Chapter 5 – The Three Count Rule

The blinds were half shut, letting thin stripes of Lagos morning light cut across the desks and the floor. Dust floated lazily in the beams. The ceiling fan spun with its usual sleepy creak, barely moving the thick heat that had settled in the room.

Ms. Adeyemi sat in her chair like it was a throne that just happened to have wheels and a chipped edge. Dress open to the waist now, black lace bra pushed down so her breasts were bare. Legs hooked over each armrest. She was already wet partly from Friday still lingering, mostly from the way four pairs of eyes had been eating her up since the door locked.

Khalid knelt between her thighs first of course he did.

He didn’t dive straight in. He just pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit and held it there, warm and still, letting her feel his mouth while his hands rested light on the insides of her knees.

Chidi took her left breast, sucking slow and deep, tongue circling lazy.

Tobi did the same on the right gentler, almost careful, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch a little.

Yusuf stayed behind the chair at first, hands on her shoulders, then sliding down to cup the undersides of her breasts so Chidi and Tobi could both lick and suck while he rolled her nipples between his fingers.

She let them work her like that for what felt like forever building slow, no rush, just steady, almost worshipful attention.

Her first orgasm came quiet at first, then swelled.

She gripped the chair arms, head tipping back, a long shuddering breath slipping out as her thighs trembled around Khalid’s face. He didn’t stop the pressure of his tongue; he just let her ride it out against him until the aftershocks faded.

“One,” she whispered, voice already a little wrecked.

They switched places without a word.

Tobi took the spot between her legs now hungrier, less controlled. He licked fast and messy, sucking her clit between his lips, releasing, over and over. Chidi moved behind her, kneeling so he could reach around and spread her wider for Tobi while he kissed the side of her neck. Yusuf stayed at her breasts, pinching harder now, tugging until she whimpered. Khalid stood off to the side cock straining against his boxers watching with those dark, patient eyes.

She came quicker this time.

Hips lifting off the chair, a sharp cry she tried to muffle against her own arm. Tobi groaned right into her when she pulsed against his tongue, drinking her like he was dying of thirst.

“Two,” she gasped.

They rotated again.

Yusuf between her thighs this time slow, almost mean in how patient he was. He traced her entrance with the tip of his tongue, dipping in just enough to make her clench, then pulling back to circle her clit without ever giving her the full pressure she needed. Chidi and Tobi took her breasts again; Khalid moved behind the chair, hands sliding into her hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her deep, possessive, swallowing every little sound she made.

The third one built slower, heavier.

She was panting against Khalid’s mouth, thighs shaking, every muscle pulled tight. Yusuf finally gave in sealed his lips around her clit and sucked hard while flicking the underside with quick little strokes.

She broke.

Back arching so hard the chair rolled back an inch. A raw, broken moan tore out. Her whole body locked, then released in waves wetness flooding Yusuf’s mouth, dripping down his chin. He kept going until she whimpered “enough,” thighs clamping around his ears.

“Three,” she managed, voice barely there.

The room went quiet except for heavy breathing.

She opened her eyes glazed, triumphant and looked at each of them.

“Now,” she said softly, “you’ve earned the right to come. But only one of you gets to finish inside me today. The rest do it on me wherever I decide.”

She pointed at the floor right in front of her chair.

“Kneel. All of you. Stroke yourselves. Tell me exactly what you want most right now. Best answer gets to fuck me. The others… decorate me.”

They dropped to their knees in a tight half circle.

Khalid went first voice low, steady.

“I want to fuck you slow and deep while you look me in the eyes. I want to feel you come around me again. I want to fill you until it’s dripping out for the rest of the day.”

Chidi next rougher, needier.

“I want your mouth. I want to fuck your throat until I can’t think. I want you to swallow every drop so nothing’s wasted.”

Tobi breathless, almost shy.

“I want your tits. I want to come all over them while you hold them up for me. I want to watch it slide down your skin.”

Yusuf last eyes never leaving hers.

“I want your ass. I want to bend you over this desk and take you there while the others watch. I want to hear you beg for it.”

She looked at them all four cocks in hand now, stroking slow, eyes locked on her.

Then she smiled slow, filthy, deciding.

“Khalid,” she said. “You answered first. And you answered best.”

She stood, turned, braced her forearms on the desk the same desk she’d bent over on Friday. She looked back over her shoulder.

“Slow and deep. Eyes on me the whole time.”

Khalid stood. The others kept stroking faster now, knowing their turn was coming.

He stepped up behind her, pushed into her in one long, controlled glide. She was soaked, open, ready. He bottomed out and held there, letting her feel every inch, every throb.

Then he started moving deep, rolling thrusts, never breaking eye contact even when she caught his reflection in the window.

She moaned every time he filled her completely.

The others watched hands flying, breaths ragged.

Chidi came first groaning her name as he spilled across her lower back in thick ropes.

Tobi followed seconds later aiming for her breasts as she arched to give him the angle. Hot stripes painted her chest, dripping down the curves.

Yusuf lasted longest teeth gritted until he stepped closer and came across her ass, letting it run down toward where Khalid was still fucking her.

Khalid never sped up.

He kept the same steady rhythm until her next orgasm hit smaller but sharper, clenching hard around him. Only then did he bury himself deep, groan low in his throat, and empty inside her pulse after pulse, filling her until she could feel it leaking out around his cock when he finally pulled free.

She stayed bent over the desk for a long moment breathing hard, body painted and filled, wrecked in the best way.

Then she straightened slowly, turned, and looked at the four of them spent, dazed, still on their knees.

“Clean up,” she said softly. “Use your mouths. Every drop. Then get dressed.”

They moved without hesitation tongues on her skin, between her thighs, careful and thorough.

When they finished she adjusted her dress, smoothed her hair, and sat back in her chair like nothing had happened.

“Dismissed,” she said. “See you tomorrow. Same time.”

They filed out quietly ties crooked, shirts half tucked, eyes glassy.

She waited until the door clicked shut.

Then she leaned back, slipped two fingers inside herself feeling Khalid’s come mixed with her own wetness and brought them to her lips.

She tasted them all over again.

And smiled.

Tomorrow’s “extra discussion” was already playing out in her head.