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“The guy is into clubbing in Abuja,” Simbi explained. “He and his friend are in Lagos for business and they need company for the weekend. They will pay once we are with them at the resort where they are lodged.”

Again, Suzanne nodded. Simbi too picked a few things and they left the room. The car was a Mercedes Benz AMG S. They slipped to the back seat and were soon driven to the resort. Located at Lekki, it was a luxurious place with a restaurant, a club, dedicated gym and a spa. The guys were waiting for them at the bar. From the looks of things, the clubber, Lade, had Simbi as his choice while Suzanne was to serve the whims of his friend who she was introduced as Enobong.

“Nice to meet you, Suzanne,” Enobong said, giving her a warm handshake.

“I’ll transfer some money to your accounts right now,” Lade said. “If you prove to be worthwhile. I can assure you that you will get bonuses.”

“That will be fantastic,” Simbi said.

Lade ordered barbecue and wine for them. They chatted on this and that. Some minutes to nine p.m., Enobong yawned and said he would like to retire to his room. His friend winked at him and he and Suzanne left the others to Enobong’s room.

“I cannot wait to have that your beautiful body all to herself,” Enobong said as soon as they entered the room.

Suzanne grinned. “Well, we’re alone, now.”

She could barely finish the sentence when he swooped on her with kisses. As his tongue explored her mouth, she felt as if she could desire nothing better in life than him. She pressed her body to him and she could feel the bulge of his manhood against her belly where a ‘bonfire’ was raging. After some minutes, he stopped the kiss and moved his mouth to her ear and neck. His right hand then slid down to her butt.

He gently slid his hand under her skirt. His fingers touched her ass through her panties. She felt her pussy flood. He continued to kiss and explore her body with his tongue and hands. Still at it, his hands lifted her top. She lifted her hands to allow the clothing easy passage. His hands moved to her back and she felt the catch of her bra being released.

The skirt was dropped, the panties had gone down, and now the top and the bra had been removed. He cupped her breasts in his hands and mumbled that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever touched. He released the hold on her boobs and pulled his shirt over his head. She could see that his chest was broad while his body looked athletic. He must be a gym lover.

She moved her fingers over the hairs on his chest. He sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt down in front of her. His hands moved to her knees and slowly parted the legs wide. He slid his right hand up the inside of her thigh until it got to her waiting pussy. Then, he rubbed his fingers up and down her slit, sending tinges of sensation all over her body. Again, he cupped her boobs. His hand pressed her back until she was lying on the bed on her back.




Trapped by Passion: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/trapped-by-passion/46515

Hello, dear esteemed friends, it is new year, new story.

Welcome to another season of sizzling romance. This story is very interesting, and you will find it so.

Comments are highly welcome. Happy reading.



Trapped by Passion




FRANKIE



© 2022

This story is all fiction. Scenes and names mentioned do not refer to real people or real events.


Suzanne was everything a wayward girl could be as soon as she stepped into the university. Her erotic escapades were something she found delightful. She soon realized that she was trapped in the game of lusts and could not extricate herself from the filthy gains she made from it.




The very first time Suzanne wrote her final examinations in secondary school, she made all her papers. In her WAEC results, she came out in flying colours, so to say. She went for the post-UTME, did quite well and was finally given a course in the humanities at the university in Akoka. Of course, she was delighted that she was moving up the ladder.

Together with Simbi, a female friend and colleague, she rented a room off-campus not far from the university. It was a room in a building designated for students’ accommodation and it was her choice as it would give her a lot of freedom. Simbi had suggested it and Suzanne did not need persuasion before she accepted.

She was not surprised to find that Simbi was a bisexual as she was. They became intimate friends. There was no string attached and each was free to bring in or go out with boyfriends.

Suzanne was eighteen and she was having the fun of her life, or so she thought. One Friday evening, she was alone in the room when Simbi’s call came through.

“Hello, Suzanne. What do you say to a lovely weekend at a lovely resort centre with some lovely guys?” she asked.

“Oh, that will be very fine,” Suzanne answered.

“Good. Get prepared. In the next thirty minutes or so, we’ll come and pick you. See you.”

Before Suzanne could say anything further, Simbi cut the line. Phew, it was going to be a groovy weekend. She changed to a sexy outing clothing and awaited Simbi. It was almost an hour before she came.

“The driver is waiting outside in the car,” she said. “Have you packed? We may not be back until Sunday evening.”

Suzanne nodded. Of course, she had taken a couple of clothes she would need in a valise.

“The guy is into clubbing in Abuja,” Simbi explained. “He and his friend are in Lagos for business and they need company for the weekend. They will pay once we are with them at the resort where they are lodged.”




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I slipped to the floor without standing up to expose my raging hard-on; and took the little bottle of polish. I began to brush carefully. But though she tucked the robe down between her legs, I still had a full view up to her panties cradling the full fleshy mound of her sex. The feeling of close intimacy was even greater, and my hand shook with excitement.

"Well, okay, just one, then." she ran her fingers through my hair and I jumped up in spite of the erection tenting my jeans and led the way to the studio I had set up.

"You go ahead, I'll have to put my bra on." she said quietly.

"How about this one?" I opened her panty drawer and searched for just the right one. It was a favorite of mine and I can still recall the label after all these years - "Warner Sizzles, Size 34C." The cups were shear like the gown.

She giggled. "The panties should match, so find them too, Prince. You know my underwear better than I do, you know that?" she squeezed my arm and laughed as she kissed my cheek.

I rummaged around and found perfect little bikini panties and handed them to her, my face crimson. I couldn't look her in the eye.

In a minute or two she entered my makeshift studio, looking beautiful. I noticed that she had also put on high heels which made her look taller and slimmer and thrust her breasts out nicely.

"Okay, My Photographer, where do you want me?"

She sat on the stool and I took a sedate shot of her sitting holding a rose. I changed the stool to a higher one and she sat with feet on the floor, her gown parted over the extended long leg. I noticed that she had put on pantyhose, too. I tried to talk to her like you are supposed to; to keep the model relaxed, but it was not easy.

Mostly she posed the ways that occurred to her.

"I don't have much time, Prince, I have a date tonight, you know."

I was out of ideas. Except for one final one.

"Could you just stand there and..." I swallowed hard, " ... and ... untie... ?"

She looked into my eyes, not smiling, but running it over in her mind.

"You'll keep it ... keep it just between us?" she raised her eyebrows and looked at me carefully, her fingers at the top tie.

"Yes."

Her fingers slowly pulled the bow's string and her eyes smoothened, I thought.

The second tie, again slowly.

The third.

She shrugged her shoulders and her breasts swayed in the soft slings of her see-through bra cups. The robe parted and she pointed one toe in the model's pose.




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Interesting beginning

"Just a Mouth Gig?"

"I promise. Now please? I've got a craving for cum..." Rosalinda's puppy dog face was back. I never stood a chance.

Without me saying anything else, Rosalinda saw the change in my demeanor and she began stalking me once again.

I sagged back into my couch, acquiescent as Rosalinda pulled my jeans down once again.

My cock was only half-hard, but reacted somewhat as she blew a cool stream of air across its tip. But then Rosalinda leaned back and began to UnCloth herself. First to go was her blouse, and then she reached to the front clasp of her lacy bra. "I have to admit, I can't decide if I want to swallow every drop of your sperm, or if I want to feel its hot stickiness splash all over my big tits." Damn she was sexy as she pouted in mock indecision.

And without even touching me, she'd gotten my dick rock hard once again.

Rosalinda hovered over the waving endof my rod. She opened her mouth wide, carefully placing it around my cock without letting any part of it actually touch her. She exhaled then... hot, moist air surrounding my sensitive nerves and driving me absolutely crazy.

"You're teasing me," I complained.

"Yes, I am."

I had wanted to just lay back and let her have her way with me. I wasn't going to take an active role in my imagined infidelity to Nancy. It would be a very small moral victory, but one I wanted.

It was a victory I would not achieve. And with a pained roar I lashed out, seizing Rosalinda's head in my hands and forcibly shoving her onto me.

Rosalinda was able to open her mouth wide, and a second later Rosalinda's lips were pressed all the way up against my crotch, my cock a couple of inches into the tunnel of her throat.

"Stop teasing me." I released the tight grip holding her while leaving my hands on her head.

Rosalinda hummed as she pulled back, never quite pulling off and giving me a wide grin as her eyes flashed up to mine. And then she looked back down as she focused on pleasuring me.

At first, it was just her head bobbing up and down on me while I held the back of her head in my hands. I let my head roll back and groaned as I felt the warm, exciting sensations shooting up and down my shaft.

Rosalinda kept up a steady rhythm for the most part, but for a brief moment, she froze and moaned softly around my cock. Her shoulder twitched a little as I noticed that her right arm was moving, even as her head continued its up and down motion. I hadn't really been paying attention, but I now realized that Rosalinda was playing with herself while she blew me.

She had to pause a few more times as she brought herself to higher and higher levels of self-inflicted ecstasy, and at the climactic moment, she thrust her way all the way down to the base of my cock once again, deep threading me at the same time as she orgasmed.

I could feel the tremors shooting through her body all the way through her throat wrapped tightly around the head of my cock. It was an exquisite earthquake of vibration as she moaned, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she rode out her climax with my cock filling her mouth.

Once that was done, Rosalinda sat back for a moment, catching her breath and wiping away the tears from her eyes. But then when she'd composed herself, she fixed me with a sharp look. "Time to finish you," she said. And then her hot mouth was on me once again.

After only a few more minutes, Rosalinda's expertise had me whimpering in anticipation of what promised to be a very, very good orgasm. Her talented fingers came into the mix, nails of her left hand lightly scratching at my balls while she circled my pole with her right hand in a tight grip and stroked me.

"Bleep... Rosalinda..." I groaned.

She just looked up at me, so pretty, her eyes a royal blue that began its edging towards violet as she watched the rapturous expressions crossing my face. Her tongue swirled around the crown of my dick as she continued to pump me. She barely blinked even as my eyes fluttered as she pushed me to the edge of my orgasm.



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"And if I did these things in a way that pleased you, your body would begin preparing itself to make love!"

"What?" I gasped.

"I mean that this would get hard." Her hand covered my cock. "And begin preparing for making love. I would make it hard enough that it could ... slide ... easily ... into ... a ... loving ... vagina, Prince." the last words were whispered in my ear and my body was going crazy with desire.


Dear Diary,

For what it is worth, I do think that C is coming through puberty fairly comfortably. I hope I am helping the process and not doing harm. The outward signs seem positive. He is less awkward socially now, especially with girls. He's not so brazen that he is boorish about it, just seems to be somewhat more comfortable than many of his boy friends. So, that's good.

My own feelings are more complicated than I expected. There are, I find, at least two forms of erotic stimulation in the relationship of step Mom and son. It scares me a little that I enjoy both, but the fear is going away. My feelings must surely be common. All step Moms must feel them to a greater or lesser degree.

There is the titillation of the normal man/woman thing. He loves to look at my breasts, my legs, under my skirt, and to see me in my undies. All that is natural. And, being truthful, I enjoy having him see me just as if he were one of the men at the office. It is very stimulating and I frequently find my nipples crisping and sometimes my panties moistening when I realize that C has looked down my blouse or had a glimpse of my panties. I can't help it; it just thrills me a little bit each time, knowing that my appearance has the power to stimulate him. I know that I extend the opportunity, too. And, being frank, I dress with that in mind sometimes.

There is second level of this lovely feeling.

Sometimes we have a step Mummy of true sexual arousal Last night, after my shower, I put on panties and pulled my negligee on. There was just a small vanity lamp lighted and I was manicuring my toenails when C came into the room. I rarely close the door to my bedroom. And I'm comfortable with him being around as I dress. I had my foot up on the stool beginning to do my nails. Prince sat on the bed. I looked down and realized that with no bra that C could see my nipples through the negligee. My nipples immediately came to life as we talked. As his eyes were drawn to my breasts, I felt myself straighten up, my breasts thrust out. We seemed to be shrouded in a warm aura of intimacy. We talked on an on. I know we both felt the attraction and the erotic pull. Sometimes words would catch in his throat from nervousness. So that is another of the feelings - intimacy that you can almost feel, enhanced by being nude in front of someone you love in such a special way. It is nearly orgasmic.

I don't know where it is all going to lead. But I admit to enjoying the lovely, lovely aspect of this loving intimacy.

Esther

An immediate image of my step Mom in the beautiful negligee, with little bows tying the front and lace everywhere appeared in my mind's eye. You could see through it but there was so much material that it was not completely see-through. It made her body beautiful and exotic as if she stood in a wispy cloud. I always loved seeing her in it. And I recall that very night. I recall that she had blue panties on but no bra. The bra was sitting next to me on the bed when I sat down to talk.

Her breasts were opulent. I could see the beautifully curved underside of each breast swooping up to the jutting nipples. I cannot, even now, find words which describe that beauty. Perhaps she has captured it in the diary. My feeling was overwhelming. I felt warm from the closeness, but more than that, the sight of her breasts and body conveyed an emotion that I struggle to describe. Words caught in my throat, yet I felt wonderful. I felt like king of the world. I could have done anything at that step Mummy. But what I wanted to do most was bask in the sensual fog that seemed to include just the two of us in the corner of the room. Perhaps the dim light was part of it, closing out everything else in the world. I felt like I was actually part of her and she was part of me. That's the only way I can describe the feeling.

But of course, the thrill for a fifteen year old was in staring at the beautiful curves of her body. When she put her foot down and brought the other up to trim the toenails, I glimpsed the pale almost translucent panties covering the dark triangle of hair between her legs.

I had been trying to get her to pose for photos since I bought some new studio lights. I brought it up once again.

"Oh, Prince, I'm getting too old to be modeling for a photographer. Why don't you take pictures of Mercy?"

"But I'm tired of taking pictures of apples and oranges, step Mom. Besides, you're prettier than apples or Mercy!"

"But you are always taking my picture around the house, isn't that enough," she laughed.

"Sure, but I need practice with real lighting setups."

"Well maybe sometime."

She just smiled and I saw the flash of panties as she changed legs to begin painting her toes. Her robe gaped open and I could see the swelling of both breasts before she pulled it a little closer together. Even then, the thrill of the indescribably soft, smooth valley invited my eyes. I could see that her nipples were still quite hard and brown under the nylon. Her nipples weren't the only thing that was hard in that room. It would have been impossible for me to stand up without showing the solid erection pressing against my jeans.

"I have it all set up." I offered with a grin.

She smiled back at me. "You mean like this?"

'Great idea, Mom!" I grinned.

She laughed her throaty laugh. "Do you think you could put this paint on??

I slipped to the floor without standing up to expose my raging hard-on; and took the little bottle of polish. I began to brush carefully. But though she tucked the robe down between her legs, I still had a full view up to her panties cradling the full fleshy mound of her sex. The feeling of close intimacy was even greater, and my hand shook with excitement.



Taboo: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/taboo/43472

Cool.

Good one

He reached down with a hand and grabbed her ass tight, and he focused on shooting his cum around her asshole....the cum ran down into it, and just the feeling of his hot cum in her ass set Jamie off again.

Cum was on her back, the back of her thighs, in her asshole, and all over her ass in general.

John stopped. He smacked his dick against her butt a couple times, and collapsed next to her.

They lay like that for awhile. John reached over and played with her anus...pushing some of his cum into her butt. Jamie's back stiffened at the unusual feeling of anal play, but she relaxed quickly, and giggled quietly as he amused himself, poking around her ass.

Sex is weird.....he's.....oh!.....poking me in the ass....ha guys are.......awesome....John is awesome....ohhh there he goes again......just stuff that stuff down in my ass.....mmmmm....yeah......more......oh.......god this is soo hot........she moved her ass a little, side to side, in pleasure, while John's finger kept up its work.

Mmmmm yeah......keep it going...........get some more in.......oh.....oh.....is that his....yeah.....second knuckle.....oh........goooOOOood......

His finger was deep in her ass. He pulled it out. Pushed some more cum in her ass, and started stuffing it in. His fingers took turns, each getting its time in her tight little ass. As the tip of his middle finger touched her anus, she pushed her ass up, encouraging deeper exploration.

She's such a little slut John thought, somewhat affectionately.

“Trying to get a little more in there?” she looked back at him innocently. She glanced at the cum on her lower back. He pulled his finger out, pushed the cum into her hole, and started stuffing it in.

“mmmmmmm” she buried her head in the covers.

She likes having her ass played with. I'm going to remember that. I'm going to stick everything I can up there. John was excited.
When John was done with his amusement, he grabbed his towel and wiped up the um off of her. He invited her to take a shower, which John might have joined, but his legs were still not functioning properly after such a huge orgasm. She did so, and came out clean.

“John....thanks so much.....that was.........was......”

“Dude. Jamie. You were amazing. You're a little nympho.” Just like your mom.



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Cool

"So there we are." She turned and stood looking up to me in the gloom of the darkroom. She put her arms around me and leaned against me.

"I'm so happy being a part of your growing up!"

We stood like that as the excitement in my loins continued.

"Oh Prince, I'm sorry. I did get you excited. That's not fair of me." She didn't move, though: just stood there against me. I felt my erect cock against her stomach and realized that she felt it too.

She looked up, kissed me on the lips. "You're a dear, my dear!" We separated and she carried the box against her bosom as I followed her up the stairs, admiring her legs, long and sleek in nylons and heels.

"Would you open a bottle of wine for me, dear?"

I brought a glass of wine for her and a coke for myself and she summoned me to sit on the couch with her. The box of photos was on the coffee table.

She sipped the wine and then looked over the edge of the glass at me.

"How is the book I bought for you, Prince?"

"The book?" I said, quizzically.

"You know, the one about sex? I hoped it would bring up some questions that I could help with?"

"Oh, it's pretty good, step Mom. Yeah, pretty good. I think I understand."

"Good! Of course, it can only explain the physical things. What goes where, and so forth? But the complicated parts come in understanding the emotions and things like that."

I nodded.

"No questions?"

"Well ... I'm not sure I understand ... erogenous zones ... very well."

Her face brightened. "Oh, good ... well, let's see, you have already discovered one ... haven't you?'

I thought she meant my cock, so I said nothing.

"The tongue!..." she smiled. "That's one example ... the feeling you had is what it's like when someone touches your erogenous zones. But of course we all have lots of them, so it's complicated.

"But why, ... what"

"Oh ... you mean... , what are they good for? The simple answer is that they give pleasure and they invite the body to prepare for sex. When you have a lover, you will each show that love by touching the other's erogenous zones, caressing them, sort of ... you understand?"

"When you are younger and are mature enough to have sex, you might be allowed to kiss a girl with your tongue, right? And not get slapped, right?" She smiled at her little joke. "In that case you might move on to touch another erogenous zone and the feelings would begin to build in each of you..."

I looked baffled, I guess, perhaps a little on purpose.

"Come over here, I'll demonstrate." I slid over beside her and she guided me into her arms leaning across her lap. "If I were seducing you, for example. Well, maybe not seducing, but encouraging you, let's say. I would kiss you like this." Her tongue edged out between her lips and brushed across my own. The lightning began once again. I responded by opening my lips and she found my tongue.

"Then, if you responded..."

I kissed back and pushed my tongue into her mouth.

"Ohhh, mmmmm,..." she murmured over our tangled tongues.

" ... I might find another of your zones..." her lips moved along my cheek and suddenly I felt her breath in my ear and I thought that I was going to wet my pants, I was so excited. Her tongue seemed to go deep into my inner ear and set all my nerve endings tingling. My arms tightened around her.

"This will surprise you, she said breathily. Did you imagine that your nipples are sensitive, that they are erogenous zones too?" Her fingers found my nipple and squeezed in a perfect way that sent shivers down my body. Hr hand tugged my shirt out of my pants and slipped up to pinch my naked nipple again. It was even more exciting naked.

"And..." Her hand caressed slowly down the center of my body, while I trembled under it. Her finger tips slipped barely under the waistband of my pants and underwear until they barely teased the sparse hairy triangle above my cock.

Our tongues found each other again. She left her hand there, warm and sensual over my stomach.

"And if I did these things in a way that pleased you, your body would begin preparing itself to make love!"

"What?" I gasped.




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Her smile disappeared and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, dear." she looked down into her lap a moment. "Where?'

"In the darkroom."

"Oh." She paused and the smile returned with a rueful rolling of her eyes. "Well, you've certainly seen a lot of your old Momsie, then, haven't you. Oh, David, you left land mines behind!" she looked heavenward and I could see the blush spread over her face.

"Am I blushing?"

"A little. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. Thanks for telling me."

We went quiet for awhile. I didn't know what she was mulling over.

"Well, I want us to be able to confide in each other about sex. This is a bit more than I planned, but ... so be it! By the way, the magazine... ?"

"Found that too."

She nodded and examined a piece of her steak before biting into it.

"I'll get rid of it ... right away!"

"No, Prince. That is not necessary. You will be interested in sex magazines. You don't have to ... I mean, do what you want, but I can understand a young man being attracted to those magazines - I mean it's a billion dollar business isn't it. Must be selling them to a lot of people. Why ... well, you know ... Whatever." she gave a short little laugh.

"It's not fair, though." She looked at me, her lips curled in a derisive gesture, eyes twinkling.

"What?..."

"Well, those girls have all sorts of body make up and the photos are all retouched to take away the blemishes!"

"Momsie, yours were ... better." I swallowed my tongue, thinking I had gone too far.

But she grinned at me. "You know? I adore you, my Prince! You know just what to say. Now, let's go see what else he left for us to find, eh?"

In the darkroom, I stood on the stool and fetched down the box.

She opened it gingerly to find herself in panties, bra, garter belt and nylons.

"You understand, don't you? I mean these are OK between married couples ... but probably not between Momsie and son?"

"Yeah."

"Did you look at all of them?"

I paused. "Some."

She closed the door and the light went out and the ruby safelight came on.

"Our secret?"

"Sure."

"You get one more look. OK?" She began selecting a few and we stood examining the pictures of a beautiful young woman in her underwear and nude, some were artful, some just plain exciting sex."

"Oh, I remember when we took these, Prince. Happy times. Happy times." she sighed.

I put my arm around her waist.

"It used to make him terribly excited when he was developing them." she laughed with pleasure. "Oops, I guess I shouldn't tell you that about your father! But, you know what I mean. We should talk about that. You're going to have just such a relationship when you marry. He would stay in the darkroom for hours and then come to bed and attack me!" She laughed out loud and snuggled against my body.

"I mean attack in a nice way, you know."

That close feeling had returned. There in the semi dark room, close together, the closeness was a physical thing.

There were about a dozen photos on the table in front of us. She looked through the rest and then stopped and put the lid on the box.

"Well, there I am! Your old Momsie, er... , your young Momsie, actually. What do you think? You don't have to answer that!"

"Beautiful." I sort of gasped.

"That's sweet of you, Prince. Do you mind me asking? Do you ... I mean, do you ... does looking at them..."

"Excite me? ... Yes. More than the magazine. I hope that's OK."

"Well, it must be normal. I mean it wouldn't be normal if a young man weren't excited by a naked woman. But, you will understand that I need to keep them ... personal? They were for me and your father. I like it that you are included though. I mean you have seen me like most of those in our lifetime, right? I mean we were naked together when you were born, right? And we enjoyed that. You can't remember but I do."

I nodded dumbly and hugged her closer.

She put all the photos away and closed the box, never to be seen again.

"So there we are." She turned and stood looking up to me in the gloom of the darkroom. She put her arms around me and leaned against me.






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