By Evans Aboagye Tawaiah
I was at Hilly guest house at exactly 7 pm.
I went straight to the receptionist who wasted no time in identifying me.
“Cindy right?” She asked beaming her
professional smile at me.
“Yea Cindy,” I replied.
Cindy was my business name. Stella had
taught me that business life was different from personal life so we used different names for business. Just like actors who answered different names on stage, we answered different names in business. Stella’s business name was Kittana just as mine was Cindy.
But that’s by the way…
“Room 330,” the receptionist directed pointing down the hall.
“Thanks a lot,” I replied and followed her
direction. I got to the room with 330 written on top and knocked.
“Come in,” a deep voice responded.
I swung the door knob open and went in. The receptionist didn’t make any mistake in her description. The man from his appearance was indeed a very important person.
He wore this big Jalabia-like cloth that most of our top Northern politicians liked wearing with a cap to match. He was dark in complexion with a medium sized pot belly. He had tribal marks on both sides of his cheek.
“Hi beautiful, what’s your name?” He asked as soon as I entered.
“Cindy,” I replied smartly.
“I’m Alhaji Jubril Ahmed,” he said looking at me. ” I just arrived few hours ago for a convention.”
“You’re highly welcome sir,” I replied with my business smile playing on my lips.
“You’re such a beautiful lady ,” he
“Thank you sir,” I replied. “I’m here to make you happy sir.”
“Please address me as Jubril dear. Let’s not sound too official,” he suggested.
“Ok sir. Oh sorry Jubril,” I corrected.
“No problem,” he replied.
There are personalities you will see and you won’t know when sir starts pouring from your mouth. Alhaji Jubril Ahmed was one of such personalities.
I started the evening for him with a strip
dance. The Alhaji went crazy as he watched my waist whine slowly to the rhythm of the song playing(?pooley wo swagg no akye by guru) on the television and at the same time slowly took of my clothes.
My blouse was the first to come off revealing my pawpaw shaped boobs. Then my skirt followed revealing the super hot
g-string lingerie I wore beneath.
By the time my bra and g-string was gone, Alhaji already had a visible bulge showing on his trousers.
Without wasting time, he removed the “jalabia” and trouser and stood completely naked before me.
His uncircumsized manhood was as long as that of a horse, if not longer, and I wondered within myself if he would be able to penetrate me. It stood erect pointing menacingly towards me.
I was still staring at the Alhaji’s long manhood, when he suddenly grabbed me and yanked me onto the bed. My heart instantly flew into my chest.
I had heard lots of stories about ladies who died in the course of this business and I never imagined such fate for myself.
“Please take it easy sir,” I begged squeezing my face.
I guess the sight of my nude body must have charged him beyond control.
“Come here!” He commanded forcing my two legs apart.
I hesitated but gave way as I noticed the
aggression accompanying his lust. I felt sharp pain hit my tummy as he roughly
penetrated me. The Alhaji wasn’t romantic in any way.
Wam bam wam bam, he rocked back and
forth like a bull without control striking the mouth of my womb with reckless abandon.
He continued like this for over one hour before he started groaning in ecstasy as he ejaculated his load inside me. Then he rolled off and laid on the bed panting.
“Walayi you sweet die,” he said to me fondling my boobs. I didn’t respond as I lay still in pain. I felt cramps all over my pelvic region and down my legs.
All through the night, Alhaji drove me
mercilessly in every position imaginable.
I couldn’t tell where he got his energy from.
Who knows, he must have taken viagra before coming to the hotel.
He finally slept off around 3am in the morning. By that time, I was totally exhausted and almost giving up.
I felt peppery sensation all over my v-region but endured it after-all my 450k patiently waited for me.
But then, something very terrifying happened.Alhaji was lying dead beside me on the bed by the time I woke up the next morning…
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