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.