I somehow survived through my morning classes, doodling stick figures and explosions, then breasts, mostly Jumoke’s. I couldn’t believe how sexy they were on her slender body. I daydreamed about her, about her lovely skin and gorgeous face, her wanton cunt and lusty moans.
I was in a daze right through lunch and into the afternoon, watching the second hand make its painfully slow rounds on the classroom clock. It was like the night before Christmas, and I couldn’t pay attention anymore. I got called on in class but didn’t have an answer other than a foolish stare and an apology, earning me the teacher’s scorn and the snickers of some of my classmates. I didn’t give a shit.
For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like a loser.
I practically jumped off the school bus as it pulled up to my house, working my key through the gate that surrounded our tree-filled yard to bound up to the front door. I shrugged off my bag, my cock swollen and hard, an obvious, obscene bulge against my pants. I stalked through the first floor to find Jumoke and, when I couldn’t, went up the stairs. I found her in the hall, mopping the hardwood floor.
When she saw me, she stopped, looking at me demurely. There was still some reticence there but timid acceptance, too. Jumoke put the mop back into its bucket and obediently followed me as I went to my room, eyes on the floor.
I closed the door behind her, locking it – locking her in with me.
Jumoke stood there nervously, stiffly, hands at her sides. I could see her nipples straining again against her blouse. I moved to her again, slowly, methodically, grinding our groins together as I put my hands on her back and glided them down to hold her ass, pulling her into me.
She looked up at me silently, meekly, as I leaned down to kiss her, loving the feel of her soft body and big breasts crushed against my chest. She smelled a little like sweat from the day’s work but mostly a hint of shampoo and hot female skin.
Jumoke was more receptive this time, kissing back coyly, then a little more deeply, eyes looking off to the side at first but then back on mine as my hands moved up her back, taking her blouse with them. I lifted the shirt up over her head, exposing her shoulders, back, and lovely breasts. I ravaged her tenderly. Jumoke was kissing back timidly, unsure, as my mouth found hers, then her neck, then her shoulder, feeling her hard nipples dig into my upper body.
Her hands were limply on my sides, then timidly on my arms, then my back, caressing gently as she became more comfortable with my advances. I broke a series of deep kisses with a string of saliva, her panting lightly as I pulled my shirt off. Jumoke stared at my trim, thinly muscled upper body with the first sign of open sexual hunger I had seen from her, a quiet little smile coming to her lips, contentment in her eyes at the condition of my body.
Mashing Jumoke’s warm, bare breasts into my naked chest was heaven as I locked lips with her again. The contrast of her dark skin on my light-skinned body was so different, so exotic, so sexy. She was grinding back on me now with her hips, rubbing her breasts and fat, hard nipples against the definition of my chest.
“What are you?” I murmured into her ear after kissing up her neck, eliciting a shiver. Jumoke’s eyes were closed, lip bitten as I asked again.
“What are you?”
“No…I be your maid,” Jumoke moaned softly into my shoulder, her hands on my ass. “I be your little maid…”
“Yeah,” I growled, my mind completely taken by lust, my words sex-drunk. “You are. You’re mine. You’re my woman.”
She breathed hot breath into my ear, sounding surprised. “You wan make I be your wo-maan?”
“Yeah,” I grunted, luxuriating in her smell, in her touch and taste. I slid down, hand on one of her proud breasts, tenderly mauling it. I held her second breast while I licked and kissed the nipple, suckling at it in all my lust.
I heard Jumoke let out one of her shrill, whore-cries as I tended to her breasts, her hands on my headlovingly.
“I…unn…yess…I be your wo-maan…” Jumoke moaned happily as I licked and kissed and sucked her big breasts. “I be Chizi wo-maan…” she said hoarsely, shuddering in pleasure before letting out another groan.
“You make me you wo-maan…” she whispered wantonly, her thickly accented words turning me on to no end. “I..un…I be…”
Jumoke was driving me wild.
I kissed down her flat belly as I got on my knees again, worshipping it for its fertility and what it would soon do. Loving it, urging it silently to give me many kids. Jumoke, completely unsuspecting, panted above, enjoying the attention. I unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped, sliding her trousers down her hips. My nostrils were filled with the musky smell of her ripe pussy, dripping and bare, as I pulled her jeans slowly down to her knees.
“Good girl,” I said quietly, pleased with her that she had done as I asked and worn no panties today. I gave her sopping, eager cunt a deep kiss, lapping my tongue over it once, then twice, sucking on her clit, my hands on her thighs. Jumoke squealed with unrestrained pleasure, pushing my face into her demanding pussy. She loved this.
“I am good..mnnah! Good girl…I go be your good girl, Chizi…”
I stopped and looked up, seeing her staring back at me whorishly, a needy expression crossing her pretty face as she started making a soft whining noise for me to continue.
“What am I? Huh?” I smiled lazily before I dove back in.
“Aaunn!” Jumoke screamed lightly in pleasure, grunting softly with each breath as I continued my assault. I lapped deep and fast, pushing my tongue into her hot, steaming pussy, fucking her with my mouth.
“You…you my maan…” Jumoke managed. “You be my maan…you be my boy-friend…” she babbled lustily. “Pleaaase…I want you be my boy-friend…” she mewled before trailing off into whimpering Yoruba.
She was so sexy, so dumb, so naive and pathetic, but so unbelievably hot. She wanted me to be her boyfriend? Was that what it would take to make taking advantage of her as our family maid okay? I attacked her clit, devouring her cunt as she squirmed and cried out above.
“Yeah, I’m your boyfriend now,” I growled, giving her another deep, possessive lick. It was stupid as hell, but she wanted to hear it. “And you’re my girlfriend.”
Before I knew it, Jumoke was cumming, trembling and shaking as her eyes rolled back, and she crumpled against me, holding my head for support.
She was panting hard, sweating even when she came back to Earth, limbs shaking. She went to sit on my bed, stepping out of her jeans to lay back on it completely, a happy, naked mess. With a lazy smile, Jumoke draped an arm down between her legs, knowing I was watching, fingers sliding into her dripping pussy.
The smell of my woman’s pussy was heavy in the air, clouding my brain with sex. She smiled up at me, biting her bottom lip invitingly, playfully propping her head up on an elbow.
“Mmm…you do me good, you make my pussiee so heppy…”
Jumoke seemed relaxed around me now, accepting this. Wanting it even. Maybe she had the whole time just thought it was wrong. Maybe all she needed was to know I wanted to be her boyfriend, as retarded and childish as that was. But I didn’t care. We were going to fuck, finally.
As I undid my trousers, Jumoke licked her pillowy lips lasciviously, watching me intently with her dark eyes.
I pulled down my khakis down to my thighs, and my monstrous cock sprang free, bobbing as it stood huge and erect before her. It throbbed, pulsing for her, the head shiny and wet with cum. The thick, fat vein on the side of my shaft was bloated, my mushroom head big and proud.
My dick felt like it had swollen even bigger than it had ever been, gaining another inch in my lust for the female that lay before me. My cock felt harder than steel, strong and ready.
I saw Jumoke’s fingers plunge in and out of her cunt more rapidly as she stared at my big dick, mouth opening and shutting in animalistic pleasure, tongue running over the roof of her mouth, then sticking out lewdly – I know she was thinking about tasting it.
I stepped to her on the bed, and she slowly sat up, removing her cream-covered fingers from her cunt. Jumoke got up on her knees, smiling wryly, seductively at me as she reached out to touch it, stroking her thin fingers over its length.
She looked at it with that same wantonness, taking both hands to touch it, measuring its length and girth. Jumoke suddenly covered her mouth and gave out a disbelieving laugh, waving her hand in front of her mouth like she had eaten something incredibly spicy.
“Oh god! Chizi, you cock so beeg, so beeg!” she licked her lips again impishly and wrapped her vag-slick fingers around my member, starting to pump it as she looked up at me, teasing but also pouting in a way that was deliciously submissive. “It so beeg!”
I smirked down at her, lids closing with pleasure from her small hand. She was even more of a slut than I had ever imagined. A gift from the sex gods for all those nights I jacked off alone and all the wasted cum as a sacrifice.
Buy Oniranu Books on DeoluBubble.shop with your card even Cashsapp ($deolububble)!
Buy Oniranu books on Okadabooks. Click here
Buy Oniranu Books on Selar.co from anywhere in the world
This post has already been read 22630 times!
