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Bachelor’s Eve.Weddings are just so exhausting, I have beenrunning helter skelter trying to finalise all thearrangements. Neither my phone nor myselfhave been able to catch a break all week, thepreparations have been getting the better ofme.My phone has started vibrating again, andthis time around it’s the woman of my lifecalling. I won’t say I have been in love withher from the first moment we saw, but morelike she has always been there waiting forme.It seemed like she knew we would eventuallyend up together, we met in a bus a fewyears ago. I was on my way for somedeployment work my company sent me to.They gave me money for flight but back then,I needed all the money I could get. So, Icollected the money and took a night bus,kept the money for other arrangements. Ihad some girls waiting for me to arrive atLagos. I took some money outof the bank for that trip, put everythingtogether and went on the night bus.She was just sitting and reading a novel, shewas reading John Grisham’s novel, The Client.I had read the novel some years back, so Iused that to strike up a conversation with herand we hit off right from then. I had no plansfor her then, just knew she was petite andcute with an ample bosom. I collected hernumber and the rest, they say, is history. Istill cannot believe that I am marrying thegirl I met in a bus.Everyone had told her not to trust me, evenmy friends always joked about me being areckless womaniser while we were together.She would laugh it off and tell them it was alie. Somehow for the past 6-7 months, I can’tremember talking to any new girl or evenbeen interested in them. I have stoppedlooking at women lustfully, I just went on aregular business with them, at a point, allwomen seemed like men to me. I just wasn’tattracted to anyone of them sexuallyanymore which is quite shocking, as theformer me would ogle at any woman for anyreason, looking for ways of getting into theirpants either by professing fake love anddolling out cash.It’s quite unbelievable what I have become;I’m now a responsible man which isimpossible to understand. I was so randy thatmy mum always said if any of them shouldget pregnant, I should just bring her homefor her. Funny how I have turned a new leaf,very surprising.I couldn’t pick her call, it was very noisy whereI was. I was at Ojo Alaba International market, hoping tochange some money I picked up via WesternUnion. I needed to sort out little bills beforethe D-day tomorrow. We had already doneour introduction and engagement daysearlier.As soon as I collected the Naira equivalent ofthe dollars, I got into my car, before I couldstart the ignition of the car, another callcame in. The caller was a close friend, Jamba.Jamba is partly responsible for my earlier randyand scandalous life. He initiated all theparoles, he involved me and I didn’t turn hisplans down, hence the “partly responsible”.We went around Africa fucking girls fromdifferent countries, it seemed like we wereon a mission to enter the Guinness book ofrecord, we planned the South America voyagewhich I missed. I still regret missing thattrip. Now, I can’t go again. I picked the call on the second ring.“Jamba, whats up” I said“Afam, we have to change the venue for theBachelor’s eve” Jamba said“What’s the problem? Why are we changingvenue” I queried“Don’t bother your big head, I want tochange the girls coming” He said“You do know I’m not doing anything tonight,the girls are for you guys” I replied,uninterested in the girls he was bringing.“Hmmm, don’t worry. Let’s wait eryaman escort till that time”Jamba said confidently.“The new venue is in Festac town now” Jambacontinued.“Jamba, why are you taking us that far, is thereno place in Ikeja or even on the island, whyFestac” I protested.“I will come and pick you if its driving you’rescared of; I’ve told you I have plans for you”Jamba said.With that, the line went off.Fast forward to 3 hours later, we got to theclub in Festac, very nice and comfy. We’ve beendrinking for about 1 hour or 2 before thegirls arrived. We all ogled at the girls, theystarted dancing, everyone got the piece ofthe action. They were really crème girls. Jambahas outdone himself particularly with thisone. I have always respected his choice whenit comes to selecting girls but I doff my hatfor him for tonight’s entertainment.The strippers also came separately, very juicyset of girls, 3 of them actually. I was in themiddle, they rubbed all over me, I keptsmiling and being neutral to all what the girlswere doing. The girls took off their bras,spinning it in the air. I liked the show but Iwasn’t moved, we all had a good time after Istood up from the seat, a couple of myfriends also got on but the name of the gamewas that you couldn’t touch. It was crazy fun.All I could think of that night was my to-bewife, how supportive she has been, howunderstanding she was during my years ofscrewing around town. I was positive none ofthe girls here could make me cheat on herespecially on the eve of our wedding.I was still arguing with the boys, talkingabout our stupid naughty adventures whenthe boys said they had one last send-offarrangement for me. They all agreed that Ihad changed, they were happy with mychanged nature, how I have evolved into agentle man. They all said unanimously that Iwould fail the last test but strangely I wasconfident with myself.At this point, I also doubted my ownconfidence because these were people whohad known me for more than 6 years. Theymust know that I would probably fail the lasttest, they threw more light on the test,revealing that there would be no one will bein the room asides the girl and myself, noone will ever know what will happen behindthose doors. The truth of what happenedbehind the closed doors will be whatever Isay it is. They took me into the room,completely sound-proof, 2 chairs in thecentre of the room, the room was chilly,music sipping in. No one will knock on thedoor except if I didn’t come out till 5AM nextmorning. I was beginning to get worried as Icouldn’t understand what kind of game thiswas, but been stubborn as I was, I shouldhave backed down but the curiosity of thegame got to me.The last instruction was that the light of theroom would be out exactly 20 seconds afterthe lady stepped into the room. I regainedmy confidence that 20 seconds won’t lead toanything.I got up, poured myself some Johnny Walkerand drank it down in one gulp. Jamba took meto the room, as I was about to enter, Ilooked back and screamed at my friends howI would disappoint them and come outwithout fucking the girl.I got in, the light was still on, I lookedaround for any form of cameras to see if myjackass friends were trying to monitor meoutside. The room was bare, nothing asidesthe rug ,2 arm chairs and the air-conditioner.I settled into one of the chairs, the onefacing the door, I wanted to have a good lookat whoever was going to come into the room. A few seconds later, someone appeared intothe room, she was wearing a short gown,tight escort eryaman fitting, she was every inch a figure 8,like she was carved, her boobs are strainingthe outfit, almost bursting out of the clothes.As she got in, she locked the door behindher. The light of the room was a red light,the ass on her was incredible, it was a semicircle, protruding out of herbody violently with her hips flaring to theside.I swallowed spit.The 20 seconds started counting, sheimmediately started undressing, firstlystepping out of her red stilettos, she zippeddown her gown from the side, she wriggledher waist left and right to get the gown offher, as the gown gave way a little down herthighs. Her colour tone was light, pure andunusual, her hair was long, bouncy & curvy ,she had the complexion of Eva Mendez andthe body attributes of Esther Baxter. She wastoo curvy, I swallowed my saliva for thesecond time as the light went off. She didn’tutter one word, she just came closer, slowlyand erotic in every step.My facial expression still remained straightand confident but my lower body was givingme away. Good thing the lights are off, shewouldn’t know, there were tiny shimmers oflights streaming in through the door. I couldbarely see anything, straining my eyes gaveme a little to see but too concentrationintensive.She kept walking around me, using her handsto trace out my shoulder, I maintained mycalm composure, she bent behind me andwhispered into my ear“Don’t worry, I will take care of you” Shesaid.Her accent seemed strange, not Nigerian,not American or British neither. I startedputting things together, the colour of herbody was different, even her hair didn’t seemlike the regular Brazilian hair. She was SouthAmerican??? Her skin tone and her face willsuggest either Mexican or Puerto Rican, shemust be South American. As she whisperedthose words into my ears, the scent from hermouth went straight into my head and causedhavoc as my erection went spiral. I could onlyimagine what she would do to me tonight.Jamba is a bastard, I kept saying silently. Heknew I always wanted to fuck a SouthAmerican chic, he knew of my obsession forthem before I turned into a responsible man.I was remembering the curves of her bodythat the light gave me for 20 seconds. Jambabrought the South American voyage toNigeria for me, the reason I couldn’t travelthen was because of my father’s illness, itgulped all of my savings.She put her hands down on my shoulder,allowing it slide down my shoulder till theygot to my thighs, I could feel her boobs onmy shoulder, the feeling was awesome, Icould have an orgasm just by the feel of herboobs against me, I closed my eyes to savourthe moment.She put her fingers everywhere on my bodyasides my crotch area, she nibbled myearlobes, kissing them. I could imagine thefeel of her lips against mine, the teasing ofmy earlobes sent sparks of excitement downmy spine. I remained in the same positionwith my mouth ajar, she kept on rubbing herlips against the tip of my ear. I felt my dickjerk inside my trousers. She stopped, came back to my front,unhooked her bra and allowed it fall to herflat tummy, I couldn’t see very well but Icould see the round mold of her boobs, hernipples jutting, staring me right in the face,her boobs were looking perky and veryhandful. I couldn’t wait to feel her boobs inmy hands, I had lost all my sense of beenresponsible.She dangled them in front of me, at thispoint I took my hands that I crossed over mylegs and held on tight to the stands of thechair. eryaman escort bayan Holding on as if I might fall off,,Shebrought her dangling boobs to the front ofmy face little by little till my face was in themiddle of her bosom. My face was buried inbetween her massive boobs, the skin of herboobs felt warm and inviting, I just wantedto stay there for eternity. I bowed my headin between the boobs, she kept rubbing themgently around my face, I didn’t know when Ibent my head slightly to take a nipple intomy mouth. Something definitely came overme as I sucked on her nipples. They tastedwarm and probably honey coated.I mustered all I had into it, sucking andlicking the nipples, she gently sat on my lapsspreading her legs, at this point she musthave noticed the gigantic erection in my jean.She held my head close to her bosom andshe began to grind her pussy against myjeans. I could hear her silent moan in myears, it was barely audible, the low audiostreamed into my ears. As the moans becamelouder, I left the chair I was holding onto andgrabbed her ass kneading them. I pulled herass deeper into my waist.The skin was soft and succulent, they feltdelicate, I couldn’t grab as wild as I wantedto, her ass seemed like it was made of glass.I switched my mouth to the other nipples,twisting and massaging the other one, Ismooched hard and the grinding againstcrotch got wilder and harder.She stood up, knelt in front of me, began toundo my trouser to release my dick, my pre-cum had already stained the top of my boxershort, she unbuttoned it and my dick was stilloozing.She took her mouth to the tip of my dick andsucked out my pre-cum and swallowed it,paying attention to my facial expressionwhich at this time seemed like that of aweeping c***d. I had lost total control, mydick was standing at 90 degrees. She beganto lick it like a dog licking water, licking itround and round, what marvelled me was thatshe wasn’t using her hands, I couldn’t wait tofeel her hand holding my dick. The warmth ofher fingers, the softness of her palms, allsorts of ideas were running into my head.She continued sucking it round and round andthen suddenly deep throated me. I felt a lightscream escape my mouth, the warmth of hermouth was incredible, I could feel my tip ofmy dick down her throat, she began jerkingher mouth against my dick. I have receivedblowjobs before but this was simply out ofthis world. I raised my hip up to meet hermouth mid air, she burped a little bit,brought out my dick.She asked me to join her on the rug, I sat infront of her while she faced me, I spread mylegs and brought her legs forward, wrappedher side skin of her feet around my dick andbegan to jerk it. I threw my neck to the back,I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I havenever experienced been jerked off with feet.I was the one screaming while she continuedto watch my facial expression as I continuedweeping like a baby, I felt my load coming asmy scream became more. She stopped withher feet and brought her face closer andfinally started stroking my dick. At this point,I wish I could delay my cum but I couldn’t. Iblasted my load out in front of her face, shelooked adorable.She watched me climax, sitting in front ofme, she actually made me cum withouttaking off her pants, I was sitting on the rugresting with my hand behind me with my dickout of my boxers.She climbed on top of me avoiding my dickand gave me a full mouth kiss. She blew mymind in every human way possible. I longedto spend more time with her but she got up,dressed up and left, dropped a piece ofpaper with her phone number and a smallmessage saying“Am only in town for 2 nights.”All I know is, I must fuck her before sheleaves…..I can’t be the first guy to fuckanother woman the second dayafter marriage.
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