Written By Vixen Banks

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

I knew what was coming. I could already see that his cock was getting ready again, I had just sucked him off and swallowed his huge load of cum but his cock was already half turgid once more. He was the type of man who could come many times. Exactly the kind of man I like, so I quickly stood up and began stripping out of my clothes. I saw his eyes almost bulge out as he looked at my large boobs which had been hidden by the loose kaftan I was wearing.

“No, don’t remove your Hijab’’ He commanded as I made to take off my head covering ‘’I have been fantasizing about fucking a woman clad in hijab for a very long time’’ he said as he looked at my exposed lush body. I am not fat just curvy in all the right places and not to sound vain, I know that I have got a beautiful body.

“Beautiful,” he said. “I almost didn’t believe the pictures of them.”

My pussy grew warm under his admiring stare as I remembered that I had been made to send nude pictures to this man. I felt a subconscious shame from deep within me but at the same time I felt flushes as I peeled off my only item of clothing remaining, a flimsy panties that was just a piece of gauze, I had followed my pimp’s instructions to the letter.

By the time I finished undressing and stood in front of him in nothing more than my white hijab, I saw that his cock was nodding hard again, with pre-cum covering the tip.

“Baby!” he gasped. As he moved closer to me and placed my hands on his cock. I touched his cock and felt it jump underneath my fingers. I shivered as his hand went up the back of my thighs and touched my full buttocks.

“I want to put my tongue in your cunt,” he said.

“Oh yes,” I said. “I want that, too.”

He drew me closer and I felt his hot tongue touching my thighs. I quickly spread my thighs farther apart and bent a little backward. I opened up the pink lips of my already dripping cunt to his tongue. I had come to relish being eaten, Ibrahim’s pimping me out has opened my eyes to a lot of sexual pleasure that I did not know existed. Even if I could not practice my growing sluttiness with Alhaji my husband, I had lots of ready customers who were ready to take me to heights hitherto unknown sexually.

His tongue flickered on my clit and swiped to my cunt hole licked away the  juices already pooling there and then his tongue slipped up inside me.

“Oooooh,” I gasped. “That feels good. That feels so nice!”

His tongue touched my clit and made a spasm of excitement shake my body. He used his tongue and lips on my clit until she was weak with desire, screaming wantonly as I held his head tightly and clamped it to my gripping pussy with my thighs in a vice. He pried his head lose of my strangle hold and then shoved two fingers inside my pussy hole, finger fucking me rapidly with them even as his tongue continued to suck on my stiff clit, causing me to scream as my orgasm exploded through my body. The man kept sucking and sucking all the juices my body was producing even as I was bucking up and down and would have fallen off the bed if not for his hands that held my thighs tightly. My climax gradually slowed down and I was released, I could now see the world but I wanted more.

“I can’t stand it any more,” I moaned. “I need your cock. I want a big cock inside me.” as I writhe from side to side.

“Sure, baby,” he said.

He stood up and took a condom from the bedside drawer, rolled it on his turgid cock and climbed on top of me. He entered into me quickly, exactly what I wanted, his big cock sliding smoothly into my hot wet hole. His hands went underneath my ass and he began to squeeze me in rhythm to his deep strokes.

“Oh oh oh oh oh,” I screamed. “I need that. I needed it so bad!”

That was all the cue he needed as he began to fuck me savagely.

“Lift your legs,” he said.

I knew what he wanted and I quickly lifted my long thick legs and wrapped them around his buttocks. He wasn’t satisfied with that and he withdrew his cock.

“No,” I begged. “Don’t stop. I need your cock inside me.”

“I’m not stopping, baby,” he said. Kneeling between my wide open thighs as he took my legs and pushed them up above my head. I had never been in that position before. It was both degrading and exciting, but I welcomed and loved it. I had grown so depraved within the last eight months or so that I was willing, very willing to try and do anything that would give me sexual satisfaction.

His finger traced the outline of my swollen pussy lips.

“Damn!!!!,” he said. “You’ve got a beautiful cunt, puffy and well used.”

“Then fuck it,” I begged him, totally losing all control or dignity I was supposed to have. My pussy was itching seriously and the only thing that could cure the itch was a cock. I needed that fuck as if it was the last breath I would draw.  “Put your big cock back in me, please” I pleaded in lust.

He positioned himself again at the entrance of my cunt and I felt that wonderful hard cock sliding back into my warm insides. He went deeper than before. He felt as if he were going to come out my mouth. I rocked back and forth as he went into me as far as he could go.

“Hnnnnhgggggg,” I moaned incoherently. “Oh, that feels so good. So deep!”

Once more he began to drive his pulsating cock savagely into my cunt. I could hear the soft sounds his balls made as the twin sacs slammed against my ass. my cunt tightened against his cock in hot excitement, my awakened cunt muscles gripped and massaged his cock causing him to groan and slam into me harder and faster. It felt like his cock would burst an organ due to the intensity and speed with which he was slamming into my depth.

“Ohohhhhhhhh,” I moaned. “I can’t hold back. IT FEELS SO GOODDDDDDD!” as my pussy convulsed and I felt the build up from deep inside my body reach a crescendo that I could not hold on to. Like a vice my pussy tightened and gripped his cock and then my orgasm exploded and I saw stars as cum gushed out of my pussy to bath his cock.

‘’Whoreeeeeeeeeeee’’ I heard him scream from afar off ‘’take it slut, take it, take my cum’’ he grunted and panted with his thrusts increasing in hardness as he slammed ferociously into me one last time and spilled his load causing me to cum again as my pussy tried to milk him dry of all the cum he had in his sac. Then he fell on top of me gasping and panting as he let go of my legs. I was panting too.

A few minutes later he rolled off me and in a jiffy was sound asleep. I lay there looking at the ceiling and then between my still spread legs to see my puffy red pussy lips from the pounding it had received slowly closing up. My life flashed through my eyes. But before I could dwell on it, my customer woke up, climbed on top of me again and sucked on my boobs for about thirty minutes, and then dragged me to the bathroom where we had a shower together after giving him a blow job still in my hijab. My pussy tingled as I worked his cock again but he was too spent to get it up and said he had to go.

‘’I’ve never fucked a sophisticated lady like you before and I must say that you’re  a very good fuck. I hope to see you again. I will make the arrangements with Ibrahim, here’s a tip’’. So saying he threw a wad of bills on the table and left the hotel room. I looked at the bills and estimated shrewdly that it couldn’t be more than fifty thousand naira. I smiled.

In my own rights, I am a millionaire, apart from the fact that I am married to a very rich business man and have businesses of my own both here in Nigeria and in Oman. I didn’t need the paltry sum the man whose name I didn’t know but had just fucked me and I had sucked his cum down my throat threw on the table. I could buy him and his wealth ten times over. But I was a whore, a pimped out housewife who had been entrapped by a pimp and who now has no choice but to be a whore for all and anyone Ibrahim wants me to fuck.

But I’m loving my new life as his whore! I am a lady in her late twenties with two kids. I got married quite early actually, in my teens. I had my children before I was twenty, then my husband asked me to go back to school as I was in SS2 when my parents married me off to him and as a good Hausa girl, I had to agree. My husband is older than me with almost fifteen years and has a first wife. However, she is based in the states with her children as that is where most of my husband’s business are.

He decided to marry another wife when he decided to go into politics in Nigeria. The politics thing didn’t work out as well as he had expected but he had transferred a few of his businesses here and so spends like half the year in Nigeria. It wasn’t that I lacked his attention or anything, just that fate dealt me a cruel hand.

My husband had deflowered me and satisfied me sexually as best he could. I didn’t know I was missing anything as there was no other experience to compare with. After having my second child, my husband decided that I should go back to school and so I had to write SSCE and UTME. Fortunately, I came out with flying colours in both as I had been a brilliant student before I was pulled out of school. My second child, a girl, was just past three years of age when I gained admission to the university to study economics. It was my husband’s choice as he wanted me to be handling some of his business interests. It was in the university that I met Ibrahim during my second year. He had transferred to Economics from another faculty and I liked him the moment I set eyes on him. The feeling was mutual because he started sitting close to me in class to assist. But it was common knowledge to everyone in our department that I was a married woman. There wasn’t any outside meet ups as my husband’s driver would drive me to school and wait until the end of lectures to take me home. But we liked each other.

This continued till our final year when I had to come to school one day to read for my final exams as my elder wife was around with her four kids and the house was too noisy for me to read. So Alhaji told the driver to take me to school and bring me back later. Because it was exams period, a lot of the smaller classrooms were empty and the students were either reading in their hostels or the library.

I wasn’t a library person, so I got me a secluded corner in one of the small classroom and was busy reading when Ibrahim came inside and sat beside me. The only other person in the classroom was sitting in the front. We were sitting so close together that I could feel the heat from his body and the scent of his cologne made me giddy with desire that i dint know i had in me. Soon I felt his hands on my thigh and I could do nothing. I wanted the touch. Before I knew what was happening, Ibrahim had slide my kaftan up and his hand was on my bare thigh, while his other hand rubbed my nipple through the material of the dress. He kept this up for over thirty minutes until the only other person in the classroom got up and left, leaving me alone with him.

I looked up and looked into his eyes and that was all the invitation he needed as he crushed his lips to mine in a hard kiss that went on and on and on, leaving me breathless and panting when we finally pulled apart. Then he slide the hand that was already on my thigh into my crotch and pushed aside my panty, sliding one, then two fingers inside my steaming hot pussy! feelings I never knew existed flowed through my body.

It felt like an electric current had been passed from the inside of my pussy to my entire body and I was shaking and moaning and my moans grew louder and louder as he finger fucked me. Then he bent his head and placed his lips on mine again to stifle the moans which had grown to a loud crescendo from escaping my lips. I was in another world, I couldn’t explain or describe the feeling. I only knew it was sweeter than anything Alhaji had ever done to me.

A still sane part of me whispered that I was committing adultery, that I would be stoned to death if caught. But another side, which finally dominated, kept asking me if I didn’t like the feeling, if I wanted it to stop. If I was content to go through life not to know this feeling, not to keep experiencing it?

That wanton part won as I let go, not caring if anyone came in and saw us. Fluid was pouring out of my pussy in gallons as Ibrahim shoved his fingers ever deeper inside my pussy and rubbed it back and forth and also circular. Then a giant wave washed over me and it felt as if I had died and gone to paradise. It had never ever been like that with Alhaji! Never ever!

I screamed but no sound came out as my eyes rolled over in my head and I lost consciousness. Then I opened my eyes a few minutes later to feel Ibrahim maneuvering me to sit on his laps, his cock was already out and stand erect.

Furtively, he positioned me on his bare hard cock and placing his hands on my waist, moved me up and down, up and down. His cock entering my raw pussy felt like a hot rod impaling me. Soon, without even thinking consciously about it, I started moving on Ibrahim’s cock of my own volition. We were both so carried away that if anyone had come into that classroom at that time, we would have been caught red handed.

Fortunately nobody came and Ibrahim too must have been well aroused by his ministrations on my pussy because in a short while but still much longer than my husband takes, he was pumping his sperm deep inside my pussy and my pussy was clenching and unclenching on his cock as I came too.

Then realisation came crashing down on me and I quickly got off him, adjusted my panties as another man’s sperm swarm in my pussy and the excess flowed out my cunt lips to tickle down my thigh. I felt so ashamed of what I had just done.

Ibrahim tried to hold my hand as I packed my books but I pushed him away and ran out the door to the toilet to try and wash the feel of my unfaithfulness out of my cunt. But each time my fingers touched my pussy lips, my body would give a shudder and I would remember the feel of Ibrahim’s fingers deep inside of me.

To cut a long story short, I avoided Ibrahim after that till we graduated and went our separate ways. I never cheated on my husband again after that but at the same time I never forgot the feel of Ibrahim’s fingers and cock inside of me. In fact several times with Alhaji I would close my eyes and imagine it was Ibrahim fucking me. Things were like that until eight months ago, about two years after graduation, when I met Ibrahim again, or do I say my waterloo.

Vixen blogs at http://missyerotica.blogspot.com.ng/

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