My I.t Sexcapades - S01 E46

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My I.t Sexcapades - S01 E46

Read Story : SEASON 1 EPISODE 46

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 Bosom

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

squeeze.

She just allowed me squeeze her encouraging

me by moving closely into me and soon our

lips meet and a frenzy kiss was conceived

while my both hands squeezed harder. She

gave my pulsating preeek a sharp squeeze

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…”