The Janitor 2

Since I met Bridget at her work place, I have not since then seen her physically; the old cargo will not let me come near her house or her work place for reasons I do not know.



Each time we talk on phone and I brought the matter up, she waved it off by promising to send money which she does anyway. Aside money though, I want fuck this woman. I want to add it to my resume that I have been there and done that!
My turn on levitated when I got to know she is also from Edo, I  haven't gotten an Edo pussy in a long time, and the fact that this woman stood naked in front of my eyes is making me wanna get naked with her.



The traditional daily routine of scrolling through her pictures every day is fueling my already blazing urge. Ever since I met her, sex with other ladies have become tedious work, I get irritated quickly simply because I got my dick somewhere else, this woman have got to get a tip of me. I have peeled my cock in the course of masturbating over her picture, this aggro is matching my last nerves.

There is a reason for her reluctance over our meeting I figured; I made my findings through my very good friend, and my biggest suspicion alas is true, she is married and to a very big political juggernaut. It was not hard to tell though, her discreet lifestyle gives credence, very high profiled but coded.

The devil in me jumped in joy over sharing the same pussy with the minister of the Federal capital territory! I mean, there has to be reason why his beloved wife was at Mannie and Lannie, and so sex starved to the extent of paying over Two Million Naira to be fucked by a male prostitute!

She definitely doesn't need some love making and tune miming love making; she glaringly craved for a sweaty, butt naked, hips flying and very adventurous banging. She is married to those men with too much policy which does not work with the bed fundamentals, the woman defined what she wants precisely by being at Mannie and Lannie! All of these were my thoughts throughout work.

I was buzzed by Bridget to meet with her at a very open location and I wonder why she will want us to be in a place that open. my friend suspects it is to tame me which is usually the modus of the top class individuals. Well, whatever, I'm going.

I was bent on going and he gave up on convincing me not to go. I got to the open air restaurant and it was situated in a garden.. graced with flourishing flowers, functional lights and chairs arranged clearly for the couple philandering.. very colorful indeed, I met with for the first time in a long time, dressed very ostentatiously in a green gown in the company of a tall and muscular man who I sensed to be her bodyguard.

She sat and we began to talk, I was not comfortable but was courageous. she kept it pretty normal and we talked in details about our online moments.. I cheered up more, and she ordered for very superb fine wine and some chops.

She got a call, stood up, walked out and came back with somebody with a more effusive escort. I got scared at this junction, and I stood in fear but that will appear to people as sign of respect. the federal capital territory minister came in, the atmosphere changed, I am panicking at this point and I wish I had listened to my friend, what is Bridget trying to do? - The minister made his way to another side of the garden which through its wealth embellishment which is looking like a VIP and most reserved part, one of the bodyguard informed me that the minister will love to see me.

I stood up while shaking, my raging urge went sabbatical, why will the number one citizen want to see me, it is scary! Why is Bridget not right by my side? Is this the end of my life? My thoughts were very wild.
I was seated right across the minister, very fair and with neat beards all over his face, he is a northerner, his "F" for "P" factor in his accent made me know this.

He's dressed in bright blue jalamia with a cap on his head, he ordered a wine and took some calls for about 30mins and as he sips the 400k wine,  his wife (my mistress) was seated too, smiling and assuring me with hand descriptions that there is no cause for alarm. What's it with the rich people and making someone stew?
I am sweating from ass down to my balls, trying to keep my cool. The northern politician dropped the call, smiled and offered me his wine, I declined respectively by showing him I still have drink in my cup. He said his first word to me "You are the one that wants to fuck my wife?"

- I froze; my heart was about walking out of its position when he proceeded; "I love this woman and want happiness for her, she have an urge that I cannot satisfy, I am hypertensive and there is not much I can do in bed related matters especially with my nature of job." I was staring at the table, I am doubting if my ears are working well!
It appears fucking Bridget is a wish of her husband, there was rejuvenation in my urge suddenly but then I am still scared, "so for the as long as she wants, you will be filling that space, no strings, it is simply an employment offer from me to you." - I could not digest the utterance made by the gentle looking man, it beats my wildest imagination to experience this. he declared clearly that he was willing to pay- and he whet my appetite when he whispered into the ears of one of his aide; the whisper produced one thousand dollars in raw and smooth cash. Great!

The night ended in a paradox for me, everyone except me was sure of what was going to happen but fuck it; money is involved and none of my father's valid orientations told me to say "no" to money!

 Bridget and I after the eventful night talked deeper, it doesn't look or feel like an illicit affair anymore, we need the best spot to make this work. she was contemplating where exactly is perfect for our rendevouz, I suggested an hotel but she bluntly refused, it is too exhibiting she claimed, even any of her house in the country is out of it; neither can we go abroad; no public light was come into the affair because of the position of her husband.
It seem the oldie is willing to make this happen for long time, she claimed she is protecting me more than herself by saying no, I didn't understand her but since her measure is protecting me, I am fine with it.

The fuck is long overdue is the most discussed topic in our circadian discussion until when she came up with a very bright suggestion, it is very subtle and no public eye will see us, she suggested it happens in her office where I met her the other day. Perfect! All this have to be done to protect her family gravitas.

 She influenced my posting on a very beautiful thursday night, I smiled crookedly when I got the text, finally! the long awaited time! I made sure I was clean for the day, shaved all shavables, drank well the herbs i have always believed in, my friend John suspected but nothing was giving him any clue.

I set out at exactly 10pm, got to the proposed venue; just like the last time, I was searched and taken in, my avid for the event propelled me, I knew where I was going; I even struggled to do the assignment I was given by my company. I took a glimpse through the glass door of the Mrs Bridget office and I saw her looking very busy waiting for me.. she raised her legs for me to see, well; I just dropped my mop and walked in, this is just me and madam in on the highest floors of a condo and nothing can be more demystifying.
Walked to her table, a rich brown wooden table which have introduced its self to be our cradle through the ceremonious event about to go down.

She stood and got close to me and her cologne was soothing and it made my dick hard as rock. Shee kissed deeply and the messages coming from the kisses were clear, she needs me like baby needs milk. she had no panties on; and my hand under her skirt helped me know that.

I journeyed through her thighs, I felt the rivulets and straight; I went to the origin, it was like veal, very fleshy and succulent, she knows what she wants, as my hands reached in, she confessed she will prefer my tongue. she sat in front of me like a laptop pushing everything off the table, spread open her legs and I saw the yummy meal, it was like breaking bread.

She dragged my head to the meal since I was wasting too much time in admiration, and I ate deep like my life depended on it, her way of moaning kept up my insane need for her. Finally, i get to fuck this pussy! she was sure nobody is coming, and her tiny voice went several decibels, she told me thank you too often and I don't know the reason behind that.
Her pussy was widely exposed to my prick-and so was her asshole. The blunted tip of my throbbingly erect cock push against the tightly held ring of her cunt. The pussy tightened up, fuck, its been long she got fucked! Her cunt tight damn!

But im not going away. I kept a steady pressure against the pink ring of vulva and I kneaded her buttocks in an attempt to get her to loosen up. I whispered dirty nothings into her ears and I felt some more wetness rush down.. She coated my dick..

Please," she moaned.. She sobbed openly in joy, her fingers gripping the edges of the table. I sank deep into her body.
Finally, her cunt gave up entirely..."Shit you make me feel like I just fucked into a vise, and then the vise was tossed into a furnace. Tight and hot, that's the way I like to feel 'em around my cock."  I moaned.

 I shoved in another couple of inches, and my balls wetly slapped against her pussy lips. I started fucking her then with a slow, powerful motion that built up her desires and fanned the hell out of mine. Fuck.

I began to thrust hard and my cock was sinking deeper and deeper into her cunt with every forward thrust. I tore at her tender inner flesh until I thought I ripped her into bloody shreds. I looked down at where her pussy swallowed my dick and grew harder at the sight of her frothy wetness, shit.

I began to lose the edge of my sanity and fucked her with Short, quick movements.. I kissed her deeply and squeezed her breasts.. Her pussy tightened around me and this made me cum so fucking hard.


💐BNR