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PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (s*xed And Betrayed) by Pascalblinks: 12:26pm On May 24, 2017 |
PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (S*xed And Betrayed) PART 1 . ***It all started like this*** Chyka and I inside brothel having a S£x. I grabbed one bossom playing with the tip and sU-Cking another one. Mouth producing a sounds like of boorish while sU-Cking the Tip; Pka-pto pka-pto… I had no clue on what to do with the b0s0m I was just holding it at interval, pressing it like an orange, rubbing it as if it is a wounded place which I am applying embrocating. Chyka was m0an!ng, groaning, grunting in pleasure, holding my J0yst!ck and do justice to it. Toy with the cap, rimming the tip, rubbing the body, sU- Cking my boob, and smooching my balls as well. Even my bumbum was not spared as it was being spank, pressing” every time she move her hand from my J0yst!ck. Chai, this girl is a pro. The s£nsat!on was too much for me and I can’t take it no more. I only wanna sah enter her womanliness as soon as possible. Gosh, I was peeping into the honey- pot below, can you imagine, seen how red net-p@nt looks like sending down message to my brain and spinning my head. How it shows the shape of kitty-cat, it is another thing out of the world. When chyka was discovered that I was still a novice she quickly removed her p@nt, la!d on bed and asked me to come over. I was still peeping into her womanliness, the pink color, cover with ever militant black giant grass, amaze the hell out of me. She put her hand under the pillow, brought out the condom and wore it over my J0yst!ck. Insert her finger inside a spermatozoa cream cup, put little inside kitty-cat, applied and rubbed the remaining over the tip of my J0yst!ck. Put it inside; she commanded. Fork me boy, spoil me, as she is smooching her own b0s0m with left hand and using the right hand rimming the cl!toris. Wetin man go do? I sah quickly bent down in missionary style and finding my way into her kitty-cat. Still unable to locate the wall gosh. Finding it difficult to put it exactly kitty-cat hole ***mogbe*** . She: **formin posh** don’t you see where to put it; she asked. I was dump and still holding my J0yst!ck, rubbing it over the grass outside and snail like skin, gosh’ wonder where her V-G located. Chai, was all I could hear. She grabbed my J0yst!ck and slotted it inside. Oya’ common, fucccccck me harder; she commanded. Chyka was already Hot. Her womanliness is so wet like river niger. I was going up and down like agama lizard. Breathing heavily like a pig. When she see I couldn’t do it faster just like she wants. She was helping me with hands. Placed her legs at my back, asking me to go up and coming down faster. She said; haven’t you ever done it before. I became naïve. After like 5 minute of hard labour without praise, I spilled my Pour. every parts of my body become stiff and heavy. She push me one side of the bed when I refuse to stand up. She stood up. Clean her womanliness. Removed condom on my J0yst!ck, Handed over a towel for me. Asking me to clean myself as well, Which I did so. Chyka: where is my money? Me: how much? Chyka: 2k ****mo gbéé***** Me: *** eyes clear**** haaaaaa, but we agreed on 1.5k before. Chyka: ***frown*** common, with all the wahala you took me through. Abegi, give me 2k jooh. **i sah dipped my hand inside my pokect, brought out my wallet and hand over 2k to her*** . Chyka: **smile** thanks, but haven’t you ever done this before? Me: ***felling shy*** why asking? Chyka: **clear throat** I was just imagine as big as you are, you just acting like a fowl. No sU-Ck, no rimming, even no hand thrust… hhhhaaaa, you need “alomo bitter ooo” or make you kuku fold your eyes and ti’raka (endure) to buy “Amo bitter”. Me: **feeling embarrass** haa, how wil you be talking to your costumer like this? Chyka: **lower her voice** sorry, it just that woman like active man. And if I happen to be your girlfriend, I won’t take this from you. Haaa, **raised eye brown** Me: **indulging** but I sah tried? Me: chai, your trying is a garbage Me: **feelin embarass** ok, I wil try next time sah. Chyka: **shrugged** ko’ya try ni oo. **picked her dress and wore it** wo (look), I want market outside jareh. ****We both dashed out at the sametime”****. Chyka is a S£x worker in one of the bigest hotels in my neighborhood. It is being a while I have wanted to do this with her. But where on earth wil I get the confidence to enter brothel. But kongi nah bastards, and I don’t know the three keywords which are ‘what’, ‘how’, and ‘why’, the urge to have s*x keeping building up in my nerve. I just can’t help matter myself this time. I sah gather change, call her inside and to do the Fork with her for the first time. Though, as it is popularly saying that. the first day of removing a virginity is indelible for the woman, but as for the guy, it does not make any difference. Today is the first day of breaking my own virginity, no pain, no wahala, no identification, even, there will be no remembrance, Only the lack of clue on how to handle woman on bed. But as the sayin goes; an elder that is running inside a wilderness, if something is not after him, he must be after something. Today, I know my manliness is not worthwhile, but I will totally revenge my humilation. Might not be through chyka no more, but through any available kitty(ies) ever come my way. I carry this thought over my heart for a very long time, until the jinx is broken. ***chai, “then” it later becomes bomb*** . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/05/12/professional-sx-maker-sxed-betrayed-part-1/ |
Re: PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (s*xed And Betrayed) by Pascalblinks: 7:55am On Aug 29, 2017 |
EATING THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT PART 1
. Jide Babalola was having a bad day.What worried him was not the fact that he seemed to be having a progressively bad day every day for the past three months. He was concerned because he was beginning to get used to it. And that was not a good thing.The kitchen of the Babalola household was redolent with the smell of something fried and spicy, but the ambience was ruined by the emotions running riot in the fragrant space. A plate on the counter washeaped with an appetising load of golden toast and fried eggs, a cup of coffee steaming beside it. As mouth-watering as the food looked, it was the object of dispute that morning. Jide stood over the meal, arms crossed as he faced his wife, who sat on the other side of the counter, pretending to be busy.“Patricia.” He said softly. His wife ignored him, and concentrated on furiously tapping the keys of the laptop in front of her. Early on in their marriage, whenever hecalled her full name like that, she would give him her full attention, because it usually meant he was in a serious mood. “Patricia, can you at least respond when I call you?”She stopped typing and looked up at him over the edge of the laptop. Her eyes were smouldering with anger; if looks could kill, he would have been vaporized by her gaze.“Am I deaf or are you blind?” she retorted. “You’re standing no farther than three feet away from me in this small kitchen and you want a formal acknowledgment to show I can hear you?”Jide clenched his jaw. “Is it a crime to ask for simple courtesy?”She glared at him for a moment longer, then tapped a few buttons on her laptop and closed it gently. When she faced him, arms folded on top of the laptop, insinceresmile on her face, he sighed inwardly. Her attitude was about to get worse.“Yes, lord and Master.” Patricia jeered. “Your servant is listening, please speak.”Jide sighed, and then chose to ignore the sarcasm in her voice. “Like I said, I’m running late so I won’t be able to eat this morning. I understand why that would upset you.”Patricia laughed. There was no humour in the sound. “Oh no, i don’t think you understand at all. But you will. Very soon.”“And what does that mean? Is that a threat? I’m sick and tired of all this, woman. Every day it’s one quarrel or another.”“Yes it seems that way, doesn’t it?” Patricia cut in. “Let me see, yesterday you were angry because I didn’t make breakfast for you, right? I apologized and explained I had a work deadline to meet but you stalked out. Today I wake up early to fry you eggs and now you’re saying…”“That’s why I am apologizing!” Jide yelled.Patricia raised a brow and allowed his shout to fade off before she clapped her hands slowly. “By shouting, right? You have a funny way of apologizing o…”Fifteen minutes later, Jide’s Sienna pulled out angrily from his compound. Setheing at the memory of his conversation with hiswife, he ignored the greeting of his securityguard and sped out of the estate where they lived, almost brushing a yellow tricycle into a gutter. He ignored the driver’s yell, increasing his speed as he took out his annoyance on the road, leaning on his car horn and yelling curses at any driver that dared to be slow.He knew it was just transferred aggression, but he couldn’t help himself. Despite all the self- help books he had bought and counselling documents he hadread online, his marriage seemed to be growing more strained by the day. He and Patricia had only been married less than two years and although he had been advised the point they were in would be the most stressful, he couldn’t imagine things getting any worse than they alreadywere.When Jide Babalola pulled up at the commercial law chambers where he worked as a brand communication manager, he forced himself to calm down before he left his car. He looked at his wristwatch and frowned as he realized he had actually reached work too early. His conscience pricked him as he rememberedthe things he had said to his wife in anger because he thought he was late, but he knew when he returned from work, the argument would continue if he dared to bring it up. He sighed and flipped down the mirror above his head so he could adjust his tie before he took the elevator tothe floor where his office was. He knew he looked good; the confidence of his long-legged stride was somtheing he had used years to cultivate. It was part of his job to project that corporate look and the admiring looks he received as he made hisway to his office attested to the fact.But Jide knew looks weren’t the most important thing. Peace of mind was. He greeted his secretary and breezed into his office and his practised smile faded as he settled behind his desk and sighed. He sincerely wished he could turn back the hands of time to this morning. If he hadn’t misread the time, he might have been able to eat a little of the breakfast Patricia had made for him…He frowned as his office door opened, then whipped up his professional smile a she recognized the person who had barged into his office. It was his colleague,Anita Bankole. Her tight dress stopped justabove the knee, sheathing her curves, the red colour the exact same shade as the lipstick heavily coating her mouth. He winced internally as he wondered if there was anything subtle about Anita. She was the personification of in-your-face attitude and her habit of bulldozing her way into his office without knocking was annoying.Jide was careful to keep his expression pleasant, however. She was one step above him on the corporate ladder; it wouldn’t be wise to show his displeasure.“Jide, my dear!” she squealed, walking over to him, her high heeled shoes clicking on the polished floor as she came around the side of his office table. He started to stand up, but she waved him back into his seat.“Good morning, Anita… oooof!”His greeting was cut short as she sat on him without warning and pressed her lips against his.And that literally, was how the first source of temptation fell into Jide Babalola’s lap….. Jolayemi has been unemployed since 3 years that he finished service and he is already twenty-five years of age…. He was walking down the road when he saw a signboard with vacancy written on it….he smiled buh it was short lived when he saw the condition attached…. 15 years of experience,abeg how old am I,he said aloud before walking away having one destination in mind….third mainland bridge . click on the link below to continue reading www.naijanoisemakers.com/2017/08/12/eating-forbidden-fruit-part-1/ |
Re: PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (s*xed And Betrayed) by Pascalblinks: 2:15pm On Sep 01, 2017 |
THE FIRST DAY I TOAST A GIRL PART 1
. I wz drinking with my guy called ojoto,we re gisting abt so many things and we re laughing like mad people in the market square,soon one pretty damsel pass infront of us and i wz lost in her hot,beautiful and sexy body.i started moping at her like a morron.i wz tempted to talk to her but i dnt knw how to approach her in the first place. Ojoto notice my mood… OJOTO:hey igwe! Are u okay? ME:*i regain myself immediately* OJOTO:na dat babe wey pass us now,na im make u got lost abi na wat? ME:my guy i don dey fall for her but i no get the liver to talk to her oooo.s–t!my guy help me now.. OJOTO:wat do u want me to do? ME:code her for me. OJOTO:again! Guy i no fit do am.u don mature enough to toast babe naw..at dis ur age,u no sabi how to toast babe….shame on u! ME:u be my padi naw abeg,do am for me. OJOTO:wetin i go do na to call am for u but i wouldnt toast her for u oooo! ME:guy u want to disgrace me? U knw say i never try am for my life.as u say so,no problem,call am for me naw*ojoto left.my mind started beating like MTN transformer.i wz lost in thought abt wat to tell her.a kind of sweat dat wz guishing out of my body can be use to make tea…my blood is very hot in dat minute.all my body wz just vibrating*wat will i do if dis girl finally land here?hw will i convince her?hw wil i go abt it*my brain wz just shaking as if they are frying pop- corn on my head*gush! God plz help me ooooo……………. . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2016/11/10/first-day-toast-girl-part-1/ |
Re: PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (s*xed And Betrayed) by Pascalblinks: 2:20pm On Sep 07, 2017 |
OROPO; THE VILLAGE OF THE GOD’S
PART 1
.
Milk in the hands of the tyrant
A long tym ago, in the western part of
Nigeria,was a village known as OROPO.
As the
name implies, the village possessed a
large
scale of land. This land of OROPO was
“flowing
with milk and honey”. The land could
grow any
kind of crop, the yield every year was
bountiful
not to talk of the animals in d forest that
makes
any hunter who ventures into the forest
happy,
because he knows he going to have a
big
catch. Clean water from various rivers
and
streams were not exceptions of the
natural
endowment of OROPO village.
But the people of this village suffered
from a
tyrant king. He was known as OBA
ADEAGBO.
Adeagbo will always say to himself; “my
fathers
fought for this land, where were their
fathers”
he will boostfully say. “all the farm
animals,
forest animals, farm products infact
everything
belongs to me Adeagbo, whatsoever I
want will
I give to the people and that’s whenever
I want
it”. He will always laugh after saying this
loudly
in his beautiful, well-decorated and big
palace.
He had only one chief, definitely it will
be his
beautiful wife ADESEWA. Adesewa took
after
her husband, she was so proud and
arrogant.
ADESEWA was the controller of all the
women
at that time. She had hundreds of girls
as her
servants. Adesewa was cruel too,
seizing
daughters to become servants,
beheading men
who went against her wishes and so
many
abominable things she did to her
people. The
people suffered from this royal couple
for a
long time.
(What is the solution to the problem of
these
helpless people…hmmm…who knows…).
At the extreme end of the village which
serves
as a border between OROPO and the
NEXT
village called ARAROMI, lived a farmer
and
young lady that happened to be the wife
of the
farmer. The farmer’s name was
OGUNDELE and
his wife, FOLASHADE. This couple were
a bit
comfortable than any other family in the
village
because DELE practised a large scale in
Araromi which was close to his house
but
pretends to be cultivating a small plot of
maize
beside the house so that the king’s
guards will
not know anything about his survival.
A faithful day, Dele went to perform farm
practices on his land in Araromi village.
Dele
was a very strong and hard working
young
man. As soon as he got there, of a
surprise to
him, the clouds began to change,
everything
was becoming dark looking as if it
wants to
rain. Dele was feeling dizzy heavily to
the extent
that he fell to the ground at some point.
Dele’s
eyes began to close when he observed
that
spirits were coming out of the
surrounding
trees……(What happened to Dele? Were
the
spirits after Dele? Why were they after
Dele?…
that’s what we will get to know in the
next
episode. Bye for now…) . click on the link below to continue reading http://www.naijanoisemakers.com/2017/07/23/oropo-village-gods-part-1/ |
Re: PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (s*xed And Betrayed) by Pascalblinks: 10:22am On Sep 08, 2017 |
BIRTHDAY S£X PART 1
(Completed)
. It was my 21st birthday and I was on my way to see my girlfriend in school. She stayed off campus in a 3 bedroom flat which she shared with two of her friends, Tolu and Tochi. Tolu was short, dark skinned, attractive, Tochi however was a bit taller and light skinned, but still reasonably attractive. My girl’s bestfriend however was Ife, who was in the same department as her and whose best feature (in my humble opinion) was her big br**sts. Apparently the four of them were taking me out for a meal and drinks that night. I arrived at their house and rang the doorbell, Tolu answered it, wearing a dressing-gown, obviously still in the process of getting ready to go out, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, wished me happy birthday and ushered me into the house. I asked where my girl was and she replied that she was in her bedroom, but didn’t want me to come in just yet, as she had a surprise for me. I went to sit down on the couch, but Tolu quickly stopped me, and pointed me towards a chair placed in the middle of the room, as apparently I had to be centre of attention in the middle of the room. I didn’t see the point in arguing so I took the chair. But as soon as I sat down, I felt my arms being pulled back behind the chair and heard a click and I could feel my hands were restrained. I looked behind me and saw that my hands had been handcuffed behind the chair. I turned my head back around to protest and saw Tochi and Ife were now standing next to Tolu, both also wearing dressing-gowns. “What do you think you’re playing at?” I said. “There’s been a slight change in plan” Tolu informed me. “We’ve decided not to take you out after all, Instead we’re all going to have a cosy night in.” “Why the handcuffs? And where is Moji?” I demanded. (Moji being my girlfriend) “Well, as we’re not going out we had to think of a way to treat you, as it’s still your birthday after all, and Moji kindly agreed to let us have some fun with you, but we didn’t want you running away, getting impatient or generally doing anything we don’t want you to, so we’ve had to handcuff you to the chair.” Tochi enlightened me. “And to stop your babe from interfering, unfortunately we’ve had to handcuff her to her bed, but don’t worry, she’s fine, and you’ll get to see her later. But for now, sit back, do as you’re told and most importantly enjoy yourself!” Ife Said. . With that the three girls undid the ties at the front of their dressing-gowns and to my amazement, one at a time, took them off. Tochi was the first to slip out of hers, revealing herself to be wearing just a pink bra and matching thong and then doing a little twirl to make sure I’d got a good view. Tolu took hers off next, to reveal a black push-up bra that gave her a nice cleavage and matching tie-side briefs, she also gave a little twirl to give me a good view. Finally Ife took her dressing-gown off, revealing a white bra that was struggling to contain her big br**sts and matching underwear that was revealed to be a G-string upon her completing a twirl. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Moji’s hot friends were in just their underwear in front of me, apparently ready to give me a good night, something I was more than willing to accept, even if it wasn’t being forced upon me via handcuffs, after all this was already turning out better than my wildest dreams! . click on the link below to continue reading www.naijanoisemakers.com/2016/09/27/birthday-sx-part-1/ |
Re: PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (s*xed And Betrayed) by BlinksBlinkd: 7:12am On Sep 18, 2017 |
wow |
Re: PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (s*xed And Betrayed) by BlinksBlinkd: 1:36pm On Sep 19, 2017 |
amen |
Re: PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (s*xed And Betrayed) by BlinksBlinkd: 10:32am On Sep 23, 2017 |
OK, I will |
Re: PROFESSIONAL S£X MAKER (s*xed And Betrayed) by BlinksBlinkd: 8:45am On Sep 30, 2017 |
nice one bro |
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