Judas the traitor
…I wouldn’t want to miss red red night for any boring wedding party. Indeed, Vincent had a huge surprise waiting for me. Vincent was at the airport on my arrival. The first thing I spotted was his succulent lips. I didn’t really know why I felt so enthused about him or this visit in particular, maybe it was just all the events
surrounding Nelly’s engagement and wedding. They were so dramatic like in the movies, so unreal, the sad thing being, they were real. Back to his lips, they looked soft and tender like a baby’s. I was tripping already and felt a bit lubricious below. He took my luggage from me and loaded them in the
trunk and returned to give me a tight embrace. Vincent held the door for me to enter the car and he
zoomed off as soon as he was behind the wheel. The
drive to his house was swift and smooth. As soon as we arrived home, he began unloading the luggage while I headed to my room. “Hello,” he called my attention. “This way please.” “I…” I started to say but he cut me off. “Yeah I know, we’re staying in my room this time.”
Vincent room? I tried to speak, but could only gape. No way I was going to stay in Vincent’s room. But how would he take my objection and rejection? Before I could utter another word, he was on his way to his room while I followed reluctantly, dragging my feet behind him. I stood at the entrance of the bedroom not knowing how to enter. The sight of the other day kept flashing through my head. I wanted to retreat to the sitting room when he called me and asked what was keeping me.
I slowly shoved the door and peered through the gap created. I caught a glimpse of a lemon green duve, rolled halfway over a white floral bed sheet. The
pillows were multicoloured, about six of them, arranged on the large family size bed.
I stepped in, holding the door ajar. The room had
become brilliant and cozy. The colours seemed to
have been carefully selected to appease and seduce a lady although in my case, I was already a horny lady waiting to be devoured. The room had changed from what I saw, perhaps I was simply disillusioned. Maybe I had been hallucinating all this while. What the hell was wrong with me? This room looked like heaven, I thought I may never have need for heaven if I’d be made to stay in this room.
the eyes around me. “The last time you came, did you at any point come in
here?” He threw the question I wasn’t expecting and drew a gasp from me. “Uhmm… Come in here? How is that possible? It was always locked.” His unflinching stare never left my eyes as he searched for what I didn’t know. “Why did you ask? Is there any problem?” “No, not at all. You know, you were searching the room like you have been here before.” I laughed. “You sound like you worked on this room in anticipation of today.” He smirked and shook his head, “you’re a genius. But no, the room has always been like this. Just changed a few things to accommodate your taste.” “Then I must say you did a good job.” I smiled and winked at him.
I moved to cover the space between us, wrapped by his hands. He wrestled me to my back on the bed and started kissing me. Certainly, Vincent seemed
starved, evident in his extreme hardness and desire. The way he kissed me felt like he’d been thirsty and stranded in a desert, and eventually ran into an oasis. My mouth was the source of his life, and my tongue was his straw. He sucked my tongue and made me
do same like one blowing a manhood. We tongue
wrestled while he began undoing my clothing. In a matter of few seconds, my bra was exposed and
my skin was met with the coldness from the air
conditioner he had torn my gown impatiently. I arced my back so he could gain easy access to my hook and off he flung my bra across the room. I longed for him inside of me already, I wanted to feel his hardness and ruthlessness against the inner walls of my lubricious thing. I, in turn began to wrestle with his belt. He stood er£ct and helped me peel his trousers down to his
knees, while he freed the Long man from his boxers it was obviously angry judging by the veins. He helped me peel off my pant and tossed it aside, lifting my gown to reveal his heaven on earth. “Oh baby, I can’t wait.” I cried, watching the throbbing
me and I couldn’t believe the Long man hadn’t shrunk one bit. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and turned me over. “Show me that ass baby let me rock your back till you can’t sit again.” I chuckled and pushed my buttocks up an elevated
angle. He exclaimed at that sight and found his way back using his hand to guide long man back in. He bent over and grabbed my b00bs while digging further inside. I didn’t know how I just felt but I was out of my body. At one point, I begged him to stop or I’d die but again,
I thrust my ass backward against his groin area
which made him feel I implied he wasn’t thrusting
hard enough. Vincent was a beast, he went for the kill, thrusting faster and harder while I screamed my breath out. Soon we both rocked and tensed as he came inside me. I could feel the hot fluid spurting against my walls, wrestling with those coming from me and
causing an eruption. He collapsed on me and we both lay there with his
penis right inside me. It felt good. Our heavy panting could be heard from over fifty meters away. “Did you say you have a surprise for me? Could there be anymore surprise?” I managed to ask amidst heavy panting.
Vincent chuckled and kissed my earlobes. “This is just a welcome. Let’s go and shower, this journey is still very far.” And for real, the journey was still far, moreover, the story changed steam…
…Moreover, the story changed steam. Vincent set the heater temperature and filled the bath tub while I went unclad to the kitchen to fetch some
apples, cucvmbers, mangoes, carrots, bananas, groundnuts and
a large bottle of chilled yoghurt. I blended all together and poured the yoghurt into the mixture. I was feeling hungry but couldn’t wait until we finished bathing before eating something, I was scared that with the
way Vincent was going, I might never survive it. Funny right? “You missed a call.” He informed me from the bathroom door.
I placed the concoction on the bed and went to seek
my phone. “It was actually five missed calls from
Nelly. Funny enough, she hasn’t totally gotten over
you.” “You discuss me with Nelly?” He grimaced. “Not really. I just wanted to know what she felt about
your breakup with her.”
“Did she say anything?”
“She refused to say. But she is not over it yet. That
girl is just something else. Thank God I’ve moved on.
She should just be on her own and enjoy her marriage. Vincent came out from the bathroom n@ked and found my concoction on the bed. “What is that?” “It’s what I call concoction. A mixture of apple, cucvmber, banana, carrots, groundnuts and yoghurt.
It’s cool and tastes nice. Look, it’s quite thick and
pasty and creamy.” “That’s smoothie. Hope that doesn’t purge us to death
this night?” “Oh, call it whatever you like but after taking this, you will thank me later.” Vincent smiled and joined me on the bed. I poured out the content into little bowls and insert a spoon each. He liked it, it’s taste was unique with the sour taste and chilled temperature of the yogurt making it spot on. We fed each and ended up playing with the excesses. Soon, we both had our bodies covered in the paste of the smoothie. Vincent carried me into the bathroom and stepped into the lathering tub. He invited me in to sit just in front of him. His tub was large enough for the two bodies to at least move around but not without making contact. We had our legs stretched out against our genitals. I delighted in tossing his pestle with my toes and poking his sack. He smiled, he liked it. We bathed without looking away from each other,
admiring our bodies in any way we could. When it
was time to drain the lathered water so we could rinse, he asked me to unplug the drainage. I did and the water began to drain. Just as the tub was draining it’s last, I heard the clang of metal against ceramics and groped in the lather to know what it was. “What are you looking for?” He asked.
“I heard something.” I said and felt the metal. I
withdrew my hand from the lather and blew air on it to clear it for a better vision at a golden ring with a large diamond stone.
“What is this?” I asked perplexed. My face twitched into horror as many thoughts flashed into my mind in split seconds. Was he seeing someone else? The ring
surely belonged to another woman whom he also
shared the bath tub with. How could I have been a
fool all this time? My face was red with blush. “Who’s
she?” I asked with a stern quaky voice. Vincent chuckled and calmly replied, “it’s you baby…
Will you marry me?”
My jaw dropped as I tried to understand what he was saying as if he had spoken Latin before. “I can’t think of anyone else but you baby. I want us
live together as husband and wife. Please my queen, marry me. Just say yes.” I put both hands on my chest and laughed. I handed him the ring and stretched out my left hand and middle finger. “Put the damn ring on my finger silly boy.” He made a facial expression of mock refute and took the ring from me, we both burst into laughter. He put the ring on me. I admired the ring and hugged it tight. I had a better and more expensive ring than Nelly. I leaned forward and hugged him with my slimy lathered body. That wasn’t going to pass without electric. I kissed him. “Thank you baby. I promise to be your wife and give you my whole body, soul and all. I will be loyal to you forever. We locked gazes for a while before he stretched his hand and put on the shower so it splashed water directly on my face.
We guffawed and he turned me around so I had my back to him. My massive behind was rubbing against his cock in and that didn’t seem funny at all. He washed lather off our bodies and using the hand shower. He showered my b00bs and caressed them at the same time. He ran the splashes all over me
sensually while nibbling at my earlobes and neck,
standing my hair’s with the breath of his nostrils.
“Hmmmm…” I helplessly let out a soft m0an. Vincent lowered the shower to my thighs and crotch, I involuntarily spread my legs and placed them on either sides of the tub squirming and bucking my hips in rhythm to his soft torture. “Oh my, babyyyy…” whispered, wriggling all over
him. I whimpered and kept making tiny buzzing
sounds, dying slowly.
“I’m hungry baby, can you now feed me that thing?”
Vincent whispered over my neck. The sound of his voice behind me sent shivers down me, but the idea of getting a head, melted me. I moved away from him and turned around. I knelt with both knees on both of his flanks. Vincent slid down a bit so his face came level with my crotch. Oh dear, he breathed on my crotch before splashing on it again. “Eat the living dead outta me baby.” Before he could say a word something happened…
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