Tales By The Brothel

Episode 30

I fkd her pu$$y aggressively for about 20minutes before I ejaculated my load inside her as her pu$$ywall contracted round my d!ck.

The pleasure I felt was out of this world as her pu$$y gripped my d!ck alternately as I ejaculated.

The absence of c0nd0m further accentuated the pleasure coupled with the cool 5million naira patiently waiting for me to complete my deal.

I lay on top of her panting from exhaustion.

“You’re too sweet baby,” she said cuddling me to her bosom.

“You too dear,” I gasped breathlessly.

I slept off some minutes afterwards still lying on top of her.

Around past twelve in the night, I felt a hand gliding languidly over my bumbum and I woke up to discover that she was still wide awake and looking very much h—y.

“I want you baby,” she whispered into my ear.

The words alone sent signals to my sleeping d!ck and it started rising instantly.

Without waiting for my d!ck to rise fully, I plunged into the woman’s wet pu$$y and our second round began.

This time I lasted very much longer for about 45minutes before I poured my load inside her.

After that we both did two more rounds before both of us became totally exhausted and eventually fell asleep.

The next morning she wrote a cheque of 5million naira and handed it to me.

“Thank you so much ma,” I greeted expressing my joy and gratitude.

“Please address me as baby not ma,” she pointed out. “Stop making me feel like I’m 90,” she corrected.

“I’m sorry ma… I mean baby,” I stammered in confusion.

“I’m your baby ok?”

I nodded my head in affirmation and we both went into the bathroom to have our bath during which we had another round of bathroom s€x.

After that we came out and dried our body and dressed up.

“I guess I’m gonna go first,” I told her as she applied makeup.

“Its alright,” she replied. “Thanks for making me feel like a woman,” she added.

“You’re welcome baby,” I replied and left.

I headed straight to the bank to cash the cheque and had the money transferred into my account. Then I drove to the barracks to prepare for the day’s work.

I had barely gotten to the barrack when my phone started ringing and it was the senator’s wife calling.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Please if my husband calls you, tell him that you escorted me to a seminar, tell him that you escorted me to a seminar, you hear, to a seminar, you hear,” the woman panicked throwing me off balance.

“I don’t understand,” I told her right away. “How do you mean?” I asked her.

“My husband’s secretary spotted us at the hotel and reported to my husband that she saw a young man come out of my hotel room so I just want you to help me cover my tracks,” she explained.

“Ok no problem,” I replied. “I will do as you said,” I assured and dropped the call.

Mr. Senator called me immediately after I dropped madam senator’s call and asked me who I was and what I was doing with his wife in a hotel.

How Mr. Senator got my number I couldn’t tell.

“I am Lieutenant colonel Onose,” I told him. “Your wife hired me to escort her to a seminar organised by Nigerian Widows Association at Filban hotel,” I explained. “That’s all sir,” I concluded.

“That’s all?” He asked to confirm whether I was speaking the truth or not.

“That was all sir,” I replied and that ended the case…