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    Hello fans,I came across someone comment about posting a story title “MY MADAM AND I ” so,the story will start tomorrow by God’s grace/insha Allah….

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    It all started as a joke, I thought I was dreaming
    until I felt it so loud I thought I saw stars as I tried
    to recover from the blindness that took some ample
    seconds to recover from.
    Mr’s Amaka is the name, the name I can never
    forget in a hurry, the name that sends chill down
    my marrow. She has this sophisticated aura, and a
    very bossy personality that can never be taken for
    granted. Even though she’s half taller than a
    midget, yet you dare not look pass it for your own
    She’s indeed a boss who commands chains of
    businesses and over 500 workers lurking around
    her payroll. Everyone under her has automatically
    sold his or self esteem to her swift fingers and well
    organized insults.
    Barely can one work under this atmosphere without
    resigning, save those without options. I remember
    when I first met her, my boss to be, I thought my
    good looks and charm that can soften even the
    devil himself could cloud me from her claws, even
    though I was hinted about her talent, how can I
    decline an offer after years of living with just my
    credentials as the only thing I have achieved.
    I remember her scrutinizing me with a piecing rays
    of contempt in her eyes, and sarcastically trowing
    words at me that made me overly self conscious.
    After what seem like an hour with the devil I was
    finally given the job.
    My first day was kind of easy, thanks to my
    understanding colleagues who covered my unseen
    errors every now and then. Though it was a
    shopping mall with all sections well stocked with
    imported goods, and being a second class upper
    graduate of Business admin, I was subjected to
    the lowest grade of sales personnel, though it
    never bothered me that my manager is a
    secondary school holder all I cared about was my
    end of the month pay.
    One day, my boss asked me to go and fix her
    apartment, ” is that part of my job? ” I asked in
    astonishment, the reply I got startled me. ”
    everything is your job here !” she said in outrage.

    “Naija my country” , I said in my heart. Thinking of
    how long I borrowed and begged for recharge card
    money I decided to swallow my degree and follow
    her home.
    Her house speaks money in every inch of what is
    classy and sophisticated. I was asked to do her
    laundry and that of her over sized three girls who
    looked more like mama Iyabo than under twenties
    that they were. How I swallowed my pride thinking
    of how hard it is to get another job. It took me
    close to the whole day to finish, of which no thanks
    was returned for my labor let alone a tip, who dash
    monkey banana.
    After that day, subsequently I was asked to do
    some degrading and emasculating chores with a
    lash of ” it’s part of your job! if you don’t like it quit!
    thousands are waiting out there for your job! “.
    Gossip has it that she killed her husband to be
    able to gain hold on his wealth. The man who was
    said to be an oil magnet and a big time business
    man overseas. But how is that my concern since I
    barely listen to gossip.
    One very faithful afternoon, I was thinking about
    how badly my life had turned out, not knowing the
    turn fate was hatching until my CO worker rushed
    to me with her phone in hand and said “madam
    wants to speak with you” I was overwhelmed with
    an overloaded panic attack that I tamed with all the
    will power I can gather. ” hello ma” went my gentle
    voice. As usual the authoritative voice that I am yet
    to get use to commanded. ” come to the house
    right now! ” and she hung up.
    I got to the house thinking of what manner of
    image tarnishing chores has she cooked up. Her
    voice called from upstairs, that part of the house I
    haven’t visited but was about to. I traced the
    beckoning voice, and it finally led to her bed room.
    It was more of a top class, five star hotel, than just
    a room. She was lying on her oversized bed clad
    in her silky transparent nightie. My mind spoke the
    truth but I shook it aside coz I felt I don’t fit in her
    spec. She has completely fried my brain to believe
    that I am of the class, ‘minus zero’.
    There I was and there she was staring at me as
    though I was her favorite movie. At last she sat
    up, took up an ointment and said in a different and
    rather soothing tone that has never come from her.
    ” Please I need a massage “. I walked up to her
    like a zombie in my bewilderment thinking what
    she’s got up her sleeve. I took the ointment from
    her, and she stretched on the bed facing down,
    and unclad her fair large legs that were blessed
    with folded skin and rough patches as a result of
    excess fat with thick blue vains up to the extent
    that I could see a part of her ass. I remained
    motionless lost in the shock of the episode playing
    before me until her bossy voice shook me from my
    trans ” what is wrong with you this boy? ! will you
    do what I asked you to before I get angry at
    I took from the ointment and spread my fingers on
    her massive thighs, following the instructions of her
    fingers, exacted as much pressure needed. And
    then I heard her say something that looks like ”
    up” and her r fingers pointing just below her ass, I
    withdrew my fingers, stood back in shock. She
    turned and said to me in her usual malicious tone ”
    are you mad?! do you think am down with your
    naive pretence of a good boy? do not get me
    angry now, will you do what I asked you to?”. I
    said nothing but did as I was told. Even though I
    saw her as the last woman that can arouse me,
    that minute I felt my g---n protruding under my

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    I did as instructed, my two palms folded and massaged intentionally avoiding her butt . The whole blood in my system pumped in reckless abandon, I tried to press my now overly protruded g---n against the bed to avoid visible embarrassment. Her silky nightie suddenly became transparent or it has been all the while and I intentionally avoided looking that way, coz it now reviewed her pink rose G. string which made matter worse for me, I felt if I continue to rob my joystick against the bed I may piss myself.
    Like she noticed my struggle and wanted to exert more torture on me as her mannerism seem, she motioned on her waist, meaning I should massage such a massive waist which is now becoming the most seductive view I have ever seen contradicting my first notion.
    My tremulous hands must have given her the satisfaction she wanted because she gave a mocking chuckle and then turn to me with a serious look and said slowly but rather seductively “Are you enjoying what you are doing ?” I was startled at this, and it showed in the spontaneous way my hands withdrew from her.
    “Are you new in this? ” she asked staring steadily in my eyes, and this was more than unbearable for me, i responded in a childish “no” with my head. I guess she noticed my outstretched crutches that led to her loud giggle. She covered her mouth to tame further outburst of laughter. ” you are really enjoying yourself young man, and you do have a blessed manhood “. I was shocked to hear this, I knew I was in for sex with my boss. All the while I haven’t said a word, my low self esteem has taken the best of my badness. Now I think it’s about time I show this oversized milf what am made of, perhaps I may have a lot to gain.
    I looked straight into her eyes, smiled and looked
    away ” Am sorry ma, I don’t want to cross my
    boundary, but if you don’t like how am doing it I
    can do better ” I said, intentionally trying to sound
    sheepish. She looked at me for awhile and then let
    out a wide grin. ” come here!” She commanded. I
    walked hypnotically to her. ” show me what you
    got” she said erotically and went back to her
    previous position.
    I climbed and crossed my legs over her heavily
    built thighs, this position gave me full access to grip
    her waist and exert as much pressure needed,
    while intentionally letting my crutches bruise her
    butt. I extended my hands to every part of her
    body, from her shoulders, neck, sides of her rips,
    back, down to her thighs, while spending time on
    her sensitive zone.
    She moved her butt rhythmically closer to my g---n,
    while I pushed it harder against hers, this time I
    was smooching rather than massage. She
    suddenly rose abruptly, turned and gave me a
    fixed stare as though I crossed my boundary, she
    had this hot flare in her eyes that put the ‘big soup’
    panic in me, but she did the opposite when she
    gripped my neck and planted a hungry kiss on my
    lips, I returned abruptly laid her back on the bed
    and did what I know how to do best.
    She can moan for Africa anytime I s----d her
    nipples, kissed her neck. And then she alerted the
    neighbors when I started environmental sanitation
    with my tongue between her legs and butt hole.
    My fingers entered every opening while I s----d
    and licked every hole it wasn’t drilling. At last my
    snake swam into her and she bit me like a virgin
    trying to contain the loudest cry I have ever heard.
    I felt her fingers boring holes in me as I pounded,
    we explored every position possible, until suddenly
    I gave a massive o----m.

    She looked at me in disgust and said, ” Don’t tell
    me you just did that?! ” I sagged back trying to
    catch a breath from the rigorous sport we just had.
    Suddenly she climbed me and put my saggy
    snake into her hole. ” what are you doing? It’s
    down!” I voiced in shock. ” dont worry boy, we are
    just getting started ” she retorted , smiling
    maliciously at me. She rolled her waist on me over
    and over until I felt life entering my g---n.
    We had an exhausting marathon sex that left me in awe when I stepped out to discover it was nearly 8pm. She made sure she sapped the moisture in me before letting me go. Every member of her family including the maid went to spend the weekend with her mom, so the house was able to absorb all the sexual cries she exudeded. I felt good with myself, believing that all will be well from henceforth.

    I got home, tired to the marrow. Immediately I dropped on the bed, and the next thing was a knock on my door, mom was calling to know if I wasn’t going to work. I started up, peered to my wrist watch, it was past 9 in the morning. ” oh my goodness! ” I screamed, as I jumped in the bathroom, did the needful, swung into my work clothe and jetted out in a flash.
    I managed to bit traffic with the aid of my brothers bike I took without his consent. I know he must have swore his ass out, judging by the series of missed calls he left on my phone.
    Even though I managed to overcome one phase triumphantly, I still have one huddle to cross, which I felt was going to be a walk over judging from the previous night episode. But my madam had a surprise for me.
    ” Stupid boy! Where are you’re coming from by this time?! Do you think you can just walk in here anytime you desire like its your fathers parlor?” came the greetings from my boss. I was perplexed, coz I felt we were supposed to be in good terms, after the good sex she confessed I gave her, plus how she wouldn’t trade my joystick for anything in the world, that it is the best she has ever had.
    I tried to explain myself but she lashed on me hard before I could form a word , ” shot that your wretched stinking mouth! You fool! If everyone comes to work by this time do you think we’ll still be operational?” I just stare on like a zombie, and managed to mutter ” am sorry ma, it won’t happen again “. She looked at me in so much contempt and said, ” you better not try it again, coz if I hear, even in my dream that you came anything after 7am, just consider looking for another job, fool! Ewu! ”
    I felt so used and inconsequential as I struggled to walk to my station. She kept trowing words around at any one who crosses her path. At a point she even threw a ceramic cup at me for not responding to her call pronto. I managed to escape it and it landed on the desktop in front of me and shattered the screen.
    ” Ha! Look at what you have done this stupid boy! Am taking it off your salary ” she shouted. I looked at her and the damage before me. ‘How can this witch do this to my first salary?’ I imagined in my heart before I charged ” madam you can’t do it ma! I didn’t throw the cup at the system, what if it had landed on my head, don’t you know how bad it would have looked?.”….. A pin fell on the ground and made a very loud noise. Every one stood and was looking at me as if I have committed a sacrilege am unaware of. Madam Amaka stood statue still, with a dropped jaw looking at me. Then she turned to the manager and said ” let that guy lose. He’s no longer a staff of this mall”. I heard it and it was dawn to me, ‘ you’re going back to your days of unemployment and begging ‘. The next thing I could recall was me kneeling down and begging her with my whole heart. After what seem like forever she later spoke. ” your pay will he halved! “. And then she walked away

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    Okay, Carry on

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    This story Again?

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