Onome called me some days back to tell me how she and her man had resolved their issues and were now happy once again with each other, she even told me they had fixed a date for their wedding. I wasn’t surprised, stuff like that happens every day. You break up, you make up, you move on. No big deal.
It should have been a big deal to me considering the fact that i’d been oiling her loins for the past month or so. But I decided to not let myself be saddened by the matter. Onome was not the woman that fate has in plan for me, I could have married her, and she would have made a good wife, but it wasn’t meant to be.
Joe, let’s move on with your life now shall we?
I am not a social person. I am a chat on the phone for 24 hours person, when I told my pals that I’d never been to any particularly popular hangout spots in the city, they refused to believe me. They think I’m lying to them or trying to be a hypocrite but when they finally accepted the truth of my words, they castigated me for it, ask me silly questions and make silly remarks. I blame them not. I actually haven’t had the time to be a social freak like they are. I just loved to do things as quietly as possible so as not to attract any attention at all.
So it came to be that I finally decided to engage myself a little more in the business of social networking that didn’t require the use of a phone or a computer. I started to attend parties, social gatherings, hung out with close pals at different lively spots and due to this, my drinking habit which wasn’t that good, became worse. There were times when someone else drove me home.
So here I was, at this party organized for a friend of mine on his monumental achievement in becoming a Senior Associate in this prestigious law firm. There is usually a saying that where ever lawyers are gathered, madness is present. Well, I think I just made that saying up. I was holding my fourth refill of a glass of Hennessey.
I was chatting away with a few pals that had absolutely nothing to do with law. We just babbled our thoughts and laughed at it despite the absence of humour in them. It was getting late, and I had promised myself not to stay there till 12am. I’m sure I checked my watch a couple of times but I didn’t take any notice of what it was telling me. Nobody cared about the time with such parties. We were at a hotel, and the whole premises had been booked before this date, which meant that every suite in the hotel was empty and awaiting those of us who wouldn’t be able to make it back home that night. I couldn’t imagine myself being one of those people but I guess I didn’t know myself that well…and still don’t.
The lady that made that night one never to forget and whose name I never found out till this day was sitting at a table with a few other guests.
She looked glamorous in a sparkling gown, legs crossed and observing the events which occurred around her. My plan that day had been to come to the party, have some drinks, chat with a few people i knew, congratulate my lawyer pal, then leave for home before i got carried away with the free expensive drinks which flowed freely around me.
Chatting up a lady wasn’t included in that well thought out plan. So i just admired her beauty and removed my thoughts from her…
Hoping never to see her again.
Very late into the night, with myself ruling out the thought of driving back home, having had much more alcohol than I had planned to, I was taken to a suite in the hotel where I could pass out and puke all over myself if i wanted to. It was on the 2nd floor. The room looked very nice and well furnished with all the good things you would find in a hotel of such class and someone paid for every room of this place, i told myself.
Isn’t money such a good thing? I removed my jacket and tossed it on the bed, went into the bathroom and washed my face. I returned to the bed and removed my shoes, lay down…then just as I was about to close my eyes and say goodbye to the day, I heard a knock on my door.
I grumbled bitterly.
There are some moments in life that you wished were not really happening, even though they were. How could someone be knocking at the door of my room when I was just about to sleep? The devil was truly at work. I got up, dragged myself to the door and opened it without even bothering to find out who it was. I saw her standing there. The same lady in the sparkling gown.
It was actually a very light blue coloured gown with a slit that ran upwards her right leg until it stopped just at her thighs. She was smiling at me, her eyes were shadowed blue to match with the dress. Her lips were glossed in red lipstick. Her hair was short like Halle Berry’s. Her shape was magnificent, the epitome of the eighth figure.
I had yet to ask her why she was standing in the front of me and smiling like that. I’m sure she waited forever for me to ask, before she asked me if she could come in. She walked in slowly, majestically…like she owned the building or even the state. Then she turned round to face me.
“I am your entertainment for the night, Sir” she told me
I stared at her blankly, like it wasn’t me who she had just spoken to. A few seconds passed before I finally believed that it was me that had been spoken to.
“Entertainment?” I asked, feeling stupid immediately after I had.
“Yes. That is what we like to call it, Entertainment.”
“Who is we?” I asked
“My escort agency”
The first time I heard that term, what had come to my mind was ‘bodyguards.’ People who escort important people and protect them from kidnappers or assassinations or something of the sorts. It was later when I read a few books and did a few Google searches that I found out all about escort agencies and the services that they rendered to prospective clients.
I’d never done business with one before, and now it seems one had been done for me. This is the sort of thing your close pals would do for you on your birthday Joe…that is, if you had any close pals.
She went on to explain to me that it was my Lawyer pal who had specifically asked her to come to me. I never knew he liked me this much; Letting me spend the entire night with such absolute gorgeousness of a woman. I smiled. When she saw my smile, she felt relaxed then and had the courage to walk up to me…then she began to unbutton my shirt.
I’d never been with one of these types before so I didn’t exactly know how to react. Should I kiss her? To ladies, kissing meant a lot. If you weren’t dating them…then you should keep your filthy mouth away from theirs.
With the experience I had with a few ladies of the night, I knew kissing was a taboo, when my shirt had left me and dropped on the floor just at my feet and her hands had begun to caress and explore my toned muscular torso (many thanks to the guys at PAWAH FITNESS) I decided to dare the kiss.
I held her face in my palms, brought it close to mine and placed my lips on hers, subtly, gently at first, fearing resistance. But she didn’t resist. She returned my kiss just as gently as I’d kissed her. As we kissed, I felt her undoing my belt and then slip a hand into my crotch.
She was massaging my dick already; penis and scrotum were being given a pleasurable treatment. She disengaged from me but still had her hand in my crotch. Then she led me towards the bed, made me to lie down on it and climbed on top of me. She brought her lips to mine once more and we started kissing again.
Her lip gloss was all over my face; her breath smelt of something nice…which wasn’t alcohol. She hadn’t taken anything off her yet. Her shoes were still on; the heels pointing into the air. I grabbed her ass; it felt soft in my palms even with her dress on.
I began to drag the dress upwards so I could feel her skin, but she held my hands to stop me even as she giggled and sat upright on me. She was looking at me with this very sexy look in her eyes; like she was speaking to me with her eyes, she straddled me on the bed.
I returned her gaze.
Wondering what it was that she was trying to tell me then slowly she began to grind her hips against me. My dick was very erect and throbbing just beneath her and I knew she could feel it. She closed her eyes and raised her hands above her head, her head swaying with her body, like she was dancing to a tune that only her could hear.
I just lay there, quite engrossed in the show that this mysterious lady was putting up for me. I watched as she began to touch her body and caress herself, her hands gliding all over her body…then she slowly removed the straps that made the gown hang on her shoulders, and brought it down to reveal her full boobs being held together in a strapless bra. On impulse, I reached for her boobs just as to touch them and caress them.
She stopped me once more, held my hands and placed them beside me on the bed. No words were being spoken, but for the occasional little ‘mmmms’ that she hummed as she made her moves.
Her pink bra came off next, unclipped from behind then tossed away to an unknown location in the room. Through all this, she still grinded her hip on mine, and my dick was beyond the point of taking any more of this strip tease but I forced myself to wait for her next move.
Her next move was to hold each of her boobs in both hands, squeeze them, massage them, pinch her nipples, then while looking at me and moaning, place the nipples in her mouth and sucked on them one by one. Any man who could take anymore of this visual torture from a lady without reacting had to be gay. I shot up from where I lay and grabbed her and buried my face in her chest. She hugged my head and held me tighter as I sucked hard on her nipples, still grinding her hip against mine. I reached below her now to find a way into her orifice with my fingers. Her gown was in the way. I resisted the urge to tear them off her. I’m not such a guy to tear clothes off girls anyways tho…or have I ever? ( ._.)
Her dress was off her quickly as the tempo between us had risen to its apex. I couldn’t find my suit pants or boxer shorts on me anymore. My throbbing dick was finally free of its confinements, but was also about to be placed in another. I had two fingers in her honey pot and was vigorously finger-fucking her while she was moaning away her pleasures. Her hand found my dick and she stroked it for a while before she led the head of my rod towards her coochie.
She wanted something better than my fingers occupying her pussy. I made her lie on her belly, her sumptuous ass-cheeks facing me, I placed a few soft-kisses on her neck, going down slowly, kissing her back, the small of her back where the curve starts, and then her ass-cheeks. I planted a lot of kisses on that glowing mass of female flesh.
I brought my dick and placed it in-between her thighs until it found its way into her waiting wet orifice. My entrance was slow and gentle. Like I was making love to a lady that I had wooed for 6months before she finally agreed. I’m always trying to be the gentleman with a new lady but she didn’t want any of that. I hadn’t even finished my penetration or even started to thrust before her hips were moving.
Not the slow movement I would expect, but with such speed that you would see in black-American porn movies.
The pleasure was intense, her big butt-cheeks slamming against my groin as she moved back and forth. She was obviously enjoying this more than I was because she wouldn’t stop moaning. Until her moans became cries… cries for more.
I did my best to give her the more that she pleaded for. Thrusting as deep as her ass would allow me to from this position. She stopped moving then, with her torso still face-down on the bed and raised her booty up for me.
This is the sort of position that sent most men to their graves. I held her hips and continued thrusting, harder and harder, until my flesh hurt when it hit hers. Her “uuuuhs” and “aaahs” filled the room. I was quite sure somebody was hearing the sounds she made but caring was another thing; because the sounds she made were driving me wilder.
She was moving her hips again, but this time unusually, she reached below to touch the connection between the both of us, brought her fingers to her lips and licked it, and gave me one of those sexy looks, I felt the rush of blood to my head as my orgasm gripped my whole body. I rested both hands on the bed and slammed so fucking hard on her booty then…her moans increased.
I felt her cum spurt out of her pussy just as mine was going deep into her. We had climaxed at the same time. I collapsed beside her on the bed, my heart beating with such intensity…I practically dragged air into my lungs then she turned to face me and placed a hand on my chest, caressing me…I slept off
I had this dream, that i was in a steaming Jacuzzi…totally naked, and the hotness of the water was giving me some nice sensations in my crotch. It felt heavenly, almost as if it was real, although I knew I was dreaming.
So I didn’t want to wake up from that dream but the sensation became very intense and it felt like i was about to climax…i woke up, and there she was…sucking my dick. She looked at me when she heard my moan, and my hip had started to move, her head was going up and down as she took in the whole length in her mouth. I was in such pleasure that all the money in the world didn’t mean anything to me at that particular moment.
I just wanted her to suck me till i went to heaven…and felt complete bliss
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