Must Read Story: My S*x Service To My Principal And Students

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Must Read Story: My S*x Service To My Principal And Students

Me- “….Ella’s friend, what’s your name?”
Juliet- “so you have forgotten my name again. How
many times will I tell you my name?”
Omoh, too many girls to remember. So most times, I
can only afford to remember the ones whom I a
have close relationship with. Even Einstein no fit
recall all the names I hear on a daily basis.
Me- “I’m sorry. I won’t forget again. I promise”
Juliet- “ok o. My name is Juliet”
We became friends and Ella spotted us talking on a
few occasions but she didn’t suspect anything, or
so it seemed.
A few days went bye and she was always checking
on me every single day. One day, she collected my
number and said she would call me that night but I
didn’t hear from her. Next day, she said she was
sorry that she didn’t have airtime to call as
promised. If I hear say I use my money buy credit
for naija girl … God forbid!.
I just collected her number and called her at night.
During the call, I asked if she had a boyfriend and
she said no. I asked if she ever had se:x, she said no
that she’s a virgin (I pray o!).
I told her that se:x is the sweetest thing in the
world, she said her friends says so but that she is
scared. Brothers, the lies that naija girls blow
surprises even the devil himself. I then told her that
I wanted her to visit me sometime she said no
problem.
One day, Ella walked into my staff room and didn’t
greet me. I was alone. She started running her
mouth and saying that I had betrayed her. She said
she took Juliet’s phone and saw our call log.
I didn’t really care, but I didn’t want any gossips
flying around, I needed to keep a low profile. I tried
to brain-wash her but she didn’t let me. She just
left angrily. That’s when I knew I had to sexvice
Juliet soonest and close her chapter or face Ella’s
wrath and gossips.
Next day, Juliet didn’t check on me as usual so I
knew that something was wrong… they probably
must have had a quarrel or something. That night I
called Juliet:
Me- “hi. Can you pay me a visit tomorrow?”
Juliet “sir, you’re sounding too serious. I hope there
is no problem”
Of course! What’s more serious than f**king?. Oh,
my bad…. dying is more serious though.
I kept fantasizing about the different positions that
would suit her slim figure, devouring her small firm
breas:ts, busting a nut on her innocent face, getting
sU-Cked by her thin lips. Ironically, this was as
serious as death…. I was dying to f**k her.
Me- “no, no problems. I just wanted you to come
around and help me with some academic work”
Juliet- “are you sure it’s just that?”
Me- “maybe. I guess so”
Juliet- “I’m always busy on week days cuz I have
siblings to look after till my mum gets back from the
market. I’ll visit you on a Sunday. Hope you’re not
angry?”
Me- “no I’m not. Sunday is fine by me. Take care.”
I remember that it was Tuesday night and I could
not wait till Sunday to fulfill my fantasies about the
very bad but Innocent looking Juliet. Just maybe, I
could get lucky tomorrow and land a new girl to
sexvice.
I had like 20 of them on my ‘hit-list’ and all of them
were willing.
I went out to one of the neighbouring rooms in my
compound to meet my homeboys. My close friend
David travelled for a job. These were also my
friends too, all three of them were sharing one
room. These guys were hustlers trying to make
something out of nothing.
Life wasn’t fair but I guess I was a little luckier than
them. I could relate to their struggle though. They
were smoking w**d, getting high, watching a movie
and playing music at the same time.
We talked and joked about a lot of things (girls,
money, flexing) and they were really funny. They
made me laugh and in that moment, all my worries
were gone. F**k cash, f**k girls… nothing compares
to my homeboys. I stayed with them till it got real
late and then decided to go in and get some sleep.
In my room, i put on Joe budden’s ‘mood muzic 3′
mixtape and lay on my bed. Me and hip-hop again…
food to my soul.
I thought about Sandra. I hadn’t being seeing her
as frequently as before cuz she was going for a
baptism program or something like that. Last time
she called she said “I still love you”. Yeah, right. You
can say that again.
I was missing her but I was also gradually learning
to move on. Days of our lives. Minutes later, I
drifted to dreamland.
*Wednesday at school*
I didn’t have any class to teach so I was just jisting
and having good laughs with Mrs venny (a teacher
and my staff-room mate).
We never talked anything about my relationship
with the numerous girls that used to bug and flock
around me. I wondered if she suspected anything.
Around 10 a:m, I sighted Juliet, she walked past my
office and waved, swinging her hot slim frame. I
waved back. My fantasies came alive again. At that
moment, I just wished that everyone in the school
would disappear so I could f**k her right now!.
Around a few minutes to break-time, I sent for
Juliet. Mrs venny and nkechi (my two staff-room
mates) were out to teach different classes. She
came in, smiling.
Me- “do you have anything doing during break?”
Juliet- “nothing.”
Me- “ok. I want us to go to my house. I want you
to….”
Juliet- “no problem, I will go with you”
Damn! I don’t know where I got the courage from
but it worked!. The break lasts for only 30 minutes
but that would be enough for a quickie. This was
possibly my only opportunity. Odd times calls for
odd decisions.
Almost immediately, the bell went off. Break-time.
More like prison-break but this was real life and
guess who’s playing Michael?. Lol. You know as e
dey go na.
I would have to ‘break’ Juliet out of the school
compound and take her home for a quick sexvice. I
was nervous but my dic:k wasn’t … that nigga was
erect as a cable pole… No conscience whatsoever.
I looked Juliet in the eyes:
Me- “can we go now, are you ready?”
Juliet- “let me go and drop my books in class”
Two minutes had gone already, twenty eight
minutes left. I was waiting for Juliet….