sed-ced episode 10

sed-cED (Episode 10)
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Praises Chidera Obiora
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” What about your friend? Do you want to break your friendsh¡p with her? Don’t you think you are betraying your friendsh¡p with Uju? ” i asked holding tight to my half loosened towel that was now sliding down my bum. I watched as Amaka’s hands began to rub my chest and abs.
She brought her l-ips towards my left n-pples and began to s–k upon it like a baby s-cks its mothers br-ast. Her left hands gripped my hærd er-cted manh-od and stroked it vigorously.
Amaka’s hands were so soft. They felt just like the br-ast of a seven year old woman. Her palm was without a scratch . I wondered if she ever used her hands to do any work at home. It was w-t and full of moisture , probably gotten from the sweat she had earlier on cleaned on my forehead.
” Gushhh ! Uche you are so big. You are just the perfect kind of man i have always wanted. You have it all. You are janded. Tonight, you are going to have me from behind. And tomorrow, we’ll have it in the kitchen or may be the bathroom” Amaka whispered.
Her breath crept its way into my ears like a pregnant spider. it climbed into my imaginations and laid its eggs of er*t*c thoughts in my head. I began to pictures myself holding tight to Amaka’s behind and Spanking it from different angles, while i rode her like the hungry starved horse that i was.
” Uche ” Amaka whispered again. ” How do you want it served to you? From the front or do you want it doggy just the way you’ve always loved it? ” she asked.
I looked back at her in amazement.
” How did you know what i want? How did you know just how i love it?” I asked slightly raising my voice.
Amaka’s hands gripped my mouth quickly, covering it with her palm. She stretched her head to take a peep at the corridor, and listened for Uju’s footsteps. When she was certain that Uju was not approaching, she drew back towards me like a serpent
” shhhhhh… You don’t want to spoil this moment do you. Don’t let your wife come out. ”
” How did you know what i like? Why do you do everything so perfectly? You handle me so well like you’ve read my s€× life in a book .” I spoke faintly, whispering in pleasure as my hærd p*n*s was now stroked slowly and even more gently.
” what do you love about what am doing? Why do you say so? ” she asked curiously.
” your touch, the way you s–k my n-pples. How do you know it was the left n-pples i loved most when s—-d. You stroke so perfectly. You tell me sweet words and how good and big i am. Amaka you have been sed-cing me all along, and now my guards are lost.”
Amaka gave a smile. What ever she was doing was working. I had no control over myself. My wh0le org-ns were weakened. My head was shot down and all i wanted was Amaka’s body.
” How did you know? What have you done to me?” I asked with my eyes closed.
” Uju told me everything about your s€× life. She told me of how you have craved and have continuously asked and begged her to give it to to from behind. Well she cant. Your baby girl is still a child in that. She’s not yet ready. ” Amaka spoke .
Uju never let me have it from behind. But yet, she knew that was my favourite s€× position. Not just me, but every young gentle man like me who stares at a woman’s behind when she passes, wishes somewhere in his heart to have it from behind with her someday. But as usual, Uju always complained.
Having s€× from behind was the most painful part of it all. It was a suicide attempt i dare not try to initiate or else, i would spend a wh0le week petting her and serving her hot tea in bed.
It had happened once. I was so carried away after being starved s€× for over three weeks. Uju finally agreed haven’t cleared off the memory of the last pains she felt. I pleaded for it to be done from behind. After countless plead, Uju finally agreed. Just like the bible instructed, she submitted to me, kneeling down like a priest would do when he wants to pray. she bowed her head like a Mallam in a mosque and held a firm grip to the pillows.
I knelt down from behind and happily drew closer to her bum, encouraging her that it was not going to be painful. That day felt like my birthday. I gripped onto my p*n*s like a smoker about to light a cigarette, and located the entrance to her parish in darkness. I slowly led in my hungry animal with all pleasure. Uju gave a loud scre-m that shook my ear drums. She buried her head in the pillows, scre-ming and mo-ning at the same time.
That evening after the s€×, i became a nanny.
I boiled water in the morning for her masarge, made her tea and made sure it was served to her on bed for the next one week that followed.
When i told Patrick about this, haven noticed that i recently started coming to work late and looking tired, he laughed at me. That was a laugh that needed no apology. Ever since then, i promised never to ask for s€× from behind, no matter how i craved for it.
” Uche do you want a blow Job? ” Amaka asked,whispering and breathing heavily in my ears. She landed soft k-sses to my neck and k-ssed my l-ips slightly.
” Y..Y..ye… Please why? ” I stammered uncontrollably, whispering faintly.
She rolled her tongue down my belly, letting me mo-n and breath in pleasure. Her touch was magical; It made me shiver. I was practically enjoying the euphoria of the moment, and praying for God to help me not to cheat on my wife Uju. I was just three months old in my marriage. A faithful husband who never went out in search of what i enjoyed now. A part of me blamed Uju for the temptation i felt now. Somehow she had made this happen by bringing in Amaka to stay with us. Innocently, i ended up becoming the victim of the wh0le thing. I was married but yet Tempted.
A warm feeling took over me. I felt Something w-t, something different from the hands and stroke, from the k-sses and from the n—-e s–k. This one was sweet and moist. It triggered my heart beat and made it beat faster. The pleasure i felt was intense. I opened my eyes to find my p*n*s buried in Amaka’s mouth. She was on her knees appreciating and worsh¡ping my God given and well sized manh-od with all pleasure, just like a servant worsh¡ps his master.
To be continued.
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