Story: The Secretary

Faith, the secretary was usually the last to leave the office every day. She has to clear up after her boss, Mr Audu and often leaves an hour after he did.

On Fridays, she stayed even longer because her boyfriend comes over to keep her company. She enjoyed this time with Iyke because they get to have some really naughty times together.

They F**.Cked on every surface in the office, including Mr Audu’s desk which was a favourite. Faith especially loved the extra kinkiness that comes with F**.Cking on her boss’ desk.

All through the next workday, she watched Mr Audu working on his desk and enjoyed
the thrill of knowing her ass has been and Pu.$$y has been rubbed all kinds of
ways on the surface.

One Friday, Iyke came over at about 6pm as always, but this time, he brought some
booze. They had their usual fun and things got even crazier as they F**.Cked
under the influence. Faith suggested that she get F**.Cked on her boss’ table and
Iyke obliged.

He laid her on the desk, clambered over her and F**.Cked her tight cunt until she came.
It was certainly a fun experience.

Iyke and Faith attempted to clean up after their tryst, but under the haze of alcohol

and amazing S3@.x:’, Faith forgot her panties underneath Mr Audu’s table.

On Monday, Mr Audu arrived at the office earlier than Faith. He needed a few documents before he set out for an important meeting at 8am. He was trying to get all his papers together when he felt his foot catch on to something. He looked down to find a red thong.

‘Where the hell is this from?’ he muttered to himself. Since it was so early and the cleaning lady had not arrived, he was at the office alone, causing him to come to the conclusion that the pair of panties must have come from the Friday before. Mr Audu knew what to do.

The next morning he arrived at the office early, and with a couple of engineers to install secret cameras all over the office.

Every day that week,as soon as he got to the office, he looked through the recorded tape from the previous evening. Throughout the week, he did not find anything interesting.

He was starting to believe he would never solve the mystery of the red thong, until Monday morning.

As usual, Mr Audu came in at 7am. He was looking through the tape distractedly while checking a few emails when something caught his attention.

His secretary, Faith, stumbled into the office in the arms of a young man. The man bent Faith over and with her holding on to the table, this guy shoved his C@.ck deeply into her cunt from behind.

Mr Audu gasped as he watched Faith get F**.Cked over and over again like some S3@.x:’-crazed whore. He watched as she moaned and screamed in pleasure. He watched as her Pu.$$y kept dripping with Pu.$$y juice and the way she jiggled her ass and F**.Cked the man back.

As Mr Audu watched, he was very aware of his own d.!ck jerking against his trousers. He kept replaying the tape again and again. On the fourth play, he locked his office door, took off his trousers and began to stroke his C@.ck…

Four weeks later, Faith was on her desk one afternoon when the cleaning lady, Blessing, came to sit by her.

“You will not believe what Oga did,” she asked Faith.

“You too like to gossip, wetin Oga do now?” Faith responded, nudging Blessing playfully.

“I dey clean oga’s office, and as I climb up to comot cobweb, naim I see say Oga don put camera for there.”

Faith’s palm started getting sweaty as her brain worked in overdrive. How long had the camera’s been there? Had Mr Audu found out about her naughty trysts with Iyke?

“…why oga go they tape wetin they happen for im own office?” Blessing was still talking, oblivious to the fact that Faith was a thousand miles away.

She excused herself to go to the restroom. She wondered how she would handle this. She was unsure whether to bring it up with him or just ignore. For days, she kept worrying about whether or not Mr Audu would speak with her on the issue.

The next Monday morning, Mr Audu called Faith into the office. As she entered, he scanned her face curiously. He was prepared to jerk off as usual to his whore secretary getting F**.Cked in his office but there was nothing on the tape.

Faith stood uncomfortably, wondering why Mr Audu was looking at her that way when he said, “So your boyfriend did not come on Friday?”

Faith’s heart dropped. Here it was. The part where she gets fired. She put her head down and mumbled, “I am so sorry, sir.”

“No need to be sorry.” He stood up and walked to the opposite end of his table where Faith was standing. “I have watched you for weeks now, parading your N@kkd ass for me and rubbing your wet cunt all over my table.” As he came towards her, he reached out his hand and slowly slipped it underneath her skirt.

He brought up the hand and let it rest on her Pu.$$y, through her panties. Faith attempted to push his hand away.

“Why are you playing coy. You have spent the last few weeks showing this to me and
now you do not want me to touch? Are you a tease, Faith?” He asked, while sliding his finger between the line of her Pu.$$y.

“I am sorry sir, P..please, I did not know…” Faith started to explain. Hoping Mr Audu would stop touching her.

“Okay, on one condition, I want to see your Pu.$$y again. I was hoping to this morning, but you deprived me.” Mr Audu said, taking his hand off her.

Faith had no other choice. Hoping this was enough, she removed her skirt and panties and stood waiting.

Mr Audu’s breathing started to get heavier as he saw the Pu.$$y he had been masturbating to for weeks now. He reached out to touch her again, but this time, he slid his index finger slowly into her cunt.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded. Faith gently did that and Mr Audu began slipping his finger in and out of her until his finger was coated with her wetness.

“You are wet,” he said, “You like this, right?”

Faith did not know what to say. She really did not want to like what he was doing but the man had great fingering skills. He slid his finger in her again and she could
not control herself. She began grinding her Pu.$$y against his finger as he F**.Cked.

He then ordered her to hold on to the desk as his hardness was getting out of control. She did as he said. Her body and her Pu.$$y had betrayed her for all she wanted now was for a d.!ck, any d.!ck, to slide into her wet Pu.$$y.

Mr Audu obliged as he unzipped, brought out his d.!ck and drove hard into his secretary’s Pu.$$y. Faith moaned as his C@.ck drove deep in and out of her. She moved her ass to meet his thrust like she did for her boyfriend.

Mr Audu was much bigger, so much so that when it reached deep inside of her, she was feeling him hit her cervix.

She loved this and craved more. She had never had a d.!ck so big and she was glad for the way his d.!ck gloriously filled her tight cunt.

He groaned and threw his head back as he entered her tight Pu.$$y deeply again and again. Each time he withdrew, he watched as his C@.ck was covered in her wetness.

He thrusted into her harder and harder as he felt her quiver with lust. Finally, with one deep thrust, his throbbing C@.ck gave a jerk and he was soon shooting his cum straight into her cunt.

After withdrawing his d.!ck, he said to her, “You can go now.”

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Story: My neighbour’s wife

Mike was my neighbour and Amaka was his wife.

Mike was a workaholic who travelled a lot and my wife had left me three years ago. Since then, Amaka and I had gotten very close.

At first, she was always making me meals and bringing to my apartment. I believed she felt pity for me since my wife left and she assumed I would be missing a chance to enjoy great home-cooked meals.

In addition, Mike was almost never available to enjoy the fruit of Amaka’s labour in the kitchen. Whenever he was home, he would leave very early in the morning and not have breakfast only to return late in the night and not eat dinner.

Amaka’s kitchen skills were going to waste, so she would make food and bring them over. She was a fantastic cook and I looked forward to when she brought over my meals.

We would chat while I eat, then she would take the plates back. I got to know Amaka well during these times.

I found out that she was lonely and missed having a man. Her husband was not very affectionate and they hardly ever made love.

She was often close to tears when she described to me how lonely she was. One night, we were both on my couch after her meal when she said to me,

“I think your wife is an idiot to leave you. You’re a warm, affectionate kind of guy who takes care of his woman. I wish Mike was more like you.”

I took this to mean she was flirting with me. I welcomed it because I had always found Amaka really beautiful.

Her hair was always in a neat braid and her eyes were expressive. She hardly ever wore makeup but she had gorgeous facial features.

She often wore long-sleeved blouse when she came over, but I could tell she was endowed. Her B@.0bs strained against the tight top she wore.

She also often wore shorts when she came over so I had spent many evenings lusting after her beautiful legs.

“I have no clue how a man will have a wife as beautiful as you and yet will not make love to her,” I said after drinking in her beauty again.

She leant close to me and our lips met. My heart started to pound and I started to tremble. I could tell she was feeling it too.

I laid her on her back and just kept kissing her. I reached out gently and rubbed my open palm across her left bre@.$t.

I could feel her tense it under my fingers. I began to gently massage it through her clothing.

I kissed her neck, her ears her eyes, her nose, her cheek and her mouth. I kept massaging her bre@.$ts. On and on. Very slowly building her passion.

I wanted more. I lifted her blouse over her head and revealed her lace-trimmed bra, which covered those exquisite bre@.$ts.

I moved my mouth over her bre@.$ts. Nibbling and sucking at her N!.pplss through the material until the front of the bra was wet.

I could see the faint outline of the dark areola through the wet material. Her N!.pplss were fully erect.

I pushed her bra up and out of the way to reveal those fabulous B@.0bs. We kissed again. Deeply.

As the kiss ended I trailed my mouth across her chest to her left bre@.$t and began sucking on it. She moaned softly.

Ever so softly I sucked the N!.ppls into my mouth and gently put pressure on its base with my teeth and while sucking raked my teeth gently up its length.

“Oh god!” she moaned. I moved to her right bre@.$t and did the same thing, with the same result. “Don’t stop,” she moaned again.

We kissed and fondled and sucked for a few more minutes. Amaka was getting more turned on by the second – and I wasn’t far behind.

I reached down to the front of her short and rubbed her crotch through the material. She clamped her legs around my hand and squeezed.

I rubbed harder. She began to gently buck against my hand. Her crotch began to get damp right through the jeans. God this woman was horny!

I undid her shorts, pulled down the zipper and slipped my hand in. Her panties were soaked. I pushed the crotch of her panties into her slit and rubbed my hand up and down its length.

She crossed her ankles and tightened her upper leg muscles and it was like my hand was in a vice. Trapped in her Pu.$$y.

I could feel her quivering and knew she was having the first of many org@.$ms that night.

 quickly removed my own jeans and boxers, revealing my hard and horny C@.ck.

I slid into her nice and slow, savouring the moment and the sensation. It was like pushing your C@.ck into warm honey.

She gasped and arched her back. I began to move inside her slowly, getting control. I didn’t want to cum too soon.

I kept kissing her and she kissed me back with a passion I’d never known. It was like a hunger that could never be sated – for both of us.

I was F**.Cking harder now, harder and faster and harder. The only sounds were those of our heaving gasps for breath, moans, grunts and the steady slap, slap, slap as our bodies pounded into each other.

I was F**.Cking so hard and deep into her I could feel the lips of her uterus slip around the end of my C@.ck. I was F**.Cking her for all I was worth.

I could feel my own org@.$m building now. My balls were contracting, my d.!ck was feeling full.

I tried to hold on and tighten my C@.ck muscles. I only wanted to F**.Ck her harder and for longer but my C@.ck was swelling even more. It felt like it would burst.

The release was intense. She cummed, screaming, and I cummed bellowing like an animal. The org@.$m is intense. I’m shooting bursts of cum into her over and over.

My C@.ck keeps spasming long after I stop coming. We both stay locked in an embrace, resting and catching our breath.

“I love you,” Amaka said. “I wish I had met you before meeting Mike.”

“I feel the same way too,” I replied.

We laid in silence for a couple more minutes until I began to feel my d.!ck hardening again.

“Let’s go continue this in the bedroom,” I suggested.

“Okay.”

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