Romans & histoires The Lekki Headmaster

am surprised when i see the headmaster and one of our big booty teacher fucking eachother so hard while the principal is sweating like some one on a land digger work . . . .jasmine: whattttttttttt . . .stay tuned

Nellie proclaimed proudly. “But Nellie, isn’t he scary?” asked Joanna. I shook my head at Joanna’s question and Nellie was about to say yet another sentence when the noise dissipated. We all turned to the person who was entering the door; it was our Ancient History of Mahò and Gaearandys professor, headmaster Nathaniel Arammi. The headmaster greeted all of us with a bright smile, as bright as his red hair. Everyone answered back. Standing with our heads bowed, one hand at the back and the other on the stomach, one foot forward and another bent towards the back. “Greetings to the headmaster!” the mahò users chorused. The head master nodded and headed to tribune beginning his lecture.

Tobi actually stopped breathing for a second. Yusuf’s head snapped toward the door. Another knock harder. “Ms. Adeyemi?” A woman’s voice, muffled but unmistakable. Mrs. Okeke, the Vice Principal. “Are you in there? I need to speak with you about the WAEC invigilation roster.” Adeyemi didn’t move. Didn’t cover up. Didn’t even pull her fingers out. She looked down at the four boys still on their knees, still hard, still frozen like statues and raised one finger to her lips.

“To Lekki Phase 1, please.” As they drove onto the expressway, she let the city blur outside her window — hawkers weaving through traffic, the smell of roasted corn, the rhythmic horns, the lively chaos of Lagos that felt overwhelming and familiar all at once. She had almost relaxed when her phone pinged again. From: The Evercrest Group Subject: Tomorrow’s Meeting Details Eliana opened it — and froze. Meeting with Evercrest CEO: Jamal Ibrahim Time: 10:00 AM Venue: Evercrest Towers (17th Floor)

He answers. "If you're saying that just because you don't want me to feel down, then please take it back." I respond. At this moment, I knew I was in the process of forgetting about his rank and kept on talking as if he's one of my co-orphans. The headmaster shakes his head and says, "I am not a close friend of yours to say that, Nowo. But I can be one if you want me to. And just to let you know, as a headmaster, it's my responsibility to produce a great individual, judge them, and say only the facts to them. If I say you're a strong, intelligent, and skilled woman, then you are that."

I asked again, drumming my fingers on the table. This time around he looked up from his plate before speaking. "Do you want me too? "he asked waiting for a reply "How is the school and the students?" he added when he didn't get a reply. "Fine." I replied, raising my eyebrows. I give mummy bumbum. Head of Announcement team in Africa, she must have given him every information about me. Mum is the owner of the biggest and most popular school in Lagos, While dad manages an oil Company.

Monday Morning. The Expenditure Teens has already gathered round the school bus and some parents are present to see their kids off. Hayley and her friends are standing in a straight line as the bus driver calls their name. Callum is present and he is going to travel with them on the bus. A lady dressed in black combat boots and a soldier's combat jacket is also at the school. "Who's she?." Callum asked the principal as he met with him. "That's Lesley Kendrick, ex delta force platoon soldier." Came Principal Badminton's reply.

Arafat was just 16yrs old but he knew Beyoncé was a fantasy but Claudine was a reality that could be achieved with hope, prayers and good luck. The time was now 1:55pm but Mr. Edward wasn’t showing signs of slowing down and concluding his boring escapade in the world of GR. God, how he wished gravity could just swallow his teacher into the innermost core of the earth and keep him there for good. The physics teacher was obviously one of the best in Lagos because apart from the boring class sessions he had received from Mr. Edward, he had also learnt an infinite lot from the man. For a teacher to qualify to teach at SISS he had to be one of the best in the country. The school fees was no child

“No, I don't. And no, I haven’t. I’m studying for a Master’s degree at Middlesex University.” For crying out loud! Is Mr. Lekan having a laugh? “You’re studying for a Master’s degree?” I repeat again. “So why are you here? How do you intend to care for my daughter if you already have school to contend with?” “Mr. Lekan said you need someone to watch your daughter when she gets home from day care. He said what you need is someone who will watch her in the evening while you’re at work,” she answers, her shaky voice betraying her nerves. “I’m really great with kids, Sir… ”

I blinked again and shook my head to try to clear my mind, as I asked "What do you mean, ma'am?" She held my gaze as she answered, "I would like you to show me what a good little pussy licker you really are. I like the idea of having you paged to my office and having you service my wet pussy at any time during the school day. After school, you may do as you like and continue to fuck Racquel to you heart's desire, but during school your young little body belongs to me. We both know that principal Hartmen has one foot out the door to retirement and that I am the one who really runs things in this school. I could be a very good friend to have, don't you agree."