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Short time with the busty agbo seller [Part 4]

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I don’t know what criteria one has to clear to qualify as a sex addict in Nigeria.

I just know that after taking my body count to four (our neighbor, an agbo seller and two commercial sex workers), all of them have winced with discomfort during and after sex, grabbing their tummies and all that. Safe to say I’ve confirmed I kind of have a big penis and this makes me relish using it on people’s daughters.

I can’t possibly tell you the exact measurement of my dick because I’m a Muslim and I can’t be doing such inglorious things as buying a ruler and measuring the length of my dick.

Thirteen days after Biola (my agbo-selling sex partner) pledged to be paying for our short-time trysts at Matafoda guest house, she did not pick my calls and did not bother to return them. I was already gathering money to visit a brothel when I saw her error-laden text instructing me to meet her there at 5pm the following day.

Her tone was rude and disrespectful but I was philosophical about it all. I decided to focus on the pussy and not the attitude.

Matthew (the attendant) showed me to OUR room and I went in half expecting my fantasy of seeing her already naked and wet to be fulfilled. She didn’t even try to kiss or hug me, she just slammed the door, locked eyes with me and smiled mischievously. At nineteen, I did not know how to handle being in a room with a girl that was wriggling under me only a fortnight earlier, so I played it cool and sat across the bed.

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I wanted to squeeze her big breasts from the back and and rub my hardening dick against her ass while tonguing her ear, but I resisted the urge and relaxed. After all, unlike the last time, where I was calculating the rate at which my 500/hour was burning, I did not pay this time around.

Around this time, Biola sat beside me, looked into my eyes and grabbed my dick.

TIJANI, don’t waste my money.

She suddenly knelt up and my legs were between hers. I grabbed her hair and and turned her over; I’m an African man, a woman won’t overpower me. With her back on the bed, I kissed her as she impatiently slid her right palm under the band of my jeans and straight beneath my boxers. Mere touching my dick seemed to delight her as she moaned a bit.


The two-week buildup had thrown subtlety out of the window. All that normal, nuanced ways of taking off clothes slowly just wouldn’t work, so I knelt on the bed and pulled her up with me. She was even more aggressive than I was. She pulled down my shorts and boxers in one fell swoop. I stopped kissing her and focused on getting her naked.

She took off her yellow yori-yori round-necked shirt and her bra while I concurrently undid the zip of her jeans skirt, she took off her tight herself.

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She pushed me on the bed and climbed me. As she reached to insert my dick, I held her hand and thought a nineteen year old admission seeker should not be going around impregnating agbo sellers. She seemed to get this and said

“E no dey sweet with condom. Don’t worry, I know the agbo to use. I won’t get pregnant”. Its ungentlemanly to argue with a woman, so I let her hold my dick and target it at the opening of her pussy. She held her breath as she slid me in slowly as she let her hands lie flat on my narrow chest.

She was moving gingerly on me and it was very different from what I used to watch in blue films. I was having none of that.

I grabbed her waist and raised my hips all of a sudden and she collapsed as I held tight and repeated the wiggling if my hips. The style was emasculating and I wanted to feel powerful and in charge. So I flipped on to my side and with her back facing my dick, I found her pussy quickly, slipped my left hand below her ribs and kneaded her left breast with my left hand.

At the same time, I slipped my right hand over her thigh and brought it up to the top of her pussy. This style was painful on my elbow and lower back, so I just had to move slowly. That said, it was very sensual and Biola held my thigh as I furiously rubbed her pussy.

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Her pussy was so warm and slippery and this effect made me go deeper with every stroke.

The sound she was making did not sound human and after telling me to ‘Stop, stop, stop’ in vain, her legs clamped together as she screamed into the pillow. The satisfaction of making a woman cum and the consequent clamping of her legs generated a squeeze on my dick. I released three deep strokes later.

Slowly, without even trying, my dick slipped out of her pussy and my right hand was all mushy and wet with strange liquids. I dried them on the bedsheets and squeezed her nipples as she cupped my balls and rested her head on my chest. She said

“Sorry I dey my period, na why I no call you”

I told her it was 6 o’clock and the one hour she paid N500 for had elapsed. She smiled and said she paid for two hours and that I should give her a couple of minutes to rest before we went another round. I smiled at the ceiling, thanked God for my dick and thought;

“You must be doing something right”.

I was brought out of my reverie by Biola’s declaration: “#GiveMedoggie”.

I giggled.

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