Nigerian Sex Stories Novels & Stories

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

The thought pleased me, for there was no limit to my desires. It's funny how Nigerians claimed to be the most religious, but the majority indulged in this type of needs. The women of power who paid so much for these girls and the men who shamelessly watched the girls pleasure each other were men of great standing in society. They would make life hell for men and women who indulged in LGBT in society but practice it when none was watching. Smiling, I walked to the fridge, to take another bottle of Guinness. Jumoke came in thirty minutes later, her face was contorted to show how sorry she was.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

I take my documents And I go with the next flight The treatment done on me in India is nothing compared to the one I had in Nigeria This is a fact Nigeria is one of the most strongest country have ever seen Whoever can survive in Nigeria can survive in any part of Earth Kayak thanks me so much he send me some huge cash Just when am about to sleep I see a girl crying With blood all over her body she looks just like me when am still not this mature but what surprised me is her eyes Pure blood Stay tuned

Olivia shook her head towards her. "Are you teasing my dear Amy?" Ciara dropped her arm on her shoulder and nodded her head jestingly at us. "I don't fuck anymore! I don't!" Amy muttered, while we all cackled. " I actually need Niger guys not because I wanna fuck them. They are sweet, don't you think?" "Hmm! Sweet? Really?" Lilian mocked. "Like seriously! Jokes apart. Nigerian guys are the best." I grabbed my handy bag on the dining table and stood on my feet, clad in a red body warm gown below my knee.

"The guys. Kene, Seyi and I were with Niyi in his eatery at Lekki, when a tall, fair lady walked in. Niyi was totally dazed with her beauty, but it didn't affect me one bit. Niyi vowed to get her on his bed, you know Niyi, that guy loves sex and women." "Then Niyi suddenly changed his mind, he tagged me as a misogynist and then he dared me to get her phone number to prove I'm not, not only that. He made me ask her out and get her in bed with me, stating cleary there must be prove. It actually started with a dear. Then along the line, I think I fell in love with Hadiza. Then the pregnancy happened, I wavered and then fell in love. I didn't say anything till he was done. I joined him on the ba

The room had filled up with money and was multiplying each time one of Serwaa's girls had sex with a man. “Long live his lordship" He chanted as he collected money into the suitcase. He was barechested with only a black cloth on his waist as he collected the money he was making off his wife. “Nii, when did you come back?" Aku asked him as she met him at the junction mall, Achimota in the Greater Accra Region, Ghana. "A couple of weeks back." He answered uninterestedly. “And you didn't bother to let me know." She added.

, she reads from her phone. "So that's how Malik and Mustafa case ended as Senior Bevy came with her bleeding vagina", Adele said and the girls with her burst into laughter. "Gays in Nigeria?", Monique said. "Disgusting". I cringe as she spat the word. Funny, how someone who's gossiping is judging someone else. "Do you want to ditch class?", Dimma asked, she must have noticed the look on my face. "No, I'm okay", I lie. She knows this but ignores it and gets my hand.

Uyai stood on her ground. "Oh! So the ones that were caught kissing and the guy was even fingering her nko? That's not a sin? Is that not premarital sex? What are you telling me? Why weren't they expelled!" "Is premarital sex against the law in Nigeria? Is it a crime? No! Same sex stuffs is! See! I'm going to my class! You are the ones that have the first periods as prep not us." Uyai stood up and left.

He stayed buried deep in Chioma, grinding slowly as they twitched and whimpered beneath him, completely ruined. “You came here as proud, beautiful women,” he said darkly, voice thick with satisfaction. “Now you leave knowing what a real Nigerian man can do to your bodies.” Chioma and Amina looked up at him with glassy, shattered eyes, bodies trembling, thighs soaked with cum, sweat, and their own juices. “Yes, Chief,” they whispered weakly. “We’re yours.” Outside, Lagos continued its restless, vibrant night. Inside the villa, two women had been thoroughly claimed and destroyed by raw, unrelenting power.