SAMPSON

Some years ago, I got a job in a company and from the day I started, I have been minding my business seriously because I realised there was too much gossips and cliques therefore, all I  did was - do my job, greet anyone who greeted me, went home and repeated the next day.

In my place of work, there is this man ( who this story is about ) called Sampson.

Sampson was a true “Sampson”.

 

He was hot and absolutely  every inch , centimetre and millimetre of him oozed sexy zaddy. From the first day I set my eyes on him, I felt a knot on my stomach that since became everlasting.

  Gosh!!!! He was F.I.N.E !!!!!

 He was muscled, very handsome, smart, dressed top notch, tall, dark,...did I mention he was super fine?

He was a senior staff and every girl at work devoured him with their eyes wherever he went.

 I too , was smitten by his presence however, his "stand-off-ish" attitude and "bitch-resting face" kept everyone ( including myself) at bay. Also, he wore a wedding band on his finger, which was a clear sign of "do not approach". 

So, it happened the choir director of my church was travelling abroad for a scholarship programme  and had invited all the choristers (including myself) for her send-forth party. 

As usual, I was stylishly late and just as I stepped in, all the choristers in attendance including Sophie ( the name of my choir director) got hyper excited as they began shouting my name.

(Yes, I was popular like that.).  

As I was saying hello to everyone, my eyes was busy  scanning the small crowd because there were some new faces around. Just as I was filtering the crowd, I caught sight of what seemed like a god in flesh. A tall well built man whose sex appeal was impossible to miss.  And guess who that was? SAMPSON!!!!. O yes, the same Sampson in my office. "HIM!!!!"

Sophie was clinging to him as if he had the air in her lungs in his custody. As she walked up to me, she pulled him along. After we ( myself and Sophie) greeted with hugs, she turned to Sampson and introduced him as her "boyfriend".

Instantly, my eyes darted to all his ten fingers. There was no wedding ring.... 

"Where was his wedding ring?" I asked myself in utter confusion because, for starters, Sophie wasn't married and had it not been that I know for a fact that she is a spirit filled, no compromising, holy ghost fire breathing dragon from the prayer warrior clan, I would have concluded she was doing "the dirty" with a married man.

As I shook hands with Sampson, he squinted his eyes and said - "I know you from work"

"oooooohhhhhh.... that is true..... you both work in the same company" Sophie cut in before he could finish his sentence as she still clung to him like white on rice.. or should I rather say, a Siamese twin.

"Don't mind him... he's pretending like he doesn't know me. Don't worry...first thing Monday  morning , it is query that will greet you" . His silky smooth baritone voice seeped into my soul as he feigned anger while arcing one of his very dark bushy brow.

I began to laugh and apologise and for the first time, we exchanged pleasantries and talked. Like...…SAMPSON  TALKED TO ME!!!!!!!! 

Now, I was already ready for rapture to happen. 

Never in all  my years would I have thought that the same  Sampson I see at work had a good sense of humour, was jovial and loved to gossip. We talked about work and our colleagues and it was a fun moment.

As we talked, several of my choir members came over to say hello to me and Sampson asked if I was some sort of celebrity ( also judging from the reception I received). 

One of my choir members who over heard him, interjected saying - "Big one o..." .  Before you know it, she started talking about how good I sing. Even Sophie and the rest of the team joined to fuel the hype.

Looking at me intensely for a little moment, he said he would like me to sing for him. I refuse at first but he insisted while emphasizing how serious he was. 

Asking me to wait, he left briefly (I guess to his car)  and came back with a guitar.

"NO way" Sophie exclaimed as she saw him come with it. She started talking about how it wasn't fair that he won't bring or play his guitar for her and all that. As she nagged, he simply told her (quite coldly) "don't start" . But he also explained to her that  he was only doing it because, the hype on me was too much.

As he sat on the couch and positioned  the guitar on his thick thighs; he started strumming.  

"Do you like Luther Vandross or Mariah Carrey?" He asked and immediately, every one shouted.  This was because , every member of my choir knew Luther Vandross and Mariah greatly influenced my singing.( I could smoothly blend a falsetto and tenor to perfection). 

He encouraged me to sing and promised to join me. As he started playing "whenever you call" by Mariah Carrey and I started to sing, he joined me and the whole room went quiet. The harmonising was amazing- I even had goose bumps as I felt the energy between us soar.

We had barely finished when the room roared with screams, applause and whistles as they chanted "more".

I became so shy and didn't want to sing anymore but he urged me to sing "always and forever" by Luther Vandross and once again, we got the same response from our audience. In fact, a more louder one.

Before I left, he requested we exchange numbers and I complied. 

The next day, I saw Solomon at work and as usual, he was stiff. But when we locked eyes, he gave me a quick wink that made me blush. Thankfully, nobody saw him.

I was hoping he would message or call me first but he didn't. And because he didn't, I respected myself. 

But the very next morning, after Sophie shared photos of her at the airport and said farewell in our WhatsApp choir group the previous night, I got a "good morning super star" from Sampson. At first, my mind told me it was too much of a perfect timing but on the other hand, I didn't want to assume he was gay or bi so, I simply replied "good morning". He asked me how was my night and I told him "fine". He wished me a good day and said he looks forward to seeing me at work. 

While at work, he would send me messages asking me if I had-had lunch and compliment  how I looked even when I didn't see him around. This happened on daily basis for quite some time and also, he had this habit of sending me songs every morning and sometimes, songs he composed.  He would ask my opinion on them and often at times, request I reciprocate by sending him my favourite songs - which I did. 

One day in the office kitchen, I was making coffee when he walked in. It wasn't particularly a small kitchen but as he passed behind me, he brushed his dick on my ass as he gently held my waist. "damn!!!....you smell so good" he whispered.  Before standing right beside me to make himself tea.

My whole body was smoking hot as confusion reeked through my mind.

We talked briefly about music after which, he wished me a good day and left. 

Over time, we began spending weekends together a lot. From restaurants, to the beach , to cinemas... 

At this point, I was already falling seriously for him and everyone I narrated the situation to, told me he was in love with me and was giving me "green signals". Because I'm never the type to chase after a man or make the first move, I just remained cordial. Afterall, he was older than me and should be the one making the moves. 

On several occasions, he would just look into my eyes, smile and say "our friendship is too good to be true" or  would just hold my hand and just stay silent. One thing I noticed is that whenever we were together especially when he holds my hand, he would have a massive erection. When I say massive, I mean M.A.S.S.I.V.E.  

Sampson's dick is a monument and impossible to hide.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the courage to touch the penis. I will just look at it with the corner of my eyes and salivate while imagining all manner of ungodly things.

One night when he came over to my house to pass the night and we were cuddling ( which was what we usually do), I began to stroke his arm. He reciprocated by stroking my head ( which is one of my huge turn-on spots). We stroked each other for a sweet moment before our faces turned simultaneously and we kissed. I felt my spirit float out of my body as we patiently explored each others lips and tongue while he held me in his strong powerful loving arms. But as my hands caressed his solid chest and drifted down to his extremely turgid precumming member, he jolted up and asked me to stop. 

He started talking about how he wants to get married , how he doesn't want to mess things up, how he's never felt this way for anyone ( including Sophie) the way he felt for me, how our being "together" wasn't a possibility, how "this is Nigeria", how "this" wasn't Gods will.... He just went on and on.

I quietly listened to him as my heart broke in pieces over and over. 

When he asked if I had anything to say,  I told him since I  was a "hindrance" to his  future, it was best we  stop being friends. To my utter surprise,  Sampson immediately had a melt down. He literally knelt down , held my leg and begged me not to leave him as he sobbed. That night, we both cried non stop.  

I knew Sampson had issues because he was raised in a very extremely religious house hold and was a virgin. Yes; he was scared of sex. He wore a wedding ring to work just to scare women away because they were all over him all the time.

To be honest, Sampson is a very stubborn man and could be very fixated in his religious ways. I loved him with all my heart but expecting anything different from him was simply a recipe for disaster. 

I stuck to my decision and refused to be persuaded no matter how hurt I was. 

 I began avoiding him and this got him extremely jealous.  He began stalking me online and whenever I put up a photo of myself and anybody, he would either call or text to ask if that was his replacement. 

One day, he sent me a photo of a bottle of alcohol to my WhatsApp and told me for the first time in his life, he has decided to taste alcohol. He told me he loved me and doesn't want to loose me. 

"Must we have sex? Cant we just cuddle and do everything except sex?" He asked.

 This  got me very upset because, what we shared wasn't about "sex"... it was more and he knew it. Most of all, everything felt like emotional blackmail. 

Knowing I was upset with his behaviour, he tried to pacify me by requesting I come to his place so that we could have sex and I told him "NO" outrightly. 

Last thing I wanted was another episode of him feeling guilty especially when the alcohol has worn out. It's either we did it with all his senses intact or nothing. My withdrawal caused us to see sparingly and as things would have it, at about that time, he was promoted to head a new branch of our company in another state and he had to leave Lagos. 

Out of sight somewhat became out of mind. Our communication dwindled drastically but we kept in touch from time to time.

Eventually, Sampson got married ( not to Sophie) and even though things between us had gotten cold, I felt a deep sense of loss. He wanted me to be his best man but I couldn't bring myself to it. But I spoke to his wife a couple of times and she seemed cool. (He had introduced me as his mentor and "very dear friend") . 

But things didn't go well for Sampson. He kept going in and out of depression and it was affecting his job and family life. The drinking he started when our friendship fell apart became a habit. His wife on the other hand, wasn't helping matters. She was quite impatient and didn't really "know him". She was the kind who demanded his attention and affection rather harshly and Sampson , being his stubborn self, would get extremely defensive. Also, his mood swings wasn't helping either. When she could not take it any longer, she left him. 

 In less than two years, his marriage had packed up. 

The divorce was very messy because his wife's family weren't easy on him.

All through his predicament, I played therapist. Even when he calls in the middle of the night, I made sure I was there for him.

I was home one Saturday when he called and told me he was on his way to my house.  I thought he was lying because he never told me he was coming even when we had spoken the previous night. 

"I thought you liked surprises" he chuckled.

Feeling like a child expecting a long awaited birthday present, I became recklessly excited as I began  screaming at the top of my lung and running round the house.

Couple of minutes later, he showed up. 

He had added quite a lot of weight over his once muscled body which now made him look nearly  double the size of  his once huge frame.  However, his handsome face was still intact and his eyes still held that warm sparkle just like I remembered. 

We hugged really really tight and could not stop talking. 

He drove us to our favourite road side burka which we use to patronise when the going was good and the lady who ran the business (whom we had an amazing rapport with) was so happy to see us once again. I was shocked when she said she always admired "our love". Perhaps she knew/saw the connection. 

After driving round town reminiscing over places that once held pleasant memories, he took me back home. As he was driving, he opened one of his hands for me to hold just like old times and I did.

Just like before, his oversized dick was swollen and throbbing fiercely.

We got to a traffic and as he let go of my hand , he took his phone and began go type. Instantly, my phone began to beep indicating incoming messages. It was from him. 

In his message, he thanked me for never giving up on him and how he cherishes my love and friendship.

In response, I told him its the least I could do.

His next message was something unexpected. It read 

- "baby, I need you so bad right now. I have never needed or longed for anyone or anything in my life the way I'm longing to make love to you"

I looked at his face but he couldn't  bring  himself to look at  me. I perfectly understood that he didn't know  how  to  be vulnerable and besides, he was facing his fears.  He just starred ahead with a slight frown while his dick was still rock solid  

I would be a liar to deny that I didn't need him too. 

Rather than text a response, For the very first time, I reached out and felt his manhood. As I did, he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. 

"I love you" he whispered as he rested his large hand over mine gently. As I was feeling his member, he reclined his chair a bit, undid his belt and zipper and pulled out his monstrous cock. Because he wore a loose fitted top, he was able to use it to cover my hand. 

"I want to kiss you so bad babe" he gasped as I rubbed his precum all over his super fat cock head. 

Because he was precumming heavily, I was able to moisten a large part of his dick as I stroked it. But he stopped me after a moment and said he wanted to cum inside me. 

When we eventually got home, we kissed forever before I excused myself to "prepare" and as the gentleman he is, he patiently waited.  

When I stepped out of the bathroom looking all fresh and clean, he approached me like a powerful king to his beloved queen and took  all of me in his arms. As we kissed deeply, he lifted like i was paper weight and led me to my bed. 

After taking off the only piece of clothing on my body, he took off his precum stained underwear and laid on top of me. 

Once again we began to devour our lips in the most deepest of passions but this time, with the warmth of our naked flesh pressed on each others. 

One after the other, he worshipped my nipples as if they were twin deities. Biting, sucking and tongue tickling each one lavishly. 

He tongued his way down to my belly button, sucked on it for a heavenly moment before taking my phallus in his warm mouth.

At this point, I'd thought  I'd died and gone to heaven but little did I know he was just getting started. By the time he pulled me to the edge of the bed, knelt on the floor, raised my legs and began eating my ass, I literally saw stars. He was French kissing my ass hole fervently as he kept moaning "o my god" as if he'd just discovered his destiny. 

It got to the point I could not help but pull him up to me as I slid down to position my face over his throbbing, precum seeping , long and heavily thick penis .

His balls, just like the rest of his body was huge and hairy.  Without wasting any second, I buried my face on his dangling sac of hairy man scenting balls and smeared my face all over it. Once I wrapped my mouth around his meat, I tasted the saltiness of his extract and of course,  swallowing it was the only option.  

Hearing him moan and call my name blew my mind to a trillion pieces and ; what else could be done than out do myself? I forced more of his rock hard penis down my throat until I began to choke... tears ran down my eyes, mucous seeped our of my both nostrils and saliva dribled down my chin from my stuffed mouth. I couldn't get enough. 

He rolled me over him and after an intense kissing session , I grabbed my lube, coated us and began to take him. 

Any responsible bottom knows that when it comes to "your man" any sign of weakness or cowardice when taking his dick is not an option... no matter how big. 

Ensuring I "spared not the rod" , I succeeded in squeezing all of his iron stiff massive cock inside my little tight warm deep cunt despite how extremely stretched it was.

By the time I started bouncing and grinding on his wood, all worries and fears of injury flew outside the window.

We kissed as we fucked while looking deep into each others eyes .

It got to the point where Sampson rolled me over and dominated me like a stallion. He pounded my hole like a world champion boxer. Giving me side punches and wicked upper cuts that made me squeal and yelp like slutty girl. 

Without touching myself, I came twice and my dick was still hard as FUCK!!!! I guess it was because his penis was scrubbing my G-spot aggressively. 

I was clinging and grasping desperately to his strong broad shoulders as he rode me mercilessly to the point he began grunting - "open it baby....I'm cumming...open it" very loudly. 

Without taking a second thought, I put my flexibility to play as i grabbed my two feets and spread them wide apart while forming a "V". I  guess my position scattered his brain because once he noticed, he began to shiver and moan like a wounded beast as buckets of sperm splashed and splattered all over my anal canal. But he didn't stop. He kept stabbing my wet sperm soaked hole until his monster dick got flaccid. 

I was forced to reach down and feel my sore wasted cunt and sure do, it was super wet and very-very wide opened like those seriously fucked vaginas you see in porn movies. 

I LOVED IT !!!!!!

we kissed and kissed until we were worn out.

At the moment, the love we once shared has not only rekindled,  but has blossomed and is yielding fruits. However, his mum and family wants him to re-marry and also, his ex wife wants a second chance (her family is also involved). But the twist now is, both parties are counting on me to convince him on their behalf since I'm the closest person to him.

But how can i? Especially now when I'm happy and everyone is telling me how fresh I'm looking (all thanks to Sampsons love, huge dick and thick creamy multivitamin sperm).

 

Written by

B. CHUKS