She switched off the light, climbed down from the bed and walked away too, closing the door gently behind her, as if she knew Tosin would not bother to stand up to lock up the door, because she was still too.
A deafening silence took over the whole room, and gradually reality began to hit home. She had just fucked her husband and wife, or better put, she just had a threesome with a couple in their house. It still didn’t sound well.
She just allowed a fellow woman to make love to her, after which she allowed the woman’s husband fuck her mercilessly. Not just any random couple… her boss! But then there were way other things for her to think about that bothered her, the fact that Oga Fred had released his seed into her on his wife’s instruction.
Tosin knew she was on her fertile period; in fact, she was at her peak, and if everything happened as she saw it, then it was safe to say that she was few minutes pregnant for her boss.
The following morning, Tosin decided to act like she was sick because she was too ashamed to step out of her room and face her madam and her husband, as a matter of fact she was honestly weak and tired from the activities of the previous night.
It was one of the maids who came to check up on her who told her that their boss and his wife had left the house. Deep down she was sad that they didn’t bother to check up on her, maybe she thought things would be a little bit different after what they all shared together the other night.
It was as if they knew she was avoiding them, and they helped her too.
Few hours after they left the house that morning, Tosin received a bank transfer of two hundred thousand naira from her madam. She got paid her one-month salary for just one night sex!
But then she had not just fucked someone to be paid that much, she had fucked a couple. Was it prostitution? Tosin couldn’t tell, she couldn’t judge herself. Deep down, she knew it was far worse than prostitution.
This was the same thing she had avoided all these years, one of the reasons why she had remained unemployed for so long.
And in one night, she had given it all away, just like that, carried away by what she couldn’t explain. It wasn’t just the sex but the abomination that surrounded it.
Her body cringed at the thought of what she had done. She wondered if she could be able to beat the guilt in her heart and answer Kenny’s call when he called later that morning.
Before the previous night, she was beginning to miss Kenny and everything they shared. She had stayed in that house for a whole month. She had denied herself Kenny’s touch and the warmth of his body against hers. For the first time in years, she had not seen him for a whole month and a few days, and she did not like it.
Kenny, on the other hand, was beginning to complain too; they only spoke over the phone, and they both knew that telephone conversations weren’t just enough.
He even had doubts about her job; the pay was too much for a mere housekeeping job, and he had not been comfortable since she accepted the job and moved into the house.
She was looking for a perfect plan to bring Kenny into the house so they could spend quality time together, but after what had happened that night, she saw her chances slipping away.
The high pay, the shopping, the VIP treatment, now she knew better; they were all to get her to fuck them both. But deep inside her, the truth lingered; she knew she had experienced something different.
Aunty had touched her and attended to her body in a way no man had ever done. As a woman, her madam knew just where to touch her and wake up all the sexual hormones in her.
And she found herself wanting more of that touch, she loved the way she sucked her breasts and ate her pussy. She knew she would spend the whole day thinking about the previous night.
Damn! Fucking Oga Fred was the best part of the night; he fucked her so well that she wished they could do it every day with him. It made her wonder how Aunty has a husband that could fuck so well, but was still lusting after a fellow woman like her.
She wished Kenny could handle her like her boss did. His thrusts screamed intentional and deliberate.
Deep, hard and accurate, he took every pump intentionally like he really meant it, making her instantly crave for the next thrust whenever he pulled out.
His energy, the way he drove his thick meat into her wet pussy, the way he held her firm.
She had always liked him; she knew he was great in bed—she could tell from the noise his wife made whenever they made love, but now she had confirmed her assumptions and had recklessly yelled out as he rammed his thick cock into her.
She remembered what her madam had said that night before she left her room….. About her turn to eat her. She wondered if she was ready.
Later that afternoon, Tosin lay sprawled on her bed, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across her room. She picked up her phone hesitantly; her fingers hovered over the screen as she unlocked it and opened her browser.
A swirl of emotions churned in her chest: curiosity, anxiety, and something far more difficult to name. She thought, if she explored a few porn sites, she could gain some insight and clues as to what her madam might expect of her later that day.
It felt strange and even shameful to be doing it deliberately; the thought of watching porn made her uneasy, even a little ashamed, but ignorance terrified her more, and she needed to learn.
She told herself it was research, preparation and nothing more. Navigating through the categories, she clicked on one that seemed the least intimidating, though the titles alone made her stomach tighten.
Swallowing her hesitation, she pressed play and then propped her phone against a stack of pillows.
At first, she watched with narrowed eyes, sceptical and cautious like peering into something she wasn’t meant to see. The exaggerated sounds, the graphic visuals—it was overwhelming.
But she forced herself to stay with it, determined to study, not just watch. She focused on the way the two ladies in the video moved, how the hands wandered with purpose, the rhythm, the shifts in control, the subtle cues passed through touch and breath.
Gradually, her discomfort began to give way to fascination. She found herself leaning closer, watching more intently now less like a student and more like someone being slowly drawn in.
The scene on the phone was intense, a couple entangled in passionate, uninhibited sex, their moans and movements fueling Tosin’s growing arousal. Her eyes followed the movements with growing awareness.
The way fingers traced skin, the way mouths found each other—it all started to stir something unfamiliar inside her. Warmth that spread low in her belly, her breathing grew slower, heavier.
She was aroused—unexpectedly, intensely. The sensation surprised her; her thin, silk camisole and matching panties clung to her curves as she shifted restlessly.
Her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, framing her face as she watched the screen with a mixture of fascination and desire. She bit her lower lip, her fingers drifting down to the waistband of her panties, hesitating for only a moment before slipping inside.
Her touch was light at first, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before moving higher. The fabric of her panties was damp, a testament to how quickly her body had responded to the video.
Tosin’s breath quickened as she began to stroke herself, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. Her eyes never left the screen, the actors’ movements mirroring her own as she delved deeper into her pleasure. She moaned softly, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath her head, her hips arching slightly as she pressed her fingers firmer against her clit. The camisole rode up, exposing her flat stomach and the curve of her full breasts, beneath the silk.
As the video reached its climax, so did Tosin. Her fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her body tensed, every muscle coiled as she teetered on the edge of release. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need.
Her hips bucked against her hand, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of intense pleasure. She cried out softly, her fingers slowing as the tremors subsided, leaving her breathless and sated. For a moment, she lay still, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath.
Then, with a satisfied sigh, she sat up, her phone slipping to the side as she pushed her hair back from her face.
Still flushed and slightly messy, Tosin stood and stretched, the silk camisole clinging to her body as she walked out of her room to the kitchen. Her panties were discarded on the bed, she moved with a lazy, post-orgasmic grace, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor.
The kitchen was cool compared to her overheated bedroom, and she paused by the fridge, pulling it open to scan its contents. Her mind was still foggy with pleasure, her body relaxed but still humming with arousal.
She reached for a pack of milk, her fingers brushing against a cold bottle of water as she closed the fridge door.
Just as she turned, spoon in hand, she heard the passage door click open. Tosin froze, her heart skipping a beat as she heard Oga Fred’s voice; he was talking to someone over the telephone.
He paused in the doorway and peeked into the kitchen, his eyes immediately locked onto her. She stood there, scantily clad and dishevelled, the spoon halfway to her mouth. His gaze was intense, taking in her flushed cheeks, her tousled hair, and the way her camisole barely covered her curves.
For a moment, neither of them spoke, the air between them charged with unspoken tension. Tosin’s mind flashed back to the previous night, to the way he had fucked her hard and relentlessly, leaving her breathless and begging for more.
“Tosin,” he said, his voice deep and rough. “I, uh, came to grab a file. Didn’t realise you’d be here.” His eyes flickered to the spoon in her hand, then back to her face, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
She felt her cheeks warm, knowing full well what he was implying. “I was just… getting something to eat,” she replied, her voice steady despite the sudden rush of desire that flooded her veins. She remembered how his hands had felt on her body, and her core throbbed in response.
Before she could say another word, Oga Fred closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as he pulled her closer.
His lips met hers in a kiss that was both hungry and familiar, his tongue sliding into her mouth with a confidence that sent shivers down her spine.
Tosin’s spoon clattered to the floor, forgotten as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. His hand slid down her back, pulling her tighter, his body hard and unyielding against hers.
Written by Tito
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