MY MORNING LOVER

 I met Mr Raphael about 2 years ago during my cousins birthday party. My cousin is a socialite so the party was filled with the "big boys and girls" of Lagos state.

While I was busy attending to her guests, she called my attention ( together with few other volunteers) to come over to the gate and pick some boxes of champagne. On getting there, a BMW was waiting with its trunk opened and filled with boxes of champagne. Beside the car was a man who was busy on his phone.

I had assumed he was one of those men who was desperate to get my cousin's attention by showering her with gifts; but when I overheard her beg him to stay for her party, I began to wonder who he was because, knowing my cousin and the calibre of men she deals with, he didn't come close to warrant her pleading. 

However, he seemed to accept her plea and decided to stay. Just as I was about taking the last box inside, she asked me to see to it that he was comfortable and taken care of before quickly disappearing into the party . As I walked into the hall, he followed behind and then, told me where he would be sitting. Mindlessly, my eyes followed where he was pointing and I went ahead to drop the crate I was carrying. 

Any one who has worked as a steward or host at a party would know the kind of chaos that goes on behind the scene especially when there are entitled greedy women handling food and drinks . By the time I was able to get some drinks and food for the guest, a little time had passed and being the forgetful person I am ( coupled with the fact that there was a million and one things going on through my mind), I wasn't sure I remembered what he looked like anymore... besides, I didn't see his face while we were outside because it was night. 

As I scanned the area where I was sure he had pointed to me earlier, a middle aged man waved at me and I knew he was the one. Getting closer, I realised how ruggedly handsome and hot he was and  though he was neatly dressed, he struck me as someone who lived a dangerous life in his youth. I could also make out his thick muscled physique under his native wear.

He was upset I had taken quite a time..... Gawd!!!!, his richly deep baritone was super sexy as he spoke. I apologised and explained the reason for the delay and just like that, his anger vanished. 

 As I began placing the items I has gotten for him on the table, my eyes caught the massive bulge on his crotch and immediately, my mouth went dry. (I am sure I had paused for a split second out of shock). As I struggled to concentrate on what I was doing, he asked what perfume I was wearing and I told him. He told me I smelt nice and thanked me for serving him.

His compliment, (coupled with his hotness and sexy voice)  made me weak on my knees and because I was so shy, I began fidgeting and smiling like a sheep.  I was afraid he was going to notice my behaviour, put two and two together and know I was gay- so, I quickly appreciated his compliment and with a courteous nod, I hurried off.

  As I went on with my business,  I could not stop myself from looking at his direction no matter how hard I tried not to - and every time I looked at him, he was also looking at me.

Eventually, the party ended and it was time to leave.  As I went to let my cousin know I was leaving, I saw her with a group of people ( the ruggedly handsome man was among them) laughing and talking . As she saw me, she hugged me very tight and introduced me  to her guests as her favourite cousin. She went on to sell me  by showing them my hand crafted jewellery ( ear rings and bangles) she wore and also mentioned my unemployment ( guess it was an attempt for a possible job opportunity) .  

"what did you study?" A familiar baritone voice asked and after I had told him, he gave me his number and advised I call him so that we can discussed further.

Some of the guests were contemplating going clubbing that night and before I knew it, my cousin started talking about how much of a good dancer I was. She must have over hyped Mr because, they insisted I come along ...especially Mr. sexy. He would not take "NO" for an answer; in fact, he volunteered to drive me himself to the club and back home when I gave the excuse of the far distance  between my house and the club.

Eventually, I was persuaded and we were on our way to the club in a convoy. While we drove, he asked if I smoked weed and when I said yes, he gave me a fist bump, brought out a some ritzler and weed from his pigeonhole and asked me to help myself  because he had an already rolled up blunt for himself. I rolled up two blunt ( one for him) and we began to smoke and talk. I got to know he ran several businesses ( though he didn't specify "what") and had known my cousin from UNI. 

By the time we got to the club, I was high as a kite and it didn't help that he ordered us several shots of VODKA from the bar. Usually, I am a shy and laid back but when I'm high, I am a totally different person.

 

I had already drawn attention to myself earlier on because, while I was dancing, several guys and girls attempted to compete with me and I floored them all . But there was this particular lady who wanted to prove to me that she was Beyoncé and refused to back down.  

It was until when  "soco" by starboy started playing and that was when the Egyptian whore in me arose and what was a casual dance competition became a twerking contest. 

 One thing with me is that I have a big juicy bubble butt and know how to whine and twerk it DAMN GOOD!!! and because I am masculine and work out, when I whine/ twerk, my flexibility is nowhere close to feminine- Instead, I give off a very thug-stripper vibe. 

At first, the girl was just gyrating and showing herself while I just watched her. When she thought she had won, I simply pulled down/ sagged my jeans to reveal my phat cakes which was covered in my immaculate white briefs, raised my shirt, turned around and went to work. 

Once I started wriggling and clapping my ass cheeks one after the other while simultaneously whining my waist very slowly, everyone screamed and Mr hottie who has been watching all along, literally dove into me and in one sweep, lifted me off the floor in excitement. He was screaming the loudest.

Now feeling defeated, the lady could no longer continue and she had no choice than to "BOW DOWN BITCH!!!". 

I wanted to stop dancing but everybody including Mr sexy refused. They insisted I twerk and whine some more- and the DJ wasn't helping matters because he suddenly switched to makossa. I had no choice but to do what I did best which was to entertain and the crowd went wild with excitement. 

As Mr Sexy drove me home after the night was spent, he began asking where I learned to dance, how my ass was capable of even seducing guys and how nobody ( including himself) would've guessed that I could dance in such a manner . From the way he was talking, I could swear he was heading towards bringing homosexuality into the picture and just like I suspected, he said jocularly - "you sure say prick never enter your nyash before?...because as I dey look you, you go be confirm bad guy wey go dey collect big penis codedly"

One thing I've learned from life is that some people can be friendly to you with the aim of extracting information so as to confirm their suspicion ( about you) and use it against you. So, instead of me to deny or confirm, I just laughed and pretended like I didn’t know what he was insinuating.

When we finally got to my destination, he got down to pee by the corner of the fence and even though I desperately wanted to peep at his dick, I respected myself and kept my distance.

 To my surprise, after urinating, instead of him to wriggle his cock in the same direction he was facing, Raphael ( his name) turned, faced me and began to shake off the urine from his cock which even in a flaccid state, was very fat and long. 

 "What da hell this?" I exclaimed  in genuine surprise as I wondered if my eyes were seeing correctly. 

He laughed and said - "Na this type you dey like ba? ... the one wey go make you feel am wella". 

Instantly, my dick got rock hard but because I was not sure what he was up to, I laughed it off once again and brought up the topic of my job search ( which we had briefly discussed on our way to my place). He told me he would send me his email via whatsapp so I could forward my CV to him. We said goodbye and  parted ways. Also, to add, as we  were approaching my destination, he told me plies the same route ( where my house is located) to work every morning.

The next day, myself and Raphael chatted back and forth (mainly about my CV and business prospects)  and he sounded like a completely different person. All the humour and flirtatious vibe he gave previously seemed to disappear. However, I didn't  care much, afterall, it's not like we were mates or friends. 

Raphael gave me contacts of some companies and people he knew that could help me secure a job (which I followed up) but unfortunately, non of them worked out. 

But despite the negative outcome, Raphael kept a very positive outlook on everything and didn't stop trying. He kept encouraging me and would credit my account regularly- on grounds that I give account on how I spent the money ( he was bent on teaching me money management).  

We started hanging out regularly and through him, I got some  clients who purchased my hand crafted jewellery as well as grow the quality of the business ( with the money he gave me).

 I knew Raphael was a family man but because he never spoke about his personal life, I took the initiative to mind my business and not ask questions. I also came to realise a lot of women were on his case because his phone kept ringing off the hook and as usual, he would ignore them. In my mind, I could swear that stuff he had in-between his legs was the supreme magnet. 

About a year (If not more) into our now bonded friendship, Raphael called me one night and as usual, we were talking about how our day went, what progress we had made as well as what and where we needed improvements when he asked - "so what do you have for me?"

I was confused  because on several occasions, I have gotten him gifts to show my appreciation for everything he'd done for me. 

"you don't want to give me food" he continued. 

Now, I was more confused than ever because, In all honesty, I could not count how many times he had come to my house to eat or asked me to prepare soup for him under short notice even at my inconvenience . I thought he was joking at first but when I sensed the coldness in his voice, I pleaded with him to tell me what he meant but he would not say. To my surprise, he hung up on me.

I tried calling him back several times but he wouldn't take my calls. Even when I dropped several voice and text messages, I got no response. I began to cry and I guess because he knew I am very emotional and was likely crying at the time, he called me. 

"don't tell me you are crying....this man" He jounced, sounding very much like his usual self.  

When I told him I didn't like what he was doing to me, his next statement threw me off balance when he said - " why would I not be angry when you don't want to give me that thing you were shaking anyhow in the club back then?" 

My heart did a triple summersault. 

I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was very nervous and uncomfortable because, he started stuttering and telling me how he wasn't gay , how he was only into women but has "a weakness for big asses" etc.

In an attempt to make him and everything else feel less awkward, I joked about how he would run and wouldn't be able to handle me if I gave him my bootty. It seemed that worked like a charm because he laughed and said he doesn't get tired when it came to sex. 

He said left for him, he can fuck every  single day and asked if I could withstand getting pounded by a big dick on daily basis.

 I laughed and told him I usually get very horny in the mornings whenever I get my usual morning erections and wouldn't mind getting banged to calm my hormones. 

He got excited by my response and  casually said since he passes my route every morning on his way to work, he can be stopping by so that we can both  " help each other" start our day.

I really didn't take him seriously until he showed up- all dressed professional and sharp. 

"what do you have for me?" he asked as he began taking off his tie and cufflinks.

Already feeling horny, I let my Japanese silk robe drop to the floor as I made my way to the bed.  As. I laid down,  i spread my legs wide opened and  began playing with my hole and stroking my large nipples while seductively looking at him as he undressed. 

"fuck!!!" he gasped as he lustfully eyed my big fat bum-bum. 

He had already taken off his shirt and vest revealing his very broad hairy muscled chest  and was about undoing his belt buckle when stopped midway and rushed to my ass hole like a starving monster. Squatting, he brought his face right down to my very large soft butt cheeks, parted them and began to eat my ass hole. He was really hungry.

As if not having enough ass to eat, he held my waist, lifted it high and pulled me  further into his opened  mouth. I called his name and praised him for his expert skills as I pushed his head down .

With a response of "I haven't started with you", he gently dropped me, stood upright and began to take off his trouser, shoes and socks. Raphael was such a tidy man. I watched him with admiration as he neatly kept his trouser on the chair where his shirt had been carefully placed.

"come here" he ordered in a whisper as he stood like a god with the huge bulge his massive cock ( which was bent downwards in his grey briefs) throbbed repeatedly. I didn't need him to tell me what needed to be done as I went straight for his briefs. As I pulled it down, his monster cock sprung out with youthful agility. DAMN!!!!!! HE REALLY HAD A BIG ONE!!!!!

Completely mesmerised by the beauty of his cock, I couldn't help but stare and observe every single detail of it....  from the way a very thick vein (as well as many network of veins ) ran all over and through the middle of his shaft, how very thick and turgid his penis was, how his balls hanged handsomely and how well shaped his cock head was.

"you love it right?" he whispered proudly and without saying a word, I wet my lips, kissed the hole of his cock, the sides and the thick veins before opening  my mouth wide to consume his divine inches down into the comforting warmth of my throat.

"ahhhhhhhhhh" he moaned softly as I pushed my throat further down his monster shaft. When I began to suffocate, I backed up, sucked his fat dick knob sweetly before going back all the way down to his trimmed bush. 

"ooohhh fuck" he gasped as I had all of his man meat stuck in my throat. After several deep throating service, he grunted - "show me that big sexy ass again". Releasing his giant stiff penis from the custody of my mouth, I turned around and began to clap my voluptuous ass cheeks as he spanked them one after the other.

He slapped my ass with his dick and after he'd used it to rub my hole, he descended on them with his mouth once again. As he worshipped  my pucker-hole, he urged me to twerk and as I started clapping and wriggling my ass on his face,  boy-o-boy, did he love it like MAD!!!!. He kept grunting and making strange animal sounds as he slapped, squeezed  and grabbed my ass cheeks so hard as he dug his tongue deeper into my fuck hole.

Grabbing my lube after he had spent quality time on my man-cunt, we both smeared the content on our vessels and then, arching my waist with my chest to the bed, I buried my face in my pillow as he began to penetrate my love hole with his loaded riffle. 

It was not easy but with deep breaths and masturbation, I was able to endure the invasion. When all his cock was immersed deep inside my man-fuck-hole finally, his weight came down on my naked back and that was when our bodies made the first contact. The warmth of our naked flesh felt magical and I knew  he felt it too because he moaned "wow"  into my ears. His thrusts at first was deep, passionate and slow and  gradually, he started picking the pace. By the time he went commando and began stabbing and smashing my pussy,  it was already opened and dripping ass juice. 

I had to scream in joyful agony into my pillow as he tore my insides-out with mortar pestle sized cock . He had the stamina of a god and ensured I felt every inch of his manhood. 

We collapsed side ways as he kept fucking me deeper and hotter. As I twisted my body to look at his adorable ruggedly handsome face, he planted the biggest kiss ever on my mouth and we got stuck; lips and tongues colliding and embracing in the most magical dance ever while his pole stabbed my hole.

After what felt like forever, he began to announce he was Cumming and asked if I wanted his juice deep inside me. Of course I said yes... after all, why wouldn't I want to have his babies?

In no time, his cock began to pulsate as he flooded my intestines with his DNA as growled deeply . I had already started wanking and needed a little more time to cum so, I asked him to keep thrusting his cock into my sperm soaked hole and suck my nipples simultaneously which he did expertly. 

Raphael is a renowned nipple sucker. You just needed  to see how he handled my nipples like he was the one who wrote the manual on how to suck nipple. 

In less than 2 minutes into his wonderful performance, I was already speaking Latin and trembling as I shot my spunk on my bed sheet.  

In the spasm of my ejaculation, I clenched my fat ass cheek  so tight that it clamped down on his dick and he let out a soft moan. Before I knew what was happening, he started furiously fucking me like he's gone crazy and the pain was unbearable (because I'd cum already). I ran away from the bed and we both laughed. 

After we've recovered, I gave him a damp towel which he used to clean up and after he'd dressed up, he kissed me goodbye and left for work.

Few hours later, he texted asking if I was okay and I said yes. He asked what my plans for the day were and after briefing him, he told me to let him know if I needed anything before hanging up. 

Raphael called me that night after his close from work to inform me he had a meeting and will likely finish very late. However, he reminded me he will be stopping by my house the next morning on his way to work and that was all the information I needed.

The following morning, he showed up and rimmed, fucked, squeezed, grabbed and bastardized my pussy mercilessly before quenching the fire burning in my cunt with his thick creamy junk. 

This went on every single morning except on days when either of us were out of town.

Everything was lovely until Just last two weeks when I got a text message from an unknown number warning me to stay away from Nduka ( his igbo name) and repent from my shameful sinful ways if I don't want trouble.

 I suspected the message was from his wife and didn't reply. Luckily, he came to see me after work to eat and rest before heading home (another of his usual routine of his), and that was when I  showed him the message. 

To my surprise, he seemed indifferent and less bothered.  However, noticing I was abrehensive, he assured me that she wouldn't dare try anything.  

For the first time in the years of our being together, Raphael opened up to me about his marriage and personal life. 

His philandering lifestyle has been a big problem in his marriage and according to him, he didn't marry for love because he met his wife as a "street girl" ( his exact word). He said she had put "her pregnancy" on him and because he had certain obligations ( including wanting to have children) to meet up , he went ahead to get married.

He said his wife knows that being committed or faithful was not in his dictionary and he had told her several times  without number to  "free him" or better still, "find her way" however, she has been adamant and has chosen to "stay and fight for her marriage".

Also, like I suspected, I wasn't the only guy he's been with. He confessed to having had gay sex as a teenager in secondary school a couple of times with his school father (who was bottom) and according to him, the "feeling" died off when he left secondary school until he met me.

 He told me he has also been with other guys since we started being intimate but has completely lost interest and stopped hooking up when he realized he didn't feel anything for any guy except me. 

He said he just couldn't bring himself  kiss or eat their ass like he does with me and that  sometimes, his dick won't even get hard or he  would simply just  loose interest in the middle of everything. 

Also, he claimed that since he met me, he doesn't have time for his many other girl friends and they  have been complaining over his  withdrawal and complete lack of interest. I know this to be true because, I've  over heard several conversations he'd had with these girls over the phone (that is if he picks their calls)  and it amazes me how obsessed and truly thirsty they are with him. 

He said he likes me because I don't police him or give him headache like women and also, because I love sex like he does.

All the while he spoke, I  didn't say a word.  I just listened to him talk.  He told me he cared about me alot and assured me that absolutely nothing will happen to me. 

  

I've not received any messages from his wife since then and even though I'm worried , Raphael insists I have nothing to worry about.  He still stops by my house every morning on his way to work for a good fuck and no, I'm not complaining. 

Written by 

Edd. O.