Aunty Sidi! Aunty Sidi!! Lekan! Knocks, knocks, knocks and then tears followed as I heard Dara call out to her saviour to help her.
At a point, she knocked persistently and was asking what we were doing inside the office; she was saying that I was being unfair for sleeping with her boyfriend. All her rants would not go beyond that door, and I know she dared not come inside my office without me giving the go-ahead.
And what did she even mean by I was sleeping with her boyfriend? She had no evidence of that. If she were in the office with us right now, she would see that it was her boyfriend who was sleeping with me. That boy was fucking the hell out of my pussy.
And when my phone began to ring, the moment he noticed that I was planning to take the call, he grabbed my hands one after the other and held them on my back. Like that, all I could do was to moan, watch my phone ring repeatedly and feel how my breasts bounced furiously on my chest as I collected some wicked deep strokes from behind.
Alhaji would definitely not be happy that I am not picking up his calls; he has always complained about that, and if he comes to my office now and finds out that I am getting fucked by someone else, only God can tell how mad that would make him.
But was I willing to stop this fuck? No! I had been turned on all day, and my session with Ezekiel was cut short – Lekan was properly taking care of that horniness right now, he was really putting that penis inside my pussy and making me run out of breath.
His girlfriend continued to bang the door, but her boyfriend, who was forming chivalry before, did not even break his strokes even when he heard her crying. I guess my pussy is that sweet, wet and tight for him.
Within all that noise, I am able to trace back to when and how I met Alhaji. The journey was a funny one filled with grace and betrayals. It was about one year after the incident with my Oga – Mama Nimota. I later fucked her husband, but that is a story for some other time.
Before I met Alhaji, I managed a small kiosk by the roadside, a few benches for my customers, a big pot to cook herbs, a big local stove and a basin where I arranged my herbal mixtures and sachet alcohol.
One of my customers was Suraju. He was a street boy and one of those guys that I actually liked. He was one of my penis – after buying herbs for sexual performances, I would let him test it on me at the back of my kiosk.
Only my penises got this exclusive deal, and they always paid more than the average customer. These quickies with my customers are things to look forward to. They happen at night, many times there were other customers at the front of the kiosk enjoying their herbs, alcohol and useless gists.
Times like this, I would sneak to the back of the kiosk, and my penis that wanted to test his herb would sneak to join me moments later. I would quickly raise my gown, and their already hard penis would immediately latch onto my pussy.
It was always hard, rough and short fucks that would leave my pussy dripping juice. You had 3 minutes of good fuck after which I would excuse myself.
You can sort the rest out with your wife at home or with the hookup girl you pick later. I would wash off my pussy with cool water and return to my spot, popping bubble gum loudly as if nothing had happened a few minutes ago.
Well, Suraju suddenly stopped coming to my kiosk to buy herbs, and since he was one of my favourite customers and penis, it made me a bit worried. I asked some people who may know him, but they all did not have any answers for me. The only one that had information for me said Suraju had changed levels and did not relate with our kinds anymore – our kinds as in “poor people”.
That hurt me a little, and I gave up on the matter until one day when I saw a big jeep ride toward my shop. The face looked so familiar, and eventually, I figured that it was Suraju in the driver’s seat.
I jumped for joy. He really had made it. In my head, all I could think of was how to latch onto Suraju so that he would help me level up, too. I got to the driver’s side and started hailing when the passenger window from behind rolled down. I was shocked to see the woman inside.
She looked so clean and fine with her blood-red lipstick. All my excitement disappeared. I had no idea who she was. If she were Suraju’s wife, I could not compete with her, and if she were his boss, I might have put him in trouble with my performance.
I shyly said, “Good evening, ma,” and her warm response really caught me off guard. I do not know why I expected her to act all high and cold toward me.
She told Suraju to quickly get what he wanted from me so that they could leave.
He said, “yes ma,” and dropped from the car, dragging me to my kiosk. He asked me to mix his usual aphrodisiac but to make it stronger because he had a serious job on his hands that night.
Hearing that and connecting it to what the woman in the car said, my eyebrows raised immediately. I gave a mischievous smile and tried to interrogate Suraju, but he said that there was no time.
Instead, he took my phone number and said that he would call me.
He rushed out, and I stood there watching the taillights of the car as it zoomed off. In my mind, I kept trying to picture different reasons as to who Suraju was going to use that aphrodisiac for, and the only conclusion I kept coming back to was the madam in his car.
But how? I was left in suspense all evening and could not stop checking my phone for Suraju’s call. At some point, I felt stupid for not collecting his phone number instead. That night dragged very slow and there were not many sales.
I got home and took a bath, tied a wrapper across my breasts and counted how much I made for the day. I lay in bed almost naked as my wrapper continued to untie itself, but I was not bothered by that. I stayed alone. After waiting till midnight and not hearing from Suraju, I finally fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke with a start – in my dream, I had imagined myself oversleeping and missing several calls from Suraju.
When I scrambled for my phone, however, there was not a single missed call there, and once again, I was disappointed. I just lay in bed there with my wrapper fully away from my body now, and I was stark naked.
After like an hour of lying there motionless, thinking of my life, I felt the bed vibrating, and my phone started to ring. My heart began to thump as I grabbed the phone and saw it was an unsaved contact.
My palm even got a bit sweaty as I picked up the call. Suraju’s voice came from the other side, and I could not help but feel sorry for him. He sounded too tired. He said that last night till this morning was quite an event, and he had just returned home moments ago, and he wanted to call me before he sleeps off and returns to work after.
I laughed mischievously and asked whom he had used the aphrodisiac to fuck. He laughed and asked whether I was a child, and he asked if I did not see the madam in his car from the day before.
The confirmation of what I had been guessing all along made my heart race, and the thought of that thick woman on the bed with legs spread wide and Suraju fucking her senseless made me wet up in the pussy.
I know this because bar our quickies at my kiosk, I had visited Suraju’s house quite a lot, and he had spread my legs just like that and fucked rubbish out of my pussy.
I gasped at the imagination, the thoughts and his revelation before I called Suraju onidokudo – translation not available. We both laughed it off, and I asked if I could come over to his place and get some of that penis, too.
I could actually use it because I was beginning to get turned on. Suraju flatly turned me down o. He said he was tired already, and he only has the next few hours to sleep before returning to work, and he might still need to service his madam again.
Hearing that made my nipple harden a bit more. And now I was pained on the call, but I laughed it off and asked if Madam liked to fuck that much.
Suraju boomed with laughter and said if she did not like to fuck that much, why would he ask me to spike the aphrodisiac? It all made sense to me then. And I asked if she had no husband.
Suraju said her husband was hale and hearty, but then he travels a lot and does not have much time for her. I understood her situation then, and Suraju topped it off with an apology that he would not be able to have me over because his madam keeps a close eye on him.
I accepted my fate. I would find other ways to please myself. I heard nothing from Suraju for the next few days until they approached me again, and this time, the madam came down following Suraju to my kiosk. I was a bit scared and jealous until he told me that she was just going to stay in my shop for a little while so that he could fix the car tyre with the vulcaniser down the street.
Written by Reezy Sama
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