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Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Awesome05: 8:47pm On Jan 28
Thanks for the update.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Zamar(m): 5:25pm On Jan 29
More update.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by FairCritic(m): 6:21am On Jan 30
Interesting story.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by kweensheba(f): 8:45am On Jan 30
He kept handling the tits. He kissed the back of my neck and I felt wetness in my vagina. After a while he stopped and brought another condom.

He slipped out of his boxer and wore the thing on his penis. Then, he spread me legs. Holding me by the waist against the kitchen table, he inserted his penis inside my organ from behind. It went in slowly and gently, almost cautiously.

He held my waist tight as he started the thrusting. I placed my two hands on the table while he jerked inside my pussy. My partner and I made some moaning.

Now, Richard did it slower and better than the first time. He also lasted much longer. I would give him a pass mark. He handled me more like the way you would handle a lady you really cared for.

“I love ... love you, baby,” he muttered as he did his slow, steady thrust.

I was tempted to believe him, but then, some men say things they don’t mean when they are on lust speed. I would take this as one of such moment.

After several minutes, he climaxed. Even as he reached his peak, he still held me tenderly, breathing heavily down on my neck.

After he had regained his breath, he picked his boxer from the floor.

“I’ll go the bathroom,” he said.

I nodded and retied the towel I had used.

I did not go to church again that morning. Richard took me to his flat where I spent the rest of the day.

For lunch, he took to the eatery he took me to on Saturday, while I told him I would prepare dinner. I learnt more about him and his family. Now, I was convinced he was the perfect man for me.

* *

I slept in his flat that Sunday evening. Before we slept, we made another passionate love together.

The sex was hot, sizzling and I prayed it would ever be like that.

On Monday morning, we woke up early to dress up for our respective places of work. He worked at the head office of the micro finance bank in Ikeja, while I worked at Lekki.

We bade each other bye. Before eight a.m., I was at my desk in the office.

“Hey beauty, how was your weekend?” Preye asked.

“Fine. How was your trip to Port Harcourt?”
“Fine, but I miss you.”

I smiled. Did I miss him? When I remembered Richard, my mind said capital NO.

“You even look more beautiful than ever,” he commented.

“Ah, that’s the work of God.”

“Sorry, I didn’t remember to ask, how was your new apartment? You have moved there, haven’t you?”

I nodded. “I’ve moved. The place is fine, thank you.”

Of course the place was fine. Above all, I had just got myself a new boyfriend there.

But I would not tell Preye that. Not right away. I finally had to imply that when he said he would like to visit me in my new apartment.

“I’m sorry, Preye. You have to hold on for now.”

He looked astounded. “What! Why?”

“I’ve just got a boyfriend, and he lives next door.”

He still looked confused. “So? What are you saying?”

I smiled. “It’s either you stick to your wife or you get another girl.”

“I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you’re dumping me for another guy.”


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Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Zamar(m): 1:11pm On Jan 30
Nice one
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by abefeabebi(m): 7:14pm On Jan 30
anything like this am glued to it. keep them coming. just like my madam and I part1 and 2 the devil who loves me all re romantic
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by CasNova: 6:39am On Jan 31
Interesting.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by BigBasher: 8:34am On Jan 31
Thanks for the update.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by FairCritic(m): 8:13pm On Jan 31
Interesting..
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Janet96(f): 12:26pm On Feb 01
Congrats, kween. I can see that your book is no. 2 on Okadabooks best seller

Kudos.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Saturn101: 5:39pm On Feb 01
Janet96:
Congrats, kween. I can see that your book is no. 2 on Okadabooks best seller

Kudos.


I see.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by kweensheba(f): 7:20am On Feb 02
Janet96:
Congrats, kween. I can see that your book is no. 2 on Okadabooks best seller

Kudos.


Thanks a lot
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by BigBasher: 5:02am On Feb 03
Interesting story.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by kweensheba(f): 10:09am On Feb 04
He still looked confused. “So? What are you saying?”

I smiled. “It’s either you stick to your wife or you get another girl.”

“I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you’re dumping me for another guy.”

See who was talking. He was supposed to be married and be faithful to his wife, wasn’t he?

But I was expecting him to say this. “The other guy will most likely marry me. You will not!”

That seemed to get him. He still looked like he had heard a very sad news. “Maybe we can meet in my place,” he offered. “Or hotel, or any other place you choose.”

I shook my head. I didn’t really like double dating and I would not do it for him.

Besides, I didn’t want him to spoil my ‘prospects’ with Richard.

At the close of work, I followed the staff bus, as usual. The traffic was heavy. I alighted from the bus at Anthony Bus Stop, took the pedestrian bridge to cross the expressway.

At the Anthony end of the Town Planning Way, I took a bike to my street. At the gate of the house, I met a young lady with a small traveling bag waiting.

“Good evening, ma’am,” she greeted.

I paid the bike man off. “Good evening. You’re looking for somebody?”

“I live here with my mum. I study at Uniben and just arrived Lagos, but mum is not yet at home. I knocked the gate, but no one seems around.”

“I’m the new tenant,” I announced and brought my keys out. From a hole, I put my two hands to unlock the gate from inside.

“You can come and wait in my flat while you wait for her,” I offered.

“Oh, thanks, aunty.”

I opened my apartment. “What’s your name?”

“Omon.”

“Have your seat.”

“Thanks, ma’am.”

I went to my bedroom to change from the office wear to casuals. I was soon back in the sitting-room.

“If you want water, there some in the fridge in the kitchen.”

“I’m okay, ma’am.”

I suddenly caught something in her eyes. The way she ogled my body sent instant messages to me. All the same, I decided to play it cool. I switched on the television and sat opposite her.

“You said you’re undergraduate. What course are you studying?”

“Sociology.”

I nodded. “That’s good. Are you on break or something?”

“Yes. For two weeks.”

I nodded again and stood up. It was time I started cooking. In the kitchen, I called Richard.

“Hello, darling.”

“Oh, honey,” he gushed. I was about to call you. The workload is much and I may come home late.”

“Oh, oh. I hope no too late.”

He laughed shortly across the line. “I hope so too. Don’t worry, anytime you see me, I will definitely make up for the lost time.”

I smiled. “Okay, dear.”

“See you.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t need to eat much. I was a lighter eater anyway, so Quaker oat mixed with milk and sugar would be okay.

I remembered I had a guest in the house.
“Omon,” I called. “Will you like to take some oat?”

There was a slight pause. “Okay, okay, ma’am.”

I remained in the kitchen to make the meal. Few minutes later, it was ready.

“Omon, come and take the food.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She came to the kitchen and I pointed at the tray. She took it and we moved to the dinning- table.

“When is your mum coming back home?” I asked.

“She said soon.”

Across the dining table, I studied her features. She could be more that twenty-two. Her pretty face was attractive, and so was her figure.

As I bisexual, I had no problem easily falling in love with a sexy, young lady. Again, I caught the look I had earlier seen in her eyes.


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Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by FairCritic(m): 12:15pm On Feb 04
Interesting.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by daisidavid(m): 1:43pm On Feb 04
When are we getting the rest
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by BigBasher: 6:41am On Feb 05
Thanks for the update.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Zamar(m): 8:50am On Feb 05
Cool story
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by BigBasher: 5:14pm On Feb 05
Waiting for more update.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by FairCritic(m): 7:45pm On Feb 06
BigBasher:
Waiting for more update.




Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Zamar(m): 8:20am On Feb 07
More update.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Awesome05: 10:11pm On Feb 07
Fascinating story.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Zito95: 11:53pm On Feb 07
Next plz!
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by hausaloaded: 6:53am On Feb 08
kweensheba:
Dear lovers of the art, I have finally decided to publish my little story.

It is a story that has a lot of adult contents. If you are the prudish type, please stay off.

Constructive criticism is welcome.





Kween and Richard are destined to be together. In the new house she just moves to, Kween becomes enamored to Richard. He is cool guy who seems to get everything working for him. In that very house are sexual scandals that stand between them.

(This story contains sexual contents.)







KWEEN


I took the last of my luggage up to my bedroom. This weekend, I had decided to relocate from my former abode to Ilupeju, Lagos. Earlier, I had got the furniture moved inside the living-room with the help of the truck driver and the guy that assisted him. I was feeling kind of grimy after all the hassles of loading and off-loading. It wasn’t easy to be moving to a new home.

After the driver and his assistant had gone, I surveyed the two-bedroom flat once again; from the living-room to the two bed-rooms, the bathrooms/toilets and the kitchen. The sitting-room was fairly large; so were the two bedrooms. The kitchen looked small, but it was okay for me. I never really fancied big kitchens. I believed I was going to like the place.

There was a door from the bedroom that I could use to get into the adjoining bathroom and toilet. Altogether, there were two bath-rooms and two toilets in the apartment. That was not bad. They were just what I wanted. The work of moving my load had taken some sweats from my body. I decided to take a shower and freshen up.

I moved straight to the bathroom en-suite my bedroom. There, I pulled my light blue t-shirt over my head. Briefly I stared at the 32C white bra, and from the not so clean straps, I could see that it needed to be changed.

I unhooked the bra and hung it on the bathroom rack, beside the t-shirt. My eyes went down to my boobs. They were still very firm. I was always proud of my tits. To me, they were gorgeous assets that must be protected.

Next, I removed the black jeans trousers and my pantie. I picked the trousers and hanged it on the rack next to the bra and the t-shirt. I was not going to wear that pant again, so it could remain on the floor. I stepped inside the bath-tube, opened the tap and water gushed from the showers. I hoped the water would always be available like this.

The cold water hit my body in a relieving way. Generously, I applied the lather soap over my head, my face, chest and the rest of my body. I allowed the water to run over my body for several minutes, then, I stopped the tap momentarily and took the floral flower gel. I made copious lather as I worked it around my face and neck. As the stiff crinkled yellow liquid traveled over my breasts and brushed my nipples, that queasy sort of nervous feeling started in my tummy.

I rubbed the liquid substance down over my tummy and thighs, skipping the soggy wisps of hair that had started growing at the pubic region again. The white foamy lather coated my slender coltish legs only briefly before the cascading water washed all the dirt down the drain. Rubbing the scratchy bath puff on my private part gave a similar but stronger version of the feeling I got from my breasts.

I never used the bathing puff between my legs. Squeezing a blob of the bath gel onto my fingers I applied the cold slippery soap to my warm plump vulva. That indescribable warm feeling flowed up from my core until it reached my head, making it spin. My fingers worked around cleansing and exploring. It felt different every day, looking lush; and somehow there was just more of it. I couldn't decide if the feel of my fingers on my womanhood, or the feel of my womanhood on my fingers was more intoxicating.

I convinced myself that I was really having a good time with the bathing experience, so I applied more soap. It was only a couple of weeks since I had peeked at my pussy but I was sure that the inner part was sticking out a bit more now.


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Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Saturn101: 7:34am On Feb 08
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Meaning?
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Zamar(m): 6:15pm On Feb 08
Nice one.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by kweensheba(f): 7:11am On Feb 09
She came to the kitchen and I pointed at the tray. She took it and we moved to the dinning- table.

“When is your mum coming back home?” I asked.

“She said soon.”

Across the dining table, I studied her features. She could be more that twenty-two. Her pretty face was attractive, and so was her figure. As I bisexual, I had no problem easily falling in love with a sexy, young lady.

Again, I caught the look I had earlier seen in her eyes.

We took our meal.

“Your boyfriend must be proud of you,” I suddenly said.

She seemed to be surprised by my question.

After a couple of seconds, she replied, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

It was my turn to look surprised. “A pretty girl like you? Why?”

She smiled ruefully and shrugged. “I don’t like boyfriend.”

For a young lady to say that, she must either be a die-in-the-wood Christian or she was what I suspected she was. I smiled too.

“We can be friends,” I said and winked at her. “I mean good friends.”

She nodded. “You’re beautiful. That will be fantastic.”

I was now almost convinced, but not totally. After the meal, she cleared the table. I could hear the water running as she washed the plates and bowls.

After a couple of minutes, she came back to the sitting-room. She sat on the two-seater that she was sitting before. I gave her a minute and went to sit beside her there.

“Your hair is beautiful,” I said, tentatively touching her attached hair.

She smiled at me. “Yours is beautiful too, aunty.”

“Call me Kween.”

She nodded. “You’re beautiful, Kween.”

My hand moved from the hair to the base of her neck. Softly, I caressed the part. She didn’t cringe away.

Neither did she make a repugnant face. I smiled again. I had got the proof I needed.

I caressed the neck more and she purred. I slid my right hand to her short skirt and to her thigh. Omon rocked a little as I squeezed and kneaded the warm silky flesh of her thighs.

She did not just sit down there like a doll. Her hands came straight for my boobs and squeezed them.

The moment she did that, I felt excitement all over my body. I could feel a thrilling little pulse that seemed to shoot up and create a delightful tingle in my nipples. When I looked at her face, I knew that she was enjoying every part of this act as much as I did.

I could see what I recognized as blissful expression on her face.

Distantly, I could hear the outside gate open.

Moments later, her phone started to ring and we had to stop our frolicking. She removed the phone from her bag.

“It’s mum,” she said.

I had thought as much. “Answer the call.”

She nodded. “Hello, mum.”

Even from outside, I could hear her voice. “Omon, where’re you?”

“I’m at the new tenant’s flat.”

“I’m back.”

“Okay, mum. I’m coming.”

She cut the line and looked at me wistfully.

“Sorry, we will have to continue another time.”



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Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Emarvel(m): 7:36am On Feb 09
House of scandal, indeed
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Awesome05: 12:49pm On Feb 09
Interesting piece.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by Saturn101: 9:19pm On Feb 09
Hmn ....
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by FairCritic(m): 5:19am On Feb 10
Nice update.
Re: House Of Scandals (18+) by FairCritic(m): 8:46am On Feb 10
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