WHORE Of BABYLON (Episode 3)

“Oh yes, baby! Suck my prick o! Suck am! Suck am!”

I look up from Ferdinand’s dick at him with total disgust. That’s the bad thing about this ashawo work; you get to meet all sorts.

His eyes are closed in abject bliss, and his hands are on my head, pushing my face down to his crotch as he moves his hips around, while savouring the ministrations of my blow job. I shake his hands off my head and tap him on his belly to get his attention.

He opens his eyes, surprise nudging his brows down. “My baby, what is it na?”

“Stop talking please.”

“Beht why? The thing is sweeting me –”

“Just stop talking, or else I’ll stop.”

His 7-inch dick instantly begins to go flaccid at my threat. His hastily nods his acquiescence.

“Okay, baby.”

Of course, I cannot be this kind of boss bitch with every client of mine. There are some who this attitude of mine would shrink reasonably the ‘token’ they are supposed to give you at the end of the session.

But this one is a pant. I have him in my palms.

Ten minutes later, he has me on my fours. I love to be taken from behind, as that means I don’t have to face these men as they savage my pussy. Sometimes, I just want to relax my face from the porn star expression they expect me to have during sex. Sometimes, I just want to wear my ‘get it over with already’ look as they hump and grunt behind me.

“Oh yes, fuck me, daddy! Fuck me hard!” I begin moaning by rote.

We had been going at it for over twenty minutes before he begins to quake like he suddenly has convulsion.

“Baby, I want to pour! I want to pour!” he pants.

I quickly push him out, remove the rubber from his dick and position my face underneath his pulsating erection.

A good facial gets me any day.

When he is done cumming, he proceeds to the bathroom to clean up, apparently forgetting I have a dick that needs release too.

Selfish prick!

I roll my eyes and sit up on the bed, willing my erection to weaken so I can get ready to leave the hotel room with my money and prestige.

Ferdinand soon steps out of the bathroom, his body dewy with toweled moistness, and comes to where I am seated, cross-legged on the bed. He pushes me down and slides in between my legs. Surprised, I remain still, curious to know what he plans to do.

He takes my dick in his hands, fondles my balls a bit, and then, in one swift move, the whole shaft goes down his throat.

An involuntary gasp escapes my lips as I shut my eyes and arch my back to revel in the deliciousness of his fellatio. I jerk my hips up and down, meeting the bobbing of his head as he continues to suck my dick. Something about the ferociousness of his blow job gets me feeling a niggling of curiosity, and I sit up. I stretch my hands toward his derriere, which is arched high in the air. I slide the middle finger of my right hand into the crevice of his ass in search of his hole.

Some men beg me to finger them during a blow job session, but this one didn’t. I wanted to and I did not know why. Maybe it was the way he is greedily sucking at my dick, or perhaps because he really knows how to arch that butt up. It is all up in the air.

I find his rose-bud and I insert my finger into it. A moan escapes his lips immediately, gurgling through his mouth that is still sucking my dick.

Oshey, girlfriend!

This one is a dick gobbler, I muse to myself.

Before I can deliberate further on that, he pushes me back to the bed, lifting my posterior to the air. And then, he flicks his tongue over my hole. I jerk a bit, the sensation of his warm moistness firing up my nerve endings in an entirely different way from when he was sucking me. He parts my ass cheeks further and promptly dives in, eating my hole with such relish that I am soon gasping for him to fuck me again.

He gets up from the bed, not to fetch a condom. No. He goes to his bag and picks out a black dildo that looks to be 9″ in length and 2″ in girth. And then with a slight smile, he comes back to me on the bed.

I do not think my hole will ever go back to its normal size as he fucks the bejesus out of me with the dildo. He simultaneously fucks my hole and wanks my dick. The sensations coursing through my body from the double ministration are just too much, exploding all over my body and driving me faster and faster to the edge. As I near the peak, I begin to gasp my arrival.

“Oh my god… Oh God, I’m cumming…!”

He bends over and takes my dick in his mouth and sucks me the rest of the way to an explosive orgasm. I am shaking like we have just finished a deliverance session as he sits up from me to spit my cum out into a piece of clothing.

If this wasn’t business for me, I’d have told him to go without paying. The man can fuck biko!

***

When I am suitably recovered from my climax, I get up from the bed and go into the bathroom to take my bath. The moment the warm shower hits my skin, I decide to indulge myself. And so for several moments, I stand there under the warm spray, soaking and relishing the feeling of a good shower after a great orgasm.

As I turn off the shower, I begin to hear the squeaky sound of the bed and stifled moans coming from the bedroom. My brows furrowing with bewilderment, I step out to see a husky dark man, unfamiliar to me and who looked to be in his thirties, banging away at Ferdinand’s ass.

I stand there, gaping at them.

The bitch had his hairy legs spread in the air and his hands around the husky man’s neck, grasping him tight to his body while fighting back the moans that come with every savage thrust from the man. I stand there, not knowing how to feel, whether insulted that Ferdinand would have someone else in bed with him so soon after our session, annoyance at him for having the sexy stranger all to himself without even the courtesy of asking me to join, incredulity at the fact that he is such an expert dick-taker, or exasperation that I will have to stay here and watch them seeing as he hasn’t paid me for my services.

They go at it for about twenty minutes, while I watch, observing how determinedly oblivious they are of my presence. It is quite entertaining, watching my first live porn.

When they are done, the man pulls out and turns to face me. I arch my brow at him, wondering if he is just noticing my presence in the room. He doesn’t say a word to me, getting dressed in record time instead and exiting the room. And Ferdinand, for the second time in so long, goes in to shower.

“Hmm, I didn’t know you love to get fucked in the ass,” I say to him as soon as he gets back into the bedroom.

“Yes na, I like it. That time you put your finger and remove it fast-fast, I know I cannot tell you to fuck me. That is why I call that man. He is a worker in this hotel.”

Hian! It’s good you didn’t tell me to fuck you! What kind of rough play would that have been?

“Okay,” came my uninterested reply. “I should be on my way now. The money you promised.” I gesture at him with a pout.

“It is late na.” He glanced at the wall clock. “Stay this night and tomorrow, early mor-mor, you will go.”

I shook my head. It is not today that my mummy will kill me.

“My house is not far from here. Don’t worry.”

“Ok o.”

Soon, he is handing me 30 grand in cash with a promise that he’ll pay the remaining twenty into my account the next day. Already dressed, I blow him a kiss and leave the room.

On my way out of the hotel, I meet his husky lover in the stairwell. He really has an impressive stature, built like a bouncer. He looks at me. I look at him. Then I make to walk past him. He grabs at my hand, and pulls me back, not forcefully, but the authority was evident.

“Hey!” I bark, slapping at his hand. “Don’t touch me like that. Do you know who I am?”

“Yes, I do,” he answers, his voice a dry baritone. “Akwuna ndi Enugu, that’s who you are.”

The insult hits me with scorching intensity, not really because of the words, but because of his effrontery. I rear back from him and open my mouth to eviscerate him with a rejoinder. Then I shut my mouth. After all, I am a whore. I know that. I’m proud of it. I stare daggers at him. He stares back. And unbelievably, I feel a little stirring in my pants. My head is suddenly screaming, “Fuck me!”

But I remain cool outwardly, icily saying instead, “Will you unhand me this minute?”

As if on cue, my phone rings. He lets go of my hand and winks at me before walking away. I know there and then that I will be seeing more of him.

I pick out my phone and check the Caller ID.

Mum C.

I swallow hard. Staying out late is a no-no for that woman. Sizi, you have a lot of explaining to do.

I answer the call. “Hello, mu –”

“Where are you?” she cuts through my words, her voice deceptively cool, deceptive because her voice is usually screechy, especially when she’s upset.

“I’m on my way back from a friend’s place at Uwani. I’ll be home soon.”

There is brief silence, as if she is calculating her next words. “You had better come home fast, Ikem.”

My native name! Ewo! This is not good!

“What happened? I hope Udo hasn’t removed someone’s teeth again?” I say in false banter.

Even through the phone, I can feel the tenseness from the other end.

“Do you know anyone called Sage?” she says.

And for the first time in my life, I am scared.

Written by Delle