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| Tina |
Johnny has been wooing this babe he met at one of the concerts he had attended. He had exchanged numbers with her and had promised to call her to keep in touch.
He was out with his guys having fun when his eyes caught a nice shape just in front of him. He couldn’t resist the way her ass was swaying and, to cap it all, it was big and rounded the way he loved them. He approached her.
“Hello pretty,” he greeted her with a big smile.
“Hello handsome,” she replied.
“I couldn’t help but notice how your ass is shaking like a flag flapping in the wind.”
“That I will take as a compliment,” she said with a smile.
“So I was wondering if we could get to know each other after this concert. I do want to know what makes you thick.”
“Hmmm, that sounds interesting. I guess I’m available then, whenever you are ready.”
“That is great. My name is Johnny,” he said, extending his hand, but she hugged him and pressed her ass to his groin and swayed to the music, rubbing him until she felt him hard. She then turned with a coy smile and said, “Name is Tina. Take that as a memento.”
Johnny went home after the concert with his guys. He felt happy and couldn’t stop himself from touching his groin where Tina had rubbed him. He swore hard and his friends all looked at him.
“What is biting you, J-boy?” Brian asked him.
“Oh boy, you will never believe what Tina did to me back there,” he said with a grin.
“Tina?” Brian asked questioningly.
“Yeah, the babe I was talking to right beside you.”
“I never noticed, man. I was busy running that babe right there,” Brian said with a laugh.
“Wait,” Johnny’s eyes bulged, “you are saying you were fucking her right there beside me?”
“Yeah, don’t you notice how she bent down while her skirt was raised up? And to cap the hot gist, she wasn’t wearing any panties.”
“Wow!” Johnny exclaimed. “And I was just trying to get only a number from Tina.”
The rest of the guys laughed. “How can you be begging a girl for her number while we were all boning them, eh?”
“I must bone Tina. No time to waste again. I can’t be the odd one out.”
And they laughed at him as they walked home, singing and laughing, enjoying the night and mocking Johnny.
About two days later, Johnny called Tina and she asked him to meet her at her street. He went there in the evening as planned by both of them and waited a few minutes for her to come out. As he waited, he noticed the place was swampy and full of mosquitoes.
Johnny kept slapping himself, trying to crush the mosquitoes, and cursed loudly when his palm came away smeared with blood.
“How can these little bastards be this evil?” he growled, smacking his forehead again. “They’re draining me dry!”
He tilted his head back to check the sky and felt fresh rage boil up. The sun had already dipped low; he’d been standing here way past the time he and Tina had agreed on.
He yanked out his phone, switched on the flashlight, and aimed it at his legs. The beam lit up a swirling cloud of mosquitoes—some fat and glossy with his blood. He hissed and swung at them, managing to kill only three.
He dialed Tina.
“Hey!”
“Johnny, relax,” she said, sounding distracted. “I’ll be there. Just wait a few more minutes—I’m with someone right now.”
He hung up without a word and stared at the screen, wondering if getting eaten alive was worth it just to sleep with her dangerous ass.
While he stood there swatting at every buzz he heard, two kids appeared on the path, giggling.
“That uncle’s waiting for a girl, I bet,” one said.
“No bet,” the other snorted. “He’s here for Tina. Everybody knows this is her spot for visitors.”
Johnny’s ears burned.
The first kid kept talking. “But this place is mosquito central. Look—” He slapped his friend on the back of the head and lifted a bloody hand. “See? Told you.”
“Yeah,” the second kid laughed. “Poor uncle’s been the buffet for hours. He’s feeding the whole swarm today.”
“Hey, you little shits!” Johnny barked, stepping toward them. “Come closer and you’ll regret the day you were born.”
The kids just grinned.
“Nothing you can do, loverboy,” one taunted, smirking. “Tina’s busy with a client right now.”
“Hey!” Johnny shouted, but they were already sprinting off, laughter echoing behind them.
He stood alone again, surrounded by the whining cloud, slapping his neck and cursing under his breath.
As the kids scampered off, Johnny cursed them under his breath. He swore he’d track them down and beat their little asses. Just then, a vicious mosquito landed on his cheek and bit him hard. In reflex, he slapped himself so loud it echoed. He cursed even louder. Somewhere in the darkness, he heard the kids laughing harder. They were probably hiding nearby, mocking him.
He almost turned back home, but the thought of Tina’s fat, juicy ass swaying in front of him kept him rooted. He endured the humiliation—the mosquitoes, the brats, everything.
Two whole hours. Two hours of pure suffering. Mosquitoes attacked him like an army, biting every exposed patch of skin. Some even crawled under his shirt. He hissed, slapped, and killed as many as he could, but they kept coming. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. All this frustration—he’d take it out on Tina tonight.
He was finally about to give up and leave when he spotted her walking toward him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped. “You kept me waiting in this mosquito-infested hell for hours!”
Tina rolled her eyes. “Why you dey complain? I don show na. Or you want make I turn back?”
“I’ve been here almost two hours! You said ‘few minutes’!”
“Abeg, stop whining. I’m here now. Wetin you wan tell me?”
He muttered curses under his breath. Right then, a stubborn mosquito landed on his lip and bit him. He slapped himself again—hard. Blood smeared across his hand.
“Ah! Why you go torture me like this?” he groaned, wiping the blood.
Tina raised an eyebrow. “Who’s torturing you?”
“Forget it,” he said, eyes dropping to the outline of her breasts under her tight top. All the anger melted into hunger. “I want to fuck you right here, right now.”
She glanced around the dark, unfinished building. “Here?”
“Yeah. Problem?”
“No o. Everywhere dark, nobody go see. But the money go dey heavy.”
“Money?” He blinked.
“You think I go open leg free?”
He was too horny, too frustrated, and too tired of the night to argue. “How much?”
“Five hundred dollars.”
His eyes widened. “That’s too much!”
Tina turned around, slapped her own ass, then faced him again and jiggled her breasts. “See wetin you wan chop. I get plenty goods.”
Johnny swallowed hard. “...I fit manage.”
He dug into his pocket, counted out the cash, and handed it over.
“So how we go do am?” he asked, looking around nervously.
“I go bend over that wall,” she said, pointing. “You go enter from behind. Quick quick.”
And that was exactly how it went down.
Johnny grabbed her hips and pounded out every ounce of his anger and mosquito-fueled rage. Tina moaned loud, echoing through the empty building. He was in heaven—until he heard giggling.
He froze mid-thrust.
Two small voices from the shadows:
“Chai, this man fast o! After all the mosquito suffering, he no even reach one minute.”
“WetÃn you know? I time am—e reach almost five minutes!”
“And he just blow five hundred dollars!”
Johnny yanked up his trousers, face burning with shame and fury. “I go find una!” he roared into the darkness. “I swear, I go kill una today!”
A tiny voice shouted back: “First learn how to last on top woman!”
He spun around—Tina was already gone, vanished with his money. He stood there alone, pants half-zipped, slapping at his neck as another mosquito feasted on him.
He swore vengeance on the kids, on Tina, on every mosquito in the whole damn country.
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