21/10/2025
STORY TIME 18+ 😊
So Ugly A Man With A Very Big D!ck
How can a man be sooo ugly? So ugly that his nakedness couldn't even arouse a lady.
He had come to rent a room in my father's house. I prayed so hard for him to be rejected.
" Nkechi," My father called me out of my mood. " Go and show this man the vacant one room apartment in the boys quarters."
The ugly guy saw the room and loved it and I hated him the more.
" Thanks, dear," he said . Dear gini ! I flared up instantly, calling him names for calling me dear. How can I be a dear to this monkey. He quickly left after saying he was sorry.
About a week later he packed into our house. His electronic equipments and furniture weren't ugly after all. He sure has class.
This man has one big generator , the only one in the compound. His room quickly turned to our phone charging base. No o. Don't think rubbish . I always sent my younger sister to charge for me. Me, enter his room. No way.
I always mind my business. If not for one day that my sister wasn't around. I knocked and he answered from within. God , I didn't want to see his ugly face.
"Come in", he said.
I opened his door and entered. His room was magnificent. "Eh, it's you!" He seemed excited. "Hope you're good," he dropped his plate of fried rice and chicken to face me.
To be truthful he has a handsome smile. I showed him my phone. " Please I'd like to charge my phone sir," I said as I was shifting from one leg to the other. Somehow I found myself sitting on the rug. I plugged my phone. I threw a glance at him.And he's somehow handso...sorry ugly o.
Somehow I found myself admiring him..Oops. Sorry, I was admiring his room. He packed his plate and left for the kitchen. He's even walking like a woman. His robust backsides were shaking. Whaaaat! Why should I see that? It's not what you are thinking o.
I looked around his room. Very neat and comfortable.
He came back carrying a box of chocolates. He asked if I mind. Me. Collect anything from this ape. Naaww. He encouraged me to have a bite. I glanced at the box and shook my head. He dropped the box on the rug near me and said he wanted to have a shower. He left for the bathroom.
I remained sitting on the rug. Why was I still in his room. I looked at the chocolate box again and drew it near. It's not what you're thinking o. Was it not that I wanted to read what's written on the box. And the chocolate wasn't ugly na. Well, let me just taste a little to see if it tastes good , I said to myself. The full box was half empty by the time he came out of the bathroom.
He looked at me and smiled.
" Nkechi, Nkechi, " he lightly hailed me. My eyes roamed to his towels. The towel looked good and neat. Just then something caught my attention on the towel. The swelling. Somehow, my eyes went there. Somehow, i saw it. Somehow, he saw that I saw it. " Nkechi, you know you're a fine babe," he began..
What did he think of himself. Calling me Nkechi , Nkechi because I pitied him to eat his chocolate. If not that the chocolate was sweet sef. This is total rubbish. He was still saying something but I didn't seem to understand him. Hey! His towel had risen higher than when I first witnessed the rising towel. Why was the towel rising? I asked myself. It shouldn't be because of me. No. Not me. Me , a little girl of yesterday .
" Nkechi baby," he called to me again, moving closer to me. He was coming...coming...and then he stopped by the refrigerator.
" Do you care for ice cream?" He drew my attention. I closed my gaping mouth. I didn't know when he opened the fridge. I just found the ice cream in my hands . It tasted good. Hey, don't tell me I was falling for this man. So ugly a guy. He was now sitting on the arm chair right across me. The distance wasn't that far. So pleasant was the fragrance coming from him. The soap he used must have been expensive.
" Nkechi, " I heard him call my name. I looked up from the almost empty cup of ice cream. " Sir, " I sheepishly answered him.
He started telling me how beautiful I looked. He told why I can choose to be any guy's dream. He ranted on and on while I listened on and on.
" How old are you, angel?" He paused toask. I wondered when I quickly became an angel.
" Am twenty two., " I replied. He didn't know I knew where he was going . He thought he could melt me with chocolate and ice cream. I determined to show him the stuff with which I was made up.
He rose from the chair and took one stride. He was right there beside me on the rug. The thing under the towel had now become monstrous, breathing so hard at short intervals from beneath the towel. Could it be a snake?
He held my hands. Hmm. I kept quiet. If not because I was respectful. He drew me closer. This man . I vowed to show him . Next time he won't mess with me again.
I found myself sitting on his laps. If not that my mother told me to respect elders. This man, ehn.
He reached for my shoulders. This man! He was holding my...hmmmm. I told him to stoooop. But he didn't stoooop. My dress was getting out of my body. Whaaat ! He started fondling with my p@nts, getting towards the...hmmm. The uu..gg..lyy man was be...be co...co..ming haa...nd..soo
mmme.
I found his lips in mine. No, it's not what you're thinking o. He was the one who was kissing me . He thought I would respond .
I pro.. mi sed to sh...sho..show him. He was getting there o. He was ...was...was. Hmmmm.
To you all , I say peace be upon you.
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