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Short time with the busty agbo seller [Part 5]

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The thing with premarital sex when you come from a strict home is the thrill that comes with the risk of being seen by Alhaji or Alhaji’s friends at a hotel.

After last week’s tryst with Biola, she intimated that after doing without my dick for a week, she needed me again. I felt a surge in my testosterone levels.

You know the feeling that comes with being objectified and used as a sex toy alone? I didn’t have it. In my opinion at the time, premarital sex was meant to be purely mechanical – – completely devoid of emotion.

I just wanted to bang the frustration of my inability to secure admission into someone’s daughter. And Biola, the agbo-seller was the recurrent victim at that stage of my life.

At a point, I brazenly came to the conclusion that any of my father’s friends that came to the guest house was not doing God’s work there either. So I was beaming as I sauntered into Matafoda guest house on this particular day.

Mathew did that toutish Yoruba-boy two hands in the air kinda greeting and I smiled as I crushed N200 in his hand.

It costs little to be nice to people. He showed me to my room and as expected, Biola was waiting on me.

She wore a flower-patterned, bright-coloured, loose and conservative cotton gown. She paid per hour and I was not about to waste a woman’s time and money. As I started undoing the buttons on my shirt, I jovially asked why she dressed ‘responsibly’ and she said she was coming from Asalatu. See ehn?

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It’s God that will forgive all of us. What most impressed me about Biola was her ability to remove clothing and get naked in seconds. She repeated the trick as I got naked too.

We bolted into each other’s arms and I wrongfully thought she was going to take it slow. Instead, she pulled my head in for a kiss and started yanking at my dick as if to pull it off my body.

I love a strong woman. The pain her violent yanking of my dick was causing me was diluted by the pleasure of rubbing her naked body gave me. She licked my precum off her palm and gave me further instruction.

“carry me go dia” She said, pointing to the wall

Like Crixus, I realized at that particular moment; I only had one job. I wasn’t going to fuck it up. I knew she liked it rough and I obliged her by grabbing her throat and pushing her till her back hit the wall. She smiled and licked her lips.


This was the first time I would fuck someone’s daughter against the wall, so I took time to perfect the pose. I hid a smile as I remembered Biola’s admonition for me not to worry about pregnancy because she knew the agbo to use.

I lifted one massive thigh and held it with the joint of my arm and bicep. With this, I closed the gap between us to mere millimetres and I saw all that clarity of purpose and sureness leave her face. We both knew this unconventional style would give me uninhibited access into the deepest parts of her hairy pussy.

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I was too far gone to stop at that point.

So I held my dick beneath her moderate bush and used the tip to trace the wetness till I found the entrance of her pussy. It was when I pushed all of my meat in her that I realized she’d been holding her breath. She exhaled loudly and as her standing leg threatened to give way, I quickly picked up the second thigh also as she circled my neck with both arms.

Locked into position, her weight made it a herculean task to fuck in this position. Do not be fooled by what you see in those blue films; if you are not fit as a fiddle, you cannot fuck a woman against a wall. Thank God I used to play ball every weekend. I started pumping with short hard strokes because I knew it would be difficult to slide my dick back into her pussy should it slip out.

I couldn’t see her face because she had buried her head into my neck. I went into bleed mode.

Biola was neither a screamer nor a moaner, I would say she is a grunter. She started making these guttural, animalistic sounds as I continued my sweaty hard work. She was rubbing my head furiously and kept telling me to stop. I didn’t. I could imagine what she felt like being rammed into the wall with a long dick.

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I did not care. At a point, she went limp and her grip on my neck loosened up a bit. I knew she was spent, and I willed my mind to think about climaxing. Biola lifted her head, flicked a line of sweat away from my brows and looked into my eyes.

“please cum”

I slowed my pace and made my strokes deeper as I felt a tightness in my loins. It was the best climax I had at that point in my life. I gently released her legs from my clamp one by one. When her left leg touched the floor, Biola fell onto her knees and stayed there.

With my semi-hard penis pointing at the ceiling, I lay on my back and drew deep, sharp breaths like someone who had just completed a marathon.

I looked over at Biola and she curled into a foetal position and took a nap right there on the guest house’s white tiles.

As I made my wat home an hour later, I received a text written in poor English, but still managed to convey her message.

“Thanks for the fucking Tijani. Please manage this N400 MTN card. 9988678544890”

I smiled as I looked up to the heavens and knew my ancestors were proud of me.

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