Donigspain - S01 E73

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Donigspain - S01 E73

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 73

I was relaxing at home with

Uche in the evening of the next

day when a call entered my

phone. I looked at the screen and

saw ‘Blessing Agbani’ which was

the information I used in saving

the ugly girl’s number; Agbani

being her village.

‘’Hello, how are you?’’ I said as

soon as the call got connected.

‘’I dey fine o… which side for

Agbani u dey stay?’’ Blessing

asked.

‘’Dat Winners Chapel side for

Enugu Road,’’ I answered her.

Uche who had been busy with

his phone suddenly turned and

faced me with a look that

conveyed interest.

‘’Okay, I dey come now now

make I stop bike,’’ she informed

before ending the call.

There was no much time to

waste and so I stood up and

began arranging the room. I

went and drew the curtains

down, returned a few scattered

clothes to the wall hanger, swept

the floor even though it was

clean.

‘’Guy, stand up abeg make I dress

the bed,’’ I told Uche.

‘’Na where dem dey see you. see

as you just dey run about like

person wey shi’t hold for nyash,’’

he replied as he left the bed for

me.

‘’Na which girl be dat sef wey dey

come?’’ He asked further.

‘’You go see am when she come,’’

I replied him.

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After I was done arranging the

room I took my perfume and

spread it into the air as well as

the door curtain. I always make

sure to spray some sweet

smelling products on the curtain

at my door post which is the first

contact my visitors always get to

have and as such first impression

matters.

My phone rang and I checked to

see it was Blessing. I left it

unanswered and went out to

meet her. There was no point

wasting her airtime credit since

she was already within the

vicinity. I walked out of my

compound and stood close to

the road from where I could see

the whole area. I saw a lady

standing beside an Okada man a

few poles afar. I instantly

recognized her when I saw that

black kiwi polish complexion. I

called out to her with a whistle. I

beckoned to her with a wave of

the hand to come this way when

I had got her attention. She

climbed the okada and rode to

where I was standing. I went

and paid the okada man and he

drove off. Blessing was wore a

red ‘polo’ shirt on a blue jean

trouser which hugged unto her

thereby revealing her wonderful

shape.

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‘’Welcome to my place,’’ I said

while leading her into the

compound. We went inside my

room and she met Uche seated

on our reading stool. I noticed

one of the stools have magically

disappeared from the room. ‘Kai,

dis guy bad gan’ I thought within

while shaking my head. Blessing

exchanged pleasantries with

Uche before making herself

comfortable on the only available

sit the room – the bed. I inserted

a Ghanaian movie titled

‘Forbidden Fruit’ which I had

collected from a friend earlier

that week. I was yet to see the

movie because I was engrossed

in Wentworth Millers’ ‘Prison

Break’. I don’t really like watching

all these African home movies

due to their poor and most times

ridiculous plot. I only collected

the Ghana movie due to the

negative publicity associated

with its release.

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Uche left the room for us a few

minutes into the movie. He also

made sure he took the remaining

plastic stool along with him. I

asked my visitor what she would

like to take as refreshment but I

was shocked when she

requested for a cold bottle

medium Guinness stout. I went

outside almost immediately and

returned with her demand. I

even collected a straw from the

woman to enable her sip the

drink like a lady but this girl

refused using the straw and the

requested I get her a glass cup.

Since I was with Iyke’s spare key,

I went to into his room and took

one of his glass cups which were

carefully kept on the mini bar in

his room. I handed it over to

Blessing and watched as she

emptied some of the alcoholic

content into the cup. In one swift

move she gulped down the

liquor, smacked her lips and

regurgitated. She poured some

more into the cup and kept it

beside her.

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‘Nawao, I don enter one chance

today’ I said to myself. We fixed

our gaze at the movie playing

since I was at lost on any topic to

talk about. It was obvious to the

both of us that she was ugly and

as such I can’t possibly start

flirting with her looks. There is

no way she will take me serious

if I tell her ‘baby, you are pretty’. I

was even finding it difficult to

see her well enough in the poorly

lit room due to her extreme

blackness. Her only selling point

was the physical endowment in

the form of robust bo’obs and

asss which I was yet to have a

firsthand view anyways.

Fortunately, no unfortunately, the

movie got to yet another

sekxually explicit scene. It was as

if the Ghanaians were

experimenting with the movie to

know if it would sell and as such

pave way for the establishment

of a por’n industry. I drew her

closer to me and allowed her rest

her head on my chest. My left

hand wondered from her

shoulders to the side of her

waist before making a stop-over

at her belly. My phone rang at

that moment. It was Ifeoma

calling and so I silenced the call

and watched as it died. I placed

the phone on silent mode to

avoid further disturbances. If I

had known I would have read

this call as a warning not to

proceed with this adventure. I

would have allowed this game to

wonder off without taking a shot

at it.

.

Next I continued from where I

had stopped. I romanced her

belly until I could feel her

breathing increasing. I found my

way into her bare body through

the downside of her cloth. I

moved upward to the baseline of

her bra where I mounted a

checkpoint – running my fingers

in a sekxy manner. All these while

she still pretended to be

watching the movie. SMH, Naija

girls sha… I turned her around to

kiss her but at a closer look

changed my mind. I love kissing

and I’m very good at it but at this

moment I think I’ll pass. I’ve got

very choosy lips. I don’t just kiss

any lips that come across my

path. For fuc’ks sake, we are

talking about an act that involved

some level of saliva trade. I have

to be sure my partner

maintained a considerable level

of hygiene before I plant my

tongue into her mouth.

.

I lowered my head and buried it

into her neck. Teasing her with

the tip my lips. After sometime I

made her sit up and then wanted

to help her remove her clothes

but she declined. She told me to

secure the door that she would

remove her clothes by herself. I

stood up and went to the door,

bolted it and also used the

opportunity to get off my clothes.

I made my way back to the bed

where I found her already nak’ed

except for her pant. Why do

women always make us be the

ones to remove the pants?

Anyways, I drew near to her and

was shocked at what I saw.

Where are all those fold

mountains I had earlier seen on

her chest? On a closer

examination I found two flappy

pieces of flesh where her

bosoms were supposed to be

located. Alert! I’ve just been

scammed!!!

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With a sad look hidden in the

dark I searched for my condom,

touched her a little until my dic’k

regained its lost erektion, wore

the condom, pulled her pant off

her and threw it to God-knows-

where. The vegetation

surrounding her pusssy was a

guinea savannah type. It looked

like she last weeded three weeks

ago. I parted her legs and in one

swift move penetrated her in the

age long missionary position. I

was expecting to meet a not too

wet pusssy since, in my mind, I

did not really take time to

manipulate her body but I was

surprised to meet a very wet

pusssy. The pusssy was so wet

that I wondered if there was

someone else in my room that

had helped me to turn her on to

this level. Her pusssy welcomed

my dicck with an ‘fffsss’ sound

before her vaginaa walls relaxed.

I began thrusting in and out of

her in a slow tempo in order to

allow my dicck enough time to

acclimatize with the environment

inside the cave.

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I noticed a perfect positive

correlation between the tempo

of my thrusts and the degree of

elasticity of her pusssy. The faster

and deeper I t----t the wider

and deeper her pusssy became.

At a point I could no longer feel

the womanliness walls on my

dicck. It was as if I my diccck was

swimming in a basin full of

akamu. I changed to gear four.

My waist ramming in and out of

her like someone possessed with

the spirit of makossa. It took her

about seven minutes before a

moan escaped her lips and by

this time my waist was in

autopilot. We were not making

love rather we were bleeping.

There’s a big difference. She

threw her legs wide apart – one

to the extreme east and the

other extreme west. I continued

pounding her in an energetic

manner which made her to start

moaning out louder.

‘’Yeee, ahhha, oohhh, assshhh’’

were the sounds that escaped

her lips while the meeting of my

g---n against her pelvis played

out a ‘kpa kpa kpa’ drum beats.

The slippery friction between my

dicck and her pusssy produced a

‘faka faka faka’ flute notes.

.

After a period of over twelve

minutes I was not having the

slightest feeling of reaching

heavenly feeling. How can I reach

heavenly feeling when my dicck

is not feeling any friction induced

sensation? ‘Who knows we

might continue this till the next

morning. I might as well die on

top of this girl’ I thought within

while I physically continued

hammering her. It got to an

extent that she wrapped her legs

around my waist and threw her

hands up above her head like

someone that was crucified. That

was when I caught sight of the

ugly scene. What da fucck!!! Holy

cow!!! Damnnnnnn!!! Her armpit

was covered in a thick moist

mangrove forest; a typology of

the Amazon Basin of South

America. The armpit hairs were

so thick and grown that I can

swear no razor had ventured

into the place in the last six years.

I can bet my DVD that it would

take a chainsaw two days to

reduce the forest to a

manageable reserve. Why a

young lady will leave her armpit

to grow to this length still beats

my imagination to this day. Need

I say the sight was a great

turnoff?

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I instantly faked to be tired of the

missionary position and then

turned her around in a canine

style. At least, her asss was a

perfect sight to behold. I

penetrated her in that position

and banged away while

entertaining myself with the

sight of her voluptuous asss

which kept bouncing to and fro

in rhythm to each t----t. Another

fifteen minutes had passed and

yet I was nowhere near orgassm.

Even though I was yet to I

replaced the condom with a

second one just to be on the safe

side as I noticed the first condom

was getting weaker. I no wan

here say condom bust for dis

kain pusssy. Who know wetin

the pusssy don pass through to

be in this present state. I

continued pumping in this

position while she moaned out

loud like a cow being milked. It

was obvious that she was

enjoying the act while I suffered.

By this time we were both

sweating like two criminals

caught in the act.

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An hour passed and I was yet to

get any sign. Meanwhile she was

literally dripping in her own

wetness. I was getting tired. My

g---n began to ache; my waist

was getting weaker and weaker.

I have to do something fast

before I collapse here. I was even

tempted to remove the condom

and fucck her like that. I knew I

will certainly release after a few

minutes but the risk is way

beyond the short-lived pleasure I

will get. It might be an act that I

might get to regret for the rest of

my life. While still in that dogggy

position I brought her legs

together to help give my dicck a

firmer grip. I held her asss from

the sides and made it to

sandwich my dicck. I closed my

eyes and allowed my thought to

wonder into the realm of my

sekxual fantasies. I imagined

myself fuccking the women of

my fantasies while simulating

their moans in my head. After

five minutes of been in the world

of my own my body began to

quake. I could feel my dicck

vibrating inside her and I knew

she must have felt it too because

her pusssy contracted and then I

climaxxed. I withdrew my dicck

from her and then collapsed

besides her panting like a

cheetah that just gave an

antelope a chase. I avoided us

cuddling which is expected of

people that just had sekx. The

ugly image was still fresh in my

memory. Entangling myself in a

cuddle might get me to

mistakenly put my face under her

armpit. I can manage the sight

but I don’t know if I can

suppress the feeling to throw up

if I by any chance get to smell

that armpit. I brought out tissue

which we used to cleanup

ourselves before we rested for a

while before I stood up and

went to switch on the lights. I

removed my condom and was

surprised to see I had just a small

quantity of sperrm at the tip. I

checked for leakages but found

none that was when I knew

what caused the low quantity.

Aside the case of third to infinite

rounds of sex, I normally have

low quantity of ejaculated

sperrm if the orgassm is

forcefully induced. For instance, if

I’m dissatisfied with a girl’s

sekxual performance or if the girl

is complaining of pains and

tiredness or if I am not in the

mood but coerced by a girlfriend.

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I checked the time and saw it

was fifteen minutes before 9pm.

She dressed up and said she was

going. When we got to the door

she turned around, held my

shoulders and said ‘’Nna, chei, i

bu agu,’’ and then shuddered. It

was an Igbo expression which

translated to ‘’Guy, chei, you are a

tiger’’. I smiled to myself. The

remark was an ego booster. It

just confirmed my sekxual

prowess. It was my first attempt

with a professional – someone

who had been having sekx and

seeing lots of dicck. For her to

compliment me in such manner

means a lot to me. I saw her off

to the main road, stopped a bike

and gave her two hundred naira.

The bike man zoomed off with

her while I managed to find my

way back into my room.