It wasn't just about the music; it was about creating an experience where people could come together and forget the worries of the world, even if it were just for a few hours.

With his club fully erected and ready to open its doors, the next challenge was attracting patrons. MC devised a clever marketing campaign, ensuring The Bulls's presence was felt throughout the city. He spread the word like wildfire, promising a new era of music, dance, and camaraderie that transcended the boundaries of ordinary nightlife.

On the grand opening night, a sense of nervous excitement overwhelmed him. Would people, apart from his friends and invited guests, show up? Would they embrace the concept he had poured his heart into?

It turned out that he had nothing to fear. That Friday was a day never to forget. Many patrons came, signalling the beginning of good things to come. As the clock struck midnight, the once-abandoned club was transformed into a haven of life, energy, and pulsating beats.

People flooded in, drawn to the rhythm of the music resonating through their souls. The dance floor throbbed with animated bodies as laughter mingled with the bass-filled notes. The success of that night was unparalleled, and it was only the beginning.

Even his father was impressed with what he had put up while Ebele, his step mom eyed him somehow. MC basked in the euphoria of his first personal business venture.

Words quickly spread about the unique experience visitors found at The Bulls. It became the go-to destination for music aficionados, party-goers, and those seeking a break from the monotony of everyday life. As the club soared in popularity, collaborations with renowned DJs and live music acts started pouring in. The energy in the crowd was electric, and the sense of belonging within their club's walls was palpable.

After a couple of years, and The Bulls had become an acclaimed sensation, making its mark on the city's vibrant nightlife scene. The once unsightly spot was now a thriving hub, attracting people from near and far who seek an escape from reality through music and camaraderie.

Looking back at his journey, he cannot help but feel immense pride. The road to success was not easy, but the challenges he faced along the way only fueled his determination to create something extraordinary. The Bulls stands as a testament to daring to dream and taking risks, transforming a neglected space into a thriving sanctuary that has brought joy and unity to many. And as he stood here, surrounded by the pulsating beats and beaming faces, he knew that this is just the beginning of an incredible chapter in his life.

As the owner of a growing company, he found himself in need of a personal assistant to help manage his ever-increasing workload. With a stack of resumes in hand, he decided to invite three potential candidates for an interview. Little did he know that this process would lead him down an unexpected path, one that challenged his own biases and assumptions.

MC still needed some personal staff. Specifically, he needed a personal assistant. He had already shortlisted some of those that applied. The day of the interviews finally arrived, and he eagerly waited for the first candidate to be interviewed.

Never Love a Serial Lover




C. Nova


(c) 2024


MC was a young man full of ideas. From the scratch, he was able to establish a club business that gained success and prominence. The problem with MC was he was once a serial lover, and he would always be a serial lover that no lady should trust with her heart.





He never imagined that starting a club business would be in his future, let alone a successful one. As a young man in the university, his dream was to graduate in Accountancy, become a chartered accountant and work in a multi national company.

His name was MC, short for Michael Chucks, and this is the story of how he embarked on a journey that would change his life forever.

It all began one chilly July evening when he found himself standing outside a dilapidated building in Ikeja. The one storey building was residential but it was obvious it was a very old and not-well-attended-to building.

He later learnt that the owner had died and that the adult children who inherited it were eager to sell it off and share the proceeds. The money they were asking for was quite on the high side, but MC approached his father, a city billionaire, for assistance.

Phillips Chuck's, MC's father was quite sceptical.

"What do you want to do with that old building?" he had asked. "Why not get a better place and develop it?"

MC was undaunted. He had already set his mind on what he wanted and he was prepared to pursue it to a logical end. After more dilly-dallying, his father gave him the loan. MC purchased the building and gave all the tenants quit notice. Some months later, he set bulldozers to demolish the place. On that same plot of land was The Bull Club house.

It took weeks of tireless work, but with the help of a dedicated team, They managed to turn the rundown space into a captivating venue that exuded an atmosphere of excitement and electricity.

His vision for The Bulls was to create an inclusive space that catered to people from all walks of life. He wanted it to be a sanctuary where the pulsating beats of music resonated, captivating the hearts and souls of those who stepped foot inside.

It wasn't just about the music; it was about creating an experience where people could come together and forget the worries of the world, even if it were just for a few hours.

"Really? Is that true?" Julie asked.

I nodded dumbly.

"Are you saying you don't have sex?"

I was horrified. How could these girls ask very sensitive questions so casually like this?

"Lets not talk about that," I quickly put in.

"Why not? Why do people take sex as a taboo?" Jane asked. "Are you so shy to discuss it?" she asked further.

I looked at her boldly.

" It's not that I'm shy. In this part of the world, many people are reserved about discussing sex. But, think of it. How will your mum feel if she should come in and hear me talking about sex?"

"But she won't come in, and she won't hear you," Julie argued.

I shook my head. Honestly, these girls were something else.

"Or, have you never done it before?" Jane asked.

I took in some breaths. I just had to keep my calmness. "I've done it before," I answered slowly.

"Your last experience, how was it like?" Julie asked.

The two of them giggled.

"If you must know, it was a nice experience."

They giggled again.

"How nice was it?"Jane asked.

"Are you Jane? How's your body, now?"

"I'm Jane," the one to the left answered.

I quickly turned to her. "Oh, sorry. How do you do, Jane?"

She smiled. "Fine, thank you."

I wrote the topic on the board and started to teach. It was on African prose. I needed to make it very interactive so I asked them which of the recommended text books they had read.

"All the books," they chorused.

"Good. That will make it easier. All the same, we need to seriously revise each of them. Let's start with Second Class Citizen by Buchi Emecheta."

They cooperated by contributing to the discussion on the background, theme, setting and the characters in the book; and by asking relevant questions. I was happy they were taking the lesson seriously.

After about an hour, Jane yawned.

"We understand everything about the book," she said.

"Everything? No, I dont think so. Knowledge has no end. No matter what you understand or know, you can always know and understand better."

"The lesson is becoming boring," Julie seconded her sister. "Can't we try something exciting?"

I looked at them curiously. "Such as what?"

"Such as asking you some personal questions," Jane put in.

My heart started racing. What were they up to?

"I think its better we restrict questions to the book. We can still talk about the themes and the plot again."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Jane asked.

I sighed. Maybe I should just drift with them reasonably. "No, I dont," I lied.They instantly looked interested.

"Really? Is that true?" Julie asked.

I nodded dumbly.

"Bayo, maybe we ... we shouldn't do this," she protested as I continued to hold her tight.


* * *


Now, can you imagine that? Why was she changing her mind? How could she change it at this point? I would be a fool to blindly agree with her. Not in the heat of action such as this. In any case, she was only wavering. I must not allow that to be.

"Madam, do you like me?" I asked firmly but calmly. I knew I had to maintain control of this situation. I needed to be seen by her as being calm and in control.

"Of course, I ... do like you, Bayo; that was why I said those things I said."From her reaction, I could tell she had loved the deep searing kiss but she was still trying to maintain her sense of right and wrong at the same time.

She, a fifty-one year old woman; me a thirty year old guy.

"I don’t like you,” I said emphatically. “I love you, Madam. You are a beautiful woman. I can treat you the way you should be treated, like a queen. You deserve that. Trust me, Madam."

"I ... I do trust you. But I’m just thinking that maybe …I ... I just don't know what to do."

I could see her whole body trembling with nervousness.

"Madam," I said calmly as I reached forward and took her face gently in my hands. "Let me kiss you one more time, and then decide what you want to do."

I knew exactly what decision I wanted her to make and I was more than willing to help her make it. I held her face tenderly and brought my lips down to hers softly once more.

My fingers stroked her face lovingly but I held her in place as my mouth pressed against hers. I slowly and teasingly licked at her lips with my tongue before sliding it once more deep inside, slowly but insistently; like I wanted to slide my hard cock deep into her hot velvety p..y.

“Spank me! Hit me! Hurt me! Grab my hair and yank it! Hit me! Hit me! HIT MEEEEE!!!” woke me up a bit, but did result in me giving her quite a few healthy smacks to her juicy round bottom while I pounded her doggy-style.

“So good! So banging good! My little brother is such a banging stud! He’s banging my poor pussy so gooooood! I love it! I love it! Such a banging BIG, beautiful dick! My little brother’s beautiful dick is stretching my poor pussy and I banging love it! I love it! bang me, baby! bang me! You’re going to make me cum! I’m going to cum on my little brother’s horse dick! FUUUUUCK! I’m cumming! I’m banging cumming! I’M CUMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!”

Indeed, Bukky was cumming, and so was Arin for that matter. By now I was blasting my pelvis into Bukky’s bouncy butt from behind with her body profiled to the side so that Arin would have a most excellent angle on all the good stuff. I had a great view of my little cousin in the desk chair, her face ashen as she tried to fight off her impending climax, tonoavail. And when Bukky screamed in absolute ecstasy, Arin screamed right with her.

Almost the whole time Bukky screamed her nasty obscenities, she did so while staring straight at our little cousin as if to say, ‘Here it is. You wanted to know what it was like? THIS is what it’s banging like. And it’s amazing.’

From the look on Arin’s face the entire time, I was pretty sure she got the message.

To be honest, I was showing off, too. I took long in and out strokes, crunching hard to make my abs bulge. I clenched my pecs and fBukkyed my biceps, putting extra power into each thrust that practically pushed Bukky off my prick with every plunge. I wasn’t banging for my big cousin’s pleasure. I was banging to make it look good for my little cousin. And I did it all while staring straight at her as if to say, “Here it is. This could be you. I’m banging Bukky the same way I’m going to bang YOU. And it’s going to be amazing.”

From the way Arin panted, her eyelids heavy, I was pretty sure she imagined I was banging her, too.

He converted the living room into an office and meeting room.


She bought two new Canon camcorders like the one she had. Having three of the same
model would help the editing go much smoother. Onome and Roli were thoroughly
trained to use the Canons and had fun practicing with them.

The next morning, Bukky's cell phone rang.

"Hello."

"Good morning, is this Bukky?"

"Who's this?"

"My name is Dayo and I'm a brother of Ayo and Dele."

"Oh, hi Dayo. Yes, this is Bukky."

"I understand from Ayo that you shot and edited the video."

"Which video was that?'

"Bukky liked doing this to guys.

"Uh, uh. You know. The special video."

"Is this the one with the two beautiful women?"

"Yes, yes that's it."

"Did you like it?'

"Wow, I'd say yes. Would you consider doing one for me?"

"Just by yourself?"

"No, with a lady friend of mine."

"Well, we can talk about it. I have a new studio just opening about not too far from the
campus. Could you and your lady friend meet with me to discuss what you want?"

"That'd be fine."

They made an appointment for early the next evening. Over the evening meal, Bukky and her sisters discussed Dayo' call and the
appointment. Roli decided to participate and help with the list of questions and the


discussion of the contract terms. They wouldn't know until the appointment exactly
what Dayo and his girl expected. Roli's ideas and suggestions would be critical since
she was the real professional. Bukky called her parents from her bedroom later that night. It had been a couple of weeks since they'd talked and she felt guilty for not yet telling them about Tade.

"Hello Mummy."

"Hey sweet. I've been thinking about you and wondering why you haven't called."

"I'm sorry. I've been so busy with school and things. How's Papa?"

"He's doing fine. Staying busy with the shops. You're coming up for Easter party, I
hope."

"Of course. I'd like to bring a couple of guests if you don't mind."

"There's always room for two more. Who are they?"

"I've met the most wonderful man."

"BUKKY! Oh my goodness, that's wonderful news! Tell me all about him."

"His name is Tade. He's a post graduate student here and will be graduating next year,
like I am. I really, really like him, Mummy."

"Your dad and Bade will like that. Who's the other person you want to bring?"

"His four-year old daughter, Vivian."

"Oh."

"He was married before, but his wife was killed in an auto accident three years ago.
Wait until you meet Vivian. She is precious, mummy."

"How much older is he?"

"He's thirty."

"Oh, well that's no big deal. You coming up Easter party morning?"

"Wow, I really look excited, don’t I?" I could hear genuine astonishment in her voice as I slowly scrolled through one picture at a time.

"Yeah, Madam, that's you. The camera doesn't lie." I could see the look of amazement on her face as she looked at one picture after another. Gosh, she looked great in what I'd got for her.
"See how glamorous and sexy you look? You really good, madam."She looked at more pictures of herself.

"Madam, these pictures are titillating," I said as I reached the last one and turned off my phone.

"And do you know why they look like that?" She looked at me and I could see happiness on her face.

"Do you see me like that, Bayo?"

"I do, Madam." I held my cell phone up to her for evidence. "And I know by looking at these pictures, you see it too."

She stepped towards me and wrapped her arms around me in a loving hug as she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and buried her head in my neck. I reached my arms around her and pulled her against me, her full voluptuous chest pushing deliciously against mine.

Her delicate perfume wafted into my nostrils enchantingly. As I slid my hands over her back and felt those huge boobs press against me, I felt another pulsating surge go through my already rock-hard dick.

My thoughts immediately went back to the last time we met.I decided to take my shot and pulled her even closer as I brought my lips down to hers.I didn’t give her a chance to say anything more as I pressed my lips firmly against hers.

They were significantly soft and I let my tongue run out along the delightful crease between them. As I pressed insistently at the velvety soft juncture of her lips, I felt her uncertainty start to slip away as her lips slowly parted, the uneasiness starting to leave her body. I took advantage of the opportunity and immediately feathered my tongue deep into her moist oral cavity.

Her hands stopped pressing against my chest as I felt them slide up the front of my body as she wrapped her arms around my neck.She gave a little groan of pleasure as I pressed my tongue against hers.

I rolled my tongue deftly over hers and pulled back teasingly, inviting her to follow. I felt my heart soar as her tongue followed mine eagerly into my mouth, where they rolled together in a searing dance. My hands slid further down until I was cupping that incredible full bum of hers.

Her fleshy cheeks felt so soft and yet so firm in my hands as I pulled her midsection against me, my own throbbing prick pushing against her abdomen."Bayo, maybe we ... we shouldn't do this," she protested as I continued to hold her tight.

I went back to what I was teaching. To my chagrin, she brought a fashion magazine out of her bag and started going through it.

"Julie, you're not paying attention."

She shrugged. "I am. Continue teaching. I'm listening."

It was obvious she was not. I taught for more minutes, but it was more like I was delivering a monologue. Maybe I should take a friendly stand. I had just started the lesson a couple of days ago and I didn't just want it to end like this. What would it take me to explain those dirty words to her?

"Alright," I said, trying to look cool. "Let me tell you the meaning of the words, but you must be attentive as I will only say each meaning once."

She immediately smiled, put the magazine she was going through away and looked up at me.I sighed. I mentioned each and told her the meaning, trying not to look or sound embarrassed. I did it the way a Biology teacher would do. I could see that she looked pleased to hear what I said.

"Thank you", she said cheekily.

I continued the teaching, not minding if she was paying attention or not. I could perceive the messages she was sending to me but I would rather pretend I didn't notice. As a teacher, I had always observed the golden rule of not messing with female students.

Some of them had been coquettish, just as Julie was presently. Some were discreet about it, while some were direct. However, I must say that none was as direct as this.I still managed to look as if I was strictly there for business. At the end of the lesson that day, I left, feeling quite ruffled.

I just had to be steel in my resolve not to fall for Julie's seduction.

I wasn't in the house until the Wednesday of the following week. Now, the two came wearing identical jeans and t-shirts. I could not tell who was who.I turned to my right.

"Are you Jane? How's your body, now?"

"I'm Jane," the one to the left answered.

The lovely scent of her skin and her crotch was like a flower garden.

Without thinking, he pulled her panties to the side. He dipped his tongue into her honey
pot and drew it up and over her clit.

Her knees began quivering and this forced her to sit on the step with Dele directly in
front of her. She started to pull her trousers down to remove them, but he stopped her.
Dele lowered them and her panties down to just below her knees.

His next move surprised her. He lifted her legs and spread her knees to squeeze his head between her thighs and into her love box. This forced her to lie back against the steps shackled by
the trousers around her calves and feet now over his head. He began licking.

Onome couldn't help but gasp and moan as that strong wet tongue caressed every
nerve ending in her vulva. Each pass seemed to cause a flash of energy though her
midsection. She could feel every touch to her labia and the slow passes he made over
and slightly into her vagina.

The tingles, the involuntary twitches and the licking sounds send waves of fiery pulses through her that caused her vagina and anus to
clench and release. She felt like she needed to pee, which was how it felt before she
squirted in Ayo's face.

"Dele, time-out sweetheart. Please."

"Hmn?"

"Dele, please." She then gently pushed his head away and closed her legs.

"Why?"

"My back is hurting and I need to go to the bathroom. Don't worry, I'll be open for
business in a few minutes, sweetheart."

He reluctantly moved and helped her stand
and pull up her trousers. Dele sent her off with one more smack on the bum and
followed her to the bedroom.

He sat on the small sofa while she prepared. The door opened and a fully clothed

Onome emerged and walked to him. He pulled her to his lap and they kissed.

"Am I being too aggressive, Onome?"

"No, you're being the perfect lover. Did I pressure you into it?"

"You gave me some things to think about. I wouldn't call it pressure. I realized that your
needs should come first. I've never dated a girl like you."

"And my liberated views surprised you."

"That's one way of putting it."

They kissed again for several moments.

Dele asked, "Do you know what impresses me most about you?"

"Let me guess. I have a beautiful face." Both laughed so hard the sofa shook.

"Well, that too. I don't think I've ever met a person more open and honest than you. You
say what you think, I believe, not what you think I want to hear."

He pulled her in for one more kiss.

Enny Multimedia was fully operational and Bukky found an apartment at Yaba to rent
for the studio. It was not too long from the polytechnic campus. Every available
moment was spent preparing the room that would be used as sets.

Tade was very much at hand, hanging drapes and re-modeling the sitting-room. Dele came to help several times. He converted the living room into an office and meeting room.

"Okay, let's try a couple of other poses."

She moved confidently in her new clothes, and I could see the look of pure joy on her face as she relished in the uplifting sensations my little gifts had created within her inhibited soul.

I directed her this way and that as I continued to take multiple shots, a little twitch going through my dick as I snapped picture after picture of my gorgeous madam. Now I wanted some of that tight-fitting skirt from the back.

I wanted to see how she'd respond to what I wanted her to do for this one.

"Now, turn the other way," I said in my best patronizing voice as she slowly turned slightly away from me. "And then put both your hands on your hips." I was happy she did exactly as I had asked.

"Now turn your head and look back at me over your shoulder ... that's it ... that's good. Now put your feet about shoulder width apart."

I wondered if she'd balk at this one but she followed my instructions and I was left looking at the back of that skirt stretched nice and tight across not only her lush round bum, but across the backs of her smooth muscular thighs as well.

Just as I had hoped, the pose I had placed her in caused that long teasing slit in the back of the skirt to spread as far open as it could go; provocatively revealing a portion of her stocking-clad inner thighs.

Gosh, did she ever look fantastic, I had never realized how nice her legs looked until today. I was amazed at how toned and strong they looked. I couldn't help but picture them wrapped around my back, pulling me deeper into her.

"That looks really nice, Madam," I said with a purposeful note."You ... you really think I look sexy?" she asked with an incredulous look on her face.Was she just feigning it? I couldn't believe her naivety regarding her own looks.

"Madam, you're a lovely vibrant woman. You’re as vibrant and as beautiful as a young woman. You look ... you look very smashing ... and very sexy."She nodded and smiled."There, that's good," I said as I lowered the phone and turned away from her slightly, trying to ensure she didn't see the bulging swell in my pants.

"Let me see," she said excitedly as she came over next to me. I started to scroll through the photos as she looked over my shoulder, the side of one big breast pressed intimately against the outside of my arm.

"Wow, I really look excited, don’t I?"

I could hear genuine astonishment in her voice as I slowly scrolled through one picture at a time.