Rhythms of the Night
Amaka was the undisputed queen of late night radio in Lagos. She had been in the industry for over a decade and over that time, she had built the largest following of any On-Air Personality in the city. She started out in 2007 reading the headlines on "Good Morning Nigeria". She had a unique voice - lower-pitched than most females but every bit as sultry - and the first time the new manager heard her on-air, she reassigned her to co-host all the late night shows. "You're absolutely perfect for nights", Moni, her manager had said. That was it. She had been skeptical about it at first but when the callers and Tweeters began to gush with their flirty messages, she got more comfortable and began to own her new-found territory. She went from co-host to producer in less than 3 years and eventually landed a voice-over role for Disney's Queen of Katwe. She definitely had very little to complain about career-wise.
Amaka and Femi had been dating for a little over 2 years. Between regularly sending her flowers in the evenings when she had to work and making surprise visits to drop off her dinner, almost everyone at Rhythm had come to know and love him. He was the happy-go-lucky jolly good fellow who would never hesitate to dance his way into her office and make everyone have a good laugh as they shook their heads in disbelief. He had never been in the booth with Amaka but he had watched her from behind the glass. With her headphones on and a mic obscuring her face, he always tried to make funny faces to get her attention. "This man, you'll be the death of me one day", she said as she embraced him once her shift had ended. When they could, they'd see a late movie together before parting ways. She was very happy with him and even though she wasn't ready to be married, she knew he'd make a great husband.
Amaka was always intensely horny the days just before Aunt Flow arrived. Her breasts would swell, (always a welcome development in her mind), and she would not be able to get enough of Femi for those few days. She'd always ask him to sleep over at hers and despite the fact that they both had work in the morning, they would be at it all night. Sometimes, they'd have a morning quickie only to be back at it again as soon as work was over. She had a little vibrating bullet in her bag and when this time of the month came, she would (unbeknownst to anyone else) slip the bullet inside her panties and put it on while she worked. It had a remote so she didn't have to worry about turning it on and off when people came into her office for impromptu meetings. Having her clit constantly stimulated was literally how she got through those agonizing 3 days. The always had at least two spare batteries in her drawer to ensure she never ran out. Oh the horror, she thought to herself as she imagined it. Femi had always joked about coming to her office to give her a midday treat. She was intensely curious about it but had never actually followed through.
This month was different. The technician who had serviced the AC in her office stumbled on the batteries while he was looking for the AC remote. He used them to replace the ones that had just died and forgot to send for new ones. As she stood up to enter the ladies' room, she opened her drawer and searched frantically but couldn't find her batteries. She was so livid, she thought she might pop a vein in her forehead. She was doing the 9pm drive-time show and it was already 8pm. Where would she get AAA batteries at this time of the night and still make it back in time for the show? She stomped angrily into the ladies' room, sat on the toilet seat, licked her fingers and began to circle her clit. With her index finger, she circled it and flicked it from side to side as her anger abated and her pleasure heightened. She let out a gentle moan as she began to rub her labia with her right hand, her middle finger grazing her clit gently from top to bottom. She knew she would be back in this same position in 30 minutes. That was how horny she was. Then it came to her. If only she could hold out for another 90 minutes, Femi would be around to take her home. They could have a quickie in the office. Perfect. She texted him: "I'm feeling some kinda way....and I've got no panties on right now". He responded: "Naughty girl *drools*. I'll be there in an hour". She washed her hands and went back to her desk as she fantasized about how she would put it down tonight. After another quick trip to the ladies room to rub one out, she walked into the booth at 8:50pm.
"Hello there beautiful people, it's your girl, Duchess, bringing you the sounds of the night from our studios in VI, Lagos. Tonight one lucky caller will stand a chance to win a gift voucher if they can guess the name of the artist on the first song I'll play tonight. Don't forget to send in your shoutouts and requests. The number is still 89889". The calls began to pour in and as the hour wound down, her anticipation heightened. A text came in. Femi had arrived. He went up to the booth and realized she was alone in the studio. The security guards were downstairs but everyone else seemed to have closed for the night. She beckoned him to come in as she took off her headphones. She said goodbye to her listeners and being the last show for the night, she turned the "On Air" button off. "I couldn't wait to see you" she said sitting down as she unzipped his trousers. Soon, she was tugging at his erection and eventually, she freed it from the enclosure of his boxers. She spread her thighs apart and touched herself frantically as she engulfed his manhood in her mouth and sucked ferociously. Femi's eyes were closed, his hands behind her neck as she took all of him to the back of her throat. When she had had enough of him, she pushed him onto the chair, pulled his trousers to his ankles and positioned herself to sit on him. He watched the glorious view as her caramel butt cheeks engulfed his throbbing saliva-glazed dick and as she held her skirt up, she bounced up and down on him. She rode him, bobbed her hips up and down, circled her waist and moved back and forth making sure he never slipped out of her for one moment. His fingers found her clit and his left hand found her ass cheeks as he spanked her hard and tickled her clit simultaneously. "Oh god. Almost there baby. Just like that", she said as she lost herself in all the pounding and grinding. They had been at it for 30 minutes when the chair almost gave way. In trying to keep his balance, Femi accidentally hit the "On Air" button. She didn't notice as she was determined to quell the ferocious horniness that had befallen her body.
The moved from the chair to the rug on the floor. Femi laid down and she on top of him, with her back. He entered her again from behind, as she wiggled her gushing pussy on him. She wanted to remain in control so she stayed on top. His hand moved from her butt cheek to her nipples, while continuing to flick her clit in gentle circles. Unbeknownst to both of them, a few listeners could hear the heavy breathing and the moans. They went at it for another 30 minutes. As he shot his warm load into her, she mounted his face, placing each thigh on the side of his head. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it gently as she once again took his throbbing manhood in her mouth. She sucked every last drop of his warm cum out of him as he teased her clit in every way possible. He spanked her as she rode his face until she was exploding with yet another orgasm. "Yes! Yes!", she screamed as she fell to the floor beside him. As she looked up towards the controls, she noticed the "On Air" light. "Oh shit" she yelled under he voice as she ran to turn it off. How the hell would she explain that one. She hoped nobody had heard. Oh dear lord, the horror! She noticed her Twitter notifications had been blowing up with messages. She dreaded to check the contents...
Amaka and Femi had been dating for a little over 2 years. Between regularly sending her flowers in the evenings when she had to work and making surprise visits to drop off her dinner, almost everyone at Rhythm had come to know and love him. He was the happy-go-lucky jolly good fellow who would never hesitate to dance his way into her office and make everyone have a good laugh as they shook their heads in disbelief. He had never been in the booth with Amaka but he had watched her from behind the glass. With her headphones on and a mic obscuring her face, he always tried to make funny faces to get her attention. "This man, you'll be the death of me one day", she said as she embraced him once her shift had ended. When they could, they'd see a late movie together before parting ways. She was very happy with him and even though she wasn't ready to be married, she knew he'd make a great husband.
Amaka was always intensely horny the days just before Aunt Flow arrived. Her breasts would swell, (always a welcome development in her mind), and she would not be able to get enough of Femi for those few days. She'd always ask him to sleep over at hers and despite the fact that they both had work in the morning, they would be at it all night. Sometimes, they'd have a morning quickie only to be back at it again as soon as work was over. She had a little vibrating bullet in her bag and when this time of the month came, she would (unbeknownst to anyone else) slip the bullet inside her panties and put it on while she worked. It had a remote so she didn't have to worry about turning it on and off when people came into her office for impromptu meetings. Having her clit constantly stimulated was literally how she got through those agonizing 3 days. The always had at least two spare batteries in her drawer to ensure she never ran out. Oh the horror, she thought to herself as she imagined it. Femi had always joked about coming to her office to give her a midday treat. She was intensely curious about it but had never actually followed through.This month was different. The technician who had serviced the AC in her office stumbled on the batteries while he was looking for the AC remote. He used them to replace the ones that had just died and forgot to send for new ones. As she stood up to enter the ladies' room, she opened her drawer and searched frantically but couldn't find her batteries. She was so livid, she thought she might pop a vein in her forehead. She was doing the 9pm drive-time show and it was already 8pm. Where would she get AAA batteries at this time of the night and still make it back in time for the show? She stomped angrily into the ladies' room, sat on the toilet seat, licked her fingers and began to circle her clit. With her index finger, she circled it and flicked it from side to side as her anger abated and her pleasure heightened. She let out a gentle moan as she began to rub her labia with her right hand, her middle finger grazing her clit gently from top to bottom. She knew she would be back in this same position in 30 minutes. That was how horny she was. Then it came to her. If only she could hold out for another 90 minutes, Femi would be around to take her home. They could have a quickie in the office. Perfect. She texted him: "I'm feeling some kinda way....and I've got no panties on right now". He responded: "Naughty girl *drools*. I'll be there in an hour". She washed her hands and went back to her desk as she fantasized about how she would put it down tonight. After another quick trip to the ladies room to rub one out, she walked into the booth at 8:50pm.
"Hello there beautiful people, it's your girl, Duchess, bringing you the sounds of the night from our studios in VI, Lagos. Tonight one lucky caller will stand a chance to win a gift voucher if they can guess the name of the artist on the first song I'll play tonight. Don't forget to send in your shoutouts and requests. The number is still 89889". The calls began to pour in and as the hour wound down, her anticipation heightened. A text came in. Femi had arrived. He went up to the booth and realized she was alone in the studio. The security guards were downstairs but everyone else seemed to have closed for the night. She beckoned him to come in as she took off her headphones. She said goodbye to her listeners and being the last show for the night, she turned the "On Air" button off. "I couldn't wait to see you" she said sitting down as she unzipped his trousers. Soon, she was tugging at his erection and eventually, she freed it from the enclosure of his boxers. She spread her thighs apart and touched herself frantically as she engulfed his manhood in her mouth and sucked ferociously. Femi's eyes were closed, his hands behind her neck as she took all of him to the back of her throat. When she had had enough of him, she pushed him onto the chair, pulled his trousers to his ankles and positioned herself to sit on him. He watched the glorious view as her caramel butt cheeks engulfed his throbbing saliva-glazed dick and as she held her skirt up, she bounced up and down on him. She rode him, bobbed her hips up and down, circled her waist and moved back and forth making sure he never slipped out of her for one moment. His fingers found her clit and his left hand found her ass cheeks as he spanked her hard and tickled her clit simultaneously. "Oh god. Almost there baby. Just like that", she said as she lost herself in all the pounding and grinding. They had been at it for 30 minutes when the chair almost gave way. In trying to keep his balance, Femi accidentally hit the "On Air" button. She didn't notice as she was determined to quell the ferocious horniness that had befallen her body.
The moved from the chair to the rug on the floor. Femi laid down and she on top of him, with her back. He entered her again from behind, as she wiggled her gushing pussy on him. She wanted to remain in control so she stayed on top. His hand moved from her butt cheek to her nipples, while continuing to flick her clit in gentle circles. Unbeknownst to both of them, a few listeners could hear the heavy breathing and the moans. They went at it for another 30 minutes. As he shot his warm load into her, she mounted his face, placing each thigh on the side of his head. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it gently as she once again took his throbbing manhood in her mouth. She sucked every last drop of his warm cum out of him as he teased her clit in every way possible. He spanked her as she rode his face until she was exploding with yet another orgasm. "Yes! Yes!", she screamed as she fell to the floor beside him. As she looked up towards the controls, she noticed the "On Air" light. "Oh shit" she yelled under he voice as she ran to turn it off. How the hell would she explain that one. She hoped nobody had heard. Oh dear lord, the horror! She noticed her Twitter notifications had been blowing up with messages. She dreaded to check the contents...
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