Written by Vixen Banks
I had gone to the market for some materials. Maybe because I was more matured or Alhaji feels he could trust me now, I drive myself in town with the driver driving only if I have to go out of town. I was putting what I bought in the boot of the car when I saw a familiar figure in the car beside mine. On closer inspection I saw that it was Ibrahim and I called out his name. We were so happy to see each other that we lingered and talked for almost two hours but as much as the thought of our last meeting was at the surface of our talk, none of us could bring him/herself to talk about it. He told me he came to do some things in town and was staying in a hotel not too far from the market and asked if I wanted to see.
With misgivings but with a strange compulsion, I said yes. I locked my car and got into his, following him to his hotel room. As we got out the car and climbed to his floor, the misgivings I had felt earlier came back again.
“I don’t know why I came,” I said. Ibrahim didn’t answer as he opened the door and ushered me inside. I brushed past him and looked for a place to sit down. I chose the chair farthest from the bed. Yet, I couldn’t help giving the bed nervous glances.
“You seem nervous’’ he said ‘’You don’t have anything to fear. Would you like a drink?”
“Yes, please” I answered
He took out two chilled cans of malt from the fridge and brought me one. I took the drink with trembling fingers, suddenly feeling shivers go through me as his fingers touched mine. Coming here was such a bad idea. I could already feel my nipples hardening and my pants wet! I nervously opened the can and took a sip. Ibrahim had not moved away. Then I felt his hand touching me just below the knee. I could feel the heat from his hands through the material of my skirt.
“Please,” I said. “I shouldn’t have come here. I just felt we should catch up more on old times. I…” my voice tapered off as I became lost for words. I knew why I had come. I was only deceiving myself if I said I did not know.
He moved his hand to the inside of my leg just at the end of my skirt. I looked down at his hand petrified and at the same time excited, I could feel the thumping of my heart increase.
He bent down and kissed me very softly on the lips. I felt his tongue brush my teeth but I wouldn’t open up. I tried to make my body stiff but I couldn’t control the shivers permeating my body.
“You shouldn’t do that,” I said.
“You came here for me to do this,” he said.
I looked into his face and I knew his words were true. I had come here for this. I asked myself why. Alhaji made me happy. He satisfied me. Then why did I have this big attraction to this man, knowing fully well what would come of it.
“I have to go,” I said, trying to get up from the chair.
He kissed me again but this time it was a rough, demanding kiss and I had to open my mouth to him. I moaned softly when I felt his tongue slipping into my mouth and going into my throat.
His hand caressed my knees and thighs but he still hadn’t gone up under my skirt. I found my eyes drawn to his crotch where I saw the huge bulge forming there. My mind and body remembered the feel of that bulge deep inside me as I sat on it in the classroom at school, the feel of the warm sperm that had spurted deep inside me and I felt a shiver run through me. My mouth was dry. I kept telling myself that I was a good wife, that I should get up and leave before things got started. I had done nothing wrong yet. Only a kiss. I could leave.
I knew that I wouldn’t as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Come here,” he said.
I stood up and walked to him. He tugged me down unto his lap and I felt his hard bulge pressing against my buttocks. He kissed my throat softly, and then ran his tongue over my cheek and to my mouth. This time his lips were hungry and his tongue fondled my tongue roughly. I was breathing rapidly when he released me. Once more I looked down at myself and saw the edges of my green panties as his hand slowly crept up under my skirt and touched my pussy.
“Oh no,” I said half-heartedly. “You shouldn’t do that. I shouldn’t let you.”
I put my hand on his arm but I didn’t have the strength to push him away. His fingers touched my wet cunt through my wet panties.
“You hot little slut,” he said. “You’re already cumming. I’ve fucked so many women in the past two years but none of them as slutty or sweet or wet as you. Even when you protest, your body shouts yes, yes and your pussy screams it the loudest”. I felt like I was going to die of shame as my body reacted to his words and pulsed, begging for his touch, begging for his cock. My mouth was saying no but my body was screaming yes with all its breath.
He pulled me back onto the bed on top of him. He bruised my mouth with hard kisses while his hands went underneath my skirt to cup my buttocks.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I moaned softly.
He pushed me over onto my back and his weight came down on top of me. His hands went to the zip of my blouse. I tried to stop him once more. It was too late. He peeled my blouse back to reveal my boobs concealed in a green bra.
“Stop,” I pleaded.
“You don’t want me to stop,” he said. “You want me to fuck you. You have beautiful boobs. I didn’t have the time to look at them properly the last time. Now I intend to feast on them.”
He lifted me back and easily unsnapped my bra. He pulled it off me and I felt the cool air of the air conditioner against my naked flesh. He tried to cup one boob in his hand and began to softly massage it.
“Succulent,” he kept whispering. “Really succulent.”
He bent his head and his tongue flicked at my nipple. I felt it begin to ache with excitement. His hot mouth closed over it gently. I tried feebly to tug at his head but my fingers just simply ended up running through his shaved head while soft, guttural moans escaped my throat.
He opened his mouth wider and more of my boob was drawn into his hot mouth. He used his tongue and lips on my skin until I could hardly stand it.
“Oh please ohhhhhhh,” I moaned. “Stop. Please stop.”
I was not saying it loud enough or forcefully enough to matter. His lips and tongue caressed my boobs until they were both swollen with lust. My skirt was up above my waist and I could feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he took his cock out. Then he took my hand and pressed it against his stiff bulge.
“Like that, Fateema?” he said. “I bet it’s the biggest one you’ve ever felt. Remember how it felt inside of you in the classroom? Remember it pouring cum into your womb the way Alhaji’s cock never could?”
I have never been so hot! Even that day in the classroom, the heat inside me was not as intense as this. It felt like I was going to explode anytime soon with the amount of heat inside of me. He pressed my hand harder against him and I felt his cock jump through his trousers. I hardly knew what I was doing as I reached for his zipper. Slowly I tugged it down and then reached inside for his cock. I found his hot cock bunched in his boxers and my fingers laced around the stem.
“Pull it out, baby,” he insisted. “Pull it out.”
I swallowed nervously as I tugged his immense rod out through the opening of his trousers. Again I felt the stiff prick jump excitedly in my fingers. I could suddenly feel my panties get even wetter, and my fingers were getting sticky as I moved them up and down on his cock.
“Good,” he gasped. “You’ve learned.” I hadn’t really, I had never touched another dick before, not even Alhaji’s. I guess when sluttiness runs in the blood, one naturally learns these things. He rolled away from me and made me remove my hand. I wondered what he was doing but didn’t have to wait long to find out. He stripped out of his clothes quickly to reveal a hard, masculine body.
My gaze fell to his massive balls and I shivered again as a loud gasp escaped me at the thought that I had ever had something that big inside me without even feeling any pain. He just smiled.
“Take your panties off,” he said.
“Please,” I said. “I can’t go through with this. I can’t do it.”
I kept saying the things I knew I should say but was taking my panties off at the same time. I slid them down my legs and kicked them off. He licked his lips as he stared at my hairy pussy.
“Hairy,” he said. “I like a bushy pussy. Spread your legs wide, Fateema. I’m ready to give you a sweet fucking, you know you want it, so stop pretending.”
The coarse words coming out of his mouth instead of annoying me only excited me even more. A sweet fucking was what I wanted. I found myself spreading my legs apart and allowing him to look into the inner lips of my pussy. In fact, I was getting the more flushed as he gazed deeply into my exposed pussy.
“You’ve got a beautiful cunt, firm and tight to the grip. I didn’t believe you had two kids that day I fucked you” he said as he leaned across me. I felt two of his fingers massaging my juicy wet cunt. I moaned as I felt one of his fingers slipping inside of me.
“I’m ready, baby,” he said. “I’m ready to give you a good fucking.”
“Yes,” I said, that memory of long ago coming unbidden into my eyes “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” I blinked. Who said that? Who had just asked to be fucked hard? Definitely not me am sure. But it was.
He got between my legs and I felt the hard head of his cock pressed against my pussy. I screamed as he shoved his huge prick partly into me. It felt sooooooo full, like it was in my womb.
“Fuck me!” I yelled. “Fuck me! Please give it to me good!” I had finally let go, accepting that I wanted Ibrahim to fuck me. Accepting that my body had been longing for his prick for the past two years now. I am not a good wife. I knew that I was loud and somebody might hear but at the moment, I just didn’t give a damn who heard. I wanted to be fucked and fucked good. Ibrahim obliged as he slammed his cock all the way into me and I breathed a sigh of relief. He felt so good inside me. So good. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his back.
“Give it to me, please please pleaseeeee,” I moaned. “Give it to me!”
He began to fuck me in quick, hard strokes. He was playing with my ass as he fucked me and I was loving it. I wanted to be abused and treated roughly. That was what I’d always wanted after that day with him, that was the only thing I was good for, a woman who cheats on her husband and loves it should be used and abused and he was giving it to me just the way it should be.
My breath was coming in loud gasps as I realized I was cumming. It had never been like this. I saw the stars that I’d known he’d make me see, just the way I had seen them two years ago.
“Oh fuck. It feels too good. Too good. I love it. Ohhhhhhhhh, I’m coming. I’m coming! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed at the top of my voice as I felt that overwhelming release. A floodgate had been flung wide open and cum was gushing out in chunks as I thrashed and writhed upon the sheets, begging him not to stop fucking me, thrusting back to receive every stroke he had to give.
My orgasm shook my body as I’d never been shaken before, it was more intense even than that day two years ago. It went on and on and on and felt like I was having series of orgasms. Then all at once I came crashing back to earth, still panting, my toes curled up and my legs kicking imaginary bicycles in the air.
But his cock was still in me and still hard. He slowly pulled his cock from my clutching pussy and placed it against my stomach.
“Turn over,” he said. “Get up on your hands and knees.”
“But what are you going to do?” I asked.
“Just do it,” he demanded.
I turned over and got up on my hands and knees. Once more he slammed his cock deep into my pussy. He leaned across me and grabbed my boobs as he savagely pounded his cock into my hungry cunt. On and on he pounded into me from behind, it was not a familiar position but that was the day I developed a love for the doggie position as his stroke went in deeper than before and he was fondling and pinching my hanging boobs causing me to cum twice more before he finally released my boobs, gripped me by the waist and delivered rapid fire strokes into my well used pussy before finally slamming into me hard, grunting and pouring warm sperm deep inside me like that day two years ago
“Nhggggggggggggggggggg’’ he grunted as he poured and poured what must have been litres into me before finally collapsing on my back.
Twice more afterwards Ibrahim fucked me that day in his hotel room, in different positions that I never knew existed, but I loved it. he sucked my boobs like only my children had ever sucked them but unlike my children, the feeling was exquisite as it flowed down to that flower between my legs and sent shivers all through me. But every good thing has to come to an end. We departed that day exchanging numbers and him promising to come get me at the same market we had met in three days’ time.
I was a changed woman. My sexuality had been aroused. I tried to hide it from Alhaji when we were having fun two days later but he felt it and loved it. I was freer with him. Then the anxiety started as I started waiting for Ibrahim to call. My pussy was itching, I needed his cock to fill me up. He had opened my eyes to the joy of good old fucking and was now starving me of it. Three days passed, a week, two weeks, until it was close to a month when his call came in that I should meet him in the hotel. The relief was clearly written over me as I went up with him in his hotel room and hugged him but his countenance was cloudy. Then he threw an envelope at me.
I was shocked. I could feel Ibrahim’s eyes on me as I turned over the glossy photographs enclosed in the envelope
“I can’t believe it,” I shouted. “You took pictures. Why did you do that?”
Ibrahim smiled. He knew he had me exactly where he wanted me. It was time for him to take off his nice-guy mask.
“Why do you think, bitch?” he said coldly.
I had never been talked to that way. I looked up in surprise. I had been sorry and ashamed of what had happened between me and Ibrahim at first, then later acceptive of the slut he had turned me into. But I still didn’t want to lose my home, my children, my life. I know what Alhaji would do to me if he found out about my indiscretion. And then this.
I looked down once more at the pictures. Glossy pictures of me being fucked doggie, with my boobs handing, a cock obviously buried inside me and my face upturned in ecstasy! the pleasure in them could not be mistaken! me with my kegs on Ibrahim’s shoulder as he pounded into me. the clearest thing in those pictures was my expression! i was enjoying it, i couldnt feign rape.There was no doubt it was me. My nude flushed body, my hanging boobs, the birth mark on my buttocks visibly displayed for all to see. My husband would need no soothsayer once he saw these pictures and my mouth was open in heat. I looked depraved. My face told a whole new story that was strange and foreign to the me known to all close to me.
“Oh my God,” I cried softly as the reality of my situation dawned on me. “I don’t understand. I really don’t understand.”
“It’s simple,” he said. “You took a little pleasure. Now you’re going to have to pay for it.”
“Blackmail,” I answered. “You want money?”
“Not money,” he said. “I just want you to go to work for me. I saw your potential right from our university days but you were hidden away and I could not get close enough to hook you to sex. I knew you were a slut, you only needed someone to bring out the real you. That day in the classroom I thought I had finally got you but you slipped away. For two whole years I trailed you and that day in the market, I knew you had been stewing, longing for my cock and like a lamb you walked straight to the slaughter’’ he finished with a wicked smile.
“Oh my God,” I said again. “I’ll pay you money. I’ll do that. But I couldn’t do that, please, not that”
“You will,” he said.
I didn’t like the slow smile that came over his face. I tugged my skirt down and got off the bed. I walked to the door and put my hand on the knob. At that moment I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t believe that he would ever part with those pictures.
“Don’t go out that door, Fateema” he warned. “Or you’ll find your pictures going on every newspaper in the country and beyond and on the internet. I will mail it to your husband, your senior wife and your step children. Your parents will see them, your siblings, everybody that matters to you…….Dare me and see.”
Then I knew he meant what he said. He was not bluffing. I knew what going to work for him meant, but I couldn’t allow those pictures to be distributed. I turned around to face him once more.
“You win,” I said timidly, all the fight going out of me “So what do I get to do working for you?” I asked with tears streaming down my face.
“You know. Don’t pretend you don’t know but so that we are not mistaken, let me spell out your duty. You will fuck whoever, whenever and wherever I tell you. Now I am your master, your pimp, I will make money off your ripe body, your sluttiness while you will enjoy it. If only you know the number of men and the kind of money they will pay to fuck a decent looking lady like you. You will become a hot cake! You may think I am being wicked right now but in time you will love your job so well that you will never think of stopping” he said. “Now strip off, bitch. We’re going to have a little lesson to seal the bargain.”
And that was how I became Ibrahim’s whore, to be pimped out at his discretion and as much as I hate to admit it, his last words have turned out to be true. I have never looked back or regretted that decision in the past eight months. Oh, if you know the things I have done during these months, the number of men ie fucked, the places i have been fucked, the orgies, the groupies, the role playing…. Sigh. Just know that I’m a whored out housewife and loving it.
Vixen blogs at http://missyerotica.blogspot.com.ng/