A thr33some had swirled around my mind for some time. The only problem was finding two hot guys who knew each other and wanted me. A friend had suggested that I join a gym to meet guys. Three months had passed since I tasted d-!!ck, so I was desperate enough to overcome laziness and put on my leggings.
The last time I had seen the inside of a gym was five months ago, but taking my dog for a daily walk and weekly yoga had kept me fit.
The desk clerk had a big smile on his face after scanning my card. I might not have had c3x in a while, but I’ve still got it. His smile was plastered to his face, and his eyes fixated on me as I walked through the turnstile. I looked over my shoulder and waved.
A guy sitting at a bench snapped his head in my direction when he saw me. His eyes followed me to the watercooler. The attention boosted my ego, but I was looking for a gem. I knew that he would come if he saw me in ar-0vsing positions.
I went to the stretch area and bent over to touch my toes. Then, I got on my fours and lifted my leg. The mirror revealed to me two guys who moved away from a machine to get a better look. I slumped my head and smiled. These guys are all muscle and no brains. Why aren’t they coming up to me? I know I’m intimidating, but where’s their confidence?
I figured that I needed to make it easier for them to approach by going to a secluded area. The studio was empty when I walked in. A guy walked in during my crunches. I looked up and saw a fit, blonde guy with great legs. His height hinted that he had a big d-!!ck. I continued the crunches but saw him glancing at me from the corner of my eye.
Come over already. What are you waiting for? My p-v$$y got wetter when I thought about him picking me off the floor and wrapping my legs around him before carrying me to the corner to bang my brains out. A thr33some at that moment would have been great, but just him would have sufficed.
After I had done another two sets, I looked at him and thought that he was a douchebag. I picked up the mat and put it on the pile before heading to the door.
“Excuse me,” said the blonde guy.
“Yes.”
“Hope I’m not disturbing. I wanted to talk to you, but I saw that you were busy.”
I twirled my hair. “I’m available now.”
“I’m Trent. It’s nice to meet you.”
His white teeth revealed as he smiled. “I’m Heidi.”
“I haven’t seen you here before.”
“I’m new. Thought I’d get back into shape.”
His eyes lowered to my chest, then my abs and curvy legs. “Back into shape? You already look great,” he said.
I smiled and said, “Thanks.”
“I’m here every day. Got a strict workout regimen. Maybe, I can show you sometime?”
Oh, no. He’s a trainer. Just talking to me, hoping to secure another client. My eyes closed, and I pursed my l-!ps. The last three months of frustration had culminated to the point that I didn’t care if it showed.
“Did I say something wrong?” asked Trent.
Of course, you did. You’re a man. You can’t help yourself from ruining your chances of getting laid while also adding to my frustration. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I’m not interested in personal training,” I said before turning to walk away.
“I’m not a trainer. I just thought we could train together to get to know each other better.”
A smile appeared on my face. After I told him that I don’t frequent the gym, he suggested drinks. I agreed and met him at a cocktail bar the following night. I had never been a fan of playing games when I wanted d-!kck.
The doorman complimented me on the cocktail dress. The guys at the bar echoed his sentiments with their eyes on me. Trent sent me a message to say that he was running ten minutes late. I hated waiting, especially when my p-v$$sy craved a ramming.
He pecked my cheek and apologised for being late. I forgave him after he bought me two long islands and three shots of tequila. When he was talking, I wondered if he knew that I was prepared to open my legs for him.
“Would you like to dance?” he asked.
“Sure.”
He grabbed my waist on the floor and turned me around. I rubbed my azz against his gro!n and felt his boner. That confirmed my suspicions of him having a big d-!kk. I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me.
As he spun me around, I slipped and screamed. Trent caught me and gazed in my eyes. His lips crashed into mine, and our tongues swirled around each other’s mouths. He made me h-0rnier when he squeezed my azz.
“Should we get out of here?” asked Trent.
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Na for inside one Sunday service last year this one happen.
For my church, na three times dem dey sing from our hymn book. And if you no get the book, you go draw near to anybody wey get am, and una go sing from same book together. 
Ehen.
So na so o; as we sing second hymn, this fine sister wey sit down beside me get the hymn book o, but when she open am, she see say her own version no reach hymn 258 wey dem talk say make we sing.
I reason am and I see say na opportunity for me to do good for mankind, and share my own book with am.
So I shift near am small, and she sef, she shift come my side.
Na so song start o.
I know say I no get perfect voice like some people here; but I dey try small small if I no too stress my voice.
I fit sing bass well, na tenor dey always destroy my voice.
As per person wey get sense, I quick choose bass key, and I start to sing as my mouth open like school gate.
As she see say I start sing, the sister sef start to sing.
The sister voice sweet ehn! Chai! 
Come see as she dey draw her voice inside the song, wey she dey raise pitch, drop am back like who dey wash plate.
And when you come add my own low cool bass, our voice just gel together like beans and garri.
We sing first stanza, sing second one, sing chorus together.
Both of us know say we dey deliberately gel our voices o, but we no even look each other face.
We just dey sing the sweet song dey go, e come be like say na only the two of us sef dey church.
As the last line of the chorus come slow down to finish the song, na so me and she still use our voice take draw the song slow slow like okra.
The thing sweet so tey, even the usher wey dey for the next row begin look us.
‘Imagine say Na my wife be this sha…’ one mind tell me but I just bone am.
Na so that song take end sha.
Our Pastor come say make we sing the third one for hymn 18.
As dem call the hymn ehn, e be like say make I cry, cos I know say that one go dey the sister hymn book.
But you know wetin come shock me? 
This sister no even bother check the book again, she just stand beside me like before, and wait make I open the book back to hymn 18.
My legs begin scratch me, say make I burst dance for the matter o, but I control myself sharp sharp.
Na so we start again, we begin sing the second hymn.
I shift near am, she sef shift near me small. As I dey sing, I dey smile. And she sef smile one kin tiny smile.
By the time we reach middle of the song like this, almost half of the people wey dey front of our row don dey look back. 
Some dey smile, some dey wink, others dey shake their head.
The two of us sha do like that till the song end and dem talk say make everybody sit down.
As my body touch my chair like this, wey I balance well, I look beside me, say make I check the sister face well, take know who she really be.
But as I look her face small, na that same time this better sister sef look my face. 
Like play like play, na so our face jam together like say car accident happen.
Me smile small, nod head give her.
She sef smile small, look front.
Me just dey sit down, begin thank God say He don finally remember me for my marital department.
Before before, if dem dey preach message for church, sometimes I go doze, even sleep sef sometimes.
But that day o, even devil and Jonah no fit combine make me sleep.
My eyes sharp like cutlass. I no even doze once till message end.
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Poverty, to me, was always a familiar figure. Born into a humble background, I navigated the the painful throes of poverty from childhood to adulthood. Insufficiently catered for, I remained strong, diligent and resolute. My industry had pushed me through my early school year to the university. It was in the university I experienced the deep cesspit of desperation in which poverty could plunge one. And for me, the cesspit was prostitution.

It will not be out of place to say the roundness, plumpness and richness of one’s body physique is dependent on the lifestyle. But mine was an exception. Despite the several nights on empty stomach, and the brazenly meager routine of garri twice daily, my frame was still a spectacle to behold. Tall and brightly fair with gangling, balanced legs to match, I had moderate boobs matched with an ass that found a way to sparkle underneath my old, jaded, stitched dresses. My strides across campus halls were always met with consistent ogles by admiring male and female students. Poverty, however hard it tried, did not do enough to mask my alluring beauty.

It was on one of my dull, somber days I met Grace. I had visited the school buttery, penniless but hopeful. On reaching the school buttery, I saw a tall, round lady and buying an assortment of fried rice, chicken, eggs and meat. I approached her instantly

“Good morning. Please, can I get anything from you. I am very hungry”

Instantly, she dipped her hand into her wallet and dashed me 1000 naira note. I was overjoyed. She requested my contact.

The following evening, she called. I was then invited to what turned out her exclusive suite off campus. She was the campus big girl.

In no time, Grace offered to take me in. I agreed. I joined her. Soon, she began to change my dresses. I became more comfortable in short, tight fitting gowns and gangling heels. My transformation was all round. Soon, my boobs began to push up, and my skin shone brighter than ever.

With time, she introduced me to the big business. It was prostitution. I was not new to the sex game. My early teenage years were dotted with instances I had cash-for-sex transactions with classmates and street neighbours. Besides, Grace had helped me a lot. And she was ready to teach me to fish. She wanted me to meet her leader Mama.

Soon, we visited Mama.

Mama was breathtakingly gorgeous. Expensively carved, she had four varying gold pendants around her neck, with a fitting gown to match. She was the head of a call girl syndicate. They serviced the glitterati of the society. And she wanted me to join the clique.
Soon, the deal was signed. I was to have my first night with Prof.Hafiz.
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"Ewo! Gbege ti sele," Kelechi rush into our room; panting fast. Her hair was rough, her dress was rough.
"Who touch you this fowl?!" Joke ask pissed at her attitude.
(What happened to you?)
Joke was a no nonsense lady, she was blunt with words and straight forward to the core. She'd tell you what she had in mind to your face and you can't do her shit because she's got all the strength and time in this  world to deal with anyone who challenges her.
Joke has kept the unbeatable record for years. She has never fought with her mate and came back defeated. Either male of female, she was sure to beat their a..zz and spat on their face.
She stood at the height of 5'9, joke wasn't fat and fact was; she was thin and she still is.
It was hard to put her to the ground and she'd proudly brag about her heritage.
"In case mama Dorcas come find me, just  talk say i no dey," she tells us as she sits down on our bed.
(Should In case Dorcas mother comes to look for me, please tell her I'm not here.)
"Wetin happen again self?" Joke ask.
(What has happened)
"She catch me and alhaji dey f..vkk!" She explains. "Na where una dey dress go?" She ask again after noticing that we were applying make up.
(She caught Alhahi and I having s..3z) (where are you guys, dressing to?)
"Na wetin dey make you hide from her? Mtchweee" Joke hiss.
"No be her third husband be Alhaji. No be f..vkk wey she dey f..vkk around make her jam am," Joke spoke pissed of.
(Is that why you are are hiding? Mtchweee. Wasn't it who..r!ng around she did before she met Alhaji)
"Na true self, why I con dey hide, if she come, I go rub am for her face," Kelechi tells joke proudly standing back to her feet.
Here in Ajegunle, let no one know your secret or else you'd be forever be tortured. I sigh mentally at my friend's immaturity of still planning to fight back if she comes.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, before we could say come in, Ebi comes in uninvited.
Another thing about people in Ajegunle is that they don't wait for invites to come into your house.
" E don red o mama,
E don red o,
Fire get red, fire get red, fire get red o, get red o," she sings and dances to a song by an old Ajegunle musicians 'flekta man' jubilating over what we knew of.
She was dressed in a strapless black gown. She looked so extravagant, her red lip stick and her heavy make up, if not that we knew her too well, we wouldn't recognise her.
"Which kind lottery you win fowl?" Joke ask sarcastically.
  
(Did you win a lottery?)
"Guess what? I am one of the bridal girls for Damilola, I couldn't believe it when she asked me!" She exclaims with happiness.
"Na...." She cuts Joke off.
"Shuuu......let me land bitch!" She tells her. "And guess what again? I am going to have a three..s0me tomorrow and would be paid #250k!"
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The way i disengaged and dived into my sitting room seemed like i was auditioning in a police training exercise or battle with boko haram. She answered him and quickly tied her wrapper, opened the kitchen exit door and went out to meet him.
I pulled up my boxer and was waiting to hear any sign or noise that might indicate her husband knew what was going on when she re-entered.
Luckily, he had come back to retrieve something he had forgotten and was in a haste to go and pick up a client. She smiled and slowly walked back to me, like Eve did to Adam took off her wrapper and bent her a..zz, tw..3rking.

Her bold move must have impressed my d..!kk more than it did me cos the banana got so hard that i wondered if it’s still a part of my body.
I took her to the sitting room, sat her on a single couch, made her lie back a little, held her legs up high and was rubbing my d..!kk on her c..vnt when she started saying “bros your d..!kk big. Kai! f..vkk me weeeeeellll.
No go dey f..vkk madam and Joy again. I go dey f..vkk you well brooooos. I like you. I like the way you dey f..vkk me. I like your big d..!kk be like say i don dey love you oohhh”.
She was still mumbling her negotiations when i slid in my d..!kk into her already w..et Well. My d..!kk must have adventures deeper and faster cos she exclaimed in a low whisper “brooooosssss….. hmmmn…arghhhh.. brooosss”.
And i f..vkkked her. Pounded her p..ushy so hard until her whitish fluids covered my d..!kk but yet she was not satisfied. I scooped her up, turned over and made to sit with her on top when she started pulling me down to the floor with her weight while f..vkkking me.
I lay on the floor and she got wild. She started moving her waist violently in any direction we are and i f..vkked her as well.
F..vkking with such energy and being f..vkked back with such enthusiasm is;mind- blowing. Then, it suddenly occurred to me that her husband was definitely crazy to be ignoring/neglecting what i’m getting.
We were lying and f..vkk!ng side by side facing each other when suddenly she held me tight and started singing her sweet c..vmm chorus “mmmmmmhhhhhhh…….eeeeeeyyyyyy…..aaaaaaii iisssshhhh”.
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Advanced Statistics was a confusing and unnecessary course, I hated it. Bane of my life! I may have had no interest in the subject but my Statistics lecturer however, was another matter altogether. She was built like an improper fraction herself; bigger on top. Even though she had ample b..vttocks, her br..33sts were enormous in proportion to the rest of her slender caramel-skinned body. Miss Grace had full hair that was blown out into a luxuriant afro and her glasses gave her a s3zy n..3rd!sh look, even though they were a medical requirement rather than a complimentary fashion accessory. Her long legs -accentuated by skirts and gowns that rode just above the knee- gave the impression that she was taller than she actually was. The combination of these made her one of the objects of the lewd fantasies that pervaded my dreams every night. As the course rep of the Mathematics department, I would visit her office at least three times a week. I always opted to sit on the sofa close to the door instead of any of the chairs directly across from her, so I could see beneath her desk as she attended to other matters before giving me any attention. I didn’t imagine there was any chance in the world that we could ever be s33zually involved so I was more than content to play the Viewer from across the office. And as far as voyeurism goes, nothing was easier than spying up her skirt for a peek at her p..@nties. Miss Grace was amazing at math but the one thing she didn’t know how to do was sit like a proper lady. Seventy percent of the time she would sit with her legs carelessly open, deeply engrossed in her Facebook comment section instead of signing course forms.
I saw it all. The red polka dot p..@nties, the light blue cotton p..@nties, the black lace ones, the white lace ones, the occasional purple one with the black trim around the edges, and of course the s..3zy pink one with the flower patterns. They were all burned into my mental files, ready for m..@stvrbatory use in my alone time. Sometimes the p..@nties would relax on her trimmed cr..0ch, outlining her p..v$$sy lips. Other times, they would swell around her unshaven mound, with strands of dark p..vbic hair sticking out of the edges. Whichever it was, I would enjoy the show which usually lasted long enough long before she would finally change her position. Every exit I ever made from her office required a great deal of effort to conceal my raging boner.
And so continued the routine until the Friday morning that harboured the reality of my wildest imaginations.
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My name is Timi.
Me and my family live in a small bungalow, while my mum’s tenant live in their bungalow @ the back of our house.
Dey packed in wen i was in school as i came back i saw one lady, she greeted me while i reply and she told me she has heard alot about me, while she was sayin all this, she already know my name self,i had to ask of hers…which she told me her name is Helen.I was just starrin at her big brezzs and thinkin{as in dey talk make i just hold d brezz start to dey s–k am like my gal own}after she talk all her talk,i just said ok, we will know each other better soon.As she was walkin behind our house i started looking at d acube{yansh}twistin from right to left……2 cut d story short..am always stayin outside every evening to see her go to her house just to see dat brezz and d acube……

On a faithful friday all my family went to Vigil while i said am staying at home due to my sickness dat started early in the morning of dat friday when i woke up.
My mum’s tenant husband has travel while her kid went to holiday,when they left around 6pm coz my church is very far and helen do come around 8pm coz she is a banker.
I was watching my tv in our parlour when i heard d bell around 10:20pm,Guess wat..it was helen…
Me:Welcome back from office madam
Helen:laughs…dont call me madam..is mummy around?
Me:No,they all went to vigil,why ask?
Helen:I forgot my key in my drawer locker in office and there is no key to enter into my apartment….Let me call mum to ask if i can pass the night here.
Me:Laughs,why would you,is it mum dat is at home ni?….come on in{i opened d door for her to enter in,then i locked it behind}.
Helen:But dont you think i should call mummy?
Me:She wont talk na,am nt a baby and will you even tell her you pass d night here{wetin dey do dis babe na}
Me:The problem now is dat everyone has lock their room door because of their secret stuff sha…so you would sleep in my room while i sleep in d sittin room
Helen:No problem,we can sleep in your room together..
Me:hmmmm,parlour will be okay{pretendin as if i did nt want it}
Helen:Or are you thinkin of another thing?
Me:No o,just thinkin it is not…..well if you insist…
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Please don’t judge me. I did something wrong, but I want to make things right. I just don’t want to loose my man in the process. About 4 months ago, I met someone through my friend. It was a fun hangout and we hooked up after all. Ade is into exports, a well to do guy and he was also looking for some fun.
After our first meeting, he invited me over to his house for a night over. During my stay, I noticed he kept alot of hard currency around. He also gave me 500 dollars. I do not know what moved me, but I took some dollars from his wardrobe. I picked up pick pocket habits from a young age, you would never catch me but I have not done so in many years until now.


The next day, Ade called me and asked if I took money from his house when I came over. I pretended to be angry and shouted at him. Told him off. Telling him that I can return the 500 dollars he gave me if he thinks I am that cheap to steal from him. Ade apologized and the conversation ended that way.
Like two weeks later, he started chatting me again, asking for us to hang out. He also kept apologizing for suspecting me. That he had to sack his house boy cos he is the only one that cleans his room. I felt horrible that someone else was sacked for my fault.
Truly, because of that, I did not want to have anything to do with Ade anymore. But the more I played hard to get, the harder he tried. On valentine’s day, he surprised me with so many gifts. My friends called me a fool for not wanting to date him. They even threatened to take him if I do not want him.

So since Valentine, we have been dating and it’s looking like it’s getting very serious. Ade spends alot on me. He spoils me every time. He already is talking about meeting my family. He told me he had fallen in love with me on the first of this month. Now, I think I love him as well but my conscience is pricking me so bad for stealing from him the first time I spent the night in his apartment.
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During one of my business trips, I visited a country where my sister Tammy and her husband Mark were living, they lived close to where I was going, once I had finished my work mission, I went to their house, they were informed of my visit ahead of time. It was nice seeing them as I had not seen them in a while, Mark worked late most of the time, he would report home sometime after mid-night mostly, but he goes to work late too.
Mark and Tammy were home when I arrived, they both picked me up at the station, after late lunch, Mark went to work while Tammy and I went around in that town, then we had some sisterly talk for a while, they had no kids, that is why they had a fairly small apartment to live in, it was a one bedroom apartment with all the trimmings, but only had a t-ght, small DIN room that could be used as an office or a tight place for some guests to sleep in, it had a small sofa bed.
It seemed that Mark and Tammy had both agreed that I, as their honorable guest would sleep in their spacy master bedroom, while Tammy would sleep in the DIN room and Mark said, he comes home late anyway so he wanted to sleep over the comfortable spacy couch in their living room, but when it was bedtime, I totally refused their arrangements saying, I wanted them to be comfortable in their own house and I would feel much more comfortable sleeping in the DIN room which is spacy enough for me.
Finally, Tammy gave up and agreed with me, but somehow, she seemed to have forgotten to inform Mark of the new arrangements, which wasn’t that big of a deal to her anyway. Before going to bed, Tammy walked in the DIN room with some night clothes in her hand, saying, “Tiffanie, since we almost have the same body looks and built, I want you to put on these night clothes instead of going through your bags to get some”
I smiled, accepting her generous offer saying, “you are right sis, we pass as twins don’t, we?”
She nodded giggling, closed the door behind her and walked back to her bedroom, I checked the night clothes my sister handed me, there was a light, transparent short nightie with self-bra, and a pair of light G-strings, I took all my clothes off, and put them on and went to sleep.
We went to sleep; all lights were turned off, when I turned the side table lamp off in the DIN room, it felt like a complete blackout, which was fine, making it better to fall asleep quickly which I did, as it was a long day that day, I would say I fell asleep right away, as I was tired, it was a long day that day.
I am not sure how long it was after going to sleep, but I was totally asleep when I was shocked by feeling some hands over my body, I thought I was dreaming, but a short while later, I felt my panties moved a side and felt a tongue l-cking my p-ssy, no way, that could not be a dream, I was feeling it, as a matter of fact, my p-ssy was betraying me and getting wet as well, I lifted my head up, but I could not see anything or anybody, it was totally dark as I had said earlier.
I tried to say something, but I heard a whisper in my ear, “Be quiet, your sister is sleeping, we do not want to wake her up”
The voice was coming from my brother-in-law Mark, I was completely shocked, why would he do that to me? He had never ever made any advances on me, or tried anything s-xual with me, why now? I admit having some fantasies about being f-cked by him, I even mastvrbated to those dreams and fantasies, but he surprised me by doing like this without any prior notice, which was fine with me one way or another.
I kept quiet and cooperated with him, not wanting my sister to wake up and discover us having s-x like that, he seemed to have positioned himself in between my legs while I was sleeping on my back already, he was n-de and I felt his hard c-ck being rubbed to my p-ssy, and he was pushing his c-ck into my p-ssy, which I had to admit, it was getting slippery wet, it must be natural that I get so h-orny especially that I had fantasies about being f-cked by my older sister’s husband whom I always found handsome and nice to me as well.


He was f-cking me so hard and so deep, and I must admit I never knew my sister’s husband was hung that much, his d-ck felt like it was very long and so thick too in me, it was stretching my p-ssy to the utmost it could stretch. Do not get me wrong, I cannot say I wasn’t enjoying his f-cking me that hard and that strong, I happened to be one hell of a s-x loving s-ut, over and above being f-cked by him was one of my fantasies, but that unplanned situation shocked and surprised me so much, but I guess my p-ssy and my whole body adapted in taking that beautiful, sudden f-ck, postponing the reasons for later point. I was totally happy taking his c-ck in me, enjoying every inch of it, I was moaning like a real slut being f-cked the way she deserves and wanted to be f-cked.
He gave me a few k-sses on the lips in the darkness, while f-cking me, he rubbed and sucked my t-ts and hard n-pples, he kept at it nonstop till he started shooting his huge load of cu-mm deep inside my p-ssy, which was another shock to me as well. I mean, if my brother-in-law wanted to f-ck me behind his wife’s back, who happened to be my sister, why would he cu-mm in me?
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We had a very busy day at the office, being the Executive secretary and the office manager, I was doing most of the work, feeling very tired, I needed to take a shower and refresh, but we had a meeting in two hours, and I would not have enough time to go home and come back.
Lisa, one of my friends and colleagues at work lived in an apartment next door to our office building, she handed me her house key saying “Anna, why don’t you go to my house, next door, take a shower, have a drink, relax and come back to work, it would be much easier and faster than going home”
I said, “But you are married, what if your husband showed up?”
She said, “No, he is out of town on a business trip, he is not due back till tomorrow night”
I said, “Are you sure it is ok to do that at your house?”


She smiled saying “of course it is honey, just go now and I will cover up for you at the office till you come back”
I needed it so bad, so I just grabbed my purse and walked to her house, got in, walked to her master bedroom, got rid of my clothes, took a quick shower, dried my body, and put back only my light top without the bra and my thin, transparent pair of pink thongs, I lay on her bed and started having a drink while checking my messages on my phone.
Without knowing it, I seem to have been watched closely all the time and being peeped on while taking the shower and changing my clothes, by whom, by her husband who walked into the house while I was in the shower, I did not feel or notice him getting in.
As of a sudden, Damien, her husband showed up in front of me with only his top on, bare bottomed, his huge, hard c0-cck was pointing at me, before I knew it, he jumped on bed with me, pulled my panties off and was between my legs pushing his c0-cck in my pv-$$y, I was shocked looking him straight in the eyes, he asked me to cool down and he will explain the situation.
The first thing that came to my mind was, maybe he had an arrangement with his wife to let him fv-cck me that way in their house, it was hard to think of it any other way, I might have approved of it if she told me so, that is what I was telling myself of course.
By the time I stopped daydreaming and thinking his c0-cck was already sliding into my pu-$$y balls deep, he had me on bed in the missionary position with my legs widespread and up over his shoulders, I wasn’t sure why I let him fv-cck me that easy without my refusal in anyway.
I Knew Damien before, I had always fancied him, he was a super-hot, great looking young man, with nice manners, I must admit I had fantasies of being fu-ccked by him, and I knew his wife Lisa was a classic thinking woman who would never approve of such thing.
I was totally shocked of how easy he got to fv-cck me in his own house and over his wife’s bed, but upon hearing his side of the story later, I totally understood how lucky we both were for things to arrange themselves that way and that easy.
He said he had finished his work mission one day ahead and managed to fly home the same day without telling his wife, he wanted to surprise her, but as he claimed, when he walked in and saw me in her place, the way I was dressed or semi-nu-de had drove him crazy and out of his mind, he admitted losing control over himself and was determined that he had to fv-cck me one way or another.
All of that explaining was done while his c0-cck was bal|s deep inside my pu-$$y and he froze there as is where is, being kind enough, he gave me the opportunity and the choice to say no to s3-x and he would stop right away as he promised. Being the s3-x loving sl-uut I am, already feeling his lovely huge, hard c0-cck in me, it would have been so stupid of me to stop him.
I wanted him to fu-cck me as much as he did, I smiled saying “Damien, did you do all of these brave quick actions just to store your c0-cck inside my cu-nnt and freeze it there? Don’t you want to fv-cck me?”
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Hi, guys! First I will tell you about myself. I am Rash, doing engineering right now. This is the story about my hot English teacher and how I fv-cked her. Her name is Mabel.

I was in 11 grade and 18years at the time, She had just joined our school at that time and used to teach English to 7 and 8 grades students. She was s3-xy as hell. She was fair and also slim. She was about 5’9″ tall. She had big b0-0bs. I first saw her when I was studying in the library. She had worn a blue gown. Her blouse was short and she had worn low waist gown. As a result, much waist was shown. She had a very s3-xy hip with curves. As she walked into the library, and due to the fans in the library, her navel got exposed. It was very big and deep. It was hot. I was staring at her navel. It gave me a hard on. She didn’t care to cover her navel.She did some work and started to go out of the library. Again her navel was exposed and I was staring at it. But this time she caught me seeing her, so I suddenly looked elsewhere. But she gave me a smile and went out. So I thought that she was also kind of naughty women.

She used to wear short dresses to school and expose her waist and back. I used to mastv-rbate at home thinking about her.

At times I used to walk by her in the corridor and get a sight of her navel. It was very deep!

At that time I didn’t know her name or any other details. So I tried to search her on FB. I looked up at my school’s page on FB. Luckily I got a picture of her in which she was tagged.

So, I got to know her name – Mabel and that she used to teach English. I was really poor in English. My parents forced me to join tuition for English but I refused. Now I had a great chance. I could ask Mabel to give me lesson in English, but I didn’t have the courage to talk to her.

But one day, I gathered courage and stopped her in the corridor. She had worn a low waist green dress and her navel was poking out. I couldn’t resist. She gave me a naughty smile. I think she remembered me staring at her navel. But politely I asked her –

Me – Mam I heard that you teach English to the lower classes.

Mabel – Yes! So?

Me- Mam! Actually, I am very poor in English. I need some lesson for it. Do you offer any lesson?

Mabel- No. I don’t.

Me- So what can I do to improve it?

Mabel- I can teach you on Mondays after the school is over if you could stay in school.

Me – Sure. Mam, I could!

Mabel- Ok. So you can come to the staff room after the school is over on Mondays.

I was very happy. I informed my parents about it and they agreed. Now, I was waiting for Monday to come.

Monday came. After the school got over, I went to the staff room. There she was sitting on the chair, doing her work. What a milky waist! I could see her as well with curves!

She was very engrossed in her work and didn’t notice me. So I walked to her and touched her back. So hot! So milky. She looked towards me and greeted with a smile. I sat beside her. I started asking her doubts. But then I saw something. I saw her cle-@vage. Her b0-0bs had popped out. wow! It was so hot. My d!-ckk was becoming rock hard. I tried to cover it with the book. She then gave me a smile. I thought she saw my d!-ckk grow hard. I was nervous…
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My name is James. I am 18. Today I will be describing my experience of fv-ck!ng my hot teacher Simbi, 25. I live in Lagos

I study in a private school and fortunately, my parents are very rich. We had this teacher in our school, Simbi. She was hot as fv-ckk. She taught us chemistry but I couldn’t focus because of her s3-xy body. Let me describe her. She was 25 years old and had a slim body and normal round b0-0bs as I discovered later. She had black hair but it was dyed streaks of brown which made her s3-xier. She was fair and wore s3-xyy glasses. She taught us chemistry for over 2 years now and I was longing to somehow get inside her and make her m0-an. I took frequent visits to the toilet during her period to relieve myself and I guess she understood it somehow because she banned me from going to the washroom during her period. Only I was banned.

Because of her hotness, my grades in the subject went down to c. She made me sit in the class after school hours which made me only h0-rnier. I always went to her with silly problems and she would laugh at my silly questions. I wanted to put my d!-ckk in her mouth but I couldn’t do so. She wasn’t married and lived alone in an apartment a few blocks away from my house.

Over time, I started talking to her after the school and frequently fl!-rted with her. But still, I didn’t have the guts to express my feelings for her. But God listened to me and my fantasy of fv-ck!ng her came true in a few days after. It was the teacher’s day and on this day every student would give something to his/her one favorite teacher. The teachers didn’t mind if they didn’t get a gift as they were understanding.

I couldn’t go to the school on that day because of a fever and after 2 days, when I returned to the school I forgot to bring her a gift. It was ruled to give your favorite teacher something or the other but I had bought nothing. When Simbi came to know about it, she called me to the chemistry lab to know the reason for my not coming to the school. This was the conversation-

Simbi: James, why didn’t you come to the school for the past 2 days.

Me: ma’am, I had a high fever. So, I couldn’t come.

Simbi: okay. I hope you are fine now. Well, where’s my gift?

She asked me with her s3-xy smile. I was fv-cked. I didn’t want to make her sad by telling the truth but I had to tell her. Uh, I am sorry ma’am but I couldn’t bring anything for you because I forgot about it.

God, James you forget everything. You don’t submit your homework on time. You always get a c in physics. In fact, you are excellent in every other subject and were good in physics before I started teaching. It’s obvious that I am not a good teacher, isn’t it? Or you would have been better on the subject if I didn’t teach. Tell me why are you so bad in physics and not in other subjects?”

She looked visibly annoyed with my performance. And then I said something I regretted at that time but not today.

Because you’re too hot. I blurted out. Fv-ck I was damned I thought. What did you say? she asked. She had heard it. I could see her surprised. But I had to tell her the truth. I told her everything. How I couldn’t focus on the subject because of her and how I wanted to k!-$$ her and fv-ckk her. I told her everything because I didn’t want to hide it anymore. She got up from the chair and she was slightly angry.

Should I complain about you to your parents? They should know how dirty their son is”, she said. I felt scared and wished that I had not said my feelings for her. “ma’am please don’t tell them. I told you as I trust you and that you would understand. Please don’t tell anyone”. I begged her

But she wasn’t going listen to me. “I am sorry but such behavior would not be permitted in the school. I am going to tell the principal”, she said. She was turning to go but I held her hand. Then, she told me to leave it but I didn’t. She was about to shook her hand at me but before that, I did the unexpected.

I pulled her towards me and held her near me. So near that we did not have enough space between us..
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