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Legend Of The bleepers by Pascalblinks: 1:58pm On Mar 07, 2017 |
LEGEND OF THE bleepers PART 1 (Completed) . s*x AND TEENAGERS Children’s day was celebrated this week. I did my morning routine as usual; dressing up for work and wondering why the federal government didn’t declare the day a public holiday. It would have saved me the stress of going to work today, and would have made my girl stay back and not rush off back to school. She had come to spend the weekend with me, like she does most times. She had to go back to school for Monday morning lectures, and I will be alone again until another two weeks or so. I rushed through the morning headlines with my phone, and read about the first lady’s speech about ending teenage pregnancy and educating the girl child. The headline struck me and I had to read the full speech. It was a nice speech, articulate and full of bright ideas and solutions. It addressed the problems of the girl-child; kicking against teenage pregnancy. The article tried to discourage teenage s*x, highlighting the dangers therein. But I noticed something was amidst; either ignorantly or knowingly – the teenage girl was painted as being venerable, naïve and pliable. I believe the article seek to address girls within the age limit of thirteen to nineteen; these are the teenage girls, most of which are still at senior secondary schools, while some are either trying to gain admission into the higher institutes or are freshers at higher institutes. Reading the article that morning, I began to see areas where the article erred and where it needed amendment. Either the media and publicity crew of the first lady were myopic, or they were trying so hard to pass out a wrong message. They made the teenage girl look innocent and naïve; like they were victims of a harsh machismo. The truth, as it was not represented on that speech was that most of these teenage girls are eager to experiment with s*x. They are far more exposed than we would want to agree. Some of them have engaged in so much s*x-capades that the experience they’ve garnered from such adventures will make a full-grown adult blush. As I read through her speech that morning, I recalled my experience with a teenager; not just one teenager, but two. The crazy things we do! I thought to myself. There are stuffs I wasn’t proud of, there are those I would love to erase totally. Inasmuch as I felt it was wrong, it was one of the most memorable s*x-capade I’ve had. Not-too-long Ago. . . I came across a lot of teenagers during my service year. I was doing a part time with an all Girl’s secondary school, and I was teaching their senior students Further Maths and Technical Drawing. I saw it as normal when the girls became close to me. The principal had earlier explained to me that the school had found it difficult to get a F/maths teacher ever since the last corper finished his service year. The students were very willing to learn, and soon, I developed a cordial relationship with them. I ensured I maintained the relationship at a cordial level, but it seems it was an impossible deal. Staying alone at the science lab where I used as my office, the students gather around me using one pretense or the other; mostly for me to help solve one problem or the other for them in relation to their studies. When the cordial relationship I had with them started becoming an object of controversy as most of them skipped classes just to stay with me at the lab, I started removing myself from them. I relocated my office to the staff room and came to the lab only when it was time for my classes. But I had already built a strong rapport with the head girl; Omore. She was almost the prettiest in the school; and she was the principal’s daughter; and the head-girl of the school. I have a weakness for smart and intelligent girls, this was how I became endeared to Omore. She asked intelligent questions, she hardly misuses her time. She’s always bringing one case or problem for me to help her solve, either in mathematics, physics, chemistry, f/maths and other sciences; except Biology of course, which was my worst subject. Even while I relocated to the staff room, Omore didn’t decline in coming to my corner, with calculator, textbooks and jotter. Of course the teachers spied on us, but soon lost interest as it was crystal clear that we were solving problems. When the teacher, whose desk and corner I was occupying temporarily at the staff room returned from her maternity leave, it was imminent that I had to return to the lab. Returning to the lab made the students to start coming closer to me once more, but this time around, I was stricter. I told some of them off and told them to come only on break time. But it was almost impossible to stay away from Omore. After I had returned to the lab, we started staying together more often. Other students wondered why I don’t tell her off the way I used to do to them, and soon, it was concluded that I was her boyfriend, and they let us be; all of them but one; Sandra Ekhana! Sandra was an arts students so she normally doesn’t have a reason to be at the lab. I took notice of her during the march-pass rehearsals for the October 1st independence day march-pass. We, the corpers at the school were given the mandate to train the school’s marching team and prep them for the upcoming event. So we did our rehearsals during break time. She was the head of the marching team, and was good at it; so I made her the commander. Sandra looked a bit older than her mates. She had well-advanced features; full bossoms, round hips, big thighs that you can almost see her stretch marks at a glance. She was very direct in speech and acts a lot matured. I noticed something about her too; she was sexually active; very active! It wasn’t rocket science. After few days of being familiar at the marching ground, we became a bit closer. She started coming to the lab once in a while; and most times, would demand that I buy things for her for the break. Omore noticed the new enemy encroaching into her territory and decided to protect her territory from the alien intruder. One afternoon, she told me some things about Sandra; things I didn’t find hard to believe; things I had noticed earlier. “Sandra is a sl.ut.” she told me one afternoon. I pretended to be surprised at this. I knew Sandra was sexually active, but didn’t believe she was a s*x-freak; I believed Omore was just exaggerating issues. “She sleeps with guys in town. I even heard that those mallams beside the mosque sleeps with her.” She said. It was obvious she was trying hard to paint Sandra in a bad light. In her innocent mind, exposing those flirtatious attitudes of her rival will make me abhor her; she was wrong. Her expository remarks of Sandra made me more keen to get a piece of action. “I also heard she sleeps with two guys at the same time, and uses her mouth on them. . .” she said, blushing at the comments she just made. She couldn’t garner the courage to use the word “blow-j.o.b”. Her comments about Sandra did not discourage me from her, rather, it made me excited whenever I saw Sandra; that was how my evil mind started making fantasies; wondering how it will be to get a piece of her ar’se. My emotions must have betrayed me one of such days as I sat talking with Sandra. I was so lost in my fantasies, staring blankly on her bossoms, wondering how it will be when those uniforms are let loose; I could almost see the hard Tips thru the clothes like my eyes were fitted with x-rays. She noticed what was happening. It was easy for her as my dckkk was already pushing hard on my jean trousers. When, all of a sudden I got a hold of myself, I saw her staring down on the thick bulge in-between my legs. I used the text book to cover the bulge, out of reflex and she laughed. I was embarrassed, but didn’t try to cover my shame. I gradually removed the text book as she rested her eyes once more on the bulge on my trousers, using one hand to cover her mouth in mockery, like she was about screaming. “Woww!!!” she exclaimed. “What?” I asked smiling. “It looks huge!” she said, then started laughing. “Uncle we have furthermaths!!” The ss1 class captain called from the window. I didn’t know it was time for end of break. Ss1 students were not allowed into the lab, so I taught them in their class. I told the captain I was coming and she left. I needed to arrange my dkk before it embarrasses me further. “Oya! Bad girl! Go back to your class!” I said to Sandra as she continued her laughter. “You need to poor cold water on it!” she teased me. I reached for my cain and she ran to her classroom. . . When Sandra volunteered to come to my house during the weekend, I agreed. I didn’t give it a second thought. I had been battling with myself all week after the episode at the lab. Seems my mind was split into two; each opposing the other on the idea of inviting her over. I kept arguing with myself over the week, trying hard to resist the temptation of inviting her over. Deep down in me, I felt it was wrong, although my spirit was willing, the flesh was weak; so weak that I feared what I might not stand the temptation. I was right, I couldn’t stand it. I made a solemn declaration; that I wasn’t going to invite her to my house. I insisted to myself that I was going to stand firm to my decision. Then she asked, and I said she can come! Damn me! I thought to myself. Not your fault, she invited herself, you didn’t.- said the loud voice in my head. I had to agree with it. I asked how she was going to make it, since she lived with her parents. She said her cousin schools at the polytechnic, and that she usually spends some days or weekend with her. The night she was supposed to come, I was not around. I had gone on an impromptu outing with my neighbor and her friends. She had invited me to her birthday which I missed; and to make up for it, I proposed to take her out together with her friends that same evening. So when Sandra called, I was at the joint. I managed to pick the call and told her I wasn’t around. The next week at school, she told me how disappointed she was. She said she had already perfected her lies and plans and it worked, only for me not to be around. I didn’t border explaining stuffs for her. I had a bitter experience with my neighbor and her roommate that weekend. I slept with their friend after the outing with them that night, and they wanted to tear the girl apart. It caused a scene and I tried to handle the matter maturely. After the incidence, I started losing interest in Sandra. She must have noticed it as she stopped coming to me often. I started telling her off and resumed spending quality time with Omore. Finally, the weaker part of me was winning the war; the spirit is becoming stronger than the flesh: Allelujah!!! Omore knew I was recently close to Sandra. She asked why I was detesting her all of a sudden and I told her I wasn’t detesting Sandra. She looked at me like she doesn’t believe what I told her. “Its normal for guys to detest girls after sleeping with them.” She said. Her comment caught me off-guard. She actually thought I slept with Sandra and as had dumped her. “My mum told me that anytime a guy sleeps with you, he takes back his missing rib from you and will have no need for you again.” She said to me, this time around, I was dumbfounded. I wanted to deny sleeping with Sandra but I couldn’t. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. “Why do guys act like that?” she asked. I blinked twice in quick succession like something just fell into my eyes. She was really sure I had slept with Sandra. “Who told you I slept with Sandra?” I finally managed to ask her. “It’s the gist in the network.” She said to me. By network, she meant the cycle of gossips going around the school. If I and Sandra had made the morning gossip network of the Girls secondary school, there was no way I was going to prove I didn’t do it. They believed in their gossips so much. But I managed to deny the accusation, not that I expected her to believe me, but for the record. “I didn’t sleep with Sandra.” I told her. “And what your mum told you about guys is just another way of discouraging you from guys and s*x.” I concluded. “But she is right, look at you and Sandra now. . .” Oh boy! This was a lost cause! I gave up. “I will never let any boy treat me like that, I will keep myself to my husband and to my husband alone.” She proclaimed. “You’re a virgin?” I blurted out. It was a stupid question to ask, after seeing all the signs. “yes, of course. And I’m keeping myself to my future husband!” she proclaimed, with shoulders high, and a satisfactory smile. Then I said something stupid, more stupid than the previous question. “Virginity is not dignity, dignity of a woman is in her heart, and not in-between her legs.” I said rudely to her. I was angry, angered by the way she was trying to slant other non- virgins, I wanted to burst her bubble. I should have let her carry on her shoulders high, I should have let her believe in what she believed in. She looked at me like she couldn’t believe her ears; like all she believed to be true had just been proven false by me. “d..don’t you w.waant to.. to… to marry a ve..vee…virgin?” she stuttered as she asked. “For what?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I have better things to do on my honeymoon than nurse a wound from a virgin. I intend to enjoy my honeymoon, not nurse a wound from a virgin who had become sore.”I said and walked away from the lab, leaving her staring blankly on the desk. When she met me the following day, she looked sober. After minutes of light talks, I asked what was bordering her. She chewed her pen for some minutes before opening up to me. “I want to lose my virginity. . .” . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com.ng/2017/03/06/legend-bleepers-part-1/ |
Re: Legend Of The bleepers by Pascalblinks: 9:32pm On Aug 29, 2017 |
UNDERNEATH THE HIJAB PART 1
.
I’m a big fan of women that are taboo.
They represent a conquest,
a challenge, an accomplishment that
you
can secretly smile to
yourself about.
There’s something exciting about pretty
girls who wear (long)
hijabs. They give you only a glimpse of
their beauty leaving your
mind to wonder what lies beneath the
surface. Sometimes beneath
the luster of the silky fabric, you can see
the outline of enormous
breasts. That drives me over the edge
and I
start to fantasize
about what it would be like to
experience
them in bed.
The first girlfriend I had during my
undergraduate days was one of
them. Nobody thought I would succeed
with her. Her name was
Zainab and she was a devout muslim. I
mean she didn’t shake
hands with boys, she never showed her
hair and she never missed
her fasting and prayers. We took some
classes together and
occasionally, we worked on some
assignments together. I was
friends with her for two years before I
actually let her know how I
felt about her. She was one person I
thought I would be last with
all the way to the end. She had grown
comfortable with me and we
had become inseparable on campus. We
never had any time alone
together because we both lived with our
parents at the time.
However I had an office as a student
since
I worked part time. One
Saturday, we found ourselves in the
office.
Alone. Together. For
the first time. It was like being 13 again.
I knew she had never been with a man
before or even had a
boyfriend. She had never been kissed or
touched or held before.
Completely innocent. We were sitting in
the
office working on a
programming assignment together.
When
we were done, we
starting talking about her innocence and
why she had chosen to
live the way she did. Before long I was
able
to convince her that
she wouldn’t burst into flames if I held
her
hand. It took some
patience on my part but eventually she
became comfortable
holding me. My hands moved to her
thighs
and with some
resistance, she starting asking what I
was
doing. I told her to relax
and I reassured her that I would be
gentle.
I caressed her thighs
gently, running my hands over the tights
she had beneath her outer
garment. She felt so good and
considering
that it was my first time
with her, I reveled in the moment. I
could
tell that she enjoyed it
even though she kept telling me to stop.
As I loosened up her
garment, I caught my first glimpse of
what
her breasts looked like.
They were big but not huge. A small D I
think. My hands wandered
from her thighs to cup them but she
was
having none of it. She
covered them across with her left hand
still
asking what I was
doing. And once again I had to reassure
her that if she didn’t like it
after I started, I would stop instantly.
She
resisted but eventually I
had my palm on her top, gently
caressing
one of her breasts. It
was an amazing feel. “Who’s teaching
you
all this?”, she asked as
I leaned in to kiss the little cleavage she
had exposed. I could
sense that her words were slurred
because
of what she was
experiencing. My hands wandered
through
the open part of her
low cut top to feel her actual Bosom.
Skin-
to-skin. I enjoyed
playing “find the Tip” with her Bosom as
I
searched frantically
for what seemed like forever inside her
bra.
I raised her top
eventually, enough to access her bra.
And
without taking it off
completely, I had both breasts out. They
were much lighter in
complexion than her face and the sight
of
them was entrancing.
Soon I was gently suckling them and I
could feel her hands on my
hair, caressing my head as I sucked,
licked
and kissed her
Tips. I tried in vain to stuff as much of
her
breasts as I could
into my mouth but they were too big.
“Where did you learn this?”,
she asked again. “You’re a bad boy.”
This
time, she had no
resistance left. I took my time to explore
her breasts with my
fingers and my tongue. They kept me
busy
for ages and as my
erection grew harder and harder, I could
feel pre-Pour leaking onto
my boxers. I didn’t want anything more.
I
wanted her to be
comfortable first before we went any
further. Soon she was
directing me. Lick the other one. Come
back to this one. In my
mind, conquering Rome wouldn’t have
been
as satisfying. I had
broken down the first barrier. And they
said
I wouldn’t succeed. I
wish they could see me now. . click on the link below to continue reading http://www.naijanoisemakers.com/2017/05/18/underneath-hijab-part-1/ |
Re: Legend Of The bleepers by Pascalblinks: 1:19am On Sep 01, 2017 |
HOME ADVANTAGE (S*X Story) PART 1
. In the year 2006……………………… We were at work arranging scrap metals, when we noticed a car drove in. Chidi: twelve years work for here no fit buy that ride Me: Trust me bro, I ain’t spending twelve months here. I hope you do the same Chidi: Abegi! no be everybody dem do school for. Na by force I take finish JS 3 sef Me: Na you talk so Chidi: Me wan gather money go open my shop. Me: Na now you dey talk. Ibo boy. A woman stepped out of the car, walking towards the admin office Chidi: Na oga wife be that o. Me: which of the ogas? Chidi: Chief Rotimi, na him get this factory. Me: The same Chief Rotimi the polit… ‘’Tattoo and Chidi, e be like say this work don tire una abi?’’ Our supervisor snorted from behind.‘’If I catch una dey talk instead of working, I go show una’’ We continued arranging the scrap metals. I clocked out at five as usual. I was walking home when I saw an elderly woman, which I guessed would be in her sixties looking lost. The woman was in iro and buba, so I guessed she should be from the west. I approached her. ”Good evening ma.” I greeted her in Yoruba with a little bow. Woman: Good evening, my son. Do you live around here? Me: yes, ma. Woman: I’m going to my daughter’s house, but this area is confusing. The street was supposed to be behind this bank, but I don’t seem to understand it anymore. Me: The bank here is new. There’s another one over there. Woman: Please take me there. God bless you, my son. Me: Amen ma. She easily recognized the street just the behind the other bank. She knocked when we got to the front gate. The gate-man opened. Just before she entered a car horned behind. A woman alighted and i could swear I have seen that face before. The younger woman: Mummy welcome. I have been worried. The older woman: My phone battery went flat, I’m sorry. The younger woman: It’s okay ma. Bless God you’re here. But, you didn’t tell me you would be coming with somebody? The older woman: I almost got lost, but thanks to this my son. The younger woman: oh! What’s your name, young man? Me: Galacious, ma The younger woman: Thank you so much Me: You’re welcome, ma The younger woman: Alright let’s all go inside. Galacious please come in. Me: hmm, I’m sorry ma I have to head back home The younger woman: oh! Not even a drink? Me: It’s getting late ma, thanks. The younger woman:: ok. I understand. She reached into her purse and brought out some notes. The younger woman: please buy recharge card with this She stretched her right hand towards me. Me: don’t bother ma The younger woman:: oh! I insist Me: I’m sorry ma The younger woman: Really? She withdrew her hand. The older woman: He is well brought up. You shall not die young. Me: Amen ma. Good night. ‘’ Good night, my son,’’ ‘’Alright. Take care dear’’ They said in unison. The next day was a Sunday—–our match day. The evening football match came up every Sunday evening. The street had a mini stadium where kids played every day, but Sunday evening was reserved for the older ones. The game started as usual. Everything seemed normal till a shot was deflected and the ball bounced into the street to hit one of the young ladies walking along. One was Chinenye who lived on the street, but the other lady, whom the ball hit, doesn’t look familiar. Other lady: Jeez! Chinenye: sorry dear Other lady: look at my gown! I ran towards the ball, picked it up and tossed it to the field before turning to the ladies. Me: sorry about that ma’am Chinenye: Thanks jawe, Galacious. Other lady: thanks? Seriously, Chinenye? So you’re sorry comment is going to remove this stain, right? She snorted, starring at me. Chinenye: C’mon Princess let’s get back Inside. Chinenye placed her arm around her shoulder and they headed home. I couldn’t utter a word after the apology. Not that I didn’t know what to say, but I was dumbfounded by her beauty. Ne-yo’s ‘When You’re Mad’ was playing in my head. I could swear I had never seen such beauty in my life. I stood there like a statute and watched them walk back to Chinenye ‘s house. I was brought back to reality when I heard a voice coming from the pitch ‘’Galacious, our set!’’. Throughout the game there was only one name ringing in my head——-Princess. Heading back home after the game I met Tunji who was coming out of my building. ‘’Galacious, how far?’’ ‘’ i dey . This one way I see you for our house. Abeg o, my sister still young o.’’ I accused him. ‘’Kai! I no be Pedophile na.’’ He protested and continued, ‘’na the new girl I come shadow.’’ ‘’Which new girl be that?’’ i asked. ‘’Oh! You don’t know? Good. Her name na Udenme and an me dey do her parole.’’ He explained. ‘’Udenme? For this house?’’ ‘’Yes na. Na Grace’s cousin. But guy, like i said earlier na me dey do her parole. No go use home advantage for me.’’ ‘’TJ, you? Where you keep Kemi, Angela, Chinelo. Rita…..’’ ‘’Guy bone dat thing. I don’t tell you be that. I dey go my house.’’ ‘’Alright bro, later.’’ . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2016/12/16/home-advantage-sx-story-part-1/ |
Re: Legend Of The bleepers by Pascalblinks: 9:58pm On Sep 07, 2017 |
ME, MY SISTER AND HER FRIENDS (18+)
PART 1
.
F–k! I can’t believe what I’m seeing in my
parents’ living room. Three giggling teenage
girls, wearing sheer lingerie are sitting on the
couch cheering on a fourth girl who is
attempting to deep throat a d—o. What the
f–k! The cheers and laughter is probably
why they didn’t hear me come in through the
kitchen door. I step back into the shadows of
the hallway while my c–k responds to the
luscious, pale a-s cheeks of the fourth girl.
Her purple sheer nightie has ridden up over
her heart-shaped a-s, revealing her matching
thong as she starts to gag on the rubber d–k
suction-cupped to the glass topped coffee
table. “I can do this!” the girl exclaims,
taking a deep breath and sliding her lips
back down the realistic looking c–k. Holy s–
t!
That’s Lauren’s voice! My d–k is hard and
I’m having perverted thoughts about my 18-
year-old sister. I guiltily look away from her
scrumptious a-s cheeks and try to forget
what her lips look like sliding down that fake
c–k.
“I thought you said you had done this
before,” laughs one of the girls, pulling my
attention back to the couch. The other three
girls are wearing similar outfits, sheer baby
doll nighties with matching thong p@nties.
The only variation seems to be the color.
“I have done it before,” my sister protests,
“but with a real d–k! This thing isn’t
working for me. I need a real d–k.” Lauren
sits back on her heels and laughs along with
her friends.
“There appears to be one in the hallway!”
The cute black girl sitting closest to me says
as she smiles in my direction. F–k! Busted! I
might as well take the offensive and try to
put Lauren on the defense.
“Brandon!” Lauren screams, jumping to her
feet as I step into the room.
Her t–s bounce temptingly inside the cups of
the purple nightie. “What the f–k are you
doing here?”
“Never mind about me? What the f–k is all
of this?” I sweep my arm towards the coffee
table where, besides the suction cupped d—o
there are several vibrators and other
assorted s-x toys. “What’s going on here?”
I’m six years older than Lauren and I’ve been
living with my girlfriend for the past couple of
years. I crash at my parents’ house
whenever Kelly and I fight, which seems to
be happening quite often lately.
“We’re having a sleepover,” Lauren says as if
that explains all of this. While she’s getting
outraged with me, I’m checking out her
girlfriends. It’s like looking at a live action
Victoria Secret’s ad. There’s the African-
American girl who spotted me in the hallway.
My eyes zero in on the yellow nightie barely
covering her impressive chest. Next to her is
Kristina, Lauren’s petite blonde friend from
down the street, looking pretty in her pink
lingerie. Finally, on the other end of the
couch is a tall brunette all decked out in the
sexiest shade of red.
“A sleepover?” I ask, raising my eyebrows as
I appraise their outfits. The tops are sheer
except for the bra-like cups around their b—–
s. In actuality, except for the thong, they
don’t show much more than a skimpy bikini
but somehow it is much more enticing when
it’s lingerie.
“We had a lingerie party,” the black girl
explains, smiling without a hint of
embarrassment. “Do you like our outfits?”
She stands and twirls around giving me a
great view of her full, round a-s cheeks.
“Alex!” Lauren admonishes her. “That’s my
brother!”
“Well, you should at least introduce us,” Alex
answers, stepping forward with her hand
extended. “I’m Alexis but you can call me
Alex.” She smiles as I shake her hand.
“Brandon,” my sister takes over the
introductions. “You know Kristina,” she says,
pointing to her friend in the pink nightie. I
nod in her direction.
“Hello, Brandon,” Kristina smiles demurely.
“And this is Kylie.” The tall brunette stands
up and extends her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Brandon,” she says,
making eye contact. D–n! We’re almost the
same height and I’m a little over six feet.
“My pleasure,” I answer, shaking her hand,
which is surprisingly small and feminine
given her stature.
While being introduced to her friends, I steal
surreptitious glances at my sister. She has
really filled out over the past couple of years.
Something I hadn’t noticed during my
previous visits. Of course, she wasn’t
wearing Sekxy lingerie any of those times.
F–k! My c–k is hardening again. This is so
wrong.
“What are you doing here?” Lauren asks,
drawing my attention back.
“I needed a place to stay,” I shrug without
further explanation. I’m about to ask her
whether mom knows what she’s up to but
my sister and I have an unspoken agreement
about not embarrassing each other in front
of our friends.
“Well,” I smile at the Sekxy foursome. “Sorry
to have interrupted. I’ll just head up to my
room and leave you girls to your fun. Where
are mom and dad?” I ask. . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/07/02/sister-friends-18-part-1/ |
Re: Legend Of The bleepers by Pascalblinks: 8:53am On Sep 08, 2017 |
BIRTHDAY S£X PART 1
(Completed)
. It was my 21st birthday and I was on my way to see my girlfriend in school. She stayed off campus in a 3 bedroom flat which she shared with two of her friends, Tolu and Tochi. Tolu was short, dark skinned, attractive, Tochi however was a bit taller and light skinned, but still reasonably attractive. My girl’s bestfriend however was Ife, who was in the same department as her and whose best feature (in my humble opinion) was her big br**sts. Apparently the four of them were taking me out for a meal and drinks that night. I arrived at their house and rang the doorbell, Tolu answered it, wearing a dressing-gown, obviously still in the process of getting ready to go out, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, wished me happy birthday and ushered me into the house. I asked where my girl was and she replied that she was in her bedroom, but didn’t want me to come in just yet, as she had a surprise for me. I went to sit down on the couch, but Tolu quickly stopped me, and pointed me towards a chair placed in the middle of the room, as apparently I had to be centre of attention in the middle of the room. I didn’t see the point in arguing so I took the chair. But as soon as I sat down, I felt my arms being pulled back behind the chair and heard a click and I could feel my hands were restrained. I looked behind me and saw that my hands had been handcuffed behind the chair. I turned my head back around to protest and saw Tochi and Ife were now standing next to Tolu, both also wearing dressing-gowns. “What do you think you’re playing at?” I said. “There’s been a slight change in plan” Tolu informed me. “We’ve decided not to take you out after all, Instead we’re all going to have a cosy night in.” “Why the handcuffs? And where is Moji?” I demanded. (Moji being my girlfriend) “Well, as we’re not going out we had to think of a way to treat you, as it’s still your birthday after all, and Moji kindly agreed to let us have some fun with you, but we didn’t want you running away, getting impatient or generally doing anything we don’t want you to, so we’ve had to handcuff you to the chair.” Tochi enlightened me. “And to stop your babe from interfering, unfortunately we’ve had to handcuff her to her bed, but don’t worry, she’s fine, and you’ll get to see her later. But for now, sit back, do as you’re told and most importantly enjoy yourself!” Ife Said. . With that the three girls undid the ties at the front of their dressing-gowns and to my amazement, one at a time, took them off. Tochi was the first to slip out of hers, revealing herself to be wearing just a pink bra and matching thong and then doing a little twirl to make sure I’d got a good view. Tolu took hers off next, to reveal a black push-up bra that gave her a nice cleavage and matching tie-side briefs, she also gave a little twirl to give me a good view. Finally Ife took her dressing-gown off, revealing a white bra that was struggling to contain her big br**sts and matching underwear that was revealed to be a G-string upon her completing a twirl. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Moji’s hot friends were in just their underwear in front of me, apparently ready to give me a good night, something I was more than willing to accept, even if it wasn’t being forced upon me via handcuffs, after all this was already turning out better than my wildest dreams! . click on the link below to continue reading www.naijanoisemakers.com/2016/09/27/birthday-sx-part-1/ |
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