Mrs Kukoyi’s eyes widened; she could scarcely believe those words had come from Tosin’s lips. Her gaze lingered on Tosin, filled with a blend of curiosity and desire.
The air in the room was suffused with anticipation. Tosin had rehearsed this moment in her mind a hundred times, watching videos, studying techniques, and practising in private with herself. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness.
This was her chance to prove herself, to show Mrs Kukoyi that she was more than just a housekeeper and that she was prepared for her new task— an opportunity to show her boss lady that she was a woman capable of giving pleasure beyond measure.
Tosin urged her madam to lie down, and Mrs Kukoyi obeyed, her body sinking into the softness of the mattress. The silk sheets brushed against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine, but in all that, she was curious, eagerly waiting to see what her staff had for her.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Tosin began to undress her boss, her fingers tracing the contours of her body as if mapping out a treasure. Each inch of skin exposed with a reverence that made Mrs Kukoyi’s breath catch.
Tosin continued her airy touch, her fingers dancing along Mrs Kukoyi’s arms, her waist, her thighs, as if she were uncovering a masterpiece. Mrs Kukoyi felt her skin flush, her body responding to the sensuality of the moment
Tosin leaned over her, her lips brushing Mrs Kukoyi’s in a tender, yet hungry kiss. She could sense how much she had waited for this moment as they kissed like long lovers, her lips parting, and her tongue searching for her madam’s.
Tosin ran her fingers through her hair, pulling her boss closer. Mrs Kukoyi let out a soft moan as her hands continued to explore Tosin’s body.
Tongues intertwined, tasting and exploring, as Tosin’s own hands began to roam. Her fingers traced the curves of Mrs Kukoyi’s body, mapping the terrain of her shoulders, her waist, and her hips.
Her young madam’s eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and surrender flickering in their depths. She still found it hard to believe how Tosin had turned into a professional within hours, but she didn’t resist. Instead, she sighed into the kiss, her hands coming up to grip Tosin’s arms, as if to anchor herself in the moment.
Breaking away briefly, Tosin’s breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes locked onto Mrs Kukoyi’s. “You’re so beautiful, ma,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Mrs Kukoyi’s cheeks flushed, her lips parting slightly as if to respond, but Tosin didn’t give her the chance.
She kissed her again, deeper this time, their lips moving in perfect rhythm as their bodies pressed closer together.
With a sense of purpose, Tosin shifted her position, kneeling between Mrs Kukoyi’s legs. Her hands moved to the waistband of her madam’s pants and underwear, her fingers deftly sliding under the fabric along with her.
She teased and tugged, her touch deliberate but gentle, until her silk suit pants and lacey sky blue panties gave way and were discarded on the floor. Mrs Kukoyi’s breath hitched, her thighs parting slightly as if inviting Tosin in.
Tosin’s gaze dropped to the sight before her, her mouth watering at the thought of what she was supposed to do next. She had watched the videos, studied the techniques, and now it was time to put them into practice. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached out and traced the contours of Mrs Kukoyi’s folds.
The woman shivered, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned back into the pillows.
“Tosin…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Shh,” Tosin replied, her voice a low purr. “Let me take care of you, ma.” She said her eyes were full of promise
She kissed her way down Mrs Kukoyi’s body, her lips lingering on her breasts, tracing slow circles around her hardened nipples, teasing and savouring every shiver that ran through her. Then she continued her journey down to her stomach, before finally settling between her legs. Mrs Kukoyi’s taste was sweet, her scent intoxicating, and Tosin revelled in the act of pleasing her.
“I want you, now,” Mrs Kukoyi growled into her ear, her voice thick with desire.
With slow, deliberate motions, Tosin’s fingers parted Mrs. Kukoyi’s pussy lips, her touch both tender and firm. She circled her clit, her thumb stroking the sensitive bud in a rhythm she had practised countless times. Mrs Kukoyi gasped, her back arching off the bed as her hips bucked slightly. “Oh, gods… yes,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in Tosin’s hair.
Tosin smiled against the soft skin of Mrs Kukoyi’s inner thigh. She knew she was doing well, and her confidence grew with each reaction. She plunged two fingers inside, her thumb continuing to stroke the clit in a steady rhythm.
Mrs Kukoyi’s moans grew louder, her body tensing as she clutched at the sheets. “Don’t stop,” she begged her voice raw with need. Usually, when Mrs Kukoyi made love, she was always very vocal, moaning, grunting, shouting, but this time, she just breathed as they settled into a rocking motion,
Their passion built a crescendo of desire that seemed to consume them both. With the rhythm of Tosin’s fingers in her madam now frantic, her strokes deep and insistent, Mrs Kukoyi’s body responded in kind, her hips moving in time with Tosin’s hand, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Her juices creamed Tosin’s fingers, a clear indication that she was dripping. Their bodies moved as one, their breaths ragged and intertwined, as they climbed higher and higher, the peak within reach.
Tosin leaned in, her breath hot against Mrs Kukoyi’s core. She replaced her fingers with her tongue, licking and sucking with a fervour that left her madam trembling.
Her mouth worked in perfect rhythm, just as she had seen in the videos, her dedication unwavering. Mrs Kukoyi’s cries filled the room, her body arching and twisting as she teetered on the edge of release.
“Tosin… I’m coming…” she panted, her voice strained.
Tosin redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking and her fingers thrusting in. Her tongue traced the contours of Mrs Kukoyi’s pussy, her fingers joining in, thrusting inside her as she sucked gently on her clit.
Mrs Kukoyi’s moans filled the room, her body arching off the bed as Tosin’s mouth and hands worked their magic. “Oh, Tosin,” she gasped, her voice thick with desire. “Don’t stop.” Tosin obeyed, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate, as she felt Mrs Kukoyi’s body tense, her muscles coiling tight.
“I’m gonna come,” she warned Tosin, but she didn’t stop. Tosin sucked harder, her hand moving faster.
With a cry that was equal parts pleasure and release, Mrs Kukoyi’s climax came, tearing through her like a storm, her body shook as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her, her heart pounding in rhythm. Tosin drank her in, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony, her focus entirely on the woman writhing beneath her. She wasn’t done with her!
As Mrs Kukoyi’s cries began to subside, Tosin continued, her fingers and mouth driving her to another peak, and then another. Her madam’s pleas for more action fueled Tosin’s determination, her own desire burning brightly as she pushed Mrs Kukoyi to the brink again and again with her tongue.
Finally, Mrs Kukoyi collapsed back onto the bed, her body limp and spent. Tosin kissed her way up her madam’s body, her lips brushing against her trembling stomach, her breasts, her neck. Their mouths met once more in a tender, breathless embrace, their hearts pounding in unison.
Mrs Kukoyi pulled Tosin close, their bodies pressed together, their legs tangled. She whispered softly, her breath warm against Tosin’s ear, her words a mixture of gratitude and affection.
“Where did you learn all that?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion. Tosin smiled, she didn’t answer, she just smiled, her heart full, and leaned into the embrace, their connection sealed with a tender kiss.
As the intensity of their passion faded, their touches grew softer, more intimate. The room felt heavy with the weight of their shared intimacy. Tosin’s head rested on Mrs Kukoyi’s chest, her ear pressed against the steady beat of her heart. Mrs Kukoyi’s fingers tangled in Tosin’s hair, her touch gentle and comforting.
Mrs Kukoyi’s fingers traced patterns on Tosin’s skin, her lips pressing gentle kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips. Tosin’s hands roamed Mrs Kukoyi’s back, her touch reverent, as if she were memorising every inch of her. They caught their breath, their hearts slowing, their bodies still humming.
“Thank you,” Mrs Kukoyi whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “That was impressive”
Tosin smiled, her lips brushing against the soft skin of Mrs. Kukoyi’s collarbone. “It was my pleasure,” she replied, her voice soft but steady.
And in that instant, something inside Tosin shifted. Kenny’s face flashed briefly in her mind—his complaints, his suspicions, and his jealous fits. If he ever uncovered the truth about her entanglement with the Kukoyis, the pain would be unbearable for both of them. But the life the Kukoyis offered was intoxicating.
When they finally parted, Mrs Kukoyi reached for her phone, her fingers moving with a practised ease as she transferred another large sum of money to Tosin’s account. It was a silent acknowledgement of her satisfaction, a gesture that spoke volumes without a single word.
A few seconds later, Tosin’s phone buzzed on the bedside table. She reached for it absentmindedly and then froze. Her eyes widened. Her hand began to shake. The figure glowing on the screen was… unbelievable.
Her jaw dropped. “Jesus Christ…” she whispered under her breath.
Mrs Kukoyi leaned closer, a satisfied smirk playing at her lips. “For your silence and cooperation” she said with a wave of her hand. “That is small compared to what I will give you… as long as you continue to work for me.”
Tosin’s throat went dry. She glanced at the phone again, staring at the numbers as if they might vanish. It was more money than she could have saved in years. Her heart pounded as her gaze flickered between her phone screen and her madam.
“This is just the beginning, Tosin,” Mrs Kukoyi said firmly, brushing Tosin’s cheek with her fingers. “You have a gift, Tosin. Don’t waste it on guys who can’t take you anywhere, and who can’t give you the real feeling you deserve. You belong with people like us who can elevate you.”
Tosin nodded slowly. Every thought of Kenny, every dream of going back to a simple life in the trenches, evaporated like smoke.
Her eyes locked with her madam’s. And as they lay there, entwined in the aftermath of their desire, Tosin knew that nothing would ever be the same again. “I understand, ma,” she whispered. Suddenly, everything about Kenny felt small, distant, and irrelevant. She tightened her grip on the phone, her lips curling into a faint smile.
As the days melted into weeks, and the weeks into months, Tosin knew the longer she remained under the roof of the Kukoyi’s, the more seamlessly she slipped into their world. Just four months, and she had earned more money than she had ever dreamed possible.
She had once promised herself that she would make enough money, take the cash, walk away, and start the business she had always envisioned, then perhaps return to Kenny, settle down, and live quietly.
But the plan was slipping away. The longer she stayed, the more dangerously comfortable she became in the Kukoyis’ bed, in their lives, in their secrets. Her problem was no longer just Kenny’s suspicion. Her problem was that she was no longer sure she wanted to leave.
She had found herself not just comfortable but entangled in a dangerous intimacy with both husband and wife. Mastering the art of pleasing the couple, discovering what stirred their hunger and how to quench it. And as a result, the cash came in stacks; the comfort was luxurious. What began as a reckless adventure was slowly turning into an addiction.
The more excuses she piled up, the more restless Kenny became. The salary she had bragged about was far too high for any regular housekeeping job could ever justify, enough money that only few corporate workers could boast of.
Every time he asked to visit her at the house, she found ways to deflect; she gave him excuses about her madam’s strictness or the household’s privacy, how her madam didn’t want visitors. Kenny was no fool; each excuse only deepened the nagging suspicion and widened the crack in their relationship, feeding Kenny’s growing paranoia that something wasn’t right.
Tosin, on the other hand, was torn between two worlds. It was no longer just business; it was a dangerous entanglement of lust and emotions, and she was scared of what the end of it would be. She still loved Kenny, at least she told herself so, but Mrs Kukoyi’s charm was no less powerful.
The woman knew her body in ways Tosin never thought possible, slow, patient, and attentive to every detail. She had a way of unravelling her, finger by finger, kiss by kiss, until she was lost in waves of pleasure so intense that it shattered her.
It wasn’t only her madam’s soft caresses she craved; Mr Kukoyi was also an issue. What unsettled Tosin most was how deeply she had fallen for them both. Whenever he was around, he took her like a lover, not a domestic staff.
The way he kissed her deeply as if there was something more, his hands sure, his body relentless. He knew her weaknesses, the exact places to touch that left her trembling and breathless, begging for more. With him, she discovered a pleasure that left her aching long after he was gone.
Then one sunny afternoon, as Tosin sat cross-legged on the living room couch, lazily flipping through TV channels. Mr Kukoyi had called her to let her know he was returning home from a business trip, and at that, she couldn’t take her eyes or ears off the gate as she waited for his car horn like a young child eagerly waiting for her parents’ return.
Her phone buzzed, she picked it up, it was a message from Kenny, another threat to break up with her if she didn’t find a way to see him that week. This was the sixth message he had sent that week, threatening to break up with her if he didn’t see her before the end of the week.
She smiled as she read through his message. She had finally reached a decision, though it tore at her heart.
Ending things with Kenny seemed like the only way forward. It wasn’t because he had wronged her but because she couldn’t bear the weight of the double life she had delved into, nor could she allow him to keep drowning in suspicion and confusion over the shadows that constantly surrounded her.
It was better to let him go, to free him from the web of secrets she had entangled herself in.
Without hesitation, Tosin started to type the break-up message she had prepared in her head a few nights ago after a session with her madam. She had felt so good that she realised she wanted more of them and more of the money, and she was determined to have it.
Her heart was heavy, but the truth was heavier still. Kenny deserved better than this tangled mess she had allowed herself to fall into. Ending things now was cruel, but letting him stay was cruelty of another kind.
Her fingers trembled as she tried to string the right finishing words together. She knew how much this would crush him, but every time she spoke to him on the phone, every time he asked after her with that gentle warmth, guilt gnawed at her insides.
She couldn’t keep lying, couldn’t keep pretending. The more she stayed with him, the more she felt like she was destroying the very essence of who he was.
With one final tap, the breakup message to Kenny was gone. It was done.
For the first time, Tosin felt no guilt, no hesitation—only hunger. And in that moment, Tosin knew there was no turning back. Nothing and no one was ever going to drag her back to the life she once lived. She knew that this was just the beginning.
The End
Written by Tito
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