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“So, you’re the new cock in the hen house, I hear,” Favor said with a mischievous grin.

“Huh, what?” I was lost.

“Don’t worry about it. It was a bad joke.” Favor answered.

“Can we go somewhere private to chat a bit before our ride?” I asked.

“Sure. How private are you looking for big guy?” She said smirking.

“Anywhere we won’t be disturbed for a bit.” I replied as deadpan as possible.

“Come on, follow me. I know where we should go.” Favor responded.

We walked out of the break room and down a short hall, around a corner, around another corner, down a long hallway to a lone office. Favor used her ID to unlock the electronic door, switched the light on and invited me in.

I sat down in a traditional office chair with Favor sitting in another one about 3 feet from me, facing me.

“Well? What do you want to talk about?” Favor asked.

“This job and you.” I replied surprising Favor.

I started by asking her what she had heard about me.

“Well, you apparently know how to please a woman. The gossip is that you’re packing a 9” cock. You made Madam Faith cum so much she had to beg you to stop banging her, which by the way, has never happened before. You have bleeped two girls, Helen and Josephine, into unconsciousness. You are polite and a gentleman, which seems to make you the target for virtually every woman working here to want to have sex with you………Oh, and you have shown great affection towards Madam Faith’s assistant, Helen,” Favor said, smiling the whole time.

I smirked and shrugged my shoulders. I should have known that I was being too obvious about my feelings towards Helen. Now, everyone knows our business, or at least they think they do.

“What have you heard about me, Emman?” Favor asked.

“You are the number one most requested agent here. You have been employed approximately 14 to twenty months. You are clearly Madam Faith’s favorite employee and you’re generally known for keeping your mouth shut. Am I close?” I said, kind of feeling like the cat who ate the mouse.

“Well, you don’t seem to know much about me sexually though.” Was her reply.

“So then tell me.” I replied in a smart-ass tone.

“I’d rather show you,” Favor said

“Absolutely!”

We both stood up and wrapped our arms around each other, pressing our bodies together. Our lips met in a slow gentle kiss. She leaned in and cupped my face gently, all the while kissing me. She gently bit my bottom lip.

My hands began to roam over her body. She let go of my face and began unbuckling my belt. In one deft move, she unclasped my trousers, unzipped me and had my trousers around my ankles.

She knelt in front of me putting her fingers inside of my boxer shorts and pulled them down to lay on top of my trousers. I’m sure I looked silly. Suit coat, long sleeve dress shirt, tie, socks and dress shoes.




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kweensheba:
Interesting update

Thanks.

Ride on.

I switched to more of a sucking motion, almost as if I were giving a Mouth Gig to a tiny, female cock, and she really got into that for a while. But again, once she got adjusted to the feelings, she settled down.

There were a lot of different things she liked, but I had to keep changing it up. I’d read about licking the alphabet, which worked fine for stimulating her into squeals and sighs but not so much for pushing her over the edge into orgasm. I tried to stray away from her clit for a while, but she just sort of squirmed and shifted her hips trying to get me back, so I quickly figured I should simply stay focused on that little nub, at least for my first time. If we had repeat encounters in the future I could try experimenting a little more, but for now I really wanted to make her happy. and from the sounds she was making and the way she kept flooding my face with girlcum, I seemed to be doing a pretty good job.

By the time Helen started ramping up to her third climax, I’d started to develop a routine not unlike the way I figured out the best order for giving massages. I pushed and I prodded. I licked and I swirled. I nibbled down gently, and even not so gently when appropriate. and I held on for dear life when she squeezed her thighs around my head, threatening to suffocate me while her hands pulled my hair and her heels hammered my back.

At last, she pushed me away from her crotch and rolled over onto her side, curling into a fetal position. “that’s it, that’s it. No more,” she gasped, visibly trembling. Helen suddenlylooked smaller, less the larger-than-life Miss Popular she always seemed to be at school, and more just another teenage girl in a little bit over her head, the same as the Pretty-Young-Things members I’d come to adore.

I reacted the same way I had when Christy had started crying in my minivan. I quickly slid up onto the bed, spooned myself behind the bright-haired beauty, and hugged her close. For a moment I forgot about Helen’s nudity, but only for a moment. After that I was supremely conscious of the fact that my left forearm across her midsection was pressed against the bare undersides of her breasts while my right forearm was pressed against the upper slopes of her breasts at the same time. and that didn’t even mention the way my second erection was pressed against her ass, although I still had my pajama pants on in-between us. If it hadn’t been for that, this close to a wet and waiting pussy I would have been sorely tempted to push myself inside.


Chapter 3: Study Breaks
“So what happened then?” Christy’s eyes flicked to the prominent bulge in my shorts, but she quickly returned her attention to my face.

I shrugged, folded my arms behind my head, and reclined back against the headboard in her bedroom. Only an hour earlier I’d sent Helen home un-bleeped but satisfied nonetheless. I took a shower, felt the need to talk to someone, and walked next door to see Christy.

“I ate her out until she pushed my head away and curled up on her side, just like before. She actually tried to teach me for five minutes, telling me to go softer or harder or to push another finger inside her. But after her first orgasm she kinda got incoherent, so I just went to town making up stuff as I went.”

“Well she obviously enjoyed it.”

I nodded. “When she finally recovered, she took one look at my throbbing erection and pounced on it. She said she wanted to try deep-Drinking me, but she kept choking and couldn’t quite pull it off.”



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‘Must we come here to do this?’ Zaynab asked rhetorically. I grinned. If I must treat her nicely, then we must come here to do this, I thought.

‘Must humans live to satisfy their needs?’ I parried.

Well, it was not time to show witticism. I moved close to her to plant a long, deep kiss.

I caressed her boobs alongside the kiss and I could see that I had put her in the mood.
‘Goodness, I need to see and feel you right inside me again, Tony,’ she moaned, grabbing my shirt and helping me out of it.
In the room, just before the bed was a couch. We lay back on it. And continued to kiss.

‘I wanted to stay with you the whole time at the restaurant, as you make me feel so great’ she said breaking the kiss. ‘I could have grabbed you there to do all this, but for the fact that people were there.’
‘Well, no one else is here now. It’s just the two of us,’ I said.

I leaned closer and slowly unbuttoned her dress down to her stomach exposing her white, lacy bra. I began to kiss her breasts through the lace, giving my attention to her hardening nipples.

‘Hmn… goodness… that’s good. Don’t stop, please. Suck my nipples!’ she moaned.
Who said I had the intention of stopping? I moved slowly to remove her bra, freeing her beautiful breasts.

Then, I gently sucked a nipple into my mouth. It was so hard it felt just like a boiled sweet. I rolled it gently between my tongue and teeth. Zaynab’s body was writhing in time with my sucking and she furiously massaged her free tit.

‘Oh, hmn, hmn, hmn…’ she moaned. ‘Tony, no one is no way near as good as you are.’

I now moved her hand away and cupped her free breast and slowly rolled her other nipple while sucking more of her breast into my mouth.

I needed to taste her and kissed my way down her stomach and unbuttoned the rest of her dress. She raised her hips and it was gone. She grabbed my head and pushed me closer. ‘Tony, take me completely, now. I need your tongue in me.’

I moved her soaking panties away and took a breath. The love pot was hot and wet and needed sucking.

‘Gosh, you taste good,’ I said, as I moved closer and planted a gentle kiss on the top of her mound then gently parted her folds and licked her from her bum to her clit.

Her pubic hair was soft and gently framed her pussy. I was too preoccupied to complain that the hair was becoming bushy.




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Dangerous Love

Tony Sunkan


© Copyright. 2022
This work is an adaptation of The Taboo by Toyin Olorunsola. Thanks a lot.


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For Tife, he must have the best of what he can have from relationship with the opposite sex. His unexpected move up the ladder of life gives him ample chance to be licentious. To him, it does not matter if the relationship is what the society frowns upon and regards as a taboo.
In his unending escapade, danger looms ahead.



CAUTION: THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES




I and my partner went to a table close to the window. The ‘Mama Good’ restaurant was busy at this hour of the day. Many customers were munching, chewing, sipping, drinking, licking, or just chatting. It was a cozy place I liked to frequent.

'Fried rice and chicken?' It was easy for me to decide what to eat. Zaynab always asked for that. I smiled at her face as I awaited her response.

Zaynab nodded and smiled back. She winked in characteristic manner. I sighed and went to join the short queue. I stood behind a voluptuous but pretty lady who smiled at me hopefully. I smiled back and turned to cast my glance at the direction where Zaynab was seated. The smile went off the chubby lady as she got the message.

My gaze shifted to the flat screen t.v. A musical video was playing on it. He only looked at the screen briefly. The line moved fast. It was my turn to be attended to. The fair sales girl smiled at me perfunctorily. I gave her the order. In a jiffy, the hot, spicy and tantalizing meal was brought. I paid for it and took the tray to the table where Zaynab was waiting.

I sat down beside her, looking excited.

She looked excited too. 'Hmn, this surely looks delicious. I can't wait to eat it,' she said.

'Well, let’s go ahead.'

She closed her eyes to make a short prayer and we soon started to eat. We sipped our orange juice intermittently. The only sound was from the television and our mouths.

I had met her about six months ago. she was an IT student at the newspaper where I worked. she was posted to my news desk and I had not wasted time in making my amorous intention known to her. Though I was married with two children, at forty-one, I still had a lot of zest about life and my career. To me, Zaynab was one of the side attractions I needed to 'enjoy' life. Zaynab did not mind my marital status. I was good-looking and knew how to treat a lady right. That was all that mattered.

I munched my chicken rather in satisfaction. It would be a big understatement to say that the food was not bad. I and Zaynab were truly contended after the delicious meal.

'Did you enjoy the meal?' I asked. It was an unnecessary question but I still felt like asking it.

Zaynab nodded. 'Sure, I did. I look forward to coming here another time.'

I nodded too and squeezed her hand. We left the place to another one where we would consummate our passion. The Floral Hotel was a small, insignificant hotel not far away, but it served my lustful purpose. I had taken Zaynab and many of my babes there before. In a matter of minutes, we were in the room rented to have a short time together.
‘Must we come here to do this?’ Zaynab asked rhetorically. I grinned. If I must treat her nicely, then we must come here to do this, I thought.
‘Must humans live to satisfy their needs?’ I parried.


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Nice update.

Helen smiled, kissed me passionately, and asked if I had been given a schedule yet.

“No, not yet” I replied.

“She said that she has already seen my schedule and ‘lucky us’ we both have the same days off Tuesday and Wednesday.” She said with excitement in her voice.

She went on to ask if we could get together on our off days, away from work, to see how well we click away from work. IF, that is ok with me.

“Absolutely!” I responded immediately.

“Great” She kissed me hard, intertwining our tongues.

I reached around her and grabbed her beautiful ass.

“Do we have enough time for a quickie?” I asked.

“No, not really. I’m supposed to be getting you over to Favor.” She said with a depressed tone.

We stopped hugging. I collected my back pack and off we went to meet Favor.

While we were walking to Favor, I had an idea.

“Hey, since we both have tomorrow off and Wednesday off maybe I could pick you up after work tonight?” I asked.

“Are you sure you want to do that? It might be late,” Helen replied.

“Helen, I will get to you no matter what time it is. Ok?”

“That would be wonderful.” She said excitedly.

“Where do you want me to pick you up, here at the office or do you want me to come to your house?” I asked, hoping she said the office.

“Right here at the office. I usually get off about 8 on Monday. I will go home and pack an overnight bag and be back before you get here.” Answering, still giggly.

She hugged me and kissed me again. She opened the door to the breakroom. Favor looked up from her computer, smiled and asked if my time with Madam Faith is over for the night. I told her it was.

Helen wished me well and excused herself, closing the door behind her.


* * *

“So, you’re the new cock in the hen house, I hear,” Favor said with a mischievous grin.

“Huh, what?” I was lost.

“Don’t worry about it. It was a bad joke.” Favor answered.

“Can we go somewhere private to chat a bit before our ride?” I asked.




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Zamar:
Interesting update.

Thanks.

The Master Suite was right at the top of the stairs, with two bedrooms and a bathroom further down the hall. My mom’s office and a guest bedroom were downstairs on the main floor, and it was that guest room where the girls often went to have private conversations. Very rarely had anyone other than Christy come up into my bedroom. Whenever one of the Pretty-Young-Things came over to study, there was plenty of room elsewhere in the house.


“Umm, pardon the mess,” I muttered as I led Helen inside. “I wasn’t exactly expecting company.”

“Don’t worry about it. The only thing I’m looking at is you.” Taking hold of my hand, Helen spun me around and pulled my head down to hers for a kiss.

There was about a seven-inch height difference between us, so I would’ve needed to stoop a little to kiss her. Instead, I simply picked her up in my arms so that she could wrap her legs around my waist, crooning happily into my mouth as our tongues battled. and we made out like ... well ... a pair of Hot teenagers until she started tugging at my shirt, eager to get to the next part.

When she pulled her lips off mine, I gasped, “Iwant to eat you. I’ve never done that before.”

Giggling mirthfully, Helen brushed neon bright bangs back from her face and nodded. “Works for me.”

“You might have to tell me what to do.”

Her hazel eyes sparkled. “Happy to teach.”

With that, I turned and laid her down across my bed. Then after whipping my shirt over my head, I tossed it in the vague direction of my laundry basket and knelt on the floor in front of her. Helen kicked off her shoes and was already tugging down her leggings. and a few seconds later, I had a completely naked girl in my bed for the very first time.

The bright-haired beauty parked her feet on the edge of my Michaelress, raising her knees up into the air while spreading her thighs out wide. A pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in arousal greeted me, her mons shaved completely bare.

I chuckled. “I was half-expecting you to have a neon bright landing patch.”

Helen giggled. “that’s a good idea, actually.”

“I like the tattoo though,” I added, pointing to the small image of a pair of red cherries joined together by a dark leaf tattooed within her bikini area.

Helen giggled again. “Only a select few ever get to see that one.”

I leaned forward, inhaling her sweet musky scent. I’d smelled the aroma of aroused girl before, but never from quite so close, and the flavor called to me like honey to a bee. My mouth was on her clit in an instant, finding that little pea-sized ball and nibbling it gently. Helen’s legs slammed shut around my ears, her feet losing their grip on the Michaelress to start drumming her heels against my back. and then we were off to the races.

Despite her offer to teach, Helen didn’t really say anything coherent for the next fifteen minutes. She screamed and she screeched. She wound her fingers through my hair and tugged on the follicles none-too-gently. and the pretty teenage girl pinned beneath my face thrashed her way through at least three orgasms as far as I could tell.

The entire time, I simply tried to read Helen’s reactions. At first, flicking her clit with my tongue over and over again seemed to really get her going, but after a while she got used to the sensation and didn’t react quite so much. I switched to more of a sucking motion, almost as if I were giving a Mouth Gig to a tiny, female cock, and she really got into that for a while. But again, once she got adjusted to the feelings, she settled down.




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Madam Faith picked up the contract and headed for the doors. I followed and said nothing. When we stepped back into the main lobby, I realized that it was less than half full of young ladies on the phones. Clearly, not as buy as last Tuesday with I came in for my interview.

I followed Madam Faith to the computer room. She had me stand in a spot and the machine took my picture. We stood waiting for the machine to spit out my new ID. Madam Faith picked it up out of the tray, waived it over some sort of computer reader waiting for a green light to appear telling Madam Faith that my ID card was now coded properly for the specific places I would be allowed to enter. Madam Faith clipped the ID card to an all-black lanyard and handed it to me.

“Place this around your neck until you leave the building. Then put it in your suit coat for safe keeping. If you lose this you need to notify me immediately, this way we can deactivate it so no one can breech our security. Do you understand Emman?” Madam Faith asked.

“Yes Ma’am. Since we need to talk about my service to our clients, should we talk as we walk back to your office or wait until we get there?” I asked.

“We’ll wait until we’re back in my office.”

CHAPTER FIVE

I followed her back to her office. She invited me to sit down on the leather couch that held my back pack. I sat after she sat down.

“Emman, let us talk about what you are willing to do and not do for our clients.” She said.

She asked me about how liberal my sexual appetite may be. She asked if I was straight, bi, or something else. (I said ‘bi’ but also explained that not since college had I done anything with a guy). She asked about whom I would not have sex. (Young children and animals). She asked what age, will I no longer be willing to pleasure a woman. (I told her that really depends on the woman). She asked if I was willing to have sex with multiple women or even a couple. (Yes, and yes). She wanted to know if I had ever participated in a party, foursome, or an orgy. (Yes, to all three). Would I be willing to stay late or come in early, if a client asks for me (Yes). If I was offered a drug or alcohol no matter how little, would I partake (Not while I was working and certainly not if it would affect my ability to work). She ended the questions with would I have sex or pleasure a handicapped person (don’t know since I’ve never tried).

Madam Faith thanked me for my honesty. She buzzed for Helen and thanked me for my time and reminded me to take my back pack. Helen entered the office, took me by the hand, and lead me to go see Favor.

On the way to Favor, she pulled me into an unoccupied office.

“Did I hurt your feelings today when we were out in the hallway?” Helen asked sheepishly.

“Um, no. I understood what you meant. Was I a bit disappointed? Of course. Did I understand? Absolutely! Helen, you mean a lot to me. Your beauty, your charm, and your amazing smile make my heart flutter every time I see you. I know we’ve only known each other for two days, my interview and today. I don’t want to make anything difficult for you here. Nor, do I want to screw up what appears to be a great job working here.” I said with my heart in my eyes.

Helen smiled, kissed me passionately, and asked if I had been given a schedule yet.

“No, not yet” I replied.

“She said that she has already seen my schedule and ‘lucky us’ we both have the same days off Tuesday and Wednesday.” She said with excitement in her voice.



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Helen laughed and went back to sucking me, gnawing on the knob while continuing to strEmma the shaft. and in the end, I did all three.

“I’m gonna ... I’m gonna ... Eeeyarrrghhh!!!” I screamed as my dick erupted. The first two shots, the bright-haired beauty took straight into her mouth. After that, she pulled back and ducked down so that my next two shots hit her forehead before gravity started pulling the creamy ribbons downward. and finally she sat up straight, milking out the rest of my sticky sperm all over the upper slopes of her big breasts.

I watched all this happen, scarcely believing it was real. As of this afternoon I had never even toUchechid a girl’s bare nipple nor had my dick handled by anyone but myself. Tonight I’d watched myself cum in a hot girl’s mouth and all over her pretty face. and then suddenly it was all over, and my head dropped over the backrest as my chest heaved in a desperate plea for oxygen.

“Holy shit, Michael,” Helen chuckled. “You came buckets. was that your first ever Mouth Gig? You held out longer than I would have thought.”

I managed to nod wearily, eventually summoning the strength to pick my head up and look down at her again. Even though I’d just cum thirty seconds ago, I felt myself starting to get hard again at the sight of such a pretty girl scooping my jizz off her face and tits and popping her cream-coated fingers into her mouth, sucking on them with relish.

“Mmm, I love the taste of cum,” she said with a giggle. “I’d give more blowjobs, but I don’t want to get a reputation as a slut. You’re not the type of guy who’d blab to his friends though, right? Well, actually, who am I kidding? The whole Pretty-Young-Things is gonna know about this soon enough. But you’re not gonna tell any guys about this, right?”


I shook my head fervently. If my silence was the price to pay for such incredible feelings, I would happily pay it.

“Good to know. Then we can probably do this again a bunch more times.” She flashed me a pixie wink while suckling on her index finger. There was a tissue box on the corner table, and she grabbed a few to finish wiping herself off. “But first, I think it’s time you showed me your bedroom.”

Ilooked at her stupidly for a second, pointing off toward the stairs before I realized I needed to stand up and actually take her there. After all, I would need to be present for what she had next in mind. I pulled up my pants and stood, gesturing, “Uh, this way.”

Still smiling, the topless girl followed after me while I led her back to the foyer and then up the stairs, pausing to collect her shirt and bra. I could only imagine what would have happened had Mother come home while those articles were still on the floor. Hell, I could only imagine what might happen if Mother came home while Helen was still here. But I pushed those thoughts from my mind. It wasn’t even 8:30 yet and Mother rarely arrived before 10.

The Master Suite was right at the top of the stairs, with two bedrooms and a bathroom further down the hall. My mom’s office and a guest bedroom were downstairs on the main floor, and it was that guest room where the girls often went to have private conversations. Very rarely had anyone other than Christy come up into my bedroom. Whenever one of the Pretty-Young-Things came over to study, there was plenty of room elsewhere in the house.


“Umm, pardon the mess,” I muttered as I led Helen inside. “I wasn’t exactly expecting company.”




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Helen saw me first and sprinted across the lobby. When she got to me, she leapt into my chest and kissed me passionately. I dropped my back pack and put my arms around her and kissed her back intertwining my tongue with hers. I could feel her wonderful body pressing tightly against mine. My cock was at full mast with her in my arms. Goodness, she always smells so delicious.

“Is that hard-on for me?” Helen seductively asked.

“Absolutely!” I replied with a smile.

“No, its not. Its for Favor, isn’t it?” Helen asked with a pouty tone.

“Helen, how can it be for Favor? I haven’t even met her. I have no idea what she even looks like. So, stop worrying, it is because of you and for you if you choose.” I replied.

Helen let herself get down off me. She stood in front of me telling me that Madam Faith and Favor were waiting for me in Madam Faith’s office. My heart began to skip a beat. My head asking too many questions as I followed Helen and her beautiful body to the security doors.

Helen knocked and walked right in to the office. I followed. I looked up to see Madam Faith sitting on the front edge of her desk chatting with a woman on one of her leather couches.

“Ah, Emman. I would like you to meet our best agent, Favor Ogeh. Favor, this is our new employee Emman. I have a few things to go over with Emman, should take me about 10-twenty minutes. Then he is all yours for the rest of the night. Sound good to you Favor?” Madam Faith asked.

“Yes Ma’am, sounds wonderful. Emman, I’ll be in the breakroom on my laptop when you’re finished with Madam Faith. Please come find me,” Favor said as she was walking out the office door.

I thought to myself “Oh my goodness!” She is drop dead gorgeous. 5’9”/long black hair with straight bangs above her eyes/clearly an overly endowed chest 36EE minimum/flat stomach/tight ass/athletic legs/ and she smelled like roses as she walked by.

I felt self-conscious thinking about Favor in front of Helen. I looked over at Helen to see her chatting with Madam Faith about something. Helen finished her conversation with Madam Faith and walked by me, squeezing my ass as she went by.

“Emman, we have to do a couple of things before I turn you over to Favor. We need to make you an ID card and code it to our electronics. I need you to sign your contract. You left without signing it earlier today. But, the most important item is we need to discuss how to ‘service’ our preferred clients,” Madam Faith said to me.

“Well, let’s get started then.” I replied.

“Put your backpack on one of the couches and follow me to the computer room to make your ID badge. Oh, no, no, no. Stop. Let’s sign the contract first since you’re right here,” Madam Faith said.

I walked over to her desk where she handed me the contract. I looked it over, just making sure it was the same contract. Madam Faith handed me a Montblanc pen. I held the pen for a moment looking at it. I thought to myself that this pen probably cost more than half a million naira.

I leaned down to the desk and signed my name. Madam Faith took the pen and signed her name. She buzzed her phone and asked Helen to step into the office.

She came right in. Madam Faith asked her to sign the contract as the ‘witness’. Helen took the pen, signed her name, kissed me, and welcomed me to the team. Then she left the office.

“Now, with that done. We can go make your ID badge. Follow me,” Madam Faith directed.

Madam Faith picked up the contract and headed for the doors. I followed and said nothing. When we stepped back into the main lobby, I realized that it was less than half full of young ladies on the phones. Clearly, not as buy as last Tuesday with I came in for my interview.



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