Monday, August 11, 2008

Agent Straffe Okon -1

I always said I was gonna write a story, so this is my mini series, about a Nigerian Secret will love the me I dont dissappoint.


The Beginning

His name was straffe and he was doing exactly what his name said....straffing. Straffe wasnt your normal average Nigerian. First of all, he was one unique individual, possessing an I.Q of over the normal...secondly, he worked for the CABAL...a Nigerian secret agency..dedicated to dont know exactly.
And third, he liked big big women.
The woman underneath him groaned with passion, wrapping her huge thighs around him as he thrust harder..she began matching him thrust for thrust, and then her screaming orgasm racked the air..followed by his grunt, as he came.
Straffe walked into the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror..the face that stared back at him was gaunt, innocent looking. No one would ever guess about how he he was recruited by the CABAL while in university, after solving some obscure puzzle in the newspapers, then being informed that he was going to be trained for missions serving the Nigerian government....yeah right...
His phone was a secure number.. "Okon!" a deep voice over the line rumbled....straffe winced...why on earth did his name have to sound like that of a porn star....."Sir" he replied. "Somethings come up, report to the office now."
Straffe dressed up...."are you leaving" the woman asked, coming to caress his chest wearing nothing except a towel....straffe had to sternly speak to his member so as not to become erect....he had business to take care off.

Hours later, he sat facing the head of the CABAL Seun Ibrahim, who at that moment was watching porn. " said u wanted to see me"? Straffe wondered what kind of secret agency this was... "Okon, wait, this camera angle is the bomb"...Straffe silently prayed to God, and silently counted to 10.
"Ok straffe this is it. Lots of women have been dissapearing, particular call girls", okon said. Straffe held his breath..."I want you to find out how and why. The last call girl who dissapeared was from the Blue Lion Hotel, start from there."

Straffe walked out of Ibrahims office, and he noticed bose the cleaner...shed always had a big behind, and it was big...straffe went behind and pinched it. "Ahh oga okon, stop am ooo" she said. Straffe winked at her..."make we see now, haba, I get something for u for my office".
He walked to his office, she behind him, as they entered the room, he fell on her, squeazing her 44DD breasts, she immediately began to respond "yeee, oga okon, yeee"..he tore of her wrapper, and felt the wetness between her legs. He inserted his finger, and began massaging her g-spot. "yeee oga okon, u wan kill me"...Okon turned her around, and bent her over the table, so her big ass was pointing in the air..He thrust into her savagely, and began pounding her doggy style....bose began to moan and moan, Luckily, this was a secret agency, and it was soundproof. He flipped bose onto her back and pounded her savagely..."Ahh, ahh, oga okon, yeee, dis your bulala too big, yeeee"....his climax shook his body savagely, as he came inside her hard.
Now, he felt refreshed, and ready to investigate...


The girl groaned..but that was the only sound she could make, her mouth muffled by the cotton wool gag. Across the room, the man watched her silently, his eyes silently monitoring the instruments. The only other sounds were the hum of the machines, and the tubes connected to the womans body..
"Nigerians"..he thought disgustedly, just after the money, especially the women....worse than trash. If only these black savages knew about the secret chemical produced in their bloodstream which made them sexually powerful, and also gave extended life...but they didn't know. With the right amount of money, most of their women would do anything....
This breakthrough was brought about by Dr. Von Guttenberg, and since then, a powerful set of international businessmen was secretly financing his research, businessmen with powerful interests in Nigeria.
He looked at the monitor again....the chemical balance was a little bit off...he turned the knob up a bit higher....the woman across the room began to shriek, before lapsing into silence.
"Shes dead sir"..the lab technician reported, after a hurried survey of the girls body. "Dispose of her body", the man retorted...he would get another one girls were the cheapest...he felt the familiar stirrings in his was going to be a long night...he was being paid for results, and results, he would deliver.

To be Continued


the genius within said...

LOL..nicely written..Okon sounds like nackson cre

Afam Anigbo said...

Dis guyyyyyy....

Omo correct... The thing sound like one James Hadely / Austin Powers cumbo novel

Men, cumtinue, I go dey download am like bleach and naruto.

Anthony Arojojoye said...

Even Stephen King can't whip something like this.

I never knew you could write (especially adult fiction).

Okon ke, if you let Longe catch you. He'll sue you for copyright!!! :D

Afrobabe said...

Wow, love it love…

off to read part two now…

you promised me a laugh and I got wetness instead…

what gives?

Anonymous said...


NICE ONE here bros...

can I have permission to work with your character Agent Straffe Okon? or a variation thereof?