Click here to read Chapter 5 of Kunle Sidi Alagbo
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Although Alhaji’s penis was not long enough to go as deep as I wanted him to, he made up for it by lasting for most of the night. I love that he came prepared for me.
Now that I was awake, I had forgotten all about my lust for Fawaz. Alhaji had fucked me so good, deep into the midnight. He pinned my waist and had my breasts pressed hard into the bed. With one of his hands holding my neck down and the other hand holding my waist, his penis just kept firing hard into my pussy, making me moan inside the mattress.
At that point, my quiet beef with Fawaz had even evaporated, and every moan and scream I was making was not even to taunt him; they were expressions of pleasure from getting the penis good in me.
Waking up and seeing him lying naked beside me with his limp penis made me crack a smile. I ran my palm over it with the thoughts of sucking it – Alhaji loves it when I do that, but I felt it was better for me to cook something first, seeing that I must have overworked him from the night before.
I rolled out of bed naked and walked toward my mirror as usual. I obsess over my breasts a lot. I looked at them, carried them in my hands and pressed them gently against each other before turning around to look over at Alhaji, happy with the prize that my sexy body and sexual skills had brought me.
I wondered if Alhaji had ever expressed the kind of naughtiness he showed me to his wife because that Alhaja must be a naughty freak to have been fucking Suraju. Well, that was not my business. Their loss has become my gain.
I paid more attention to my tattoo and felt like it was beginning to fade. I should seek out my artist soon and get it done again. Finally, I turned away and headed for the door – stark naked – that was when I suddenly heard soft footsteps and remembered that I no longer had a housemate.
Immediately, all that lust I was feeling for Fawaz the day before came rushing back, and I felt it would be a nice idea to step out naked to better tease him. But, as I made to twist the doorknob, I remembered that Alhaji was also around.
There was no explanation that I would do that would make him not catch onto the fact that I was giving a younger guy greenlight in the house he got for me. It might even spark the same feelings he had when he found out about his wife and Suraju.
Since I was not interested in losing my biggest back, I picked one of my Ankara wrappers and tied it around my waist. After a quick look around, I found my bralette on the floor beside the bed. I smiled, picked it up and put it on.
I walked back to the mirror to adjust my bralette since I knew how it could always easily expose my breasts.
Although even after fully packing my breasts in them, my cleavage was always very visible through them, and I loved that. It would be a subtle green light, and since Alhaji had seen me in the bra the day before, he should not be able to read meanings into my antics. I strutted out of my room and headed for the kitchen – no sign of Fawaz. I started preparing to cook rice. It was a bright morning, and the penis I collected from the night before had me in good spirits.
I was so far gone in my cooking and singing that it was too late for me to react when I heard footsteps heading for the kitchen. When the person came into view, it was Alhaji. I was relieved and at the same time shocked because he came fully naked with his penis hard like a piece of wood.
I laughed a bit and asked why he was coming after me naked. He did not answer; instead, he continued walking to me with a mischievous smile on his face.
I could read what was in his mind, so I quickly started to tell him that we had company and he should go wait for me in the room so that I would finish cooking the food, bring it to him for us to eat, then he could have me for another round. While I was saying all of these, Alhaji had already found his way to my back, and he was hugging me tight, telling me that he was not interested in everything I had just said.
He is the owner of the house and the owner of the woman in it. My visitor should stay on his lane or risk getting sent out. That felt somewhat romantic, and I just smiled, especially because I could feel his penis pressing hard on my ass through my wrapper, and he was groping my breasts hard through my bra.
“Alhajiii… Stopppp…,” He asked me why he should stop. He said I was the one who showed him sweet honeypot, and I was the one who gave him herbs that made his penis hard every time, and now he was trying to enjoy what I had got him addicted to, and I was doing shakara for him. With those words, I finally felt my wrapper give way and just fall to the floor.
Cool breeze rushed at my moist pussy. Alhaji, noticing that I was not wearing panties, spanked my ass hard while his other hand continued to grope my breasts. Under his laboured breath, he said,
“Even yourself has prepared for me, why are you now doing skakara?” His hand left my asscheeks, and I felt two of his fingers run over my pussy, making me moan, “Alihajiistooop.” He groped my breasts harder, and I felt his other hand begin to help his penis gain access to my pussy.
I gasped hard as he penetrated with his first thrust, almost sending my head crashing against the pot. He moved me away from it toward the empty part of the cabinet where he helped me raise one of my legs. I did not bother to wait for him; I quickly hung that leg on the cabinet and immediately felt his penis dig a bit deeper into my pussy.
In that position, he starts to fuck me hard, making me gasp and moan as the sounds of our skin smashing against each other echo throughout the room. I was so sure that Fawaz must have left the house, and I just continued to enjoy the penis that Alhaji was serving me. He was close to cumming but I could hear my rice beginning to crackle like I was making popcorn.
The smell of burnt food filled the kitchen, but the Oga that was fucking me was the least bothered person in the world, and I just decided to enjoy that penis because we were already at the most crucial aspect of an intercourse – we will order food after.
I sent my hands back to grab Alhaji’s other hand and bring it to my second breast. He understood the assignment and squeezed it hard just like he was squeezing the other one. I screamed as pain and pleasure tore through my spine and my legs shook from the wave of orgasm that just hit me.
Seeing that I had cum, Alhaji released my breasts and grabbed my waist before digging deep inside of me to chase his orgasm. His warm cum splashed inside my pussy, and he grunted hard whilst breathing down on my neck.
Once he let go of my waist, I crashed to the ground and rested my back against the cupboard, breathing hard while Alhaji’s limp penis, still dripping cum remained there a few inches away from my face, teasing me to give it a suck.
Both of us were oblivious to the fact that we had company. I was stirred to reality when Alhaji suddenly asked Fawaz what he was looking at and whether he had never seen people having sex before. I looked to my side, and at the kitchen door was Fawaz with wide eyes. I laughed in my head as I decided to be a naughty bitch to taunt him.
I grabbed Alhaji’s slippery penis and rubbed it gently while looking at Fawaz and asking what he wanted. He said he smelt something getting burnt and he also heard a loud bang. I thanked him and told him that everything was under control.
He said yes, ma and walked away quietly while Alhaji laughed. I finally understood why he had come to fuck me in the kitchen; he was trying to mark his territory and show Fawaz that he ran the show.
It was amusing to me because even if Fawaz does not want to fuck me now, I would still make sure to have a taste of his penis. Only when I am sure that he was not good in that aspect would he be free.
I told Alhaji that he would have to help me to the room because my legs were weak already, and he had used my pussy sore. He smirked and told me that he was a man and I should not expect less. Men just love when you massage their ego.
I lied, my legs were not that weak, I could still go another round if I wanted. Well, Alhaji carried me like we were at the altar and took me to my room, where he placed me on the bed while he called out to Fawaz.
My heart thumped, and I only calmed when I realised that he just wanted Fawaz to run our food errand. He even scolded the poor boy for trying to come into the room without knocking, asking whether he wanted to come and see me naked. In my head, I felt sorry for Fawaz, and I knew I would repay him. He would see the body naked many times more than Alhaji would be able to count.
Written by Reezy Sama
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