Chapter 190: Chapter 190

Chapter 190

~Virgen, virgin and drugs~

You have nothing to fear. I used to do drugs,,” he whispered, “ In fact it is one of the reasons my children took me on a health trip to flush my systems of all the drugs I have had . and I can tell you they can burn down the sky if they discover I am back to drugs again,” the oldie said, stroked his white beards and clicked his fingers, “Let’s have a deal, you must supply my drugs secretly, but you must refer me some puta too, you know. I got to fuck while I enjoy the drugs,” he said and burst into an uproarious laughter as Lucy pushed him slightly on the shoulder.

After brief contemplation, Lucy said, “OK, papa, I got you. I have this beautiful dashing elegant sweet whore I am going to bring to you. In fact she is Mexican too. Her name is Virgen,”

“What!” the oldie snapped, “Virgen? Are you serious? Does it mean that she is still a virgin or is that her natural name?”

“Listen up, Papa, she is not called virgin for just mere calling sake. Virgin is her natural name, but I promise you after fucking her, you would think you fucked a virgin. She tastes sweeter than any virgin you can think of. All the clients that fucked her always came back for more,” Lucy said, attending to other customers.

“Oh come on,” said the oldie, “How can I get her? My blood is hot,” the oldie said, rubbing his body and bringing his hand to his zipper.

“Hmmm, Virgen, she is as busy as the wave in the ocean. Clients don’t want to let go off her pussy,” she said, dimmed her eyes thoughtfully and said, “But never mind, once I am involved she can always be at your service.”

“Oh Lucy I would be very grateful if you do in fact whatsoever you want I will do,” said the oldie, chortling and clapping his hands in excitement.

“Oh really,” said Lucy, staring around for onlookers before stooping her neck to him and whispered, “But you must patronize my cocaine often. See I have got plenty of them. That is all I want.”

“You have no worries then, in fact to show you how serious I am, bless me with two grams. I got money to spend,” he said, dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out three wads of dollars.

Lucy gestured at him to come into her office to finalize the transaction and have the drugs…

***

Later in the day, the oldie tucked away in the penthouse of his semi-detached duplex, and stuffed cocaine into his nostrils. By the corner was sizeable ghetto blaster, that sang but in a low tone a Spanish rock star song, which he often played whenever he wanted to sniff his drugs.

After surviving drugs ,his children had warned him against intake of drugs, but within himself, he knew it was going to be a different addiction to quit. While he was busy sniffing the drugs, the doorbell started ringing on end when he was reluctant to answer. Gently he hid the cocaine and wondered who was at the door.

“Who the hell could be disturbing my peace?” he complained, sniffed the remnants of cocaine that patched his nostrils, rubbed his nostrils, stared in the mirror to ensure there was no trace of the cocaine around his nostrils before trudging down the staircase.

“Who is there?” he asked arrogantly, threw caution to the wind and opened the door only to behold an ebony, thick , tall lady in mini gown that sold much of her spotless cellulite-free beefy thighs and in high-heels that showcase long red, vanished finger nails.

“Hello,” she smiled at him, flashing her well treated, well arranged, dentition at him.

The oldie wasn’t done feeding his eyes.; as soon as he was done staring at her from head to toes and back from toes to head , he said, “You must be Virgen,”

“Yes I am,” she said calmly as the water that made to the pebbled shore, slid her finger into her mouth flirtatiously as she was still at her smile when the oldie gestured at her to come into his house.

The oldie punched in the air and smack his lips once he beheld her big backside that couldn’t even be hidden under the loosed mini gown.

Virgen glared around the luxurious sitting room, “Nice place for a man of your age.”

The oldie blushed, lost in words and kept at his smile as he admired the indescribable tattooe that ran from the rare of her neck down to her back and he believed it extended to her big backside too

“Where is your bedroom?” the whore asked, feeding the oldie with her flirty, seductive, sleepy-eyes.

“Ok, follow me,” the oldie said, and sized her hour-glass figure and portable breasts that made her look like an actual virgin.

***

Once they got onto the room, the whore gently made the oldie to be in the bed. “I am going to strip but I must blind fold your eyes from watching me while I’m strip.”

The oldie smiled, “Oh really I love your adventure,” he said and watched as the whore fumbled into her her handbag and brought out a black veil. She advanced to his side, blinded folded him tightly and tapped on his cheeks gently.

“You better be a good boy. I don’t trust you,” she said, pulled out two slaves’ handcuff and chained his wrists to the edge of the bed. “Now I am safe to undress, “ she added.

The oldie kept to his smile, twisting his head this way and that way, following the sound of her high-heel that kept knocking on the floor. “I am all naked but I am sorry you can’t see what my pussy and tits look like. Perhaps I may change my mind after having a cold shower. If you are lucky, I will show you why name is called Virgen.”

“Oh come on, pussy, I can’t wait to experience the virgin in your Virgen, “ the oldie said in Mexican.

And the whore replied excitedly, knowing he is also Mexican “After fucking you tonight you will prefer not o die but to spend all your days in my pussy,” she also said in Mexican, and Knocked her high-heel into the bathroom.

Lusts called on, also troubles…