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But that was not exactly the way things turned out to be. I was leaving the house one day when Madam Rose once again called my line.

"Good day, madam, " I greeted warmly.

"Good day, Dave. How was the lesson today?"

I smiled to myself. It was went very well, ma."

"Good," she said. "I'm sure the nonsense you were doing with them has stopped."

Immediately I heard this, my heart started racing. "I ... I don't understand you, madam."

"Of you do. You very much know what you were doing with my daughters."

My knees buckled. I nearly collapsed. I had to steady myself so I would not collapse by the roadside.

"You're lucky I've not told my husband. He would have got you locked up for sexual molestation by now."

My mind was too numbed to say a thing. It was like my world was turning round and round.

'Look, there's a price you have to pay for this," she went on. "Are you still with me?"

"Yes, yes, ma," I stuttered.

There was a long pause. When she spoke again, her voice sounded like a whiplash. "Listen to me and listen well. When you get home, I want you to strip yourself naked. Completely naked. And I want you to do a video recording of your nudity."

I could not believe my ears. Was I hearing right? "What!" I interjected.

"Don't you dare interrupt me," she said sternly. "As I was saying, strip yourself naked and do a recording of yourself as you masturbate. The recording should not be less than five minutes. I will be expecting to receive the video by eight p.m. This number is my WhatsApp number. Send it through it."

"But...but..."

Madam Rose had already disconnected the line. I could not think logically for several minutes. When I got home, I sat to think over the whole thing. Luckily, my girlfriend was not around to interrupt.





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The world is witnessing a big shift in international politics.

I'm afraid US is going down...

“I’m so sorry baby oh goodness Bleep me put your cock in me please honey, I need it now."

I still hadn’t got my clothes off at this point, but it took next to nothing to be naked. I had Evelyn get on all fours.

“Do you like being bleeped doggy style?”

“Yeeeeesssss....”

I rubbed my cock up and down her cunt then slowly pushed my cock inside her,

“Oh Bleep, honey, your cock feels so big,” I grabbed her hips and thrust hard into her making her grunt, then slowly the pair began rocking, him pushing deep with each stroke, she pushing against him. The pace quickened as she was enjoying the sensation. I was like ving how she was so submissive, I slapped her phat arse.

“Oh goodness yes slap me again, I deserve it.” my hand came down hard two more times and each time a little harder, each time she shuddered.

I reached around and grabbed a nipple and tweaked it hard, she moaned, “oh goodness yes , right there, oh goodness don’t stop, mmmmm.”

Her big hips were thrusting hard, her butt cheeks giggled each time our bodies clashed together and it looked amazing.

“Yes honey my boy, Bleep me, Bleep my old lady pussy, oh ggggrrrrrr yyyyyesssssss,” and her body began shaking, her head dropped and she moaned loud as she was about to have her second orgasm in years besides being herself.

I rolled her on her back, pushed her knees up to her chest and started fucking her hard and fast again.

She kept moaning in delight, and, I kept fucking her. She was really getting into it, thrusting and gyrating her hips.

“I’m cumming Honey, oh goodness, your cunt is so tight, so fucking hot, oh goodness yes I’m about to fill you with my hot spunk,”

“Mmmmm yes baby cum in me I want to feel you cum,”

I couldn’t hold back, I started pumping hot thick hot cum.

“Oh Bleep yes, I feel your cum honey, oh goodness I’m cumming again oh Bleep, Bleep Bleep ohhhhhh mmmmm,” her body started shuddering, legs stiffened as she cum hard and intense.

We both collapsed, hugging and kissing, my shrinking cock slipped out of her and she sat back and smiled at me.

“Oh wow, I can honestly say I’ve never cum as much in my life, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for days,” she said happily. I roll d off her and she looked down at my cock, and smiled.

“I have to say your cock is much bigger than what I was used to. It looks so big and appealing. Now, let me suck that nice-looking dick."

She got between my legs and took it in her hand, licked it up and down, more like tasting our juices then she kissed the head and put just the tip in her mouth which made it come to life, the look on her face as it started growing while in her mouth was like a kid with a lollipop.

“Yes honey, put more in your mouth, try to take as much as you can in your mouth and down your throat.”





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Well, the evening wore down and we said goodbye to the ladies and went to Cynthia’s car. There was very little traffic this late at night so we made it home fast. Cynthia held my hand the whole way home and had a perfect sleepy smile on her face the whole way. She asked me if I had had a nice time and I told her it was the best time I had ever had at a party in my whole life.

She laughed and said, “They all liked you, but Adesuwa and Anthonia liked you too much if you know what I mean.” She laughed.

“I’m lucky you’re still with me since you could have taken either one of them home and bedded them immediately.”

I was sure I looked embarrassed and turned a little uneasy. She looked at me and said, “You think I’m joking. It’s totally true. They are very hot ladies and they told me they think you are incredibly sexy.”

I laughed. We arrived at the driveway and stopped the car. She looked at me very subdued, “Are you unhappy you had to come and bring me back home instead of going home with Adesuwa? I saw how you looked at her and she is very beautiful.”

I looked back at Cynthia, “No, of course not. You were by far the most beautiful woman there tonight and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere except right here with you.”

She laughed. “You’re just saying that, but you’re sweet.”

I got around the car and opened the car door and took her hand. “There you go again being romantic. What will a girl do?”

I looked her in the eyes and looked down at her breasts and lips shining in the moonlight. “I’m serious Cynthia, you were the most beautiful woman tonight.”

She leaned forward, her breasts touched my chest and our lips locked into another incredible kiss.

She took my hand and turned in an extremely flirty way and pulled me towards the door of her house. “Can a lady convince you to come in for a glass of wine? I still haven’t given you your present.”

My confidence was high from the party so I followed her into the house. We went into the kitchen and I helped her open some white wine. We sipped the wine with the lights off and she put on some nice low music. She took me into the living room. “I didn’t get that many slow dances tonight because they all took their turns. Can you give the birthday girl another slow dance?”

My arms reached out. Cynthia moved slowly into my arms and she held me gently pressing her body against mine. She kicked her heels off to the side and then whispered into my ear, “You’re a very good kisser. Do I qualify for one more birthday kiss?”

I looked down at this incredible woman and our lips met and we kissed and kissed while the music played. My cock, as you can imagine, was jumping and pulsing as she applied gentle pressure with her hips. I let my hands wander down her back towards the top of her mini skirt to see if she would push them away, but she only gently acknowledged it by pressing her hips and lips just a little harder into me. My hands slowly inched over the waistline and I let them gently explore over the top of the pleated skirt feeling the firm but just below the thin fabric.

I couldn’t take any more Cynthia pulled away and took my hand again. She looked up at my face and said, “Time for your present. You’ve been such a wonderful date. So patient, so handsome. Follow me, it’s upstairs.” I looked at Cynthia. “No, no, you don’t need to give me anything. It was your birthday.” She looked me in the eyes. “Well, I already bought it and I do think you will like it based on what I know about you. Come on, upstairs and let me show you anyway. If you don’t like it, I’ll return it.”

I followed Cynthia up the stairs looking up under her pleated mini skirt the whole time and enjoying the garter belt and black lace underwear. I knew I would be going home and would need to masturbate soon and this would be the vision in my mind. She held my hand and walked me down the hallway to a large bed room with a large king size bed. I was a bid dizzy from the wine and champagne. Cynthia pushed down on my shoulders and told me to sit on the bed.

“You wait here for 17 minutes while I get the present ready.” Cynthia then disappeared and went into an adjoining room and closed a sliding door. I could hear packages being moved and a few sounds, but I couldn’t really figure out what she was up to.

She called out, “Turn on the music beside the bed and light the two candles. I really like candle light, don’t you.”

I was a bit confused, but I lit the candles and turned on the ipod by the bed. Soft light and soft music suffused the room. I lay back on the bed, tired after all the dancing and rested while I waited for this mysterious present.

The door slid open quietly. I was laying on the bed with my eyes closed and I opened them to a shimmering vision of feminine sexuality. Cynthia walked towards the bed like a vision, a white goddess. The candlelight flickered and highlighted the sexiest outfit I had ever seen. Cynthia was wearing a white baby doll teddy with an underwire bra profiling her already firm breasts. The bra had delicate lace and ruffles and a pink bow tied in the middle of her ample breasts.

Her light pink nipples and areola were faintly visible under the delicate lace fabric. A sheer white lace fabric was draped under the bra and fell to just around her hips. The baby doll fabric featured delicate polka dots in white and sheer lace to reveal her toned and firm stomach and tapered waistline leading to feminine hips that curved out nicely. Cynthia’s sexy hips framed her love triangle and butt line. She had on very tiny matching white lace panties with little pink bow ties on the side of each hip. Her long slender legs had white stay-up stockings with a sheer lace pattern. On her feet were some very cute white mule low heels with satin bows over her toes.

Cynthia walked close to me and held out her hands and took mine in her delicate grasp. I was helpless, stunned, speechless as she took my hands and said, “Prince, you have been the most wonderful birthday date a woman could ever have. I had so much fun…it’s been so long since I had fun.

My cock was rising and stiffening as I took in the vision before me. She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye, “Do you like your present?”

I stumbled with my speech and she giggled. “Well, you have been sneaking looks at me for years. Don’t you want to touch me?”

My hands reached out and she placed them around her waist. I had lost all control. Cynthia was directing me and I was in her control. I rose to stand next to her. The scent of her perfume, of her hair, intoxicated me.

“Kiss me Prince.” She commanded.

My lips moved down to her delicate lips shimmering with light pink lip gloss and our lips joined together, her wetness and her delicate tongue probing my mouth.

My cock hardened further and she pressed her hips into me, her love triangle pushing into my engorged penis. Her small hands lightly glazed across my shirt and she started to undo my buttons and she pulled the shirt off my shoulders. She lightly ran her fingernails across my chest and shoulders driving my cock towards its full eight inches. Her hands gently probed around my waist and finding my buckle she undid my belt and my slacks fell to the floor.



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Eager to get to my masturbation session, I grabbed my dirty clothes with one hand and opened the door with the other to hurriedly step outside...

... and nearly ran into Bukky. My big sister had been passing down the hallway, and she yelped in shock and jerked away when my face suddenly loomed just a few inches away from hers. I jerked away myself, taking a quick side-step to avoid bumping into her, and we both came to a stop a couple of feet away from each other, eyes wide open in surprise.

“Sorry! Sorry!” I apologized.

“Jeezus, you scared me!” Bukky exclaimed, holding her hand over her heart. But then her eyes dropped down my torso, taking in my bulging pecs and tense abs. I really did have a six-pack, and was quite proud of it, which was why I continued to do all those core workout videos. And then my sister’s eyes got REALLY big as she saw the bulging tent in my towel.

Right then, my towel slipped off completely. In my haste to side-step a collision, I had apparently stretched the limits of friction a single towel tuck can make. With my hands held up and to my sides in a defensive, apologetic posture, I was helpless to stop the terrycloth from puddling to the floor, revealing my throbbing manhood in all its glory.

Not that I stayed in that position to let her ogle away or anything. I felt the towel slipping down my thighs and had frantically tried to grab it before it fell, to no avail. It only took a second for me to duck down, grab the offending fabric with my right hand and hoist it over my crotch. My left hand likewise pinned my dirty clothes over my crotch, and I was left standing there, blushing beet red in embarrassment trying to cover my unclothedness.

Bukky blinked twice, still staring at my midsection as if she had X-ray vision and could see straight through both the bunched-up towel and my dirty clothes. Either that, or the sight of my naked dick had been burned into her retinas and she could still see afterimages of the thick column of mushroom-headed meat. Whatever the reason, it was clear she wasn’t about to move, so I did the first thing that came to mind. I chuckled nervously and scampered down the hallway to my room, nevermind that I had to show my big sister my naked butt the whole way. And it was only once I was in the privacy of a room with a closed door that I finally began to exhale.

On the bright side, being scared shitless was not the most arousing sensation in the world, and when I tossed my dirty clothes into the hamper and looked down at my crotch, I found that it had nearly gone soft all on its own.

At least now Arin wouldn’t have to wait for me long to start Game of Thrones.

Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Oh, holy shit!” a girl gasped in the darkness, followed by a thump as she stepped back onto the floor. I felt the mattress shift as her body weight no longer pressed into the pocketed-coil springs beside me.

Blinking a few times, I stared into the dim illumination, trying to identify who was in my room. “Bukky? Chelle?”

Without another word, whoever she was quickly walked to my bedroom door, cracked it open just enough to let her fit through, and she slithered outside while closing the door behind her.

Shaking cobwebs loose from my brain and scratching crusty bits from my eyes, I turned to look at the clock on my nightstand. It was after 3am, not an hour when I did my best thinking. In fact, I was so addled at the moment that I couldn’t be sure I hadn’t imagined that one of my sisters had come into my room for some randomly weird reason.

But then I noticed that I wasn’t under my bedcovers. Further, I noticed that I was sporting an 8-inch erection, standing up like a tilted flagpole through the flaps of both my boxer shorts and pajama pants. I was pretty sure it hadn’t gotten out on its own.

What the hell is going on?

Mr. Happy throbbed at me, bobbing slightly as if silently complaining that he wasn’t getting any attention. Letting my head flop back onto my pillow, I half-heartedly gave it a few pumps. But it was after 3am in the middle of the fucking night, and I was tired. I left my hand wrapped around my meat, let my brain drift away, and soon fell back into slumber.

Bukky was extra-bitchy the next morning. She complained about being stuck in quarantine during breakfast. She complained about being stuck in quarantine during lunch. She complained to her best friend via the media platform that her boyfriend didn’t have enough time for her. And she complained AGAIN about being stuck in quarantine during dinner.

Arin complained about Bukky complaining so much, especially since the the media platform with Rhoda was once again in the kitchen instead of upstairs in her room. Bukky started yelling that Arin didn’t know what it was like to be immunocompromised and scared to death of the virus - that if Arin caught it, she would get nothing more than a mild cold.






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Neither one of us was ready to wonder about what would happen tomorrow.

There were knocks at the front door. Now who could that be? Could it be Mrs. Edet coming to inquire about why she had not seen her daughter? But surely if she was the one, she would give me a call first. The knocks and this time more urgently.

"Are you expecting someone?" Kate asked.

"No. I will have to see."

I pulled up. My boxers, wore my singlet and moved to the door. I has not inhibitions about who the knocker.

"I'm coming," I said in response to more knocking. Without bothering to ask who it was I unlocked the door and opened it.

I nearly swooned at the face that beheld me. It was Rachel, my darling wife.

"What!" I wailed. "You ... you ..."

"Yes, it's me. Why are you looking like you've seen a ghost?"

Kate did something I would probably never forgive her. She stepped towards, clad only in panties and bra.

"Welcome, aunty," Kate greeted.

Rachel opened her mouth in shock. Needless to say that he'll was let loose. She made towards Kate as if a wrestling match was about to commence. I quickly had to hold her back.

"Kate, get the hell out of here! " I barked.

Rachel cursed and clawed at me, but I defiantly held on to her. Kate looked smug and satisfied. It was as if she had succeeded in her mission which was to wreck my marriage.
How could I have known that Rachel would be returning that evening?

She was implacable. She refused to sleep in the bedroom, despite my entreaties. The following morning, she declared that she and the children were living me for good. I must have Rachel back, I thought gloomily. I still loved her. She must understand that what happened was the handiwork of the devil and forgive.

As for Kate, that was the last I saw of the nanny's daughter.







Episode Two - Too Young to Love




Sometime around the age of 12 or 13, the quarrels and fights between my brother Akin and me seemed to fade into unimportance. Up until then our sibling rivalry had been intense. Now he suddenly looked like a handsome knight on a white stallion to me. And I had somehow become his princess to be protected. Well, at least most of the time...

I don't know what changed, but perhaps it had to do with the fact that my struggles with becoming biologically a woman coincided with his passage through puberty. Akin was a little more than a year older, but in school we were just a year apart. He played football and basketball and was a bit of a computer nerd along too. But I'm getting ahead of my story.

I got my first period two months after my thirteenth birthday. About 6 months before that I noticed that Mar's underwear sometimes had a stain in the front. Somehow, I knew this mysterious stain is not something I should ask about. I know now that he had "wet dreams.' I've looked that up on Google, so I had found out all about boys and their joysticks and ejaculation. I figured my period was something similar, only with Akin it happened anytime. And he didn't have any cramps with his But that's another story.

I also noted that I no longer minded that he stared at my breasts. When I first got them, it embarrassed me that they stuck out and it really bothered me that Akin would look at them jutting through my T-shirts. Now all that has gone and I rather like him looking at them.

The truth is, we had already had a few "show and tell" sessions when we were by ourselves on quiet afternoons. Our parents' bedroom was on the first floor and ours were next to each other on the second floor, so we could have private time if we wanted to be quiet.

Of course, Akin would never start it. It was always up to me. Except that when I got my period for the first time, Mom took him aside and told him! I was mortified. And Akin blushed for about three days every time he saw me. But thinking back on it, it was nice because I didn't have to tell him and he secretly gave me a nice hug when no one would catch him. I knew he liked me, in other words.

One afternoon, we were alone in the house, sitting on his bed. He was helping me with my history, asking questions from the book while I tried to answer them. I had a short skirt on and was flopping around on the bed.

"Hey, goofy! I can see your underwear. Keep your skirt down. You're a big girl now." He blushed furiously.






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“We don’t usually quarrel, ma’am.”

I could hear her chuckle. “Lucky you. Have you ever beaten her?”

Again, I shook my head, wondering why she was asking all these.

“Good, you must never raise up your hand against a woman.”

I nearly laughed. Why had this woman suddenly become a preacher? Several minutes later, we got to Ota. It was just few minutes after nine. Thank God Madam would not be getting late for the seminar.

“Before we go to the venue, I want to inspect my building site,” she said.

“No problem, Madam.”

She directed me to the place which was along Idi-Iroko Road. She got down from the car to unlock the iron gate herself while I drove inside. It was a quiet place. No one was within the house. I could see that the duplex was just completed and was yet to be occupied. From the bunch of keys in her hand, she opened the entrance door.

“You can come in,” she told me.

I followed her inside the house without question. The sitting room was tiled and the furniture were already there, although there was no sound system or electronic gadget.
She sat down on one of the sofas.

“I actually brought you here because I want to talk to you,” she began.

I was surprised. “Me? Talk to me?”

She nodded. “If you don’t mind, have a seat.”

I could not believe my ears. Was I hearing correctly? How could Madam bring me here to Ota just to ‘talk’ to me.

“Come on, sit down,” she urged.

I realized that her tone was no longer authoritative. It was solemn and almost plaintive.

I sighed and sat opposite her.

“I’ll go straight to the point,” she said. “I need a companion that will satisfy me. Can you be the one?”

My eyes popped out in surprise. Was I dreaming, or was I hearing right?

“I … I don’t understand, Madam,” I stuttered.




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"All of it. I'll swallow all of it."

She was breathing raggedly and gasping with wanton desire. "I'll swallow as much as you want to give me."

I reached down and stroked my rigid prick firmly upwards, forcing a gooey drop of pre-cum to ooze from the enflamed tip. I scooped it up on the tip of my index finger and brought it up to her lovely flushed face.

I moved my finger back and forth beneath her cute little nose. "Since you want my juice so badly, Tina here's a little pre-cum appetizer. Does that smell good?"

I could see her nostrils twitching with lust as she breathed in the manly scent of my liquid love. "Mmm, it smells wonderful," she purred. Her lips parted as her tongue ran out instinctively over the brilliant red lipstick, the alluring brown gash of her sensuous mouth becoming even more inviting.

"Would you like a little taste?" I teased as I circled my glistening fingertip provocatively a mere inch from her parted red lips.

"Yes," she gasped significantly, her lust-filled eyes never leaving my shiny fingertip.

"If you want it, let me see you make a pretty little 'O' for me with those sexy lips of yours."

She instantly formed her bright red lips into a small 'O', the pursed pillows beckoning to my glistening fingertip. I loved the bright red lipstick I'd picked out for her; with the first application her lips and mouth had become a welcoming pleasure-toy for my lust-driven desire.

I felt a surge go through me, flowing right down to my overheated groin and all the way up to the engorged tip of my rearing cock. It was the illicit lustful thrill of knowing that succulent beautiful mouth of hers would be locked well down on my surging prick soon enough.

"If I give this to you, are you going to be a good girl and let me do what I want with that pretty mouth of yours?"

"Yes," she replied; a pleading tone in her voice now as her tongue ran out around her lips once more.

"Alright then, here you go."

I slipped my sticky finger between her soft lips, feeling them close down upon it instantly. I felt her tongue slither around the tip, drawing the liquid goodness deep into her hungry mouth.

"Hmn," she purred blissfully, her eyes closing in pleasure as she sucked gently on my probing digit.

With her vivid pursed lips nursing wantonly on my finger, I drew it slowly back and forth between those full pouty pillows.

"That's my good girl, just keep doing that. In a few minutes, I'm going to start to work over that mouth of yours real good with something bigger."

She quivered with rapture at my words, her lush body slumping back against mine. I kept slowly sliding my finger back and forth between her sucking lips, my other hand kneading and caressing one firm breast.

“Now, I’ll like to take some memorable picture shots which I can always remember this moment by, just as I did the other time. Are you ready for me?”






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'Wait a minute. Are you saying you left Benin, despite asking you not to do so?'

I breathed in deeply. 'Dave, since yesterday evening, I've been in Lagos.' 

'So, you decided to please yourself, right?'

'It's not about pleasing myself,' I told him. 'It's about doing something that is very right.'

There was no response from him again. Seconds later he disconnected the line.  I sighed in exasperation. Going by the sign he had been giving me in the last few weeks, he was most likely fed up with the relationship. 
We did not do much at the hotel the next day other than to prepare for the commissioning.

On Wednesday, by nine in the morning, guests had started arriving for the occasion which was billed to commence by ten o'clock. The Chairman of the occasion, a serving female senator, was there. There were short speeches and the place was declared open. Work started in earnest.

My work was not just to sit in the office. I had to always go round and see that things were working the ways they should. I soon got to understand the pattern of patronage from customers. There was usually a lull in business in the morning till late afternoon. Apart from taking care of the needs of lodgers, much was not done in the morning time. 

But by early evening, business boomed. The bar was usually filled to capacity by seven-thirty p.m., till it closed at ten o'clock. Barbara would stay late before she would leave for her. It was a good thing that she lived at Ojodu, not far away. 

On Friday, business was so good there was no lull until about eleven. It was our first weekend. Barbara decided she would sleep in her office. I usually stayed around till about that time before going to my one-room apartment in the adjunct building. 

'You can sleep in my room, Barbara,' I offered.
She looked at me briefly. 'Are you sure about that?'

'Of course. The bed is quite small, but we can manage it.'

She grinned and brightened up. 'Well, thanks a lot, Queen.'

After ensuring that everything was in order, we left for my place. As usual, I had a shower and changed into a night wear. Barbara too went for a shower. I gave her one of my shorts and t-shirts to wear. It was few minutes to midnight when we lay on the bed to sleep.

'Tell me about your boyfriend,' Barbara said.

I grinned and told her about Dave. I also added how Dave threatened to give me the red card if I should come to Lagos.

'He's just like so many other guys - self-opinionated and selfish. From what you said he said, he has given you the red card already. Start looking for another lover.'

I grinned sadly. 'Well, I believe there's always another opportunity.'

'Don't waste your time on him,' she said in a tone that looked like she was counseling.

'What're about you? You've not told me about your lover,' I pressed.

She laughed shortly. 'I have boyfriends,' she said.

'Boyfriends? You keep more than a lover at a time?'



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"There's no problem, ma'am," I answered quickly. "They will surely pass this time around."

"Okay. Well done."

"Yes, ma'am."

I whistled softly to myself after she disconnected the line. If this woman ever got to know what I was doing with her daughters, I knew I would be in a big, big trouble. I consoled myself that she would never get to know. After all, Jane and Julie were not kids. Would they be so reckless as to reveal such an act? Would they naively go on to let the cat out of the bag?

On Friday, I was there at my normal time, but a big surprise awaited me.

"There's a change of where the lesson would be taking place," the house maid announced as soon as I stepped inside the house.

"Huh?"

"Yes. Mummy said instead of using the library upstairs, you are to use the dinning-table over there. Daddy and mummy will not come around until after seven p.m., so there will be no distraction."

My heart was thumping. Had madam suspected anything? But, surely if she knew what had happened, she would not take things so calmly.

I nodded dumbly at the house maid and moved to the table she had pointed at. It was a large mahogany table which served as the dining table. The top looked very glossy, but I was in no mood to appreciate aesthetics.

The twins soon came to join me there and from the way they looked, they too felt uncomfortable with the new arrangement. Whether we liked it or not, that was the place we had to start using.Here, everything was formal. There was no way we could digress to trivialities. We could not try any nonsense.

With the way the maid hovered around us, I knew that the days of lascivious extra-curricular activities were over. Jane and Julie very much knew this too.

After a week, I adjusted to the new setting. Somehow, I was glad that the nonsense I was doing with the girls was over. I was also somehow glad that I never had coital sex with any of them.

But that was not exactly the way things turned out to be. I was leaving the house one day when Madam Rose once again called my line.




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When I came back, she was still standing where I had left her.I looked at her enquiringly. “Aren’t you lonely staying alone in the house?” she asked.

“Why are you always holed up inside?” I shrugged. “Let’s just say I’m an introvert person. I’m a person who is not outgoing.”I sat down and stared absent-mindedly at the television.“Can I join you for some minutes?” she asked.

"Of course, sure. If you’re not too busy. Please, sit down.”She sat on the couch opposite me. “I told my apprentices that I was going on lunch break.

”She didn’t have to explain why she came around. I shrugged and smiled briefly.

"That’s okay. You don’t need to explain why you are here.”She smiled briefly too.

“So, what do you do to kill boredom?”I sighed.

“Well, I watch t.v and read.

She made a face. “You still read?"

"Of course. Nothing can stop me from reading.”

She nodded. “I think I like that. What kind of programmes do you like to watch on t.v?"

"Movies and sports."

"Ah, I suppose the bulk of that sports will be football.”I grinned. “You’re right. And you, what do you do in your spare time?"

"Music. I love to listen to music a lot.”I was tempted to ask her what kind of music but I decided not to. I could guess the genre she liked. “So, you don’t intend to go out today?” she asked.“No."

"Why don’t you just come around to my place in the evening for a change?"

Come to her place? I blinked rapidly. She lived at Gbaja, which was not far from where I lived. I knew her house, but had never entered the building. I shrugged.

“That will be no problem. I’ll probably just take a stroll to come around.”She smiled radiantly and stood up.

“Thank God you know the place. I close the saloon by seven-thirty, so by eight, I’ll be at home. I’ll be expecting you this evening, Tony." "Sure, I’ll be there,” I said, replicating her smile.

“Be expecting me.”






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'Hey, just Barbara is okay,' she protested.

I grinned. 'Okay, Barbara. Thank you.'

She stared at me briefly and studied me. I studied her too. She couldn't be less than thirty-four. Almost the same height with me, but she was a bit plump and busty. She looked pretty and confident. She certainly looked like a lady who was not a push-over.

'I've seen your curriculum vitae, and I'm impressed,’ she said. ‘Having a Second Class Upper in Food Technology is no joke. But this is a complete different terrain. This place is not about being academic. It's about smartness and astuteness. Baby, you are in Lagos now, and you've got to be smart. Some guys will want to take you for a ride, and some ladies too. But that’s if you allow them.’

She paused to gauge my attentiveness. I was all ears.

‘In hotel business, you meet all sorts of characters. You’ll meet the educated, the illiterate, the successful business people, and those that that are still struggling.’

I was in for a pep lecture. I waited.

‘You’ll meet honest ones and those that are unscrupulous and fraudulent. Hey, you must always be on your guard. People always want to take advantage of weak or soft ones.’

I nodded in agreement.

‘Queen, I don’t just want to be your boss or colleague. I want to be your friend. Do you accept my offer?’

I grinned. ‘Sure. It’s better we’re friends than we’re rivals.’

She nodded and grinned too. ‘Good. That will make this our job much easier. This hotel will be opened to the public and business after its commissioning on Wednesday. Now, let me tell you how the place will operate.’

I nodded. ‘Okay, Barbara.’

She told me how she had and Madam Rose had mapped out how to make things work. I listened to her carefully. I must say Barbara was brilliant. She combined beauty with brain and it was not difficult to see why Madam Rose had picked her for the job. I definitely had a lot to learn from her, but I would learn fast.

After the talks, she took me round the hotel. From the offices, we went to the lobby, the club, the restaurant and the rooms. We also went to the kitchen and the store house. Expectedly, the staffers would all start work on Wednesday. She also took me to the special rooms upstairs regarded as suites. I was impressed with everything. Madam Rose had done well.   

Within such a short time, Barbara and I were chatting as if we had been friends for years. After taking me round the hotel complex, I was shown (last, but not the least) the small office I would be using. It was the next room to hers, except that it was smaller and had only a chair for visitor. It was cozy, sort of, and i liked the place as it was. She sat on the visitor's seat while I sat on my leather, swivel chair.

'It means you can only receive a visitor at a time,' Barbara said and grinned.

Later, towards evening, I decided to call Dave.

'Hello, Dave,' I said. 'You did not even call to ask after me or about my trip.'

'What trip?' he asked, almost in a snappy tone.  
'My trip to Lagos, of course.'

'Wait a minute. Are you saying you left Benin, despite asking you not to do so?'




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The very fact that I was trying to Bleep her was what was turning me on so much!

I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her around. She refused to look up at me, keeping her eyes on the ground. I studied her face and came to rest on her full, sensual lips, the lips that tasted so wonderful! My desire flamed within me and I knew I was going to try to kiss her again! This was so weird! I was in lust with my own mother-in-law I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head up.

“Look at me, Momsie?” I asked.

She raised her head and looked me in the eye, hers filled with tears and her lips trembling slightly.

“I can't say I'm sorry about what I did.” I kept my hands resting on her shoulders. “I just acted on impulse”

My hands slid up her neck and came to rest under her jaw line. She kept her eyes on my mouth as I spoke, as if I would come up with some explanation that would absolve us both.

“That’s no excuse!” she said softly. “It was a lovely moment that turned into something….else!”

“I know and I’m sorry if I hurt you. It’s just that…you’re a truly beautiful woman Momsie and for a moment I forgot you were Momsie.” I said.

“Oh please!” she protested.

“No, its true!” I admonished. “I guess I never really noticed before, but you are a very sexy, beautiful woman.”

She just looked at me, her face telling me she was having a hard time buying this.

“Tola, when I think of what could have happened if your father-in-law hadn’t come in when he did.” she cried.

“It was just a kiss!” I argued, hoping it meant more to her too.

“It was more than that and you know it! It was where it might have headed!” she said.

“I…I guess in the state I was in……” I admitted. “But then why didn’t you do something?”

“I….I guess it’s because its been some time since I felt desirable. He hasn’t shown much interest in quite some time and when….you…..started……you know..….I sort of zoned out! I got swept away by feelings I haven’t experienced in quite a while. I guess…I…also forgot for a moment who I was with…" she explained, casting her eyes to the floor.

“Can we get past this?” I asked

“I….I…don’t….” she started. “We….have to! I can’t go through my life being afraid to come near you…”

I leaned into her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She stiffly stood there, quite undecided about how to react.

“Momsie?” I said, waiting for her reaction.




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She might try to take you home.”

We laughed together while I admired Anthonia’s athletic and lithe body and my mind couldn’t help wondering how flexible Anthonia was causing my already stimulated cock to get just a little more engorged. Simi was the last one I met. She was a tall slim lady who was taking business courses and trying to get a job at Oracle in software marketing. Simi had a beautifully shaped and nice breasts and the cutest accent when she talked. She had met Anthonia at a French class, had joined in the group of friends and now they were all best friends.

I leaned over to Cynthia and whispered in her ear, “There aren’t any men? Where are their dates?”

So, Cynthia turned to Chidinma. “Hey, what’s up? Where is Femi and all of your dates?”

Chidinma laughed. “Cynthia, we decided tonight was all about you and you having fun. We didn’t want any dates or boyfriends putting a damper on things.”

I could tell that I looked uncomfortable and Cynthia was looking questioningly at her friends. I turned to Adesuwa and said, “Well, perhaps I should go and let you ladies have fun.”

Anthonia took the hint and grabbed me by the arm taking me off to the side. She whispered in my ear, “We said we want Cynthia to have fun That means you are going to stay and you are going to dance with her. Understand? Don’t worry we won’t eat you up. Haha, at least not right away.”

Then, she led me back to the group and announced, “Prince is staying. He is officially Cynthia’s date and if you want to dance with him you need Cynthia’s permission.”

We all laughed and the champagne started to flow.


* * *

Needless to say, being surrounded by all these hot older women in a club and getting to dance with each one several times was extremely good for the ego. Cynthia was an excellent dancer and she told me she had taken ballet and piano as a child so she had beautiful dance movements. Around midnight, they brought out the cake and we all sang happy birthday and she blew out the candles while we all toasted her with champagne. Everyone asked her what her wish was and she said, “Top secret.”

We all laughed. Then, Anthonia and Adesuwa started chanting, “Birthday kiss for the birthday girl. Birthday kiss for the birthday girl.”

Soon, all the girls were chanting and they pushed me close to Cynthia and Adesuwa pushed Cynthia into my arms. The Champagne certainly had raised my courage level so I reached out, put my arms around Cynthia’s slim frame and pulled her in towards me. She did not resist and her eyes looked into mine with incredible excitement and sparkle. I closed my eyes and our lips touched. I waited to feel her pull away or to hesitate, but instead her body pushed into mine and her lips, delicate and soft, parted and her tongue gently started to probe my lips. I parted my lips in a daze and let her tongue enter.

My cock was pressing against my slacks and her hips gently pressed into the hard 8” rod. We just kept kissing and the ladies chanted, “Longer, Longer…!!”

Our kiss just went on and on with her perfume filling my dizzy head. When we finally broke the kiss, Cynthia’s friends all clapped and cheered. Cynthia looked down shyly and I heard Adesuwa go close to her ear and say, “You didn’t tell us that when you dumped Ayo, you had totally traded up. Where has Prince been hiding, you lucky girl you.”

The two of them laughed, thinking I had not heard. Cynthia turned and they both scanned my body and I could swear I detected a hint of lust in Cynthia’s eyes and Adesuwa’s also. It must be my imagination I thought.

After the birthday cake, the DJ moved on to some slow songs. I had to dance one with each of Chidinma, Ms. Amadi, Dupe and Adesuwa. Finally, it was Anthonia’s turn and she took me to the far end of the dance floor away from the other ladies. She actually pressed her body right into mine and held me very tight. With all the champagne I was in no condition to resist.

Towards the end of the dance she whispered in my ear, “Be nice to Cynthia tonight. It’s her birthday and she needs a man to make her feel good. Do you understand.”

I looked at her and said I would do my best. She said, “Don’t just do your best, make her feel like a woman. She needs something to pick her up.”

Well, the evening wore down and we said goodbye to the ladies and went to Cynthia’s car. There was very little traffic this late at night so we made it home fast. Cynthia held my hand the whole way home and had a perfect sleepy smile on her face the whole way. She asked me if I had had a nice time and I told her it was the best time I had ever had at a party in my whole life.




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