Anytime she called my full name, i knew it was a very serious issue at hand. Nobody ever really called my full name.
Everybody knew me as Joe.
Most people didn’t even know what the full name was. Joseph or Josiah?? They didn’t bloody care. Neither did I.
Lizzy was naked, on my bed. We just finished having sex and she was asking me for a ‘little’ money to get some girlie stuff. I had told her I had none, but I knew she wouldn’t relent. Girls in desperate need never relent. I had to give in to her ‘request’.
“Ok Liz, I’ll send you the money tomorrow. I really do not have it on me right now.”
She made a face. The face.
The one girls usually do when they want you to tickle them and make them laugh and then promise (and give) them the whole world.
I smiled and looked into her eyes. Then I used my finger to trace a line all the way from her laps, up her stomach, made a circle around her belly button.
A very sensual spot on her body. She giggled and playfully tried to remove my hand then I pinned both her hands to the bed while I proceeded to use my mouth on her belly button. I tickled it with my tongue…she laughed harder and tried to wriggle free from my tight grasp.
I managed to use one hand to hold her pinned to the bed while the other one slowly found its way to her coochie lips. It was still a bit moist from our love making. While still tickling her button, i fondled the coochie as well, parting the lips and using my index finger to rub gently between them.
Doing both things at the same time was beginning to have a new effect on her current mood.
Her ‘hahahaha’ had now turned into ‘ooh..aaah..uuuh yeah’
My dick had already become fully charged and prepared beneath me…ready for another round of pumping and slamming action. But it was gonna have to wait a while longer, because i wanted Lizzy to go home happy tonight, and maybe forget about the money she was asking me for…I laughed at myself for that thought.
Meanwhile, my index finger was already inside her honey-pot, the other hand was playing with her nipples…just as she twisted with pleasure beneath me.
She pleaded then..that she wanted me to eat her coochie up. Yeah…i always loved it when they asked. I used my tongue to lick all the way down her belly, kissing the few inches down to her coochie lips, which were swollen and glistened with her juices.
Her smell filled my nostrils, the scent driving me crazy…inviting me. I licked her up real good, then using my hands to hold her thighs still so she wouldn’t break my neck while I sent her to seventh heaven.
I sucked her coochie really hard, really put so much effort into it. Lizzy was almost wailing.
Her voice wasn’t really a sonorous one…but when she was in this mood, Adele couldn’t compete with her.
She sang grammy award winning choruses when she was getting sucked like this. I don’t know how many other guys could take her to these heights, but I was glad and proud that I could.
Her juices filled my mouth as she came…and came again. The princess of multiple Orgasms I called her (she didn’t know this tho)…
Then without further ado…I threw my dick in the mix. The penetration was smooth and sweet, and when the thrusting began, and her body began to move with each pounding movement, her boobs wobbling here and there, her voice still singing…it didn’t take long for me to cum. My seed pouring into her.
Thank the Good Lord for Postinor2, my evil mind said within me.
She didn’t forget about the money as i hoped. When we were done, and she had showered, and dressed, and was about to leave. She reminded me again.
I told her I’d keep to my promise. She blew me a kiss and left. Closing the door behind her.
I picked up my phone then and called Kemi.
She picked almost before the last ring.
“Hey baby, howdy?” I said
“I’m not so good boo. I miss you so bad. I’ve been lonely all day. I need you so bad right now. Can you come over?” I asked
“Aww baby. Alright, alright. Just gimme a few minutes, i’ll be there. Okay?” Kemi said
“Okay boo. Please get me a cup of chocolate ice-cream on your way over will you?” I requested
“Okay dear. Love you. Mmuaah” She said
“Love you too, boo” I ended the call and grinned a very devilish grin.
Then I got up from the bed, changed the sheets, and cleaned up the whole room. Making sure to get rid of any evidence that Lizzy had been here just a few minutes earlier.
But you just fucked one girl just now and now you wanna fuck another one.
Are you not satisfied already?
It was the good part of my crazy mind speaking to me.
But I hardly ever listened to it. So I wasn’t going to now. I didn’t have to explain myself to anyone…not even myself.I showered then, went to the sitting room, put on the TV and awaited the arrival of Kemi. My newest ‘catch’…
It had been almost an hour since I sat there waiting for Kemi’s arrival. It wasn’t supposed to take her more than 15 minutes getting to my place from hers. I’d called her 3 times, asking her what had kept her so long? She told me there had been an accident; traffic was almost bad but was moving slowly. She told me to be patient and give her a few more minutes. While waiting for her, and watching TV, I’d downed a couple of cold canned beers. The intoxication got to me and caused me to fall asleep.
The knock on the door woke me up. It was quite loud. My phone was ringing as well. Kemi was calling. I’d been dreaming…and in my dream, I and some other girl had been dancing to Rihanna’s “Cheers (Drink to that)” which happens to be my ringtone. It was my ringtone which had been playing all this while in my dream. I laughed at myself and walked towards the door to open it.
I opened the door, expecting to find Kemi standing there and having an angry look on her face. But it wasn’t Kemi standing at the door in a blue dress with a black jacket over it, and black high heeled boots and a Chanel hand bag hanging by an arm. It was Sarah, Sarah my ‘supposed’ girlfriend who had caught me screwing Ruby my ex girlfriend. She was the one standing in my door way like a ghost haunting me from my past.
“Hello Jojo” she called me that, usually when we were both naked and entangled on my bed.
I didn’t say a word for a few seconds. I was stunned. I wasn’t expecting her. This was quite a surprise. My heartbeat was faster than it should be…
“Joe. Are you alright?” she asked, a puzzled look on her face.
“Sarah” my voice was weak. Almost a whisper. “What are you doing here?”
“Wow, aren’t you gonna allow me in first?” she asked.
I hesitated for a bit, before I walked to the side and showed her in. She smiled, that knowing grin of hers, and stepped in. Her fragrance filled my nostrils. That familiar fragrance I’d gotten used to and which had stuck to my memory during the good times. It just brought dread to me now. Sarah sat on my sofa, crossed her legs, put her hands on them and looked at me. I was still standing at the door. Awed by her presence, I realized how weird I was acting then, and tried to get some sense back into my head.
I closed the door behind me and apologized to her for my awkward behaviour. She just smiled, and didn’t utter a word. She still looked at me, waiting for me to say the next word. I could see mischief in her eyes. I’d known her for 3 years now, and I knew every look her face could conjure up. What was the damn bitch thinking up right now? Was she here for revenge?
She hadn’t called or texted since she left my apartment that day with Ruby. She surely must have been hurting very deep. And I hadn’t even bothered to call or explain. Now I felt so bad and sorry. Sorry for her, and how she must have felt, maybe I deserved whatever it was that Sarah was going to do to me.
I walked to the other sofa and sat down…slowly.
My eyes on her the whole time.
Just in case she wanted to do something crazy. But she didn’t. She still looked at me though. That same mischievous look still in her dark shadowy eyes. I also noticed that her make-up which usually used to be heavy and always made her face look daring had been minimally done this time. A conservative act which I never knew she possessed. What did this mean? I asked myself.
A few seconds passed between us before we spoke any words. Then she reached into her handbag and produced a bottle of what looked like red wine, corked, and put it on the table. I looked at the wine, and looked at her.
Puzzled. What was she really getting at here? Then finally…she spoke.
“Joe, in case you forgot, and I’m very sure that you did by the way, today’s the 26 ”
26 ? What’s up with the date?
Is there supposed to be something special about the 26 ? Then it hit me. 26 May. This day last year…we had spent together. And Sarah had made it feel more special for me than it should have been for her.
I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten her birthday…
“Oh gosh…I’m so sorry Sarah. I don’t know how it escaped me” I apologised. She smiled when she saw the look in my face, my mouth agape that I had forgotten. She stood up then, and walked towards the kitchen.
“There’s no reason to apologize Joe. I understand.” She said from the kitchen.
I heard the clinking of glass. She was getting cups. She continued talking as she returned. “I know I no longer matter to you anymore, so it is only natural that you will forget that today’s my birthday. I totally understand. Don’t be sorry”
“It’s not like that Sarah. I know I fucked up. I should have called you after what happened. I should…”
“Stop it Joe!” she interrupted me.
“I told you that you don’t have to apologize. I just wanted to come over and see you, so we could have a drink and chat. Let us forget about the deeds and mistakes of the past. We are very good friends. Even if you didn’t call, it doesn’t change the fact that we are friends. Maybe it hurt a little back then, but I’m way over it now” I was shocked beyond words listening to Sarah talk like an angel.
With those words, she uncorked the bottle of wine and poured both glasses till they were half-full. She lifted both glasses, walked over to where i sat, and handed me one. Sat on the arm of my seat and raised her glass to me. My heart was beating as fast as fuck!! I had never been more afraid in my life. Surely this drink was poisoned. She wanted to kill me!!! I screamed within myself. Was this how I was going to pay? For all the evil I’d done.
Was this my punishment? Death by poisoning? By the hands of my girlfriend? Sarah was being so unnaturally calm and collected. This was not the Sarah I knew. Erratic and restless.Aggressive at some instances. Very bold and daring and didn’t take the shit from no one. Had her heart been broken by me? And was this the result of that heartbreak??
I raised my glass to hers. We clicked.
“Happy birthday to me and to more years of friendship” she said.
“Happy birthday, Sarah” my voice was shaky. It betrayed the feelings I had inside.
I observed her take the cup to her lips. Her eyes were on me all the time. I took my glass to my lips as well. My eyes on her all the time. She had to take that fucking sip before i did.
I noticed a glimmer of humour in her eyes. She was mocking me in her head. I knew she was. Laughing at my utter show of fear. She tilted her head backwards and downed the contents of the glass in one gulp. My eyes open wild. WTF??
She actually drank the whole thing. What was she trying to do? Kill herself too? No, Sarah couldn’t be that evil.
She always talked about how she wanted to travel the world. And she hadn’t left Nigeria yet. So she surely wouldn’t kill herself before she did that. I sipped my wine slowly while observing her as she walked to the table and poured another glass. We talked then and shared stories.We talked for quite a while, as we drank and then I began to feel quite tipsy. The wine was quite strong. Couple with the canned beers I’d had. I was a bit dizzy and laughing too much.
Sarah had taken off her jacket and her boots. She just sat causally on her sofa, wine glass in hand, and chatting away about one of her experience with guys.
Just then…I began to notice a movement in the lower parts of my body…towards my groin. While staring at Sarah, and the way she sat, her knee length gown way above her knees and showing much of her laps.
I had developed a wicked erection. It was an evil one. The one that came with pain. I was damn too drunk to bother about concealing it. I just let it make a bulge in front of me. It didn’t take quite long before she noticed it. She stopped in mid-sentence, and then she laughed. I didn’t know why it was funny…but i laughed with her.
Then she dropped her glass. Got on the floor, on all fours, and slowly crawled towards me. Like a sly tiger that she was.
“Wow, what do we have here? A live animal in your jeans, Jojo?” she said
I smiled. Normally, I should be worried. Sarah and I sharing a sexual moment, after what happened with Ruby, and no words between us since then, should worry me.
But I couldn’t stop myself, contrary to what I should have thought, I wanted it. I wanted her so bad. My whole body was in need of sexual pleasure.
I was burning…and yearning for it. It was nothing like before. Like an average Joe just looking for an average lay.
No…this feeling was much more engulfing. Then I looked at the glass of wine in my right hand. And I knew. Sarah had laced the drink with an aphrodisiac. A very strong one, Sarah wanted me to have sex with her. And she had planned this very moment and knew it would come to this. I was right where she wanted me…
I sat there on the sofa, my world swirling around me. Totally drunk and drugged.
My nerves were twitchy. My desire was super-intense. But I wasn’t moved to get up from where I sat. I was content on watching Sarah crawl on all fours towards me…licking her lips as she did so.
“Awww, what do we have here?” she said as she positioned herself between my legs and ogled sexily at the bulge in the crotch of my jeans. Her hands started a caress from the lower parts of my leg and slowly advanced until they were on my thighs.
Despite my jean being on, I could still feel the softness and warmth of her touch on my skin so badly. It was really more than I had experienced before, this urgent feeling for sexual satisfaction. But Sarah was slow, and didn’t want to rush things.
I gulped the remaining liquid in my cup and dropped it on the side-stool beside me. Sarah was just saying naughty things to me…telling me the things she wanted to do to my dick. It was as if she was asking for the green light before she went ahead to undo my zip and handle my erect penis.
Did she want me to beg for this blowjob that she’d been talking about? When her words had played with my senses for too long….I told her, begged her actually, to do the damn thing.
The smile on her face was one of gladness…but smeared with evil mischief. She got up on her knees, slowly unzipped the fly of my jeans and reached in to grab my stiff cock. I felt her hands on it and a wave of pleasure flowed through me.
As she slowly caressed it, and stroked it, she kept saying those things that were driving me sexually crazy. The kind of words you hear on hardcore porn movies. She grabbed my balls and played with them too, while still jerking me with her hands.
Then she used her tongue to lick the tip of my dick, she sucked on the shaft, sucked real hard on it. My whole body trembled. Then the whole dick went into her mouth, deep into her throat.
A second or two went by before she brought it out. My whole cock was covered and dripping with her saliva. Then she began to jerk my dick once more. I let out a moan or a hiss with each jerk. Somehow she had unbuckled my belt and dragged my jeans off my waist. She had all the access she wanted now to my intimate parts.
In my drunken and drugged state, this very small part felt like a bit of heaven. Sarah had my dick in her mouth again and was sucking so damn hard on it. I could feel my waist moving like I was fucking her in the face. I moaned louder and louder, and she kept on sucking.
As she sucked she moaned those very sexual moans like a chic having her favourite bowl of ice cream and moaning her agreement to its delicious taste. I felt my orgasm approaching, beginning to take over my entire being. Sarah was jerking me and sucking me at the same time. Making slurpy noises as her head went up and down on my dick. I didn’t want to hold her head as i came…so I grabbed the sides of the chair i sat in so tight and allow the exhilarating feeling of a wondrous climax come over me
“aaaargh!!! Im comiiiiing” I screamed. Sarah stopped sucking now and jerked me harder and harder. My load shot into her face, almost hitting her eye with the first shot. She opened her mouth and directed the second shot of my cum into her mouth. She kept her mouth open and kept jerking as one more shot found its way in. She bent over and sucked the last remaining cum that was oozing out from the tip of my dick.
I had never experienced such an orgasm from a blowjob before. This was even competing with my best ever orgasm with every chic I’d had sex with. I fell back into the chair, breathing so damn hard. My heart beating hard again my ribcage.
I couldn’t muster any words. I just sat there…totally exhausted. But Sarah wasn’t done with me yet, that I was quite sure of.
After she had sucked me till the last drop and my dick didn’t become flaccid.I knew the drug was doing its work. She wanted me erect even after that orgasm. She cleaned the cum on her face and licked it off her fingers. When did sarah become this kinky?
Was this the same Sarah I knew. Was this a twin? A clone? Or a damn near resemblance of the girl i had dated?
“oh Jojo, you taste so sweet. I enjoyed every drop of your sweet juice baby.” With these words, she stood up, drank the remaining wine from her cup and walked to where I was, she then stripped as expertly as a stripper would right in front of me until she was dressed in her birthday attire. Her body was almost perfect. Those round boobs with the perky nipples on them, her flat tummy, flaring hips, those beautiful thighs.
The darker inner thighs which closed in on her honeypot. I remembered her body so well, and despite me being drunk and not in my full senses, I could tell that this body belonged to Sarah.
The red heart tattoo just above her pubic area wasn’t the reason which made me come to that decision, not even the multi-coloured waist bead. Sarah had had a surgery just above her right hip when her appendix had troubled her a few years back.
The scar was still there, and couldn’t be hidden without any clothes on. Sarah sat on me. Right there on the sofa i was sitting in. And she kissed me. I embraced her, and kissed her back. I tasted the wine in her mouth, and maybe traces of my semen.
My hands then began to explore her body. Every contour on her was familiar to me. But it still felt like this was our first time together. While her licks and kisses were on my neck and shoulders, I grabbed her soft ass. I used a finger to slide down her ass-crack until i found her pussylips.
I slid my finger into her pussy hole and she gasped for air, surprised at my forceful entry into her orifice.
“oh baby….aaah yesss…mmmh” she moaned as my fingers vigorously fondled her pussy and I finger-fucked her from behind. She brought her boobs to my face, put one nipple in my mouth and ordered me to suck it. I obliged without any hesitation. Sucked her nipple so hard even as my fingers continued to fuck her coochie. My dick was hard as rock again, and her movements on top of me was making me yearn for a penetration deep into her honey pot.
She must have had that same urge…as she reached down below her to grab my phallus erectus, raised herself up a bit and expertly guided my throbbing dick into her warm, soft pussy. It was wet and slippery with her cum.
Slowly and gently was how she started her movement on top of me at first. She held me around my neck as she bounced up and down, my hands grabbing her ass and pounding that pussy from below.
“Spank me baby” she said. “Spank my ass Joe!”
I was too deeply engulfed in my sexual delirium to be surprised by that statement. Sarah had never liked being spanked. She detested it, said it made her feel like a slut, but considering all the sucking and slurping she’d done tonight.
It sure seemed like she was in the mood for what it was she wanted me to do. I spanked her ass with both hands and she let out a loud shout…I spanked her again, she screamed and asked me to fuck her harder.
She was on top of me, I wasn’t the one doing the fucking here, but I grabbed her ass and fucked her harder and harder, as hard as i could be able to in my present position.
She no longer had her hands around me…she held both sides of the sofa and went wild on top of me. Her movements were not normal…neither were the sounds and words coming out of her mouth but i kept hearing my name, and with the way she mentioned it, I could hear the traces of love in her voice.
This was the same way she used to say my name in those days when our lovemaking was still filled with love. But this wasn’t lovemaking, she was making a sex-slave out of me, but I didn’t want it to end anyway, I couldn’t.
Not with that damn aphrodisiac still in control of my body. I could feel another orgasm building up in me,my aching dick was being devoured by Sarah’s raging pussy. Her boobs bouncing in every direction in my face. Her grinding movement ontop me was now at its wildest, and it seemed she was about to have her first climax.
She was sweating profusely now as her body glistened with a sheen. The ceiling fan was doing little to cool our sexually drenched bodies. I just slid my hands behind her and grabbed her tightly as my orgasm gripped me once more.
I held her and thrust upwards as fast and deep as the intense pleasure had come over me. my grunts were competing with her moans,and then i felt her pussy walls tighten around my dick as her orgasm made her whole body tremble in my arms. She held me tightly, almost as if she wanted to crush me, her legs locked tightly around my waist.
Just then I carried her while we were still in that position and took her to the long couch, lay her down there proceeded to suck the juices out of her pussy.
I used my tongue to lick her pussy lips, licked the tip of her protruding clitoris,she squirmed. Held my head and try to push me away. But i wouldn’t go away, I sucked so hard on her pussy now. And then I did something i’d never done before. I used my fore-finger to search for her asshole then i gently played with the entrance of that orifice for a while before i slowly inserted the finger into her butthole while still vigorously sucking her coochie. She wailed…
“OOOOOOOOOOOOH…JOOOOOOOOOOOEEE!!!”
Just then the door opened and Kemi came in…to see me sucking the honey out of Sarah’s ‘pot’
The events of that night didn’t end so well, but that is a story for another day…
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