Must Read: My I.T Sexcapades (18+)

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: My I.T Sexcapades (18+)

He regarded the little swell on my face and the small bruise on my ankle and asked me to be careful, he warned I avoid going out at night for some time. I nodded and thanked him as he left. I was then feeling guilty on how caring he was due to the fact that he sees me as a very responsible young man and wishes his son will be like me. He never knew I shagged his daughter and will shag her countless times more.

It was not long he left that I heard a knock again and I was wondering who else when Jessica came in with a plate that was covered.

“My dad said I should give you” she said as she dropped the food on the floor.

“Thanks” I said beaming with smiles.


I regarded her and noticed she was putting on that same shirt she was putting on that morning before her dad and siblings left for church and not the low cut one that exposed her large dark twin towers.

“Uhmmmm, bad girl you have changed”

I teased her. She giggled sitting down by my side.

“Sleepy head I have knocked before on your door” she said.

“Really? It’s not my fault now I was so…”

and I yawned and stretched to indicate I was tired.

“So whose fault was it?” she asked giving me a sly look.

“You naw!”

She laughed and asked “How?”

“O you don’t know?” I said pointing between her legs. She giggled more and her b0s0m heaved. She was not wearing a bra so it shook violently as she laughed and I never knew when my hands went there on their own and gave the soft melons some strong sq££ze.

She just allowed me sq££ze her encouraging me by moving closely into me and soon our lips meet and a frenzy kiss was conceived while my both hands sq££zed harder. She gave my pulsating preeek a sharp sq££ze and withdraw the kiss, stood up and straighten her shirt.

“See ya” she said and walked out. I watched her with unsatisfied lust leave and immediately she was out of sight I pounced on the food.

It was rice and stew. That was a great meal I went to thank my landlord as I returned the plate along.

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The next morning I managed to clean myself and pulled a spec over my face to help me look better with the swells on my face. Today I was going to know my fate, I just couldn’t wait to get to work to know why my madam really wanted me to come to work. I was also on the watch out for any impending danger.

Finally I arrived work premises, it was around after 9am, an hour late of my normal arrival time. I greeted the security man and he answered me well and made to ask me about my look but I didn’t give him any chance to do that as I walked quickly heading straight to my madam’s office. I noticed Miss Lisa’s door open as I past.

I entered the outer office and paused to compose myself before proceeding to knock and when the reply “come in” came from behind the closed door I turned the knob and entered. As usual my madam was busy typing.

“Good morning ma” I greeted her standing and when she raised her head. Instead of replying to my greeting she exclaimed.

“O my God! I wont have recognised you!

So you were really attacked?”

“No I was the one that rub my face on the wall” I said in my head.

“Yes ma” I replied her.

“O my I never knew it was this serious, I thought you just want to dodge me.

“Sit down dear” she said and went back over to her seat and faced me.

“Tell me, what happened?” She asked
I took my time before I started explaining, I have previously cooked up a story on my head.

I can’t tell her truth now. The last time I tried I knew what I faced. So I took a deep breath and started narrating.

“As I left your house that saturday I was so sad and feeling so bad with my behaviours and foolishness when I entered a cab calling Dutse without bothering to check if it’s an Abuja cab. When inside I sat lost in thought and I can’t recall how long we have gone but I was brought back to my senses when the cab stopped and when I looked up I saw we were in the middle of some bushy road. I asked the driver where we were but he did not answer but rather came to open the door and asked me to come out. When I tried to question him further I saw three men emerge from the bush and dragged me out of the car….”

She made a surprised gesture as I continued narrating
“…so as I try to struggle with them, I felt something hit my head and I passed out.

That was all I can remember” I stopped narrating.

“Jesus!!! So how did you escape?” she asked curiously.

“I did not escape, I later found myself by the road side along Dutse yesterday morning, and surprisingly my phones, keys and wallet was all intact”

She expressed a great shock as she put her hand over her mouth.

“HeeEey! Thank God from saving you from the hands of all this Abuja ritualist!” she exclaimed almost too loud for anyone close by to here.

“This was all my fault!” she exclaimed and I looked at her with surprise. How was it her fault kwa?

“If only I didn’t allow my emotions take over me and asked you to leave this won’t have happened! Am sorry dear” she continued talking and I could see tears form around the orbs of her eyes.

“No ma, am the one that should be sorry, ma am really sorry for what I did, for being a fool and a betrayal…” but before I could finish talking she has come and hugged me saying
“It was all my fault…”