Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Straffe Okon-3

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

Straffe sat across the table from Mr Ibrahim, in the secret headquarters of the CABAL. For once, Ibrahim had stopped watching porn, and both of them were intently watching the security camera tape from the Blue Lion hotel. Straffe watched the chinaman speaking to a pretty girl at the party and whisper in her ear...she giggled and they both left. "So its obvious that the chinaman does pick up women, but what does he do with them?" straffe asked. Straffes member stirred, and he had to speak to it, to cool down. "So, we know where he stays?" straffe inquired... Ibrahim answered "Well, somewhere in Lekki, but we need to crosscheck. One of our guys is disguised as an okada rider and he is going to acquire all the details you need". Straffes member began to grumble....the tent in his trousers the result of the grumbling....straffe sighed....

.....Her name was Li Chang, and she was like 6'2 in height, and big. Big in every ramification. Her insatiable sexual appetite, and her natural ferocity and skill in the martial arts made her the prime candidate for head of the chinamans security. Right now, she was busy. Quite busy. Extremely Busy in fact. She looked up at the man between her huge thighs, humping away like there was no tomorrow. She was disappointed...he was supposed to be from some tribe in Nigeria called the calabar and who had the reputation for being beasts in bed....all she got was this mans endless pumping. And to think he actually bragged about how good he was....Li decided to teach him a lesson. She flexed her pussy muscles around his dick making the man groan in delight...then she began flexing in a rhythm, the man began matching her thrust for thrust...then Li employed her taoist training...combining her inner yin and yang energies and sending the stream towards her pussy...the surge of energy made the man begin to shout...then Li began moving her vagina muscles ..starting the counter movement which had unmanned many men before him, moving her large hips against his...the look on the mans face changed to bewilderment, as he struggled to keep rhythm with her, but could not..slowly he felt his control slip away, as her thrusting pussy muscles pushed his member out of her, while he came at the same time. The man looked away, embarrassed, not knowing what to say. Li looked at her watch....3 mins...what a loser.....She'd yet to meet a man who could have lasted above 5 minutes, after facing her technique....never mind...now she could kill this weak fool.....


In a hidden lab, somewhere, a naked old Caucasian man eyed the incubator suspiciously. A potential investor in Nigeria, he was also about to test the prototype for Dr Guttenbergs research, the extraction of the chemicals purported to give black men, particularly Nigerians, their drive, their sexual power, and their boldness. "Don't worry sir, it's quite safe..." the chinaman said. The old man stepped into the incubator, and a technician took a few vials of a clear dark fluid, and put them in side containers in the incubator. At a nod from the chinaman, he pushed a red button on the console. The old man shouted, as the needles pierced his skin, and as the chemical worked its way round his body, then the shouts faded away...the technician watched as the door of the incubator opened, and the (former) old man stepped out...the wrinkles were all gone...he felt alive vibrant, and young, and he felt a stirring in his loins that he had not felt in 50 years, even with all the viagra treatments...he looked down to see his member, hard, long, and pulsating...and for the first time in years, he threw back his head, and laughed...

The chinaman smiled...project code name "Black Magic" was working just as expected..

3 comments:

IDK said...

haha..luvin d story

badderchic said...

I'm loving this espionage sturvs o!

Chari said...

wavemasta na u biko oo...