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Average Joe (18+) : Meeting Ms. Joy

I woke up to slurping sounds and a familiar warmth around my dick. I’d had awesome sex with Amaka last night and slept over at her place. Her bed was so soft and comfortable that I’d been too lazy to get off it and go over to my place so I’d slept in it instead.

We’d fucked like crazy last night and I’d been too exhausted to even eat the dinner she made for me. I woke up with a hunger in my stomach, and Amaka’s mouth around my very erect dick. She was sucking so hard on the dick that my heart suddenly started to beat faster than normal. I groaned at the intense pleasure she was giving to me. She sucked me so good, taking my whole length into her mouth until I could feel the tip of my dick at the entrance of her esophagus.

“Aaah, Amakaaa!” I exclaimed as she sucked me even harder, making my hip move as I gently fucked her mouth. I reached for her breasts and massaged the soft flesh, flicking her nipple with my fingers… squeezing it and making her moan on my dick. The vibration from her moan brought a tingle to the tip of my cock. Just as I couldn’t take it any longer and my balls began to contract Amaka stopped sucking and held my dick in her hand, looking at me with a smile on her lips.

“Good morning Joey.” She called me Joey, in such a sexy way that I wanted to drag her, ram my hard dick into her pussy and pound her senseless. But I let her do what she wanted to do.

“Good morning hun,” I replied. “A very strange way to wake me up” I said, giving her a sarcastic smile and caressed her cheeks. She smiled back and said “this is what you get for making me happy last night.” And with that, she climbed on top of me, brought her lips to mine and kissed me deeply, letting her tongue roam in my mouth. I tasted my pre-cum in her mouth but I didn’t care. Just as she lay on me, kissing me, she used one hand to guide my dick into her already moist pussy.

“I woke up early and thoughts of last night came flooding through my mind” she whispered to me as my dick slowly made its way into her pussy. “It probably was the best sex I’ve ever had.” She said this while looking so dreamily at me while my cock had completely entered inside her and her waist had begun to ululate.

What she said made me feel was a gush of pride and excitement at the same time. I raised an eyebrow and said “Really?”

Both my hands grabbed her buttocks and I vigorously thrust into her from beneath. She closed her eyes and moaned. I covered her mouth with mine and kept thrusting harder and harder into her from beneath. Making her moan even more. I went faster, slamming my crotch against hers as her cum began to drip from her. Soon enough her pussy walls gripped my turgid cock tighter than before, making me moan with her.

She called my name and told me to fuck her. I fucked her. I grabbed her waist with both hands and held her in mid-air as my own waist increased in speed, ramming my cock into her pussy faster than before. She arched her back and held me tight as her orgasm engulfed her. Her moans had become wails now as I thrust one last time into her, my cum shooting straight into her vagina. At that last thrust I screamed like never before. Then I collapsed on the bed. Amaka still lay on top of me, and kissed me again. I wasn’t sure what was going on between us but I felt that I could spend the rest of my life with her.

I got up, showered, got my things and walked back to my place, as Amaka was about to go for afternoon service at her church. Immediately I got into my house I realized how hungry I was. I didn’t eat the previous night before giving Amaka the best fuck of her life and that same morning I just fucked her again on an empty stomach. I checked the wall clock in the living room to find that it was almost 12 in the morning. It was a Sunday morning, no church for a wretched sinner like me so I grabbed my wallet and car keys and drove to find a good place to have the dinner I missed and my breakfast as well.

Got to Genesis Fast Foods and Restaurant  in GRA to find the place crowded as usual. It was the only place I liked to eat at on Sundays so I had to deal with it. By the time I was done placing my order and it had been given to me, I had eyes ogling me with amazement at what I was about to force down my stomach.

Even I would’ve been amazed if I wasn’t so hungry. In minutes I was done with the food and just sat at my table, watching the coming and going of customers. It was during my observing that I noticed a lady who’d been stealing glances at me from three tables to my right. She was seated alone, with a half-eaten plate of fried rice and peppered snails. She looked like a lady in her mid to late thirties but was very beautiful. Maybe someone with a husband and kids. I just pretended not to notice her but every time my eyes went in her direction I caught her looking at me then lower her eyes when she saw me glancing at her. Hmmm, I thought to myself. If we didn’t live in a world where the guy had to be the one to make the first move she’d be at my table already, chatting me up.

I still didn’t make any move. I just sat there texting at no one with my phone while she sat there, doing same. The plates had been cleared from her table just as they’d been cleared from mine but none of us wanted to leave. When it got to a point when I think she might have given up on me ever making that first move she got up and made to leave the restaurant.

She stood quite tall and elegantly dressed in a native sleeveless gown which stopped above her knees. Her legs were sparkling and well toned from where I sat. I watched her closely and just as she made to turn towards the door she shot one last glance at me and that was my cue that she was actually expecting something from me.

I quickly stood and made for the exit myself, I followed her from a distance until she made her way to a parked Ford Edge. Such a huge car for a woman, I thought to myself. She must either be filthy rich or married to some filthy rich nigga. Just as she opened the door of the SUV and was about to get in I walked briskly to her in my polo and shorts with sneakers on my feet, feeling so oddly dressed next to such an elegant lady.

“Hello madam” I said to her in my sweetest of voices. She looked at me skeptically for a second before answering. “Yes?”

“My name is Jonathan. I noticed you inside the restaurant and something inside of me, ministered to me that I should walk up to you and introduce myself before you leave.”

She chuckled. “Something inside you ministered to you?”

“Yes, yes. Something. I’m not sure. Maybe God or the Holy Spirit. I’m not quite sure.”

She chuckled again. “So the Holy Spirit ministered to you to come preach to me, hmm?” she asked with a sarcastic smile on her lips. Her eyes were so pretty. Her cologne oozed from her and into my nostrils with a scent that made me want to hug her so tight like she was mine. She looked older than me, but I couldn’t care less.

I laughed at her question. “Well, I’m not a preacher. But the fact that you’re the most beautiful lady I’ve met today is the gospel truth. I could preach that to everyone who cares to listen.”

That line struck gold as she laughed for a while, then smiled, then finally told me her name, Joy.

I chatted with Joy for a while but not too long. She refused to agree that she’d been stealing glances at me while we both sat in the restaurant but I didn’t push it. I took her phone number and promised to whatsapp her later that evening. She gave me that sweet smile of hers and drove off. Ten seconds after she left I stood looking at my phone. My call log showed on the screen. And just under Joy’s number which I’d just dialed was Amaka’s missed call. The good guy in me told me to delete Joy’s number. But the Evil Joe in me said

ARE YOU MAD? IS YOUR FATHER A BASTARD? Don’t even think of deleting that number. You will go home, whatsapp this new fine woman and even go as far as sexting her on the first night or I will do something drastic. You hear me???

From all my years of dealing with Evil Joe, I knew he had rarely led me in the wrong direction. Quite ironic, but true. I didn’t delete Joy’s number. And just as Evil Joe said, she called me that night and we had the hottest phone sex in the whole of the city that night…

To be continued.

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