Remote Control II

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Tunde: Main Character

Titi: Main Character/ Chief Onipe’s Lost Daughter

Jumoke: Chief Onipe’s second wife/All things evil

Chief Onipe: Tunde’s former boss/Murdered

Chief Onipe’s brother: Mysteriously dead/Possibly murdered

Soga: Titi’s now ex boyfriend. Not featured in Part 2. Only 1 so far

Sope: Titi’s bestfriend. Mentioned but not in focus yet.

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“Tunde! Tunde! Tundeeeeee!”

 “Huh!” I snapped back into reality! She had been calling me but my mind had drifted away.

 “What’s going on?” I asked.

 “I’ve been calling your name but you seem very distracted. Is it because you missed me so much?” I looked at her startled.  “Oya, let me show you how much I’ve missed you”.  She began kissing my head as I sat on the edge of the bed. From my forehead, she worked her way to my lips. My mind began to travel again.


How was Titi doing?

Since she stormed out of my apartment last week, I hadn’t heard from her. I was worried. She blocked me on all social networks and just left me with no idea of how to contact her besides going to her house or her work place. I also had to play it cool last Thursday when we all went out on the island because her boyfriend who is an acquaintance was there.

 What am I going to do?

I looked down as I lay on my back as this one pulled my pants down. She looked up and smiled at me, I faked a smile back. She pulled out my dick and noticed it was limp. I wasn’t focused. I wasn’t there. Sigh.

“You’re not happy to see me Tunde?” she queried with a hint of hurt in her voice.

“Noo babe, I am. I’m sorry. Just a lot on my mind” I said.

“I know! That’s why I’m here to set your mind at ease” she said with a wry smile on her face taking my slowly hardening member into her mouth. 

 Making it nasty was her MO. She knew what she was doing. Experience was her thing. I began to harden fast.  Up and down she slobbered on my member, teasing the tip as she put it into her cheek. It drove me nuts! I was now fully hard. She was stroking it with both hands while she worked her tongue all over it. Damn! She was good. Very good. The feeling went into overdrive when she took my balls into her mouth. Like a “real” man, I clutched the sheets trying to stay as quiet as possible but she knew how to work me. She started playing with them in her mouth; I began to let out gentle moans (my guys can relate). I wasn’t going to let her make me moan like a “pussy” but it was sooo good. She then moved back to the shaft and the speed was up. She worked her head up and down with such precision and pace as her lips clamped onto my manhood whilst she twirled my balls in her left hand. I was nearing it. 

 And then it happened! A couple of very manly grunts (trust me they were manly; I think) and I spilled out a full load into her wanting lips. She held still until I was done and then she did it. The one thing every guy hates after he has just dropped a load; she started sucking! I wanted to lose it but I had to keep it together. She was looking up at me as I had my mouth open in disbelief that she was doing this. I tried to push her head off me but she only clutched tighter and sucked harder as if to milk every drop out of me. I was running mad. 

 Then she got off me and proceeded to drop her panties. As I tried to get up and reach for a condom, she pushed me back onto the bed and said “I’m fucking you today” and then she positioned herself over it and slid it into her.  She gasped.

 Placing her hands squarely on my chest, she began to ride…Hard! Working her ass on my piece, up and down she went. I was looking for a way out but I couldn’t. I just laid there and let her work. She was fucking me harder than usual though, as if sending a message. I understood that in her other relationship she was probably not getting enough love and so I was the one she was taking all that aggression out on. It felt good but I wanted power. I looked into her eyes and they said “just lay there and let me get mine” she continued to pump harder, up and down as her breasts bounced in front of me. She was about to hit her climax and she put her hands back on my chest and began digging her nails into me. She held hard and bounced her lovebox on my dick harder and harder. Then she hit, she began to moan my name “Tundeeee…. Ahhh!!!! Yesssss!!!!” I just lay there wondering how I even contributed to this one that she’s yelling my name. Her legs were shaking and her eyes rolled back into her head as I felt fresh juices flowing out of her onto my dick.  

 Breathing heavily, she slowly got off me and asked if I wanted to cum again, I said “no.” She said okay as she walked into the bathroom to clean up. A few minutes later she emerged almost fully clothed, I was still laying in bed on my back with my limp dick tipped over to the right. She joked and said “He looks tired. He should rest, I’m going to need him tomorrow.” I looked at her in disbelief. She wanted more?!?! 

 What is wrong with this woman? 

She sat at the other end of the bed putting on her watch and earrings. She asked “how much was the thing?” My heart dipped. I responded “2.5” as I got up put on my clothes. She got up and handed me two cheques and said “The one for 4 million is yours. The other one for eight hundred thousand is for the hotel for the next 6 months. Give it to Dipo downstairs and tell them I asked for extra towels. Next time, I want enough towels” she kissed me on my forehead and continued, “Use the remaining 1.5 million to pay for your London ticket and shopping. I’ll see you tomorrow” and she left the room. I sat there with both cheques in my hand. What have I become? A boy toy? Sigh. This life is just a…

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I had been working at the company for about 6 months when fate or the devil had brought Chief’s Onipe’s second wife into my life. Chief Onipe was my boss and owner of the stock broking company and my mentor. My cousin had gotten me the job and we worked together. It was decent pay for a new college graduate and I was grateful and then one day, everything changed. Chief Onipe was partners with his younger brother who the town believed was envious of him but since they both made a boat load from money laundering (moving and hiding money for the rich in the nation) it never seemed like it was a big deal. 

 On this god-forsaken night, I was leaving the office late as usual as I was worked like a dog when I heard two gunshots. The shots came from Chief’s office; I knew he was working late also so I ran in there to make sure he was okay. Running towards his office, I saw my cousin running out of his office. I immediately tried to stop him, but all he said was “run!” Till today, I feel like I ran in the wrong direction because I continued into chief’s office while my cousin ran away and in there, next to his coffee table lay chief Onipe; he had been shot twice in the chest area. I tried to put pressure onto the wounds but Chief couldn’t hold on much longer and he was gone. His blood on my hands, I stood up confused and looked around, the back door in his office was open suggesting that someone had gone out that way. I ran out of the office towards the front exit and there, standing outside the door was Chief’s brother and business partner. He had ordered the hit and wanted my cousin to be the fall guy but he had escaped and like I said earlier, fate or the devil caused me to walk into an unlucky situation.

 Chief’s brother held my hand and smiled. He said to his Hench men. “I guess he will have to do.” I was taken away and jailed for almost two months. On the day, I was put into prison, chief’s brother and now CEO of the company was there and asked the DPO (Divisional Police Officer) to keep my case on low as to not draw media attention to it. I was thrown into jail for a crime I did not commit and because it was a lawless land, I shut my mouth up and thanked God for the fact that I was still alive as they could have ordered a hit on me too to ensure I never spoke of what I saw that night.

 Miraculously, I was released on a Sunday afternoon about two months later. The DPO told me the case had been solved and I was free to go. I was confused but glad. My poor mother must have thought I was dead as I used to routinely contact her every week before I was jailed. 

 As I walked out into what I thought was freedom, there stood Chief’s second wife, Jumoke. She introduced herself but I already knew who she was. She had just married Chief Onipe about 5 months before I started the job. She motioned me to get into the back of her car which I did and then she began to speak telling me about how Chief’s brother had died in a car accident a few weeks prior and she had been “willed” the company by Chief Onipe when he died. I still wasn’t sure how my release came about though. I figured she had a hand in it but I didn’t know how or why. Then she pulled out a folder, in the folder it had my pictures of when I was jailed and information on both my mother and younger sister. It contained documentation from a successful heart surgery for my mom which I had been saving up for before I went to jail and how my sister was enrolled in a top university in London. All thanks to her generosity towards my family. She also explained that she had also secured me a job in another top firm for a position that came with a car and my own place. I kept thanking her but she stopped me and said , “I’m just doing my part and if you do yours, there is much more to come”. It made no sense to me, so I asked what she meant “ what do you mean ma?” I asked and she replied “I know you saw what happened that night and for the sake of your life and that of your family, you will never say anything to anyone about it. Okay sweetie?” She continued “You’re like a remote control in my hands, I press and you respond… You don’t well, I’ll take the batteries out of you”  


 I was done. What in the world was this? 

 I find out later on that she actually ordered the original hit on Chief Onipe in collaboration with his brother who she also later had killed to wrestle control of the company and all of Chief Onipe’s wealth. She told me that she was not afraid to kill and so if I make her happy I’d stay alive. 

Can you see my life?

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That was all 2 years ago, I have continued to let her fuck me and use me as her boytoy whenever she wants because that’s the life I have now been given. I felt a new lease of life as I walked out of that jail cell that day but I realize that I walked into a life of pain. I have not been able to hold down a serious relationship because of the fear of what this woman would do to me. Even as much as I love and care about Titi, I’ve always had to keep her at arms length to avoid her knowing anything.

 I still hadn’t talked to Titi since she stormed out of my apartment that day when I was talking to Jumoke, Chief’s wife. She didn’t know the full story and I was ready to tell her because all of this had been depressing me. I had saved enough for us to run away and live in another country and avoid Jumoke’s wrath but she was still avoiding me. So I set out to get her back, I stopped by the store to buy some flowers and some shoes when I ran into Titi’s best friend and another friend. They walked up to me and the best friend enthusiastically said hi and hugged me. We chatted for a bit and when she began walking away I overheard her say “That was Titi’s guy. She wanted to leave her boyfriend and settle with this Tunde but she found out he’s a player. Cool, but shady guy” her friend said “And he’s handsome o… What a shame” I was stunned! Where in the world would she have gotten that? Oh wow! See these gossipy women. I made my way to Titi’s house and let myself in. I announced myself as she came to the balcony inside the house and said, “What are you doing here? What do you want?” I told her I just wanted to explain. She said there was nothing to explain and that I should leave. I didn’t listen and began walking up the stairs towards her. She said she was getting ready to meet with a client and this was not a good time. I begged to differ. I began to beg her as I tried to explain but she wasn’t having it, she continued to put on her make up in front of the bathroom mirror. I laid the flowers down on her bed, put the bag of shoes next to it and then walked into the bathroom, I held her from behind and I felt her soft body fill into mine. 


I got on my knees with her still facing forward and I began to pull her panties off. 


“No, no, no” she said. “You’re not going to sex your way out of this one.” She continued. I didn’t stop, planting kissing around her soft ass as I pulled it off. And then I bent her over the sink, and stuck my tongue into her already wet creampie. She began to moan, muttering no and yes in the same sentence. I was deep in it. Swirling my tongue inside her, my beard was soon covered in all her juices. I was apologizing. A few moments later I whipped out my package from inside my pants and smacked her ass with it. Then I began to put the condom on. “We don’t have time for this right now Tunde. We need to stoooooppp” she moaned as I slid into her. Making eye contact with her through the mirror, back and forth we went. I was holding her waist while kissing her cheeks as my rock hard member ploughed through her. She was moaning and smearing all her makeup all over my face and the mirror. I bent and held her down so I could ram into it more.  The view was perfect, her body at my mercy and me being able to see the work I was putting on her body was amazing.  A few minutes later, I was cumming. It was a quick one. She began putting her clothes on when the bell rang. “See! She’s already here and I’m late. I don’t even have my portfolio done yet” she snarled. “It will be okay sweetie, you got this” I told her and kissed her forehead. “Thanks, but you still have some explaining to do” she told me as she walked downstairs. I stood in front of the mirror and washed my face, making a note to wash my beard that was now covered in drying pussy juice properly. I flashed that signature smile every guy gives himself after putting a good one on a lady and then I left to the room.

 I could hear her meeting going on and she was talking to some lady and then her phone began to ring. She could hear it because she yelled out to me to please bring it down to her. I walked to her bedside to pick it up when I noticed a picture of Titi, her mother and what looked like a young Chief Onipe. I was taken aback! Wow!

Was she? Nooo, I thought to myself. It couldn’t be. Was she Chief’s only child that left with her mother when Chief kicked her out about 10 years ago? There had been rumors but none ever confirmed. My brain was racing. I began walking down the stairs to her when I glanced up and heard my name. “Tunde!” with surprise. It was Jumoke. She was the high profile meeting. I stood there stunned. 

 What in the world is going on?

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Remote Control

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My thumb was hurting from liking every pic on my Instagram timeline. Well, excluding Cynthia’s, she’s a bitch. Story for another day.

Zzzzz…. Zzzzz…. Zzzzz…

I really didn’t want to check my phone as I was trying to convince myself that I was going to sleep before 2am.a


I still ignored, keeping my eyes glued to my alarm clock on the right side of my bed with my back to my phone. It seemed to be the only way to get any kind of sleep as my sentencing to a life as an insomniac continues.


Oh fuck it! I turned around and cut the vibrating notification midway. The super bright lights of my new IPhone were blinding my eyes. I punched in the code and opened up my Whatsapp messaging. Sigh. It was Tunde.

Tunde and I have been an on and off thing for a few years now. I think 4 to be exact. We met in my second year of University, his last. He was funny, charming and he wanted me. Everything he said or did, showed me that I was the woman he wanted but I didn’t want him. I had my eyes on someone else. Someone I thought at the time was “badder and better” than him. His name was Shile. But this isn’t about him.

Time has passed and water has sailed under and rained on the bridge of our friendship and Tunde has still been close. We were much closer than this until he graduated and secured a great job. He started to take better care of himself, his style changed, even the kind of girls attracted to him were classier. Heck! I’d say he found his real swag and was swimming in confidence.

New job. New car. New apartment. New Tunde.

I sometimes had to remind myself that this was the same dude that was offering me a rose a few Valentines’ ago and I totally shut him down. I’m surprised I did all that to him but he still stayed and didn’t cut me out of his life. Last year around my birthday, my boyfriend at the time decided a few weeks ahead to go to South Africa on business and subsequently missed my birthday. He was away talking about “I’ll bring your birthday gift back for you”. I was like no o! Keep whatever they’ve given you there to yourself. Ass.

I was home most of the day when Tunde hit me up and asked me to dinner for my birthday. I didn’t have any other plans but I didn’t want to seem pathetic so I told him to let me see if I could move things around and then maybe we could go. We went out that night and I had an amazing time. He was such a gentleman and his gift, a nice Versace perfume set was one of the best I got that day. That night, it happened.

Weeks later, I began to see myself falling for Tunde but he was different now. Still sweet and caring but I constantly felt like I was now having to duel for his attention with other women. Things were not the same. He replied my texts late, didn’t always call back when he said he would and was sometimes too busy to hang out, even when I was the one offering my time. It was like he’d figured the right line where being a nice guy and an asshole crossed and never really crossed to either side.

We’ve had sex a few more times since then but it was always this pattern. He would hit me up late at night to either come through or vice versa. We handle our business and then gone. For the most part while I was talking to my new man, I didn’t mind. Tunde’s dick game was good and so I played my part like a team player and caught the pass whenever it was thrown my way. Don’t you even dare call me a hoe!  Because I know you have one guy like that in your life. We all ain’t shit.

I had sworn I wouldn’t do this anymore. It was a new year but here I was fixing my booty shorts making sure that my butt was hanging out just enough. I wasn’t wearing a bra so I was ready to go. I slipped on my stripped blue and yellow socks, grabbed my keys off the dining table and out the door I went.

Looked at the clock and it was now 2:19am. I had 41 minutes to make it down to his place, those mallams close the gates at 3am and it can be a pain to have them let you in. I was already on the bridge to the island when I realised how I was dressed could end up being a problem. I could see the tiny white light ahead on the way. The policeman was waving his flashlight and motioning me to park.  He motioned for me to wind down my window, which I did.

“Madam, where you dey go at this hour?” Asking me where I was en-route to. “Don’t you know these streets are dangerous and they can harm you?” he continued. I had to lie.

“Oga I know o, I dey go pick up my friend from her boyfriend house. She just call me say dem dey fight”. I told. He seemed truly concerned for a bit and said “make I follow you go there?”  while he looked down my low cut Mckenzie T-shirt.

“No need sir, she no dey in danger”. He looked at me again and smiled as if seriously holding his tongue from saying something inappropriate and then he told me to go ahead and be safe.  Sigh, I shook my head.


I cursed. Glancing at the car clock, that exchange had set me back another 4 minutes. I would be so pissed if I had to talk my way into that apartment because of this useless police officer. Hitting 80mph, I barely made it there as I pulled in the parking spot it was 2:57am. Close.

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 The next challenge was getting up to his apartment. For as nice as his apartment was the worst part about it was the fact that it was on the 12th floor and in this country, Nigeria, if there was no light? Welp! You were pretty much screwed. There was light at his place but the apartment complex would not use the generator they were using to power the elevator so I had to walk. Right before I started walking upstairs, I asked myself it was worth it. 4th floor and my calves were starting to feel it but I kept on walking. I was going to make it up.

I finally arrived at the door. I heard the locks click as the door opened up. There he was… 6’2, broad shoulders, a full beard with that wry smile and that deep voice he said “good morning”. I swear I felt my knees buckle as I attempted to hide the smile on my face. He bent down to hug my tiny 5’5 self, his huge arms wrapped around me. I could feel his hard member down there on me as he pushed in on the hug.

He lifted me up, straddled me and kissed me. My butt cheeks in his strong hands. My mind began to wander as he carried me to his bed. He began kissing me around my neck, my eyes closed, my head kicked back and I was floating.

The words “The Midas Touch” raced through my mind as his tongue gently brushed my shorts again, this time a little firmer, pressing the material against my cream-pie until felt my shorts absorb my juices. I was so wet. Again passed his tongue and he could feel my now sodden shorts as they clung to every contour of my pussy. My warm juices rubbed on his tongue as I watched him move his hand to his mouth to taste it. As his hand returned down south I could feel my body tense up anticipating his touch. Moving back to my quivering thighs, I could feel his tongue start trace a wet trail. I closed my eyes.

As I opened my eyes I felt his tongue press into me. In my confused state I feel my body shifting but his rough tongue grazing my clit is still a shock for me, causing my hips to buck beneath me. His face is now pressed against me and I could hear him come up for air as he inhaled deeply, he wanted to enjoy this moment, to savor all of me. Bit by bit, I could feel all of me go as he took control of me. His tongue searched the walls inside of me. I could no longer control it. His tongue, his unstable tongue moved at such speeds that it was illegal to make someone’s body feel that way.  I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. There was a height of pleasure that he was taking me to that was higher than the 12th floor we were on.

He came up and looked deep into my eyes, like a savage animal ready to feast or a wronged person looking for revenge. My chocolate juices smeared all over his beard, he pulled down his shorts. There it stood, the area around it completely bare. It was hard, so hard I feared for myself and there he went. He bent down as if to put it inside me. I grab the sheets and let out a huge gasp as it slid inside me.

Fuck! It was huge!

This was exactly why I climbed up 12 flights of stairs and I would do it again. He began to pick up the pace. In and out he went. His hands clutching my breasts as they bounced up and down with each thrust. I was moaning shit that I can’t seem to recollect right now. Tunde was hitting it good. I remember saying his name at least a million times and he loves that shit. Hearing his name like he was the star player of a team that had just made the winning goal. The harder he pounded, the more I yelled his name. I could see him nearing explosion but I wasn’t done yet so I asked him to lay on his back and got on top of him. Squatting onto his rock hard package I let it all slide inside me, up and down that ass went on his member. I could tell he loved the view. My ass still bouncing on his hard dick, he placed his hands on my waist to control my movements and I knocked them off.  He was going to feel every corner of this pussy on his member. And then he did it, he pulled my hair while I was riding him, he pulled my hair! I was caught off guard but I kept on going. My head kicked back, my tits continued to bounce in the air as I worked on that wood.

Minutes later Tunde puts me into position on the bed on all fours. I grabbed the sheets tighter, feeling his dick in my gut. It was hitting all sorts of things that I could not explain. Deeper with each thrust, I lost all feelings in my legs. I was holding for dear life as he had one side of my waist in his right hand and my hair in the other. He absolutely loves that doggy position. Occasionally he would smack my ass to remind me who was working here. I placed my head into the pillows to drown out my moaning as I was going insane. This was it. This was one of the reasons why I wanted him so much. I needed every inch of him in me.

He was nearing his max as he put his long strong arms on my shoulders and started to thrust harder, like a scene out of the movie 300, he yelled “Argh!!!!!!” as he let out a full one inside his condom. He shot it all out. And it went limp, like a once powerful but now fallen empire, his package dropped out of me. Like a cheerful giver, he returned down to the scene of the damage he just caused and began massaging my clit with his tongue. The heat from his mouth on my pulsating clit was driving me insane. I was about to cum… Gahd!!!! I went silent as I neared my climax and he kept on going! His tongue was driving me crazy and then….


I let out in the loudest scream I have ever let out. I was weak, confused and satisfied. Fuck! Tunde came up and kissed me on my forehead and that’s all I remember.

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I smelled eggs. Sausages maybe? I could hear someone cooking. I slowly woke up and turned to my right side to check for Tunde, he wasn’t in bed. The sun was shinning into the room and from the 12th floor the city had a great view. It was 10:44am. I reached for my phone on the bedside and unlocked it while thinking about how I knocked out last night. Instagram notifications, twitter notifications, emails, texts but no missed calls. Great!

As I was putting the phone down and packing up my hair, Tunde walks in; he’s on the phone. He drops a tray he was holding in my lap. He’d made me breakfast in bed. I was beaming from left to right on my face when I heard him say to the person on the other end of the phone ‘babe, when are you coming over?”.  I was shocked. I had a piece of sausage in my mouth and I chewed like a sick child rejecting his food. What?!

He then looks at me and asks, “when are you leaving again?”. Still stunned I said soon. He responded with “Okay”.

So Tunde has a girlfriend?! Did he just kick me out in some way? I was angry. I couldn’t think straight. I packed my stuff and hurried out without saying bye. He tried to stop me, I think to explain some crap but I wasn’t having it. I cursed as I hurried down the flight of stairs. How could he be so cruel? And why the hell did this walk of shame have to start from 12 floors off the ground?!

I made it into my car and tears began rolling down my face. And then my phone rang. It was my boyfriend, Soga, probably wondering where I was. I took a deep breath and then answered, “hey babe” I said trying to stay calm. “Morning my love, where are you? I’m outside your door and it’s locked” he said.

My heart sunk. Why today?!  Where do I start?!  What do I say?!

“Babe!!! Remember, I told you I was staying at my friend Sope’s house.” I lied. “I didn’t know you were coming” I continued “but I’ll be there in a bit okay?”

“Okay my love” he said.

I hung up and held my head in my hand. “What the fuck have I done?” I cursed under my breath.

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It’s lunchtime. Long day but its only 12:42pm and I’m making my way out of my office, all I can think about is you, or maybe the lemon chicken pasta that I was hoping to have after I picked you up.

A short cab ride and a few extra blocks walked and there I was at the foot of your 35 story of office. “Thank God for elevators” I cursed under my breath. Little did I know that it would be a phrase that would become legendary to us forever… I texted you to let you know that I was there and you replied with “come up for a second baby I’m just finishing up a document here”. So I proceeded to enter one of the elevators, flanked by a couple of what I suppose were Chinese delivery men for a holiday party or something. A few stops later and we were on your floor. I stepped out and shared a smile with the lady going into the elevator. A quick catch up chat with your assistant Janet and there I was standing in the doorway of your office. “Hey baby” I whispered as I made my way around your table to plant a kiss on your forehead. You smiled as we locked into this short but inviting kiss. In our 8 months together, you had mastered the art of “giving” me little but accomplishing much because I needed that kiss in that horrible day. Our kiss broke and I leaned down to hug you, I got hit by your strong but soothing whiff of your perfume that led me to plant a kiss on your neck. I started kissing your neck till you said “stop it babe I’m at work” with a chuckle. I responded with “it won’t be the first time we’d have done it here”. You smiled as your mind quickly drifted to that memorable late late night that we shared on the very desk you sat on.  We proceeded to leave and as you gave your assistant late instructions, I shot a text to mine asking her to move my 2pm appointment to 3pm. We were heading towards the elevator and oh! The sight I was looking at. You were in that sexy pencil skirt that curved at the right places with those red heels from your birthday. All of it was complimenting you sexy blue blouse. I wanted you. I wanted you bad. I pushed the elevator button and turned around with a smirk on my face about a minute later, it opened up behind me; empty. That hardly ever happened whenever I came over to see you, there were always way too many people coming in and out of your building. As we stepped in, a quick dirty thought popped into my head. I drew you close with my right arm around your lower back and then I held the “door close” button right between floors 17-16. 16 floors was a long way to go but thankfully, the building had 3 elevators but I knew that this one was not going to be getting used today. I started to use to undress you with my tongue firmly patrolling down your neck and passionately searching your body my hands explored. I straddled you on me as my hands pulled up your skirt. Carrying you up and carefully lodging your right heel into the button to make sure the elevator stayed put. I then proceeded to move your panties and you looked deeply into my eyes; conflicted. You muttered with a thin line between begging and wanting “this is bad babe” and I thought to myself holding my smirk “not for us it wasn’t”. I held you up while I dropped down to my knees to taste the juices flowing out of you. I felt my mouth water as I approached your pink with my tongue and my nostrils sprayed hot air onto the insides of your thighs. You start to moan lightly uttering inaudible while trying to keep your voice in check. I began to eat deeper and you let out a loud moan as you glare at me to warn me to keep it in check. How I loved being down? It was so wet my beard, chin and lips soaked in all the goodness flowing out of you. Watching you try so hard not let go of the button as your other hand ran through my hair.

The pace gathered as you could not contain it. It was like hanging for dear life as your eyes rolled back into you head. Sweat dripping on my face as I was working hard to lap up every drop that flowed out of you. “Babe!!! This feels so good” I heard you finally put together but “please stop. Stop. It’s too much” you continued to say. I loved to hear you beg because you always talked a mean game before I laid my hands on you. With your hand still firmly on the button I turn you over and on your feet, I spread your legs apart and I slid my piece into you from behind. I slowly begin the daring journey into giving you every bit of pleasure. With each thrust came a moan as the thrusts became deeper and the stroked longer. The moans began to get louder and then you looked backed and said to me very slowly as “is that all you got, I need faster and deeper baby”. I felt like a tank of nitrogen had been released into my blood stream as I began to ram into your pink with precision and determination. Now your moans began to border on yelling in pleasure but I dared not stop or let up. I secretly began to fear that your sounds would travel through the elevator shaft and alert someone but we kept going and I turned you around. Now with your beautiful and flawless face facing me, I straddled you on top of me as I slid my rock hard member into you again. Up and down, I thrust as you were also grinding on my dick. Your hands around my neck tightly you clung on and moaned all sorts of profanities into my ear. I think the thrill and the shock in the fact that it was actually happening added to the heat that was coursing through you. Begging me not to stop, you were asking me to “fuck you harder” pleading for the safe handling rights of your pussy, you cursed and yelled out telling me not to “fucking stop”. Sweat dripping from my head to my back, your fingers dug deeper into my back cutting up my skin. The open “wounds” stung as sweat flowed into them as I cringed and maintained my composure as I held your butt cheeks in my hands as you hung around me mid air. As we both neared our climax you looked deeply into my eyes for a few seconds and then your began to kiss me passionately and rode that wave of pleasure as we both peaked. I exploded inside you while you received me into you like a favorite restaurant would welcome its patron with warm bread; my dick felt at home as it began to shrink from a full workout. I dropped you while locking into another kiss. We both chuckled as we put our clothes back on and straightened ourselves out and then it happened, the elevator started to move! Even with my hand firmly on the button! Fuck! Someone must have put the elevators into override and the security must have taken control of it to force it down. We rushed to put our clothes back on, straightened ourselves up and stood like nothing had happened even when the whole placed smelled of sex. The elevator traveled down as we smiled at each other

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We locked into another kiss!

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The elevator door slid open and there in front of about 12 people eagerly trying to get onto the elevator we had held, we smiled and made our way past them. The guys at the security desk smiled at me and gave me a thumb up as if to congratulate me on my good works and then it hit me! The elevators had cameras! They had installed them about a month earlier. I told you as you turned and looked at me mortified to your bones. We made our way into the cab, I glanced at my watch; it was 1:37 pm. We had been in there for a full 48 minutes. I remember telling you next maybe we should have just taken the stairs. Oh well! The way I was feeling at that moment I’m pretty sure I would have taken you in that cab but hey, one heart attack was enough per day. I need your heart to be functioning when I take it to the next heights but for now, lemon chicken anyone? 🙂 





I heard my phone buzz and the text read “I want to make love to you on a balcony overlooking a city with night lights. Chilly wins hardening your nipples as my member, thrusting in and out of you provides burning heat between your legs. And your juices flow onto my dick as our thighs slam together. We’re in sync with thrust and pull like synchronized swimmers. Your knees start to buckle as I hold you by your waist to support as your ass checks bounce on my dick with every deeper thrust” It sent chills down my spine as I once again decided to get up and put my clothes on. I knew it was late but I was hooked. 


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