She signaled me to sit on the sofa. Her full breasts dangled as she walked toward my throbbing-hard cock. 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 cock.
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 fucking her fast from under. She loved it so I sucked on her nipple as she orgasmed all over my relentless cock. 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. Shit! 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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Pastor Bukky was a beauty to behold. Tall, thick, curvy with breasts to die for and a contradicting deep voice while her innocent doll face dazzles whenever she looked into the audience from the altar. Her American accent made her such a joy to listen to. She would pace from left to right on the altar during the sermon and I’ll never hear a thing she said. Even on a particular Sunday when she wore a loose fancy Arabian gown, her ass still managed to project it’s curvaceousness through the shaky polyester material. Pastor Bukky had all the qualities of a mega porn star but I wonder what she’s doing on the pulpit. She once asked the congregation to lift up holy hands with eyes closed while singing praises. I obeyed but my mind was busy imagining what Pastor Bukky looked like without her clothes on. Yet I was one of the most active ushers in the church then. I soon came out of my daydreaming to tell myself the bitter truth. It will never happen between me and Pastor Bukky. Besides, she is the first daughter of the church’s general overseer and even though she’s a spinster, a whole lot of chastity was expected from her. This was way back in my university days.
One Wednesday, after the mid-week service I had to wait in order to lock the main auditorium and hand over the keys to the church security. I could tell Pastor Bukky was still in her office because her red Toyota Corolla was still parked in her space even though all other church members already left. I was in a haste to lock up and get home as I had a test the next morning. I needed to study. I walked to the end of the hallway after climbing the stairs and moved close to Pastor Bukky’s office to see if she was attending to anybody. I put my ear to the door and heard soft whispers so I figured she was in a counseling session but then, “why the whispering?”, I asked myself. I lingered a little longer at the door only for me to hear one very short but slightly loud moan. I couldn’t believe my ears so I asked my eyes for help by using the keyhole. She had her laptop and her left leg on the large office table, one hand operating the laptop with the other doing something I didn’t understand between her legs.
I watched from the keyhole for minutes until Pastor Bukky became a little more reckless with her moaning. She must be thinking she was the only one left in the premises. She soon stood and raised her skirt up to just beneath her succulent breasts and from the way she whispered to the laptop screen I knew she was on some video chat. She fingered herself until her neck tilted backward and her lips formed an ‘O’ shape. Right there I confirmed Pastor Bukky was masturbating. I could not help but stroke my rooster through my black denim trousers. I did that for a while before making up my mind to unzip and release my already throbbing erection. I looked away from the keyhole for a while in order to bring my dick out without hurting myself with the metallic zippers of my denim. I returned to the keyhole and Pastor Bukky was trying to bring something out of her handbag.
As I watched with keen interest, my pastor brought out a medium sized pink Love Machine from her bag and inserted it first into her mouth as if to lubricate it with her saliva. She then pushed it deep into her throat a few times. I grabbed my rooster firmly and stroked it as if it was replacing the Love Machine in Pastor’s mouth. The Love Machine came out of her throat with very thick saliva on it. She then spread both legs and put them on the table with the laptop in between. The screen prevented me from viewing my pastor’s pussy but the expression on her face and body movement were enough to feed my imagination that evening. I could tell she was rubbing her clit and randomly slapping it with the Love Machine until she got super wet. I stood at the door wishing I could just summon the courage to go in and Bleep the hell out of this pastor I’ve always had lustful feelings for. She let out another loud moan as she inserted the full length of the Love Machine inside her vagina. Her eyes closed at the first thrust with a priceless expression on her face. Then I had only one thought left in my head. How to get inside Pastor Bukky’s office and make her use my dick instead of that Love Machine.

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Janet seemed to be so distracted. She yawned almost every five minutes we spent together. I must be boring her silly with the driving instructions I was giving her. We’ve been together in the car for almost two hours and she’s yet to master how to shift the automatic gear into reverse mode. Everything I told her merely went in through her right ear only to escape through the left. I was almost frustrated enough to send her back home to her father. I wanted to teach her how to drive in record time so I can get paid by her father who employed me for that sole purpose. There are so many things I have to do at home before taking my taxi out for the day’s business. I expected Janet to be way smarter and intelligent than she’s exhibiting. She is chief Obi’s last daughter who just graduated from the university of Lagos on the first class honors roll. Chief Obi bought her a brand new Toyota Corolla for making her family so proud and I was assigned the duty to make sure she’s a good driver before she hit the crazy Lagos roads with her new toy. I was expecting a very fast learner but instead I got a very dull and nasty girl who chews gum loudly and stares at me in a despicable manner like ‘what the Bleep is this one saying?’
I took it as part of the work I need to do for my pay so I didn’t mind her disrespecting me. I tried to be as professional as possible. Good thing we have the whole football pitch of a community primary school in the neighborhood to ourselves for the driving lessons. I don’t have to worry abut her bumping into anything but the goal posts on each end of the large field. At some point I was giving her instructions and familiarizing her with the dashboard of the car. I have been talking for almost two minutes when I looked at Janet and found out she’s been looking outside the window. She didn’t even pick a thing I said. I asked her to show me the odometer and she blew a big bubble with the gum in her mouth until it exploded in my face with a loud pop sound. That was it for me. I’ve had enough of this brat. I churned up all the dirty words I had in my mind for her. As far as I was concerned, I didn’t see a first class material in her. “She couldn’t even pay attention so how did she manage to survive in school let alone bag a first class?”, I said to myself. “Hmm…is that how to teach someone to drive? Instead of you to push your sit back and let me seat between your legs”, Janet suddenly spoke. It was the first time she really spoke to me since we began the driving lessons.
I got down from the driver's seat and called her to come drive. She got off the passenger's side and as soon as she was in the driver's seat she pushed the seat adjustment button until there was ample space between the driver's seat and the steering wheel. She held the steering wheel, leaned forward and sat at the tip of the driver's seat with her petite ass. Janet asked me to come sit right behind her just like one will do on a bike. It was quite funny to me hearing such words from a girl I concluded was a dumb brat only a while ago. I sat behind her as she wanted and Janet suddenly became very expressive. “Ehen! We can start the lessons all over Mr Tisha”, she said playfully while adjusting herself to be more comfortable. She wiggled her petite body until she was okay, not minding how soft or hard her body was touching mine. I almost had an erection so I had to mime Busta Rhymes’ Dangerous in my head in order to get my straying mind off the x-rated thoughts that are beginning to grow like a tumor. I almost wrapped both arms around Janet in a bid to hold the steering wheel with her. I cleared my throat and was about to start all over when Janet cut in.
Janet repeated everything I’ve said from the moment her dad introduced us to each other earlier in the day to when she moved into the driver’s seat. She analyzed the psychology behind my reactions as she quoted me word for word. She even pointed to all the items in the dashboard and explained their precise functions. I was awestruck that I couldn’t say a thing. Her smartness stunned me so much that I instantly understood why Janet must be a first class graduate. “I know you’re surprised but it’s okay. Can we begin the driving lessons now?”, she asked while wriggling her small ass against my dick seductively again. It was obvious she did it intentionally. I got an erection immediately and I was so shameless about it that I let it poke her butt freely. Janet didn’t say a word. She made sure the gear pointed to the letter ‘P’ and pressed her ass further into my hardness as she turned the key to start the engine. She revved the engine a little too hard so I told her to take it easy. She shifted the gear stick to ‘D’ and stepped on the accelerator. The car moved but Janet slammed her foot on the break pedal immediately and we both jerked toward the steering wheel. Janet grabbed my hardness through my denim trousers as she eased herself back into the seat. “Hmm…my teacher has a long thing”, she said.

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