold water running over my shoulders and down my back. I wet my hair and shampooed it up. I soaped up my body including my cock and balls. The cold water, the soap, and thinking about Helen got me hard quickly.

I turned and leaned back against the wall and used the liquid soap as a lubricant for me to masturbate.

I stroked my hard cock slowly at first. I moved up and down the shaft. I closed my eyes and relived the ‘interview’ with Helen and Madam Faith. I found myself working my cock faster and faster yearning for a reasonably quick resolution.

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.




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Finally, I said to her, “Madam Faith, do I have the position? Do you want me to keep going?”

Helen came running into the room along with two other beautiful women only to see me making Madam Faith cum again and again. Helen ran over to Madam Faith, while the other two women just looked at me with their mouths open.

I was now as bold as I could ever be making both Helen and Madam Faith cum multiple times and yet, not cumming myself. I smiled a big smile!

As Helen pulled my handkerchief out of my coat pocket to wipe Madam Faith’s forehead, I felt that familiar twinge. My balls began to tighten up. I knew that I was passing the point of no return yet, I was continuing to hammer away at Madam Faith’s love hole.

“Hmn, oh goodness,” I mumbled. The moment that last word left my mouth I felt my cock grow inside of her and my cock emptied inside of Madam Faith. The first couple of spasms shot my sperm into her belly since the head of my cock was passing her cervix on each entry thrust.

As I started to cum deep inside of her, she splashed me once more. My cock and balls were now actually dripping with her love juice. Her breathing became very erratic and her foreign cursing began again.

As I began to run out of steam and my cock finished emptying into her, Madam Faith in an almost breathless voice, “Emman, Emman, please stop. PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!”.

I did not pay attention to one of the beautiful young ladies at the door, leaving for a moment to get 2 warm wet hand towels and 2 dry hand towels to clean us up. Each woman at the door came over to us as we were uncoupling. One woman began wiping my now semi-erect cock with the warm wet towel. She made sure she cleaned my cock, my balls, my entire crotch area, as well as down the front and inside of my legs. Taking the dry towel next she first wiped the sweat off my face, leaning into me and giving me a delicious kiss whispering in my ear, “No one has ever done that to her. I think you’re hired.”

I smiled again with that knowledge. As I was standing there getting cleaned up, the other woman was cleaning up Madam Faith.

Madam Faith finally began to speak, “Emman, obviously you passed your interview. I will now offer you employment in our company. How much pay would you need to make this your one and only job? Clearly you have the necessary skills. So, I ask again. How much do you need to make this your only job?”

I sat down on the chair to put my boxers and trousers back on. I tucked my now sweaty shirt into my trousers before buckling my belt. I was trying to delay the answer, thinking about how much I currently made from my computer engineering work. I gave her a figure.

Madam Faith sat quietly behind her desk, looking at at me with an intensity, deep in thought.

Then, she released a bombshell. What she said I would be earning was about 500 percent of my total earning. Well, that was awesome.

“Do we have a deal Emman?” she asked.

I sat in my chair in stunned silence. My head was screaming to take the deal, take the deal, TAKE THE DEAL!!!

I smiled. I turned around to face Madam Faith and politely said, “Yes, that is an acceptable offer. However, I have two questions. First, what will my title be? Second, when would you prefer me to begin?”

Madam Faith, now happy that I accepted her offer said, “You will start next Monday, Emman. Your title will be the Escort. Emman, dear Helen will see you out. Do take care of yourself.”



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“Yes Ma’am!” I answered not wanting this to end.

Never in my wildest dreams had I ever even considered a ‘job’ interview such as this.

I put both of my hands-on Helen’s hips and thrust my cock into her. I used force but, not so much that I would hurt her. She felt warm, wet and very tight.

Her pussy was grabbing my cock with some force. I could feel her womanhood as I penetrated her until my pelvis bone reached her ass. I began thrusting in and out with purpose. This ‘interview’ was NOT going to end on a poor performance note.

Helen was moaning but, not with the intensity that I was anticipating. I began to get worried thinking about the clock that I was under. I kept thrusting harder and harder into her. I felt something hitting the head of my cock a couple of times before I realized that it was her cervix.

I just kept up the furious see-saw motion in and out of her tight wet woman hole.

I picked up the pace and began to pound her with everything I had. Finally, I started getting the moans and cries that I was expecting. My cock was finally bathed in her wetness. I felt her body tense up and she let out a loud scream of pleasure.

I kept on banging her bringing forth another orgasm. This one obviously had her head spinning and her gulping for air. I felt her woman juice splash against my groin as I continued to Bleep her.

“Emman, you may stop now. Have you orgasmed yet?” Madam Faith asked.

“No Ma’am.”

“Good, then you will come over to me and finish your banging with me. You will Bleep me as hard or harder than dear Helen. Do you understand? If you cum first this interview will be over. Do you understand?” Madam Faith said with authority.

Once again, I answered, “Yes Ma’am”.

I stood up with my trousers and boxers still around my ankles. I decided that they needed to come off and thus giving my cock a moment to reset. I was worried that I would cum first and that would make me very disappointed. So, my plan was to Bleep Madam Faith as hard and as fast as I could possibly physically handle all the while thinking of things that had nothing to do with sex.

I kicked off my shoes, took off my socks, and stepped out of my trousers and boxers. I kicked them all over to the side away from the desk.

While I was doing that, Madam Faith ordered Helen to go clean herself and get back to the lobby. Helen complied.

Madam Faith then got out of her black shorts. I noted that she was completely shaved and thought to myself that Helen was also shaved.

I could smell the delicious odor emanating from Madam Faith’s bald pussy. I asked Madam Faith to lie on her back in the same place on the desk that Helen was using just minutes before.

Madam Faith complied but noted that even though my cock looked big enough, she may be more difficult to make orgasm.

Although I was somewhat apprehensive, I stepped forward with all intention of completing the assignment or challenge as it were.

I took each ankle of Madam Faith’s and put it over my shoulders. I grabbed her hips and slid her toward me on the desk. My cock was now hard and ready to go again.

“Remember what I told you Emman!” Madam Faith reminded me.

I put my hard cock up against her Bleep hole. I didn’t enter her slowly or with gentleness. I pushed my entire eight inches into her as fast and as hard as I could. Madam Faith’s pussy was so very wet that it made sloshing sounds with me going in on the first push.

I heard a loud grunt from my new Bleep partner. I was balls deep into her. I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her again and again. Harder and harder, I kept my pace as fast and as furious as I could.

In my mind, I was trying to think of inane things like getting my car’s oil changed next week, what provisions did I need to buy, and other expenses.

Slap, slap, slap was the sound my balls were making as they kept hitting Madam Faith’s ass. Madam Faith was moaning loudly but I wasn’t convinced she was close to cumming yet. Sweat was now starting to form on my forehead and drip onto Madam Faith’s tight belly.

It dawned on me that I was forgetting something. Her clit! With that thought firmly In my mind, I reached both hands out to her sloshy pussy and began rubbing her clit with my thumbs simultaneously. As I rubbed her clit in circles, she really began moaning and squirming underneath me.

After just a couple of minutes of pussy pounding and hard clit rubbing, her breath became stuttered and her moaning getting louder.

All at once, I felt my cock and balls get splashed with her wetness. She let out a scream in some only-God-knows language that I didn’t understand. However, I assumed it was curse words since that seems to be what many, if not most women, do when cumming that hard.

As she started to wind down after a few minutes, I just kept hammering away at her pussy with my steel hard cock.

Again, she splashed my entire groin area with her lady cum. I kept rubbing her clit. Forcing her to again curse in another language.

Finally, I said to her, “Madam Faith, do I have the position? Do you want me to keep going?”



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Trying to clear my head enough to answer a coherent sentence, I replied, “Certainly. Is there anyone who doesn’t?”

“Emman, you must not be cheeky with me. I want a yes or no answer,” Madam Faith snapped back.

“Yes Ma’am. I do enjoy sex.”

At this point, I was trying to suppress a moan since Helen was now stroking my cock and rubbing the pre-cum up and down the shaft.

My head was spinning! Between Madam Faith’s interesting appearance and Helen’s grasp of my rigid cock, they really had my brain in overdrive.

Helen bent over at the waist and began to lick the head of my cock. She swirled her tongue around and around the thick purple head. She lifted my cock and licked the underside of it beginning at the base. Her other hand kept gently squeezing and massaging my balls.

I was trying hard to remain quiet. Helen licked and sucked my cock like someone who obviously had done this, many times before. To my surprise, a low moan escaped my mouth.

“Emman are you enjoying gorgeous Helen?” Madam Faith asked.

“Yes, absolutely!”

She turned to my partner. “Helen, would you want Emman to Bleep you?”

“Oh yes!” Helen said keenly.

“Good then, Emman, please bend dear Helen over my desk. Remove her shorts and without wasting time, begin banging her. We need to make sure you can do the job,” Madam Faith said with a big smile.

Helen stopped sucking my cock. She stood up straight and walked over to an empty one third of her desk and bent over putting her head on the desk facing Madam Faith. As I started to follow her, I remembered my trousers and boxers were still around my ankles. I debated in my mind for a moment, should I pull them back up or kick them off? I chose pulling them back up but, only enough to be able to walk over to Helen. When I reached her, I again dropped my trousers and boxers.

“Emman, you are to Bleep Helen with no condom. You understand?” Madam Faith said.

My head did not even question why Madam Faith made that statement. I was on sexual overdrive at that moment. It has been several weeks since I had sex. I grabbed my rock-hard manhood and put it at the entrance to her honey hole. I began slowly pushing the head in gently. I whispered in her ear, “Are you ok? I’ll go slow.”

“Emman Lagata, this is not making love. It is sex. If you cannot make her orgasm in less than ten minutes, then your interview is over. Do you understand, Emman?” Madam Faith said with a loud drill sergeant like tone.

“Yes Ma’am!” I answered not wanting this to end.



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I was certain that my face was covered with great surprise, wondering what was to come. I stood silently with my brows starting to perspire.

Madam Faith began to speak: “Mr. Emman Lagata, you appear to be punctual and to follow directions, and that is good. We expect our employees to be able to follow directions specifically. We also expect that if you are finally taken, whatever you see and hear in this service remains a secret with anyone except me. Is that understood Mr. Emman?”

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied. I was not worried about any official confidentiality or secrecy. Rather, I was thinking about how very pretty and gorgeous Madam Faith and Helen appeared which got my cock stirring.

“Ok, now is the time for the assessment test. Without wasting time, it is showtime. Please drop your trousers,” Madam Faith directed.

I was aghast. “What?”

“You get one more chance, Emman. Drop your trousers,” the imperative woman demanded.

In my mind, I thought of lustful things within a split of a second. Grinning, I complied as I unbuckled my trousers, undid the clasp, and unzipped letting my trousers fall to the floor around my ankles.

Madam Faith used her index finger to beckon at Helen to come over to her. Helen came over to her and stood silently.

“Helen, check out Emman. I want to make sure he ‘measures up’,” Madam Faith said with a wicked grin.

Helen walked over to me and inspected the bulge in my boxer briefs. Nervously, I just stood there.

She reached out her hand and caressed my now mostly erect cock. In doing that, she turned her head and smiled a big smile back at Madam Faith. Then I felt soft delicate fingers inside of my waist band and a forceful tug putting my boxers on top of my trousers around my ankles.

Now, I was completely naked from the waist to my ankles with my fully erect cock pointed up towards Helen in a very desirous way. Still, I remained silent.

Helen grasped my hard manhood along the shaft with one hand and ‘weighted’ my balls with the other. I heard a low guttural moan barely noticeable.

“Emman, do you like sex?” Madam Faith asked.

Trying to clear my head enough to answer a coherent sentence, I replied, “Certainly. Is there anyone who doesn’t?”

“Emman, you must not be cheeky with me. I want a yes or no answer,” Madam Faith snapped back.




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NOTE: This story contains sex and erotic scenes.






The Favorite Who Loved Me







Tony Sunkan
The moment Emman is employed in an escort service agency, things do not remain the same again. He is exposed to many ladies and things turn into a sizzling blitz. One of the ladies is a favorite that he ultimately falls in love with. He risks all other things for her sake.





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CHAPTER ONE

I was browsing on my i-pad when a message came on my phone WhatsApp. It was from a firm I had applied as an escort on-line. I had the looks, age, qualifications and the keenness for the job and had written that I should report to their Opebi, Ikeja office for ‘assessment test’.

I was no doubt curious about the job. If the pay was good and it had the needed excitement that I looked forward to, I would certainly take it. I was given a name, Helen, and a number to call if I needed to make any enquiry. The message stated clearly that the assessment would take place the following morning by ten in the morning.

In my mind, it sounded like a decent job. On Tuesday, I woke up early to start preparing for the place. I stayed at Ogba which was not too far to my destination. All the same, I liked punctuality, so I set out on time. I showed up at the address that was given me about twenty minutes early. The suit I wore was black with black shoes that were well-polished to match. Underneath, I wore white long-sleeved shirt and a burgundy tie. I was sure I looked good enough for any lady to desire as an escort.

I was a bit nervous, to say the least. It was not that I had not been to a job interview before. I guess the newness of this was what brought some expectation. My heart was almost pounding as I got to the three-storey office building. A security man in uniform attended to me. I introduced myself and told him my purpose of being there.

He nodded and directed me to the third floor. “Good Luck,” he added.
The whole floor and the stair-case had marble floor. Everywhere looked nice. On the third floor was a lobby with a lady behind the desk. I greeted her and told her my mission.
“You are welcome, Emman Lagata,” she said as if she had known me for ages. “I’m Helen. Come on in and follow me.”
I did as I was told and followed her silently. She and I arrived at a beautiful set of double doors. I noticed that they seemed to be out of place for an office. They had the appearance of something from a fanciful club or vogue clothing store.

I smiled to myself, thinking that this place was becoming more interesting by the minute.

Helen knocked and walked right through the doors to the last office. There was a woman who stood by her desk as if she was waiting for us. She should be in her early forties. She was pretty and one I could easily categorize as MILF. She was dressed in a cool top and short skirt that showed her beautiful legs. I could see that she wore high leather boots. The air in the ‘office’ obviously looked fanciful and romantic.

“Madam Faith” the lady I followed to the place said. “This is Emman, the guy for ten o’clock interview. Shall I wait, or would you like me to go back to the lobby?”

“Thank you, Helen. Stand by the doors. You will be needed in a few minutes,” Madam Faith replied in a musical tone.

I was certain that my face was covered with great surprise, wondering what was to come. I stood silently with my brows starting to perspire.


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