“Why you wan give me this?” Jumoke asked as she stroked my cock. “This na for rich giirl, too big, too big for me.” She curled both her small hands around my black shaft and pumped gently, tilting her head as she admired it greedily, chastising me: “This like long-diick, fuck me baby.”
I groaned in pleasure, my dick throbbing in her hands as I heard my maid talk dirty, tapping unwittingly into my deepest fantasy and desire.
“Mm…too big…” she murmured lovingly, giving it a long tug with both hands. Jumoke bit her bottom lip coyly as she looked up at me again needily, starting to pump again, painfully, achingly slowly.
“Make I suck you, ok?” Jumoke whispered submissively. “I want taste you, suck your big diiick.”
“Mmyeah good girl Jumoke, suck my cock,” was all I could manage.
Jumoke closed her eyes as she leaned in and opened her mouth, giving my member a stroke before she tenderly engulfed my head with her cocksucking lips, withdrawing with a slow kiss. She pumped my dick again as her tongue darted out to flick and lick the underside of my cockhead, swallowing it again before working her tongue once more.
I watched in absolute bliss, my big cock wrapped up in her luscious lips, being sucked in her mouth, cheeks hollowed as she worked so erotic to me. Jumoke bobbed her head as she suckled and licked my cock, going deeper and deeper, as much as her little mouth could allow. With each suck, she stroked my member, coaxing it timidly.
As much as I worshipped her breasts and body and cunt, she worshipped my cock with her hands, lips and mouth, moaning softly against my cockflesh. Jumoke eventually had to hold it in both hands as she pumped and pleasured me. Her dark eyes opened as she watched me for a moment, lifting my cock up to bud the pout of her bottom lip over my head and shaft, groaning lustily at the shamelessness of the act before swallowing my cock again.
Jumoke slurped and suckled with quiet noises, bringing me closer and closer to a huge climax. It was an effort on my part not to explode everywhere, needing to keep the seed I had so faithfully built up for her greedy womb.
Eventually, my depraved maid got tired, pulling on my cock to lead me onto the bed as she lay down on her side, teasing out the hairband of her top knot to let her hair fall over her shoulders. She snuggled her temple into the side of my thigh as I knelt down next to her, legs open for her to lie between.
Single-mindedly, my woman began to suck on my cock again, eyes closed in delight. The maid was so wanton, so depraved, so fulfilled by this, her submissive, true whorish nature now so clear. What Jumoke lacked in technique and experience, she more than made up for with enthusiasm.
She pumped me gently, sucking me off as I looked down at her, unable to help myself as my hand slid over her pubic area to plunge my middle and ring finger into her juicing pussy. She let out a desperate moan as she came up for air, free hand urging on my arm to continue.
Her thighs began to rub together as I fucked her slow and deep with my fingers, each breath coming from her mouth a little feminine grunt of lust. She sucked more urgently as her pleasure grew, and we fought – her to take my cum, and me to keep it.
I could feel Jumoke’s slick, hot pussy walls ripple and clamp on my digits as she orgasmed gently, body squirming, then lightly shaking. She got up on her hands and knees between my legs, large breasts hanging down, nipples so fat and ripe.
Jumoke was seductive in her movements, swaying her bouncy ass before she arched forwards, dragging her breasts over the bed to swallow my cock as deep as she could, letting out little female animal grunts of pleasure between slurps as her head went up and down, hair making my naked oriental bitch seem incredibly exotic, primitive almost.
“I want your long diick,” Jumoke moaned as she gasped for air, looking up at me with absolute lust. She turned around to lay down on her back, face underneath my large hanging dick, reaching up to grip it again. “I wan drink your seed.”
That pushed me over the edge. As my maid lifted her chin and sucked me into her mouth again, I grit my teeth and let out a loud cry, feeling my balls tighten and my cock grow in her hands. I exploded in Jumoke’s mouth, cumming over and over again, the mind-blowing orgasm making me see stars.
I felt her greedily swallowing what she could, milking my powerful organ, but there was too much for Jumoke to take it all. Gagging lightly, she had to let my cock pop free, thick white creamy cum running down her chin. My dick kept shooting seed, spraying thick ropes over her slender neck, full breasts and belly. Marking her as mine.
Jumoke lay there languidly, mouth open to try and catch a long, oozing, sticky strand of cum from my cock with her tongue. She swallowed it eagerly, one hand idly massaging the cum on her chest into her breasts. I had to lay back and catch my breath as Jumoke got up, pouting, catlike in her obvious pleasure.
“Your diick too strong, Chizi, so long!” Jumoke both chastised and enthused, sliding a hand over her stomach and then breast, sucking on the cum that she scooped off. She leaned in to kiss my cheek.
“I need to work now, clean house, make dinner for you and Sir-Madaam.”
She gathered up her clothes, practically purring at me. “Abeg rest, do homework, then, tonight, we do am again.”
I lay back as Jumoke left my room smelling of sex. I couldn’t believe what just happened. Shit never worked out for me with women, but now, what, my family’s sexy maid was now my bitch? My girlfriend? I smiled and closed my eyes, thinking of the sex to come. After today, I ached to impregnate her, to make her full with my babies.
And I had to admit, as dumb as she was, Jumoke was kind of sweet – trying to get me to do my homework. I looked over at my neglected desk and shrugged.
Yeah, what the hell.
****
That evening, we had spaghetti for dinner, the one dish Jumoke knew how to make really well. She knew they were my favourite, and she had slaved over the stove and went out special to buy the ingredients to make everything by hand. Dinner was family style, with spicy chicken, green beans, tomatoes and minced meats all ready to go around a glass of fruit juice.
After we were all at the table, Jumoke served me first. She showered and had on her blouse again. Her hair was pulled back in her usual work ponytail. My maid gave me a sultry look the whole time, sharing a secret smile when she didn’t think my parents were looking. I smiled slyly back, knowing that right now, a generous amount of my seed was in her stomach.
“Jumoke, what’s this?” Mother inquired coldly, bitchily at the food that had been set before us. “Tonight is egusi soup. It’s on the schedule I gave you,” she enunciated condescendingly, as if talking to a child who had no grasp of English – like Mother always did with Jumoke. “Do you not understand?
What were you doing all day anyway, if not going out to buy dinner, like I asked you? Our bathroom wasn’t cleaned, did you know that? Do you not want us to have a clean bathroom, Jumoke? Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
“S-sorry, Mad-aam,” Jumoke stuttered fearfully as she bowed her head. “I am sorry, I know no -”
“I asked her Mom,” I cut in, staring, not liking the way she was treating my woman. “Calm down.”
“Oh, Mr. Man, So you are in charge of the house now?” Mother said flippantly, frowning coolly at Jumoke while my father ignored the entire exchange, deep in his newspaper. “You don’t work for him. You work for us, do you understand? There are plenty of other maids who are just dying to work in a house like this, for cheaper, and don’t waste time looking pretty!”
“I like Jumoke,” I said, a hard edge to my voice. “Don’t you like her too, Dad?”
“Yeah, she’s fine,” my father said noncommittally as if Jumoke wasn’t even in the same room. “I like dinner. Let’s just have dinner, everyone.”
My mother hissed, settling back into her seat and refusing to eat as Jumoke escaped back into the kitchen, giving me a worried but grateful look.
Mother was pissed. As soon as I excused myself to go to my room, she started arguing with my father again. I loitered around the corner to listen – most of it how my mother thought I was being a little brat and how I was an embarrassment, but especially that running the house was her job.
That night, a thunderstorm kicked up, lashing rain at the windows and whipping the mango trees outside to bend and groan in the wind. The power, as expected, got knocked out about an hour into the downpour, plunging the household into a sweltering darkness.
You would think the rain would make the house cooler, but no way. Humidity was in the triple digits and rising inside. We had lanterns and candles to bring out, but my mother just started complaining about the country and went up to bed, my father following dutifully after her.
I went to my room to lay on my bed like I had when this first started, idly stroking my big, rock-hard naked cock and thinking about my maid. She was probably getting ready for me now. The anticipation was killing me as the rain intensified outside, howling and whistling as lightning lit up the neighbourhood and gave way to dark, echoing thunder and frightened barking dogs.
I waited as long as humanly possible, absolutely unable to get the incredibly erotic images of Jumoke sucking me off out of my head.
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