I escorted my apprentice out of the house, and this time, Alhaji put more effort into pretending not to check her out. Whether he did or not, he had questions to answer when I returned; Fawaz did the same when Alhaji finally left.
But for now, I got myself some sort of comfort by walking behind my apprentice for one reason only: checking her ass out. With every step that she took, her asscheeks seem to bubble nonstop, and they enticed me.
Maybe I should not even blame Alhaji because even I, a woman, was marvelling at this ass. Funny enough, I have known Dara for quite some time, and I have never been interested in women, even though Ruka had hit on me from time to time and I always turned her down.
But I understand that this newfound attention for Dara’s body was coming from the things that happened over at Alhaji’s place and that built on what Ruka had started with me the days before I was over at Alhaji’s place.
I watched Dara stop a bike-man and climb on. She thanked me before he zoomed off with her, and now I finally returned to the house. I had expected to meet Alhaji in the sitting room, but he was not there. He must be in my room then.
Walking by Fawaz’s room, his door was slightly open, and to be honest, I had to fight the temptation to walk in there and confront him but then, that could put me in some trouble.
So, I walked right past it to my room with the intention of gaslighting my old man. When I walked in, he was there on the bed, clad in only his boxers and scrolling on his phone. I hissed and locked the door behind me before walking to my favourite spot in the room – the front of my mirror, where I fully undressed.
I could have done that in the bathroom, but I needed to force the images of Dara’s naked body out of my man’s head.
After spending quality time checking out my breasts and splitting them to remove the invisible particles that were not hiding in my cleavage, I held both of them and squeezed gently like I was the only one in the room, like I could not see from the corner of my eye that Alhaji was now off his phone and was now watching me do my shenanigans.
I laughed in my head, “MEN! SO DUMB, SO EASY TO CATCH.” Well, since he was enjoying the tease and I was enjoying it too, I took it a bit further by using my thumbs and index fingers to touch my nipples.
I did not moan, but I let my mouth open because of the sensation that rushed through me.
Well, that seemed to be a bit too much because now I had this feeling to fuck, but I knew it was Fawaz penis that I wanted. So bad that if I managed Alhaji’s penis right now, especially with Fawaz so close by, I might moan his name.
So, leaving this nonsense, I bent to pick up my clothing – intentionally making sure that my ass was directly in Alhaji’s direction so that he could get a clear view of my pussy and see the thin wetness that had formed from me just caressing my breasts.
By the time I fully turned, I caught him smiling at me, but I just shrugged and covered my nipples with my clothes as if he had not seen them before, and I strutted to the bathroom feeling happy with myself that I had completed my mission. I turned on the shower and just let the water wash over my body.
The thoughts of Alhaja sucking on my nipples flooded my mind as her husband pressed my waist down and whipped his penis deep inside my pussy from behind.
That was a crazy night. Alhaji really put in work on both of us, and for once we were not quarrelling, but we rivalled over who could fuck better. The thoughts did something more crazy to me; my nipples got harder, and I just had to stop the shower before it got worse.
I stepped out, still naked and just headed for the bed. Alhaji watched me join him in bed naked. I covered myself with the duvet and turned my back to Alhaji – hoping to sleep away this little horniness that had started to build up within me.
Soon, I started to feel something behind me. I knew it was Alhaji trying to get into the duvet too, but I paid him no mind until I felt his hand cross the boundary between us and cover my breast. Before he could even squeeze it, I slapped his hand away.
His hand came again and tried to touch my pussy, but I caught it with my inner thighs. After smothering his palm with my thighs for a little while, I picked it out and threw it behind me, telling him to not disturb me.
“The breasts and ass that you were staring at, as if you have not seen breasts and ass before the other time nko? Why not go and meet her?” He went quiet for some time, and all of a sudden, his hand came again and this time grabbed me by the belly and pulled me into him. It was obvious that he was naked now because my ass landed right on his penis.
“I am sorry now, but you know that I cannot go after that small girl when a woman like you is here for me. Dara is like a daughter to us now, and you know the plan that I have for her already now, so why would I want to go for her again? I was just caught by surprise, that’s all.”
Of course, as I mentioned earlier, Alhaji mentioned a plan for Dara that would help distract her from my favourite penis – Fawaz. “Hmmm… men, that’s how you people always say. Was I not a small girl when you found me too abi?”
Alhaji laughed at my counterargument and mentioned that he had not seen any small girl that would be able to suck penis and ride it the way that I did that day. Which is more reason why he would not even think about someone like Dara, who ran from penis.
I smiled in my head because Alhaji has no idea what kind of weapon that was between Fawaz thighs, and he has no idea that it was that penis that made me deny him sex for about five days.
Well, as our argument wore on, Alhaji was finally able to sneak one finger down my pussy again from behind. He was rubbing my pussy gently and talking into my ear. At first, I tried to hold his hand down, but I was getting wet, and the grip of my thigh started to wane.
He must have noticed the failing strength on my side because now he used that hand to lift my leg from my ass side, and now his full palm found access to my pussy. I tried my best not to moan and give him the green light that he wanted, but then my breathing was becoming laboured with the way his fingers tickled my clitoris.
That day, when Alhaji came over with his impromptu visit, we did not go to his house immediately. He took me to a cool lounge to meet his friend who had just returned from London.
He seemed quite younger than Alhaji and could not get his eyes off my chest because my gown had this wicked breast-cut that put my breasts on sexy display, with my tattoo taking the spotlight.
However, since I was angry that Alhaji came to take me from my place without prior notice, coupled with the idea that I would be returning with him to his place instead of mine, the fact that I would not be tasting Fawaz penis for the meantime and the sheer thought of the fact that I have to see my rival, Alhaja.
For the next few days, it just made me keep sipping my alcohol and not paying any attention to the conversation that they were having until Alhaji poked me, “My wife, how will you help my friend get a smallie that he can be using to cool his body when he comes to Nigeria?”
That nudge brought me back to them, and I did some quick thinking: the closest person I knew for that job would be Ruka, but I do not see her razz behaviour mixing well with this man’s posh attitude.
Before I could even think properly about how it could work out, Alhaji mentioned that perhaps I could get Dara for his friend; she seems like a good and quiet girl.
I smiled because that was actually the best candidate. I could turn Dara’s head with this man, and it would be easier for me to dislodge Ruka from Fawaz. It’s a win-win for me. I nodded my head and told them that it would cost money.
They both laughed, and like that, it was settled. We kept drinking, and when we got to Alhaji’s place, as expected, Alhaja acted maliciously. I shrugged it off and just went to the room that Alhaji had reserved for me opposite Alhaja’s room.
He tried to fuck me that night, but I turned him down. That experience that I had from Fawaz earlier, I was living in the flashbacks and I did not want Alhaji to mess it up at all.
After trying to touch me and me swatting his hands repeatedly, he told me that he wanted to fuck me so that his wife would be jealous when I moaned to his penis, and the alcohol he had earlier had made him harder than ever. She never allows him to fuck her again, just that useless Suraju boy.
That talk turned me off even more. You want to fuck me to make your wife jealous? Rubbish. Go and beg Suraju to stop fucking her so good instead. Well, I did not say it out loud, but I did not allow him fuck me that night and the nights that followed.
The third day, Alhaji did not come to sleep in my room; he went to sleep with Alhaja and all of a sudden, I woke in the middle of the night to sounds of skin-on-skin wicked fucking – with Alhaja moaning loud like a teenager that just discovered penis.
I doubt it was Alhaji, so I snuck out of my room to peep through the keyhole. Alhaja was bent on all fours facing the door, and her husband was pounding that fleshy pussy of hers from behind. Now I was the one getting jealous.
Written by Reezy Sama
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