SeyiDominion:



It was a warm day in June and academic activities were well underway. Bobby was nineteen and his classes in college didn’t look like they’d be that hard. He’d finished up his morning classes and had just filled up his car at a petrol station in Sabo, Yaba.

He was about to pay for the fuel when he heard a sultry voice from behind him.

“Where’s your video camera, bad boy?”

He turned around and he couldn’t believe his eyes. Princess Johnson was standing behind him in line. He just stared and she smiled.

“I thought you’d have a quick comeback,” she said. “No?”

He felt his face get hot and knew he was blushing. Nervously, he said, “Uh ... Hi.”

It was his turn to pay so he turned to take care of that. Other people in line were beginning to stare at them. That wasn’t unusual. Lots of people stared at Princess. As he turned to leave the counter she touched his elbow.

“Don’t leave, yet,” she said, her voice low. “I need to talk to you.”

He went and stood by his car. He had no idea what was going on, but some little voice in his head told him to do what she’d said. He saw her coming. She had on a sun dress that came up to mid thigh and showed a ton of cleavage. How the Bleep did Mr. Johnson snag this wondrous creature? She came and stood right in front of him.

“So, what ... private ... videos have you been recording lately?” she asked.

“None,” he said, bluntly. She was a babe, but he was tired of being afraid of her. After all, he was now an undergraduate and was no longer under the control of the mighty Mr. Johnson. “I thought you said there were no hard feelings.”

“There aren’t,” she said. “I’m not mad at you. It’s just kind of fun to see how you display your private part in that video.” She giggled and then frowned.

So she had watched it, he thought angrily. The bitch!

“I have not been having much fun, lately,” she went on.

What did she mean? “I find that hard to believe,” he said. “I know I apologized already, but I’ve had time to think and it really was a stupid thing to do. I hope Helen does not hold a grudge about it.”

“I don't think there's any grudge,” she said. “I decided to take it as a one of those things. You went to a lot of work to get that video. But you obviously still feel guilty. There's something I want to discuss with you. It is a proposition. Are you interested?” she asked.

He was bemused. Princess had a proposition for him? Interesting. “What is the proposition?” he replied.

“Follow me to my house. I have a car load of things that you can help me unload. There are tubers of yams and other heavy things.”

He got in his car and waited for her to start hers, then followed it. They had to move all the way to Maryland. It was a neat and nice area. The house was decent. Mr. Johnson obviously had a good taste.

Bobby was a little nervous but it was just the nervousness of any guy in an unpredictable circumstance. Usually, a guy in a situation like that feels lucky, but it’s also hard to believe she would notice him, much less enter into a conversation. Then there are the inevitable (even if unwanted) flights of fantasy that zip around in his head.

When he walked up to her car he said, “Your husband is at school, right?” The last person Bobby wanted to see was Mr. Johnson.

“Yes,” she said, shortly. "Oh, fear not."







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SeyiDominion:




There was something in her voice that sounded angry, but it wasn’t there when she went on. “He won’t be home until 5:30,” she replied. “He’s been working a lot of overtime, lately.”

It was about 1:00 then so he had plenty of time to finish helping her and not have to see her husband. Princess opened the back door of her SUV as he stood behind her waiting for her to hand him a bag or two. She was right. She had a ton of groceries in there. They made four trips and, as they got to the end of the groceries, she had to lean farther into the car every time to get the bags. Every time she bent over, her mini skirt rose higher and higher until the last time he could see the bottom of her firm ass cheeks peeking out from underneath her short dress. On this day, her long panties were white.

She stood back to reveal tubers of yams. He pilled them in his hands, the way those Hausa men that sold yams did at Mile 12. She smiled as if she knew exactly what he had seen, and exactly what she was doing to him. He followed her inside and she closed the front door and locked it. She told him to stack the yams in the store close to the kitchen.

While arranging the stuffs, she began putting away the groceries. That dress was both low-cut and loose, which was interesting because the counter had been covered and some bags had to be set on the floor. That meant she bent over time and time again to unpack things and he got to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra under that dress. He couldn’t see everything, but he could see enough that it fueled his teenage imagination. He got a new appreciation for how firm those luscious tits must be to avoid sagging and flopping around under her loose dress.

Oddly, as he was enjoying her cleavage, an errant thought popped into his mind. Mr. Johnson was working lots of overtime?

“You look like you could use a cold drink,” she said, when he came out to the living-room.

“That sounds nice,” he replied.

She got him a can of Coke from the fridge and he sat in the sitting room to talk with her.

“I wouldn’t think a high school Principal had to work overtime,” he commented.

“I wouldn’t, either,” she said. That tight anger was back in her voice. Why was that?

“He must be having challenges with some discipline issues,” he said.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because that’s the only reason I can think of that he’d have to stay late. If he had a whole string of students to knock sense into, he might do it after school.”

“There’s another reason he might stay late,” she said. She looked at him. “Actually, you might be able to help me with that, too.”

“I I beg your pardon?” he said. Her comment made no sense.

She folded her arms under those delightful breasts and leaned back against the counter. She just looked at him for a few seconds.

“What did your girlfriend think about you recording your organ on video and sending it to a girl?” she asked.

“I didn’t have a girlfriend, at the time.”

“Do you, now?”

He chuckled. Did she expect him to lead a life of celibacy? "No,” he lied.

She seemed to think about that for a moment. It didn't matter whether she believed him or not, he decided. He sipped his Coke. He had no idea what was going on in her mind, but he was curious to find out.

“If I told you something private, do you think you could keep it private?” she asked.

“I think so,” he said.

“You have to do more than think” she said. Suddenly she was the overbearing woman again, an older adult, and her tone was serious. “You can either keep a secret, or you can’t.”

“I can keep a secret,” he said. “What’s confusing me is why you want to tell me one.”

“Bayo got a surgery while he was still married to his first wife,” she said. "He can perform but cannot impregnate a woman."

Wow! That was a surprise! He wondered why she was telling him this.

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked.

“Because that information is important for the rest of what I’m going to tell you,” she said.

“I’m confused as to why you want to tell me anything,” he admitted.

“I think you will understand, shortly,” she said. “Can you be patient, as well as discreet?”

Is she teasing me again? He asked in his mind. "Okay, madam. Go on."















Chapter Three

Princess smiled. “I sincerely hope that you don’t think of what I’m going to propose as saying something just for the sake of it,” she said.

“Okay,” he said. “I'm yet to understand, but go on.”

“Bayo has a ... thing ... for young girls,” she said. “I suspect it’s one reason why he married me.”

“Hmn,” he said. The thing that had been bugging him for a long time bubbled up. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” she said.

“How is it that a woman like you ended up with a guy like him?”

“A woman like me?” She arched an eyebrow.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “You could have any guy you wanted. So ... why him?”

“We all make errors of judgment,” she said. “I met him when I was in university of education and he was doing part-time teaching in that institute. He was older ... more stable than campus boys ... or so I thought, at the time. It was flattering that an experienced man would be interested in me.”

“But he’s ... ugly,” Bobby said, bluntly.

“There’s more to a relationship than looks,” she said. “I saw him as a man with bright prospects. He told me he is also running a school set up by his uncle. He had a good job. I needed finance. My chosen profession - a teacher - wasn’t going to pay well, and I saw my future as being difficult. I wanted to teach, but I also knew would have to do something as a security and to stop being broke perpetually. Responding to his overtures gave me a way out of that burden.”

She dropped her arms and smoothed her skirt over her thighs.

“I thought I could grow to be fond of him. I wasn’t worried about him being fond of me. I’m aware I have certain ... features ... that men find attractive. I assumed he would appreciate them for a long time.”

“And he ... hasn’t?” Bobby guessed, though he found that impossible to believe.

“Oh, he’s still Hot as a man can be around me,” she said, casually. “The problem is ... I’m not enough, anymore.”

“What does that mean?” he asked. The concept of not being satisfied with Princess Johnson’ hot body was incomprehensible.

“It means he’s blackmailing some of his female students, making them have sex with him.”

Bobby stared. This was impossible. It was impossible on multiple levels. First, he couldn’t think of anything serious enough that blackmail would convince a girl to have sex with a troll like Bayo Johnson. Second, how could a girl do that without throwing up? Third, how did he think he could get away with it? She had to be wrong.

“You have to be wrong,” he voiced.

“I wish I was,” she said.

“How do you know?” he asked.

“Like you, I wondered why a man in his position would have to work overtime. I became very curious and I went there one night to find out what he was doing in the school. I sneaked into his office. I was shocked by what I saw. What he was doing was banging Ada Nwachukwu, one of the female students, on the floor of his office.”

“That must terrible,” said Bobby as his stunned mind tried to think of the image of the Principal romping with a female student naked on the floor.

“Oh, he doesn’t know I saw him," Princess quickly added.

“You didn’t bust in there screaming and shouting?”

“No. I assumed the little harlot had seduced him.”

“Well, that’s crazy. I knew a lot of girls in the school, and all of them, at least most of them, hated him.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” said Princess. “I waited, and when he got off of her, she asked him how many more times she had to do this before their agreement was finished and he wouldn’t tell her parents.”

“Tell them what?”

“That wasn’t discussed, but it was obvious he had something over her and she was there under duress.”

“Oh,” he said. “So, what did you do?”

“Well, Ada wasn’t hurt, or crying or anything. He’s cut, so he can’t get her pregnant. I decided I needed evidence, hard evidence, so that when I took action, he’d pay big time.”

“Okay,” said Bobby.

“So I got someone to plant a micro camera in his office. It’s in a book on his bookshelf. He keeps those books there for show and never opens them.”

“And?”

“I have video of him porking four different girls,” she said.



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PortableToDynam:


Mehn this is crazy.... Becoming interesting. Please OP don't keep long before you update us again abeg. Your ink won't dry�

royalguy123:

op must you quote the whole episode just to write this
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SeyiDominion:
“Not that,” she said, “though that’s part of the deal, of course. No, what I want is for you to promise to learn how to give me MouthAction after I suck that lovely penis of yours. Will you promise me that? I don’t want you to leave me high and dry, Bobby Alashe.”

“I promise,” he wheezed, with the little breath that was in his lungs. They didn’t seem to be working normally.

“Do you swear?” she asked, extending one slim hand.

He got his hand up and she hooked his little finger with hers.

“Now,” she said, pulling him by their interlocked little fingers. “I think you should sit down for this. You don’t look too steady.”

She took him to the couch and he fell backwards onto it. She got to her knees and her hands moved his knees apart. He watched through a tunnel as her face got closer and closer to his sex organ.

He was afraid he was going to pass out and miss it.

Fortunately, he didn’t pass out.

The second he felt the heat of her mouth on the glans of his penis, the tunnel opened up. All he could see was all that lustrous hair. In a very quick, errant thought, he imagined that his pubes had suddenly grown a foot long.

He had seen blow jobs being given in porn videos, but this wasn’t like that. She sucked just the tip for what seemed like hours, but he was sure was only seconds, swirling her tongue around the knob. Then she shoved her face forward and his entire cock was engulfed in wet heat. She pulled up and coughed, and then sucked about half of it, creating a strong suction but not moving her head. He felt the suction release and she went back to the tip. She pulled off and looked up at him with a smile.

“I’m not used to having this much in my mouth,” she said. “I’ve missed this.”

“Hmnnnn,” he responded, unable to form actual words.

She went back on and then pulled off to stroke his penis several times. Again, she looked up at him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to put this in me? I’d really love to be stretched and filled.”

“Argnmph,” he answered her. It meant he wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

“Maybe later,” she said.

Then she sucked his cock like it was a popsicle and she’d been stranded in the desert for days. It was like she was trying to drink from a clogged straw.

"Hmn....!” he warned her.

When he went off, it made no difference to her. She sucked and swallowed and then sucked some more. Her fingers tickled his balls and she went all the way on again. This time she didn’t cough but her throat squeezed and let go in a rhythmic manner that milked every drop from his poor, aching testicles.

Finally she pulled off with a last suck and there was a slight popping noise as her lips closed. She leaned forward to kiss his chest and then his chin and finally his lips.

“You have to take me with that,” she whispered.

“Not ... for ... a year ... or ... two,” he panted. “It will ... take me ... that long ... to ... get ... hard again.”

“My turn!” she said.

Suddenly she wasn’t a woman in her late twenties. Now she was an anxious, Hot girl who wasn’t telling him to stop, or take his hands away, or that things were moving too fast. She pulled him up and, as he stood there, shimmied out of her sundress. Almost like magic she bent and those yellow panties were on the floor. She stepped daintily out of them and then flopped down on the couch with her legs spread wide. There, in front of him, was the wet dream that was Princess Johnson.

Her pussy lips glistened. They were fat and luscious, as he had imagined them, and they pulled apart to give just a hint of the dark tunnel that led inside her. Something milky formed a flawed cobweb stretching from one swollen lip to the other. She reached with both hands to spread her labia apart even further and exposed the startlingly big bump that he knew was her clit.

“Suck that,” she said, putting one dainty painted nail on the bump. “Lick it and suck it and play with it until I scream.”

He leaned in to examine things and her hands reached to grasp his hair. She pulled, and his face mashed into her naked, wet, warm pussy. He licked once, as his nose rubbed that bump, and then he moved his lips up to capture the little nub between them. He squeezed his lips together like he did when he “bit off” a string of spaghetti, and she whined. That sound, the whimpering groan that came from her throat, made his prick try to get stiff again. It failed, and his balls ached some more.

He sucked, trying to get the whole bud into his mouth, but it slipped out. He tried again, and it turned into a game of nip, pull, and let it pop free, only to do it all over again.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Just like that!”

He was aware that an empty vagina was right there, and he had to explore. He did that with the index finger of his right hand, and found a warm, not-so-tight enclosure. He added his middle finger and pushed. Her hips bumped up and both the quality and volume of the noises she was making increased.

Suddenly he was frustrated that he couldn’t get her clit into his mouth and keep it there. It kept popping out.

So he bit it gently with his teeth, and pulled, just a little, as if he were trying to stretch it and make it longer.

He almost hurt her, because when he did that her whole body writhed. It was her grip on his hair that prevented him from biting too hard, or pulling too much. It was her scream, though, that made him let go of her poor clit. He was afraid he’d hurt her, because that scream was loud, so he lapped at her slit with the flat of his tongue, just trying to soothe it.

Her grip on his hair never let go, and she pulled his face up and away from her sex. She pulled it up her body and his eyes barely saw the belly ring in her navel as they passed by. She brought his face to her breasts and used them as a towel to rub her juices off his face. Then she pulled his head up until she could kiss him.

She told him to go so she could take a shower and appear normal when Bayo got home.




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