Collins was crying for real as he was fucking me, I wanted to tell him to stop and ask why he was crying but I was enjoying the pumping so much and I didn’t want it to end just like that. I was gathered all the moments of that evening in my head, so that I can give Agatha the full gist without missing a part of what happened.
First he made money rain on me in the club, then asked to spend the night with me and gave me more money than I had asked for, and then he gave me one of the best head I had ever experienced as he sucked my pussy like he had been pussy starved and now he was fucking me passionately and crying. I shoved the thoughts aside quickly as it was beginning to distract me and I was losing articulation.
It got to a point he couldn’t control his emotions anymore, Collins withdraw from me and fell on one side of the bed, his face buried in the pillow as he wept profusely, I asked him what the problem was but he did not respond — I was scared because I have heard stories about all this ‘yahoo plus guys’ and how disturbed some of them are because of how much they have soiled their hands and the repercussions some of them battled with.
After a while, I noticed he had slept off but me I couldn’t sleep o, I was wide awake until I didn’t know when I dozed off too. What woke me up was the flushing sound from the toilet.
I opened my eyes and noticed Collins was not on the bed, I remembered the cry and everything that happened, omo fear crept in again with a thousand and one ‘what ifs’ rolling in my head. I didn’t know why I expected him to come out with a machete or calabash, but I imagined so many things in my small head.
Finally Collins stepped out from the washroom completely naked, his cock was firm and stiff, and he was holding his phone. He climbed the bed and lay beside me keeping a reasonable distance from me. I brought out my own phone from my small handbag and checked the time, it was still around 2am and I wished I could fast-forward the night.
I started texting Agatha, I looked at him at intervals with my corner eye, he was busy on his phone too, and then he turned to me and asked if I would want to drink anything. Drink ke! I replied “no” quickly and managed to flash one dry fake smile. Just then a message popped up on my phone. Another credit alert from the same guy I was lying down beside.
Aswear the moment I saw the amount he transferred into my account and I almost screamed. Seven freaking figures! I jumped up and knelt on the bed, my gaze darting from my phone screen to Collins. I asked him if it was a mistake that I just got an alert from him but he replied casually that he was aware he made the transfer.
No way would someone just transfer five million naira to a random whore just like that. This was the first time common sense remembered me and I decided to use it. What if he was laundering money or it were proceeds from a kidnap job or some other criminal activity that could be traced back to me.
I told him I was not comfortable and that I wouldn’t accept the money if he didn’t tell me why he had given me that huge amount of money. I thought of what the payback would be? I was scared of what he would ask in return for the money. Collins just said I should consider myself lucky to have met him that night. Lucky? How? It looked more like trouble than luck to me.
I wanted to press on and tell him I wouldn’t accept his money but he pulled me closer and whispered into my ear, he told me to “let it rest”.
He said I had met an angel and I should thank God. Aswear it was too hard to believe that I would hit jackpot in this hookup thing.
All the money he had given me that night right from the one he had showered on me at the club, to the surplus payment he had made to have me for the night and then the huge transfer was enough to put me off the streets, but the big question remained WHY? After a while the Olosho in me resurfaced, I decided to accept the money as my gain for the night.
I planted a kiss on his forehead while thanking him, i prayed for him and blessed him. He was just murmuring amen still busy on his phone. In as much as I was praying for him and pretending to be ok with everything, aswear my mind didn’t touch down completely I was still scared especially when I remembered how he had cried that night.
Money na bastard, because I didn’t know when I asked him if he would like to go another round. Collins replied and said he would fuck me if only I also wanted to have sex too, I held myself from shouting yes and replied with a slow nod.
Then he moved closer to me and cupped my boobs, stroking my breasts tenderly, as he licked and sucking my nipples that jutted out hard from my large breasts, his free hand found its way down to my already wet pussy and he rubbed it gently, my clit quivered against his finger, then I pulled him ontop me and kissed him passionately.
Collins adjusted himself so he could rub his cock on the nectar soaking my opening; I did not break my gaze as my eyes held him captive, looking for the truth. For the first time in a very long time, I felt like I was making love and not just fucking a random customer.
I didn’t have a boyfriend and I didn’t care about relationships, I just wanted to make money enjoy my life but it was different with Collins.
I gripped his erection and coated his rock-hard penis with another condom before I moved my hips and the head of his penis slipped inside. The now familiar stretch making my juices flow more. Collins eased his thick hard cock in and out slowly a bit at a time, and then I grasped his buttocks forcing his stiff member all the way into my eager pussy.
He sighed as our hips rocked together in sexual unity. Sex felt so well again and not the regular knack and cum I was used to. I still didn’t know why Collins had decided to make love to me and not just fuck my wild pussy until he came and paid me, but if this was what he wanted I was ready to play along afterall he had overpaid me.
I wrapped my long legs around him urging him to begin slowly pumping his erection in and out of my canal and on each entry I tried to tease his cock with my vagina, then Collins began pushing the head in and out of my hot wet opening.
I dug my nails into his ass cheeks, arching my back, he had his hands squeezing my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples. Collins continued alternating his thrusts, increasing the number of shallow pumps followed by an equal number of deep ones. I was moaning loudly on his deep thrusts and sighing on the shallow thrusts.
My hand raked his back, making him arch upwards thrusting hard into me with a gasp, he had one hand around my fat throat as he pumped his solid dick hard into my vagina. I was screaming in pleasure bucking my hips to take him all in. I sighed, moaned and screamed as a wave of orgasm hit my wet pussy.
My thighs clenched around his waist and my cumming pussy throbbed on his digging penis. Collins moaned as he pumped hard several more times, his balls slapping my ass on each entry until he arched his back his fingers digging into my thighs as his semen surged from his cock, I felt the warm sensation of his spurting liquid in my already weak pussy before he collapsed back on the bed and dozed off again.
When he woke up it was morning already, Collins wore his clothes quickly like he was in haste, he collected my number and told me he would reach out to me later, I wanted to collect his number too and beg him to keep in touch I was just thanking and praying for him until he left the room.
I sat on the bed analyzing every worse case scenario in my head. I forced myself to believe Collins was a good Samaritan who didn’t mean any harm and that heaven had finally remembered me and blessed me through him.
Then I remembered Agatha and the message I was about to send to her, I decided to call her instead. I met Agatha later that afternoon at her saloon and we talked about Collins but I didn’t tell her about the five million naira.
I only told her about the cry and lied that he gave me the sum of five hundred thousand naira, if you see the way Agatha screamed and danced around her saloon, in my head I imagined what she would have done if she knew the actual amount.
Life has thought me not to trust people, I don’t trust anybody and even as close and helpful Agatha had been I still didn’t trust her enough to tell her that the stranger had given me the sum of five million naira.
I told her my fears about Collins and she asked me if I would like to go for cleansing that she would take me somewhere for purification and fortification, I was scared, I have heard too many stories of women that had met their end in this same hookup business and what had happened with Collins was just like another strange story.
I told her I would get back to her because as much as I was scared about the whole Collins thing, me I was scared of soiling my hands with juju too. Forget that I am into hookup I grew up in a core Christian home. I have seen most ladies in this our line of business use protective charms, but I was one of the few ashawo girls that had just God.
Sometimes if I suspected anything about a particular customer I will say a silent prayer to God for protection while riding the customer’s dick. I hated myself anytime I did that but I had no other option unlike other girls who wore protective waist beads, chains and rings, I believed I had just God and prayers.
After three days of critical thinking and consideration, I called Agatha and agreed that I would go with her for the cleansing, but she told me she had already made plans to go to the market that day, she sent me the address of the place and gave me a list of the items I should go with.
I was really skeptical about going to her plug for the cleansing alone but who knew if Collins had altered my destiny because I have heard stories of ladies who had gone mad, those who had suffered from maggot infested punani and others that have been killed after their encounter with strange men like Collins.
When I finally located the address Agatha had sent to me it was way different from what I had expected, maybe that was why at first I didn’t want to enter the big white mansion, I lost count of the exotic luxury cars in the garage and for a moment I thought it was a meeting point of billionaires.
Amabe the witch doctor was another wonder, if someone had told me that the young handsome man I saw sitting on what looked like a throne at one end of the large heavily furnished living room was the witch doctor I won’t have believed, because I expected to see an old man dressed in wrapper probably holding a walking stick.
Amabe had other clients he was attending to and the security man asked me to wait in what looked like a second living room. I could see the clients through the screen door but I could not hear what they were discussing.
The three young men Amabe was attending to looked like yahoo boys too, they had tattoos and all sort of crazy hairstyles and I remembered Collins again. After waiting for almost an hour, the boys stood up to go and the witch doctor stood up too.
I got a better view of him—tall and perfectly built, hmmm I was already falling for the medicine man or was it one of his charms at work? He walked them to the main door and then came into the room where I was and called my name, he said Agatha had informed that I was coming over and then he asked if I was prepared for the cleansing ritual.
I replied yes—but honestly, I was still admiring his built and physic, he looked too cute to be a witch doctor. Then he asked if Agatha had told me how the ritual was carried out and I shook my head and nodded at the same time.
Then he smiled and told me I would have to take my bath and prepare myself for the cleansing.
I followed him through the house and I was marvelled at the interior design of the mansion, it was one of those houses an average lady like me would only get to see on television. I didn’t see anything scary, no feathers, animal skin, calabash or whatsoever and at that moment I would have thought there was nothing wrong with witchcraft.
He took me into a large room, everything about the room reminded me of an executive hotel. He told me to make myself comfortable and then he left. Comfortable? In a babalawo’s house, how was I supposed to be comfortable in a modern shrine? I brought out my phone and called Agatha to ask her how the ritual was been carried out since she didn’t tell me and from the way he asked I guess he thought I was supposed to know.
It was then Agatha gave me the shock of my life.
“Baby girl, it’s a simple thing,” Agatha said over the phone, “Amabe will fuck you and say some incantations while fucking you and that is all”
The phone almost fell off from my hand…. It was like jumping from frying pan into fire.
Fuck me ke? Fuck me for protection? Make it make sense because I didn’t see how it made sense
“Are you mad or what?” I asked Agatha angrily, I was fuming.
I heard Agatha’s tiny voice shouting hello hello but my head was blank and I think the network reception was poor too, I ended the call and grabbed my bag to go, I wasn’t going to watch this madness happen.
Just then the door yanked open and Amabe walked in. he was stark naked, even though he looked very cute and masculine, I saw his bloodshot eyes and it didn’t look friendly at all, he had one devilish grin that told different meanings.
I looked down at his tool and my heart missed several beats, aswear I can beat my chest and say he had the longest and thickest cock I have ever seen in all my life as a whore.
The way it struck out and curved made me imagine the havoc that mighty cock would do to my vagina if he entered me with force. It was better I submitted myself to him to avoid any injury. On a normal day I like big dick but this time I didn’t like the situation surrounding this particular one.
Amabe grabbed my waist and pushed me on the bed…
Written by D.N.D
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