Mr Lecturer Season 1 episode 17

***MR LECTURER***
Episode 17

Seriously my decision to move on with Comfort was very insane and totally uncalled for, but just like most christains i blamed the devil for corrupting my mind. Nevertheless there was this spirit of adventure, a strange kind of sensation that found its way into my body, blinding me from seeing the thick line of reality especially whenever comfort was before me.

Just like i said in previous episodes, i never had many sexual adventures prior to my marriage, so the feeling of being wanted by a beautiful young lady who equally assured me of every secrecy i could ever ask for really got into my head. I doubt if any of you guys reading this story will be able to resist Comfort supposing you were in my position.

Two days later, I did a very unusual thing by inviting her to my house. She showed up at exactly 7:45pm that Thursday evening looking very stunning in a sexy revealing gown.

โ€œi canโ€™t believe you actually invited me here. What a good start in our relationship but how about your wife?โ€ she asked as she walked into my apartment.

โ€œsheโ€™s out of town. Iโ€™m here all aloneโ€ i breathed quietly.

โ€œArenโ€™t you bothered that someone, probably a neighbour might tell her about my visit?โ€ she intelligently asked as she settled down in my living room. I smiled and shook my head.

โ€œitโ€™s a possibility i canโ€™t deny but you are here already and i canโ€™t turn back the hands of timeโ€ i answered.

โ€œso what now?โ€ she asked, crossing her legs provocatively.

โ€œyea i think my body needs the kind of fire in you. Our first time together was memorable but i want something hotterโ€ i teased, knelt by her side and kissed her.

โ€œoh you are not a gentleman, Seriously. You didnโ€™t even offer me anything huhโ€ she hissed playfully, while her left hand unbuttoned my shirt, giving her access to my n—–s which she squeezed with the same hand.

โ€œhow about a bathroom s-x?. I bet your wife is yet to give it to you?โ€ she asked.

โ€œcโ€™mon see my height?, just like my wife you arenโ€™t the same height with me for that s–tโ€ i answered, softly kissing her again.

โ€œdonโ€™t you have a kitchen stool huh?, or even a bathtub?โ€ she asked while i rolled my eyes and smiled.

โ€œiโ€™m going to teach you how to be a bad boy. I pray you donโ€™t runโ€ she joked and bit my ear.
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Fifteen minutes later, we were totally n***d in my bathroom. The only thing on her was a shower cap which she used in covering her hair.

โ€œlet the show begin babyโ€ she giggled playfully, turned on the shower and climbed on the kitchen stool i brought in for her. She placed her right leg on the toilet seat and bent seductively, opening her K—y for a freeway penetration. I quickly wore a condom and moved in, grabbing her super sleek a-s as water poured on us.

โ€œdonโ€™t you wish your wife is hot like me. Donโ€™t youยฟ โ€ she sang as i rammed into her from behind.

Oh Comfort was just the type of devil you pray to see every night.

To be continued.

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