Mere seeing Collins with Amabe the witch doctor who just fucked me in the restroom verified all my fears about Collins. So this two even knew each other, heeeiiii! What a small world indeed.
What if Amabe was Collins’ juju plug and I had gone to the same Amabe for protection from Collins, does it mean that the cleansing might not work? What was Collins even doing there sef?
Yes, I understood someone who could give out that large amount of money to a total stranger was wealthy enough to be at that party, but at that moment my head was questioning everything and looking into every possibility.
How did Collins know Amabe? Was he one of Amabe’s many clients? If yes then Collins was definitely into something diabolic and then I began to doubt the effectiveness of Amabe’s ritual on me.
I remained in the restroom and watched them from the small glass window, from the way they talked and laughed and I could tell they were well acquainted, I wish I could eavesdrop on their conversation if not for the music blasting from the speakers outside.
I stayed there in the restroom until they finished talking and left before I stepped out to look for my Odogwu. That evening at the party aswear I wasn’t myself. My eyes flew from one end of the large compound to the other end.
As I tried hard to avoid any direct contact with Collins, I also made efforts to keep away from Amabe too, but that one wouldn’t just let me be. Small thing he would come very close and grab my ass or whisper one nasty thing in my ear that would make my pussy wet instantly.
Honestly, it got to the point that if he had asked me to remove my panties again, I would gladly do it immediately.
Finally my Odogwu told me it was time for us to leave the party, you need to see the speed at which I jumped inside his car, even my Odogwu knew I badly wanted to leave the gathering. When he dropped me off at my apartment, he asked me if I was sure I didn’t want to spend another night at his place.
I had spent the past three days with this my Odogwu and I had enjoyed one of the best times of my life with him, but I told him NO! I couldn’t allow that man fuck me that night after everything Amabe had done to my pussy, I didn’t want anyone to spoil Amabe’s dickprint on my pussy.
I was also following Agatha’s instruction of “one night one man” unless I would destroy my heaven’s gate and besides my pussy was still hurting me from Amabe’s energetic fuck. In fact that man should consider combining porn with his witchcraft because he would do well as a pornstar too.
He had the tool and he knew just how to pound a woman to orgasm. Only a few men can make a woman climax from penetration and Amabe was one of those men. Then I thought of Collins again, that guy had also given me one of my best sex sessions. He gave me a combination of mad pleasure and enough money too.
What more would I have asked for, from a man who fucked well and spent well. But then I remembered the tears, that scary moment when he started crying and then the fact that he knew Amabe and was probably his client.
I won’t deny that Amabe’s jazz worked well because after that day with Amabe in the restroom, I started getting new customers. I was billing my clients very high and they were ready to pay any amount I mentioned without complaining. As the saying goes “Ashawo get plenty customers, na toto dey suffer am” My pussy was taking all the pounding and pumping but as for the money it was coming in steady.
Within a few weeks, I was on top of my game.
At one point, I felt like the most reliable Olosho in town with the way big men were rushing me from every corner. I wished Amabe could just come and fuck more good luck juju inside me. Finally my large nyansh and pussy was taking me to places I would never have imagined I would go to.
Travelling by air became a normal thing as I travelled from one state to another like one whore evangelist spreading the gospel of my pussy. Agatha gave me all the immoral support I needed and I was happy I had the right mentor.
She introduced me to several pussy cleansers, pussy sweeteners and tightening supplements and I used them judiciously. I had to keep my work tool intact and healthy at every point to avoid breakdown.
“I come dey reason if na my toto sweet pass for the whole country”. My mighty nyansh still did magic especially with all this big old men. Just few thrust from my behind and they are already jerking, calling on their ancestors to receive them.
I didn’t get to test the effectiveness of Amabe’s protective charm until I met one Alhaji like that. Mere staying in the same room with this man I could easily guess his line of business and when I finally asked him, I confirmed my guess was right.
Alhaji was a goat dealer; he said he sold goats from the northern part of the country to other parts of the country. This man had bastard money but that one did not keep the smell of goat away from him.
I wondered if he lived with his goats in the same room or he used a goat scent perfume because I couldn’t tell why the goat smell was that strong on him. But the amount of money Alhaji gave me was enough to make me endure the goat smell.
When this old Alhaji removed his trousers and briefs, if you see the long mighty preek he had between his legs, for a second I thought he had three legs. For someone his age I thought it was a kind of sickness or deformity but when I looked at it very well I realized it was his natural gbola.
One gigantic penis that curved like a garden sickle. I didn’t mind sha afterall no be by size but na by if the user sabi use am well. I gave him condom to wear but he refused that he doesn’t like sex with condom.
At first, I didn’t agree to go raw with him until he wired another huge amount of money into my account and I removed my panties immediately.
By the time Alhaji spread my legs open and started to pound my vagina, na me begin beg am to take it easy on me, the old man was just firing my pussy as if say my papa owe am money wey I no know of. Alhaji didn’t even give my pussy space.
I was wondering two things, how did this old man gather all that strength and what if he just fell down and collapsed because me I didn’t understand why he was exerting all that energy. What even got to me most was the Hausa he was speaking as he rammed my wet cunt. All the “oga take it easy, oga sofree” I was saying fell on deaf ears.
I started praying for him to cum so that I would be free, I knew he must have taken one manpower concoction because there was no way a man of his age will have all that energy and last that long without one or two backup.
When Alhaji withdrew and I thought it was finally over, Baba flipped a whole big me like one piece of paper and started banging me from behind like it was nothing.
Something young men would do and only last few minutes this old man was fucking my pussy nonstop with utmost speed as his groin slapped my soft fat ass cheeks.
At a point, I started thinking he was a young man in an old man’s body because kilode! The goat smell choked me, mixed with his sweat and strong body odour that oozed especially from his armpit region. I told myself that I had to see Amabe again and ask for any charm that would make men like Alhaji cum quickly against their will.
At this point I was ready to risk it and suck his dick if it would make him cum, so I offered to give him a blowjob but alhaji declined my offer as he continued pumping my ass. In my head I was chai “I don finally jam machine”.
What amazed me again was the firm way he held onto my waist as he rammed his long dick into my pussy from behind, when his agemates could hardly hold a teacup, this man grabbed my waist as if his life depended on it.
Finally, the moment I was waiting for came. Alhaji climaxed with a very loud growl, he was saying a lot of things in his local dialect as he shot his sperm into my pussy, he jerked at each spurt and I remained still until I was sure he had offloaded all he had. But then Alhaji’s penis didn’t shrink as I expected it to.
Instea,d it was still rock hard, I almost cried. He started going in and out again slowly this time. Then he grabbed my breast and pulled my hips against his groin as he pushed his dick all the way deep down into my hole till I felt his cock touch my cervix.
The old man overlong, he was way longer than Amabe’s, the only difference was that Amabe’s penis was fatter and thicker and it filled up my whole pussy. He increased his speed and started thrusting fast again and this time I was literally begging for mercy.
“ahh…. Alhaji please…. Alha…. Alha …. Its ok… Take it easy…easy… easy”
I said “Take it easy” over twenty times continuously as he pounded my pussy. Alhaji held each of my ass cheek tight and parted them so he could drive his weapon deep down with ease. He was thrusting very hard and fast.
My pussy was hot and peppery at the same time. It hurt me badly and I knew I was going to have to stay away from sex for a while after Alhaji was done wrecking my pussy.
His second round didn’t last too long and soon he let out another load of cum into my pussy. Omo the moment he withdrew his preek, I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep immediately.
What woke me up was the sound of Alhaji coughing out loud. The cough was hard and strong and continuous. At first, I thought I was hearing the sound from my dream until I opened my eye and saw it was reality.
Alhaji was lying on the floor, a small black pot that had a red piece of cloth tied around it was on the floor beside him, and the content of the pot was dripping out of the pot something that looked like honey, black and thick.
Alhaji was dressed in a long red rope, his attire reminded me of those ritualists in Nollywood movies, except that he was coughing out blood from his mouth.
I just stood there staring at him, I was too shocked to move, I wanted to scream but I didn’t know what held me down. Finally, I found my voice and let out a loud sharp scream as I ran out of the room with the bedsheet barely covering my body.
I returned to the room with some of the hotel attendants and security men, even some guests at the hotel who were drawn by my scream followed me too. it was when we got back to the room that I realized how critical Alhaji’s condition was.
Four hefty men tried to lift Alhaji up but could not even five men, that was when we all understood it was more than we thought it was, although mere seeing the pot on the floor already said it all. Alhaji was mumbling something; one of the men had to go very close to him to hear what he was saying. He later told us he was requesting water and salt.
One of the hotel kitchen staff who was present immediately ran to the kitchen to get water and salt. It was after Alhaji had taken a few gulps of the salty water that he regained his strength although he was still very weak and could not stand up.
He begged me to forgive him that he wanted to perform a ritual on me but didn’t know how he slumped and fell down with his scared pot.
Everybody present was telling me to thank my stars and my God but I knew it was Agatha and Amabe I owed gratitude. Someone suggested that they should take Alhaji to one native doctor around while others came up with other suggestions of involving the police first. In the end, they agreed to call the police who came immediately and took him away.
So that was how I confirmed Amabe’s protective juju, although I still felt it was God’s protection over me or who knew if Alhaji’s cup was full already. But that incident gave me enough courage and boldness knowing that I was fully covered.
Just about a week after that hotel drama, I was preparing to meet with one client for lunch when my phone rang… It was Collins!!!
Written by D.N.D
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