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“Nah,” Dapo quickly answered. “I had a late lunch. We’ll get the kids some pizza. Let them have a movie night.”

“You guys want some parent’s away time?” Patricia asked.

“Yeah, Mummy,” Tobi was the first to reply. “Go have fun.”

“Yeah,” his sister agreed. “You two need to get out and have a break.”

Patricia looked back to her husband. “It was settled.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I’m going to get ready. Betty and Miranda are
coming over in an hour.

Dapo smiled as he watched his wife slip from the kitchen. He pushed out his wallet and scoops out a few bills. “Order what you guys want. And
watch whatever you want.”

“Anything?” Tobi asked.

“Tobi,” Sade growled.

Dapo laughed. “Watch whatever you want. If your mother catches you, I’ll take the blame.”

* * *

Ayo noticed her when she first walked into the bar. A tall, voluptuous lady with attached hair with curves as twisting as a road, was not someone
easily missed. He immediately wanted to vault from his stool to greet her, maybe even buy her a drink, but he thought better of it. Better to wait
and see how she turned away the other men before approaching.

Glancing at his watch, he decided it was time. He watched as she turned away man after man. Though he couldn’t hear the words each of them
spoke, he saw everything in their body language. He stood and grinned. Then he advanced on her, plowing into another patron standing up.

Elizabeth looked up at the sound, looking very annoyed. Her annoyance faded as she saw him and she smiled. “I’ve noticed you watching me,”
she said, grabbing his hand and yanking him down onto the stool next to her. “I wondered when you intended to come over here.”

“How did you know I was even going to?” he countered.

“I could tell,” she replied. “Just as you have studied me, I was studying you.”

“Could I buy you a drink?” he asked.

“You know that I have turned every man away when asked that,” she said frowning.

“I have a feeling you’re not going to turn me away,” he parried.

“Are you sure about that?” Elizabeth asked.

“As sure as rain,” he answered with a smile. “I figured...”

Elizabeth leaned over and kissed him deeply. Words forgotten, Ayo returned her kiss. He found his hands on her neck, holding her head in place as they kiss. He let his mouth open and traced the tip of his tongue along her lips.

She felt his tongue moving between her lips and she opens them. She let his tongue slide in and closed her lips around it. Then Elizabeth quietly
sucked his tongue into her mouth and felt her tongue move to touch his.

As Ayo felt her tongue touch his, he tilted her head slightly so that he could move more of his tongue in. He felt her lips loosen to allow this and
instead of sucking, she pushed away. Her eyes caught his and she grinned mischievously at him. Elizabeth winked and pointed a thumb at the
entrance to the bar. “How about we take this outside?”

Ayo nodded and let Elizabeth pull him from the stool by the hand. Together they snaked through the crowd and out the door. Elizabeth giggled
as she led him out of the parking lot and around the back of the building.

Ayo immediately pressed Elizabeth against the cinderblock wall of the building. A lone street light sat off in the distance in the parking lot,
casting just enough light for them to see each other. He leaned in with his lips near her ear and whispered, “You smell really nice.”

Elizabeth felt his hand on her inner thigh. It felt hot through her nylon pantyhose.

“I thought about touching you the whole time I watched you,” he continued, hand sliding up ever so slowly.

She did not hold back the sigh the escaped her lips. She felt his hand gently squeezing her leg. Her body responded. Her legs seemed to open
slightly. He kissed her ear softly as his fingers dance along the top of her leg. Ayo moved his head down. His hot breath caressed her skin. Then
his lips connected and Elizabeth’s head tilted back slightly. She concentrated on the way his lips teased along her neck, touching so very gently
with each kiss. A tingle ran down her spine. This is a man that knew how to please, she thought.



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His groans when she squirmed across his hardness. His gasps when she made a sound out. His sigh at her moans. The slap of his hand on her bare tender flesh drove her constantly on to new heights.

She thought that surely by now, her body would have lapsed into exhausted glimmers. She could not believe it reacts so intensely even now. At the movement of air when his arm raised. At the push off his knee against her hips. The bunch of his thigh when he certainly moved his hand down toward her pooched out ass.

The burning skin sent a deeper searing through her clitoris. She could cum, she realizes. She could just lose it. Right now. If she thought he would allow it. If he would grunt in her ear. "Cum for me now."

He's made it clear she's to wait for him. He wanted her to climax only when he said. If he told her to now, though, she'd collapse in a screaming bundle of nerve and flame. His word would drive her completely over the edge.

"Cum for me now," is all it took. When he told her, she melts. Before the sound had fallen softly to the floor, she dissolved into a million shivers.
She nearly disintegrated thinking of his voice speaking the words into her ear.

"Crack."

Trying to escape the orgasm forcing its way to the top, she thought of yesterday. The start. For this time. She squirmed. Could feel his hardness
pushing up. Seeking her wet opening. She wanted so badly to accommodate it. To take it inside.

He walked through her door yesterday just after nine in the morning. As he'd told her to do, she waited in the chair. Naked. Uncertain and
abashed and wanting. The cloth seat absorbing a steady stream of liquid from between her legs.

The legs that involuntarily uncrossed the moment the doorknob turned. She'd been sitting there, crossing, twitching, tapping, jiggling and
straightening her knees. As soon as he opened the door, though, her ankles spread apart as though answering his summons.

The lock clicked behind him with a wave of sensation. Nerves and fluid. Tingling that shoots off in every direction as he stepped casually toward
her, sets his case down, unbuckles his pants and certainly moved his quickly hardening penis between her lips.

She took it greedily. Her fingers hungrily reaching for his balls and his clothing. One to pull closer and the other to push at the floor. Her tongue
dances with a lavish rhythm. The humming and gasps of contentment. Of finally getting to touch him. Hold him. Give herself over to him. Her
body melts, running out through her heart into a pool for him.

He certainly moved deeper into her throat and she gobbles all of it. Hard and smooth, she tried to tell him how much she wanted it, but it slides
so easy and so far into her. "Just the way it shoved into my wet hole." She thought to herself. More liquid came out from her groin.

When he grabbed a fistful of her hair, she all but cums. The shivers start at her center and splay up and down and pierce her in every direction.
Her knees shake and she moans around the thick hard dick he kept pushing at her.

He grabbed her busy hands. Stopped their flailing. One trying to pressed cum from his balls out through his rod into her thirsting, gulping throat, one trying to get his pants clear of the shoes stuck to the floor.

He captured the one on his scrotum first, wrapped it with cute tape, winding it around and around. Then he suddenly moved her throat down
onto his throbbing tool and when her other hand jerked up, he snared that one, taping it snugly to the other. Now she squirmed. She could not
help it. His cock pinning her in place, shoved in her throat and kept there with deft pressed from his hips made her need flood her senses.



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The conversation was light during breakfast. Some teasing talk of our past exploits and how Sammy met Mummy. "She was a lot like you. Too sexy for her own damn good and good at showing it off. She wasn't easy though...mostly because I wasn't quite her flavor."

Mummy was like most people who preferred their men milk chocolaty, like my real dad. "I was after her, constantly. Finally, I broke her down and got her to go on one date with me. I laid on my charm...you know, the charm," he chuckled sarcastically and winked in my direction.

It's funny how he is such a dork sometimes, but still one of the sexiest men I've ever been around. We jokingly said and chatted through breakfast before getting ourselves together and back into the van.


We drove for a little over an hour before Sammy actually made his first move. "So tell me, dirty girl, what do you have in store for this weekend?" I was ready for whatever came up. I just needed some relief.

The teasing games between Sammy and me were fun, but at this point, my body was needy. I told Sammy all of this and he was quiet. Minutes later, he pulled the van off of the road and down a small path in the woods that surrounded the highway.

He stopped the van and immediately came out of his seatbelt and lunged toward me in the passenger seat. His hand was rough and strong on my face as his sucked my lips into his.

No interruptions. No hesitation. No quickies. I knew it was all about us now. "Get in the back," he ordered me. I climbed over the back seat and our suitcases and into the rear trunk area of Sammy's Honda CRV. I sat there on my knees as he walked around to open the rear gate.

"Tease me, baby. Show me what's under that innocent little outfit," Sammy said while he stroked his already stiffening dick through his jeans. I rubbed my hands down the front of my body and playfully unbuttoned my skirt.

I did a sexy striptease for Sammy lifting my tank top over my head revealing my sheer red bra. My nipples were nearly tearing through the fabric, they were so hard. As I removed my skirt, I had turned my back turned to him.

As I shook my hips, the skirt fell to my knees and revealed my panties. After mischievously biting down on my finger, I slapped my hand on the cherry target and winked at him. He was as stiff as iron now, pre-cum staining his jeans as he stroked.

He unbuttoned his jeans as he walked toward me and climbed into the van. He put his mouth on my neck and pulled me on top of him wrapping his hands onto each of my sweet bum cheeks.

He slapped his little cherries on the right and arched his hips into me. Just the tip of his dick was making an appearance, but I could feel the length of his shaft through his jeans.

He leaned up against the back of the back seat not losing grip of my bum. I pushed my tits against his chest as I thrust my tongue into his mouth.

I knew my panties were soaked as I grinded my hot aching cunt against his rock hard member. I lifted up slightly to let him pull his jeans off and fully expose his dick. The head of his beautiful dick was so hard and tight it looked ready to pop.

My panties were off soon after as was my bra. I could barely contain my emotions as I straddled my step dad and my hungry cunt hovered over his dick.

"I've been wanting more of this for too long, Big Uncle," I breathed into his ear as sucked my sweet brown nipples while I grinded my steamy hot slit into his rod. With one hand he lifted my bum, with the other, he found his dick and positioned it just beneath my wanton hole.

"Guess your wait is over, baby," he said, just taking one moment away from feasting on my breasts. As I slid my Arrow around his prick, I could not move. I felt him squeeze tighter on my tits and suck my tit deep into his mouth.

My honey pot tightened up and convulsed around his hard shaft. With a hard smack on my bum, I was rocking my honey pot up and down on top of him.

I was so lost in my own passion of finally receiving attention to my starving kitty, that I almost did not hear him groaning so loudly with a mouthful of me.

With my hands on the back seat, I rode my Big Uncle's dick like a pro. Long slow strokes, short fast ones, tightening my muscles with each thrust. Kissing his mouth seemed to intensify the heat between us. There was spit and moans and slapping resounding all through the woods we were in.

As I got toed orgasm, I ground my hips into his, rocking hard against him. He squeezed tight on my bum, slapping, and squeezing hard again as I bucked into body shaking quakes.

Arching my back, my hair brushed gently against my bum; Sammy immediately grabbed hand full of it and pulled hard while I rode him.



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Esther frowned and tears started to gather in her eyes.

'What's wrong?' he asked again. 'What is it?'

She started to sniffle and sat up, her look becoming more agitated.

'What are we going to do?' she said finally.

'What do you mean?' he asked, his brain not working properly yet.

'What about my mummy?' she said with a sob. 'What are we going to do?'

Stanley's eyes opened wide in understanding and then he frowned. He sat up himself and stared at the floor while he tried to think.

'What are we going to tell her?' she said, the tears now running freely down her face. 'I could not just tell her that we had sex. I never want her to
find out!'

Stanley looked at Esther and nodded slowly.

'Yes you're right,' he said. 'We could not tell her.'

Esther sighed with relief and then looked at the floor herself for a while. After a long time, she looked up again.

'Did this mean we could never do this again?' she said sadly.

Stanley wore a frown once more and then shook his head.

'No, I don't think so,' he said. 'I don't see any reason for us not to be able to do this again; just so long as your mummy never finds out.'

Esther smiled brightly and hugged him tight.

'Good!' she said excitedly. 'I was hoping you'd say that!'



Episode II

The room became bright with need. Liquid spread across against her thighs and a stream of fluid came out from her sex. Her legs pressed
sinuously against each other, highlighting her curves and rounding her ass into inviting half globes.

His knee certainly moved her hips up as his arm swings down. "Smack."

She made a sound out this time. The fire danced across her buttocks while the sound sent eruptions of need and moisture from her. The sensations took her over.

His hand in the middle of her back kept her from wrenching away, his knee at her pelvis holding her in place. And his palm burning her skin.
Snapping. Slapping her ass. The sharp sounds and hot flashes felt as arousing as the feel. Her squirming and writhing made him feel harder. The
feel of him against her naked flesh was fantastic.
There was a sound from smacking.

And another. "Crack."

Stinging and burning. A glow that flared from hip to hip and straight up to the top of her head. And out.

She could feel a flood pouring from her sex. The feel of it puffy and openly waiting for whatever he desired. It made him feel longing for him.
His fingers. His mouth. Any bit of him called for them with twinges of need and want.

Still the spanking went on and on. She had long since given up struggling. Exhausted, her hair was against her cheek, her breath bunched; little
puffs of sputtered air puffing out like a guttering could die.
Up against her body, where it lay wriggling against his knee, pushing up into her squirming lush need, his full hardness pressed. It reminded her
that somewhere at the end of her ache, he awaited.

He would take her there at the last peak like a ravaging animal. Growling and groaning. Thrusting his lance deep into her. He would not be
tamed or turned or bartered with. He would take all that he wanted. He would demand it.

Another gushing from her soul. There was an outpouring of fluid and desire and hope. She could feel his throbbing. She longed for it inside her.
She wriggled on his knee with her stomach rubbing his hard dick. She ground into it, tried to stroke it with her body. She wanted it inside her so badly.

The searing red skin could feel taut. His hand striking her ass burns new with every crack poking through her psyche. A flood shoved out of her
open sex with each new jolt of fire.

The spanking went on and on. She could not believe her body kept shivering at every pause. Her insides spammed at each sound. She thought
that surely, she would become desensitized at some point. Immune to it. Every slap on her ads, though, sent her writhing with more intensity than the last.

His groans when she squirmed across his hardness. His gasps when she made a sound out. His sigh at her moans. The slap of his hand on her
bare tender flesh drove her constantly on to new heights.

She thought that surely by now, her body would have lapsed into exhausted glimmers. She could not believe it reacts so intensely even now. At
the movement of air when his arm raised. At the push off his knee against her hips. The bunch of his thigh when he certainly moved his hand
down toward her pooched out ass.


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Uche slipped his hands back up over her taut ass cheeks and then moved back down even more slowly than before to her tight, little back door. His fingers pressed against it briefly and then move further down between her lips. She clearly felt two fingers inside her, meeting no resistance at all.

“Did you go home and do it with your husband?” he asked suddenly.

Patricia’s face reddened as if she were a child caught doing something she should have not. “Yes,” she answered meekly.

“Don’t,” he growled. “I don’t want you fucking him anymore. Do you understand?”

She was dripping juice on the floor. She was so intoxicated by the feeling of his fingers, his words, his commands, that she did not even notice
her first orgasm approaching. “Yes,” she whispered. “I won’t Bleep him.”

Then she climaxed. It was as if her orgasm couldn’t come until she agreed the man. She pushed her hips backward and her face against the
mirror. Her back arched and she bit her hand hard so as not to moan too loud. Uche’s fingers continue to dance around inside her pussy, forcing
her orgasm not to stop.

Patricia’s head was spinning and his fingers were not stopping. She knew herself. She needed more than one orgasm and she was glad he did
not stop, but she wanted more—needed more. She lifted one of her legs and rested it on a bench to give the large man better access.

“Take me, Uche,” she said.

He ignored her request, smiling as he glanced at Akin. The assistant manager had his cock in hand, slowly stroking it, his eyes locked on the
older lady’s vulnerable and exposed cunt.

“Please...” she beseeched.

“Is this how you beg?” Uche asked, not sounding amused.

“Yes!” she practically shouted.

“You are beautiful, Patricia,” he apprised her as his slipped his fingers free to find her other hole. Her tight, puckered hole gripped around his
finger and her breathing stops for a brief moment. She relaxed and let him slide inside of her more.

“You are beautiful and naughty. Your husband is such a bastard to not want you.”

She felt the sting of his words, but could she really argue them? How could she not? Uche’s fingers were tender. His touch was not rough.
Everything, from his touch to his words, felt commanding, calculated, but sweet at the same time. He was handsome, though some of his
physical features were not quite to her liking. But damn, he knew how to please the shit out of me!

“Turn around,” she ordered, abruptly cutting her from her thoughts and pleasures. He removed his finger out of her and she sighed and moaned
in response, but turned around regardless. “Sit down.”


* * *


Dapo walked through the door to see his two children sitting at the table, books opened. They looked up at him with smiled and greetings.
Both appeared to be working on homework, which was always a nice sight for him to see.

“Where’s your mother?” he asked.

“I’m right here,” she said walking into the kitchen. “Have a nice day at work?”

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug. “You could say that.”

“Anything big happen?” she said as she pecked him on the cheek.

“Nothing really big,” he answered, setting his briefcase on the table between the kid’s homework and books. “But a couple of the guys asked me
to go out with them tonight.”

“That’s great,” she said, putting up a false smile. “Miranda and Betty asked if I wanted to go out with them tonight too. Should I consider it?”

He frowned at her. “The kids are old enough to watch themselves,” he said. “Besides, there is no need for one of us to stay home alone. The guys
want me to go out. Betty and Miranda want you to go out. It was perfect!”

“Should I cook something for us?” she asked, biting her lips and looking toward the refrigerator.

“Nah,” Dapo quickly answered. “I had a late lunch. We’ll get the kids some pizza. Let them have a movie night.”

“You guys want some parent’s away time?” Patricia asked.

“Yeah, Mummy,” Tobi was the first to reply. “Go have fun.”

“Yeah,” his sister agreed. “You two need to get out and have a break.”

Patricia looked back to her husband. “It was settled.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I’m going to get ready. Betty and Miranda are
coming over in an hour.


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