LOVECRAFT EROTICA: THE ALMAJIRI BUSINESS.

 'Praise the Almighty.’ The older woman said as she sighed.

The older and younger woman had just returned from the market where they had gone to shop for items, for the forthcoming trip to the US.

Alhaji Musa entered the parlor and looked disappointedly at his young wife of five years ‘welcome back.’ He said respectfully to his mother-in-law and headed to the back of the mansion for a brief meeting with a lanky looking fellow.

‘On Saturday, next week, you and your boys will go to the polls…you know what to do.’ The Alhaji said to Usman, the head of Alhaji’s thugs ‘Yes Alhaji, we will do it perfectly.’ Usman said reassuring his political godfather.

Alhaji Musa was about to return into the mansion when he recalled that he had a gift for his boy ‘I have something for you and the boys in the maids’ room, make sure she doesn’t shout when you are enjoying yourselves, you hear!’ the Alhaji said to Usman, who smiled and nodded his head, thanking the man for the “gift”.

‘Don’t forget the flight is tomorrow, Friday evening, to the US. I hope you have packed all the necessary documents.’ The older woman said to the younger woman, who nodded in the affirmative. When she left Binta sent a message to the maid ‘Where did you drop your key?’…

‘Ma, it’s under the mat.’ The reply read.

‘Ok.’ Binta replied as she got up and headed in the direction of the maids room, with the black pouch that her drug paraphilia.

Many years of continuous questioning of her fertility by her family and her in-laws, had gotten to the twenty-something year old Fulani woman from Katsina State, and to escape the voices of disappointment and mockery, she had been introduced to hard drugs by a scheming friend whose plan to give Alhaji Musa, what her friend couldn’t…failed. The trip to the US was to be the last straw before the camel’s back would break, a modern state of the art IVF treatment that was 100% guaranteed to work according to Dr. Randy, a Nigerian doctor working in the fertility clinic.

Binta was now conversing with her imaginary friends from childhood as the drugs slowly began to take effect.

A new imaginary friend joined the tea party as the drugged woman gisted with her friends on her forthcoming trip to the US.

‘I am Prince Charming.’ The male stranger said, planting a kiss on her lips, Binta blushed ‘I am a married woman, Prince Charming!’ but that was followed by a deeper kiss just like the romantic Bollywood series Binta loved watching.

‘Oh Prince Charming, you are pressing my breasts…’ Binta moaned as the stranger fondled her breasts and twisted her nipples, as she moaned.

‘Oh Prince Charming…’ Binta moaned, when suddenly the stranger began pulling her pants down ‘No, no, let’s just kiss.’ Binta gently pushed his hand away.

‘Okay suck my dick.’ Prince Charming said.

‘Okay.’ Binta replied as she began sucking her imaginary strangers cock.

“…Aboki hurry na!”

‘Prince Charming, my name is not Aboki, my name is Binta and why’re you telling me to hurry?’ Binta asked as she pulled her mouth out of the hard cock.

‘That’s because I want to make you very happy.’ Prince Charming replied unconvincingly.

‘How?’ Binta asked, feeling the wetness in her pussy from her clit being fingered while she sucked on Prince Charming’s cock.

‘Woyo!’ Binta groaned feeling the hard thrust of the stranger’s cock in-between her wet orifice.

‘Is your boyfriend as sweet as me?’ the stranger asked as he thrust deeper into Binta, ‘I can’t lie, you’re…O fuck me Prince Charming…we shouldn’t be doing this, I am married…’ Binta pleaded whilst enjoying the hard cock now buried deep in her pussy.

“Prince Charming” looked pleased on hearing the woman underneath him, was married.

‘Are you scared of getting pregnant, you shouldn’t be, this is all imaginary – you can’t cheat on your husband in an imagination.’ Prince Charming replied continuing his deep, hard thrusts.

‘That’s true, my Prince. Alhaji Musa won’t know because it’s all in my imagination – fuck me harder my Prince Charming.’ Binta said spreading her fair legs wider to give her penetrator more leeway to push further.

“…Alhaji’s wife…!”

‘I will soon cum, Oh my goodness this toto is sweet! If you don’t want to fuck please go, if you like go and report. This toto is sweet. Walahi!’ Prince Charming said even as he groaned.

 Binta having an orgasm asked Prince Charming if he had cum in her, to which he replied in the affirmative ‘my Prince, I wish this was real life but I don’t want to sin…’ Binta said wishing the adulterous act was real.

But then the drugs began to wear out, and she could feel an object fixed inside her vagina, it was about this time that Usman ejaculated inside her and quickly pulled out as the woman began asking who he was.

The lanky thug dashed for the door, his cock still reducing in hardness as it dangled about covered by pussy juice.

Binta got up and as her eyes cleared, she realized that the door was open a bit, tripping over her underwear, she quickly shut it. It was then she realized that something creamy was sliding down her thighs, making her way towards the switch – she put on the light only to see the white creamy semen all over her pussy lips, and some on her inner thigh.

Quickly cleaning up in the maid bathroom, Binta got out in time for the occupants return ‘thanks my dear, I am going to miss you.’ Binta said being uncharacteristically nice with the maid, who looked surprised at the change of tone and behavior after her “Oga madams” drug sniffing paroles.

After prayer, Binta settled down for a meal as she pushed away any thought of what had transpired, moments ago. The question of who did the deed, bothered the young wife, Binta consoled herself with the memories that the endowed penis had created in the depths of her pussy, even in her drugged state.

The operation in the US was a success! The only problem was that it was a lie. When the Nurses took the test three weeks after Binta and her mother arrived – it showed that she had had her egg fertilized by a sperm.

Dr. Randy was astonished and wondered why pay for such an expensive operation when the woman had decided to go the natural way, unless she had had help.

‘Madam the choice is simple, I have to inform your husband that you’re already pregnant or you come in for a private session.’ The Doctor said to the astounded women.

‘Doctor, what does the private session entail – is it something we can pay for?’ Binta’s mother asked, the Doctor smiled ‘it is a matter between a doctor and his patient, when she comes, she will be put through.’

‘I will come for the private session.’ Binta replied.

Binta almost choked on the Doctor’s cock. The man broke his promise and emptied himself, down her throat causing her to throw up in the bin.

Wiping her mouth, the man mentioned his disappointment ‘I was hoping to impregnate you, but I guess another man beat me to it. What a shame – DNA Doctoring will cost you $3,000…it’d had been free if I you slept with me.’ Dr. Randy said.

Nine months later. Binta was back in the same hospital in the US, having her baby. ‘Ah this is not fair, mama’ Alhaji Musa said via the Whatsapp call ‘he took all his mother’s features.’ The man said to everyone’s amusement, and Binta’s relief.

‘Usman! Come.’ A friend said calling out to the leader of the Almajiri thugs, he went over to where he was. ‘That babe dun born…the one that you fucked in Alhaji’s house.’ The friend said to Usman, whose eyes widened, his friend was not amongst the two that came with him and stood guard while he helped himself to the woman he thought was the maid – those two friends had mysteriously disappeared and were found dead, he had thought it was the work of rival gangs and he had never given much thought to it, apart from swearing revenge on his rivals.

Usman immediately ran as a jeep slammed into him, crushing him, his supposed friend walking over to make sure the deed was done.

“Done.” Abdul said to the person on the other side of the line.

“Good. Binta is alone in the room...let me know when you’re done.” Alhaji Musa said

“Thank you Sir.” Abdul replied.

Months later, Binta had left for the US to have her second child. Abdul had been invited for a Sallah feast.

“Kai. Abdul. Did you enjoy yourself?” the Alhaji asked the young man, who looked embarrassed to answer.

“Alhaji but she’s your wi…” Abdul replied

“Are you saying Binta is not sweet…” Alhaji Musa said looking offended

“No Sir, she is. I am sorry Sir, we did it more than that one time…” Abdul confessed.

Alhaji Musa paused for a while “I don’t blame you, if not for my busy schedule, I would be fucking her every day.”

Abdul gave a nervous smile, as he realized that this didn’t make sense, but then again, why was his throat suddenly getting hot.

He couldn’t breathe.

He stretched for the water but the Alhaji drank it instead.

Abdul drew his last breath just as Binta pushed out her second child.

The End.