I was determined to suck and ride it and even though I already knew it was going to be one of the most difficult tasks in the world, I was more than pleased to execute it. In fact, I started frequenting his bathroom window each time I knew he was in there. Just to see his d–k again and again and how I poured c-m from my p—y for mere ogling him. I wasn’t going to let him go. I still believed in my body. Even though I had just turned 32, I still had an amazing figure. My ass was still very round and my curvy hips made it even more obvious! I was going to use this body to get the handsome man! I felt bad for Chike but I just couldn’t help it. Even if Chike were around, it wouldn’t have changed a thing. So one can imagine the feeling now he isn’t. I was going to f–k Mr. Johnson and that was just it. My plan? Simple. My plan was to seduce him into accepting me. While I know it may sound wicked, I just needed to take advantage of his softness. He has always appeared calm and soft-spoken to me and shouldn’t easily cry danger if I began to eat into his manly-urges. I never cared if his wife always satisfied him or not. I never did. I was more concerned about how my body would definitely appeal to him more. My large boobs with puffy areolas. My wide hips and my always deafening ass! They were the weapons and I was going to strike with them. So without wasting any further time, I set out a period to pick up new but old cloths I will begin wearing around the main house in those odd hours when he was usually left at home alone. I amended some while reducing some to show more body parts. In less than two days I was set to give my body to Mr. Johnson and if not for Chike’s return the following day which was a Friday, I had already wanted to get going that very day. Chike was still my sweetheart and the air that I was breathing but even as we f—-d that night, all I imagined was Mr. Johnson’s fat big d–k buried inside of me. I wish you had seen the magnitude of o—-m that rocked me that night. Chike himself was completely stunned! Daniela the snobbish arrogant lady was now next to being on her knees, just to be f—-d! It is still something I never thought was possible some years ago. Back then, despite my obvious extreme libido, I was always very happy to see guys beg to even have a chat with me. I would ‘post and post’ them endlessly but yet refuse to grant them an ear! The ones who ever did f–k me, were the ones I chose to give my body to – maybe because of their size or how good they were with their tool. While they were really many, they didn’t even make up a one-third of the number that couldn’t get a chance with me! I was that hot and I am still hot! If you are just getting to read my story then, you should start from part 1. I am Daniela Chucks and I’ve been telling a tale on my mingling with the Johnsons. They offered me a job of a Housekeeper in their residence and even provided my family an apartment within the same compound. While you might be disappointed at the role, just try understanding that it was only back then. Some 5 years ago. I am no more a housekeeper and I cannot be one anymore. On the general, Mr. Johnson who was a very handsome but devout Christian and a deacon was nice to us and soon we forgot we were once strangers to each other. However, an (un)fortunate incident happened, and I got to see his d–k. A probable 9inch mallet which I never stopped pouring c–t juice for! I still went ahead to voyeur on him a lot more times after that, but soon decided that it wasn’t enough and that the solution was simply to get to f–k him, come what may! It was just too bad he had a wife who also stayed in the same house with him, but that wasn’t going to stop me! I had already concluded my plans, and was now set to execute! On the morning of Chike’s return to Lagos, we both walked the kids to school before returning back to pack up his bags. A part of me felt sad that he was leaving but I still felt what seemed a greater part, jumping in gleeful happiness! Chike w as still my heartthrob but it was just unfortunate that he couldn’t offer me anything close to what Mr. Johnson could potentially do! Mr. Johnson’s d–k was just putting my world on a halt! I needed to have a taste of him, 50 year old or not! I was desperate for sure! So when we were done packing and set, I put on one of my casual tops and a denim pant and walked him to the garage which wasn’t very far from our place. All the time we walked, I did the usual things. I held his hands, hugged him countless times and gave him a peck here and there. I was going to miss Chika after all. To be continued….
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