Honorable Secretary #6 (REBOUND) By @maskuraid

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The big sweaty bottle of Guinness Stout was chilled to mortuary standard, just like I liked it. Many people don’t know this but all or at worst almost all of the world’s knotty problems become simplistically minute when viewed from above the rim of a tall foamy glass of Guinness stout.  At that moment where I sat chilling in a bar somewhere around Akerele in Surulere, life was looking really good. Toyin had told to me to wait for her there while she went shopping for ingredients and I was making the most of the break. Our suspended dinner was finally going to happen today.

 

Fifteen minutes or so later, she came back carrying a polythene bag.

“Oya mister oga, shopping is done. Let’s go home.”

I rushed the rest of my drink, paid the bartender, picked up my bag and followed her.

“Let me help you with that before these people here think I’m not a romantic somborry.”

She laughed.

“In that case, here Mr Romantic, epp me plix.”

The bag wasn’t that heavy and I carried it effortlessly in my right hand after switching mine to the left.

Ten minutes of strolling leisurely along the major road brought us to her place. The building was hidden on a side street just off the busy road. Fairly new and painted light green with its own compound and black gates, it looked quite appealing from the outside. According to her, the place had four units of two bedroom flats one of which she inhabited. Only one of the other flats was occupied though the tenant was presently overseas.  

“So you pretty much live here alone.”

“Yep, she replied. But don’t get ideas about moving in just yet, I value the peace of mind it affords me in this crazy part of Lagos.”

“Moving in indeed, as if I’d dare.”

Our laughter echoed as we climbed the stairs to her apartment on the first floor.

 

Inside, the living room was very neatly furnished and arranged.

“Nice pad you have here and clean too. I had the unfortunate experience of visiting a chick that lived in a sty once. Not a pleasant something I tell you.”

“Thank you for the compliment. You too should stop visiting random chicks upandan. Stay in one place.”

“Yes ma. Thank you for the sermon.”

“You’re very welcome. Now put your bag over there in the corner, the foodstuff in the kitchen and come have a seat in front of the TV. Let me just undress and I’ll have dinner ready in no time.”

“That’s good. I’m hungry, both for body and soul food.”

“Don’t worry babes, you’ll be over fed in a bit.”

 

She went inside the room and came out a few minutes later dressed in bum shorts and a halter neck blouse. She had obviously taken off her bra and her nipples were prominently pointing underneath the flimsy blouse material. I also noticed from the extra jiggle of her bums that her thong had gone on vacation.

“Yum yum. Maybe I should eat already” I said as I playfully tweaked both nipples and cupped her breasts.

“Slow your roll soldier, first things first. Eat and then you will be eaten” she responded as she playfully swatted my hand away and jiggled into the kitchen.

Shaking my head, I removed my shoes, loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt then picked up the remote and put on the TV before flopping down onto her leather couch.

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Coming to Toyin’s place had been a spur of the moment decision. I rarely went looking for outside action during the week but it had been some time since I last shagged anyone and ‘lil J’ was silently complaining of starvation and neglect. Maybe it was also an unconscious attempt to reinforce my masculinity after the somewhat strange encounter at Karishika’s house.

 

Some forty five minute later after a lot of frying, boiling, blending and simmering, dinner was finally ready. A spread of white rice, vegetable stew and fried chicken accompanied by goat meat pepper soup was laid out on the compact dining table for consumption. Toyin was obviously a good cook, the food tasted fantastic and I ate with relish.

After dinner we sat together on the couch and watched TV for a while to allow the food digest. Then we went into the bathroom and showered together in preparation for bed.

 

She was ready for love. As soon as we came out of the shower, she led me straight to the bedroom and pushed my naked self onto the bed. I always knew Toyin was freaky but I had no idea she was this freaky. Her bedroom had long thick red colored velvet drapes covering the windows. A shaded lamp standing at the far corner provided diffused blue lighting while a split unit air conditioner high up on the wall blasted cold air into room. The biggest surprise was the silver stripper pole which ran from floor to ceiling right in the center of the room.

 

I looked round in awe and marveled at the love den.

“Wow!!!. Seriously?”

“Yes o. You like?” she asked.

“Like? I freaking love this shit.”

“Good. The pole is for my dance exercises in case you’re wondering.”

“If that’s your story baby, then who am I to question it.”

 

With a smile on her lips, she went to her compact disc player placed discreetly in a shelf by the wardrobe and slotted in a CD.  Barry White’s deep baritone oozed out of two overhead speakers hidden in the POP ceiling right above the bed singing “Practice What You Preach”. With a mischievous look in her eyes she cooed.

“Just relax and watch me papi. First I’m going to dance for you and then I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

“Listen to Barry’s advice dear, go ahead and do your thing.”

 

She was smiling again as she walked her equally naked self over to the pole and started twirling.

By the time she ran through that song, Notorious BIG’s “Fuck You Tonight”, Jay Halliday’s ‘Bed’, Jodeci’s “Freek’n You”, R.Kelly’s “Bump N Grind” and TLC’s “Red Light Special”, desire was rampant in my system. My dick was standing ramrod straight and pointing at the ceiling with a gleam in its eye, ready for all the action her seductive dancing promised. I couldn’t stand the wait any longer.

“Come and tend to this” I said in a voice thickened with longing, pointing at my straining member.

She continued dancing with her eyes closed as if she hadn’t heard my request, then abruptly stopped, walked purposefully over to where I lay spread-eagle on the bed, climbed on it, opened her mouth and slowly swallowed my dick all the way to my balls.

The moan that emanated from my throat was an involuntary reaction, shit felt so good.

 

Toyin maintained eye contact with me as she slowly and methodically proceeded to suck my brains out, my toes curling and flexing in sync with the motions of her warm moist mouth. Slurp and suck, slurp and suck she went, while her hands kept moving everywhere from my shaft to my nipples and balls. She alternated deep throating my meat with teasing round the glans with the tip of her tongue, sending crazy feelings shooting everywhere. As soon as she noticed my balls starting to contract, she paused and slid up my body to give me a long languorous kiss before she went flat on her back and spread her legs wide.

“Come feast on this dish papi. Come and gobble this pussy up like a starving person at an all you can eat buffet.”

Needing no further invitation, I dived right in, licking and lapping at her cute pussy lips and clit while she rolled and ground her waist in response, dragging my head closer to make sure I didn’t stop.  She tasted so good I kept eating till she suddenly arched her back and let loose a small scream from the depth of her soul, bucking wildly against my lips. When her vibrations eased up, she climbed astride my still stiff dick and let Ciara’s “Ride” and Kelly Rowland’s “Motivation” motivate her as she fucked my brains out just like she had promised, till it all ended in one long searing burst of cum.

 

After the fireworks of the session, we stayed entwined and gisted in low tones while gathering energy for the next round until a loud bang outside tore through the night, startling both of us.

 

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know she replied”, half rising from the bed. Another bang followed, this time sounding much closer.

“Gunshots?”

She nodded, although hesitatingly.

Terror instantly seized me. If indeed those were shots and armed robbers were in the area, there was cause for worry. What if they came here? I jumped off the bed and scrambled for my boxers, then rushed to the CD player and pulled its plug.

“Put on a nightgown or something” I instructed in a hushed tone before I rushed to the sitting room to switch off the lights and check on the doors then returned to the bed where we both stayed still, ears cocked to pick up any sounds. Each second that passed was like an hour and I was finally beginning to think we had misjudged the sounds when we heard the wail of approaching Police sirens followed by a volley of shots and more shots.

“I think that’s the Police.”

Toyin, her eyes huge with dilated pupils didn’t say anything but grabbed and squeezed my hand for comfort. If only she knew I was as scared as she was. That was how we stayed for hours even after silence eventually returned outside.  We didn’t get to sleep till the early hours of the morning.

 

I was grumpy from lack of sleep throughout the next day at the office Work was crazy as usual and although I personally didn’t feel like doing anything except looking for a corner to curl up and fall asleep in, I had to earn my daily bread.

 

Madam Ayiri buzzed me just after lunch.

 

“Seke baba. Long time no chook.”

“Madam, how you dey? How Daddy?”

“Hmmmmm Seke, Daddy dey o. He finally left this morning but somehow I just use style wish he nor even come at all.”

The way she sounded piqued my interest, so I probed further.

“Why na, you didn’t enjoy the visit?”

“At all o. It was like the man just came to Lagos to eat. All the time na so so chop chop. You won’t believe we only knacked once and even that once sef na push me I go, like say na work. Once in almost two weeks, haba!”

“O ti o! You didn’t give him baby okwu?”

“Seke, even me I can’t explain his behavior. Of course I recommended it but he didn’t even bother. For somebody that has been away for three months plus, toto nor just hungry am.”

I had to laugh at that.

“But e dey hungry some of us sha.”

“I trust you my Seke. You nor dey look Uche face like some people wey go see toto begin pick teeth. Preek dey hungry me sef, make I show this night?”

I thought about it for a second or two. With the mood Madam was in, even if I said no there was absolutely no guarantee she still wouldn’t come when it suited her. One might as well grab the freebie.

“Okay then, no problem madam.”

“Na my seke be that. See you tonight.”

“Roger that.”

 

I’d barely put my phone back on the table when Susan showed up.

“Hi Susan, I don’t remember calling you.”

“No sir, you didn’t. I just decided to come and check on you. I noticed your red and puffy eyes this morning and you looked as if you needed to rest. You still do in fact. Are you okay sir?”

“Oh that. Yes I am, just had a rough night with virtually no sleep that’s all. I’m sure they’ll clear up once I manage to get some rest.”

“Okay Sir. Just in case you need anything, anything at all, you can call me.”

I told her I surely would keep that in mind. As I watched her walk away I wondered if the emphasis on ‘anything’ was as I perceived it or just my twisted mind at work. Time will kukuma tell.

Maskuraid

Maskuraid

Abiodun is a member of the Mainland Book Café who daily juggles the Lagos hustle with running his personal blog and trying to stay sane in an increasingly insane world. Prose (fiction) and poetry roll of his pen as the spirit directs and his first collection of short stories (which is still without a title) is expected to hit the shelves very soon. He blogs at www.versesbybeordoon.com

14 comments

  1. Kudos i just entered this site by chance & i have read 1 to 6 when is 7,8, 9, 10 etc coming up? How do i get notification

  2. Eagerly looking forward to the experience and what transpired at Karishika’s house with the husband. Nice writing. Awaiting your short stories to hit the bookshelves soon.

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