Written by
Omoruyi Uwuigiaren
The
walls were painted with several layers of attractive colors and the floor lined
with beautiful tiles to match. The wooden furniture were perfect for the
office. There was a split air conditioner unit on the wall, TV set and next to
them was Jim’s portrait. Chairs and table were in a corner. His computer sat
comfortably on one side of the table. The window blinds were neat. The curtains
slightly drawn and the atmosphere smelled nicely. Jim Paterson has good taste. It
was easy to see the world that the man belongs. He must be eternally grateful for
what life has given him. He was neither rich nor poor. But of course, he was in
the middle of both extremes.
Jim
Paterson went round the large table that was the size of an Olympic stadium and
sank into his favorite seat. He glanced up at the woman who had followed him
into the office. It was easy to tell from her look that she was impressed. “Please,
sit down. What can I offer you?” Jim took his remote on the table, he faced the
TV set on the wall and put it on.
The
lady’s eyes travelled round the office and then back to Jim before she quietly
sat down on the empty seat in front of him. She slammed her bag on the table. She
adjusted her beautiful frame as he fixed his gaze on her. “Actually,” she
began. “I don’t think I need any drink now but if you can give me the money, I
will appreciate it.”
“No
problem,” Jim said. He brought out his wallet. He took out some cash and gave
them to the lady.
“Thank
you,” she said almost a million times. She stretched out her hand and took the
money from him. She grabbed her bag and placed the money inside. She lowered
the bag and placed it on the floor beside her.
Her
move seemed a bit awkward. Jim swallowed hard and asked, “Do you have a name? I
am impressed the way you greet me. Sadly, I have never bothered to ask your
name.”
“You
are right. My name is Elizabeth.”
“That
sounds nice. I am Jim Paterson. Can we be friends?”
“Yes,
we are already friends,” she smiled. She rubbed her hands gleefully together.
“Thank
you!” he sat up. “Can you tell me more about yourself?”
“Of
course, I can. But I will start with you first.”
Jim
laughed. “I don’t understand. Why do you want to start with me?”
“Isn’t
it a good idea?”
“I
don’t know.”
“I
want to tell you how I knew you,” she said.
“Me?
I thought the greetings were just one of those things. There was no strings
attached.”
“I
know you will be surprised if I say this. But it is true. I have someone who
knows you. He told me so much about you,” she revealed.
Jim
sat up curiously and crossed his hands over his body. “What did the fellow tell
you about me?”
“Calm
down. They were kind words. If what he said about you were not pleasant, I won’t
be here.”
“Oh!
Who is this person?”
“Frank!”
she disclosed.
“Frank?”
“Yes!
He’s my uncle!” she smiled and their eyes met.
Jim
sank into his seat and sighed. “Frank promised to see me today but I’m not sure
he will make it again.” He glanced at his wristwatch. “It is getting late. He’s
the one I was waiting for.”
“I
doubt he will come here this evening because he told me he will be travelling
tonight. He should be out of town now.”
“I
am aware of the trip. We planned to meet briefly this evening before he
leaves.”
“I
won’t be surprised if he finally show up.”
“So
you and Frank live under the same roof and I never knew?”
“That’s
because you hardly visit him. The only time you came to the house, I was not
around. When I came back from work, Frank told me you came. He is all over the
moon with you. That man can’t stop talking about you. I must confess, he truly
loves you!”
“Yes,
I know he loves me,” Jim giggled. “The only time I came to him, we spent nearly
the whole day together in that house. He told me he lives with a relation. I
never knew it was you.”
“That
is life,” she smiled.
There
was silence momentarily as Jim was distracted by the good music on the TV.
Elizabeth
glanced at her wrist watch. “I have been on the road all day,” she slowly said.
Jim
gently turned to her. “It is written all over you,” he remarked. “You look
tired. I guess you have to go home now.”
“Yes,
I have to go but I wish I could spend more time with you. Now I know why my
uncle is always here. You are fun to be with.”
“Thank
you. If I invite you some other time, will you honor it?”
“No
doubt. If I am free, I will come.”
“Okay,”
Jim said. He grabbed a pen and paper from the table and passed them to her. “Please,
leave your contact. I will get in touch with you.”
“No
problem.”
As
she took the pen and paper and put down her contact, Jim rose to his feet. He
went to his new friend. He stood beside her. “You are here for the first time but
it looks as if we have been friends for ages.”
Elizabeth
smiled. She glanced up at him. “That is true,” she nodded.
“I
hope you will give me a hug before you leave,” he said politely. “That’s what
good friends do.”
“Yes.”
The
look on his face was expressive. Jim was already dreaming of something. Whether
it was going to prevail or not was down to the perception of the lady.
Elizabeth
thought it was not a bad idea to embrace her new friend. Gently, she dropped
the pen on the paper. She adjusted her dress and rose to her feet. Jim threw
his hands open and she crawled onto his arm. Jim felt the weight of her boobs
and hope things stayed that way into the foreseeable future.
Her
large boobs filled the room and the walls fell on Jim. As she hugged him almost
a million times, Jim felt her nipples. The pebbles were hard and sensitive. You
can’t stumble on the pebble and not feel some discomfort between your legs.
Jim
could not believe that she was so endowed. He may never had known that beneath
the purple shirt were large saggy tits begging for attention if he had not
taken the long, hard road to request for a hug. Just like the handshake that
exceeds the elbow and then cause all sorts of discomfort, his left hand travelled
slowly up the river and finally arrived at the fountain. They were tempting.
Whether it was deliberate to find out what stuff she was made of or how much
strength she could wield at the slightest provocation, she was caught. Jim
found her out. She began to breathe fast, panting like a terrified lizard. Jim
thought it was an invitation to get everything under wraps. He took one of the
large fountains in his hand. It was graceful and erotic. The weight of it nearly
choked him. She had soaked enough of the pressure and could no longer hold herself
together. The savory, the beauty and the strength kept Jim on the path to great
things.
Mere
getting his fingers on the boobs were simply not enough to achieve something
remarkable. It was like scratching the surface of a goldmine. You may never get
enough of the treasure underneath the earth until you work your way in. Jim had
to dig deep because she was there for the taking. He raised her shirt. He had
the luxury of seeing the shapes. Slightly tanned fruits dangled before the
large balls that sat in the socket of his skull. They were massive, saggy tits.
His fingers reached for the nipple. He squeezed and pulled it gently. Jim
beamed with smile as if he had won a trophy!
“Oh,
take is easy,” she moaned quietly. “I like it when you go slowly.”
“Okay,”
Jim spoke and switched to the other nipple. There was a need to spread the
pleasure to all corners of the earth. He applied a little pressure and her body
vibrated. Jim leaned forward. He took the nipple in the mouth and wrapped his
long and wet tongue around it. He began to twist and touch her body gently, cleverly
and extensively.
The
man seemed to have struck the right note as the lady shuddered. “Oh, god,” she
cried. “You are so sweet! I have been missing a real man all my life!”
Elizabeth wrapped her hands around Jim. As Jim worked on her, she moved her
hand down his body. Jim was hard in his pants when her finger finally touched
his dick. The gift was carefully wrapped in the bag and would need unveiling. She
squeezed him gently. “You have something between your legs,” she remarked.
“Your dick is big.”
“Hmm…I
know,” Jim smiled and kissed her forehead.
“Wait,”
she said. “I need to get the gift out of the bag!”
Jim
paused to see what she was going to do.
She
unzipped his trousers and took out his penis. “Oh, I said it! You are a man!”
Elizabeth shook her head.
You
can get the feeling of being told that you have potentials between your legs. It’s
enough to drive a man crazy!
She
went down slowly on her knees as Jim fixed his gaze on her. “I have never seen
something bigger,” she glanced up and revealed.
“Are
you sure?” Jim asked, quietly.
“Yes,”
she cocked her head slowly.
Jim
smiled as Elizabeth took his dick in her hand. It was growing bigger and harder
as she stroke it mildly. Then she took it in her mouth. Jim’s cock filled her as
she began to suck and pull his body back and forth.
“Ah,”
Jim groaned. He shut his eyes and faced the ceiling. He placed his hands on her
head and stroked her gently. Jim enjoyed the touch. It was graceful and the
atmosphere was electrifying. Jim began to moan aloud as Elizabeth dominated and
kept him under control. She went for his balls and licked it as if it was lollipop.
Jim could not believe that the lady he thought was innocent was wild and free. “I
never thought this was possible today,” he managed to croak. “You are killing
me!”
“I
love your dick,” she said. “It’s the kind of stuff I want inside my pussy.” As
she worked on him, Jim tried to get his hand on her boobs but she held him. She
raised her head, “No. Don’t worry about my boobs. Concentrate so that you can
enjoy me.”
“Okay,”
Jim cocked his head. He leaned on his table and watched her worked on his
massive dick. She already had Jim where she wanted—under her control,
shuddering at her feet. As his body vibrated vehemently, Jim felt he was going
to erupt if she does not end the blowjob. “Please, stop before I mess you up,”
he cried, panting.
“Hmm…I
will,” she replied. She pinned him to the table and increase the intensity. The
salty fluid were at the corridor, waiting to be unleashed. The salty creatures jostled
to leave the station and embark on the journey of no return. They left Jim
vibrating and saying all sorts of things that one could hardly hear. She leaned
in to run her tongue across his cock, seeking the delicious, salty stuff that
will be discharged from the tiny mouth. It was well orchestrated. Together,
they make the journey memorable. His dick cried out to be touched and handled
in an extraordinary way. She stroked him hard with each of her hand, feeling
that something important was about to happen.
From
the tiny mouth on the dick, a fountain of liquid, crystal clear like the river,
but thicker than water—shot forth. When Jim started coming, a large drop of the
cream sprayed into her mouth.
She
jerked back. Her mouth opened and the thick white cum drooled out and ran
slowly down her chin. Her gaze was on the tiny mouth on the massive dick
between Jim’s legs which continued to spout portion of white liquid. The taste
of Jim’s cum was wonderful.
Jim
was exhausted but the lady carefully swallowed the liquid and licked her
fingers. “You taste so nice,” she told him. Like a cat with nine lives, she
looked as if she had only started. She was ready to drain every fluid out of
him if given the chance. “I wanted you to fuck me,” she told Jim. “I need to be
sure of what I am getting into. I don’t want to have a sick cock inside of me. But
the time is far spent. We will do it some other time.”
“Sure,”
Jim nodded his head as his penis progressively shriveled. “It is will be
memorable.”
“Do
you have a shower here?” she asked with an eye on his cock. Not sure whether
her decision not to allow Jim drill her pussy today was the best.
“Yes,”
Jim answered. He brought out his handkerchief and steadily cleaned his dick.
“I
need to use it,” she said.
He
pointed to the door at the extreme. “Go there and get yourself cleaned up.”
As
she rose to her feet and gathered her things, they heard a knock on the door. “Jim,”
the voice sounded from the other side.
“That
is Frank,” Jim whispered to her. “Go! Go to the shower quickly. And lock the
door from the inside!”
Elizabeth
managed to get into the bathroom and secured the door but Jim was unfortunate. His
trousers still hung loosely to his waist when Frank opened the door and entered
the office. He had his luggage with him, which weighed a ton.
Bad Santa by Kiru Taye
Although Gina Badu is a good girl all-year-round, she knows her
Christmas wish will never come true. Not with a recent divorce, late parents
and a sister who courts trouble.
Then Santa abducts her in the middle of the
night. Except this Santa is terrible—a silver fox of a tattooed fallen angel.
Osagie Peters is a ruthless, cartel boss whose
dark soul threatens to consume her. He scares her as much as he fascinates her.
It seems he’s got her on the naughty list. Still, there’s a chance she might
have a Merry Christmas after all.
Osagie: Bad Santa is an Enders series romantic
suspense novella and is the prequel to Osagie: King of Clubs. Osagie was first
introduced in Xandra: Killer of Kings, Enders series book 2.
Content warning: kidnapping.
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A night with Grace’s ex husband reignites old feelings she thought
long buried and provides a second chance for her dead marriage. With a world of
uncertainty between them, they must determine if the reasons that tore them
apart in the first place will do so again. Imelda has known
one kind of love—hard, stressful and abusive. Then she crosses paths with
Kolawole, a far cry from her usual taste in men. With an old debt to pay,
forced loyalty and blackmail, can she walk away from an old relationship that
threatens to tear her apart? Chinyeaka’s life
has not been easy. But she’s determined to get the future she deserves by any
means necessary.
One More Night
weaves the stories of these women as they search for love, second chances,
forgiveness and self rediscovery.
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