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CONTENT: Revenge sex, wet pussy, sex toys, multiple orgasm, gangbang, multiple dick. CHAPTER 1 Jillian felt a wave of nervousness as she approached the door of the nightclub. It was finally time to fulfill her biggest fantasy, and one that would make her now ex-boyfriend explode with jealousy.

And the other girls that giggling. "KB, you look like you're not used to this kind of attention" Randy said "I am not" "Okay, tell you what. You have to go on a date with Kylie over there. She'll explain everything to you." Randy said and winked. The others started to laugh and i was confused. Oyinbo man sef. "So KB, tell us about yourself." One of the guys asked after i sat down. "My full name is Korede Bello. I am from Nigeria. Lagos, Ikeja to be specific. I am 18 years old. I live with my mom, Dad and two siblings. Ezra and Jasmine." I replied.

You are a survivor. Both of them swayed slowly to an imaginary tune. Anuri could not bring herself to tell him about the rape. She shut out the thought, savouring the comfort he offered her. 'Ah, this life,' 'Jerome sighed. 'Be thankful also that the cocaine was found here in Nigeria. And that you weren't heading for Asia or the Middle East. Cases of Nigerians killed in Saudi Arabia and Korea are not new. I'm sorry,' he whispered audibly. 'Sorry about your mother, your father whom you lost early in life. When misfortunes come our ways, we pray to the Almighty, to give us the strength to overcome them, to move on. I have had my share of troubles too. First, I lost my father and three years l

It was illegal in Nigeria to run a prostitution home but I have bribed my way all through my years of operation and the Government had never disturbed me as long as I always remitted some money to them. Most of them even frequented the mansion to satisfy their sexual cravings and fantasies. My regular customer was Mallam Adamu who came to the mansion at least twice a week, he had insisted that he couldn't perform some sexual acts with his wife because it was unethical to have sex in such a manner and he didn't want to lose the respect his wife had for him because he believed his BDSM fantasy was too degrading to do with her. Mallam Adamu became a beast during sex and had killed one of my sex

BELLA: Not sure. If you mean for companionship, two days. Just kidding. I don't know if I could be actually alone for a long time. I like the company, sex, companionship. KELVIN: Here, Nigerian guys usually say white women like sex or companionship. I honestly have not been with a woman since I was born. Being alone. Still alone. BELLA: Lol. But nothing is wrong with liking sex. It is a natural urge.. KELVIN:

"Was he talking about you?" I nodded. "Like he was too chicken to ask you out, and they forced him to man up?" I scoffed this time. "He was telling them on how he was planning to fuck me. That I turn him on all the time. He said the main reason he sticked his ass around, was because he wanted to fuck me so bad. And his friends were in support of this. One even said if he could sex me as he had said, he would give him fifty dollars. While another was like 'It'd be fun fucking a Nigerian virgin pussy."

She had to grip the couch harder to stay upright. "Oh fuck. You guys are killing me," Vivian moaned against Brie's lips. Her voice came out shaky and broken. "Yes, let Mommy play with you while your stepbrother fucks you. Such a naughty little girl taking his cock like a slut." The dirty talk turned Vivian on. Fresh wetness flooded around Bruno's shaft. Her pussy clenched tight. Bruno groaned loud at the sudden squeeze. He slammed into her even harder. His heavy balls slapped against her with each thrust.

I broke off all sex with my mistresses now that I was officially getting married and she was giving me what I desired. However, over the two months before my girlfriend's pregnancy was confirmed, my two mistresses also came down with something similar to the flu, though they still insisted on letting me fuck them. Unlike my girlfriend, they never caught on to the fact that the condoms I used always broke, allowing me to feel the raw pleasure of being inside them caused.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.