STORY: She Pulled Her Pants…“I Fuck*d” (18+) Part 7

If you missed the part Six yesterday, read it HERE!!!.

This story is written by Foxy_Flow (28FF386A), read below:

Na so I waka comot, carry my two two leg enter double pole. Na so the area as usual dey ask dark as night, well na night na. Those tiny red lights and white smokes come even many pass the previous day. For where, I no even look the lights two times. When toto call, preek answers. I got to Gordon’s house in a record time of three minutes. I no know if na fly I fly but I know say I fast reach there.

“Kpokor, kpokor, kpokor”

I hail my guy. We shake, him no even waste time.

“Attai, make I bounce na. Everything wey you need dey. Condom dey for inside fridge. Alomo ma and tramol dey there.”

Yesu. Who else keeps condoms in fridges if not Gordon. If asked why, his answer is simple.

“Keep in a cool, dry place”

Alomo I could manage but tramol? God forbid. Most time I don’t even wanna take any thing so I can feel the pleasure to the core. What’s the use of being under the influence of Alcohol, going marathon yet the alcohol had numbed the feeling in your Joystick? s*x is to be enjoyed by both parties ooo. Tramol again don do me strong thing. The last time I took it mixed with passion, can’t remember how many capsule exactly but damn, I vomited. My lips was dried for days and I was feverish for long. Do stay away from drugs please.

I quickly re-arranged him room. Opened his fridge and took one packet of Durex. Lol, very chilled durex condom, transferred it to the pillow. Took his body spray, air-freshener, sprayed-mixed them. The room smelt romantic to me or maybe my diicckk was doing the thinking. I opened the bottle of Alomo, the one they sell for N750 abi na N800 self, took a long gulp from inside. Looked at my time on my phone. It was almost 18 minutes since the last call with Hannah. It was time to go.

I stood up, closed the door, locked it, pocketed the key and strolled out of the compound. I stopped in front of a kiosk, bought Vicks Blue, chewed three and left one in my mouth for the feeling. My breath was smelling fresh to me but my eyes was beginning to get heavy. I was already getting high. I gulped the drink intentionally, sipping that bitter thing is really a big task.

“Hello, where are you?”

Was the first thing Hannah asked immediately I picked her call. I had moved very close to the wall to pick the call to avoid stories that touch. If I hear say this guys no dey move phones pass those for Mararaba, Under Bridge.

“I am at Oceanic Bakery. Where are you?”

I asked back.

“The bus just dropped someone at Secretariat Junction. I will be there soon.”

She ended the call. Now, we all know how it is. If you are expecting a girl, the way you make your phone call is different. You can call her for like an hour when she is at home and you are not expecting her. But the moment you fixed an appointment, I don’t really know why, the calls are always short.

“Hello, where are you now?”

“I am coming” — Click, you don drop call.

“Hello, it’s like 10 minutes late na”

“Sorry.” — Click, dropped call.

Na so una go do until she reach you place. Such is the power of toto ooo.

I walked into Oceanic Bakery. The chubby receptionist abi na server she be self was looking dull as usual. I don’t know if her world was cursed to be dull. I had tried to make jokes with her frequently but each time, I am met with a brick wall.

“Good evening o. See as you just fine”

Blank stare.

“Wallahi, na small thing, I think say na Agbani Darego siddon here”

I pushed further. Blank stare. I swallowed. She looked me in the eyes, her lips opened slightly.

“Wetin you wan buy?”

“Ah ahn, na so so business you like o. And to say you be Kaduna babe self.”

I was pushing her to smile. Maybe the Alomo was pushing me to push her.

“Seems you don’t have anything better to say.”

My phone rang. I looked at the screen. It was the same number Hannah had used in calling me. She had arrived. I quickly went out of the Bakery abi na Eatery. There, standing close to the road was Hannah. Her pink clothes hugging her bosoms tightly. The flayly (una know the type na) skirt she was wearing danced each time a car drove past. Her thick lips was shining from wet-lips. Something I would take away soon with my dried lips. I walked up to her. She was smiling shyly. I gave her my hand.

“welcome to my area.”

I said as she took my hand. I led her into the bakery where I wanted us to chill. I had bought a plate of Fan-Ice-cream and Tiger-Cake for both of us. I left mine unopened while she took a little bite from the cake. She drew closer to me and whispered.

“Let’s go to your house.”

Damn. My diickk responded almost immediately.

“Okay.”

I stood up, took her hand and led her out. I got to the door, waited for her to step out and as I was stepping out, I looked back to see the Receptionist smiling!! Jackpot!!

When we enter house, na so I quickly off light as per say na night. The home theater just dey blast dey go. And kai, this universal charger dey plugged to socket. Na so e just dey give disco light everywhere. Men the room just romantic. My preek stand and as per say we no yan love na, I know say na f’uuck carry her come. Me ma self, e don tay wey I Bleep.

“Baby, let me play my song for you”

I said to her. She had sat on the bed, licking her ice-cream. She nodded and I quickly went to the CD stand and picked my song. It is a 10-track song. Should have been eleven if to say Boko Haram no pursue me from Kano. 8 out of the songs are pure raps but damn, I could be romantic at times. I had two tracks dedicated to them women. Rapping poetically.

I no know the kind song wey she like so as per to lighten the mood, I just put the first love song. It is titled “Apologies”. you can get it from here —

As soon as the song started playing, she looked at me, the disco light from the universal charger was dancing on her face.

“It is a lie. You did not sing it. Oya sing it for me.”

Trust me, I just picked her up, held her waist and started singing the song for her. I started rapping much to her awe. She just opened her mouth and was staring at me. Now, this is one crazy part, she was grinding her pelvic slowly to my Joystick. I could literally feel her pu’s’sy mound on my hard Joystick.

I drew her closer, my hand which was on her waist dropped down slowly and grabbed her a’rse which I squeezed gently. I pressed her more to myself and well, she leaned on my shoulder, her soft breath touching my ears. We were like that for some time before I decided to explore her to the fullest, not time wasting, my other rap songs were hitting hard at the background. I knew there was no going back for me. Kai, any toto that followed me into the room when I have the intention of fu’c’king must be fu’c’ked.

I pulled her back a little while looking at her oily thick lips. I brought my face closer to hers and whoola, she pushed lips on mine. I know say e sound somehow to dey kiss stranger but damn, her lips were sweet, soft and warm. E be like the ice-cream no even affect her lips at all. We kissed while standing with her grind on my diicckk. My hand had moved to her shoulders which I massaged gently. I held her head and played with her ear lobes. Her hand was behind me rubbing me gently on my back, more like egging me on.

The bed was right there calling me but no way, I wanted to make her beg me to take her to the bed. I left her lips and bathed her face with kisses, nibbling gently on her face. Each light bite will make her go

“Ouch… Foxy , stop biting me jor”

If I hear. I had taking her earlobes in my mouth and was doing justice to it while my hand hovered on her bu’tt squeezing it gently. The babe had increased the frenzy of her deep sighs. She was throwing her head backward and giving me access to other part of her body. Now I felt crazy when I felt her hand on my dickkk. I did not know when my three-quarter went down. No sound of zip opening. I only know she had her warm hand on my diicckk and was squeezing away.

If babe begin play with your preek, the signal wey dey go your brain na for you to Bleep o. Na so I carry my hand with style hold her own like say I dey help her m’a’sturbate me. I quickly take her hand go back my waist o. Na so I bring my head come down come begin dey kiss this babe with her cleavage dey bite her small small.

“Ouch… Ouch… Fooxxxyyyyy”

For where, I put hand under her cloth, raise am up, na so she raise her hand up like say I command her. Men, I pull the cloth comot come see say na red bra na im she wear. I carry hand try cover her boo’bs, for where, the thing too big for me. Na so I being massage the nip’ple from the bra. I know say the thing go dey feel rough rough for her bosom. But gosh, the reaction was great. My name comot from her mouth o. Na

“aowww… uhhhhsssss… sssssss….”

Na im replace am. I know say I dey do good job. This babe still carry her yeye hand go grab my diicckk o. I think say she was begin dey rub am, for where, she carry begin rub her toto from outside. My preek normally sabi comot pre’c’um wella.

“Hahahahha… You are dripping ooo”

Kai, which kind statement be that. I no bother reply am, I just say uh uh, carry hand press her bra go down come bring the b’r’e’ast come out. Na so I bury my lips on top. O boy, her Tip cover my mouth (exaggeration). I begin suck, forget, I give am one long succkkk like say I wan force milk comot. Na so she leave my preek begin press my head to her bre’a’st o. The bigness of the br’e’ast begin choke me o. Kai, I no fit breath, e be like the babe wan kill me. Na so I push my head go back. By that time, the babe leg don begin shake. Her moan don high. Men, I no bother comot her skirt. I just raise am up, put my hand under her skirt. O boy, I retract the hand sharpaly. e be like say her toto don turn shower o. The kind toto wey I dey like.

I don’t bout you but seriously, I always feel I am doing the girl a favour if I fu’c’k her and her pu’us’sy is not the type that gets wet that much. Kai, I knew I had gotten me a great fu’c’k.

Na so I slip my middle finger enter the toto. The babe rush hold my hand….

“I don’t want to do it.”

At the same time, na so knock come for door, I hear my name.

“FoxyB”

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