MY CLIENTS DRIVER

 Years ago, I managed a fashion house in Abuja and among our customers was a lady who was a top bank executive. 

She was one of those client who demanded too much, over complained , but also, spent big. Because of her status, she  wanted everyone to be on her beck and call.

She had a driver called Suleiman who was more or less her assistant. He carried all her items, picked her clothes, delivered her complains , ran her errands... in fact, we saw him more than we saw her.

I  found Suleiman super attractive from the first day I saw him - from the way his very dark skin glowed to how his clothes perfectly fitted his average height and handsomely emphasized his big bubble butt (and gut). He also and a tribal mark one of his cheeks (face) that enhanced his sex appeal in an odd way.

  Call it instinct but there was something very soft in his masculinity and the way he looked at me that gave me the hunch that he was queer and fancied me. Sometimes, his presence made my dick scream without him having to touch me.

I was dying to approach him ( and I guess he was too).. but because he was either in the company of his boss or my boss was around whenever we were together, we could not interact or hold a conversation except stare at each other and have occasional handshakes. 

Finally, it happened that my boss was out of town and Suleiman's boss needed some clothes altered and in the process, decided to change the entire design of some of the dresses. She had also demanded her clothes were done that same day because she intended travelling with them the following day and poor Suleiman had to sit-put until all the clothes were done.

Clearly he was very upset and began to grumble because his usual closing time was 7pm and the time was about some minutes past the hour of 6. He complained that he was hungry and his boss hadn't given him the opportunity to eat all day. 

 Knowing his wait was going to be very long because what his boss had requested for was going to take all night (coupled with the fact that there was only one tailor available to work over time), I felt empathic and volunteered to buy him some snack . Also, as a good manager, I couldn't leave him waiting alone in the shop. 

After I offered him a more comfortable space in my boss's office, we began to talk as he ate and truly, there was just so much to talk about especially how we manage working under women. We had so much in common except that he was already married with a child although his family lived in the village.

In the middle of our discussion, there was power failure and the entire office was plunged into darkness. In the process of standing up,  I lost balance. In an attempt to catch myself, I accidently fell on him and my hand went directly to his crotch. As I apologised while trying to get off him, I felt his hands softly caress mine just as I was taking it off his crotch. It happened so fast that I doubted if he really caressed me.

As I went about trying to sort out the generator so as to restore electricity, he also came with me but stood at the side of the door way.

 Because I was going back and forth through  the door way were he stood, I had to keep passing him. In the process, I intentionally let my hand brush his dick and In the same instant, his hands brushed my arm. 

But because the tailor was also walking to and fro trying to help me restore the light, u had to be careful not to get caught.

The more I passed, the more i grabbed his now stiff cock and he did same to mine. At intervals, i would stop for a brief moment to properly feel his dick, squeeze his big soft ass and steal very deep juicy kisses. 

It felt like a miracle when the tailor told me there wasn't enough fuel for the generator and suggested I give him money to buy some as he was on his way out to get something to eat. Without question, I joyfully gave him money and locked the office door the second he stepped out of it.

Suleiman's arms and lips were already waiting for me as I gave myself up to them. As we kissed, I put my hands inside his trouser and through his briefs to feel his sweaty moist ass hole. GOSH!!! I had to kiss him harder by just feeling my fingers touch his fuck hole. I squeezed his cheeks so well that he winced and moaned to it.

Just as my finger was entering his tight fuck tunnel, he asked me ( while kissing) if I wanted to "enter him" and I told him "yes".

He asked me to bring out my dick and i did. As he fondled my iron hard 8.3 inches and equally thick cock, he told me I was too big. But I assured him i would be gentle and make sure he enjoys it. 

"are you sure?" he asked huskily as he used my precum to rub my cock head expertly with his thumb while equally wetting my shaft. I was forced to grunt because he was driving me mental with his skill.

 As i begged him to allow me fuck him ( because he seemed quite uncomfortable and afraid)  his next question almost shrunk my dick back into my stomach.

"make I enter you first. I no go waste time" he said firmly. Instinctively, I knew that was "the deal" or else, no access for me.

My finger was already inside his hole and God-forbid that my dick won't pierce his sweet bubble butt.

Joggling my brain, I began to look for the right excuse to save my ass from being fucked but my penis was already warning me not to dare tamper with it's meal. It's not like I've never bottomed before...just that I don't enjoy it.

However, it was a small price to pay and for the fact he told me he wouldn't waste time and his dick was slightly below average, I made up my mind.

Grabbing my lube ( which i always carried in my work bag for happenstance such as these), i pulled down my trousers and turned my back to him.

Suleiman was in such a hurry to fuck me. As he hastily inserted his cock into my very tight hole, I felt waves of sharp pain that made me wail in agony and jerk away from him. I was too tight for his dick and thankfully, despite his many attempts, my hole didn't yield. 

He eventually gave up and didn't pressure me any further. We settled for thigh sex and with my back still to him, he penetrated my lubricated thighs and went for it. 

 His stroke game was uneven and weak and just as he said, he didn't "waste time" before he began to gasp as he discharged several bucket load of cum that ran down my mid-thighs.

After he caught his breath, we kissed some more and then, he turned around for me. His ass was lovely in every way imaginable and without missing a heart beat, i buried my face right in-between his sweaty and musk scented ass cheek. I devoured, munched, ate and feasted on his hole until I could feel his hole loosen to the probing of my tongue. He was moaning like he was on heat and to my delight, he bent lower and parted his cheeks so wide apart that i was forced to stand up and rub my precum cock head on his hole and gently use it to oil his walls.

By the time I lubricated my dick and began to enter him, it felt like warm  melting butter. His hole was so soothing for my dick that by the time I began to thrust, I could feel my cum quickly  rising to my dick hole that I was forced to pull out and pause to stop myself from shooting.

When I  calmed down, I  penetrated him again and the way his hole welcomed my pole was fantastic.  I began to fuck him nice and sweet at first before going full throttle by scattering his pussy. 

Suleiman began to moan things  in hausa as he began trying to push me away. But I gripped his waist firmly to stop him from running away as i continued to assault his honey pot with my motar pestle. 

I finally fired a complete 21 gun Salut inside his hole and just when I was feeling the soft sweet sensational wetness of his sperm soaked ass hole , there was a knock on the door. The tailor was back. Immediately, I forced my cock inside my trousers and flew my shirt to cover my erection while Suleiman quickly ran into the my bosses office and closed the door. 

Thankfully, the tailor was busy on the phone and didn't notice the sperm on the floor. After we refueled the generator, he went back to work on the clothes and I went to meet Suleiman in the office.

His pants were still down and he faced his bum to the air conditioner. He asked me to get him some tissue paper and I went to fetch him some.

I volunteered to clean him up myself and as I did, I saw how opened I had fucked his ass hole to become as my sperm oozed out. Instantly, my dick got rock hard. I began to kiss him and with only little saliva, I was able to enter him again.

In all honesty, his hole was much more sweeter this time around. I fucked him like no man's business and thanks to the noise of the faulty air conditioner and the generator,   his moans and our fucking sounds were drowned 

Because I had cum earlier, it took me a long time to release and when I eventually did, the sweetness was like a tsunami.  Even Suleiman came the second time. 

He refused me fucking him again so we just kissed for what felt like unending hours. By the time the dresses were finally ready , it was almost 1am. 

Suleiman dropped the tailor and i at our respective homes and I begged him to come inside for one more round but he refused - he said  his hole was on fire. He promised to visit me  on a Sunday since his boss would be away and I was delighted. 

Keeping to his words, Suleiman showed up o that Sunday and I didn't hesitate to eat his booty and fuck it asunder. 

Sadly, Suleiman and I lost communication over time after he traveled to see his family. At the time, he  was calling me with his wife's phone because his (phone) was damaged. After a while, I no longer heard from him nor saw his boss.

Eventually, I left Nigeria and till date , I still miss Suleiman. 

Written by 

Brown T.