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YeyeGist: Agatha’s Playbook (Chapter 1) [18+]

Someone like me who has sworn that I will only make it in this life through hookups can’t come and stress myself with one 9-to-5 job for 30 days and collect one chicken change I can make in just three solid outings.

You know there are actually levels to this prostitution thing and I started from the lowest level, but God forbid I go back and be doing short-time and full-time runs. In fact, those ladies who offer those cheap services are the ones giving us bad names and spoiling business for we who are the real hustlers.

I remember when I was spreading my legs open for ordinary 2500naira in the name of a short time. You will jam some evil men that will drink all the concoction in this world and come and last 2 hours on top of one round. Those ones will use their preek to dismantle your toto as if they want to bore another hole inside your hole and you will beg them tire to cum.

I realized cheap fuck would only wreck my pussy and was about to give up when I met Agatha, that girl took me off from the street before those men turned me into a mobile canal.

My first big hit was Collins one big boy like that I met at the one-night club I went with Agatha and her girls. This bobo was just spraying me money…… in my mind I said ahn ahn what did I do to deserve this goodness. But deep down me I knew why he was sticking around sha. It’s my ikebe, trust Calabar girl like me, I gather enough nyansh for back like shell and my nyansh soft well well.

That time any man that saw and touched my ass would just smile, it had this therapeutic feature of putting a smile on people’s faces. I know my nyansh use to give joy and the way I carried it ehnnn making sure it swayed and wiggled recklessly when I walked. Because of my fat ass, most men that came in contact with me automatically wanted doggy style.

Small thing they want me to turn around and set nyansh for them…. Kai before I met Agatha my ass suffered ehnn… the only advantage my large ass gave me was that the moment you fuck me from behind you will definitely cum immediately, especially if you go hard and fast, because omo my ass dey give ecstasy.

Only few men understood the technicalities and act of fucking a big nyansh especially when running short time. Those ones will avoid attacking from behind until they have mesmerized my pussy with missionary and other positions before they will close with my nyansh.

But you see all these amateurs, all this small small “I want to fuck boys” the moment they see my ass they immediately want to knack it and me I will even intentionally turn my ass for them so they can penetrate from behind.

You will see them rush and mount behind me as if they have something meaningful to do. As soon as they insert their penis I will count one to five and then intentionally pump my nyansh back to meet their thrust and after like five thrust the person is already shaking and cumming as if someone put live wire in their armpit.

I will just smile in my head…….. say gobe, your money don go.

It was after I met Agatha that she taught me to monetize my nyansh.

“ahn ahn baby girl, you can’t be giving out this ikebe at the same price na, you just dey run bonanza, no wonder with wetin you carry you still dey where you dey” those were Agatha’s words the day she started tutoring and coaching me about upgrading my craft.

That was how I decided to put a price tag on my nyansh o— anybody that wanted to knack doggy had to pay extra, even ontop the fact that only few of them tried to last long.

But you need to see the way men would willingly pay more just to fuck me from behind. Only God know wetin he create put for nyansh because kilode! Because some will even beg and pay again to go another round if they felt like they came too soon.

Agatha gave me other tips too, no spanking, no squeezing, no rough grabbing, just hold gently and fuck your fuck in peace and go.

She taught me how to show small craze for some stubborn customers who wanted to do more without agreeing to my terms and made me understand that every other value-added service should be paid for.

I tried it and in one month I made more than what I made in four months.

Omo but you see this male gender—Tufiakwa, if you see the way some of them beg when I refuse to turn around and position my nyansh for doggy. If every man begged like that in the relationship, this world would have been a better place.

The only place a man is humbly begging a woman is when he is begging to go just one round or one more round after one failed round, when he is begging for a blowjob or when he is begging to fuck from behind.

That doggy own is like a curse because when I tell them the price, I get shocked at how they are ready to make payment immediately.

Agatha also taught me to never allow any man fuck me on credit. Some men can do that nonsense very well. When I am saying money for hand back for ground, one yeye man that has trust issues want to knack first before they pay. Those evil ones will not pay completely if they are not satisfied; they want to pay based on result.

No allow them take your toto do trial oo—na pay before service, cash and carry, even if his father is the one on one thousand naira note” Agatha had said one afternoon. “baby girl no allow any man fuck you on credit o, this men get craze for head, to chook preek inside toto dey very easy but to comot money from pocket na war” Agatha had pointed out in one of her ashawo lessons.

Agatha try for me well oo and she sabi this ashawo thing very well. She first took her time to baff me up well, I gave her a huge part of my savings and she got me new set of hot clothes, shoes and other things I would need for the hustle.

Then she started taking me to the club with her where I met rich, classy men, not those ogogoro drivers I use to dash my kpekus to.

The good thing is that I am always the life of the party whenever we stepped into any club because aside from my national ikebe I can dance scatter and I know how to whine and wiggle my waist to call attention.

So that was how that bobo just got attracted and was seriously spraying money on my nyansh at the club that night, I noticed other girls around that night were jealous but in my head, I was like abeg jare how does start to make Judas Iscariot a woman. It was only Agatha that was genuinely happy for me. The guy sprayed me money that at a point I got suspicious and started suspecting with the way he was hitting my ass with wads of banknotes but it didn’t stop me from picking the money and stuffing it in my small handbag.

“Ibinabo, you sure this guy is not using your nyansh for money ritual” I had asked myself when the money showering didn’t stop. These days you can’t even trust anybody, just carelessly leave one part of your body or item and the next minute dem don carry am rush go shrine.

If you see how that bobo whom I later knew as Collins mesmerized me with money that night, when he asked for what it would cost him to spend the night with me. I told him as Agatha had taught me.

“Anytime you jam a rich guy, just multiply your price by two or three depending on how you weigh the guy” she had said.

So I checked him out and decided to multiply by four, he didn’t even bargain, he just asked for my account details, and transferred the money, he gave me his hotel room number. The moment I confirmed the transaction, I got wet immediately, aswear that amount of money was enough to make me climax, I noticed he even added a huge extra ontop.

Omo me I became afraid o, I quickly went to inform Agatha but she said it was my poverty mentality that made me have this low self esteem to think that my body didn’t worth that much that I should go and chop the man well, that some days are like that.

Ha! that small ginger was all I needed after all the whole ashawo thing na risk, I marched into his room and you won’t believe how it ended.

That guy did things to me that night that nobody had ever done. He didn’t treat me like one ashawo at all, infact we made out like I was his babe. After we have had our bath, I was expecting him to just climb on me and start fucking me like others use to do, but Collins first attended to my breasts like they were his personal delicate property.

The way he squeezed and pinched my nipple gently, then he slipped his hand and went straight for my wet tunnel. I was wet already, he first inserted one, then another finger into my hot punani, I bucked against his hand and soon my juices covered his fingers.

Collins picked up his pace and was shoving his fingers inside of me deep and fast just like I wanted it, slamming into my soaking wet pussy with two wet fingers. Omo, I confirm the guy!

When he was done with my pussy and had made sure I was flooding down below, I pulled him close to me while he was standing up and stroked his erect penis gently.

Me wey sabi give blowjob like mad. I took his engorged cock in my hand, teased it lightly then deep-throated it. Collins grabbed my hair and kept forcing me to go deeper and take more of his meat in my mouth, sucking him back and forth, going in and out as he moaned deeply.

I played with his balls and felt him go harder and harder in my mouth. I knew he was close to climax so I picked up the pace, I felt him shudder, and his cum shot to the back of my mouth and sliding down my throat.

Motivated by the amount of money he had given me already that night, I licked him clean and even licked every stray cum off my lips.

Then it I didn’t know it was a do me I do you thing until Collins made lie on my back he gripped my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed lifting my legs over my shoulder. In my head I was like ahhh this one wants to give ashawo head abi what is wrong with this man, the next thing I knew.

Collins buried his head between my legs and his mouth immediately covered my vulva as his tongue flicked between my vagina and clitoris. He sucked my toto greedily and used his tongue to slide from my clit down and then went as deep as it could reach into me and then sucking me back up.

As much as I was scared that it might be for ritual purposes aswear I couldn’t stop him, I was so enjoying it that I rubbed his head in approval and moaned loud while my hips started to buck rhythmically against his mouth.

Collins wrapped his tongue around my clit and looked up at my face our eyes somehow met and I caught that wicked smile on his face.

I wanted to scream blood of Jesus, but then I remembered what I was doing and even if Jesus Christ appeared I would also face the wrath of his anger, I was enjoying the whole act and I didn’t want any divine interruption.

He sucked me harder and my hips started to move fast, I was begging him to keep sucking as my hands held his head steady between my thighs until I came on his tongue. My orgasm was intense and I jerked hard making strange guttural sounds.

In all my years of countless sex sessions with clients I have never had anybody give me head, I was the one who gave head for extra cash and I hardly climaxed, the men are the ones who would jerk off and that was it… nothing for me, just cash and pains no pleasure.

I was marvelled at the fact that Collins had taken his time to make me more, I felt like I was supposed to pay him also for the session. As much as I loved the way I felt and that moment I wanted more of Collins I was still scared and couldn’t get my head off why a young man would generously give a whore head just and make her cum just like that.

Collins opened the nightstand drawer and gave me a condom pack, I popped the condom out of the foil wrapper and expertly slid it over his swollen dick and rolled the rubber down.

Collins pushed his cock inside me one time, at first he would tease me and bring the head of his cock to my vagina entrance and rub my labia and then he would give me half length of his hard cock but when I least expect it he will start to plough into me hard, deep and fast.

See me begging him to fuck me, then he pulled out and slammed back into me again and then he began to move in and out fast pulling in and out while I trembled under his power, there was urgency in him as he increased the speed of his thrust, I managed to look at him and saw tears rolling down his cheeks, fear gripped me!

To be continued

Written by D.N.D

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