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UltimateSpice:
Nancy shivered at my touch. "I don't understand it. Why can't I get you out of my head?"

"Probably for the same reason you're inside my head." And without thinking I leaned in and pressed my lips softly to hers.

She gasped in surprise but a moment later Nancy flowed back into my kiss, her hands actually coming up and holding my face as she pressed forward, parting her lips to allow my tongue in as my heart leapt in absolute joy.

But as quickly as we started, Nancy pulled straight back shaking her head. "But I barely know you!"

"Then let's change that," I offered.

"But I can't. The whole situation is just too overwhelming for me. And you're cute and all, but... it's just so weird. The fact is, you're not just a cute guy I met in the elevator.

"You're New York's newest billionaire. And if I go out with you, paparazzi are going to be plastering photos of me in every trashy tabloid."

Once again I was holding Nancy's hands in my own. "Nancy, do you like me? Do you feel the same spark between us that I'm feeling?"

She looked at me. "Yes."

"Then what else matters?"

"I just don't know if I can handle all this." I could see the moisture in her honey brown eyes. "If you were just another guy, we could have had dinner last night and talked and who knows what might have happened? But then the Celebrity Sightings thing came on."

And I was reminded now of exactly why Nancy had gotten upset. I had just slept with Rosalinda. "In all fairness, Rosalinda has been my friendfor a long time. But there's no relationship there. And I had no idea I was going to meet you in the elevator that day. If we started something together, you and me... well, I'm not a cheater."

"And I think I realized that... It doesn't mean I'm happy about it. But it's not like I have any rights over you or anything. That's why I wanted to apologize. It's not very polite to kick someone out of your apartment." Nancy smiled for the first time.

"No it's not. But I understand. And apology accepted." My eyes sharpened as I looked right at Nancy. "Now, back to the matter at hand. I'm not much of a cook. So will you let me buy you dinner? Say, Friday?"

"A date?"

"Yeah, isn't that how this is usually supposed to go? We can start over fresh. I'm just a cute guy you met in the elevator."

"not that cute..." she teased.

"Hey, you just said I was cute!"

"you are, you are," she giggled. Oh, how I loved that giggle.

"Stop interrupting me." I exhaled and prepared myself. "I'm just a cute guy you met in the elevator. And you're just a very pretty young lady I want to get to know a little better. Come on, I'll take you to McDonald's!"

"Ooh, big fancy dinner from New York's newest billionaire!"

"nothing but the best for you. I can afford it."

Nancy laughed again and then leaned in and initiated the kiss this time, her lips soft and velvety against mine. She was just as sweet as I had wanted.

When she pulled back, I had to ask, "Is that a yes?"

"Yes, yes. Friday. Pick me up at eight."





Diary: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

UltimateSpice:
As I watched, she put the ring over the banana, pinched the end and rolled it down the yellow shaft. The sight of her hand jacking the banana to unroll the rubber made me very hard.

"There, you see ... a little room at the end ... to catch ... to catch your sperm. And it is lubricated ... so ... well so that ... if she isn't ... moist ... it will slip in ... you know?" she demonstrated by pushing the banana through the circle of her fingers and I quickly nodded, eager to get away.

"Demonstration over. You won't need this information for years! Hear me? Right! Oh, and when you do ... years from now, ... it isn't cool to tie a knot in it ... you know, ... afterwards... ! I can't believe I told you that!"

I went around the table and hugged her. "I love you, step Mom."

"Yeh, yeh, yeh, keep out of trouble then!" she said as she squeezed me tight. "Now go return Mercy's panties before her step Mom finds out! Do you want me to give you mine for luck?"

"Yes." I said quickly.

"Oh my god, why am I such a sucker for you?" Then she laughed her evil witch laugh.

It was very sexy when she stood up and reached under her skirt to pull the black lacy panties down and balled them up and pushed them into my pocket.

"Will you really teach me to play poker?" I was pushing my luck.

"Go!"

Mercy would never know that as I transferred her tightly rolled yellow panties into her hand, that my other hand clutched the black panties in my left pocket. She smiled sweetly with a self-satisfied look as she accepted her panties from me. She looked boldly into my eyes, looking very much like she knew that she could wrap me around her finger with those pretty yellow panties anytime she wanted to.

When I got home later in the evening, Auntie Deborah was there. I didn't hear much of their conversation. But what I did hear was a little alarming and continued my sex-charged cravings from the earlier events of the day.

"You need to get laid, sweetie!" My aunt giggled chiding my step Mom.

I interrupted the conversation, whatever it was and Auntie turned to me with a big smile and offered a hug. I looked down her cleavage with great pleasure and returned her kiss. She pulled me onto her lap and hugged me with gusto. Those soft cushioning breasts were wonderful against my bare arm.

"Hi, Boyfriend! Still driving the girls crazy with that smile, I guess?"

"I guess."

"Still my best boyfriend, though?" She kissed me on the cheek and I could smell her sweet breath and the scent of her lipstick which I found so enticing.

"Yep."

It was always a lot of laughs when she came to visit and tonight was a good example.

"If I drink too much of this wine can I bunk with you, Prince, like in the old days when I baby sat? Or has he become a man and I can't sleep with him anymore?" She giggled and looked at my step Mom.

My room has twin beds and she used to crawl into the other bed when she was the babysitter and read to me; then she would fall asleep with the book fyounger over her breasts.

"He's probably in more jeopardy from you, than you are!" step Mom laughed. "But he wants us to give him some pointers on strip poker for some reason."

"I can handle that! Oh, lord, Esther, do you remember that? We used to run home and put on three pairs of panties? And then come back and play in Kola's tree house? I think we drove him to early insanity!"

The cards came out and my poker lesson began. I was down to my underwear before they were finished explaining how to play and win the game. My cock was jutting out against my jockey shorts and they made little jokes I wasn't supposed to understand.

By then I started to catch on a little bit and Auntie Deborah lost a hand and had to take off her blouse. Her bra was see-through material and I saw for the first time her dark crisp little nipples under the gauzy nylon with a flower pattern barely concealing it.

"Oh, Deborah, what a pretty bra. You could have worn something a little more ... concealing," my step Mom said. "Prince don't look at your naughty aunt, she is a tramp!" she laughed.

Then step Mom lost a hand too and slipped white lace panties off under the table and tossed them to the middle of the table. They looked warm from her body, lying there and I thought I could smell her scent. I self-consciously reached out and took pulled the panties to the pile in front of me and my step Mom continued to blush, but secretly watched me through half closed eyelids.

step Mom lost her blouse and I sat not knowing where to look. Which sister should I stare at? One in a see-through bra bulging with ample breasts and dark nipples or my step Mom in a lacy push-up bra looking fresh and virginal.

"Hey, we are too good a pair of teachers! What happened, he is winning. We'll be nekkid," my aunt screamed.





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

tonysunkan:
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SeyiDominion:
"I've been saying it over and over again that we need to take Robert for deliverance. He needs deliverance!"

That was the very aspect his father did not want to hear.

"So, he's suspended for a week?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Alright. Let him serve his sentence." He made it sound as if it was a prison term.

His wife expected him to react more decisively, but she was disappointed. She shook her head. She just must design a way to make her only son go through 'deliverance'.






Chapter Two

Bobby was forced to be home alone for a whole week. If his parents, especially his mother thought this would reform him, they were wrong. By the third day he was at home, things became so boring. Once his father and father had left home, he would move from his room to the sitting-room. He had been told he must not step out of the house. The security man at the gate had been given the strict instruction that Bobby must not go out and could not receive any visitor.

Well, he still had access to the television. Now, he was at home with the housemaid. Being the kind of person he was, he was already thinking of another mischief. The house girl was his target. She should be in her twenties. Sefinatou was a Togolese and had been of service to the house for about a year now.

She seemed to be dedicated to her work and his mother had said she was the best house girl they had got so far. Could this same Sefinatou serve Bobby's whimsical purpose?

After Sefinatou served his breakfast and had come to clear the plates, he called her.

"There's something I want you to do for me," he informed her in Yoruba language. She was not the kind to shy away from work.

"What should I do?" She asked in return.

He stared at her briefly. "But it depends on whether you can do the work?"

"You want to wash your clothes?" she prempted. His mother had forbidden the house girl from washing Bobby's clothes. She said Bobby must take responsibilities.

He shook his head. "No, not that."

She became impatient. "Well, what is it?"

He nodded and stared briefly at her again. She was wearing a big t-shirt, the one she had slept in. Underneath it was a black skirt.

"I want you to remove the t-shirt you are wearing."



Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

kweensheba:
Nice stuff