Story: Daniela Chucks

    Episode 1

    Yep. So you see that killer of a
    woman up there? That’s me!
    Daniela Chucks. I am not going to
    be surprised if you have ended up
    taking more time to really look at
    the pic – analyzing every bit of me
    in the process and even casting
    repetitive glances at it without
    end after now. I wouldn’t be. After
    all that is what all of them always
    do. I mean the guys. They just get
    absolutely blown away whenever I
    get into their paths. Like some
    brazen show-stopper, I am usually
    quick to disconnect their heads
    from their bodies with that a-s of
    mine! This can be in spite of their
    girlfriends or wives being with
    them as both are always helpless
    to the charms of my enchanting
    seduction. Some say I am overly
    pompous, others say that I am
    simply the most arrogant they
    have known, well, while that isn’t
    my problem, I seem to be more
    interested in the other thing they
    equally always have to admit, and
    that is, I am an absolute stunner!
    Anyways, you will be more
    surprised when I tell you more
    about myself.
    Like I said earlier, my name is
    Daniela Chucks. I am from the
    South-south region of Nigeria. I
    wouldn’t be willing to mention my
    precise state of origin here on this
    story for privacy reasons but I can
    only add that I am fluent in
    English, Efik and a bit of Ibo. I am
    actually married and have been so
    for exactly 20 years by next
    month. Given that I am 36 now
    (did you think I was that old when
    you saw my pic?), you should
    easily tell that I had my first kid at
    16 (what?!!!). Yea. I was that
    sexually active as at that time.
    Being very beautiful right from
    birth, I easily became a victim of
    endless sexual abuse. It began
    with an uncle who actually popped
    my cherry, and that was when I
    was only 9 and half. Since I was
    staying with a single mother, it
    was difficult for her to really be
    the mom (who watches over) while
    still hustling for our feeding. I was
    often left in the hands of relatives,
    friends, neighbors and even plain
    strangers on certain occasions.
    Growing up was a stark challenge
    and before I could get to 12, I had
    already had sex with several men.
    While I don’t dance over it now, I
    wouldn’t deny that I enjoyed every
    bit of it back then and can still
    remember when it got to the stage
    when I began to long after the
    men myself. It always paid off too,
    since I was very attractive. At 12, I
    already had a sex partner who was
    over 8 years older than myself. I
    also knew homes of so many men,
    and on challenging nights, I slept
    over at their homes. Mum would
    only come looking for me in the
    morning – no beating up, not even
    a rebuke. And it seemed very

    Episode 2

    Mum herself was just an older
    version of myself. She was the s--t
    every rich trader in our trading
    neighborhood knew. I had learnt
    about sex long before I got the
    first taste, simply because I
    watched her have it countless
    times in front of me. She had no
    shame and even usually asked me
    to go buy her tissue for cleaning
    up, right after a f--k session –
    herself and the pleased man stark
    naked and beaming with smiles. It
    was that bad. So when I eventually
    got pregnant (at a tender age of
    16), she didn’t do exactly like most
    moms. She didn’t ask about who
    was responsible; even though I
    couldn’t have had anyone I could
    have picked as responsible despite
    the zillion men I f----d. She only
    brought me back home after a
    nurse-friend of hers had confirmed
    it, and served me dinner. But later
    that night she wept bitterly.
    Leaning into my shoulder and
    shedding a lot of tears. She
    lamented so much that night that
    I thought she was going to go
    mad. She cried and asked for
    forgiveness. Blaming herself for
    my state and promising to do
    better as a mother from that
    moment. But that didn’t exactly
    happen as she handed me over to
    a close friend of hers in a far away
    state just as my belly began to
    grow. I never met mom again and
    she never called or wrote. It was a
    bitter end to an already rotten
    relationship. Having known no dad
    (my dad left mom before I was
    born), I suddenly knew nothing
    about the love a man can have for
    a lady and the much I thought my
    mom had for me, fizzled away with
    Chike came into my life just after I
    had arrived my new abode. He was
    a reckless 20 year old cousin to the
    lady (Mama Jonah) who was now
    taking care of me. He started
    frequenting Mama Jonah’s place
    and just like every other guy, his
    aim was just my body. He kept
    telling me about how beautiful I
    was even in pregnancy and how he
    has never stopped imagining me
    naked. This continued and soon I
    found myself longing for him too.
    Having been without sex for over
    6months, my p---y was the first
    to yell out for the dude’s touch
    each time he arrived and before
    we could put our names on a line,
    we had already started f-----g our
    brains out!! In pregnancy, and at
    just 16, I was having sex with
    Chike every day until my delivery
    was close. Being inexperienced, I
    was initially scared of what could
    happen, but later learnt from
    some of the street girls that
    eventually became my friends that
    it was just fine to go on.
    My delivery gave me a girl. And
    she looked so so much like mom! It
    was painfully pleasant as I always
    cried each time I found myself
    likening her face to her grandma.
    We grew together and soon began
    looking like sisters. Mama Jonah
    had suggested that I leave the girl
    with her while I pursued a life in
    Lagos. Her plan was to make sure
    the girl does not get to know that I
    was her mother but I refused. I
    wanted to remain with her as she
    was the only thing I had. Mama
    Jonah accepted this and in no
    time, I was schooling with her. But
    before this, Mama Jonah married
    me to Chike who equally had no
    parents. This was a secret
    agreement as she never wanted
    anybody to know about it. It
    became a serious marriage once
    Chika began making money on his
    own. He was always following
    drivers for daily jobs and was
    always lucky to make little money
    to bring home. He began getting
    responsible and soon started
    buying things for me. I knew at
    that stage that I was actually in
    love with him and on my 21st
    birthday, I moved out with him as
    well as my daughter from Mama
    Jonah’s place. We moved to Lagos
    where he was offered a driving job
    for a bottling firm despite his
    young age of 25. I was now exactly
    married in spite of being of
    different tribal backgrounds (he is
    Ibo). The most important things to
    me was that he cared for me and
    then that he was also the best
    f--k I had ever known! We f----d
    everyday! And I mean everyday!
    He had a pretty big d--k. A d--k
    which wasn’t exactly long but very
    fat and thick! He would f--k me
    with that thing until I began
    screaming for help (not help really
    but…I was always going to feel
    like I’d tear apart), scratching his
    back and clawing his buttocks! I
    was absolutely loving Chike and he
    loved me too.

    Episode 3

    The real gist begins when I had my
    third child – a boy. The second was
    also a girl but she came after I had
    turned 24 as I began finding it
    difficult to conceive. But just after
    her, the boy came, in exactly 3
    years. They were all beautiful kids
    and I always remain grateful for
    them. However, it appeared as
    though the coming of the third
    would bring a lot of difficulty for
    us. Chika was still working then
    and was even doing some minnow
    jobs during the weekends to see
    that ends met. I too had to raise a
    little stall just in front of our
    shanty house where I sold locally-
    made soaps I had produced
    myself. When it began looking like
    hawking the soaps was more
    effective, I began doing so. But
    this exposed me to a life I had
    forgotten for a while. I began
    mingling with men again and just
    like before, I ended up putting up
    little or no resistance and started
    f-----g like some wild chicken all a
    new. I was usually heavily filled
    with c-m each time I returned
    home since I would have bagged 2
    or 3 mean dicks during the day
    and even though Chika never
    seemed to suspect anything, I was
    soon attracting the suspicions of
    neighbours. The only edge I had
    was that these men usually
    bought a great chunk of the trade
    I visited them with, so was being
    financially rewarded each time.
    But this began gradually turning
    ineffective immediately Darlington
    our son was born. In fact, I soon
    found myself visiting these men
    without any reason other than to
    f--k and even when I never got
    money in return, I was still very
    fine and satisfied. This was so bad
    that when Chika announced to me
    that we were going to move from
    Lagos, I felt like a broken woman! I
    was now a s--t! Simple!
    We moved from Lagos to Abeokuta
    in the coming months. Chike was
    transferred to his office’s new
    branch at the Ogun and given that
    we never had much, it was always
    going to be impossible for us to
    stay apart. So we moved with him,
    forcing the kids to change schools.
    And this was where I met the
    Johnsons. I hadn’t thought it was
    going to be possible getting to
    know people like that, but it
    happened. It was just like every
    other night. I had returned from
    marketing some of my soaps (I
    began the trade again) and met
    Chike home quite early. After
    serving him dinner and f-----g
    ourselves silly, he told me he got
    an offer from a friend. At first I
    thought he was referring to a new
    job offer which should of course be
    superior to his, so began to adjust
    to hear him out. But he didn’t say
    so. He said instead a friend of his
    in the office told him that their
    Deputy Branch Manager, was in
    need of a housekeeper. I didn’t get
    the thing initially so I asked him if
    he was interested, to which he
    laughed and said yes but for me. I
    got confused and asked him to
    explain. So he explained that he
    would want me to pick up the job
    while he continued with his
    driving role at his office. I wasn’t
    exactly pleased as I felt the job
    was the most demeaning I should
    ever think of doing. But after he
    narrated how good the potential
    employer was, I decided to give it
    a try. We were going to be given
    an apartment within the Deputy
    Branch Manager’s residency. And
    all I was required to do was to
    keep his home tidy while they paid
    me. His wife was a nice woman so
    was always available to cook for
    the home.

    Episode 4

    I started work in a few weeks and
    for the first time in my life, I had a
    decent house for a home. It was
    the bungalow behind the main
    apartment and it was well
    furnished. It was a pleasant
    environment for the kids even
    though the Deputy Branch
    Manager who is actually Mr.
    Johnson, did not have kids of their
    age (his kids were grown and out
    of home) thus keeping them
    mostly indoors. It was a new
    beginning for the family even
    though Chike did not eventually
    enjoy it as much as the rest of us,
    given that he was soon transferred
    back to Lagos, forcing him to now
    spend the weekdays away but
    usually return on weekends. The
    Johnsons on their part were nice
    people. In fact, I immediately
    found out that they were very
    religious. I was once told by a
    friend who knew them well that
    Mr. Johnson himself was a Deacon
    while the wife headed a religious
    group in their community. This
    was further proven when I began
    finding lots of religious books,
    tracts and leaflets around the
    house. They were absolutely the
    calmest you could find.
    The real looser was me. Chike was
    now a predictable presence and
    how much hurt that did to my
    libido and sexual urge! I have
    come to be a highly sexual woman.
    And even at this point, I still do
    unbelievable thing s to have sex! I
    still read dirty books and watch
    loads of p--n! I involve in sex chats
    every night and would grab a f--k
    anywhere I can find a good one.
    And all these began becoming
    even more evident while I was at
    the Johnsons. In fact, despite how
    much respect and adoration I had
    for Mr. Johnson, I still occasionally
    fantasized about him. While this
    could be called wicked given that
    his wife was also in the same
    compound with us, it was just only
    worse because of the absence of
    my ever-able Chike. Mr. Johnson
    was good to me generally. He
    accepted the wage I requested for
    with no argument. He also offered
    to fund the schooling of my young
    son all through to college and did
    the most by getting me to finish
    schooling myself. In few weeks
    after my arrival I began a part-
    time program that would last for 3
    years and he was funding it right
    from his purse. He was an
    extremely good man and given
    that he was just over 50 and of
    good manners, he easily appeared
    like a father to my family.
    But….that was never going to
    hide one fact. He was a very very
    handsome man! Well built and tall.
    His very light-skin was a fair
    contrast to mine and that of Chike.
    His baritone voice was an ice-
    breaker and his ever intimidating
    aura of confidence was always
    enough to melt any heart. My
    getting to know him was what
    began bringing out my old pride
    and arrogance. Suffering and
    poverty had suppressed this part
    of me causing me to ignore how
    wonderfully beautiful I was made.
    But after a few months with the
    Johnsons, I found myself getting
    as haughty as ever! I would
    address people anyway I liked and
    never batted a lid. But despite all
    these, I still felt my legs weaken
    whenever, I was in contact with
    Mr. Johnson. What I dreaded most
    was looking like it was going to
    happen, deacon or not.

    Episode 5

    My mind was made up on the 13th
    month of my stay at the Johnsons.
    It was quick and unlabored. It was
    a result of a most unfortunate
    accident if you were to look at it
    from ‘a Mr. Johnson probable point
    of view’. However, I am extremely
    delighted that it happened. It was
    on a Friday morning after
    everyone had left home except for
    myself, the driver and Mr.
    Johnson. He usually left work late
    those days as I heard he was being
    considered for the role of the
    Branch Manager. This meant more
    out-of-office meetings. So on that
    very day, he was home as usual.
    Meanwhile I had set things up at
    my apartment for the day and
    reported back to the main house
    to clean up things for the
    morning. I had finished putting
    the bedrooms and the main
    lounge in order when I decided to
    sweep the terraces. It was while I
    was doing this that I saw what I
    probably shouldn’t. It was right at
    the bathroom window. As I
    climbed the toilet chamber right
    at the foot of the window, in order
    to clear up cobwebs that had
    gathered over the roof eave, my
    eyes suddenly looked into the
    bathroom through the open
    window. At first, I quickly looked
    away. But then, I saw myself calm
    down, making less noise in the
    cause. Then gradually stretched
    my neck to peep into the window
    again to confirm what I had seen
    at first and woooow!!!……..was
    that for real?! Mr. Johnson’s c--k
    was right in his hand as he shaved
    the hair all around it! I couldn’t
    believe myself. Well, I also didn’t
    believe the size of the d--k! No one
    would have ever felt that a deacon
    would have a d--k that should be
    over 8 or 9inches long! I never was
    going to believe so before then
    but there he was d--k in hand! It
    was simply a monster and even
    without realizing it, c--t juice
    began running down my thigh! I
    was already wet for Mr. Johnson!
    The way he turned the stout tool
    side to side in a bid to shave off
    hidden hair, wasn’t helping any
    matters. Despite being pretty
    limp, his d--k looked set to
    measure a whooping 6 or 7inches!!
    That was how terrific it looked! I
    was already salivating! And when
    he raised the staff up to shave the
    underside, my left hand found my
    fanny and in one plunge, dipped
    two fingers into my burning p---y
    and began fingering away!! I was
    dying on my knees! It was
    unthinkable!! When I had reached
    cloud 9 and then opened my eyes,
    I realized that he wasn’t there
    anymore. He was gone out of the
    bathroom. How I kept fingering
    until he completely shaved and
    took his bath was a mystery. All I
    knew was that I climbed down
    from the Chamber, sat on it and
    with my face in my lap, I dozed off
    and was only awaken by my kids,
    when they returned from school!!
    That was the moment. That was
    the deciding moment. I told myself
    that I was going to f--k Mr.
    Johnson, no matter what! My
    arguments had always been that
    he had been fair to my family and
    all what not. And those had been a
    weak but rather effective
    constrain for me so far. But not
    after I had seen his d--k! Oh-My-
    Gosh!! You should have seen that!
    There isn’t any way I wouldn’t
    want that beast in my p---y! It
    was going to be an absolute gift!
    Chike’s d--k always appeared to be
    my biggest d--k in the entire
    world, but how Mr. Johnson’s
    dwarfed it terribly! The middle-
    aged man’s own was both thick
    and long! I couldn’t just stop
    thinking about it.

    Episode 6

    I was determined to suck and ride it and
    even though I already knew it was
    going to be one of the most
    difficult tasks in the world, I was
    more than pleased to execute it. In
    fact, I started frequenting his
    bathroom window each time I
    knew he was in there. Just to see
    his d--k again and again and how I
    poured c-m from my p---y for
    mere ogling him. I wasn’t going to
    let him go. I still believed in my
    body. Even though I had just
    turned 32, I still had an amazing
    figure. My a-s was still very round
    and my curvy hips made it even
    more obvious! I was going to use
    this body to get the handsome
    man! I felt bad for Chike but I just
    couldn’t help it. Even if Chike were
    around, it wouldn’t have changed
    a thing. So one can imagine the
    feeling now he isn’t. I was going to
    f--k Mr. Johnson and that was just
    My plan? Simple. My plan was to
    seduce him into accepting me.
    While I know it may sound wicked,
    I just needed to take advantage of
    his softness. He has always
    appeared calm and soft-spoken to
    me and shouldn’t easily cry
    danger if I began to eat into his
    manly-urges. I never cared if his
    wife always satisfied him or not. I
    never did. I was more concerned
    about how my body would
    definitely appeal to him more. My
    large boobs with puffy areolas. My
    wide hips and my always
    deafening a-s! They were the
    weapons and I was going to strike
    with them. So without wasting any
    further time, I set out a period to
    pick up new but old cloths I will
    begin wearing around the main
    house in those odd hours when he
    was usually left at home alone. I
    amended some while reducing
    some to show more body parts. In
    less than two days I was set to
    give my body to Mr. Johnson and if
    not for Chike’s return the following
    day which was a Friday, I had
    already wanted to get going that
    very day. Chike was still my
    sweetheart and the air that I was
    breathing but even as we f----d
    that night, all I imagined was Mr.
    Johnson’s fat big d--k buried
    inside of me. I wish you had seen
    the magnitude of o----m that
    rocked me that night. Chike
    himself was completely stunned!
    Daniela the snobbish arrogant lady was now
    next to being on her knees, just to be f----d!
    It is still something I never thought was
    possible some years ago. Back then, despite
    my obvious extreme libido, I was always very
    happy to see guys beg to even have a chat
    with me. I would ‘post and post’ them
    endlessly but yet refuse to grant them an ear!
    The ones who ever did f--k me, were the ones
    I chose to give my body to – maybe because
    of their size or how good they were with their
    tool. While they were really many, they didn’t
    even make up a one-third of the number that
    couldn’t get a chance with me! I was that hot
    and I am still hot!
    If you are just getting to read my story then,
    you should start from part 1. I am Daniela
    Chucks and I’ve been telling a tale on my
    mingling with the Johnsons. They offered me
    a job of a Housekeeper in their residence and
    even provided my family an apartment within
    the same compound. While you might be
    disappointed at the role, just try
    understanding that it was only back then.
    Some 5 years ago. I am no more a
    housekeeper and I cannot be one anymore. On
    the general, Mr. Johnson who was a very
    handsome but devout Christian and a deacon
    was nice to us and soon we forgot we were
    once strangers to each other. However, an
    (un)fortunate incident happened, and I got to
    see his d--k. A probable 9inch mallet which I
    never stopped pouring c--t juice for! I still
    went ahead to voyeur on him a lot more
    times after that, but soon decided that it
    wasn’t enough and that the solution was
    simply to get to f--k him, come what may! It
    was just too bad he had a wife who also
    stayed in the same house with him, but that
    wasn’t going to stop me! I had already
    concluded my plans, and was now set to
    On the morning of Chike’s return to Lagos, we
    both walked the kids to school before
    returning back to pack up his bags. A part of
    me felt sad that he was leaving but I still felt
    what seemed a greater part, jumping in
    gleeful happiness! Chike was still my
    heartthrob but it was just unfortunate that he
    couldn’t offer me anything close to what Mr.
    Johnson could potentially do! Mr. Johnson’s
    d--k was just putting my world on a halt! I
    needed to have a taste of him, 50 year old or
    not! I was desperate for sure! So when we
    were done packing and set, I put on one of
    my casual tops and a denim pant and walked
    him to the garage which wasn’t very far from
    our place. All the time we walked, I did the
    usual things. I held his hands, hugged him
    countless times and gave him a peck here
    and there. I was going to miss Chika after all.

    Episode 7

    However, once the bus he boarded drove
    away, I found myself rushing back home.
    From a quiet casual stroll to a sudden
    hastened waddle. In fact, I even started
    running at some point, smiling in my head as
    I did! I was going to have a chance with Mr.
    Johnson and how that elated me! He was at
    the main house alone as always and I was
    going to be reporting for morning duties once
    I got home. So when I crashed into my house
    like some flaming rocket, I quickly made for
    my wardrobe where I had hung the skimpy
    cloth I intended to wear that morning. It was
    an old frail white sleeveless gown which I had
    never worn without any cloths underneath
    given it was rather very see-through.
    However, on this occasion, I slipped myself
    into it without hesitation and with no other
    thing underneath except for my red g-string
    panties! I was initially interested in dumping
    the panties all the same but I wasn’t certain
    he wouldn’t feel insecure so soon, if I did. So
    I pulled one on. A red one which was so
    conspicuously elaborate through the sheer
    transparency of the gown. My aim was to
    gradually lure him into me sensually. And
    anything contrary to that was going to be
    undermining! I was to erotically trap him into
    having the heavy urge to touch me. If he
    could be so aroused by me to come on to me,
    then I was through with my plan. This kept
    ringing inside my head as I found a red
    matching slip-on to wear heading to the
    main house in the course.
    After a second thought, I decided to change
    my manner of encounter. I had initially felt I
    could just walk into his bedroom and find a
    reason to remain there with him longer than
    normal, but quickly thought otherwise. Doing
    that will only make him easily suspect I had
    come in to seduce him. If I would succeed in
    luring him to me, then I needed to approach it
    as though that wasn’t my aim. I was barely
    into the thought when a fresh one struck me,
    and that was exactly what I chose to do. So I
    hastened up my steps. I could feel the cold
    morning breeze sweep through my nakedness
    underneath. My heaving boobs were
    obviously aroused already causing my n-----s
    to stand out through the sheer material of the
    gown. I could feel the weight of my wide a-s
    as it flapped from side to side as I took my
    quicker steps! I could feel the moment. My
    body was yearning for this!
    When I eventually got in, I went straight for
    his door. Going by my plan, I needed to ask
    him if I should get his bathwater ready given
    what time it was. I found his door shut which
    meant he was having his routine ‘Quiet-time’
    but given that the plan had to be executed
    precisely, I screamed the question to him from
    outside, ignoring the obvious ill-timing. And
    quite surprisingly, he replied and asked me to
    go ahead. So I went into the bathroom to mix
    his water. I was fortunate it was the old
    system where bathrooms were not attached to
    the bedrooms. If it were now, I still wonder
    how I would have pulled this off. However,
    after working on his heater and getting his
    water set for use, I didn’t come out of the
    bathroom. I remained there. There was a
    ‘dresser’ corner of the bathroom which
    contained a credenza and some sanitary
    objects and were generally curtained away
    from the rest of the bathing area. That was
    where I remained. The little AC hanging on
    the wall, just above the window I usually
    peeped from, kept me cold. My large boobs
    were now pushing out into my gown.
    Everything that made me a woman were now
    so elaborately visible through the transparent
    material! You could even tell the number of
    dots I had on each of my areolas – that was
    how bad it was!
    “Madam Daniela, you don finish?”, he called
    out after several minutes of wait. “Abeg, do
    dish my breakfast for me. Mommy prepared
    fried eggs and yam.”
    I remained silent. I could feel he was very
    close to the bathroom door so I needed not to
    let him know I was in there.
    He started whistling a song as he walked into
    the bathroom. I could tell out his dark
    silhouette through the curtain but was sure
    he couldn’t see me, given where I was
    standing. His shirt was first to go and then
    his shorts as his fat tool quickly sprang into
    full silhouetted-view from his shorts! I felt my
    knees begin to go weak as my p---y began to
    let out the juice. After what seemed like a
    year, I decided to come out from my hiding.
    So I picked up some of the used towels
    dumped in a bowl by my side and with my
    bum, slid my way through the curtain out into
    the open, delivering a very tempting view of
    my a-s.

    Episode 8

    “MY LORD!!!”, screamed a very baffled Mr.
    Johnson!! His hands found his heavy d--k but
    did little to cover it as it still poked out from
    several openings. That thing was huge!
    In response I reacted by quickly dropping the
    towels to the floor and screaming at the top
    of my voice! Doing my best to feign that I was
    equally shocked by the seeming disaster! But
    then, unlike what most people in such
    dilemma would do, I wasn’t in a haste to find
    a way out of the bathroom immediately!
    “I am very sorry sir!!”, I began instead,
    panting in the process but still casting many
    glances at his enormous d--k which was
    almost out in the open again! “I will leave
    now sir! I am sorry! I didn’t know you were
    already in here!”
    “But I called you just as I got to the
    bathroom door”, he was really finding it
    difficult to get hold of the situation
    “I didn’t hear it sir! I am sorry sir! I will be
    leaving right away”, I still wasn’t even moving
    an inch. I was wishing so much that he would
    just climb out of the bathtub and grab me! I
    was longing so much for his d--k again!
    However he didn’t! And once I began seeing
    that my plan was failing, I bent down and
    began packing the towels. I was still hoping
    “Maybe I should begin asking if anyone is in
    here anytime I wish to bath”, he started
    again. He was really a good man. He was
    already thinking he was at fault.
    I didn’t reply him, I only remained bent over,
    with my fat a-s stuck in the air!! I swayed it
    from side to side as I purposely spent a lot
    more time picking the towels. I could imagine
    what view he was getting! Since the gown hug
    my a-s so tightly and my panties weren’t
    visible- being a g-string, I could imagine he
    was seeing my a-s as naked as it could be!
    But despite that, he didn’t move, he remained
    patient and waited for me to pick them all up.
    And even when I delayed the more while
    trying to unlock the bathroom door, he didn’t
    say a thing or make a move. I stole glances
    at his d--k but couldn’t really say he was
    aroused any bit! If not for the fact that while I
    was just walking out of the door, I caught his
    eyes staring at my bum, I would have said
    that I was of no interest to him. A big shame!
    When I got back to my house, I felt like
    crying. I felt so so worthless! Wasn’t I
    beautiful anymore? Isn’t my body what it
    used to be anymore? Wasn’t I as elegant as
    his wife? I heard myself asking a lot of
    questions without an answer. I was
    disappointed and deeply discouraged! It
    suddenly looked like it was never going to
    happen. Mr. Johnson was never going to f--k
    me! He was a devoted church person and
    that was going to hurt my plans. But then,
    how would I just for-go this?! I still wouldn’t
    see the possibility of not touching Mr.
    Johnson’s d--k! Oh my! That d--k meant a lot
    to me! Even the little of it I saw that very
    morning, spelt a new chapter for me! I started
    telling myself that since I had gotten that
    close to the d--k for the first time, I was
    certainly bound to get even closer! So I was
    suddenly in again! I was going to tempt Mr.
    Johnson a second time! I was bound to make
    it work this time, no matter what! Given that
    he would be leaving for wherever soon, it was
    certain it had to be the next day. I was only
    expected to work in the morning hours so the
    following day was just the next ideal time!
    However, Mr. Johnson’s next action was what
    really got me thinking. Later that night, he
    walked into my bedroom. The nature of my
    own apartment meant that we had three
    rooms and external kitchen and bathrooms.
    We used one of the room as a living room
    while the other two were bedrooms – a master
    and that for the kids. So I was in the masters
    bedroom that night seeing a soapie on TV
    when he walked through my open door. I was
    barely decent given that the kids had gone to
    bed, so my boobs were all exposed while the
    little sheet of cloth I had across me, just did
    enough to cover just my crotch. My left thigh
    and the side of my left buttocks were all open
    to the eye. I had turned off the light though
    so was just using the dim TV glow to lit up
    the room.

    Episode 9

    “Madam Daniela, you still dey awake”, he
    suddenly burst in saying.
    I was quickly taken a back and had to lean a
    bit to know who it was only to see his face.
    He had just seen my nakedness too but was
    too embarrassed to react. Eventually, we both
    pretended we didn’t know I was half-nude as
    we tried continuing with the conversation.
    “Sorry o! I didn’t know you were set for bed
    “No problem Oga”, I said, raising myself to sit
    on my mattress, doing little to cover my
    exposed fat boobs though. “You want me to
    do something for house?”
    He chuckled a little and said no. “I just wan
    apologize for this morning. It was a mistake
    and I will be more careful next time”
    I was confounded! I didn’t know what to say
    at first given that I was the one who should
    be apologizing. I managed to speak
    eventually though. “Haba oga! It is not a
    problem o! I should be saying sorry sef! I
    should have known you had entered and
    informed you I was in there”
    He hissed. But unlike what you would expect
    from him at that point, I found his eyes
    looking directly at my exposed boobs! How I
    had wished for this all along!!
    “It is not a problem sir”, I tried continuing,
    with an aim to keep his eyes there
    “Ok oo. I will be going back up”, he was
    already leaving. How I died just then! I wished
    I could just hold unto his hand and ask him
    to stay over the night! How I wished I could
    just tell him that I wanted him to f--k me
    right then! That my boobs which he had been
    looking at, longed for him too! How I wished!
    But I couldn’t.
    “Oya goodnight na. I will see you tomorrow”.
    He was gone but left me thinking. If he
    wasn’t really interested in me, he wouldn’t
    have ogled my boobs the much he did. All he
    needed was another chance. All I needed was
    to give it to him again! I was full of hope.
    My boobs heaved and danced as I dished out
    breakfast for Mr. Johnson, the next morning. I
    waited until everyone had left before I went in
    to do so. I was dressed to kill as expected! I
    had a very short black combat skirt and a red
    camisole top with very tiny hands. The neck
    line was so deep that I always had to return
    my n-----s back into the dress each time I
    bent over for anything! I was seduction in
    motion! When he first met me, he tried acting
    like nothing happened yesterday but yet, I
    could tell how uncomfortable he felt,
    stemming from what I was wearing. He kept
    stealing glances at my spilling boobs and
    generally stuttered with his words. I was
    winning this battle suddenly and how
    reassuring it felt.
    I was meant to serve him breakfast at the
    dining table, but I didn’t do that. Rather, I
    carried his dish of custard and fried plantain
    in a tray into his bedroom. He was reading
    one of his Christian books when I walked in.
    He was actually still in bed but was seating
    and leaning onto his bed-headboard.
    “Oga, here’s your food”, I was hurriedly
    bringing the food to him to reduce the time
    he might have to want to ask me to take it to
    the dining room. In fact, before he could pull
    away his spectacles from his eyes, I had
    already dropped the food on his night-stand
    and pulled it closer to him. However, I didn’t
    exactly hurry over this part, as it was a major
    point in my plan. Leaning over to pull the
    stool got my boobs into attempting to spill
    as expected. And before I could entirely, get
    the stool to his end, my entire b-----s as well
    as my two n-----s were out in the open –
    hanging and swaying from end to end!! Mr.
    Johnson had earlier attempted saying
    something but was abruptly stopped in his
    track by the lewd sinful view before him!

    Episode 10

    “Ehhh…you could hav….” he still tried saying
    but in a stutter!
    From the reflections from the ceramic plates I
    was serving him food with, I could see his
    completely lost-self attentively staring and
    following the many sways of my sprawling
    melons! His head and eyes moved from side
    to side as my boobs did. I still remained
    silent and perfectly pretended as though I
    hadn’t noticed that my b-----s were out on
    my chest and unconcealed!
    After what seemed like several hours, I finally
    stood back up and that was when I acted like
    I was only realizing that my boobs were out
    and everywhere. With a brief utter of the word
    ‘oops!’ I grabbed the shooters and shoved
    them back into my camisole top. Mr.
    Johnson only got to realize himself at that
    very point too and in apparent
    embarrassment, tried returning to his books
    again, without saying a word. I waited for a
    while for the word or any move that could be
    interpreted as a sign to pull off my cloths.
    But both never came and instead we were
    quickly enveloped by a very loud but awful
    silence! He wasn’t going to make a move,
    “Oga, you no go chop now?”, I began
    erratically, determined to push further.
    He didn’t speak but only nodded his head.
    Eyes still fixed to the book.
    I was of course expected to leave now, but
    yet, I couldn’t just come to accept that so I
    remained where I was. I didn’t add another
    word to my last. I just remained rooted to
    where I was while he continued starring into
    his book even though I did doubt seriously,
    he was actually still reading anything from it.
    After about 15 mins, he dropped his book and
    closed his eyes. I still didn’t talk. Instead I
    sat on his reading chair, just across where
    his food was sitting. He suddenly opened his
    eyes again, put aside his book and the
    blanket he had over himself and began
    climbing down from his bed. Still without a
    word. I then got to see that he was wearing a
    pajama-trouser. When he got to the edge,
    just exactly behind the stool that had his
    food, he stopped and began getting set to
    eat. For me, I needed to justify my reason for
    remaining in his bedroom with him. Even
    though his refusal to enquire a reason from
    me was a clear sign that he wanted me there,
    I needed to play better into the game by
    putting up any reason I wished. But before I
    could say a word, he started to talk.
    “Hope you didn’t face any challenges cleaning
    the house this morning madam Daniela?”, he
    had never asked me such a question before,
    and he was looking at his food while doing
    so. I could still feel the ice!
    “Yes sir”, I replied. Glad he was being a bit
    timid. A result of the edge I was driving him
    He continued with his questions which did
    appear very irrelevant and pointless. But I
    tried answering them all. I did later add a
    twist to my seduction when I dropped my legs
    which I had kept crossed all this while, and
    then slowly spread them apart! He stopped
    right in his track when he saw it!
    “You had…a…you had a need…….”,
    he was lost as his eyes couldn’t leave my
    exposed crotch.
    I had white dotted panty on so I was sure he
    must have seen it because he became very
    slow in eating his food. But unfortunately,
    this was all he did all the while we stayed. I
    moved my legs and hip into various angles to
    aid his view, hoping to get a reaction from
    him, but nothing happened. And after several
    minutes that seemed like an hour, he dropped
    the shell! He needed to get set for a meeting!
    That meant I was being asked to leave!

    Episode 11

    At first I felt like saying no and resisting, but I
    remembered all I could stand to lose. I was
    almost going to conclude that the middle-
    aged man was never going to succumb until I
    saw him stand up from his bed. I was packing
    up his plates when he did, and in the closest
    it has ever come, I saw his d--k dangerously
    poking through the light fabric of his pajama
    trousers! It was just a few inches away from
    my face and despite being in his trousers, it
    still looked very huge and defined! I felt like
    stretching a hand and grabbing it or at least
    picking it up with my mouth, but I couldn’t! I
    was suddenly too scared to but even at that, I
    was very pleased to see his d--k erect! He
    was really being pleased by the show I was
    putting up! As I walked out of his room with
    the dirty plates, I amply swirled and tweaked
    my a-s, obviously certain he was watching.
    And I was very happy to give him a third
    Mr. Johnson was soon going to be mine!
    That hard-on! That monstrous-looking stick
    of an erection, was an obvious statement! He
    may be hiding his feeling, emotions and
    desires. And you wouldn’t expect any less
    given that he was a deacon in his church. It
    was always going to be difficult to get into
    his mind, but my determination was
    eventually paying off! And in a very pleasing
    way. His recent erection, which he did little to
    conceal, was a very encouraging sight and it
    explained how much he enjoyed my last
    showing. I was to give him another chance. In
    fact, I was set to given him chances after
    chances until he finally accepts the
    inevitable! I was desperate, yes I knew that,
    but no woman wouldn’t be, after seeing Mr.
    Johnson’s terrific d--k! It was a d--k too
    enormous to imagine!
    My next encounter with Mr. Johnson came as
    soon as the following day. However, it wasn’t
    exactly pre-planned like the previous ones.
    This was so because his wife told me a day
    before that her husband would be leaving very
    early for an appointment on that very day, so
    wouldn’t be around. Therefore, I didn’t exactly
    prepare to do anything with him. But as it
    has become usual with me at those times, I
    was still dressed to kill! I wasn’t doing it to
    impress him at that moment since he was not
    at home, but I had decided to be on
    something very skimpy each time I was in the
    main house. Exactly for him, anyway. So just
    as expected, I was in a rather seductive outfit.
    A white sleeveless polo of very sheer material
    but with no bra underneath and then a dark
    cannery swed skirt that barely got to my
    thighs but managed to conceal my blue lacey
    panties! As expected, he wasn’t home when I
    reported for work that very morning, as he
    had already left for the appointment in
    question. Nonetheless, I began my house-
    cleaning duties as required. I tidied up the
    living room, kitchen and bedrooms but felt a
    peculiar urge to scrub the bathroom and
    toilet floors. So I got my mob ready and
    began scrubbing and soon, got out of both
    and then into the lobby. Discouraging
    enough, there seemed to be some stubborn
    stains on the lobby floor which I found
    difficult dealing with by just the mob stick I
    had. So I decided to handle them with a
    brush which should be more effective when
    used with even more detergent. I got on all
    fours and began scrubbing. As I did, my shirt
    picked up dampness here and there. My
    heavy boobs stretched it further down
    causing it to dip into water occasionally. My
    very short tight skirt, pulled further down too,
    exposing my blue panties and the start of the
    crack of my plum buttocks! I couldn’t really
    help this as trying to adjust it up would
    always result to wetting the skirt too. So I left
    it that way.

    Episode 12

    Funny enough, it wasn’t long before I heard
    footsteps in the hallway. At first I ignored it
    since it was quite feint and unconvincing but
    soon I confirmed that someone had entered
    the house when I noticed the reflections of the
    person on the marble floor I was scrubbing as
    the person got close to the lobby. It was at
    this time that I realized the person was
    actually Mr. Johnson! He instantly halted
    once he got into the lobby. I remember
    wanting to sit up at first, to welcome him but
    for some reasons, I did not do that at all.
    Instead, I pretended I never knew he was
    there. Of course, I was seeing him clearly
    from his many reflections on the marble tiles
    and could candidly observe that he was
    starring at my a-s! Oh! That same a-s of
    mine! The reflections I was getting from the
    ceramic tiled walls, showed that my skirt was
    almost half-way down my buttocks! Leaving
    just the panties which was also a great deal
    down, leaving the man with a sinful view of
    my naked a-s cheeks and the start of the
    crack of my butt! How I enjoyed what I was
    doing! I had him transfixed and he was yet to
    make a sound! My p---y responded by
    sipping thin strands of c--t juice at once. I
    was already roused! So I began to play into
    the experience. As I kept scrubbing, I bent my
    back in, creating a curve in the course but it
    devilishly caused my already wide hips and
    buttocks to stick out even more into the air!
    This exerted more pressure on the panty and
    skirt and in gradual movements, they began
    sliding down the more! Each quick glance at
    the walls, explained to me how far they had
    rode down and by how much I should attempt
    going further! This continued until I began
    fearing that the two pieces of cloth would end
    up collapsing into a heap on my calf. While
    that might seem to be a good thing to my
    greater aim, I was quick to remember that I
    never intended to make him feel insecure. So
    once I realized how risky it was going to be
    going any further down, I stopped exerting
    pressure! But when I looked at the mirror
    again, I realized that my p---y was just a
    whisker away from coming into view!
    Goodness gracious!!
    Mr. Johnson hadn’t said a word yet but his
    d--k had. Before my panties could get half-
    way down my a-s cheeks, his d--k
    conspicuously rose across the length of his
    trouser!! It cut a profound bulge across his
    right leg and it kept pulsating in an attempt
    to break free!! He didn’t make a move but his
    d--k kept doing so! As I caught glimpses of
    this through the reflections on the wall, my
    burning p---y poured more juice into my
    panties. But I wasn’t satisfied. If he wasn’t
    going to grab me and f--k the living daylight
    out of me, I wasn’t set to stop! I was going to
    keep doing this until he reacted!! So without
    any warning, I began to take gradual turning
    circles on the floor as I scrubbed on. In no
    time, I had turned to where he was standing.
    He remained there nonetheless and I felt his
    peering eyes were now greeted with another
    e----c view. He was now seeing my plump fat
    a-s cheeks straight from the curve of my
    back! I could imagine how tempting it
    appeared. But that wasn’t my major concern.
    I was more interested in the next thing I was
    set to do! So without getting to delay him
    much longer, I spontaneously rose from my
    crawl and subsequently knelt. Sitting into my
    calves in the course. As I did, I could feel my
    bare a-s cheeks on my legs. This then
    brought my extremely damp shirt to full view.
    And given how sheer and thin the shirt
    material was as well as my aroused engorged
    boobs with their poking n-----s, he met a wet
    shirt clung onto a heavy set of swollen heavy
    melons! My n-----s were piercing through as
    though they would poke out of the fabric!
    When he saw this, he hissed! He was certainly
    enchanted by what he had seen, but I now
    needed him to do something! So I remained
    the way I knelt, only pretending I was
    wriggling away water from the sheet of cloth I
    had been drying up the floor with.

    Episode 13

    But it suddenly seemed like, the more I
    waited, the more he would only stand and
    stare, so I chose to give him the eye. I hoped
    it would make him see the desire in my eyes
    and then want to respond. However, the
    opposite became the case! And instead of
    doing that, immediately I lifted up my eyes,
    his met mine and in a convulsive jolt, he
    shuddered and in quick pacey steps, briskly
    walked away from the lobby, down the
    corridor and into his bedroom. I had lost
    One thing was certain, a strategy that
    involved having a chance with Mr. Johnson
    just once a day was not working and
    probably would never work. I was quick to
    suspect that for the rest of each day, getting
    to see his wife was enough to discourage him
    from wanting to act on his desires. Our last
    two encounters were enough to explain to me
    that he was already trapped. He wouldn’t
    have an erection if he was not aroused by
    what he saw, talk more of his choice to stand
    and stare for several minutes! My real enemy
    wasn’t Mr. Johnson’s resistance, rather, his
    wife and I needed to place myself in a
    position where I could challenge the woman
    for the man’s attention. This gave me an
    entirely new idea. I was going to find a way of
    moving into the main house. And it didn’t
    take long, before I achieved that.
    I first told them that I wished to be given little
    space in the house where I could be sleeping
    over at night. And on the day I did, the
    answer I got from Mrs. Johnson, was why?
    Mr. Johnson was there with us, but didn’t say
    a word at that point. But I told the wife that
    the area of the roof above our master
    bedroom was leaking and that the other room
    for the kids was seriously overcrowded and
    that it was going to be difficult sharing that
    very room with them. Of course I was telling a
    big lie! After all the roof of my apartment was
    only installed 7months before we packed in.
    But what wouldn’t I do at that point to f--k
    Mr. Johnson?!! Unfortunately though, Mrs.
    Johnson did not seem to buy that so cheaply!
    “Madam D, you can manage the living room
    for now”, she insisted. “We will see that the
    roof is fixed in just 2 days so that you
    wouldn’t feel the stress.”
    “Mosquitoes bite a lot at the living room,
    mother” I was quick to say, Not giving up
    easily. Pleasing enough for me, Mr. Johnson
    intervened at this point unexpectedly,
    although rather suspiciously.
    “Don’t worry honey, let’s just give her the
    guest room for some nights. Once we’ve fixed
    the roof, she can move back into her
    apartment. After all, she is just the one
    affected. The kids aren’t coming with her”
    I was all smiles so I thanked them both and
    was about leaving when Mrs. Johnson
    suddenly began talking about the matter
    “I will get a carpenter tomorrow while
    returning from the office” she said. “If he fixes
    it tomorrow, then you are lucky. you wouldn’t
    have the need to spend your night out of
    But Mr. Johnson interrupted again. And just
    like last time, in a manner that looked very
    ulterior. “Don’t worry about that honey. I will
    get a carpenter myself. You shouldn’t bother”
    I didn’t say a word, rather thanked them
    again and left. My wish was obviously
    granted but the contact told me more than
    just that. It seemed Mr. Johnson had been
    longing to have me in the main house and
    wasn’t going to undermine this latest
    opportunity I had just brought to him. And to
    confirm that, he never contacted a carpenter,
    neither did he even come over to check for a
    leaking roof which was of course, nonexistent.
    I was very pleased at how my plan was being
    executed and I was set to cross to the next
    stage. With little effort…

    Episode 14

    The guest house was where they asked me to
    stay, but that was never going to be if, I was
    to f--k Mr. Johnson on one of those agreed
    nights. Knowing his kind of person, it was
    always going to be impossible for him to
    approach the guestroom on any of those
    nights I would be sleeping there. Never!
    Rather, I would still have to hunt for him
    myself but I wasn’t going to consider going
    into their own bedroom while the wife was
    there, though. No I wouldn’t. I had an entirely
    different plan.
    On that same night I was to sleep at the main
    house for the first time, I made sure I
    attended to my kids before leaving my
    apartment. I gave out some instructions to
    my daughter who was of course now very
    much of age. I asked her to keep an eye on
    her siblings while I was away and that I was
    still within the compound after all. After
    seeing them, I went into my bedroom to dress
    up for the night. I picked up a pink night robe
    I had prepared for that moment. It was
    alarmingly short as expected and if not for a
    pink cotton panty I had underneath, my
    nakedness would have been bare for all to
    see. I tied the belt of the robe around my
    upper-riff and left for the main house. It was
    already 10pm so I quite suspected that they
    had gone to bed. So when I got in, I didn’t
    bother to inform them that I was about using
    the guest room, rather I went straight to the
    room in question. However, unlike agreed,
    instead of getting myself into bed, I just
    picked up the pillows and the duvet on the
    bed and began heading to the living room. On
    getting there, I made myself a very cozy
    sleeping place on the rug at the center of the
    room. I undid my robe but didn’t let it drop
    completely. It remained on my body but my
    boobs were exposed as well as my pink
    panties. I also made sure my legs pointed
    towards the hallway, meaning no one would
    actually walk through without noticing that
    someone was at the living room. I was a
    living desperate trap for Mr. Johnson. And if
    Mrs. Johnson happened to be the game
    instead, then the answer would always be
    that I was asleep and never knew my clothes
    were undone!
    However, just like every effective trap, the
    right game soon began being lured. Barely
    few minutes after I seemed to have fallen
    asleep, I was woken by movements in the
    hallway. I heard a seat slightly screech on the
    floor, causing me to open my eyes, although I
    didn’t exactly begin looking to see who it
    was. I remained calm and in a question of
    minutes, Mr. Johnson came into view. He had
    a glass of water in his hand and appeared to
    be heading back to his bedroom. However, he
    abruptly stopped on sighting my stretched
    legs. My eyes were shut but I made sure they
    were not shut in a manner that stopped me
    from seeing. As Mr. Johnson began climbing
    down the few stairs into the living room,
    definitely in a bid to know who was lying
    there, I observed him descend but of course, I
    wasn’t just going to remain inactive, so I
    gradually began spreading my lying legs
    apart, such that I had my entire panties and
    boobs come into full view as soon as he got
    into the living room. Once again, he suddenly
    halted. He was initially bringing the glass of
    water he had in his hand to his mouth but
    stopped doing so. I watched his face to see if
    I could tell any emotions and yes, it was
    there again that night. Just like the previous
    day. I saw that unmistaken desire and also a
    slight sign of panic. I was to feel that he was
    scared at what could happen next. He
    probably wished he could do more, but he
    remained standing and had his entire gaze
    placed on my panty-covered crotch.

    Episode 15

    When I noticed that he probably wouldn’t do
    more, I made the first move by lifting my
    knees so that he could have a better view. I
    silently cursed my decision to wear panties! I
    just could only imagine what I would have
    presented him at that moment if I had no
    panties. When I raised my knee, he jolted and
    began attempting to walk away, probably
    because he felt I was going to wake up. But
    he relaxed once he realized that I was still
    calm with eyes still closed. He walked back
    and even knelt on the floor, obviously in an
    attempt to get a closer view. He leaned into
    me until his face was just a few inches from
    p---y. He came so close to my crotch that I
    soon began to feel his breathing on my
    p---y, even though I had panties on. My
    p---y then began seeping p---y juice and
    that looked set to wet my panties in few
    After several moments of kneeling and
    staring, Mr. Johnson picked the sofa directly
    opposite me and sat down. He was still very
    close to me and that equally offered me an
    opportunity to see his own crotch. And of
    course, his d--k was already on alert! You
    could see it poking right through the pajamas
    he was wearing, forming a terrible bulge in
    the course. It was driving me really crazy!
    And I begged he could for once act on his
    desires. My slightly opened eyes kept tracking
    the rod as it kept stretching its way into his
    left thigh. It kept doing so until its head
    almost touched his left knee! Even though I
    could only see the bulge it formed, I simply
    couldn’t hold the building c----x anymore so
    in a quick sharp mini-o----m, my juices
    broke free and quietly sprayed my panties.
    Mr. Johnson who was still savoring the view
    must have seen the way my panties
    spontaneously began growing wet because he
    grimaced and in what looked like a probable
    reaction to the tempting way my panties now
    clung unto the folds of my v---a, he plunged
    his hand into his pajamas, pulled out his
    giant d--k and began wanking it!!! I
    spontaneously yanked my eyes wide open,
    startled by what I had seen!! Our eyes met
    but he didn’t say a word, rather continued
    wanking his d--k which was so turgid that I
    could literally count the numerous veins that
    were formed on it!! I licked my upper lip. We
    were apparently going mad and I was more
    than willing to take even more risks! So I
    quickly found the waist band of my panties in
    a bid to pull the moist thing off!! But just as I
    began pulling my panties down, the most
    dreaded of all happened. We heard Mrs.
    Johnson’s voice. She was calling after her
    husband from right inside the lobby! I felt like
    grabbing Mr. Johnson’s hand and begging
    him to at least insert a finger into me, but
    before I could sit up on the rug, he had stood
    and began walking right back to his bedroom
    without saying a word to me. His d--k,
    perfectly returned into his pajamas. The world
    had just collapsed on me, for the 100th time!!
    I woke up by exactly 4:15am. And like you
    would expect, getting back to sleep was
    almost impossible. After rolling around on my
    make-shift bed, I decided it was better to
    return to my apartment. I had a heavy heart
    and I remember contemplating resigning and
    packing out from my apartment that same
    day. My entire plans had come crashing down
    and the ugly part of the entire thing was the
    fact that Mr. Johnson had gone as far as
    revealing his d--k to me by himself! Anybody
    who had been following the story must
    understand quite easily, what that means for
    a man of Mr. Johnson’s mild-manner.
    Coming face to face with me anytime from
    that point should be the most difficult thing
    on earth for him! As well as myself, the
    fortitude to bear the embarrassment of what
    may eventually unfold from any such contacts
    was definitely not there. I was already making
    some calculations in my head and since Chike
    would be returning a day or two from then, it
    was the only reason I felt I could stay in the
    compound any much longer. Morning duties
    were definitely going to wait until the boss
    had left the main house. It was a
    circumstance I was very worried about.

    Episode 16

    It was a little past 11am when I finally heard
    Mr. Johnson’s car drive out of the compound.
    Some hours after I had left the main house,
    one of their sons visited home. I had heard
    before that he stayed in Abuja and was an
    officer in the Navy. Since I had decided that I
    wouldn’t be going into the main house until
    much later, I couldn’t get to meet him in
    person but I managed to catch a glimpse of
    him when I saw him washing his car with the
    gateman few hours after he had arrived. He
    looked more like his mom than Mr. Johnson.
    Anyways, when I heard Mr. Johnson’s car
    drive out, I was of the conclusion that I was
    only going to find his son at home and how
    much of a relief that felt like. So, I changed
    my cloths and got into a checkered red gown.
    It was sleeveless and stopped just an inch or
    two below my knees. The design was rather
    strange though as it had its button-down
    flight, right behind. In other words, you would
    need someone to button you up since you
    cannot get your hands behind your back
    unless, you had any unusual way of doing so.
    I somehow left without panties too. It wasn’t
    intentional though. The one I wore the
    previous night was already drenched in p---y
    juice and needed a wash. So my thought was
    that once I was done with chores, I would
    return, have a shower and then change into
    proper cloths for the day. When I got
    everything fixed, I picked up my cleaning
    equipment and left for the main house.
    When I got in there, it didn’t feel like anybody
    was home at all. In fact, by the time I had
    done two bedrooms and the living room and
    yet heard or saw nobody, I began suspecting
    the son drove out with his dad in his car. So I
    was rightly shocked when I found Mr.
    Johnson on his bed reading a book as soon
    as I walked into his bedroom to clean it up!!
    His son was actually the person who left with
    his dad’s car, after all! I nearly jumped out of
    my skin on seeing him! And the initial feeling
    was to stop right there and turn back!
    Stopping, I did but I could only shut my eyes
    for a while and then open them again. When I
    looked up, he was looking at me too but he
    quickly looked away when our eyes met!
    “Good….morning sir”, I forcefully stuttered!
    “Good morning Daniel”, was his reply. He
    spoke quite in a whisper with his eyes still
    fixed on his book. The book’s title said
    ‘Fighting Temptations’ by Nicholas
    I quietly strolled across his bed and found a
    comer just by his wardrobe to drop my mob
    stick, broom stick and bucket. Unexpectedly,
    my eyes were caught by the mirror hanging
    from one of the doors of the wardrobe and
    was able to see that he had no plans of going
    out, given that no tuxedos were hanging at
    the usual place he normally kept them which
    was right behind me at that point. I made a
    frown and set down to work.
    My first intention was to sweep the room
    clean first before doing a little scrubbing. I
    was going to be very fast about it as I was so
    so nervy in there. Mr. Johnson who I had
    longed so much for, had suddenly become
    some form of plague to my eyes! He still had
    his eyes on the book even as I began
    sweeping – still backing him though. I was so
    concentrated in what I was doing that my
    eyes finding the mirror suddenly, for the
    second time, was a first distraction in several
    minutes. However, when i looked at the mirror
    this time, it wasn’t the non-existent tuxedo of
    Mr. Johnson that caught my attention, but
    rather Mr. Johnson himself. He was explicitly
    staring at my a-s with reckless abandon! He
    was so focused on it that each time I moved
    from one spot to another as a result of my
    chore, his eyes would follow me all the way!
    At first, I chose to totally ignore him despite
    the prominent tingle in my p---y, but as it
    continued for far much longer than I thought
    it would, I saw myself, unconsciously putting
    in effort to present him with more enticing
    unobstructed views of my wide shapely a-s! I
    would make it stick out, sway, tweak and
    even bounce, as I outrageously circled several
    areas of the room in the course of my chores.
    I kept tracking our performance and
    responses using the mirror over the wardrobe
    and my heart felt so delighted when I saw him
    drop his book on ‘fighting temptations’, just
    to have an even increased attention on my
    seductive a-s! Too bad the heralded book
    couldn’t deliver the man from the grips of
    Daniela’s adulterous body!
    A button popped! And another followed! My
    a-s was exerting so much pressure on the
    fabric, causing the buttons behind to go off at
    speed! But I didn’t seem to mind and Mr.
    Johnson didn’t exactly show any notice
    either. In fact, more buttons kept popping off
    until the entire buttons from below my bum
    were completely blown off! My entire thighs
    were now in the open and any further bend
    forward was going to reveal the start of my
    bare a-s, if not my p---y. Mr. Johnson
    suddenly sat up on his bed, and to my
    greatest surprise, still kept his eyes on my
    a-s and even had this expectation,
    bewildering interest and lust written all over
    his face!! This encouraged me so much that I
    found myself doing more filthy things to
    please him. I kept watching him from the
    same mirror, monitoring his response and
    knew what next to do at each reaction. As
    our corporeal game continued, he began
    adjusting to the edge of his bed. It kept
    looking like he wanted to walk up to me, but
    didn’t know how to do so. He got so close to
    the edge that his hard d--k easily came into

    Episode 17

    It was stretching his pajamas so much and
    formed this massive tent there. My seeing
    this, got my p---y dripping at once! Desire
    and lust found their place again in me and I
    began toddling my way towards him. Bent
    and sweeping, and still backing him. He was
    having an unrestricted view of my luscious
    a-s as well as my thick naked thighs.
    However, as though that wasn’t enough, I felt
    my left hand go round to my back and in one
    single snap, undid the only button which has
    hindered my p---y from being seen all this
    while and just like a new movie, my glistening
    moist juicy p---y came into full inspection!
    “Oh….”, he sighed, in response. Quite
    inaudibly, though.
    I pretended as though I never heard it and
    continued to totter my way in backward
    movements towards him. He began stretching
    his neck even further, adjusting his hands as
    though in preparation to grab my hip! I could
    feel several drops of p---y juice dribbling
    their way down my legs as the smell of p---y
    filled the air.
    As soon as I was just an inch or so away
    from his face, he grabbed my hip and in one
    quick dash, buried his entire face into my a-s
    and p---y!! My broom stick fell off my hand.
    “My gwaad!!”, I moaned!! Grabbing his heavy
    d--k in the course, through the fabric of his
    pajamas. It felt so full and thick!
    “Sluch!! Sluch!! Sluch!!…” went his lips and
    wandering tongue as they licked, s----d and
    stabbed their way through my p---y and a-s
    My crotch instantly became a flood of saliva
    and p---y juice! I for my part remained busy
    pulling and tugging unto his d--k! Doing my
    best to rub its swollen head as much as I
    could. I was yet to uncover it, since I wasn’t
    reaching behind as well as I would have liked!
    However, just when the passion seemed to
    have built up so high, I was baffled to see Mr.
    Johnson lift me up and in a single swing,
    perfectly place my juicy round a-s on his
    face! Giving me access to unlock his hidden
    d--k! A thrilling 69 was around the corner!
    And I didn’t waste any further time either,
    because as soon as he got me positioned, I
    undid the knot of his trouser, dipped my hand
    in and pulled out the monstrous 9inch rod!
    Its bubbly head was glistening with pre-c-m
    and in a single swipe, I wiped it off his hole
    with my tongue! His pre-c-m tasted so good!
    And was a quick invite to get down to work! I
    therefore buried the turgid thing inside my
    mouth and despite the challenging size,
    managed to suck the rod with my stretched
    lips! Since I could only get about one-third of
    the entire length into my longing mouth, I
    tried concentrating on the head precisely! I
    swirled my tongue around it and tried
    penetrating the pee-hole with the tip a couple
    of times! He responded to this by pushing his
    d--k more into my mouth, causing me to gag
    on the large meat!
    He was equally doing a great job with my
    p---y! He had spread the outer lips with his
    fingers, giving him better room to bury his
    entire tongue into my c--t hole! He was
    driving me crazy! I was left wondering how a
    devout church-person like him could be this
    good with p---y-munching! Maybe he eats
    his wife’s too, was the only reasonable
    explanation I could give. He was so good that
    I began riding his mouth like some d--k,
    pouring loads and loads of juice into his face
    as a result! He was simply an expert! And
    when we both felt we had had enough of the
    69, we easily changed position with little
    explanations. I went on all fours, right on the
    bed, and he got onto his knees.

    Episode 18

    Then in one single blow, his big d--k found its
    way into my dripping p---y, stretching my
    walls to the extreme! My mouth were forced
    open, but no words came out! He began
    banging me with no forgiveness!
    “Please tell me!!”, I heard myself scream out
    to him!
    “You will never attempt seducing a married
    man again after today!!” he yelled in
    response, driving his pulsating c--k balls-
    deep into my soaking p---y!!
    “Oh!…please discipline me daddy!”, I said.
    Loving the way he sounded
    “You had wanted my d--k all this while, I will
    show you the harm it can cause you!”, he was
    massaging one of boobs as he said so! He
    was surprising me with his profanity but how
    I longed for that harm he talked about. My
    p---y was on fire and my juices were flowing
    freely down my thick thighs!
    “Don’t stop daddy, f--k me harder!”
    He was banging me with all his strength and
    might and even before I knew what was
    happening, he had flipped me over, and got
    on top, penetrating me with such speed that I
    saw stars with my bare eyes! His rapidity,
    was shocking for his age! And the attention
    he was giving to details was non I had seen
    before. His strokes were purposeful, triggering
    the right areas of my p---y. The way he
    s----d and played with my gyrating boobs,
    were especially thrilling! I only had to simply
    place both my legs on his hard buttocks as
    he drilled home his long strokes!
    After what seemed like ages, he began pulling
    out his glistening wet d--k and with a pop, it
    found its way out of my drenched p---y! He
    dropped down low, and engaged his mouth
    again. Sucking on my c--t with renewed
    vigour. He inserted a finger as he did,
    causing my body to respond with timely
    humps of my hip on his finger and face. He
    was really a great lover and that ‘churchous’
    side of him was never going to let you
    suspect it. In fact, he further astounded me
    with this newly unveiled ‘dirtiness’, when his
    right thumb found my a-----e. Before I could
    completely process in my head if it was
    intentional or not, he had inserted the thumb
    and began f-----g my a-----e with it! I was
    soon begging for his big d--k in there!
    “Are you sure?”, he asked, grinning
    I was too carried away to speak, so I simply
    gave a nod.
    He smiled again. And then bent back down
    again and began eating my a-----e, probably
    in a bid to prepare it for what was about to
    come. Having received Chike’s similarly thick
    d--k in there, I wasn’t that worried if I could
    take Mr. Johnson’s. I was only bothered
    about his length and that was that. Luckily
    enough, my fears were made of little value
    because, he eventually lubricated my a-----e
    with adequate saliva and then gradually
    poked the thing into it! The pain was there as
    it moved in, put abruptly stopped once it slid
    in. I felt this expansion and then we were
    settled. He grinned into my ears again and
    told me my a-s tasted nice, to which I said a
    big thanks. Then he began f-----g me again.
    Initially in gradual strokes but soon,
    graduating into very quick long strokes! I
    moaned like I had never done before, clawing
    his back and kissing him with so much
    intensity. Our sweats kept rubbing into both
    our skins and his scent was all over the
    place, dominant and extremely arousing. He
    s----d my tongue and rubbed my rubbery
    n-----s as his d--k slid in and out of my a-s
    at will. My p---y was pouring juice in loads
    and the sheets were being covered in a
    mixture of sweet smelling bodily fluids.
    He was first to announce to me that he was
    about to c-m as I had c-m over 4 times
    before! He was still f-----g my a-s in brazen
    rapidity while I whimpered and whined! I did
    feel his over-sized d--k swell, stretching my
    rectum further apart. And just after he told
    me he was going to c-m, to which I told him
    to c-m into my mouth, he pulled his meat
    out of my gapping a-----e and brought it to
    my mouth. The smell of my rectum covered
    my nose and an instant urge to shove the
    black member into my waiting yearning
    mouth, overwhelmed me! However, Mr.
    Johnson placed its tip on my lower lip and in
    quick snappy shots, poured his milky sticky
    c-m into my throat! It rushed in, spouts after
    spouts! Rope after rope and in an instant,
    filled my mouth and began dripping down my
    face and neck. Yet he wasn’t done! He kept
    shooting, kneading the head as he did while I
    squeezed his balls! I began swallowing as
    they poured in, gagging in his c-m! He
    seemed to love this because he began
    beaming and just as the final drips of his
    seed sipped out, he dropped his heavy staff
    on my mouth. It was an amazing experience!
    When I had done swallowing, he bent and
    kissed me in the mouth, mixing his saliva
    with his c-m. This drove me so crazy, that
    when he tried turning back to leave, I pulled
    his hand again. And then grabbed his
    partially erect d--k! Despite looking very
    surprised, he obliged and began coming
    close. So I stood and then pushed him into
    the bed. I bent low, and began blowing his
    d--k again! The remains of his c-m which was
    in my mouth, were smeared on the entire
    length of his d--k as I s----d him frantically!
    He held my hair together while the other hand
    pulled my n-----s. He was aroused in
    seconds and ready to go again. I was so
    pleased as that isn’t common for men of his
    age! So without wasting further time, I
    mounted him and in calculated movements,
    inserted his boner into my p---y. We began
    our music all over again, but now in cowgirl
    position. I rode him with passion and purpose
    and he encouraged me by fondling my
    b-----s! He seemed to be prepared to allow
    me be in control, so I did my best to satisfy
    him the much I could. I tweaked and swirled
    on his d--k which still remained stiff for the
    full course of our romp!
    After about 10 minutes, I sensed my o----m
    build again. The fifth of that morning! It
    began deep down below but gradually rose to
    the outside. Luckily, he too was at the eve of
    blowing his a second time so, in one eruptive
    blast, we both exploded into each other! He
    still had a lot of c-m to spray and I felt it
    travel up into my womb! How joyful that
    made me! Myself, on the other hand, poured
    mine on all over his loin and entire laps. It
    was really a spectacle and the sensation I got
    as the thick load sipped out of my p---y was
    “We are going another round oga!” I heard
    myself declare suddenly
    “Huh?…” he questioned in utter wonder and
    I nodded my head severally, bringing one of
    my fingers to my lip in apparent shyness
    “Not now honey. Much later. We will have
    another tonight”
    I feigned a frown and tried protesting but he
    smiled and hugged me for a kiss.
    “My son will soon be back. Let us leave the
    rest for tonight, okay?”
    I nodded again and began packing up my
    littered cloths and cleaning brooms.
    He fulfilled his promise exactly as he made it
    though and did come unto me later that same
    night. We actually f----d in the bathroom
    and spent over half an hour before he
    returned to his wife in bed. This soon became
    a routine and we would f--k anytime we
    found ourselves alone at home! He was
    equally some kind of freak too, just like
    myself and it balanced out real good! I would
    have loved to share several other f--k
    episodes I had with Mr. Johnson with you,
    but for the space and time! I promise to tell
    you more some other day as there are so
    many things that come out of the Johnson
    household, you know. After all, even as I
    write, Mr. Johnson’s third son’s c-m from our
    last f--k has only just begun drying on my
    lap. You never know who’s next with the
    ***The End***

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