For the past five days now, my Oga has been a bit cranky. She can always come to the shop, but she cannot go to her house.
I never quite understood why she was like that; it’s not as if she wasn’t enjoying herself over at Alhaji’s place. I wonder why she wanted to go back home so bad. Every time Alhaji dropped her at the office and spent time with us, she tried to smile through it, but as someone who has come to know her cheerful side, I know that she was not very happy.
According to what Fawaz told me, he was home with my oga during the weekend, and she received a call from Alhaji notifying her of his return. He came to the house to spend the night, and the second day, they both left, and since then, they have not come back to the house.
Well, I also told him what I knew: that they are over at Alhaji’s place with his first wife. I wondered how that would work out well for them. During that discussion, Fawaz once teased that Alhaji was probably hosting threesomes at his house with his wife and my oga.
It was a comment that I laughed about because, knowing Alhaji, he was not really capable of something like that unless my oga initiated it, because on Wednesday, Lekan came to the office in the morning to yap as usual. Asking whether I had not missed him.
Of course, I have not missed him. I have a new boyfriend now. A very handsome guy, in fact, and more learned than him. But he stood there laughing when I said that. Once, for him to double down and told me that if I had not missed him, then I should have missed his penis. I wanted to talk, but the words stuck in my throat.
Because if I was being honest, I had missed his penis. He has fucked me twice when we were dating, and I enjoyed it, but since then, I have not really fucked except on those days that I fingered myself at home.
Even though my oga has taught me how to get our customers to fuck me, I have not really been able to do that. So, instead of lying, I decided to look away, and all of a sudden, I started to hear the clicking sound of metal.
Once I turned my face to him, I was met by unbuckled trousers and his penis. My body shivered at the sight. Aside from the porn I constantly watched, I have not seen a penis in quite a while.
He stood there holding and swinging it at my face, laughing like an idiot and asking me whether I did not miss his penis. If we were being honest, I have missed this penis, but I still tried to be a hard girl.
I told him to take his penis away from me, but he kept bringing it so close to my face and dropping it on my chin, even though I tried to swat it off like twice. The third time, Lekan caught me by the wrist and forced me to hold his penis.
He asked his stupid question again, and this time, he told me to stop acting like I had not missed his penis, that I should touch it and play with it. Those words penetrated my skin and gave me goosebumps.
Like a zombie, I weakly tightened my grip on his penis a bit and just stroked it. That was all I wanted to do. Just stroke it a little and feel the penis under my palm. But it was responding too quickly to my touch.
Those gentle strokes made him as hard as iron, and I got flashbacks of when he fucked me last. He had to repeat himself before the words registered in my head,
“Let me quickly fuck you now…” I looked to my left and to my right; there was no one in the office.
My oga has told me that I can always get a customer and quickly fuck them around the office, but then she has warned me to not bring such affairs to her office like I did the last time.
“Let me sit down there, and you will just sit on the nail…” Lekan said again, and I could tell that he was beyond horny now. There was precum on his penis already, and it looked so enticing.
I continued to stroke his penis half-consciously because I was lost in my mind. When will I have another opportunity for sex? I cannot do it in my house; my parents are there. I cannot do it at the office because of privacy.
I cannot go to Lekan’s place; we already broke up, and my Oga has warned me sternly that I must not go to her house to fuck Fawaz, my new boyfriend, even though he invited me on Tuesday night after we both understood that my Oga was not going home and Fawaz was there all alone.
But my Oga had taken this into play and since Monday, she ensured that I closed and went home ahead of her. She even calls my parents to ensure that I was home. Now here is a penis asking for my pussy, and I swear to God, I was wet already just thinking of how it would open my pussy apart and make me moan.
So when he pulled me up by my wrist, I just weakly followed his directions as someone whose wet pussy craved some serious fucking. I felt when he moved behind me and sat on my seat.
He raised the hem of my skirt and held it up at the waist; I helped him hold it in place while he used one of his hands to pull my strings out of my ass and used his free hand to hold me by the waist.
Gradually, he started to lower me, and I could feel his penis opening my pussy lips. I was so wet that it just slid in easily. That first moan was so sharp and loud; it came from the depths of my soul.
I thought I could at least just sit there on Lekan’s nail to gather my senses because the way this penis entered me eh, I was discombobulated, but it seems he was not ready for all that patience. His second hand grabbed the other side of my waist, and with both hands holding me, he started to raise me up and bring me down on his penis. My Godddddd. I was swallowing my moans; my breasts were bouncing inside my shirt because I was not wearing a bra, and my pussy must be creaming Lekan’s penis by now because that penetration just kept getting smoother and smoother.
I had to finally let go of my skirt and hold his knees because my legs now were trembling and my eyes were flickering. I had started to gasp for air, and my shirt was now damp, glued to my skin.
Everything was going well until he said,
“Come on now, let me quickly fuck you now, I know that ajebutter boy that you’re dating his penis cannot be as good as my own. You self know me now; even your Oga has brought her friend for me, and I fucked that one like crazy over the weekend.”
That was when I snapped out of my subconsciousness and remembered the reason why I broke up with this fool in the first place.
Why was I holding his penis and stroking it myself? I dropped it and asked him to get out of my office. He stood there, shocked at the sudden change in my behaviour.
He tried to bring his penis close to my face again, and I told him that I would bite it off; I would not stop until I bit off his penis cap. He looked shook as I got on my feet and confronted him.
He tried to calm me down, but his penis was still out, so I started shouting to draw people’s attention. Seeing that I was not ready to be appeased, he quickly started to get decent amidst pleas and apologies before scurrying away like a rat.
After he had left, I looked back down at my nipples, and they were hard like small stones. Because I was not wearing a bra, when I was shouting at Lekan the other time, my breasts were rolling on my chest, and I just liked how that felt. Now I was horny, and I had chased Lekan away.
I checked the time, and I knew Oga would be around in just a few minutes. But I could still get a bit of relief. I sniffed the hand that I had used to stroke Lekan’s penis earlier, then I brought my phone out to select a nice porn video.
The moans and the way the girl was getting smashed from behind were what I imagined. Fawaz behind me and me taking his penis, moaning like a whore.
Two of my fingers found their way into my pussy as my legs stretched apart. My pussy has become used to that pair, and they quickly found those very interesting zones inside my pussy.
It did not take long before I came, and whitish, milkish liquid trailed into my palm. I felt hot but a bit relieved at the same time. I quickly hid my phone and went to wash off my hands. That was what I was doing when my Oga arrived with Alhaji.
I went on my knees and greeted them before taking their bags and leading the way to Oga’s office.
That was the routine till weekend, and I kept turning down Fawaz’s invitation to come to my Oga’s house for two reasons: one, it was too far from my house, and I could not tell my parents where I was going late in the evening; Fawaz also wanted me to sleep over.
Second, I was scared that I would get there and my Oga would catch us. I did not want to offend her. Today is Sunday, and I was in church. I sat at the back as usual and just bore the sermon and hymns.
I wanted to go home, and the konji from Wednesday was still bothering me. At the end of Church, my mother called on me to help one of the Church Elders take some provisions to their home because they were not feeling well.
I was in the company of another girl. I had no issues with it until we set out, and I realised that the route was quite close to my Oga’s house.
Immediately, I texted Fawaz, “Are you at home alone?”
Written by Reezy Sama
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