Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

Without hands or any support, I had swallowed almost his whole cock down my throat, and as I came back up for air, I locked eyes with him and smiled.

I needed him to know I was here for business, so I took the plunge down his cock again.

This time, he didn’t scream; he just grabbed the back of my head and held it in place.

In reality, I was trying to snatch his soul.

No one had ever made me cum from just nipple play and grinding. That he was able to do that meant I wanted him around for a long time. The only way to ensure I had him at my beck and call anytime I wanted to fuck was to give him the experience of a lifetime.

All thought of Chibuike left my head as I held Baba Londoner’s cock with my throat. He held me in place for about 15 seconds, and when I thought I would choke, his vice-like grip on the back of my head eased.

When I came up for air, I knew I was a mess.

My eyes had watered, so my sorry attempt at makeup was likely a disaster with mascara streaming down my cheeks. I had salivated on the dick and mixed with my red lip stick that had stained his dick, I knew it was all over my jaw.

Also, my ample boobs were still hanging out of my blouse and the right hem of my skirt was stuck in the side of my g-string with the money, leaving my naked arse in full glare.

Baba Londoner was looking at me like I was a demon from hell. I guess no one had taken his dick down that fast. I was proud of myself, so I settled in to do even better.

I got up, pulled off his shorts fully, placed both of his legs on the floor on either side of the lounging chair and knelt on the chair in the middle of his legs facing the hard, beautiful dick.

I gave him a knowing look and spread my legs a little so I could arch my back well. Then, like a drill sergent, I crossed my arms behind me, cupped my arse for better support and balance and swallowed his dick once again. I had seen this move in one of the porn CDs my stepfather had in his room, and I knew it was a surefire way to make a man cum.

This time, I didn’t delay by keeping the cock in my throat, I bobbed my head like I was sucking sweet lolly and gave him the best blowjob I had ever given.

I bobbed and sucked as Baba Londoner this time grabbed the strands of my schoolgirl shuku hairstyle.

He kept whispering, but I was going too fast to hear him.

After about 30 seconds, I sucked in my cheeks making my mouth like a suction cup and continued to suck.

His whispering grew louder. “Suck it, hard baby…

Sugar Puna…

Lemme fuck your mouth… like pussy.

Sweet pussy… Puna… don’t stop!

This fucking mouth pussy…

Apuna, sweet puna baby… fuck… Puna, suck it… fuck you!”

I didn’t stop, instead, I sucked harder. I was on a mission, and this was the ticket to the pussy pounding I wanted.

At a point, he held my shuku with one hand and used his other hand like a hammer pounding me onto his dick.

“Apuna! Suck me… don’t stop!

Keep sucking my dick…

Puna baby…

On one plunge down, I felt his balls tighten, and I knew he was getting close to cumming, so I pulled out my joker.

I opened my throat and continued to suck, taking him deeper than before.

Baba Londoner screamed, “Oh G*d! Apuna, I’m cumming!”

He grabbed my ears as his hip flew off the chair and held me in place as he came down my throat.

Still, I didn’t stop, I continued to suck and swallow.

Baba Londoner was like a man struck by epilepsy, his eyes had rolled into his brain as he wiggled like a jellyfish.

His scream must have been too loud as one of the teachers from the coaching centre, Mr Steven, ran out and came towards Baba’s chair.

He caught me mid-suck as Baba Londoner was still wiggling in my mouth.

He must have watched us for at least 20 seconds because when I eventually released Baba Londoner from my throat and his eyes returned to normal, it still took him a few seconds to stop twitching, and that scared Mr Steven.

“Is he having a heart attack?” he asked.

Baba managed to shake his head while smiling.

Mr Steven kept glancing from me to Baba’s large and still erect dick in shock.

“What is this …” he said, stammering.

While Baba tried to catch his breath, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, wondering what manner of death my mother would employ to ensure I do not survive another day, when Mr Steven reported me.

But Baba was thinking ahead.

“Mr Steven, calm down, oya come and take.” He grabbed his shorts from the floor where I discarded them and brought out a wad of notes from the pocket, including a few dollar bills.

I think his energy had still not returned because instead of standing up to wear the shorts, he just drapped it over his fat dick.

Mr Steven looked dumbstruck, but I could also see greed in his eyes when he glanced at my naked boobs.

Thinking he wanted to reject the money, Baba tried to placate him.

“Mr Steven, why are you doing like this na? Come closer. No be just suck she suck me? You catch me dey fuck your student? I no fuck am na, abi Apuna.” He said while counting the notes.

“Yes sir,” I stammered, “You never fuck me.” I said, looking longingly at the dick, which was still visible under the shorts.

Mr Steven stumbled forward in shock “But… but… you…”

“But nothing, Mr Steven,” Baba interrupted “The girl is an adult, not a minor, so there is no issue,” he added.

“You know what, oya take.” Baba handed Mr Steven two $50 notes.

It took Mr Steven all of 10 seconds to decide to pocket the money. I guess he realised that there truly was no crime committed.

Knowing that the dollar bills were not enough to prevent, Mr Steven from telling my mother, I whispered to Baba Londoner that I would be back and ran after Mr Steven.

The sated Baba Londoner just waved me off as he continued to catch his breath.

With my bubbly breast still bouncing around outside my top and my jiggly arse in full glare, I chased Mr Steven and tackled him into the side of the primary school. There was a slightly hidden corridor near the stairs to the upper flat where students from the coaching centre kissed and smooched after the primary school was closed for the day. This was where I dragged him to, even as he protested.

I had seen the longing in his eyes, and I knew that I needed to keep him quiet forever, so I pushed him against the wall and backed into him with my arse.

“Apunanwu! What do you think you are doing? Stop that this minute!” he whispered.

I knew from his whispering that he didn’t really mean it. If he did, he would be yelling at me, but the whisper was the proof I needed that he wanted more.

“Mr Steven, if I let you fuck me, you won’t tell my mother abi?” I asked while grinding my arse against him.

“Stop- this- right- now- Apuna.”

His words were so strained that I almost laughed. Instead, I decided to apply pressure. I bent my knees and shot my arse out. Flexing my waist, I lifted his enclosed dick with my arse and wiggled against him as I had seen strippers do in movies. I knew he was going nowhere; his dick was already hard.

“Are you sure? Fuck me na,” I said as I took his hands and placed them on my naked boobs.

It was as if a light bulb clicked on because in one second, he pushed me against the bannister of the staircase that led to the apartments upstairs, and used one hand to unbuckle his belt and trousers.

One would think his trousers were on fire the way he struggled to take it off.

To make sure he understood that I held all the cards and I was choosing to make my pussy available to him, I said, “shebi you no wan fuck. Why you come dey shake?”

Like a child about to be denied chocolate, he began to beg “Sorry na, Apuna. Sorry, I’ll do anything you want.”

I knew I had him where I wanted, so I decided to make my own demands.

“See, all that shout you dey shout for me inside class must stop o.”

“Immediately,” he whispered. “I’ll never shout again.”

I continued, “Those dollars that Baba Londoner gave you, oya bring one, and you must not tell my mother anything ever. I am your best student.”

Mr Steven didn’t think twice about it, he shoved the hand that had unbuckled his trousers into his pocket and brought out one of the 50-dollar notes. He unceremoniously tucked it into my g-string as he continued to struggle with his zipper. The process was hindered because the other hand was firmly glued to my boobs.

I think he didn’t want to let go of it in case I changed my mind.

But at that point, I couldn’t. My pussy was soaking and short of my mother walking in on that situation, nothing could stop me from fucking Mr Steven.

He finally got his zipper open, and shoved his trousers and boxers down at the same time.

The same hand grabbed the flesh of my exposed ass and squeezed as he whispered, “I’m sorry Apuna, you are my best student. All of them don’t know what they are doing. I won’t tell anybody, just give me pussy.”

I didn’t have the time to respond as he let go of my ass and grabbed his dick. He used the dick to push my flimsy g-string to one side and shoved his sizeable dick inside me.

I gasped.

Granted, the dick was definitely not as big as Baba Londoner’s monster, but it was enough for my hungry pussy.

“Mr Steven! You didn’t use a condom!” I queried, but he was too far gone to respond; he was just fucking me.

The stand-up doggy was my undoing because whenever Chibuike fucked me, it was short and loving. But what Mr Steven was giving me was hardcore, unrepentant fucking.

His two hands were now on my boobs and the force of his pounding and pulling me into him meant I had to let go of the bannister. If he let me go, I knew I would fall over.

But I didn’t need to worry as Mr Steven never let go.

I stopped worrying about my surroundings when he began to squeeze my sensitive nipples alongside the hard fucking.

I began to scream.

“EH! EH! EH! EI! Fuck me!”

He seemed to notice my screaming because he yanked my top up and wrapped it over my mouth, holding it in place. With his other hand, he started to smack my boobs. Not hard smacks, just tiny, firm taps that made contact with just my engorged nipples.

From Baba Londoners squeezing to Mr Steven’s smacking, I couldn’t hold on any more, and I started to cum. It was like I was in heaven again.

I was used to Chibuike stopping when I came, but Mr Steven was a bastard. He continued fucking me through the hard orgasm.

“I’m cumming Mr Steven! Fuck! I’m cumming! Ahhhhh!!!!”

My words fell on deaf ears because he didn’t stop.

My pussy was like putty in an expert’s hands as he used his dick to reshape me.

Before long, I was cumming again. It was not suprising because he kept smacking my nipples after my first orgasm. He alternated it in such a way that he would focus on smacking one repeatedly, then, out of the blue, he would switch to the other one. The intensity would again build up on the neglected one that when he switched nipples again, it was like an electric shock running from the nipple straight to my pussy.

By the second orgasm, I was seeing stars.

But I wasn’t alone. He was set to cum too.

Mr Steven’s cumming was erratic; his waist movements and nipple smacking became crazed and uncoordinated.

“Fucking Puna! Ashawo! I’m cumming!” he said, his voice vibrating.

But it didn’t matter again because his words had pushed me into another sudden orgasm, and I felt him shoot cum into my naked pussy as I convulsed.

“Ah! Aaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Fuck this ashawo!” he yelled as he shot the last bit of his cum in my pussy.

As I came down from my third orgasm high, I knew that he was hooked. I also knew that even if my mother showed up now, I wouldn’t be moved – I was thoroughly fucked.

But when I opened my eyes, I saw Baba Londoner standing by the outer wall, watching us.

To Be Continued..