My Encounter with Don Jazzy ‘Selfish Dude’

For sometimes now, I have been thinking of exhuming my singing talent. I have been considering waxing an album or at least earning some extra cash in the right way.

The thought of earning some pay as back-up singer, even if I can’t wax an album has been recurring in my brain; that was why I went to one of the best music studio in Lagos, Mavin Entertainment to contact an amazing musician cum prolific music producer, Don Jazzy (not the famous Don Jazzy, but this one is also popular in his area sha).

          “Ah, welcome pretty, lady, make yourself comfortable.” The hunky dude beamed as I entered the studio along Lekki road.

          “Thank you’ I returned.

          “Er… what do I offer you?”

          “A soft drink would do thanks.’ A short while later, I was served a chilled bottle of Fanta lemon; and we’re about to dwell into why I was there when a clean looking guy I was to later know as his manager walked in to tell him thus; Mr. Peruzzi just called”.

          “What did he say?” Don inquired.

          “He said everything is now set. He said he’ll be in Nigeria to clear all travelling requirements with the American Embassy by the second week of next month” the manager mentioned.

          “Wow! That’s great! I sure know God love me. Men I’m gonna rock Yankee real good! He’d boasted.

          “Em, can we talk about my case please?’ I reminded; just as the manager left the studio.

          “Oh there’s nothing to talk about you know. Just play your cards well” he said; to which I nodded in the affirmative

          “You see”, he continued. You’ve got all it takes to thrill an American audience; check out your shapely boobs!” he commenced as he fondled my twosome breasts. Stand up let me assess your statistics.

          I did and he looked me over, went over and properly locked the door. As he did, my mind travelled far and wide. I thought; I’ll never bungle any other opportunity to “Jaapa’ out of Nigeria.

          Then he came over to me, fondled my boobs, caressed my tummy, my arse; then went ahead to lift my mini-skirt up with so much confidence that I couldn’t stop him.

          As he did, my white silky pant showed. He squeezed my sexy backyard, pulling down my pant as he did, me sef come vex. I begin to unzip his fly, he had no pant, nor boxers; and before you could say stop, I’d had his dick in my mouth as he jacks it in and out, in and out.

          He did this for sometimes before he removed it finally and inserted it in my juicy, wet pu*zzy. I bent double over a chair and he glided into my dripping, juicy pot from the back entrance. The guy sabi fuck sha!

His slow, stylish and sexy thrustlings into me went on for almost forty minutes. He continued doing so, fluctuating the tempo from soft low motion to hard painful bangs into my pussy… at a point my bushy surfaces begin hot like bakery oven; even then the thing dey sweet me.

          Some moments later, I felt his white water coursed into me as I felt his turgid manhood grow limp and weak in me. Meanwhile, I wasn’t done with him yet. But as I made to glide my arse back and forth so that ‘Aro’koyo like me’ sef go release, the selfish dude just removed his dick.

          I was furious, angry, annoyed, please borrow me dictionary, but I no fit tell am because make e no for sake of that refuse to take me to Yankee on his playing tour.

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