Christmas was a big deal for Jumoke. According to her, her village started celebrating in September and all through the “ember” months: October, November, and December. But this was the only time that our maid contract allowed her to go...
Jumoke was lost in pleasure as I fucked her into the bed, voice hoarse, arms giving out so that her ass was raised further to give me even deeper access. I wedged up against the entrance to her busy, burgeoning womb with every thrust, the depth and...
“Haaah…But I love you big size, love your diiiiick…fill me so good my pussie…” I could feel my cock swell and harden even more than I thought possible at her filthy, flattering words. My woman noticed, humming at it...
I heard my mother’s long moan of anguish, followed by sobbing. Then muted, hateful voices. Then silence. I leaned forward in my chair and put my face in my hands. I couldn’t believe it. Mother actually thought Dad had been fucking Jumoke...
When dinner had been cleared, my father finally made eye contact with Mother. “Alright, let’s just get this over with then.” “Jumoke, could you join us for a few minutes in the living room, please?” Dad called calmly...
At first, I thought I had actually killed him or something. “…Oh boy, Chizi, he’s got asthma…” Olumide murmured ineffectually as they all stared at me in shocked silence. “You talk foolishly like that again and...
“Women can be extraordinary creatures,” he mused. “And an extraordinary pain!” Dad tapped his phone after taking another bite of his chicken. “Don’t you have a bus to catch?” “Uh, yeah. Thanks, Dad...
“How many do you think are in there?” I asked in a soft, possessive growl, throbbing against the underside of her bulging little belly. Jumoke gave me an admonishing but then lovingly wry look at how hopelessly horny I was for her...
Something was wrong. Alone in the darkened maid’s room, the voiceless concern was infectious. The tiled walls lined with pop posters and small shelves started to feel suffocating in the tiny space. As I stood there and tried to think, I...
“AIEE! Chhhhhhhhh! NO! Not when baby in me,” She pleaded in a dismayed but lusty hiss through her teeth, glaring at me with annoyance that quickly melted into wry amazement. “You so BAD! Bad boy, Chizzy Daddy.” Unapologetic...
I felt my cum boil out as my orgasm overtook me, cock bloating inside Jumoke’s mouth. She clamped her lips and hollowed her cheeks as I groaned and tightened my grip on her nape, exploding down her throat. She only gagged a little as she...
‘If you see me drive by, holla at your boy I’ve got more swag, holla at your boy I pop my bottles, holla at your boy Chilling with models, holla at your boy.’ It was 2010, and Wizkid’s face played across the fuzzy screen of...
“I’ll marry you,” I crooned in her ear. That disarmed her immediately. My maid melted in my arms at that kind of commitment. “I’ll marry you.” I said again. “You…marry me? You want me to be your wife...
As she turned back to the kitchen, I could see that Jumoke was walking a little bow-legged, although she tried to hide it. I smirked smugly. I bet her body was still full of my cum. “Jumoke, are you alright?” My mother’s icy voice...
“Ahh…yes…” Jumoke hissed. ” I like how this my maan do me…like an animal…” As I gripped my cock and pressed it against her hot wet pussy, I knew this was it – Jumoke was about to become pregnant...
Swallowing my seed so greedily. I was trembling with excitement at the thought of consummating with and finally breeding her like she so needed to be. I alternated between jacking my cock and reading comics with a candle, giving in to the...
“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...
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...
I pulled her shirt up over her head, and she let me. I let the pink tank drop to the floor as I turned her around, seeing the exotic lady look up into my eyes for the first time, filled with hot shame and need, the pout of her lip bitten, pleading...
“No, Chizi! No!” Jumoke half-shouted, half-pleaded in her thick accent. “I need to work…not here…” Our maid closed her bra in the back and fixed her shirt, not meeting my eyes, as she grabbed her cleaning bucket...
I heard the clank of plates and saw Jumoke over by the sink on the other side of the room. Her back turned to me as she scrubbed the dishes. She was wearing her long black hair, her round ass covered by a pair of old trousers, top a faded blue n t...
Heart pounding, I crept into the kitchen to see for myself. The babe was so freaking fired! Holding my breath, I inched forward in the dim light to peer into her room. Even though I was naked, I was ready to grab a knife from the kitchen too if I...
I lay awake naked on my bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. We were going through another blackout, and the air conditioning was dead. The sweltering Port Harcourt heat was unbearable, even in the middle of the night. I couldn’t sleep...
