Oh my god! Right there! Right there! Faster baby! Harder!
Njakiri was amused by the writhing body of the dark skinned woman on his bed as he obediently increased the pace and strength of his pelvic thrusts. He enjoyed fucking expressive women and the voluptuous woman on all fours in front of him was no disappointment. Her loud moans kept his restless mind from wandering. He tugged at her shiny, black hair and was impressed by the large size of her buttocks. He tried to remember her name and he chuckled when he couldnt. He blamed his forgetfulness on how easy these women made it for him.
Njakiri was usually described as a tall, muscular man with dark brown eyes on an innocent face. Depending on the amount of sunlight that fell on his skin, he was either light skinned or brown skinned. He had tough, curly black hair and coarse facial hair encircling well-proportioned lips. He wasnt especially good looking but he had a vitality about him that made people think he was. His most distinct quality was his voice which, according to the woman moaning in front of him, sounded like a sexy grumble.
Oh My gooooooodddddd! she screamed.
Njakiri laughed softly as he watched the womans body jerk in arrhythmic movements on his water bed. He smiled as he likened the sight to the final movements of a dying, decapitated chicken. He moved to choke her to increase her pleasure but he thought better of it. He wasnt in the mood to raise another woman from the dead. It had been two days since he accidentally killed that particular conquest in a sexual bout.
More? he asked in a tone that mimicked a benevolent priest.
Yes please, cooed the woman.
He held her legs and flipped her on her back as she squealed in delight. He raised her legs and placed them over his shoulders as her entered her slowly. As he increased his pace, she grabbed the sheets on the bed to brace herself against his manic thrusts.
Ife Ife… IFE fuuu ccckkk I uuuucck she sputtered.
Njakiri circled his hands around her throat and squeezed hard as he continued thrusting into her. He watched her eyes roll behind her head just as her body was racked by a spasmodic wave. He felt a sharp jolt of pleasure as he spurted into her jerking body and laughed as he watched her body jerk lifelessly for a few seconds before it stopped. He raised her hand and watched it flop lifelessly to the bed when he released it. He roared in laughter as he realized he had killed another woman. He opened her mouth, spat into it and slapped her hard across the face. Her body jerked again and she opened her eyes slowly to look at his smirking face.
What happened? she asked in a drowsy tone.
Dont worry about it, he replied. More? he inquired with a raised eyebrow.
What? No. Im too tired to keep up. Four rounds of intercourse? Im okay.
He grimaced at her. He wondered why she used intercourse instead of fuck when referring to their sexual encounters. He tried to remember what her occupation was and he drew a blank.
Go to sleep, sweetie. I need a drink.
She rolled on her stomach and was soon fast asleep. He eyed her nude figure for a brief moment and he left for his kitchen.
He walked naked into his large, all-black marbled kitchen and he was suddenly hungry. He looked at his freezer in the far corner of the kitchen and decided that hed have a whiskey first. He hoped his cook had kept some cooked meat in the freezer.
As he poured himself his first glass of neat whiskey on his kitchen counter, he thought about his ex-wife Eke. He shrugged and poured himself another glass and he decided that she was probably getting gangbanged by a group of smitten men. Her need for constant validation sickened him. Her step-father had sworn to kill him for divorcing his daughter. Amadioha had never frightened Njakiri. Not especially after Njakiri had tricked him in a game of Ncho and stolen some of his powers of regeneration.
He smiled as he poured another glass for himself while he filled another empty glass and pushed it away from him towards the other end of the counter.
Knocking before entering my home has always been a problem for you, no? he said to his unseen guest.
I wouldnt want to wake up your whore, said his guest as a curvy, dark skinned woman with short, black hair appeared next to him. She was of medium height in a short sky blue gown and red stilettoes. Her face had a snub nose with full lips and large eyes that slanted slightly at the corners. The eyes were those of a voracious reader: restless, intelligent and bright in the tireless quest for knowledge.
Right now, those eyes were staring angrily at him.
After all, she needs all the rest she can get after that savage activity you put her through, she continued coldly.
That isnt what you call it when we do it, sweetie.
In a moment, Im almost done with my drink, he said while quickly ducking to avoid the glass she flung at him. It smashed into bits on the wall behind while she stared at him with a look of rage.
Wow. Your aim seems to have improved. Well done, Uhammiri.
Can you not be a bastard this night and put some clothes on? she scolded.
He leaned back against the counter and started stroking his large penis.
Im sorry could you repeat that? he asked innocently.
Uhammiri made an exasperated sound and walked towards to freezer to find food. She wondered why she was with Njakiri after her uncle forbade her from going near him. Then she smiled to herself when she knew why she was with him. He was still stroking one of the reasons when she started cutting up the meat.
How did it go with the woman at the police station? he asked.
I dont want to talk about work, she retorted.
He chuckled and added: I like my meat with some lettuce and tomatoes. Be a darling and fetch them from the cabinet above you.
Uhammiri stiffened for a brief moment before she reached above and did as she was asked.
As he drank his next glass of whiskey, he admired Uhammiri with the seriousness of an art critic appraising a fine painting. He noticed her very plump buttocks and her slightly bowed legs. He stared at her short hair and smiled to himself. She knew how much he liked her hair long and yet, she had cut it to spite him. She wanted to punish him because he fucked her best friend last week at his birthday party.
She turned to look at him and went back to dicing the tomatoes with a loud huff. He sauntered over to where she was and pressed his erection into her gluteal cleft.
What is it? she asked with a slight inflection in her voice.
Im sorry, sweetie. He said close to her ears while grabbing her left breast. He smiled distractedly when he realized it was his favorite one of the two breasts.
Are you sorry or horny? she asked with a quivering voice. She was dismayed that she was getting turned on in spite of her annoyance at his antics.
Why choose one when we can have both? Okay. Im sorrny. Im very, very sorrny.
Really? she asked softly.
He didnt reply as he placed his lips forcefully on hers and increased the pressure on her left breast. He raised the hem of her gown up her thighs and he felt her body relax as his hand grazed the soft mound between her thighs.
The slap on his cheek surprised him more than it hurt him.
You think you can just push your fat dick against my soft ass and everything would be okay? she threw at him, No way. Now, cut up the lettuce.
Yes maam. But you cant blame me for trying. he echoed in mocking obedience.
Are you mocking me? You play too much. she scolded.
Then she suddenly smiled, pulled down his head and to kissed him gently on the lips.
Im sorry. she said. Lets eat first. Im hungry. Then Ill see what I can do about that monster between your legs.
Youll beg before I put it inside you, he teased.
We shall see.
They talked about her job as a lawyer and he laughed heartily when she told him the story of the woman at the police station. He listened attentively to her stories and he praised her cooking effusively. She pressed him for stories about the interesting patients he encountered while working in his practice. He talked about them very briefly and evasively. He didnt want to ruin her mood by letting it slip that he had fucked the nurse he told her about last week. She told him about how she bullied judges into returning a verdict in her favor. He listened with disbelief as she told him about how she had struck a judge dumb because he was going to pass a verdict against her client.
Dont worry, Ill clear the dishes. Youve been on your best behavior, she said.
He agrees too, he said indicating to his erect penis.
How were you hard all this while?
I play too much.
She smiled licentiously as she walked around the kitchen counter and took his erect penis in her mouth while bending over him.
The little man looked at the naked couple moving furiously against each other by the kitchen counter. He had large bulging eyes and was balding with large ears sticking through the tufts of hair at the side of his head. He had sparse facial hair and smelled like an unwashed fish monger. His only redeeming feature was his long, curved nose which he stroked as often as possible. He wore expensive clothes which looked paradoxically cheap since they were too big for him.
He placed one hand on the glass pane to watch the couple while the other hand was tugging at his penis. He was close to ejaculation when his phone vibrated in his breast pocket. He looked at the caller id and his eyes bulged even further before he hurriedly pressed the answer button.
My lord? he quavered.
You fucking imbecile. I asked you to spy on Njakiri and Ive had no report from you for the past hour, thundered the caller on the other end of the line.
My Lord, Im very sorry I I was going to
Whats he doing now?
Hes fucking another woman, my lord.
Another woman? There are two women?
Yes, my lord. One from the club and the other woman came to visit him. I still dont understand how the other one got into the house.
The man on the other line paused for a beat. Then he said, Get out of there. Youve done enough for today. I dont want Njakiri to know hes being watched.
My lord, I checked his personal information. His name isnt Njakiri. Its Ifeanyichu-
Shut the fuck up, you fucking mortal and get out of there.
Yes, my lord.
The little man stared at the phone angrily before he turned his attention back to couple in the kitchen. He shrugged in a resignation and started masturbating furiously with his eyes closed.
Njakiri leaned against the kitchen counter nursing a glass of whiskey while he watched Uhammiri get dressed.
I have to go. I have another defaulter to visit. Uhammiri said as she pulled up her black gown.
Youre a goddess for fucks sake. You can see her next week if you wanted to. I want you to spend the night here, Njakiri playfully whined. Im not done with you yet.
She eyed him salaciously for a brief moment and shook her head in the negative. She knew that she wouldnt sleep if she spent the night with him. Njakiri was insatiable and she was too drained to keep up with him. He had stolen Amu-Igwes testicles and swallowed them whole to obtain an infinite amount of virility. She knew this because he loved telling her the story whenever he could.
Could you hand me my bra? she asked coyly.
No. Im keeping this one. I like the lace, he replied cheerily.
She loved his jocular attitude. He was never in a bad mood and she never knew how he did it. He was never angry at her no matter how hard she tried to be unreasonable towards him. As she eyed his full lips and his broad chest, she wondered if her refusal to spend the night with him was too hasty.
Then she remembered the other woman sleeping in his bedroom and she shrugged angrily.
What? he asked.
I just remembered that you have a whore in your bedroom. I shouldnt have fucked you, she replied coldly.
You want me share your bed with you and a whore? You play too much.
You know this.
If she hasnt died from all that fucking
Wait. You were watching me fuc-
I never said that.
Njakiri gave her a wide grin. I never knew you were a voyeur. Nice.
She ignored him and started putting on her stilettoes.
I just have to get out of here before I change my mind, she thought.
He poured himself another glass of whiskey and as with all the other glasses, swallowed it in one gulp.
You could make her disappear and take her place. It wouldnt be the first time you made a whore of mine wake up in a forest in the middle of nowhere.
Why would you want me to do that?
Because I play too much, he said as he prodded the soft mound between her thighs with his dick. He felt her legs tremble slightly.
Well, be that as it may, she said as she reluctantly stepped back from his erection, You should realize that I play even more.
She smiled smugly and vanished from the kitchen while Njakiri laughed at her comeback. He poured himself another drink while he thought about his upcoming meeting with his friend Anwulu.
He enjoyed hanging out with Anwulu whenever he found the time to do so. Anwulu was always eager to join him in pulling off his elaborate and often amusing pranks. He remembered how he had persuaded Anwulu to help him steal Amu-Igwes testicles and he laughed out loud in his empty kitchen.
Whats funny? the woman asked him at the kitchen door.
Youre awake. I was laughing at some old memories, he replied.
Im hungry, she said as she pressed her ample breasts to his back. She trailed some light kisses around his neck and stopped shortly as she stared at his dick.
How the fuck did that enter my pussy and Im still alive to talk about it?
Actually, you died. But a playful god gave you a second shot at life.
You play too much. What god? she snorted.
Njakiri sighed heavily as he hoisted her off her feet and carried her towards his bedroom.
These mortals never learn, he thought.
He shook his head at the fact he was going to fuck her again and hed have to bring her back to life when she died from the intense orgasm. He shook his head at the fact that he had been fucking this woman every night for three weeks and he couldnt remember her initials let alone her name.
Youre right. I play too much, he said as she giggled in rapturous delight from the quick kisses he planted all over her body.