After enjoying several quiet minutes of post-coital bliss, Nonye stood and rushed to the bathroom. Principal Pelumi tried to grab her arm to keep her from going, but she shook him off, straightening her clothes as she took the few steps to get there and locked the door behind her.
He heard the sink running for nearly 30 minutes straight. He waited patiently for his turn, only taking a moment to pick what was probably an important piece of paper from his “in” pile and use it to wipe cum and spit from his now flaccid cock. He didn’t tuck himself back in.
She came out of the bathroom fully dressed, once again well put together, and immediately noticed he had barely moved.
“Put that filthy thing back in your trousers and get yourself cleaned up,” she said, looking down her nose at him.
His cock quickly started to rise and swell as his eyes rested once again on her amazing body.
“Do as I said!” she said, her soft sultry voice carrying the steely ring of command.
He flinched and immediately did as she commanded and stepped past her to the bathroom.
He came out less than five minutes later. She’d heard the toilet flush, but he hadn’t even washed his hands. What a disgusting pig, she thought, feeling a shiver down her spine and her clit flush and swell in instant arousal. God, what this disgusting pig does to me? She thought plaintively.
Now it was time to get to work. She stood proudly before him, her feet shoulder-width apart, her small fists on her rounded hips, her slim shoulders thrown back, and her bright eyes fixed on his. She was magnificent and looked confident in her power over him. She felt the now familiar butterflies in her stomach sensation when she saw his eyes wander down to fixate once again on her wondrous cleavage.
He just stared at her, admiring her beauty… in wonder over the fact that this… goddess… had just been on her knees before him, bringing one of his most fervent dreams actively to life. Oh, Gawd! This beauty just sucked my cock and swallowed about a gallon of my cum, he thought happily. And I didn’t have to pay her a dime!
He was more than willing to do anything she asked of him. As long as she didn’t quit, there was a chance she would suck his cock again. And he might also have a chance to fuck her sexy brains out! Oh, what he wouldn’t give! His perverted brain was working overtime. Fuck, I hope she’s not on the pill because I’m going to raw dog her and get her sexy ass pregnant! Oh man, I want to cum in her tight little pussy!
Thought after rancid thought kept roiling through his brain as he devoured her body with his eyes. He was in a trance, and her words faded to insignificance.
–SMACK–
His head snapped to the side, and the side of his face stung painfully.
She had stepped forward and slapped him hard on the cheek.
“Pay attention, Principal Pelumi! We’ve got a lot of work to do and you have to concentrate,” she said sternly. “If you pay attention and do as you’re told, you’ll get rewarded. If you don’t, you’re going to get punished.”
She talked to him for nearly an hour until the break time bell rang.
She was still standing next to his desk and watched him as he rose ponderously from his creaking chair. He made it as if to walk around her to get to the door but stopped next to her and reached down to caress her taught right buttock encased in her miniskirt. Then he squeezed it firmly, loving the feel of it in his hand. She didn’t move or bat away his groping hand. He smacked her ass upwards, making her firm cheek bounce before finally walking out the door with a self-satisfied sniff.
They ate their lunch at their desks, glancing surreptitiously at each other and then back at their food. Now that her body’s itch was temporarily satisfied, Nonye was mortified at what she had done. She didn’t feel guilty for cheating on Tobi, though she knew she should. She just felt shame at her attraction to the horrible man.
Throughout the rest of the day, she stayed at her table, and he stayed at his desk. She guided his decisions as they discussed the state of the school. If he chose right, she opened her legs for a few minutes and let him gaze at her panty-covered pussy. She let him see just how wet they were and briefly reached under the drenched crotch to finger her clit as he watched. If he chose wrong, she would cross her legs and drape her coat over her breasts.
They stayed talking late into the evening, even ordering pizza. He needed to use nearly superhuman willpower to keep himself from grabbing her, tearing her clothes off and ravaging her right there and then. He was a ragged horny mess by the end of the day.
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Over the next two weeks, everything at Ojibotu Grammar School started to change for the better. Mismanaged funds and resources were found, fixed and reallocated. Teachers received new books and supplies. Classrooms were repaired. Staff morale improved as Principal Pelumi’s negative attitude and bad behaviour disappeared. Gone was his abrasive rudeness. Gone were his sexist, condescending remarks, especially towards women. Gone were the complaints against him.
Miss Nonye, Principal Pelumi’s hot, young secretary, was somehow responsible for doing something nobody else in the past had ever succeeded in doing. She found a way to get the principal to do his job, and now he was doing it well.
The school faculty was amazed to see him energized, motivated and enthusiastic. He was now always on time, polite and professional. No more staring creepily at women. No more creeping around.
The only things that didn’t improve were his personal hygiene and his grooming habits. He was still a disgusting smelly slob. If anything, he was even nastier.
Not a soul would’ve ever guessed the reason for Principal Pelumi’s poor hygiene and grooming was Nonye herself. She outright told him she liked him nasty — the nastier, the better. The depravity of it turned her on.
She, on the other hand, was always fastidiously clean and fresh. However, a faint hint of the principal’s unique stink always lingered around her, though not enough to turn people off. They just assumed it was there because she spent so much time in his office.
Gossip spread like wildfire throughout the school, and questions abounded.
“What did she do to get him to change his ways?”
“Why can’t she get him to shower or wash his clothes?
“How can she be in his office all day when he smells like that?”
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Every night Nonye dreamed the same erotic dream — Principal Pelumi thrusting his huge cock powerfully inside her. Every night, she came at the feel and at the image of that great veiny cock dragging along her clit as he thrust it deep into her straining body. That fucking cock was so completely vile and disgusting, but it made her mad with lust.
She rubbed herself to climax every time the dream woke her around 4 a.m. and then again in the shower when she was getting ready for work. She had to work off some of that sexual energy; otherwise, she might do something she regretted.
All thoughts of getting Tobi to fuck her silly flew out the window weeks ago. When she came home after work, he was never there. When she woke in the morning, he was sleeping on the chair or was already gone. His insecurity drove the wedge between them that started her on a path that led directly to depraved, filthy old Principal Pelumi.
She was bitterly angry and disappointed with him, but at the same time, she was glad they moved here because it gave her the opportunity to see the real him. The ACTUAL person she planned to marry.
This past month or so, she learned her fiancé was insecure, selfish, and petty, but he hid it all behind a frail façade of sophistication, education, and supposed “quality” upbringing. She wasn’t even taking any sort of birth control.
They planned to start making babies as soon as they were married. She always made him wear a condom when they had sex. He never had unprotected sex with her… not even once. They had a big box of them on the nightstand, just in case.
A she got ready, she made up her mind to give Tobi back his ring and call off the wedding.
Was she really not going to marry Tobi? The thought of dumping her tall, handsome Tobi bothered her some… but the thought of spending night after night having hot sex with her disgustingly fat old boss made her drench her panties with lust.
What the hell is wrong with me? Where did THAT thought come from?
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Every day she got to work on time, and every day she teased Principal Pelumi mercilessly. She wore work-appropriate outfits to work but then walked directly to the bathroom in their office and changed into a different skimpy outfit every day.
Thanks to Principal Pelumi, she made good money, so she ordered a whole bunch of sexy clothes and other things like schoolgirl outfits, nurse outfits, or clothes that were one or two sizes too small over see-through lingerie. She knew it drove him up the wall. Her plan was to take him to the edge and then draw back.
On this day, two weeks since she gave him THE blowjob, she wore the same tight miniskirt she had worn that day. Up top, she was braless and wearing a skintight thin white tank top he could see right through. She spread her knees about two feet apart and sat straight in her chair with her slim shoulders thrust back.
She knew the old man’s cock was engorged and tenting his unwashed pants at the delectable sight before him.
Then she dropped a bomb on him.
“I want you to stop masturbating in the office,” she said, thrusting her slim shoulders back and crossing her arms under her breasts.
It didn’t register at first. He was too busy staring at the perfect braless boobs, squeezed together by her slender arms and straining against the tiny thin tank top. Then it registered.
“Uh-uh, I can do whatever I want in my office,” he said, lowering his voice an octave. His eyes never left her breasts.
He grunted in disappointment when she leaned over, pulled out a long cardigan sweater, put it on and crossed her legs.
“This isn’t just YOUR office. It’s OUR office so I’ll appreciate it if you jacked off at home or just somewhere else,” she said, surprised at saying ‘jacked off’ instead of masturbate. Her nipples tingled.
He grunted again, disgruntled and disappointed. It was one of his daily rituals. Fuck her! Maybe I’ll do it anyways.
He immediately backpedaled. Fuck that! Never mind that. Just look at that absolutely gorgeous woman. She’s so fine she should be on the cover of a magazine or making pornos or something, but she’s here with me, and there was no way I’m going to risk what she offers me in this office.
“Okay, fine,” he grunted, somewhat resentful but resigned. “I’ll do as you say, but I’ll do it under protest.”
She took off the sweater and opened her legs for him again.
Her thighs were quivering, and a fine sheen of sweat covered her almost hyperventilating body. She was so turned on right now it was all she could do to keep herself from rushing to him, dropping to her knees and begging him to shove his thick cock inside her.
Every day, there was a tension in the room neither of them could quite define, and it intensified as the days progressed. That tension existed only after THAT day, the day she sucked his cock. It was a sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. They were both highly aroused, and that arousal intensified throughout the day as well. They were like a powder keg that only needed a tiny spark to explode sexually.
It was still early in the day. She had to keep it together. She rushed to the bathroom, tense with the knowledge that he was watching every bounce and sway of her breasts as she walked. She washed her face with cold water and used a soaked paper towel to chill other parts of her body, temporarily cooling her ardor.
She heard the phone ring, heard his muffled voice, then the sound of him opening the door and walking down the hall. She had no idea where he was going, but she was relieved he wasn’t there when she came out of the bathroom. That was a close one.
How can that man be so oblivious that he can’t read a single sign she sent? She had been like a giant sign on the side of a Lagos hotel that said FUCK ME!
She heard him stomp back about 20 minutes later. He looked smug and pleased.
“Had to put out a quick fire,” he said calmly. “It’s all good.”
He had to threaten some kid with expulsion, but on the way back, he made a detour to the parking lot, opened up Nonye’s hood and pulled loose several important-looking cables. He didn’t know the first things about cars, but hopefully, that would keep her car from starting.
She’ll need a ride home tonight.
Goddamn, I’m so ready to fuck this girl, he thought. I swear I’ve had a two-week-long hard-on.
Nearly at the end of the day, Principal Pelumi received a packet of information detailing another large grant and asked her to stay late to work on it. They were very productive but didn’t finish until well after dark. Their two cars were the only ones in the parking lot.
She made her way to the bathroom to change into the outfit she wore to work. She allowed him a quick grope of her ass as she walked by, changed her mind and turned around. She said good night as she passed him again and made her way to her car. She knew he’ll walk behind her and stare at her the whole way. She didn’t mind. She actually liked it as long as it was HIM and nobody else.
He followed several steps behind, admiring the bounce and sway of her perfect heart-shaped ass. If I die at this moment, I’ll die a happy man, he thought to himself. He knew, she knew, he was watching her every move.
He had a hard time walking normally since his cock was standing at full mast, tenting his trousers which were pinching his balls. He had to readjust himself several times as he walked hunched forward slightly.
He put his hand behind his back and crossed his fingers as Nonye got in her car, slipped the key into the ignition and heard only strange scratchy clicking noises come from under the hood. He walked into his car. Hoping she’ll call him back.
“Principal Pelumi?”
.
In his mind’s eye, he pumped his fist in victory. ‘Fuck Yeah!’
“Do you know anything about cars?”
“Not a thing, honey. Not a damn thing. Sorry,” he answered truthfully, trying to look sad.
“Would you like me to wait with you until your fiancé picks you up?”
“No, that’s not going to happen,” she said with a telling twist to her pretty face.
Was there trouble in paradise?
“Hop in. I’ll give you a ride.”
He didn’t give her a chance to decline. He clicked his remote, his car chirped and unlocked, and he climbed into the driver’s seat. He saw she was still standing undecided by her car.
“Well, do you want a ride or not?” he asked gruffly, starting his car and putting it in reverse, ready to leave her there alone in the dark.
She trotted over, opened the door, slid gracefully into the passenger seat, and clicked on her seatbelt. Her miniskirt had ridden up high, revealing quite a bit of leg and even a sliver of panty. She made no attempt to pull it down.
His foul smell permeated the car. To Nonye, his smell no longer disgusted her. It represented sex and pleasure. She smelled it in her erotic dreams and in her every waking moment. She relished the stink.
Their hearts were racing, pumping like pistons in a racecar.
“Alright then, tell me where to go.”
He followed her directions to her house.
Is it a good thing or a bad thing that he now knows where I live? She asked herself.
She pretended to fix her hair, raising her arms to give him a better view of her breasts bouncing and swaying. Then she slipped the hair tie on her wrist and turned, twisted, turned twisted until her hair was in a perfect ponytail.
Bad idea… he almost ran them off the road.
She decided it was definitely a good thing.
It was a tiny one-bedroom house. It looked almost dilapidated.
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