BREAKFAST WITH YAW...

The original intention was to borrow ground pepper from Yaw. My headache was epic and I needed to make my noodles hot and spicy enough to wake the dead.

Standing impatiently outside his flat, I knocked for the umpteenth time wondering if my neighbor was alive. I’d caught a glimpse of him in his living room 3 hours earlier when I tumbled from my car and staggered into my apartment. He seemed to be watching T.V. I chuckled drunkenly as I remembered how Jay, my other neighbor, had tagged Yaw “The official chairperson of ForeverAlone Group”.

Rumor had it that he was gay but I never believed it. Yaw might not have a girlfriend but I was certain it wasn’t because he was attracted to men. True, Yaw was gentlemanly, sweet, courteous and an amazing cook… and yeah, it did freak me out that he loved white-wine and abhorred beer but still, I felt it in my bones that he was straight. Straighter than Jay, if one really gave it serious thought.

I sighed in frustration. Jay had packaged himself to Church and the mallam down the street sold ground clay as pepper. I needed pepper so bad and didn’t know where else to go short of heading to the market. I didn’t see myself making that journey so I turned and was headed back to my apartment when Yaw opened the door. He was dressed in a silk night robe, looking like he stumbled out of bed sleepily. With a grateful sigh, I turned and made my way back towards him.

“Yaw abeg no vex say I disturb you… abeg you get ground pepper? I wan make noodles”

He said nothing. Just stared at me as if trying to comprehend what I said or why I was standing in front of him.

“Yaw!!! Did you sleepwalk out of bed?”

He chuckled and beckoned me in. I’d been inside his house a couple of times but the neatness always, always amazed me. Not a speck of dust in place. His living room looked like a Home-Deco prototype; beautiful, tasteful furniture, futuristic electrical appliances and the homely smell of strategically placed pot-pourri. His kitchen, on the other hand, was a cook’s haven. It was huge, with 2 electric stoves, oven, microwave oven, pop-up toaster, high-tech refrigerator and freezers in steel colors… Yaw's kitchen would make a woman deliriously happy. I didn’t know where he kept his spices so I stood aside politely while he shuffled sleepily towards a chrome shelf and brought out 2 huge jars of pepper.

“One is normal ground pepper but considering you have a hangover, you should use this one…” he croaked out.

“What kind of pepper is this one?” I asked as I eyed the second jar suspiciously.

“Its Cameroon pepper… its super, duper hot,” he said with croaky flourish.

I briefly pondered his use of the word ‘Super, Duper’ before pushing it forcefully away from my mind and picked up the jar. I stared at the Cameroon pepper… Yaw stared at me. It was kinda like a weird food-chain. I stare at the pepper with the intention to consume; Yaw stared at me with the intention to…

“I think I’ll use the Cameroon pepper since you say its super, duper hot.” I could resist using his own words.

“Tell you what… Let me make you my secret noodle soup, guaranteed to rid you of your hangover and any horrid headache.”

Horrid headache? What straight man uses the word “HORRID”, I thought in amusement.

I agreed and left Yaw to potter around in his Home-Deco kitchen while I went back to my apartment to shower and brush my teeth. I was gonna get free hangover remedy cum breakfast; the least I could do was clean up so as not to choke him with the fumes wafting from my sweaty pits and other body crevices or worst of all, my dragon breath. Eeeow!

I was on my way out of my apartment when my phone rang. It was Kwame calling. Kwame was my ex-boyfriend slash total asswipe! I didn’t bother to pick his call. I returned to Yaw's house and was surprised to see the dining table set. Sitting in a bowl at the center of the table was the perfect looking noodle soup. It was steaming and the smell was heavenly. Without waiting for my host, I served myself a huge helping and tucked in right away.

A record 10 minutes later, I was done with the noodle soup, sweating profusely and blowing my nose into a paper towel. Yaw emerged, looking fresh and clean in a white T-shirt and boxers. Apparently, he had also showered. He looked at the empty noodle bowl in surprise and I had the grace to blush in embarrassment. He waved aside my apology with a heartfelt laugh. Still mortified at my greed, I decided to stay and make small talk while he made his simple breakfast of toast, scrambled eggs and bacon. As he ate, we talked about politics, movies, music and other mundane issues. Our discussions were interrupted severally by Kwame's calls, which I still refused to pick.

“Why are you ignoring that call?” he eventually asked.

“Its my ex. I know what he wants and I’m not interested in obliging him,” I told him drily.

He smiled. His smile made him beautiful. He and I have been neighbors for a year and half. I’d never really regarded him in a sexual manner, probably because of the gay rumor that kept swirling round him. Now, leaning back on his dining table chair with a full stomach, I looked at him. Really looked at him. Yaw was six foot plus, well built, with muscles in the right places; and he was handsome in a feminine sort of way. He looked like a female amateur muscle-builder. He caught me staring at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Yaw, don’t be upset but I need to ask you something… Are you gay?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he smiled brightly and took a sip from his mug. I regretted my audacity almost immediately.

“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have asked that… it was rude of me,” I blurted out contritely.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have asked ‘cause its none of your business,” he replied, though his smile was still in place.

An uncomfortable silence fell between us. Luckily, my phone chose that moment to ring again. This time I answered it, signaling Yaw to spare me a minute to take the call. I listened to Kwame reel out long excuses and explanations while Yaw sipped his coffee and stared at me. His look was unnerving so I got up and walked into his den.

Kwame and I had started arguing and I was getting really worked up when I felt a hand on my shoulder. The hand massaged my shoulders as if to ease my anger. I threw Yaw a grateful sigh over my shoulder as I continued my phone conversation.

“Kwame, its too early to argue,” I whined as my shoulder massage continued.

Suddenly, hands were replaced by lips. I felt a rush of blood to my head that made me woozy. Yaw's lips trailed my collar bone to my neck, planting tender kisses. My breathing became labored and I heard myself stammer.

“I — I’m not interested… in — in any yéyé reconciliation talk Kwame.”

I clung onto the phone tenaciously, listening to Kwame talk while my senses awakened to soft kisses. Yaw led me to the sofa and slowly push me down. I sat in a daze, staring at him and listening to the voice on the phone. I was mesmerized as Yaw got on his knees before me and part my thighs. His eyes never left mine as he pushed my dress up, exposing my fair, smooth laps. I gasped in anticipation as he pulled me closer in an unexpected jerk. I wasn’t wearing panties… I never wore panties except at that time of the month.

“There’s nothing wrong with me Kwame! This is how I talk when people bore me with lies…”

Yaw smiled at my statement but his hand had snaked between my thighs, caressing my southern lips. Another gasp escaped me as I felt the familiar heat rise. His eyes flickered down to watch his fingers as they explored my moist core before gazing up at my face again, watching my expression. His eyes had darkened and all coherent thought flew from my head. My breathing became shallow and a moan escaped me as he bent his head to taste me. Kwame’s voice over the phone rang out clearly…

“Why are you moaning? You sound like you’re moaning! What are you doing? Abena? Abena???”

I felt the phone slip out of my hand as Yaw's tongue licked my throbbing clit with a tenderness that made my legs shake. He sucked on the clit delicately and I moaned aloud and grabbed his head. As if to punish me for asking if he were gay, Yaw refused to let go of my pussy. He licked and sucked and thrust his tongue in and out of my wet hole till I screamed aloud as I felt the waves of orgasm crash around me.

“Oh… oh…. Yaw I’m cumming…. I’m cumming… Oh…..”

“Ehn? Abena? Who is fucking you there? My God! Do you realize I’m still on the line? God punish you and that idiot. I’m talking to you and you’re fucking…” Kwame’s voice had heightened to an enraged bleat.

Kwame’s voice seemed distant as Yaw lifted his head from my pussy. His lips glistened with my juice. He leaned to kiss me deeply and I tasted myself. Yaw's kiss almost made me cum again. I had never been kissed so deeply and passionately by any man. I felt him fiddling with boxers as he continued kissing me and my anticipation increased. I wanted him to fuck me so bad that I impatiently reached for his dick. My eyes flew open in shock. My hand was holding the most immense cock ever. It was long, fat and throbbing like an enraged anaconda. Panic replaced excitement.

“Holy damn! This is too big… it wont go in…” I exclaimed.

“Sshhh…. relax Abena… Relax. I’ll be gentle, I promise you,” he said calmly.

“May that big prick be the death of you! Thunder fire your toto, useless ashawo!” Kwame’s voice boomed before he dropped the line angrily.

Kwame’s anger was the least of my problems. I was more worried that I was going to be incredibly bruised as I watched him bend again to eat my pussy. My fear slowly dissipated and was replaced by a need so strong, I forgot he was literally a stallion. He lapped my juices hungrily and sucked at my clit till I was so wet, I dripped on the sofa. Yaw pushed me gently till I lay on my back. He positioned himself on top of me and gently guided his dick into my pussy. I screamed and arced my back as he push half the length of his dick in. The feel of his enormous dick inside me was unbelievable.

With a tenderness I wasn’t used to, he started thrusting in and out of me slowly, making sure not to shove his full length into my core. I wanted to kiss him badly so I lifted myself up, using his neck as a brace. He didn’t stop thrusting as he kissed me deeply and shoved several throw pillows behind me to serve as a buffer. He fucked me nice and slow, my pussy getting accustomed to his size after every few thrusts. Yaw was a talker. He fucked and talked; whispering dirty words into my ears, exhilarating me to heights never before reached. I left little bites on his shoulder, his neck his chest.

I heard his groan get louder and gruffer and knew he was going to cum soon. I braced myself for the fast thrusts but they didn’t come. he maintained his slow and steady tempo but his breath was labored.

“I’m gonna cum in a minute…. should I cum inside you? ehn?”

He didn’t wait for my response. His lips fastened over my right breast and I felt his butt clench as he feasted on my nipple. My orgasm rushed to fore. I jerked my hips back and forth with an urgency he understood instinctively as he matched my jerking movement with rapid thrusts. We both groaned aloud as he filled me with warm cum.

It took us several minutes to catch our breath. Yaw was lying on his plush rug; his eyes were closed and he was breathing calmly. I was still lying on the sofa and turned to stare at him curiously, wondering why his house wasn’t swarming with eager chicks who would gladly kill for his mammoth penis and sexual prowess. His lips lifted in a smile but his eyes were still closed.

“To answer your question… NO, I’m NOT gay. I don’t have a girlfriend because the last girl I dated hurt me really bad and I vowed to stay away from girl wahala for two years.”

I was quite surprised at his response.

“I know people think I’m gay because no one has seen me with a chick but that’s their headache.”

“I don’t think it’s only because you don’t have a girlfriend. You’re so neat and kinda finicky… and you wear really bright colors for a man,” I told him in matter-of-fact manner.

“Have you heard of the word METRO-SEXUAL?”

I smiled at him but said nothing. He smiled back and beckoned me over. I rolled off the sofa and crawl on all fours towards him. He pulled me down beside him and kissed me on the lips, his hand moving to cup my breast.

“This doesn’t mean we’re dating o; shey you know…?” I said playfully.

“I know…. we’re just fucking. And if we happen to fuck several times in the future, we’ll be good right?” he said with a sly smile.

“Right!”

He smiled and kissed me deeply again.

THE END!

HER HUSBAND MY LOVER..

Principles… this word is one I love to live by. There are some things that should not be done because of the principles you have. I didn’t know that I would break two of my own principles.

A month ago, I had a new client. Oh, did I mention I was a doctor… a marriage doctor really. I am paid a lot of money to listen to the problems of either a couple or one of the parties. Now, I’m not one of those shrinks you can find at any time. I only take up exclusively rich clients. When I started this shrink business in Lagos, I was amazed as to how many random people wanted to just be heard and to also force them to face the honest truth about themselves.

Now as I was narrating, a month ago I had a new client. Now he was the only one that came into my office. For the first week, he would come in, sit down and not say a word. He paid for an hour every weekday and he would just come in, stare then after the hour was up he would leave.  I tried to get him to talk but after a few days I realized that he would eventually talk when he wanted to. So when he came I played music. I played the kind of music I liked. Then I started to play music he might like. The second week, I played a song from one of my favorite indie musicians called cheers darling by Damien Rice. It’s a break up song, sad song. I had my back to him when he spoke for the first time.

“I like Damien Rice.” I almost dropped my coffee. He spoke. I turned around.

“For a minute there I thought you were a mute.” I smiled. He didn’t smile back. He was quite the sexy man. He always wore a suit, never allowed the suit wear him. He was so fly, so dapper.

“So will you be talking about why you are here anytime soon?” I asked. I needed to know.

“Yes. Tomorrow.” He looked at his watch and he just left.

The next day I was so excited I felt like time was slow. Why was this sexy man always here? What was his problem? How could I fix it? Could I fix it?

Then he walked in. I sat on my doctor’s one sitter while he sat on my sofa. He wasn’t wearing a suit today, just jeans and a t shirt. He looked heavenly, but he was my client… a married client that needed his life restored.

“So, what would you like to talk about today?” I asked him.

“My sex life.” He said it straight faced.

“What about your sex life?”

“It’s not fun anymore. My wife doesn’t always want to have sex… but I want it when I want it. So I cheated on her with my secretary but she caught me.”

“And then what happened?”

“She said she would leave me if I didn’t go to the marriage counselor and my wife leaving me isn’t good for my career, so here I am.”

“Here you are indeed. So why did you cheat on your wife?” I asked him, trying to be as sincere as possible. As much as he was trying to act like he didn’t care, he really did if not he wouldn’t be here.

“I hadn’t had sex in 2 weeks. So I cheated.”

“So does this mean every time you don’t get sex for a span of two weeks you’ll cheat?”

“No. but I was tired of my wife dictating when we could have sex.”

“So your secretary wasn’t in control?”

“No. I was. My wife is always in control. For once I wanted to be in control.”

“So is it the control or the sex that made you cheat?” it was the control. I’m guessing he was not in love with his wife.

“I don’t know yet but I know I’m not here to make my marriage work anymore.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I know, but you don’t.  Also, you look much better when you wear those tight dresses. You look nice in pants but those dresses are much better.”

“And you look better in a suit and the slim tie.”

He got up and walked out of the office. He had about 30 minutes left.

The next day, I wore a dress. Why, I don’t know… actually, I know. He finds me attractive in a dress.

I sat down as I knew it was his turn to come in my skin tight dress that showed my cleavage. It was red. What was I doing?

He came in and he was wearing a grey suit with a beautiful slim black tie. His pocket square was red… how matchy.

“Nice suit.” I said with a smile.

“Nice dress, matches my pocket square.” He didn’t smile. He sat down, crossed his legs and looked at me.

I felt hot… and when I say hot, I mean I felt the heat in a full blasting air conditioned room. I opened my notes.

“We’ll start from where we stopped last time. Is that alright with you?”

“Yes it is.”

“Why are you here now?”

“The first day, I was here because my wife said so. The next day, I was interested.”

“Interested in what?”

“Do you ever offer your clients something to drink?” he asked.

“No. they usually ask.”

“Your marriage must be so perfect it pisses your husband off.”

“I’m not married.”

“A single marriage counselor… how does this work?”

“Most people assume I’m married and they are too busy spilling the details of their drowning marriage to occupy themselves with the thought of my marital status.”

“Well… I have nothing to spill with my marriage.”

“So what do you want to do?” I asked in the most innocent tone…

He got up and he took off his jacket. He rolled up his sleeves.

“Do you have liquor?” he walked towards my hidden mini bar. I walked towards him and stood next to him.

“Why?”

“I need some so I can use it as a reason to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Always asking questions…” he grabbed me and before I could understand what was going on he took my lips in between his, parting my them with his tongue. I pushed him off me…

“What do you think you are doing?”

He walked towards my patient couch or sofa and sat down.

“Like I said, always asking questions. I’m on this couch, join me.”

“Why?” yes, I’ll join you…

“Because after the first day you are the only reason I come here. So come here. I want to see if your underwear matches your dress.”

The way he made his comments with no expression was the hottest thing ever. He never smiles, he never frowns, and he just always has a straight face… a straight sexy face. I thought for a while. I walked past him straight to the door.

He stood up and picked up his jacket.

“Kicking me out, I guess.”

Then I smiled and locked the door.

He dropped his jacket, walked towards me and kissed me on my frontal lobe. Then he hugged me and as his hands massaged my back my zip came down as well. He pushed the dress off my shoulders and stepped back. Once he did, I shook off the dress a bit and it dropped to the floor. He looked at my bare breasts and then my face.

“You are only wearing panties… no bra. I think my hard on just got harder.”

I smiled.

He sat on the couch and tapped the space next to him. I took off my panties, walked towards him and straddled him instead.

“You don’t get that much control… you have to share control.” I kissed him and he wrapped his arms around me.  He slid them down and he squeezed my ass softly.

I moaned in his mouth and I took my lips to his ears.

“Ah…” he went… that was his spot. I sat up so I could see his face… he was smiling with his eyes closed.

“You didn’t smile at my nakedness but lick his ears and he is grinning from ear to ear.”

“I smile when you are not looking. You just caught me off guard. Do it again.”

I bent with my lips towards his ears again and I went in. he dug his fingers into my back and I was grinding on him so hard I could feel his hard dick rubbing on my pussy. The sensation was great. Then my office phone started ringing. I got up and answered it quickly.

“Let me call you back please.”

Then I hung up. He came to meet me by the table and I sat down. He spread my legs and told me to call the person back.

“What?” I was confused.

“Call them back.”

I called my secretary back.

“Hello, yes you called…” and he sucked on my clit. “Ah!”

“Are you alright?” my secretary asked.

“Yes, yes.” I didn’t know if my yes’ were moans or an answer. I was struggling to make a comment but I couldn’t very well let my secretary know I was getting my entire pussy sucked by my married client.

“The man with you his wife is here.”

“I beg your pardon? His wife.” He slid his fingers into my wet pussy. Oh my! I covered my mouth with my hands before I screamed into the phone.

“She would like to talk to you.”

“Put her… oh… ermmm on the phone.”

“Are you sure you are ok.”

“Yes! Yes… I am” that one came out as a moan. I started to breathe heavy. I needed to scream. He was hitting every sensitive spot my sex had. His tongue swirled around my clit then he took it into his mouth in another suction. His wife starts talking to me, my mind was on fire.

“Hello madam, oh yes, oh yes… sure. You can come in, ok. Please… ah well… ermmm can I have a minute? Ok.” I covered every moan up with my words.

I dropped the phone and I held his head with both hands, his fingers driving into me and his tongue working my clit. My vibrations could have brought down the building. I held the edge of the tables and I released cum on his fingers. He took out his fingers and put his mouth in my pussy and swallowed my cum.

I fell on my desk.

“I believe my wife is here? Get dressed babe… we still have a session tomorrow.”

He was still proper and he sat down and crossed his legs. That hid his hard on. I gathered myself with the little strength I had, wore my clothes and I called my secretary to let her in.

I sat down like nothing happened and he looked at me and smiled.

When they left I canceled all my appointments for the next day and left one appointment from noon till closing time. I can’t believe I’m going to fuck one of this country’s most popular actors and get away with it but they all knew the actor, I believe I know the man behind the mask…

TO BE CONTINUED.

THE FUCK NERD...

If there is one thing I hate so much, it’s complaining about a problem more than once. I had been sitting in my office looking at this supposedly “fixed” computer shut down on me for the fifth time in an hour. If I was a computer whiz I would have fixed it myself. I had called on those geeks downstairs too many times to still be having the same issue and I was so sick and tired.

I walked out of my office that was on the 12^thfloor and took the elevator as fast as I could to the 5^th floor aka the geek floor.

I had never been there but why should I, my father owns this company. When I walked in there it felt different. They each had a cubicle to themselves while the VIP geeks got small offices. It was a nice set up but I was only thinking about slapping the geek who had fixed my still fucked up computer twice!

I noticed him in one of the VIP offices and I walked in. I slammed my hands on the table real loud and he just looked at me, emotionless.

“Why is my computer still malfunctioning?”

“I don’t know. I tried fixing it. I guess you should buy a new one.”

“So why the fuck did you not say so?”

“Because, I tried to fix it and I told you to let me know if it worked or not. Maybe if you weren’t on your phone while I was talking you would have heard. If you had called and said ‘not working’ I would have told you to replace the computer without you having to come here.”

I was so mad! He never said any of this shit he was saying now… the fuck is wrong with him. I wanted to argue but I left it be.

“Please get your ass to my office to get that computer out of there and replaced.”

He looks me straight in the face and for the first time I noticed, he wasn’t a bad looking kid at all. Nice bone structure and he seemed to have broad shoulders too. Wish he’d get rid of the glasses though.

“You know, contrary to how everyone else licks your ass, I’d rather not by telling you not to talk to me in such a rude manner.”

The impudence!

“Fuck you and fix my fucking computer.” I yelled and the other geeks walking around seemed to start looking in the office direction.

The geek gets up, goes to the door and closes it.

“Fuck you eh? If you want to be fucked you could have asked politely.”

What the… the fuck is going on here? All of a sudden he went from brains to brawn… what happened to the silent geek that fixed my computer this morning. But then I didn’t want my tingling clit give me away. This dude needs to be taught a lesson. He sat on his table facing me and I walk up to him and slap him straight across the face.

“How dare you talk to me in that manner? My father fucking pays your…”

And he seized the opportunity of the closeness to grab me and he started kissing me. I struggled and pushed him away.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked but he grabbed me again so hard and he kissed me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I was trying to struggle but I was losing the battle. I hadn’t fucked anyone in about 2 years. Who was I to say no?

He took his hand to my ass and gave it a squeeze. His other hand gave my nipples a swift pinch with his fingers. I regained consciousness when I heard voices on the other side of the unlocked door and I pushed him off me.

“Like I said, what the fuck are you are doing?”

“Oh, you were the one who brought up the fuck idea so I thought I’d help.”

He takes off his shirt and reveals complete and utter sexiness under. He tosses the shirt aside.

“You seem tense. I thought I’d let you release some steam on me. If you don’t want to you are free to go and I’ll come get your computer out of your office tomorrow morning. But if you want to have a fuck on this table, just lock the door and I’ll take over from there.”

I walk to the door and attempt to open it then it hit me, who else but my sex toys would cure the horniness his kiss caused. So I locked the door and turned towards him.

“Wow, you give in easy.” He had a dirty annoying but sexy ass smirk on his face.

“Look I haven’t had sex in years and you seem ready. I’m pissed off as fuck at you and I don’t mind as long as it won’t be said outside these four walls.”

“What if it happens in your office?”

“This is a onetime thing.” I folded my arms. Why was I here having this discussion. Like they say, agro na real bastard.

He walked towards me. He tucked my hair behind my ear.

“we could be fuck bodies. I’d always fix any computer problems you have. Deal?”

“you look shy but you are most definitely not.” This was a major turn on. I placed my hands on his arms.

“I am shy; I just seem to have some sort of confidence around you. What do you think?” He takes off his glasses and looks me in the eyes. I wanted to fuck him so bad now.

“yes.” I whispered.

He lifted my chin and kissed me so soft. He pulled me towards his body and I placed my hands on his chest kissing me back. I touched his nipple and moved my hand below to softly feel his dick though he was still wearing pants. I felt his dick twitch.

“oh now she’s confident. It seems I’m being too soft on you.”

He lifts me up over his shoulder and I control myself from fighting. He placed me on the desk, took off all my clothes and started looking through his desk.

“What are you looking for?” I asked him a little nervous.

“These!” and he brings out cables. He wanted to tie me up. Now I was seriously nervous. “Stand up and bend over the table and spread your legs.”

I bent over, laying my body, with my breasts pressed against the table and flinging my hands in front of me like I was bowing to a king. I was on the side of the table with a shorter width. He tied each of my legs to the feet of the desk and threw the cables under the table. He then tied my hands with the cables. If I pull my hands I feel t he tightness around my feet. I couldn’t move.

He brought out a tie from his desk and tied it around my eyes. Then he whispered into my ears.

“shhh. Remember that people work here.”

I was wondering what next he would do. I couldn’t see but I could hear him move around. I could feel my wetness dripping out of me.

I thought he was going to play with me but he knew exactly what I needed. A good fuck.

He jabbed his hard dick into my pussy and I let out a moan. I bit my upper arm to control myself. He stayed there for a while not moving. Then he took his dick out. I bit myself harder. He thrust his dick in again and he started moving very fast. Thrusting in and out with his whole dick going into my pussy. He took his dick out and rubbed the tip of his dick on my clit. He kept rubbing my clit very fast with his dick. My legs start shaking. I want to hold on to something but there is nothing to grab on to. I bite into my arm again so I don’t let out a loud scream and for the first time in my life it’s a full blown squirt.

I was weak and shaking and he kept rubbing his dick on my clit. I was still cuming when he thrust back into my pussy. I bit my arm harder; he seemed so controlled.

His dick was hitting the right spot every time he thrust into me. I started to shake again. I was going to cum and he knew it. He removed his dick from my pussy and untied my legs. I pulled my hands and the whole cable came out swinging from under the table. He turned me around with my back flat on the table. He threw my legs over his shoulders and held my nipples tight. He thrust into me hard and fast. I had to hold my mouth with my hands.

He was breathing heavy and thrusting in hard. Every stroke was bringing me closer to another mind blowing cum and the harder he thrust in the tighter his fingers were around my nipples.

He took my legs of his shoulders and I wrapped it around his waist. He placed his hand behind my back pulling my body to his body. I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him. He kissed me back probing my mouth with his tongue. His dick strokes were slow, romantic and oh so good but he had something in mind.

Without taking his lips from my mouth, he unwrapped my legs, placed his arms behind both my knees and lifted me off the table. His dick drove into.

“Hold on tight.” He whispered into my mouth and continued kissing me.

He thrust in harder and faster. I could feel his dick all in my pussy. He was moving faster, deeper, everything I had was going to explode out of my pussy. I needed to scream out but I couldn’t. I took my lips to his neck and when I knew I was going to erupt I bit hard into his neck.

“AH!” he screamed and pounded into me some more. I bit harder and I heard him groan. I felt the rumble in his chest. I was cuming, it was hard for me to hold on to him but I tried.

With about five more hard strokes he bit into my neck as well. And his dick twitched hard in my pussy. He sat down on the table and wrapped his hands around me as I straddled him. He bent his head to bite my nipples one after the other. I was breathing heavy. I needed this fuck at least three times a week.

“Next time, we’ll start with foreplay.” He told me casually.

We both heard the knock on the door and we start scrambling to wear our clothes as quiet as possible. We both look decent and he opens the door. A girl comes in.

“What took you so long?” she faded her voice down when she saw me. She was silent.

“Madam this is my girl… I mean she works down the hall.” Oh my goodness, they were definitely having some sort of romantic thing going on. I could feel it. I just fucked her man and I knew I was not going to stop.

“Look by tomorrow if my computer isn’t fixed, you’re dead.” And I walk out of the office, hiding a full blown smile under a tough face.

When I get to my office I realized I had left my cell phone on my desk, the amount of calls I would have missed. I had been gone for about thirty minutes. I looked up my emails and I see one from a Tunde Macaulay. A name I didn’t even recognize.

It read: “I’ll come over to your desk to fix your computer and my now ex-girlfriend found your thong on the floor. I’m keeping it.”

FIFTY SHADES OF FUCKERY...

I've been reading 50 shades of grey. Have you read that? Well, if you have you can understand how horny one could get just by a glance. Now my good for nothing fuck up of a husband is never around. He always had some sort of job to do and he’ll rather give me money than to give me a good fuck once in a while. So I used part of my allowance from my husband to buy the trilogy. As I finished the first book I called him.

“Bad news baby, I have to go to China to see our investors and suppliers. I left my card in my jacket on the chair in the bedroom. You know the pin. Buy yourself…”

Do you know how many times I had heard this speech? No wonder his first wife left him. I was left to masturbate like I have been doing for the past 6 months again but after reading this book, I wasn’t getting any satisfaction.

As fate would have it, my step son came back from school. I know what you are thinking. How dare you fuck you step son?! And why not! They are after all the same blood… just that one is younger hotter and all so damn fucking sexy!

I hadn’t seen him in over 2 years. He had been in the states, schooling. His father had missed his graduation and he asked me not to bother coming since his father couldn’t make it he decided not to attend. Both of us were products of abandonment by the same man. It was only a matter of time before we find solace in ourselves.

Anyways, his son, Ladi came home all grown up by the way. That scrawny kid that went to America returned a Christian grey (the hottest fantasy man… thanks to the book).

After my husband had let me know he wasn’t coming home as scheduled, I took to the second part of the book. Now I got to a point where I couldn’t hold myself. I put my hands inside my skirt and I started rubbing my clit. I put two fingers into my pussy to get the lubrication I needed so I can rub my clit with ease. I was thinking of the character in the book, tying me up and giving me the fuck of my life. I rubbed my clit faster and as I felt my orgasm at the tip of my sex, Ladi clears his throat loud enough for me to hear.

Shit! I had forgotten he was home and I was in the comfort of the very public living room. This book! I flushed, so embarrassed by this! I took my hands out and stood up. I walked out of the living room without looking at him. I saw him smile a bit. Bloody idiot! I slammed the door shut to my bedroom and laid on the bed faced down. The only thing that comforts me is my book so I better get to reading. I stretched to get my book then I realized I left it downstairs while doing my walk of shame. Double shit! I wasn’t going back down but I wanted that book and I needed to continue my touch touch.

While I was thinking of what to do, I heard a knock on the door. I was wondering who it could be. It was probably the cook wondering what I wanted to eat for dinner but he would call. I just opened the door without questioning who it was and I saw my book sticking into my room. I look up and see Ladi smiling.

“My girlfriend seriously loves this book but I always had to help her let off steam. I apologize on my father’s behalf and if there is anything I can do to help, please let me know.”

He dropped the book in my palm and walked away towards his room. I closed the door, laid on my bed and looked at the part I had stopped in the book. It was the continuation of a sex scene. I needed help. I went into the bathroom and took a cold shower to clear my mind. I laid on my bed naked but I had used the shower head to get my wank on but to no satisfactory avail. What was I going to do now and then I remembered Ladi’s offer. This was a wrong thought but my pussy twitching thought it was the best idea had had all day! I put on a robe and walked out of my room towards his.

My hand stalled at the door knob. I quietly opened it. He was asleep; it was so dark in the room. I walked over to his bed and he turned. I got scared and stopped but he was still asleep. Did I want to wake him up? I turned around to leave and as I was quietly opening the door to his room, some manly hands wrapped themselves around me and pushed the door shut.

“It seems I’m going to have to shove you a bit.” He whispered into my ear. My hands were trembling at this point. I couldn’t remember the last time I had an orgasm not of my doing.

“What do you mean?” I asked, curious but in a whisper.

“I pretended to be asleep thinking you would surprise me but it seems you need a little shove to get what it is you obviously need.”

My hands left the door knob. Ladi untied my robe and slid it off me slowly, brushing me nipples as he undressed me.

“Lock the door, mummy.” He whispered.

I wanted to protest and push him off then walk out but my body betrayed me as my hands locked the door.

He pressed me to his body and I realized he was nude and hard. Was he waiting for me?

“You caused the hard on about 30 minutes ago with that finger job you were giving yourself. How did you do that again? Hmmm…”

Before I knew what was happening he slipped his finger into my sex, delved into my pussy to get wet enough and started rubbing my clit. I placed my hands on the door for support and I let out a heavy moan.

“Shhh… people live here with us. We don’t want anyone thinking we are having an affair, do we?”

“Yes… ah!” it all came out in a moan.

Ladi took my nipple in his free hand giving it a sweet tug. Oh the pleasure was so much. I grinded on him with my bottom and he let out a heavy breath. I hadn’t lost all control.

He tightened his grip on my nipple and rubbed my clit faster.

“I want you to cum, mummy dearest. If you grind on me again I’m going to fuck you harder than anticipated and I need to cherish you. Stop it.”

“Ah! Oh…ah… kay…” I knew I was cuming and I tried so hard to hold on a bit longer but the whispering in my ears wasn’t helping matters. I bit my lip down as he rubbed faster and faster. I was on the verge and then it took over me. I came in his hands, melting away like butter in the hot sun.

“Good mama.”

I was weak. He lifted me in his arms. I threw my arms around his neck while he walked towards his bed. Before he put me down he kissed me. There was so much passion in this kiss. It didn’t seem like just a sex thing, it felt like we had feelings for each other. He laid me down gently and stood to admire me. For some reason I felt shy.

“For a woman your age, you look pretty awesome mummy. But then I have always thought you looked awesome. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I looked at him, the sincerity in his eyes and I wanted to please him. I sat at the edge of the bed and he stood still. He was in between my legs now. I wrapped my hands around his cock, his beautiful looking cock. I licked the tip with my tongue and I felt his cock twitch in my hands. I put the whole cap of his cock in my mouth and he put his hands in my hair. Then I took his whole cock in my mouth and held his butt cheeks for support. I squeezed his cheeks and pushed him so his cock delved deeper into my mouth.

I moved my head so his cock went in and out. He was moaning and he held my hair tight in a ponytail. He started swayed his hips slowly so his cock slid into my mouth. I squeezed his butt cheeks harder and started the deep-throat action on him.

“Ah mummy, I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing this. Stop. AH! SHIT!”

He melted into my throat and shuddered. His cock was twitching.

“One, one.” I said and swallowed.

“You agbaya!”

He bent over and flipped me with my knees. My back hit the bed, my legs in the air spread apart and his mouth went to my clit and he sucked on it.

“Ah!” his father was opposed to giving me a head. He said it was dirty. Well, like father, not like son.

Ladi let one of my legs fall on his shoulders as he put his fingers into my pussy while he was still sucking and licking my clit. I held the sheets tight because I couldn’t understand how anything could feel so good. My mind was going to blow. My orgasm was going to be massive and as I felt like the orgasm ripping me apart, Ladi dived into me with his cock.

Both my legs were on each shoulder. My knees were near my mouth. He rammed his cock into me with no mercy. I was reaching the orgasm level again. I could hear my wet pussy squish every time he rammed into me.

“You like that?” he asked me in a loud whisper.

“Yes, harder… ah!”

He took my legs off his shoulders and wrapped it around his waist. I held his neck and he kissed me. His rhythm was slow now. He was stroking my pussy walls with his cock very slowly and it drove me crazy because with every stroke I felt a certain pleasure that came in slow intervals.

“Please, fuck me harder.” I whispered, piercing my nails into his back.

“Ah!”

He shifted his weight and changed positions. I was straddling him. I moved up and down taking his cock fully into my pussy. As I was riding his cock diligently, he sat up to take my nipples one at a time into his mouth, giving it the soft bite. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling but apparently he could. He rested his back on the bed and felt him fold his legs up.

“You asked for this.”

He held my waist and began to pound his cock into me. I placed my hands on his chest and as braced for the ride of my life. He kept thrusting into me with his cock harder with each stroke. I was losing my mind. He was moaning out loud. I took one hand over his mouth and I was the only one moaning. I could feel my pussy wall clench tight. My clit was twitching, my legs were shaking. He kept pounding in hard. He wasn’t stopping.

“I’m cuming! AH!” And with the final thrust he tightened his grip on me and I dug into his skin with my nails again. We were both shaking and I fell on his chest.

He hugged me to him and I felt his cock flick out of my pussy. Wow! My own Christian Grey!

“Three, one.” He said. I laughed.

My husband came back two weeks later. I didn’t mind because he was traveling again in a day and Ladi decided that staying in Nigeria isn’t a bad thing at all… and I can’t blame him for such a beautiful thought.

MY HUSBAND, THE NEIGHBOR AND I

I was in a very awkward situation. I had just found out my husband, Taiwo, fucks some dirty whore on a regular and I was not having it. I had been tempted too but I controlled myself. My husband was my first and only. I married him at 22 and at 30 I had still not had sex with anyone else. It seemed I was the only one dulling myself. My bachelor neighbor – who is hotter that hell – was always winking at me and the likes. Now my husband noticed I smile at him a little more than usual so he asked me if I was fucking him while he was at work.

“Are you crazy? Of course I’m not cheating on you! He’s friendly that’s all!”

Taiwo let it go but now I know why I was being accused. I saw him with some little bitch walking out of a hotel giggling and holding hands. Really! The fuck! I gave him my virginity. Am I jumping to conclusions? Yes! I asked him where he had been all day and that hotel wasn’t added to the itinerary. He started coming home late, going out of his office for longer lunch meetings and all of that. My plan was to fuck the neighbor. If I’m fucking someone might as well be a hottie! So I started smiling more, wearing a push up bra when I’m going out and shaking my goodies past him anytime I see him coming out of the house. My husband noticed I was dressing sexier, wearing lacey underwear and all of that.

One day, I had an appointment at the passport office and I still wore sexy underwear under my jeans and shirt. He gave me the “side-eye”.

“Why are you wearing lingerie the passport office?” he sat on the bed knotting his tie. I smiled. He noticed and I do hope the jealousy kills him.

“I like sexy underwear. It makes me feel confident.”

“Really? Confident. Fantastic.” He got up and left.

I came back home like 2 hours later. My neighbor, Tony, was nowhere in sight. I decided to just go in and walk around in my lingerie, maybe he’s a peeping tom. I took off my clothes in the living room and I saw my black pumps in the corner; I wore them. Feeling sexy, I went upstairs to the bedroom. When I opened the door I saw my husband on the bed, sitting. What was he doing home?

“Wow! Nice! Very sexy. Who is this for because I don’t remember the last time you did this for me?” He had a smirk on his face.

“It’s not for you, it’s for me. Since you have a whore that gives you what I can’t I might as well take it upon myself to make me feel good!” I folded my arms across my chest. The nerve of this jealous twat!

“I’m sorry.” He stood up and walk towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Babe, I got a present for you though. You would love it.” I looked at his smiling face.

“As long as its love I’ll be fine. I don’t want those expensive gifts.” I gave him a pout. He smiled and immediately I saw the man I had married.

He walks towards the bathroom and knocks on the door. I’m wondering who could be in there or did he bring his bitch home? Does he want a threesome or what? Different thoughts were running through my head and I walked forward when the door opened.

My mouth dropped open and my hands flung to my side. I was staring at my neighbor Tony, naked with a bow on his dick. He wasn’t hard but it was quite a size to behold. What the fuck is Taiwo trying to do? I had to tap into my whole strength not to jump tony but focus on Taiwo and his stupid plan. I didn’t understand this!

“What the fuck is this, Taiwo?” my hands went to my side. I didn’t even care if I was semi nude.

“Look, I know you’ve never been with someone else, and I love that but I don’t cheat on you, I just have a sort of fetish.” Taiwo gave me a small shy smile.

“Fetish? I’ve been married to you for nearly eight years and you find today to tell me you have a sort of fetish! And what’s the fetish? Endowed men with bow-wrapped dicks?” I was livid. What the hell does he mean fetish?

“I told you she won’t understand.” Tony muttered. I was tempted to slap him but with his nudity, I might rub him like Halle berry rubbed the Oscar she won.

“Baby, listen to me. Please!”  Taiwo walked up to me putting his hands on my arms. There was one thing he knew, if he touched me I couldn’t resist because every part of me heated up with his touch, his scent, the thought of him doing things to me.

“Just listen to me. I love watching women get fucked. It turns me on. Big time! But then since I married you no one pleases me like you do, and I just want to see it once, just once.”

“See what once? Are you insinuating that this man in a bow should fuck me in front of you?” oh my goodness, I married a mad soul.

“It turns me on. Just the thought of it…” Taiwo grabs my hand and places it on his dick. I could feel the hardness form in my palm and I felt a tingle in my lower region. Was I getting excited because my husband seemed pleased? Then I looked at myself in the mirror. Did I just consider fucking another man in front of my husband? How does this work?

“Taiwo, I don’t think I can… I mean… I love that you are turned on but…” I looked at Tony and it seemed his cock had woken up half way. What a beautiful looking dick. I wouldn’t mind having a feel of it. Taiwo seemed to notice my looks and he was leaning on capitalizing on it. Was I going to let him talk me into this?

“Baby, just do it for me. Please baby, I’ll fuck you harder after.” He whispers that in my ear.

“What if you hate me afterwards? I’m scared.” I was so giving in. I was turned on by the idea myself. My husband watching me getting fucked, brains out and all, and fucking me after, wow!

“It’ll be fine.” Taiwo slid his hands into my underwear pulling it down to my feet. “Step out of it baby.” I do as he says, he flings my panties away. He unhooks my bra and slips it off my hands one at a time.

I was completely naked and he spun me so my back was on his chest and I was facing Tony, who was on the rise. Taiwo takes my left nipple in one finger, tugging it hard, I let out I moan. He slips his other hand into my sex, rubbing my clit.

“Put your arms around my neck baby.” I did that and closed my eyes. I felt my legs leave the ground; Tony had lifted my legs and spread them open (I still had my pumps on). I was suspended. Taiwo’s fingers started rubbing my clit faster.

“Ah!” I was building up so fast. I wanted to close my legs but I couldn’t, this was so hot! My whole being was coming out of my pussy.

“Cum for me baby. Let it go” I was going to let it go even if I didn’t want to. My whole body went into a convulsion. He didn’t stop rubbing it. My hands left his neck but he held me firmly with his hand around my waist. Tony held me well at my other end. Shaking and vibrating, I felt my release everywhere, even to the tip of my hair. Tony let my legs go gently but they were like jelly. Taiwo held on to me, smiling by my neck.

He kisses me and whispers “you’re going to love this. I know you will.” He places me sitting on the bed.

Taiwo goes to sit in the corner on the floor, like he was waiting for the premiere of his favorite blockbuster movie. Tony walked towards me and as he touched my legs I withdrew. Was I really ready for this? I was shy and Taiwo noticed.

“Do you need me to prep you or tony can do it all?” Taiwo asked me and I looked down at his hard bulge. He really was enjoying this! That made me happy. I never thought I was enough for him.

“Come and prep me babe, let tony watch. Then he can step in and finish the rest.”

Taiwo stood up and pushed my body on the bed. He pulled my legs and spread them high. My shoes were still on and facing the ceiling.

“Hold them there ok?” and I knew my legs weren’t going to move. He reached by the bedside table and brought out scissors. He snipped my lovely beautiful lingerie off.

Before I could protest, his fingers held my pussy lips open and his tongue was on my clit. He was licking and sucking; my legs couldn’t stay up anymore but I realized I couldn’t put them down. I saw hands from where my head was holding them in place. I knew they were Tony’s so I held the arms because I was gradually losing my body and mind control and I needed some form of reality to hold on to since all I felt was elevating pleasure. I started to shake and then I released it all. My backed arched up and then slammed back down.

Tony took the ribbon of his dick and used it as a blindfold. I was feeling more comfortable. I could do this; make my husband very happy by cheating… who knew.

I couldn’t see and I knew I was the only one on the bed. This scared me but aroused me as well. What was going to happen next? Was I going to get licked again? My legs were propped open and I felt my clit throb. I felt a man’s weight lay on me and before I knew it my nipple was in his mouth. My back moved from the bed again. I let out a moan because I wasn’t expecting it at all. This blindfold was driving me wild. His fingers went to play with my other nipple and I could feel the tip of his hard on by my clit, so I lifted my hip to rub on him more.

Suddenly I felt his dick hard on my clit rubbing. I clawed myself into his back with a loud moan. He kept my nipple in his mouth and his dick rubbing my clit. Too many sensations were in my mind. I felt an explosion coming on me; I was going to cum again. I held him tighter but like he realized I was going to he stopped the rubbing and thrust into me hard.

“Ah!” he started moving a little slow. I needed the speed, I wanted to cum again. “Please!” I whispered a plea out of my lips.

“Please what?” Tony responded.

Realizing it was him, shyness washed over me. I know what I need but can I tell his with my husband sitting in the corner?

“Baby what is it that you want Tony to do?” I felt Taiwo’s breath in my ear. A beautiful whisper.

Taiwo removed the blindfold and his head was upside down but he was looking into my eyes. It was like he saw my answers in there. His hands stretched forward till they were on my clit and he said to Tony “fuck her brains out.”

Tony pulled out and thrust in hard again and whined his hips while in me. I let out a hard moan because Taiwo was still rubbing my clit. Tony started to move and my hips followed his rhythm. He was moving faster and faster, not stopping. I was feeling myself build up again. The sensation was too much to bear. I begged again but I didn’t know why I was begging. Should they stop, go faster? What I needed was to cum.

Taiwo rubbed my clit faster; Tony moved faster holding my legs in place. I was cuming, I started shaking, and I felt it coming out of everywhere. Next thing I know I feel a rush through my body, like a tap. I was squirting. They didn’t stop what they were doing.  Tony went in harder hitting my pussy while Taiwo rubbed my clit faster. I tried to push them off me, the orgasm I was having didn’t need to be teased but they wouldn’t stop. I was crying now. The pleasure was more than I could bear.

Taiwo stopped rubbing and tony continued to thrust in and out. I felt another cum on the way and tony seemed to feel the same way. Thrusting harder into my pussy, I lifted my body up to hold him flinging my arms around his neck and wrapping my legs around him tight. Pushing and responding with every thrust he gave me. I was overcome with the urge to release myself again. How could pleasure be so cruel yet so good? My nails went into his skin and he held his breath

“Shit I’m cuming” tony said with one hand around my waist and the other holding the bed for support. He pushed my body down, laid on me and I came in an instant. I held the sheets now because my whole body vibrated into oblivion. After three more thrusts, he held my hands above my head and felt the pleasure of an orgasm.

Thirty minutes later, Tony had gone and I was still lying on the bed wondering what just happened. Everywhere was throbbing with pleasure. Taiwo came and laid next to me, his hand went softly over my nipple sending a jolt to me, then he kept going lower…

“Taiwo, I don’t think I have anything left…”

THE CASE OF THE EX..

My niceness was one of the first things people noticed about me. This was also one of the reasons people took advantage of me. Just recently my niceness led me to one of the most heartbreaking times of my life. I met Nedu two years back. It seemed my innocent ways had been the motivating factor for him. He was my first and only. One thing I knew was he was well endowed. One year and some months after we dated, Nedu told me he was tired of the relationship. I was the most shocked human being on earth. Just yesterday we were laughing and making love; today he doesn’t want me anymore. Two months later, Nedu was engaged. It wasn’t the engagement that hurt me more; it was who he was getting engaged to. Apparently, Nedu and my cousin, Vanessa had been dating and fucking even while I was his girlfriend. My own cousin! When I confronted her she told me: “if you had thrown away all this innocent rubbish you might learn to keep a man.”

The nerve of her! I wanted revenge, I had to get my revenge and it had to be sweet. I started watching porn. At first I would shy away from the television but I had to force myself to look at it. I watched different ones every day, read books and did all I needed to do to gain experience including sleeping with a random man I met at a bar. After two months, I decided I was ready; ready to get my revenge.

Vanessa was a careless person. she left everything lying around the house. Yes, Vanessa and I actually lived in the same house with my parents – the bitch right? She left the keys to her car in the bathroom, shoes in the kitchen and all sorts. I usually cleaned it up but this time I took the bunch of keys because I needed to get duplicates. After getting the keys I went to Nedu’s house. One of them would open the front door. I was right. One of them did. I went to his bedroom and set up the tiny camera I had bought, it was perfect.  I threw rose petals all over the place and placed my notes in strategic points between the front door and his bedroom. I laid on his bed with black lacy lingerie when I heard the roar of an engine. The special thing about the lingerie is it had a hole for easy access. You didn’t need to take it off to get a fuck. I heard the front door slam and by now he would have seen my first note that read:

“There’s something you want

Something I have

Climb the steps

But read the cards”

I was already wet thinking about him. He did me right but I was too naïve to understand it and too much of a novice to realize you don’t hold anything back when it comes to sex. He would have picked up the second card by now. Smiling and wondering how Vanessa was so thoughtful and creative. That’s why I typed the cards so he wouldn’t recognize the handwriting.

“There’s something you have

Something I want

I’m open and wet

Come on big boy”

I heard loud stomps but they stopped because he had gotten to the final card. By now he would be confused.

“I’m not the one you gave a ring too

I’m the one you should have

If you open the door to enter

You can’t leave until the fuck is over”

I felt like I should have waited for him to come in but I had so much confidence that Nedu would never pass up such an adventurous start. About a minute later, the door opened slowly and I spread my legs wide. All that shyness and the innocent feelings had left to fuel the power of my revenge. He entered the room and closed the door. Nedu dropped his jacket on the floor and looked at me with so much confusion.

“What’s going on? What are you doing here, what…” he was looking at my spread. I see, he noticed the hole. Was that perspiration I saw? Is that a bulge in your pants Nedu? I got off the bed, walk towards him and he moved back till his back hit the door. As I was walking towards him I removed my bra and threw it on the floor. When I stood in front of him my nipples were brushing his shirt.

“Are you trying to be an illusionist or you can actually walk through doors? I warned you not to come in unless you really want a fuck.” I stretched my toes and lick him slowly and softly from his neck till his jaw line. I felt him shiver a bit.

“I can’t do this Mariam, I’m engaged…and I…” I wasn’t having it. I took my hand over his bulge and started to feel him. He was hard and ready for action. This man would readily fuck three girls right now and still want more. He moaned a little.

“What Vanessa doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Come on and I’ll fuck you senseless then give you a fantastic brain.”

He looked at me shocked and I felt his cock twitch. I smiled knowing that this battle was all mine. Sometimes niceness doesn’t pay and right now I was getting paid. I was going to be a bad little girl and I would enjoy every bit of it. I pulled Nedu away from the door and I sat on the bed. He stood in front of me. “If you don’t want to do anything now is the time to say so.”

He didn’t make a move; he just looked at me like he was meeting me for the first time. Then I realized I was not the same girl he knew, I was the woman he was about to cheat on his fiancée with and I loved the feeling. I removed his belt, and pulled down his trousers. His boxers followed and it popped right in my face. He was a monster but I was going to eat this monster with delight. I held his cock in my hand, looked him in the eye and put the tip in my mouth. I was working my tongue in a circular motion and I decided to take it all. This was the deep throat skill I had learned from one of those videos. When I did that he placed his hands on my shoulders and gave me a “yes.” Oh that made me wetter. I held his balls in my hand giving it the occasional soft squeeze. I got a louder yes. I took his cock out of my mouth and put his balls there instead. I started sucking his balls one at a time while a hand job was going on.

“Ah Mariam! Right there… yes!”  I took his cock in my mouth again and he held my shoulders tighter, but what would I gain if he came now? Nothing! So, I gave one last throat fun and released his cock.

I stood up and in the same motion I took off his shirt. We were both naked only that I had my panties – with the peephole – on. He looked at me with so much hunger and then he smiled.

“I always knew you had it in you.” He kissed me so passionately and stuck his tongue in my mouth quick. We were tongue wrestling back and forth and he cupped my breast and gave my nipple a little flick. He knew that I was sensitive there, he used it advantageously. I let out a moan in his mouth and he released my lips and went for my ears. I took one hand to his cock giving him a little massage. He moaned into my ear.

He pushed me on the bed and knelt in between my legs. He spread them wide and did the one thing he never did throughout the period we dated. He sucked my clit. I had never felt such ecstasy. Till now, I thought this only happened in porn; boy, was I wrong. He licked and sucked until the vibration in my legs was felt by the tip of my hair. I knew I was going to explode and I didn’t know how to hold on to myself. I felt all my energy coming out but through my pussy and I didn’t want to stop it. I came so hard. While I was shaking from the strength of this powerful orgasm, Nedu took the opportunity to slip me one. He went in all the way with a jab. My eyes popped open, my back arched, I moved forward and wrapped my arms around him.

He was pushing his cock in so hard like he was the one out for revenge. I was grunting now because moaning was a stage I had far past. My nails dug into his back and the pain made him hit my pussy harder. I was about to cum for the second time but I wanted to cum on my terms. I used all the power I had to get his back on the bed. I was straddling him now and I wanted to show him what I’ve got.

I whined my waist and I swear I could feel his cock in my belly. Then I went up and down. He grabbed me by the waist pushing his massive monster cock into me with force and eagerness. I placed both hands on his chest pushing my pussy back at him. He was giving it his all, and I took it like a bad ass bitch.

“Yes Mariam, make me cum! Yes! Ah yes.” I kept my rhythm moving only a little faster. I could tell he was about to climax and that made me so hot on the inside. I wanted the orgasm to happen at the same time. I knew if I saw him cum I would not be able to hold it in. we were moving in sync, he was hitting my spot and I could feel myself dripping all over his cock. His hand tightened at my waist, he held it tight to the extent that I couldn’t move, lifted me up and like a machine, his strokes were harder and faster. At this point I let loose.

“Nedu! Oh shit, I’m going to cum, faster! Don’t stop, Ah!” he was going faster and his moans were getting louder and the next thing we both felt an eruption intertwining. My legs were shaking, his hand were weak. His cock was jolting on its own and my clit was twitching. This was the best sex in the world and everything had worked according to plan. I put my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. His cock still in my pussy.

The door opened and we both turned our eyes there. Had we been caught? Yes. Was that my plan? Yes. Before Nedu could react, I got up, picked up my trench coat on the floor, removed the camera from the corner and walked towards Vanessa – whose mouth refused to close.

“What is going on here Nedu? With Mariam? Ehn Nedu?” Vanessa asking while I was walking past her, she grabbed my hand and I pushed her, knocking her down. Nedu was on the bed still stunned to silence.

“Nedu is unavailable to speak as you can see, I just fucked him senseless.” I wore my trench coat. “By the way, I threw the innocent act away but you can keep him since you want him so bad.” I walked out of there feeling like a superstar.

Vanessa called off the engagement and cancelled all wedding plans for the future. Nedu called to beg but after that revenge fuck, I don’t think he has anything I want again or does he?

THE BLUE SPARK

Isn’t it crazy how you marry a superhuman and years down the line, he becomes ordinary. You stay up late wondering when and why things have become this way. I have been married to my  husband for over 4 years. We have a child together; everything is great, or let me say it appears so to observers.

When we were newly married, we used to have sex all the time, but all that stopped when I gave birth to my  baby girl who will be 2 years old in 2 months time.

My husband is a wonderful man by all standards, he cares for the family, he spends a lot of time with his daughter, we go out on family dinners, we’re generally happy but for me. I don’t know how to complain to a man who has provided almost everything for me. Sex is always great with him just that most times I don’t reach my orgasm, he leaveme high and dry.

I’m one of those ladies that always want to look the best for my husband, I go the gym virtually every morning, my body is still firm, the young boys in my bank can’t get their eyes off me, they often drop compliments but I know they wanna fuck me.  My boobs aint saggy and my ass is still perfect semi circle. I’m always proud to wake up every morning because I’m a mum and guys still want to fuck me.

Everyone wants to fuck me except my husband. No, let me rephrase the last part. He wants to fuck me, but just isn’t interested in the sex anymore after he cums. All he does is cuddle while I’m still horny as hell.

Who does that?? I have always tried to drop a hint instead of directly complaining about this. He does as if he didn’t receive the hint at all. However, all that was about to change. Nothing prepared me for what I experienced last night.

I got into bed before my husband after spending time with my daughter, taking a bath. He joined me, trying to form a conversation but I wasn’t interested in any of that, I was too tired for talk. I suspected he wanted sex that night but I wasn’t in the mood for his one minute show. I didn’t even bother to ask how his day went. I was about to cut him off when he started to touch me but remembered we hadn’t had sex in like 5 weeks.

He began to kiss me and I kissed him back. I tried to remember the old times we had crazy sex, so I would be wet. It worked. The kiss took longer than expected which was a surprise. He doesn’t kiss me for this long before shoving his dick into me, I just calmly enjoyed it. The kisses became longer and he was fondling me with his hands strolling down my coochie. He stopped and removed my nightgown.

I thought to myself, Surprise! Surprise!!! His usual self is back, I obliged him as well but then he didn’t put his hard dick in yet, he still continued smooching me. I was loving it, everything about it, also hoping for when he’ll draw a curtain on all this and use his dick.

The smooching continued as he laid me back on the bed, his lips moved from my lips, planting soft kisses on my neck, shoulder, chest and his lips came to my boobs. He licked and sucked my nipple while squeezing my other boob hard. It felt just like it used to before we had our daughter.

Not wanting to be outdone, I began to caress his head (he’s bald and he loves when I do it) as he sucked on my nipples, his hands rubbing my other boobs, he took the other nipple between his fingers and rubbed them. Pleasure began to creep through my body. ‘He clearly still remembers how to please me’, I thought.

His hand left my boob and he dipped his finger into my mouth and I sucked on it like it was a dick, making sloopy noises till he was so hard that he could hardly contain himself.

He removed his hand from my mouth and trailed his finger from my mouth down to my pussy that was already wet. He rubbed my pussylip with 2 fingers in a circular motion, I arched my back as his fingers delivered pleasure into my body, i pushed my pussy towards his finger. His head still on my chest as he continued sucking my nipples. I pressed my other hand against his hand, assisting him to pleasure me, his pace around my pussy increased.

Playfully, he inserted his finger into my pussy.

Oh Lawd!!!!

I was wet beyond control, It was like a fountain down there, first finger went in, second finger went in, I was beyond control, my hands went to his side, I began rubbing his thighs, dipping my hands into his brief, holding the monster in my hand, rubbing the shaft of pleasure.

His mouth left my nipples and trailed down his tongue to my pussy, he used his fingers to push my pussy lips aside to reveal my clitoris, then he began to torment me, his tongue began to tickle my clit, rubbing it back and forth, flickering his tongue over it. I hadn’t  felt like that in a long time.

My moans became louder, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Oh Shit!!!

He began sucking my pussy, finger fucking me, I sat up as he continued bombarding my pussy, he pushed my back to bed, he continued to torment me ,He finger fucked me till I climaxed for the first time in over 2 years. I felt I was going to die from so much pleasure in one night.

He noticed how flooded my pussy was, removed his mouth and yanked off his boxers, freeing the monster, I wanted to suck the monster, as he stood in front of me, I want to grab his dick and suck him a little but no, he pushed me back, spread me back into the bed good, raising my knee, I created enough space for him between my legs.

He inserted his dick into me, I cant remember when last time his dick felt this good inside me, he began fucking me.

He continued to fuck me, I held his waist as his strokes increased. I could feel him push till all that was left outside were his balls.  My husband had turned into an animal and I loved  it.

His dick began to probe further in, going into places it hadn’t for the past couple of years, I held his waist while I kept my legs far apart from each other, he brought out his shaft, my cum made it look like a mess, shining all around. He held it before me, sweating as my eyes were half open, he kept smiling, stroking his own dick.

All I could mutter out was ‘Baby!! Baby!!!’

I was barely audible, second orgasm of the night, I thought he was about to cum, but he wasn’t. he was beaming with confidence, holding his own shaft infront of him, I laid there wondering where the one minute man went or what caused this change, was it Viagra, or those crazy things those young boys drink these days, Alomo, Ogidiga, Pelebe???

All I wanted to do was enjoy this. He continued stroking his already wet dick right infront of me and all I could say was “more… more”

I was tired but I still wanted more of it, he pulled me up and I turned around, positioned myself in a doggy style. I wanted to see the end of this. He slowly inserted his dick into my pussy, pushing it down to the limit, a gasp escaped from my mouth, he took it out completely and put all of it back in, hitting my uterus in the process, then he began to slowly fuck me, grabbing my waist, pulling me into himself, the tempo began to increase, as the deep strokes hit me hard, I pulled the bedsheet into my fist drawing them in, scattering the neatly laid bed. He began fast strokes, my favorite, in my laziness, I continued to cry, a mixture of pleasure and pain, this sex must result in a pregnancy, that was a loose thought in my head.

Oh Yes!!!!!

It felt so good, that I couldn’t hold myself up in the doggy style, I packed the pillows and stuffed them underneath my belly. Arching my waist up as I completely collapsed on the bed, I made sure my collapsed body didn’t affect his massive appetite for sex tonight.

The pounding continued, but the doggy style had evolved because I was lying on the bed, face down, ass up in the air, he continued pummeling my pussy, the force he used in the doggy style was more than the missionary style.

His jerks were becoming faster, I just laid there enjoying the whole thing, my pussy was finally getting the kind of treatment it deserved and finally feeling like a complete woman, his jerks became erratic as his cum approached, he shoved his dick to the extreme end of my pussy and blasted his semen deep inside me.

I hope 9 months later, I deliver a bouncing baby boy. He went to get a shower, he tried to talk me into another bath, the only time am getting out of this bed is tomorrow morning.

My smile this morning on our way to work was warm, It was as if I was lighter on my feet, I can’t believe I’m rubbing his crotch while we were driving, we’re married, we’re allowed to do whatever we like. I felt like a teenager with her new boyfriend, hopefully, my superman is back.

MY DAYO..

I really hated the staff retreats. It was a bother to my time and my person in general but being the only manager and woman in my team, I had to go. The guys were having the best time of their lives but no one dare talk to me. As their superior and a woman, I had learned to be tough. I did not want any disrespect of any sort. This worked so well for me until we hired Dayo.

Dayo was a good-looking, dark skinned not too built, sexy man. He was the kind of man that would attract me and set my body on heat every time I laid my eyes on him. The special turn off was his attitude. Dayo was very cocky. Knowing how fine he was and how much girls from the other departments at work wanted him, he was so proud. He would verbally disobey my direct orders with a smile or a wink but at the end of the day, whether doing it my way or his; he got the result I wanted. He was an asset to the office but a liability to my body because anytime he came close, his smell drove me insane. His big hands got me thinking about what he could do, what he could grab; how I would feel if he inserted just two fingers into my pussy. The wet thoughts I had made me be overly harsh towards him.

Now we were all in the retreat and everyone was picking roommates. As the only woman and their superior I was entitled to my own room. Until the receptionist slapped me in the face with her words

“We do not have any extra room madam”

“What?” I was totally confused. My secretary had booked a separate room for me. I was sure of it. Would I have to share a room with a man? I didn’t think so. “Who doesn’t have a roommate?”

Dayo put his arm up. All I could think was anyone but him. We never got along and the pheromone he released was exactly what triggered every sensitive spot I have but I was his superior.

“Does the room have two beds at least?” I had to make sure.

“Yes, it does. It is a full suite with a living room, bath tub, shower and a kitchen area.” The receptionist made me so relieved. If there was any problem, I could kindly ask him to sleep on the couch or take the couch position myself.

Throughout this confusion he didn’t say a word. He just whispered with the other guys and they would occasionally laugh. I figured they were making fun of me but I had to be professional.

“Can everyone go to their room; I’ll have to sort out some few issues down here.”

They all collected their keys and left. I signed a few papers and went up to my room as well.

When I opened the door, my heart was beating so fast. Dayo was seated on the couch with all of his bags.

“Is there a problem with the room?” I asked to seem concerned at least.

“No, I just thought I should probably take the living room space. The shower is out here and the bath tub is in there.”

“Great!” I walked into the room and shut the door. How I was going to cope was still a mystery to me. I mean I hadn’t had sex in over three years and I felt like a virgin. Knowing there was a sexy man in the same room as me was a complete turn on. But at least I have my rabbit; there’s nothing like having that special battery operated boyfriend to calm your nerves when the real thing seems unavailable.

There was a knock at the bedroom door after like 30 minutes.

“Yes?” I answered warily. Was he trying to hit on me? Was he as horny as I was? I didn’t know.

“I’m going to sleep. Goodnight.” That was all he said and I was heartbroken. I was hoping he was checking to see if I was asleep so he could take me and I could act like I didn’t want it but he didn’t need to rape anyone. A snap of those sexy fingers and women will be falling at his feet begging to be fucked.

“Goodnight.” That was all my voice could carry.

I waited for about an hour, turned the TV up louder than normal, laid down in the nude on my bed and brought out my rabbit BOB. I put the vibration to the highest because I was too wet to take the slow angle. I slipped it into my pussy and I arched my back. The vibration touched my clit with so much force I let out a moan so loud I had to hold my hand over my mouth. He was fast asleep anyways so he couldn’t have heard that. I continued to push my BOB in and out, my breathing got too heavy even for me. I could feel Dayo’s arms around me. I felt like it was his dick in me right now. I wanted to wrap my legs over his waist and not ever let go. I could feel every wall I had shattering, this orgasm taking over me was new.

“I never knew you masturbated”

I hadn’t noticed the TV was off. I was paralyzed with shock. I sat up and looked at Dayo with the BOB still vibrating away in my pussy. He walked towards me, spread my legs and slowly removed the BOB from my pussy. I moaned softly but I was still looking at him. He was wearing nothing but skin. I felt my eyes were about to cum because there was nothing more satisfying to me than this.

“Wow, I never knew you could be speechless” Dayo said. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and knelt down in front of me with my legs still spread. “I know you love giving me orders but today take the orders from me.”

Before I could utter a word, I felt his tongue on my clit and the flame I had been holding back just burst out. I didn’t want to moan and I held little bit of control I had. He started sucking my clit and he put two fingers into my pussy. I was holding the bed sheets but then I had to hold his head. He kept sucking hard, licking soft and pushing fingers into my pussy. The thought that it was him just made me my mind run around in circles. He lifted his head and my body jolted into another shock. Why had he stopped? Did I do anything wrong? His fingers were still in there so why not his mouth?

“I know you are enjoying this, but help a brother out.” He stood without taking his fingers out and leaned over me. He kissed me with so much passion, released my lips; licked my ear and then he whispered to me: “I’m going to suck you till you pussy begs me to stop and from the looks of things, i believe your pussy doesn’t talk. Please boss, moan for me. That’s a command.” He raised his head, looked me in the face like he could see my soul and I nodded. I would release myself.

He went back on his knees and put his mouth on my clit and sucked it even harder. Then I had no choice than to obey his command because he had taken over me completely. I was his slave and he was “Dominus” over this body. I moaned like I had never moaned before. I could feel my juices overflowing. I was going to cum.

“I’m cuming! Oh my! I’m cuming! Please! ” I wanted to beg because I was having an out of body experience. My legs were shaking, my body was vibrating, my clit was pulsating and my hands were clutching anything I could grab. I held his head hoping that the feeling I had would change; nothing changed but more pleasure. I wanted to beg again but I couldn’t and then the whole feeling rushed through me and I felt a sense of release in my pussy.

Dayo’s mouth left my clit but his fingers were moving faster.

“Cum for me baby!” and I squirted it all out, vibrating like I had 10,000 watts of electricity shot through me.

I felt weak. I knew I didn’t have anything left but it seemed he knew there was more.

“Boss, look at me.”

I tried to sit up and when I eventually did, my face was right in front of a dick that has nothing less than the strength of five days. I pushed myself backwards on the bed because some sort of fear took over me. Was I going to let this massive cock delve into me and hit me hard? Yes, I was but I was trying to come to terms with it. He followed me, kneeling on the bed and held me quickly before I fell on the other side.

“Let me love you. Please.” Dayo said it with the softest voice in the world. He laid on top of me, spread my legs and I could feel the tip of his cock in my pussy. “I’ll be slow and sweet but I can’t guarantee that throughout. Hold me tight.”

I wrapped my hands around his neck and as I wrapped my legs around his waist, his cock went in fully and I let out the loudest moan in the world. He pushed in and out slowly, licking my ear, kissing my neck, stroking softly until his teeth caught my nipple. He bit one and placed the second nipple in between his thumb and index finger. The feeling was driving me too crazy but I held my moan so the neighbors don’t hear me scream.

“You are so tight” he whispered in my ear. “I need to move faster, but you have to tell me if not I’ll stop”

STOP! No way was I going to let him stop! Never! My brain and pussy started yelling say ‘fuck me faster’ now but my mouth was still in shock to move. The stroking stopped and the realization hit me. I needed to speak and I needed to speak now.

“Please Dayo, fuck me.”

“How would you like it?” he asked me.

“Fast and hard.”

He starts to move with slow strokes.

“Like this?” he asked with a grin, he was taunting me. He wanted to break every barrier of superiority I held over him but I had no choice, I had to let him.

“Faster please.” I said it as low as I could. He moved faster but not fast enough.

“How about that?” he asked again. This time around I had to scream it.

“Please fuck me harder and faster! Please!” he stopped moving and looked at me then he smiled. This wasn’t the taunting smile or the evil grin. It was a smile of satisfaction and admiration. He leaned forward, towards my ear and his breath softly caressed my ear.

“Boss, with the greatest pleasure.”

Dayo pulled out of my pussy and I groaned in despair.

“Don’t go…” I started to protest but he smiled

“I’m not going anywhere Boss; I just need you to do one more thing for me.”

“What more do you want from me. I’ve begged you to fuck me harder. I want you to fuck my brains out! Please!”

“I want to fuck you hardest but not on this bed.” He stood there with his hands on his waist and his cock staring at me in the face

“Where then?” I asked swallowing hard.

He walked around the bed, while my eyes followed him. He pulled the curtain back and opened the sliding door. He stood on the balcony, turned around and smiled.

“Come out here baby, I want to love you out here” he stretched his hand forward, inviting me to him. I felt love but I also felt my clit and pussy throb. I got up and walked towards him. He hugged me, spun around and told me to hold the railing.

I arched my back, while he put the tip of his beautiful cock at the entrance of my warm and wet pussy and I thought I heard him say get ready but no matter how much I prepared myself it wasn’t enough. He pushed his cock in so hard I felt I was going to fall off the balcony. The strokes were fast and not slowing down. I could hear my pussy begging for his cock and he was responding to every call with every stroke. He was hitting spots that were greater than the G. I was moaning so loud and I couldn’t stop.

“If you keep moaning like that, the whole hotel will hear you.” He said but I couldn’t hold back. There was no way I could hold back. His cock wasn’t throwing that option to me. The only option I had with every stroke of his hard throbbing cock was ‘scream harder.’

He pulled out, turned me around and carried me up on the railing.

“Wrap your legs around me and your arms around my neck.”

I obeyed immediately and he pushed in again. He held the railings and started pounding, this time around he was moaning with me and I couldn’t help but be more turned on. He was strong and I was taking all his strength in stroke by stroke. I didn’t want him to stop but I knew we both didn’t have much longer before we climaxed.

My legs started to vibrate again and I felt his rhythm increase and the railing was shaking. He was hitting it twice as hard. I could feel me dripping and every part of me began to shake. His mouth went straight for my nipple and as he bit it I could not do anything but erupt in another over the top squirt. His mouth left my nipple and his hand held my erupting body. He lifted me without pulling his cock out of me, put me on the bed and continued to pound my orgasm out of me until I squirted again and he released everything inside of him.

He collapsed on me with a heavy sigh and I held him tight. I didn’t want him to go anywhere. I wanted him to stay here just like this forever.

It’s been two years since that retreat and Dayo and I still make the hottest porn video look like amateurs. I also have a fantastic bling on my left hand.

JANET PLEASE...

I hated knocking. Anytime I had to knock I always wondered why people didn’t get door bells. My friend, Janet opened the door.

“This is a surprise.” She said.

“I was in the neighbourhood and there’s traffic so I decided to use you.” I entered and closed the door.

I was frustrated a bit. My boyfriend and I had called it quits, my job was annoying me and my mother was slapping marriage pressure on me every day. I needed to just escape.

Janet sat next to me.

“Stop thinking about your life like it’s the end. Good things can still happen. Let me get you food okay?”

I just nodded. Janet was lucky. She had a husband. She was now my benchmark in my mother’s eyes. She was nice enough to stop visiting as often because anytime she did, my mother didn’t hesitate to speak her mind about my single life. She also didn’t waste time comparing us.

“My husband travelled today. Why don’t you just sleepover? Your mum will still wake you up about husband no matter how down you are.” I laughed. She was right.

We watched TV and cracked open a bottle of wine. We were drinking, gossiping, laughing at so many things. Then my phone rang. I looked at the screen and it was my ex. What did he want? I flung the phone aside and downed my glass.

“Do you know what he might want?” Janet asked.

“Yes. Me.” I poured myself another glass and downed that too.

“Are you sure you don’t want to give it another try?” Janet asked seriously concerned.

“I lost my boyfriend and my cousin at the same time. If I take him back, I will have to go to my cousin’s house and forgive her as well. I cant do that right now. I would fuck him though. I am so horny.”

Janet hugged me.

“You know what? Let me give you a full body massage!”

“What?” Janet was nuts but what the hell.

She went into her room and came out with a full bottle of body oil.

“You mean business o!” I was laughing.

I took off my dress, I was in underwear. I laid on my back and she began the massage. It felt relaxing. My mind was at ease for the first time in a long time. I kicked back enjoying her hands on my back and then…

“What the…”

Janet was rubbing my clit with her fingers. It took a few seconds for me to move out of shock but I had to. I got up and moved away from her.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I was confused.

She moved closer to me, I moved back till I hit a wall. She came close till she was knelt right in between my legs.

“Jane, what are you doing?”

“Relax.” She said as she rubbed her palm lightly across my bra. I shivered but I didn’t know what to do. She kissed my cheek, then my neck. She licked all the way down to my nipples. She got to my navel and I got really nervous.

“Janet, this is…”

“Shhh. It’s our first time. Let’s just try.”

She pulled me away from the wall and lifted my legs up and apart.  She pulled my underwear to one side.

Then she dug in to eat me; lips on my pussy lips and tongue on my clit. How was I going to push her away when I knew I wanted this? It didn’t matter how I got the pleasure but how good the pleasure I was getting was. I was trying hard not to moan but she kept looking at me as she sucked my juices off my clit. I held myself, not moaning, then she put two fingers into my pussy and I couldn’t hold on any longer. I threw my head back in a grunting moan. I spread my legs wider so she could suck me harder and dig in deeper. I never knew getting head could be this fantastic until now. She ate me out better than anyone I have ever been with. She knew what to do. She knew what to do. It wasn’t even a minute and I could feel the pressure. I was about to cum all over her mouth and fingers.

Then she stopped.

I was in mid moan when the pleasure just stopped. I looked up at her. Why did she drag me into this if she knew she was gonna stop?

“Now you’re moaning I don’t want to do it anymore but you can bet.” She said with a smirk.

“beg?”

She laid down flat on the floor.

“If you beg, I’ll let you sit on my face and ride it like they do in porn.”

I felt my pussy drip.

“Please.”

Then I started to really beg. Please Janet. I couldn’t believe it but I wanted to ride her face. I was so turned on. I needed her, I wanted her to keep eating me. I felt so dirty but so good at the same time.

She looked at me and called me over with her fingers.

I walked towards her and I stood over her head. I looked at her and she looked at me. She stuck out her tongue and I knew what I had to do. It was a fast descent. It was a magical descent…