Darasimi was a good girl, and I was just more than happy to indulge her dirty habit. After work that day, I took her to a small boutique near my office to get her some new clothes.
I let her pick, but I had the final decision on which one was sexy enough to be bought. She ended with a lot of armless shirts, quite a few G-strings and some short skirts. By the start of the new week, I expected to see a newly transformed Darasimi – a sexy one even.
For now, however, I needed to make myself ready for the weekend visit of Alhaji, my friend and her son. By the time I got home, I was quite tired from the boutique runs, so I just showered and took a nap.
When I woke, I went to my visitor’s room and started to pull it together one piece at a time. By the time I finished, I was tired again, so I rested for the night. The next morning, I woke up refreshed and decided to cook jollof rice in anticipation of my guests.
The aroma quickly filled the room, and I just could not wait for them to come around.
My problem now, however, was in what order they would arrive. I did not care much, though.
I went to the bathroom and washed off all the sweat that I had accrued through my cooking. Once that was done, I came out of my bathroom naked, dripping water. I walked to my standing mirror to stare at my sweet, sexy body.
I had always had it, but the funding I was getting from Alhaji has become a mad game-changer for me. I stood there staring at my breasts – the way they hung on my chest. They looked full and droopy like a pear.
There is just no way any fully blooded man would see me and his penis would not go stiff with the urge to fuck me. I smiled at myself and cupped my breasts from under before I finally started the routine of creaming my body and finding something to wear.
I settled on an almost see-through bralet and a lace pant that clearly showed my bumbum and my pussy. I was at home, and I liked to dress freely. Also, I had a match coming up so this dressing can also be said to be for Alhaji.
Shortly after, my doorbell beeped. I grabbed a small piece of clothing and tied it around my waist in a way that the knot rested on one side of my thigh and left that side almost completely exposed.
Today is just a day to be sexy, and I was not going to reduce the hype that I was feeling right now. With the way the doorbell rang, I was so sure that it was Alhaji at my door.
Ezekiel had gone home for the weekend, and I know that Ruka was never going to hit my doorbell once and wait for me to emerge – that girl is proper ‘trenches’ she would have nearly damaged my door with loud knocks and shouts.
I grabbed the door handle and pressed it down. Once the door clicked open, I jumped out to hug Alhaji, which turned out to be an oversight. It was not Alhaji at the door like I had pictured. But then, it was too late for me as my hands were already wrapped around his body. I quickly recovered, though and detached myself from him. I stood there confused, and it immediately clicked.
This was Ruka’s son that I was expecting, and I had just embarrassed myself a little. In a few seconds, I embarrassed myself a little more because tell me why this boy starts to roll out silky English language that left me dumbfounded?
Of course, I had no idea what he was talking about. Like his mother, I did not finish my secondary school education, and English clearly was not my forte. So, to quickly regain some dignity, I switched on my trenchant behaviour, asking him to speak Yoruba and greet me properly like a well-brought-up Yoruba boy.
He looked so shy as he bent down to greet me properly, and that was when his mother came on scene, hollering as usual. She immediately asked me whether her son had been doing his English rubbish with me again.
I just stood there smiling as she started to rant in the most disjointed English language I had ever had – even I could do better than that. I held the door open and ushered him in while his mother waited for me.
We walked in together, and she did all the talking about how the bike man that brought them to my place nearly left with her change, but she would not allow and that was why she told Fawaz to take his bags in while she waited for change.
All while she continued ranting at the top of her voice, I just walked beside her, thinking of the difference between a dirty, small boy of many years ago and this fine young man who was walking ahead of us, holding two bags.
Ruka had not lied when she said the boy had become so handsome that all the girls on their street wanted him – because now, even I wanted him. He had dreamy eyes, and his fair complexion did not look like the bleach job that his mother had done.
I so badly wanted to touch and feel his skin, but then that would expose me to his mother, who had already warned me to stay off her son. I led them to the visitor’s room. It was already well arranged, and all Fawaz needed to do was to set down his bags and put his clothes in the closet while I discussed with his mother.
She dragged me out of the room back to the sitting room, and for the first time, she spoke in a low tone, asking whether her son was fine. I had to swallow the truth and tell her that the boy was okay.
I also assured her that I was not going to fuck her son because I already had my penis life covered by Alhaji and Ezekiel. She looked at me and asked who Ezekiel was because I only told her about Alhaji.
I smiled and told her that he was my driver, but in his spare time, he drives me crazy on the bus with his big penis that looks like a gear. Ruka yelped and tapped her thighs with both hands before asking me how long and how fat Ezekiel’s penis was.
I told her that all I knew was that it was big, and I never measured it really. She seemed disappointed, but I told her about Lekan’s penis, too. She grabbed and shook me before calling me a slut for fucking my apprentice’s boyfriend in my office. I laughed and asked whether she was not worse than I was.
We were laughing when the doorbell interrupted us. I got off my ass because that definitely was Alhaji at the door. Ruka hooted and said that I was dressed like a slut because of the penis I was about to take.
She said if I had her kind of ass, the wrapper would have looked hotter on me. As I walked further to the door, she asked out of nowhere whether this was how I had met her son at the door. Such a silly question.
I had not changed since they came in. A quick look down my breast and my nipples were well pressed against my bralette, and my cleavage was deep and well-revealed.
Alhaji met me with a smile, a hug and a parcel of gifts. I pulled him into the house and helped with the parcel. Ruka quickly went on her knees to introduce herself to Alhaji while she introduced herself as Rashidat.
I quickly retorted that her parents named her Ruka, and that is what she was. I quickly pulled Alhaji off to my room before he would start to get acquainted. As someone who has snatched people’s husbands, I was too careful to put myself in that situation and knowing Ruka, she was just as good as I was in this business.
Once Alhaji made it to my bedroom, I slammed the door behind him and helped him remove his agbada before leading him to the bed, where I made him sit at the edge. Right off the bat, I started to loosen the rope of his trousers, and he knew exactly where I was headed.
Being the concerned and rational one of us, he began to ask me to calm down and let him get some rest. By then, I was already pulling his trousers from his waist, and he was already helping me through it by raising his ass off the bed.
Through his boxers, I could see his hardened penis already. I quickly fished it out and sank it in my mouth, slurping it up and down, making pop sounds as I went along with it and rubbing his penis with my hands.
I needed to quickly remind him of who I was and delete his meeting with Ruka from memory immediately. His earlier protests had melted now, and his hands held the back of my head, forcing me to suck his penis deeper into my mouth. I knew he would not quickly cum from that, so I let him press my breasts, and I jerked him off too.
He soon began to pump cum in my mouth. After swallowing everything and wiping the remnants of cum off my chin. I pushed Alhaji on his back and asked for permission to attend to my guests while he rested.
He said nothing, and I just adjusted my bralette to better hold my breasts as I returned to the sitting room, where Ruka and her son were discussing in a hushed tone.
Feeling like a badass and wanting to redeem myself from the awkward meeting earlier. I sat beside my friend opposite her son and asked what his discipline was.
He was quite starstruck, and it confused his mother and me. She turned around to look at me.
She shook her head and helped me wipe Alhaji’s cum off the corner of my lip and also adjust my bralette so that my areola would return to a private space.
Written by Reezy Sama
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