Guess who’s back? I know it’s been so long. Well, life happened. That’s all I can say. In any case, old Deolu here asked me to come back since you guys missed me that much and because I love you my fans, I decided to. Hopefully this time, it’s for good.
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We had been given a concessionaire by the Federal Government and I was the project manager in charge in Lagos.
For the past few months, I had been working my ass off trying to prove to my boss that I could do a good job. I was feeling so horny and it wasn’t hard to figure out why. It had been a long time since I had a thick black meat inside me and it was because of my job.
Today was the last day and I was looking forward to a bottle of wine, some pizza and self-pleasure since I had no one to do the job. My phone beeped and I really hoped it was not the girls asking me to meet them up for drinks because it would suck to turn them down as I really needed to quell the ache in my thighs. “Intercontinental Hotel, room 1801” came the text from a strange number. I tried to call back the number but the person refused to pick. Common sense told me to pick up my bags and head home but you know what they say about curiosity.
I got to the hotel and asked a busboy who directed me. On my way to the room, I started to think.
“What if he’s a killer or a kidnapper? I mean we read all these things in the papers. Do I really want to do this?” I knocked and the door opened but I didn’t see anyone.
Obviously, the person was standing behind it. I walked in, turned around and who do I see? Ken!
I think at this point I need to explain who he is. Ken and I were classmates back at the Nigerian Law School, Lagos. The day we met, we became really fast friends. There was an underlying sexual tension that we both acknowledged but for some reason did not act upon till we graduated. After school, we still kept in touch but never had the time to hang out. Now imagine my surprise when I discovered it was him all along.
I knew why we were in that room and it wasn’t just to talk. I secretly thanked the stars that I had worn my most sexy underwear to work for no reason other than just wanting to feel sexy. He looked me deep in the eyes, his stare, dark yet familiar that it sent shivers down her spine. I started to back up and took a deep breath to speak.
He moved towards me swiftly and laid a finger on my lips as his other hand reached behind her back and grabbed my waist. I stumbled into his arms and caught a whiff of his scent. The oh so familiar musky scent, he brought his face down towards mine and our lips locked. His tongue, hungry. I shivered at the touch of his wandering hand running through my back. He moved from my lips down to my neck as he pulled me even closer into his arms. At this point I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to hold on. He bit me lightly on the neck that sent ripples through my body.
He lifted me and put me against the door. Holding my hands above my head with one hand as he reached for my left breast and squeezed, moaning my name. He began to trail my body with his tongue and the minute it touched my belly ring, the floodgates were open. My hot juices were running down my thighs and my legs were threatening to go under… then he stopped.
He walked to the bed, poured two glasses of wine and offered one to me.
“I’m glad you came.” He said, smiling.
“I took an unnecessary risk please. It could have been anyone but somehow I figured it must have been someone who knew me well and knew I’d come.” I replied.
We talked a little more about life after law school and while we were doing this, his hands were moving all over my body and doing things to me. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I moved closer and straddled him. I let this man away from me before but I wasn’t going to let that happen again. He peeled my bralet and his tongue went to work while his fingers were caressing my love temple through my lace underwear. In one swift motion, he flipped me on the bed, took off my skirt and underwear and his tongue went to work.
Circling my clitoris while slipping a finger in and out, I gasped when he stopped to take off his pants.
I felt it before I saw it. His hot, hard phallus going into my slick, wet vagina, thats the feeling I have been missing for a couple of months. He teased me a little before going in hard. Both of us moaning as he fucked me. Oh Boy!, How could I have stayed away from this for this long. That gawd-damn project did this to me. It feels good to have a turgid dick in me again.
I noticed he began a rhythm which I mimicked with the thrusts of my pelvis. As the tempo increased, I knew I was going over the edge soon and boy was it hot when I eventually did. He came soon after, screaming as he did while I was still thrashing about.
As I drove back home later that night, I knew it wasn’t going to be a one time thing.
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