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She closed her eyes again. My dick was fully erect and was straining inside my trousers and the boxer. It was better I let the poor guy out, so I paused to remove the encumbrances.

“Don’t stop,” Yetunde urged.

“Oh, just a second.” I was back again in full action. After another couple of minutes, I decided to go full blast.

With Yetunde, there was no fear of getting her pregnant, so there was no need for condom. Neither was there any apprehension about releasing my seeds inside her.

Mindful of her protruding belly, I spread her legs and mounted her. She gladly welcomed the gesture. Slowly, I began the rhythmic movement. She still closed her eyes and I could imagine various fantasies going on in her mind.

But this action was beyond fantasies. This was for real. The movement and her moans were all for real. Some minutes later, my desire got to its peak. With a moan of pleasure, I gripped her shoulders and released everything inside her.

We were smug to lay side by side on the bed with spent passion. I knew it would take time before I regained energy, but then that once could be good enough.

Yetunde was not that freaky about sex and I still had this sneaky feeling that her latest exploits were geared towards having me to herself. Besides, the way I would explore sex with Edith could not be the way I would do it with Yetunde.

The following morning, I dressed up for work from Yetunde’s residence and drove straight to the office complex. It was Friday, so I would later be travelling. On Fridays, I closed early, so by few minutes to one, I was back in my residence to prepare for the trip. Edith had not come from the campus.

I wrote a short note to inform Edith that I would be travelling to rejoin my wife and child and that I would be back on Monday morning. I was about to drop some naira notes with the written note when Edith came.

“Hello, Edith, I was about to travel and I just wrote this note for you.”

Her pretty eyes were wide in surprise. “Travel to where?”

I smiled. “Lagos. I normally travel every Friday to rejoin my family.”

“Are you really married?”

What a question! “Of course, I am. I have a child and the second one is on the way.”

She eyed the bag I wanted to travel with. “And you wanted to go just like that?”

I shrugged. “Well, I wasn’t sure of when you would come in.”

“But, you could have called on phone.”

That was true. I sighed. It was just that I preferred to write the note and dropped the currency.

“How was lecture?”

She grinned. “Fine. I wish I could follow you to Lagos.”

It was my turn to be surprised. “What! I told you I’m married!”

“I know. It’s just that I’ve not been there though I’ve heard a lot about the place.”

I relaxed my face a bit. “Well, maybe that could be arranged some other time. It would mean lodging you somewhere in Lagos.”

She removed her pack and dropped it on the tiled floor.

“Is my dress okay?” she asked almost girlishly.

I smiled at her, understanding what she wanted.

I looked at her dressing. She was in pink t-shirt and black jeans. Of course, she looked pretty and attractive. “Everything about you is pretty, dear Edith.”

“You really think so?” There was a mischievous smile on her face.

“Of course.” I moved over to her and held her hand. “Did anybody said otherwise?”

“Not really. I just wanted to be sure.”

‘You must not doubt my words for you.”

I kissed her gently on the lips. She must have been waiting for that move, for she wrapped her hands round my neck and nestled for more kiss. I remembered I had a flight to catch to Lagos.

I shrugged. If I could not go by the 1400 hours flight, I could still travel by the 1600 hours own.
The kiss became deep. My hands slid under her t-shirt and touched the bra covering her small tits. I cuddled them gently.

She didn’t waste time in reciprocating my gesture; her left hand moved to the zip of my trousers. She dipped her hands inside it, deftly pulled the boxer down and touched my responsive phallus.

Her touch was electrifying. It made the organ to be fully erect and ready for action.

I zipped down her jeans trousers. She wasn’t wearing any pantie under. That made my foray an easy one. I pulled the trousers down to her thighs and nestled my fingers on the moist private part.

“Hmn,” she moaned.

I pulled my trousers and boxers down to the floor and stepped out of them. She did the same to her jeans. Not done, I helped her to remove the t-shirt, unstrap the bra and remove the remaining clothing.

It was a mutual thing as her fingers went to my shirt, unbutton it and pull it off. To square up everything, I quickly removed my last underwear.





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I had not thought of that. “Well, maybe …”

“Look, it’s either you come over here or I will be in your place.”

My mind raced. How would she feel if she should see Edith in the house? Would my explanation be enough to convince her?

“No, don’t bother to come,” I quickly put in. “I’ll be coming.”

“Good. See you.”

I decided that I must go home first, change to casuals and take extra cloth before I would go to Yetunde’s place. Edith was in the house watching television when I got home. She came to give me a welcome kiss. She was wearing a crop-up top and a bum short and she looked sexy as usual. I would have to defer the feelings I had for her till another time.

“How were lectures today?” I asked.

“Fine. How was your work?”

“Fine, too.” I moved to the bedroom. “The work is becoming strenuous. I’ve only come home to pick clothes that I would be wearing tomorrow. There’s a lot of work still waiting for me.”

“You mean you’re going back to work?”

“Yes.”

She looked disappointed. “Again?”

I sighed. “It’s like that once in a while.”

I changed my clothes and put a new shirt, trousers, boxer and pair of socks in my back-pack. I was ready.

“You’re leaving right away?”

I nodded. “Yes, my dear Edith.”

She made a face.

“Don’t worry.” I dipped my hand inside one of my pockets to bring out my purse. “Here, have this.”

Her face brightened up when she saw the crisp brand new naira notes.

“Take care of yourself and the house,” I said.

“Right.”

I took the bag to my car and left the house. Many minutes later, the CRV was in the front of Yetunde’s house. I drove in and parked.
Yetunde was expecting me when I got there.

“I thought you would not be coming,” she said. “I was about to start coming over there.”

“But I said I would come.”

“Well, welcome.”

She was sitting on a sofa in the sitting-room. I sat down beside her while her cousin took my bag upstairs.

“What’s on for dinner?” I asked.

“Fried rice, chicken and peperoni.”

“That should be delicious.”

“Sure.”

Indeed, minute later, I could see that the meal was delicious. The dessert was apple juice. By few minutes to ten p.m., we went to her bedroom upstairs. She stopped mid-way on the staircase.

“Can you lift me to the room?”

I grinned. For a plump lady who looked even more plump in pregnancy, I had no doubt that her weight would be more than what I knew it to be.

“Let me try.”

“And be careful. I’m carrying your baby.”

Did she need to say that again? I lifted her up carefully. Mindful of the steps, I took her to the topmost of the staircase. Grimly, I thought of throwing her down so that she would suffer a miscarriage. Doing that would be akin to committing murder. No, I would never do that.
I took her to the bedroom and lay her on the bed.

“Sometimes, you behave like the most loving and understanding man on earth,” she commented.

“Only sometimes?”

“Yes. But I wish we could be together and you will always show me this passionate and affectionate side of you.”

I grinned again.

“UnCloth me, honey.”

What a task to do. Slowly, I pulled down her short.

“Everything,” she muttered.

I pulled her pantie down and stared at her lush private part.

“I’ve been having some tingling sensation there. Can you help me rub the place?”

I smiled. “Oh, with all pleasure.”

My right palms went to her highs and moved up to the vagina. She pulled a pillow, placed her back on it and closed her eyes. Slowly, I rubbed the part. The vulva seemed puffed, but I knew it was all in anticipation of the excitement. Deftly, my fingers caressed the clitoris, rubbing it, and doing all sorts of fanciful things with it.

“Oh, Henry,” she purred.

I knew she was enjoying it but I needed more before I could say I was enjoying it too.
My second hand went to the bust. Her t-shirt was still on, and so was her white bra. I lifted the shirt and fondled the big boobs.

“Should I remove the bra?” she murmured.

“Yeah.”

I had to pause briefly so that she can pull off the t-shirt and unhooked the bra. I soon resumed what I was doing. She closed her eyes again. My dick was fully erect and was straining inside my trousers and the boxer. It was better I let the poor guy out, so I paused to remove the encumbrances.

Interesting piece.

Interesting.

But hours later, in the middle of the night, she stole into my bedroom. Her soft tap aroused me. She sat on the edge of the bed while I looked at her dreamily.

'Sorry to disturb you,' she said. 'I just wanted to see you.'

I managed a grin. 'Hope no problem?'

She looked surprised by my question. 'Don't you like my coming?'

'Oh, you're always welcome.' I said, drawing her to myself and holding her in embrace. I made her to lie by my side on the bed.

'You can sleep here,' I said. 'Then, when it's five o'clock, you'll go back to your room.'

'Will that not be too risky? What if mummy comes to check me in the room?'

'Does she usually do so?'

She shook her head.

'Then, relax,' I told her.

I snuggled to her and was glad she was with me. It was already late in the night, so we suspended any further chat. We soon drifted to sleep.

She was the first to awake.

'I will have to go, now,' she said. I nodded and looked at the clock. It was five-thirty. I kissed her briefly and she left.

But wait a minute, was I not becoming too personal with her? What was this feeling I was beginning to have for her? What was this attachment all about?

I shrugged it off and prepared for work. In my office, I was so busy I forgot about Kike.

As usual, there were meetings and strategizing. The senator was around briefly before he left again. I finally closed for work few minutes to five.

Oh, what a day! As I drove home, my phone rang. It was Florence on the line.

‘Hello, Florence. Quite some time. How are you?’

‘Fine’, she replied shortly. ‘You did not even bother to call me.’

‘Sorry. I’ve just changed job, and I’ve been very busy.’

‘Oh.’

I smiled. ‘Don’t worry, the weekend is just two days to go. I’ll arrange for how we’ll meet.’

That seemed to please her. ‘Okay.’

‘Alright, see you.’

‘Bye.’

I cut the line. My mind had been full of many things that I had even forgotten about her. As I drove near to Onipanu bus stop, my phone rang
again. This time, from Bisola.

‘Hello, Bisola. How’re you?’

‘I’m lonely,’ she replied. Are you still at work?’

I grinned to myself. ‘No. Right now, I’m driving home.’

‘Where d’you live?’

My mind raced, but I calmed myself down. My parents had never opposed my bringing female friends to the house, so what was the problem? I
told her my address.

‘What? So you live in Ikeja here? Why don’t you stop over in my house?’

My mind raced again. ‘What about your mum? I left her in the office not long ago and I know that she would close anytime from now.’

‘She just called me that she would not be coming home right away.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah. And in any case, there’s no big deal if she knows you came around.’

I sighed. This girl was assertive. ‘Alright,’ I said. ‘I’ll pop in to say hello.’

‘Okay.’ Her voice seemed excited. ‘See you.’


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Her eyes were closed and I imagined she was lost in bliss-land. She had not said much, apart from the mono syllables of moans and expressions of pleasure. I took her by the hand and pulled her around to the side of my bed.

I sat down, spread my legs and said, "I want a Mouth Gig. Do you understand? I want it now. I want to cum in your mouth."

She stared down at my burning cock while I spoke. Her response was a mumbled Yes. Mumbled or not, I would be getting what I wanted.

She went on to her knees. That made her to be between my legs. Her hands came to rest on my thighs, just above my knees. They slid slowly up until she was cradling my balls with one hand and steadying my cock with the other.

She leaned forward slowly and she moaned again as her lips opened up and my cock slid into her mouth.

It seemed the blood moving in my veins were accelerating in speed. It was this kind of feeling that made the world go around. It was an action that could hardly be aptly described. When her hot mouth began lumbering and sucking on my cock, I felt I could swoon and slip into another life.

I groaned – or rather, moaned – as the action continued. I fell back onto the back rest of the sofa. I would have loved to record this moment and watch a playback of her sucking my cock.

There would be no such indulgence for now. It was enough for me to lie on my back with my eyes closed as I concentrated on the wonderful feelings coursing through my body. Another good thing was Edith was not doing it under duress.

She seemed as eager and enthusiastic as I was.
I couldn’t hold it any longer. I gushed as hot liquid of semen was ejected from my phallus. It was one of the most earth shaking orgasms of my life that made my body jerk and quake all over.

I knew I had performed commendably when I started filling her mouth with my cum. From what I had learnt, girls were not really zealous about having a guy cum in their mouth. However, few of them felt they were doing something the guy should appreciate.

I can certainly understand that, especially from Nigerian girls. If I were a lady, I wouldn't want a guy to cum in my mouth. I tasted my cum after I had masturbated, and could not say categorically that the taste was good or bad. But the musky smell was something. Perhaps, some ladies liked that smell.

But Edith was not going to gobble all the liquid inside her mouth. She spilled it on the floor and directed the tip of the phallus to her chest. That was where most of the spills went. Where did she lean to behave like a professional?

Perhaps in some X-rated films. I shrugged in indifference. Once again, she slept in my room over the night. Early in the morning, we had a replay of the sensuous acts. I felt invigorated all over again.

Before I left for work, I gave her some money for transport and feeding allowance for the day. Work went smoothly. As a matter of fact, I was very busy till noon. About three o’clock, Yetunde called my line.

“Hello, honey,” she said. “You’re coming over this afternoon, right?”

I had not thought of that. “Well, maybe …”

“Look, it’s either you come over here or I will be in your place.”

My mind raced. How would she feel if she should see Edith in the house? Would my explanation be enough to convince her?

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Even the kitchen was tiled. I was okay with the bathroom and the kitchen. When I opened the tap in the bathroom, water gushed out. The whole building itself was very decent. I was impressed with the place.

  'Do you like it?' Mr. Bashorun asked, studying me.

  I nodded my complete approval. Only a person with a dysfunctional mind would not like the place. 'Yes, I like it.'

  'Yeah, indeed, it's a nice place,' Mr. Bashorun agreed.

   The area was indeed decent. I had no doubt I would love it.

   'What about the cost? How much is the rent per annum?' I asked.

   'Madam said I shouldn't discuss that with you. Alright, let's go.'

   We left the place. I got down at Ketu Bus stop. From there, it would be easy for me to get a tricycle to my place. I went home straight, had a shower and changed into casuals. Thereafter, I decided to call madam.

   'Do you like the place?' she asked.

   'Yes, ma. It's a nice place.'

   'Good. Then you can have it.'

   'Thank you. But I still don't know how much I'll pay for it. When I asked Mr. Bashorun, he said you told him not to discuss that aspect with me.'

   'Yes, Alex. Don't worry about payment. You can have the place free for the next two years.'

   'Free for two years? Wonderful!' Thank you ma. I'm so grateful, ma.'

   'It's okay. We thank God.'

   I was overtly overjoyed by madam's gesture. That was very good gesture.

   'So, when are you moving in, Alex?'

    'Maybe, by this weekend, ma.'

    'It's okay. Tomorrow afternoon, collect the key of the flat from Bashorun.'

   'Thank you so much, I'm very grateful, ma. God bless you.'

   Indeed, I was very grateful to her. This was the most generous person I had ever come across in my life. I was very grateful to God for making me to come across such a magnanimous person.

   In the office the next morning, I went to meet her as soon as she came in to show appreciation. I bowed deeply for her.

   'Madam, I really appreciate all you're doing. God bless, ma.'

   'It's okay Alex. Thank God.'

   Work went on smoothly that day. From time to time, madam would summon me for one office engagement or the other. Sometimes, I would sit in my office, go through some documents or write.

   The office assistant brought my lunch at about I.00 p.m, as usual. It was a food pack bought from one of the notable eateries, and it was free.

By three o'clock, madam said she would be leaving the office. I bade her goodbye as my office would still remain open till 5.00 p.m.

   After madam had gone, I continued typing on the computer laptop. There was a workshop on empowerment madam was invited to as guest speaker and I was to draft her speech, based on some jottings she had made. The door to my office opened and Mandy came in. She had relaxed her officious stance towards me, and once in a while, we chatted.

   'Hello,' she said with a smile.

   I stopped the typing I was doing and smiled too. 'Sister Mandy, how're you?'  

   'Hmn, I've told you to drop the 'sister' title. Just Mandy is perfect.'

   'Oh, pardon me. How're you, Mandy?'

   She smiled again. 'I'm cool.'

   I nodded. I liked that answer.

   'So, how was the Abuja trip? I mean, did you enjoy yourself?'

   She had asked that question the previous day and I had answered that the trip was fine.

   'Just like I said, it was an exciting experience.'

   'You're really enjoying, madam o.' She smiled. Did I see a sly look on her face, or did I imagine it?

   'Well. Madam is really a nice person,' I agreed.

   'Na wa o. Madam has been too nice to you. Within the short time you're here, see all the good things she has done for you. She even gave you a two-bedroom flat free of charge. Madam really likes you.'

   My mind was racing. Was Mandy saying these out of envy, jealousy, or what?

Kudos.

We continued to chat until mum came home. Some hours later, after my dining, I was in my room watching a movie when my phone rang. It was from unknown number.

'Hello.'

'Hello, Henry.'

It was a lady's voice. Now, who would that be?

'Sorry, who's on the line?'

There was a slight pause. 'This is Bisola Davies.'

I grinned. Of course, I remembered Bisola, but how I could not remember giving her my number.

'Bisola, how're you?'

'Fine. You must be wondering how I got your number.'

I grinned again. 'Exactly.'

'I got it from mum's phone.'

That explained it. 'I see.'

'Yeah. I don't know, but I'm wondering if I can get a raise from you?'

That was a surprise. 'A raise?'

'Yes, a raise of five thousand naira. My tablet phone got damaged and I need that money to get it fixed.' I was indeed surprised. This was a girl I
knew barely twelve hours ago, and she was asking for financial assistance!

'Why don't you ask your mum?' I asked, playing it cool.

'She won't give me,' Bisola blurted out. 'Just two weeks ago, I got that same amount from her, but the gadget has developed fault again.'

I sighed. 'How much did you say?'

'Five thousand naira.'

'How will you get it?'

'I'll text my account details to you, then you can do money transfer.'

Smart girl, I thought. But then, five thousand naira was no big deal to me. 'Alright, send the accounts details. I'll send the money.'

'Oh, thanks so much, Henry. I'll surely pay back.'

Really? 'It's okay.'

Few minutes later, I received her accounts details on my phone. Not wasting time, I sent the money to her. From the looks of things, Bisola would be a brash one. I used to like such type, but wasn't sure about that anymore.

My third day in the office was very eventful. We had two meetings and met with some party executives. The plans for the campaign and rallies
were obviously in top gear. I didn't leave the office until few minutes after six. Once again, I decided I would not be going to the club. The traffic
was hectic, especially between Jibowu and Palm Groove. It was also hectic between Anthony and Maryland. I finally got home eight in evening.

Mum was already at home, so Kike would not be giving me a welcome hug and kiss. I only got a warm wink from her. But hours later, in the middle
of the night, she stole into my bedroom. Her soft tap aroused me. She sat on the edge of the bed while I looked at her dreamily.

'Sorry to disturb you,' she said. 'I just wanted to see you.'

I managed a grin. 'Hope no problem?'

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Sweating, my orgasm slammed into me, cock swelling, swelling, aching and, with a loud gasp, “My oh my!” I exploded into her. I could feel my semen erupting in a huge, gut-wrenching spurt.

I withdrew, but only momentarily. I thrust again, coming harder with another breath-taking explosion. The semen shot seemingly endlessly.

Humping over her gorgeous ass, I exploded, semen bursting, sweet bliss coursing through me. I came hard, swelling and spurting, her pussy very slippery. With a final, almost painful thrust, my orgasm passed and I slowed, stopped, my full weight on her.

“How did you do it?” I asked, trying to regain my breath.

Edith panted and looked up at me. “Did what?”

“How did you manage to drive me so crazy?”

She smiled without saying a word in answer. Then, she chuckled.

Now, I was exhausted. Still with short, fast breath, I rolled to the side of the bed. Edith’s dark hair was an utter mess. It partially covered her face. The dark eyes peeked out at me, a smile curling the corners of her lips. It showed that she enjoyed the act as much as I did.

We lay on the bed for several minutes.

“What are we eating tonight?” she asked. “What do I cook?”

“We’ll eat out,” I answered.

After getting our energy back, we cleaned off. I put on a t-shirt and a chinos trouser while she went to her room to wear jeans and t-shirt. I made up my mind then that by that weekend, I would give her some money to go for shopping and buy some clothes for herself.

I drove to an eatery not far from my residence. There, we ordered for intercontinental dishes.

The meal was sumptuous and we both enjoyed it. I drove slowly back to the house.

I took a bottle of French wine out and asked Edith to get two glasses. “A nightcap like this is very refreshing,” I said.

We sat together on a sofa and savored our drinks.

“Are you always this nice?” she asked.

I chuckled. “Am I nice?”

“Of course, you are. You are the nicest man I’ve ever met.”

Wasn’t that wonderful? I smiled at her. “Thanks for the compliment. As for you, I think you’re the cutest girl I’ve ever come across.”

She smiled coyly. “But then, I’m not a girl. I’m a lady; a young lady.”

She drew closer to me. With my second finger, I drew an imaginary image on her right thigh.

“I somehow find that exciting,” she said.

“Hmn, I was hoping it would be.”

From the thigh, my hand moved to her mid-section and rubbed her petite belly. Her mouth moved up in a desire of wanting a kiss. Well, since my lips and the hand could do simultaneous equation, I gladly did it.

I wasn’t getting the best of things, so I decided to go unclad.

When I was finally naked I discovered that I was feeling much less in control of the situation. Well, it was a mutual thing and she was well in control as I was. But then, it was always better and important that the man should remain in control.

Beautiful, nubile, exuberant, or not, I must assert myself.

I moved close to her again. I pressed my body against her body. My erection nuzzled between the cheeks of her ass. I have to be careful not to move around too much.

Her sexy back wasn't where I wanted to deposit the fruits of my orgasm. I had learnt from Yetunde. Without condom, I would not spill my semen inside a lady again.

Gingerly, I reached around and cupped her breasts. She moaned in pleasure and I knew exactly how she was feeling. My hands kneaded her soft, firm flesh and I leaned down and kissed her neck and her shoulders.

As I teased her like that, I listened to her breathing. It became louder and more rapid. The strangest thought flashed through my head. For just a second I had the feeling I was cheating on Kike.

I had never even had that kind of intrusive feeling before. Not even with Yetunde. Having such a feeling now was bemusing, as far as I was concerned.

Thank goodness it was only a fleeting thought. My mind soon returned to how fascinating Edith’s body was; and how gorgeously sexy it was. I would have to be a thorough explorer to tour every part of her body.

I stopped kissing her and whispered in her ear: "I am about to cum. You’ve driven me to near climax!"

She nodded her head slightly. I felt the cheeks of her ass tighten around my cock. Her entire body seemed to clench up for a second. She seemed to be experiencing the pre-climax excitement too.
Her eyes were closed and I imagined she was lost in bliss-land.

She had not said much, apart from the mono syllables of moans and expressions of pleasure. I took her by the hand and pulled her around to the side of my bed. I sat down, spread my legs and said, "I want a Mouth Gig. Do you understand? I want it now. I want to cum in your mouth."

She stared down at my burning cock while I spoke. Her response was a mumbled Yes. Mumbled or not, I would be getting what I wanted.

She went on to her knees. That made her to be between my legs. Her hands came to rest on my thighs, just above my knees. They slid slowly up until she was cradling my balls with one hand and steadying my cock with the other.

She leaned forward slowly and she moaned again as her lips opened up and my cock slid into her mouth



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