I listened with rapt attention, noticing how Alhaji was nearly mumbling and stammering as he gave me information about his health. I laughed wickedly in my heart, fully knowing that I already had him in my hold; it would not be harder now to have him exactly where I wanted him.
I hoped he saw the tattoo on my breast – guys always loved it. If he did not, I stylishly adjusted the neckline of my dress to make it more visible. “Wow”, I heard him say as my happiness increased.
Alhaji asked if that was a tattoo, and I confirmed it, rolling my eyes and trying to cover it immediately as if revealing it was not intentional. He asked why I was trying to cover it. I said,
“Ha, I did not know that I was almost naked o in the presence of a married man”. He scoffed and said he was not complaining. I retorted by saying that even if he was not complaining, what about my value – I was already reducing my value.
He went quiet as I handed him the plate of meat, and I could feel his eyes almost tear my dress off my chest to see my full breasts. The best form of seduction has always been when you show off a hint of nudity – it tortures the seduced person and keeps them in a perennial state of imagination and salivation.
I gently walked away, fully knowing that my blouse had ridden off my back and my waist was now visible, and so were my waistbeads. I made my ass jiggle a little, fully knowing that I had Alhaji’s eyes glued to my body.
As I was almost close to my seat, he called out and asked how many waistbeads I had on me. I turned around quickly like I did not know my beads were exposed, and I checked my back to confirm before I pulled down my top to cover them.
Alhaji raised both hands in a quiet protest and asked why I covered them. Once again, I said I would be devaluing myself by letting him see me like that because if he has seen everything private about me, then what else is there for my future husband to see?
He laughed and said that he could offer me more than my future husband. I finished adjusting myself and sat before telling him that I was not interested in whatever he was offering since he was already married and his wife is a good customer of mine.
He called his wife’s name, hissed and shook his head before he threw the last piece of meat in his mouth and chomped on it. I quickly went to the sink to fetch some water for him to wash his hands.
This time, I was closer to him, and in my bent over position, my cleavage was just a few inches away from his eyes.
As he washed off his hands, I watched him lick off his lips, and his eyes just remained on my cleavage. The message was just so clear to decipher, he did not lick his lips because my stew was too delicious, he had to do it because in his mind he wanted me to pull my breasts out of my blouse and put my nipples in his mouth for him to suck.
As I walked away to dispose of the water, he asked how many beads I had on again, and I just laughed and told him to stop that because I am just like a daughter to him. He burst a deep laugh and asked me to mention his full name. I stood there dumbfounded, and he continued laughing, asking me why I did not know my father’s full name.
At this point, I had to smile at his cheekiness before I finally told him that I had six waistbeads on. He immediately disputed and said the beads were more than six pieces.
I looked at him in disbelief and told him how he would know something that I put on myself. Yet, he disagreed, stating that he wanted to confirm it himself by counting. I shook my head and told him that he was not serious, then I came over to pour him a cup of my herb.
I hesitated, knowing that if I wanted Alhaji to fuck me right now, he would not turn down the offer based on what I had seen of him so far – he seemed so sex starved that he was basically throwing himself at me.
But then, I still wanted to see what he would be like when he becomes desperate. As I stood beside him, finally pouring the herb in the cup, I felt his hand come onto my waist, and I just turned my eyes to him. He looked right back at me and said he just wanted to confirm the number of my beads.
I turned my eyes back to the cup and gave him the go-ahead. Slowly, he pulled my bead strand by strand till he was satisfied with the number of beads. I handed him the cup of herbs and asked how many beads he counted in total. He smiled and confirmed that they were indeed six in number.
I shook my head and started to head back to my seat, stating that he did not need to count the number of beads on my waist; he just wanted to touch my body. He laughed again and downed the cup of herb in his hand.
His facial expression changed almost instantly to show how bitter the concoction was, and he just nodded his head to tell me that he was fine when I asked if he was okay. A few minutes after he dropped the cup, I stood and started to pack up in preparation to leave. He looked surprised and asked what was going on. I told him that I was headed to my shop already.
He asked if I was not going to wait for my payment, and I mentioned that I had been paid already. He looked a bit defeated before asking if I would not wait to look after his health to ensure he was getting better. I told him that I was not paid for that and I had already done what I came for; waiting there would only allow him to touch me again.
He apologised and said he just wanted company and he would pay me double for what I was supposed to earn for that day. I was overjoyed in my head, but I still wanted to play hard to get a bit more.
So, I told him he would also pay for touching my waist and the beads earlier. He told me that it would not be a problem. All the while the conversation was going on, I was trying to check his jalabia to see if I could see his penis starting to rise.
I saw nothing – either the jalabia was hiding it well or he has a small penis. I hoped it would be the former, but seeing how his wife was jumping on other boys’ penis outside, it may as well be the latter.
After we agreed, I still packed my stuff and set it aside. I tried to go back to my seat, but Alhaji wanted me to sit on his couch. When I tried to sit beside him, he tapped his lap and asked me to sit there.
I looked at him with questionable eyes before he smiled and told me to never mind and just sit beside him. I rolled my eyes, not wanting to play hard any further because I needed to find out if he had a small penis or if it was the jalabia that was covering it.
I removed his hand from his lap and sat there pressing my ass firmly into his crotch, hoping to feel his penis, but still, nothing. I was just disappointed, I had just dressed up for nothing, but at least I had gained more money than I would have earned in the next four months.
Alhaji sent me money almost immediately after I sat on his lap. As he sent the money, I felt his palm rubbing my lower back. I received the money and smiled at it, but before I could even give him my appreciation, I started to feel something rising and touching my ass.
There was no need to play a fool; my aphrodisiac had finally kicked in, and his penis was starting to rise.
Soon, I had to rearrange myself on Alhaji’s lap to feel his penis better. My movements caused him some discomfort, which I could see on his face and in his grip around my waist, which tightened.
I smiled in my head after confirming that he did not have a small penis, then I looked at him in the eyes – I loved the way he was palpitating, especially because that turn of mine brought my cleavage so close to his face again.
I asked him if he was okay. He nodded his head but could not utter a word to back it up. Then I used my finger to wipe off the bead of sweat that was beginning to form around his forehead before I told him that he did not look okay to me. He remained mute, his breath getting heavier.
“Alhaji, your penis is touching my bumbum o, are you sure you still want me to sit on your lap or should I sit down on the chair so that you can compose yourself?” He said nothing at all, and his breath just continued to get heavier. Then I gave him the third option, which simply broke the table.
“Or, do you want to fuck?” That simple question made his breath cease, especially as I grabbed one of his palms and placed it on my breast – the one with the tattoo and I helped him direct his second hand between my thighs.
I am sure he could feel the warmth that was trapped in there, and I stopped at my panties, leaving him to use his fingers to push them aside and push his fingers inside me.
Since I started to feel his penis on my ass, my pussy already started getting wet, and it allowed his finger to easily enter me. It made me grab the back of his neck, and I just looked into his eyes.
I saw the lust in it, and now, I just pulled my blouse down a little and revealed my bra. He continued from there and brought my breast out of the bra cup and immediately pushed my nipple inside his mouth. I gasped a little.
Written by Reezy Sama
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