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This is yet another exciting story. Put on your seat belt as we embark on another erotic ride.

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Too Hot to Handle


Frankie


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In Too Hot to Handle, the meeting of a sexy lady and a zealous male is always with a steamy consequence. The men want just one thing: sex. The ladies too are not the type to shy away from the challenge. Now, the two can tango in the sex dance.




Episode 1

Roli was a regular face in the family and had been helping me out around the house for some days while my wife, a senior level public servant, was on an official trip outside Lagos. Rebecca worked for a federal government agency and had been off to Ibadan

Roli was a niece to my wife and of course much younger. She had come home from the polytechnic which she attended for the August break.

"Be careful," my wife jokingly said before she left, "Keep the faith without messing around till I come back." She poked. I knew she made it look like a joke, but I could sense some seriousness behind it.

I have to admit that the thought had not even occurred to me. But my darling wife had good instincts.

Roli was stunning. At twenty-one, she had black tick hair, full lips, large breasts, a slim waist and an amazing heart-shaped bum that she covered every part of her tight jeans.

Often, I could sight the top of her sexy underwear as she bent down to get something from the lower part of our kitchen cabinets. She liked to
wear low-cut blouses or tank tops.

We had twin girls, Mary and Martha, who were just seven years old. Certainly, Roli's help would be required. I worked out of my home office
most of the time (I was a software developer) but even so, there were times when I had to leave to meet with clients.

A good hand to the house chores was essential when my wife was out of the city and could not cover for me at home when the girls were back
from school.

Roli and I exchanged only the barest of pleasantries for the first day. I was busy with work, and she was getting used to the two girls' demanding
routines.

They needed help waking up, eating breakfast and getting ready for school.

Then someone, usually me, took them to their school, where they stayed for hours until the school closed and Rebecca would pick them up.

Sometimes she would bring them straight home, other times they would go together to a not far away after-school for a few hours, and eat
lunches that she had packed for them.

On the third day that Roli stayed with us, I got into the habit of checking out her dressing.

I had observed that every day, it seemed like she wore something that really emphasized the different ‘contours’ of her body. One day, it would
be a black low-cut blouse that showed off her ample cleavage, the next day it might be a short skirt that barely covered her bum.




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Dapo licked his lips. Precious’s cleavage seemed to go on forever. He could even see her large, thick nipples pressing against the front of her bra, begging to be released. Her panties were pulled high to clearly outline her pussy. When he was finally able to get his thoughts in order, he slipped out from behind the desk. He was not sure if he should kiss her and just jump right into it, so he led her backward onto the couch along the wall of his office.

When her legs bumped against the cushion and she sat down. Without further fuss, Dapo knelt between her legs. He ran his hands up the insides of her warm and gentle, yet firm thighs to their ends. Slowly, he parted her legs further as he ogled up at her. Feelings of excitement filled him beyond what words could describe. Sex with his wife had gotten burdensome as of late, especially after nearly five years of marriage. But this young lady that was much younger was throwing herself at him. It was something special, something exciting. How could he not take her offer?

Precious returned his gaze and without a word, she spread her legs as far as she could for him, offering herself even more without reservation.
Looking down, he saw her aroused lips pressed against the crotch of her panties. A long wet line of her desire stretched vertically, revealing her want of him.

Gently, he traced a finger up and down the material before pressing the palm of his hand flat on her cunt to massage it. Instantly, Precious’s breathing changed as she leaned back further on the couch. Teasingly, he pulled his hand away and resumed running a finger up and down the material. Then silently, he removed the finger, now slick with her juices and brought it to his mouth.

He could not help it. The last time he was even near his wife’s pussy like this was forever ago. He could not remember how it smelt or tasted—he could not any pussy. But Precious’s pussy smelt and tasted like something blissful.

His secretary watched through half-lidded eyes as he brought his finger to his mouth and licked the juices from it. “Mm, that gets me so hot.”

Dapo was a little out of practice, but he had watched enough internet porn over the last couple years to have an idea what this sexy, little vixen wanted. He reached back down and grabbed the material of her panties and pulled them upward until they were nestled between her swollen folds. It was only then that he returned his finger to exploring.

Precious’s head fell back as she moaned, allowing herself to surrender to the feelings that were spreading from her pussy to envelop her body. Her hips began to press upward, forcing her cunt against his hand with an almost urgent need for his fingers to be indie of her.

“I’ve wanted this since I first noticed you noticing me,” she confessed. Her moans intensified as she urged him to sink his fingers into her pussy. “I was afraid cause I didn’t know if you would ... since you’re married.”

Smiling, Dapo continued strumming across the folds of her pussy. Before now, before today, he would never have thought about cheating on his wife. Their sex life might be in shambles, but he was faithful—yes, he was.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, Precious reached down and yanked the panties from between her folds.

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Later that evening, I came home from a night out with my friends to find Roli asleep on the couch. It was few minutes past nine and I was sure the girls too had slept off. On the dining table not far away was a foreign novel with steamy picture of a young woman, scantily dressed, with her hands bound behind her back.

"She was made her boss's slave," read the back cover, "little did she know, it would be true love."

I picked up the book without waking Roli and took it with me.

The next morning, Roli was quiet at breakfast. She must have noticed that the book was missing.

"Roli," I said as she cleared the breakfast dishes, "I want to talk to you after you drop the girls off at school. Please come to my office."

She murmured something that sounded like an "okay." Her eyes looked anxious.

I went to my office and put the salacious paperback on my desk, then sat back in my chair as I waited for Roli to return. I had skimmed it the
night before, reading most of the sex scenes.

I had to admit, it was surprising to me that a girl as wholesome looking as Roli would enjoy reading about some of the sexual practices described in the book.

It was the story of a secretary who was spanked, dominated, and used by her boss. He handcuffed her, whipped her, shoved his dick down her throat and called her all kinds of lusty names. He would cum in her honey pot, mouth and on her face. She loved him and called him "Master."

It was hot, steamy stuff, I thought. But I had to admit that I was turned on by at least some of it, and I knew that having the book in my possession might give me the currency I needed to get the ball rolling when there was the need, so to speak.

There was still a couple of days go before my wife would come back, and I aimed to have some fun with her niece, right or wrong. I had no doubt that the seductive Roli would not say no to my overture.

I heard the door close. Roli was back. Timid footsteps creaked along the passage-way to my office, then there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said.

She entered. Her face turned pale when she saw the book she had been reading on the desk in front of me.

"What kind of lady," I began, "would read something like this around children?"

"They were in bed," she stuttered. "I did not read it when they were awake."

"Is that right?" I asked, enjoying the sight of the beautiful young woman's breasts heaving in consternation, "or did you want me to find it?"

Her face wore a worried look. "No of course not, Uncle!"

"You've been dressing very provocatively lately, haven't you Roli?"

"Not on purpose, Uncle."

"I am not so sure about that, my dear."

She was quiet. Her gaze was still on the floor.

"Look at me Roli," I said.

She obeyed. There was a kind of solemnity in her eyes.


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"You've been dressing very provocatively lately, haven't you Roli?"

"Not on purpose, Uncle."

"I am not so sure about that, my dear."

She was quiet. Her gaze was still on the floor.

"Look at me Roli," I said.

She obeyed. There was a kind of solemnity in her eyes.

"Tell me that you are a dick-teasing lady, and we'll never discuss this again."

"What?" she turned bright red, and seemed genuinely shocked. But she looked me in the eyes. “What did you just say, Uncle?”

"Say the words, Roli. Say 'I am a dick-teasing lady' and we will never have to talk about this again."

"No!" she said. There was disapproval and defiance in her tone now.

"Very well," I said, "I'll just have to make you. It's what you want anyway, isn't it?"

I grabbed the luscious 21-year-old and pulled her over my lap. She struggled against me, but I pulled both of her hands behind her back easily.
I delivered several hard slaps to her skirt-covered bum.

"Stop squirming, Roli," I said, "you are only making things harder on yourself. Just say what I told you to say and I'll stop."

"NO!" she screamed. "You could not do this! I am not a little girl!"

"Oh, but you are still under our roof and care. Besides, do nice girls read books like that?" I said, smacking her bum again, "I don't think so!"

I got toed under her skirt to feel her panties.

"Do you need to flash your sexiness at the husband of your aunt?"

There was no response from her. I gave her a smack. I spanked her again.

"Please stop, Uncle."

"What kind of girl are you, Roli?"

"I am -- I am not a girl!"

I gave her another smack.

"I just don't think I am getting through to you, Roli."

With my free hand, I yanked down her panties, tearing them at the waist so that they came off her legs without having to pass over her shoes.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, "What do you think you are doing?"

“You are going to receive the kind of treatment you read in that book.” I tore at her panties.

“You shouldn’t do that.”

"They're going to come in handy you little lady," I said, using the torn panties to secure her hands behind her back. Now I was free to lift her skirt
and continue the spanking. When I flipped her skirt up to expose her incredible bum, I felt my dick twitch in my pants. I knew it was going to
need some attention very soon.

"Roli," I said, pushing a finger into her sopping honey pot, "I do believe the spanking has gotten you wet. Would a nice girl get wet from a
spanking? I don't think so."


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"You've been dressing very provocatively lately, haven't you Roli?"

"Not on purpose, Uncle."

"I am not so sure about that, my dear."

She was quiet. Her gaze was still on the floor.

"Look at me Roli," I said.

She obeyed. There was a kind of solemnity in her eyes.

"Tell me that you are a dick-teasing lady, and we'll never discuss this again."

"What?" she turned bright red, and seemed genuinely shocked. But she looked me in the eyes. “What did you just say, Uncle?”

"Say the words, Roli. Say 'I am a dick-teasing lady' and we will never have to talk about this again."

"No!" she said. There was disapproval and defiance in her tone now.

"Very well," I said, "I'll just have to make you. It's what you want anyway, isn't it?"

I grabbed the luscious 21-year-old and pulled her over my lap. She struggled against me, but I pulled both of her hands behind her back easily.
I delivered several hard slaps to her skirt-covered bum.

"Stop squirming, Roli," I said, "you are only making things harder on yourself. Just say what I told you to say and I'll stop."

"NO!" she screamed. "You could not do this! I am not a little girl!"

"Oh, but you are still under our roof and care. Besides, do nice girls read books like that?" I said, smacking her bum again, "I don't think so!"

I got toed under her skirt to feel her panties.

"Do you need to flash your sexiness at the husband of your aunt?"

There was no response from her. I gave her a smack. I spanked her again.

"Please stop, Uncle."

"What kind of girl are you, Roli?"

"I am -- I am not a girl!"

I gave her another smack.

"I just don't think I am getting through to you, Roli."

With my free hand, I yanked down her panties, tearing them at the waist so that they came off her legs without having to pass over her shoes.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, "What do you think you are doing?"

“You are going to receive the kind of treatment you read in that book.” I tore at her panties.

“You shouldn’t do that.”

"They're going to come in handy you little lady," I said, using the torn panties to secure her hands behind her back. Now I was free to lift her skirt
and continue the spanking. When I flipped her skirt up to expose her incredible bum, I felt my dick twitch in my pants. I knew it was going to
need some attention very soon.

"Roli," I said, pushing a finger into her sopping honey pot, "I do believe the spanking has gotten you wet. Would a nice girl get wet from a
spanking? I don't think so."


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"Roli," I said, pushing a finger into her sopping honey pot, "I do believe the spanking has gotten you wet. Would a nice girl get wet from a spanking? I don't think so."

She moaned as I worked my fingers in and out.

"I am -- I am a good girl," she moaned.

I smiled. What a nice game we were playing. She cooperated in it as if that was her expectation.

"Wrong answer again, Roli. I think you might actually like this."

"Hmn," she moaned. Her body was beginning to shake in a state of excitement.

"I still don't think I am getting through to you, Roli. I think I am going to have to use my belt."

"No!" she cried, squirming even more over my lap, "Don't use your belt Uncle. That won’t be nice. I don’t want it to get to that extent."

"Oh, well. I guess using the hand to do the spanking is good enough. I think you know what the magic words are. You really have to tell me that
you are a dick-teasing young lady!"

"I am a nice girl," she whispered.

Dramatically, I unhooked my belt with one hand and pulled on it. It made a whipping sound as it moved through the loops on my trousers. I
coiled it in my hand and ran it across Roli's already-reddened bum so that she could feel the smooth leather. I raised it up like someone about
to really use it.

"One last chance Roli. What do we call girls like you?"

"I am a good girl," she said, defiantly.

"Ok, you asked for it."

I brought my belt down on the table in a mock way of hitting her. The sound gave a crack.

"What do we call girls like you, Roli?"

"I am a good girl!"' she repeated, her voice daring me. The two of us would undoubtedly be good in theatrics. I worked two fingers into her honey pot, probing her wetness and teasing her clit as I wound up for another smack. The table sounded again. My fingers continued their work
while Roli moaned in pleasure.

"Rub my honey pot, Uncle."

"What was that, Roli?"

"Rub my honey pot, please, sir."

I dropped the belt to spank her bum with my left palm. I could almost see the welt it would leave rising before my eyes.

Roli moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The spanking was a little hard this time.



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