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Episode 2


Pastor Bukky looked straight in my direction and our eyes met. At least that’s what I thought until she moved her gaze away from the keyhole like she saw nothing. It was a mere coincidence. I resumed my Viewer activity and found my pastor turning around, then she mounted her large office seat holding on to the backrest and went on her knees thereby revealing her ass in its full glory. This time the laptop was not blocking my view. I saw my pastor’s fat pussy live. It was so moist that the bright office light made twinkling little stars from her glistening pussy juice. She arched her back so much that her ass cheeks bounced at the slightest move of her body. Her vulva stared directly at me. She slapped her clit severally with her pink Love Machine until she squirted a few drops of her pussy juice on her seat. There I felt like my dick was about to explode inside my pants.
I held on to my cock like I will never let go as I watched Pastor Bukky slowly sit her pussy on the fortunate pink Love Machine. She started to ride it slowly and I watched every little detail. After bouncing on the Love Machine for a while she would rest and rub her succulent boobs against the backrest like she was really riding the dick of some handsome male model just like me (make I hype myself small). I watched as she slowly removed every piece of clothing she had on. She mounted her table and started talking to the laptop again. Pastor Bukky became a vixen all of a sudden. She wiggled her waist on the large office table as she shoved all the books and Sunday school manuals to one side of the table surface. I’m sure the guy on the other end of the video chat was stroking his cock hard at that point. My pastor soon laid on her back spreading her legs wide right in front of the screen. She stroked and bleeped her pussy really hard and I could tell she was cumming from the way her body convulsed. Thoughts of how Pastor Bukky must have felt in her pussy got me on the verge of explosion so I quickly reached for my handkerchief in my left pocket. I imagined myself and Pastor Bukky in each other’s arms as I came hard into my white hankie. I wiped myself clean and raced down the stairs to the head of security’s office in order to ask him to lock up on my behalf. I had to leave immediately.
Mr Martin quickly closed the lid of his laptop as soon as I entered his office. “Bro Tunde, what can I do for you?”, he asked with a shaky voice that easily sold him out. I knew he must have been up to something he didn’t want me to see on the laptop. I didn’t mind though as I just finished doing something bad myself. I gave him my instructions on locking the church premises after pastor Bukky must have left. I got a bike as soon as I got to the church gate and was on my way home when I remembered I left the handout I collected from a course mate earlier in the church vestry. It was needed for the night so I begged the bike man to turn back. I got to the church premises and picked up my handout in no time. I expected to hear from the church security but there was no challenge despite how loudly the vestry door creaked. I decided to check the security office to see if there’s anyone there. It was empty.
I slowly and quietly moved down the hallway to check each office door with no sign of the security man so I headed up the stairs to Pastor Bukky’s floor. I tiptoed until I got to her office door. I could hear her giving Mr Martin some instructions. From what I gathered, she will linger a little longer in her office that evening for some intercessory prayers and a particular pastor in the church was to join her in about an hour. All that was none of my business. I was actually expecting to hear Pastor Bukky’s moans under the security man’s dick strokes but was disappointed. The erotic session was obviously over. Then I remembered the bike man was waiting for me outside the church gate and that just meant my bill was increasing so I raced downstairs and out of the church premises. I hopped on the bike and got home in no time. I got myself a decent dinner and soon started with my studies but as anyone would guess, it was so difficult for me to concentrate. Thoughts of Pastor Bukky’s juicy pussy won’t leave my head easily.
A mischievous me soon started making some dirty plans. You won’t believe what happened next.

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Episode 2


My landlord and his other wives left home earlier to visit their kids in the boarding school just outside Lagos. Cynthia the youngest wife who is yet to have a baby was home alone and has been sleeping all day until boredom pushed her into doing some laundry. Now she’s in my apartment scanning through my DVD collection. She needs a good movie to watch while she waits for her husband and other wives.
After going through a lot of foreign movies, I could sense disappointment in her face. She wanted some local Nollywood movie instead. I was busy trying to convince her to try ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ when she flashed a DVD pack in my face, “which one is this?”, she asked as I looked on. It was a West Coast Production porn DVD with vivid images of the porn stars on the pack. Una trust me say I no dey dull. I quickly told her that’s what I watch as a single man whenever I feel the urge to have sex.
She responded, “Na wah o! I think that’s what I will do too. Bros Tunde, please let me go and watch it before they return, sometimes I find myself in your situation too despite being married”. I couldn’t believe my ears so I asked her, “you mean oga landlord doesn’t give you good sex?”. She easily opened up to me about her sex life with her husband. All she did was complain bitterly. I agreed she was sexually frustrated.
About an hour later she returned with my DVD. She claimed she was tired of watching and she’s returning it already. I asked if she masturbated while watching and she said yes. She went further to say, “I find it hard to reach a climax on my own”. “Really? Then think of me next time you do that”, I responded with a sheepish smile. She laughed as she confessed she was actually thinking about me while touching herself but the imagination wasn’t enough for her. I could only ask, “you want the real thing?”
Silence means yes to me so I pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Cynthia didn’t protest the least bit. You could tell she has prayed for this to happen since the first day she set her eyes on me in the house. We kissed from the TV as we slowly moved toward my sofa. She sat in as I knelt before her. I kissed and squeezed on her boobs. She was gonna moan a little too loud so I turned up the volume of the music playing in the background.
Her legs spread open the moment my hand touched her thigh. I could not wait to get to her pussy. My finger soon landed in her wetness. Her warm and ready cunt was already pulsating on my finger. I sniffed the finger and I could tell her pussy was clean from the smell. Without wasting time, I undid her loosely hanging wrapper as I buried my tongue inside her pussy. Her legs quaked as I lapped away on her sweet clitoris. She moaned as I swiped my tongue from her ass hole up to her cunt.
Cynthia got up and asked to return the favor, but she wanted the 69 position she saw from the porn DVD earlier.

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She signaled me to sit on the sofa. Her full breasts dangled as she walked toward my throbbing-hard rooster. She gently parted her pussy lips with her left hand as she sat her super-wet cunt on my ever ready manhood. She started to ride me. I could not help but catch her hard nipples with my lips as I sucked away from one nipple to another. Cynthia’s eyes were shut as she bounced up and down on my stiff rooster.
Her body movements became more irregular. She let out soft indiscreet moans as her whole body quaked for nearly a minute. The slime in her pussy got me so turned on I had to finger her ass hole while bleeping her fast from under. She loved it so I sucked on her nipple as she orgasmed all over my relentless rooster. She held me tight like she’ll never let go. We were there on the sofa with my hardness buried deep inside her. “Damn! I’ve never seen Cynthia this wild”, I said to myself.
We heard the gate sound as a car drove into the compound, it was the landlord. Both of us could tell from the familiar car horn. Cynthia jumped up from my dick. poo! I was yet to cum. She made for her spaghetti blouse and the wrapper which were on the floor. She hurried through the kitchen door and told me she’ll be back soon. I walked behind her and smacked her ass gently as I shut the door behind her. I looked up and prayed in my mind, “God! Abeg no let toto kill me for this life wey I come”. I hope this never happens again.
Cynthia started seducing me since January, even though I didn’t notice it at first. It gradually became obvious as she constantly tries to impress me, even with her local Owerri-spiced English. Cynthia is my landlord’s youngest wife. He brought her to Lagos after his last visit to the village in December. She is young and was obviously sold to my landlord by her poor parents in exchange for monetary favors.
She washed some clothes earlier and was spreading them to dry just across my kitchen window. Her singing caught my attention. I had to move closer to the window to observe her curves and I know my greedy landlord must have parted with some good money to get Cynthia for a third wife.
Cynthia suddenly looked back like she was expecting me to be there by my window. Our eyes met and she gave me a devilish but seductive smile. I smiled back at her and did my best to avoid her temptation by leaving the window side. I tried to get my mind off her by putting on some music. I remember playing the song ‘Sex with you’ by Marques Houston at a very low volume.
I heard soft knocks on my kitchen door which is very unusual as all my visitors come through the front door. I reluctantly opened to meet a smiling Cynthia. She swiftly stepped in like she wouldn’t like to be seen by other neighbors. “Bros Tunde, you dey busy?” she whispered. I was suddenly lost for words as I managed to say no. I was happy thinking she wants to hire my taxi but….


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