Monday, November 9, 2015

Martin Amidu questions Anas' integrity


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‘Citizen Vigilante’ and former Attorney-General, Mr Martin Amidu, has called the integrity of investigative journalist Anas Aremeyaw into question, suggesting that the ace anti-corruption crusader has been compromised.
In an article published on GraphicOnline on Monday, Mr Amidu alleged that it was the late President John Atta Mills who recruited Anas to collaborate with select security personnel to undertake the judicial corruption investigation which exposed monumental bribery and corruption in the judiciary, involving over 180 workers, including 34 judges.
Mr Amidu asserted that the late President commissioned a two-pronged investigation targeting the judiciary and parliament, but while the current President, John Mahama, has sanctioned the release of the results of judiciary investigation to the public, he has compromised and suppressed the results involving parliament.
He said: “I was Presidential Advisor on Legal Affairs in the second half of 2009, I was Minister for the Interior in 2010, and the Attorney General in 2011 before I left office in 2012. I therefore know what I am talking about.
‘I do not think that the late President Mills intended to suppress the results of the Parliamentary 

corruption investigation by compromising it and using only the results of the judicial corruption investigations to damnify the judiciary knowing quite well that whatever results to be obtained will only be the tip of the ice berg.
“Unfortunately, Prof. Mills died before his commission could be fulfilled and his successor, John Dramani Mahama, has chosen to use the results selectively and to suppress other results, particularly the parliamentary one whose video is ready, available to the Government and has with its permission been viewed secretly by the leadership of one branch of Government which is pleased to participate in the criminal conspiracy and unconstitutional conduct of suppressing it from the public to protect its image.”
Implying that Anas is complicit in the alleged plan by the President to suppress the parliamentary anti-corruption investigation results, Mr Amidu said: “An anticorruption activist or journalist must be a man of the highest integrity himself! He cannot be a government agent under any excuse.”
“Let the judiciary be exposed but it is unjust to hide the other evidence of corruption obtained by the same anti-corruptionpreneurs,” he added, saying: “He who comes to equity must come with clean hands.”
Mr Amidu also questioned the Attorney-General’s decision to grant immunity to Anas and his Tiger Eye PI team, whom he described as “entrepreneurial Government Commissioned undercover agents” who had collaborated with established security agencies as independent whistleblowers under the Whistleblowers Act, 2006 (Act 720), and contrary to the prohibition of the Police Service (Private Security Organizations) Regulations, 1992 (L.I. 1571).

Must Read: Nora… (16+) Part 5




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Nanny Rita in her room, sorting out her and Peter’s clothes after laundry. Peter walks into her room, with a very sad face, sat down on a chair.

Nanny Rita: Peter, what are you doing here? Are done trimming the flowers?

Peter didn’t reply, she noticed something was wrong with him…

Nanny Rita: Son are you okay?

She dropped some clothes on the bed and walked towards Peter.

Nanny Rita: What happened to you?

She touched his cheek, poor Peter couldn’t talk, he was still hurt by those heart breaking words from Mrs Smith.

Nanny Rita: What’s wrong with you dear?

Nanny Rita became worried…

Peter: Who is my father? I want to know my father.

Nanny Rita was shocked, she never expected him to ask her such questions and she suspected something must has triggered him to ask such question.

Nanny Rita: I’ve told you several times, you will know your father when the time comes. Your father is very much alive, but he denied you, he denied us. Peter you will know who your father is in due time.

Peter: I need to know my father, I’m tired of being called a bastard by her.

Nanny Rita surprised…

Nanny Rita: Who called you a bastard?

Peter: Mrs Smith, she doesn’t like me. I just don’t know why. Ever since I was young, she always pick ?ght with me. I just don’t get it, why would she hate me for no reason.

Nanny Rita: You already should know, she doesn’t like any of us. You should get used to it by now.

Peter: How I wish you can just tell me who my father is, even if you can just show a picture or something.

Nanny Rita: In due time son.

She moved away from Peter, Continued sorting out her clothes.

Peter: Why don’t we leave this house, we can start our own lives. Go away from here.

Nanny Rita: Do you want us to be deported?

Peter: We can go back to Mexico, I’ve never been there. I can continue my education there. I’m tired of this humiliation.

Nanny Rita: (Sigh) We can’t go back for now, this where you belong.

Peter: I don’t…

Nanny Rita: Peter don’t be naughty, i’m sure you’ve got work to do. Go to cut some flowers

Peter fumes…

Peter: Is this what we are gonna be for the rest of our lives? Slaves?

Nanny Rita: Peter don’t say that, we are not slaves.

Peter: Then what are we? You don’t want to leave this house, you don’t want to tell me who my father is, you don’t even care if Mrs Smith calls me a bastard, neither do you care that she can’t stop calling you a dirty prostitute.

Nanny Rita was touched…

Nanny Rita: Enough Peter… This is where we belong.

Peter: No, this is where you belong, not me. I just hope I won’t abscond one of these days.

He angrily walks out of her room and banged the door.

Nanny Rita was devastated, she was confused, she just sat down on her bed, looked worried. She brought out her rosary and did the Trinity sign.

To Be Continued…

Must Read: Nora… (16+) Part 4



Few minutes later… They were all dressed, gorgeous Nora walking out, she opened the door and saw her well dressed father and Peter beside the limousine, talking together. She caught their attention, Peter was melted by her beauty, he was happy and speechless when he saw her.

Mr Smith: Isn’t she lovely?

Mr Smith gave Nora a warm hug…

Mr Smith: You look stunning Nora

Nora was shy…

Nora: Thanks Dad

Nora was shy and blushing, she couldn’t even look at Peter’s face.

Mr Smith: Enter the limo angel

Nora: After you Dad, waiting for Mummy.

Mr Smith: Alright then

Mr Smith entered the limousine… Peter couldn’t get his eyes off Nora. Nora moved closer to him.

Peter: You’re so beautiful

As he was about to hold her hand, Mrs Smith appears…

Mrs Smith: Get your filthy hands of my daughter, you bastard. (Angrily)

They quickly separated…

Mrs Smith: Get into the car now, Nora. Now.

Sad Nora entered into the car… Mrs Smith walking towards Peter, as the other maid’s and workers watched from distance.

Mrs Smith: Don’t you ever lay your infested, dirty latina hands on my daughter, go touch your dirty, prostitute mother.

Mr Smith: Common Julie that’s rude

Mrs Smith: No wonder you don’t have a father. Next time you touch my daughter you and your mother will be deported back to that miserable country of yours.

Mrs Smith looked at the other maid’s staring…

Mrs Smith: What are you slaves staring at? Get out of here.

The maids quickly rushed away.

Mr Smith: Julie!!!

Mrs Smith: Stay out of this Bryan

She angrily entered the limousine…

Peter’s eyes were already teary… Poor Peter.

Mr Smith looked so helpless and unhappy as he looked onto Peter. He entered the Limousine as the car moved. Pretty but sad Nora kept watching Peter as the car moves away. Peter still standing helplessly, crying, as the maids approached him to console him.

To Be Continued….

Must Read: Nora… (16+) Part 3



Nora and Peter Continued their secret love affair, they meet almost everyday in their secret location. They are deeply in love but they dare not come out to the world that they are lovers, especially Nora’s mother who loathes Peter so much.

Few Days Later… Nora, her mother and father had an outing, they are visiting Desmond’s family. While in her room, Nora dressing up for the event as her mother walks in unexpectedly.

Nora: Mum, you could have knock

Mrs Smith: I’m your mother

Nora: Whatever

Mrs Smith: I don’t like this gown, what about the gown Robert got for you, I love that, you look s*xy** in it.

Nora: s*xy**?… I’m not going on a date.

Mrs Smith: Yes you are, have you forgotten Desmond?

Nora was upset… Her mother went straight to her wardrobe to select the best gown that will suit.

Nora: Please mum, I just wanna wear this.

Mrs Smith: No, we are visiting your in-laws, you need to look good.

While she continued ransacking Nora’s wardrobe, Nora got frustrated and laid on her bed.

Mrs Smith brought out a beautiful red gown.

Mrs Smith: Perfect… Take that thing off and wear this one.

Nora was reluctant and unhappy…

Mrs Smith: Nora, don’t be naughty…

Nora: Mum I don’t want to go, I don’t like this whole idea of match making.

Mrs Smith pulled Nora up, unclothed her… Nora began to grudge.


Mrs Smith: Nora!!!

Nora pick the gown and wore it… She was looking so beautiful. Her mum was blushing.

Mrs Smith: You’re so beautiful…

Nora: Oh, please mum… I don’t like Desmond. Why do you have to match make for us, you did that to Robert and Ben. I don’t want it.

Mrs Smith: As you can see, your brothers are happily married to the ladies I picked for them. I know what is best for you all.

As she reached for the second window to pulled back the curtain, she paused and stare at window, watching her husband and Peter laughing and talking together. She became angry, watching the both of them talking together, she frowned at it.

Nora: Mum, should I wear the flat shoes or the heels?

Mrs Smith didn’t reply as she was engrossed staring at the her husband and Peter discussing.

Nora: Mum, Mummy…

Mrs Smith: Oh! Yes, sweetheart… What did you say?

Nora: What is wrong with you?

Angry Mrs Smith moved away from the window.

Mrs Smith: I hate that boy, I just can’t stand his presence.

Nora: Who?

Mrs Smith: That bastard and wretched son of your dirty Nanny.

Nora: Peter?

Mrs Smith: Oh, I hate that name… I will advice you to wear the heels, flat shoes won’t do Justice to your dressing.

Mrs Smith, horribly walks out of Nora’s room.

Nora walked towards the window to see Peter, she was sad as she saw him and her father talking. She was unhappy, she was in deep thought. Her mother doesn’t like him, her mother has never liked him ever since they were. She was confused if she will ever marry Peter, her mother would never allow it. Even though her father likes Peter alot, Mr Smith likes Peter, they are close, they are both obsessed football lovers. Sad Nora pulled down the curtains.

To Be Continued…

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Must Read: Letting Temptation… Part 9



While I bitterly struggled within me, Mirabel was clearly having one of the best moments of her life! We were now driving to the extra-Lessons center and for most part of the short trip, she was freely talking away. There was raw excitement in her and she never stopped thanking me every now and then! I could see she was liberated and moments of her hurting past were being rapidly replaced with something much more beautiful. She even said it herself at some point. She told me she felt so much freedom around me and she wished she would remain with me forever! Despite how far-fetched that did sound, I somehow felt I was equally wishing she could remain with me forever! Our reasons were the only possible variants though. But then, she hadn’t been anything short of a revelation since she came over and I wasn’t actually regretting it one bit. Our trip provided me another opportunity to see how intelligent she was and for someone who had a difficult childhood like hers, she was immensely impressive with her coordination level and wit! I was completely stunned when she later told me she attended a public primary school and it even helped buttress my earlier point!
Then, onto the much needed decency talk; I suddenly didn’t know how to start anymore! Here was a girl who had just announced to me how she loved being with me and doing chores for me. It now was already looking like I would only be cracking her up if I ever said any humiliating thing to her. Of course from all perspectives, she obviously did think she was doing her best for me and she hadn’t hurt me in anyway. Telling her she had done so was definitely going to be like a shot in her heart! I was worried. But then, I needed to say something. I needed to be the parent when her actual parents ain’t close. I needed to be that community that own her as their child. And ultimately, I needed to be the Priest who goes about promoting the goodnews! I had to speak up!
“Mirabel…” I suddenly called her as soon as I noticed a little window open up between our conversation. I needed to use it to talk about the events of the past days.
“Yes Father Daniel” she replied. Hearing her add my name to the ‘father’ for the first time ever, suddenly got my heart sinking in!
“Eehhhmmm…” I couldn’t pick it up anymore. “Ehmmm…. ”
“Is it about the moi-moi Father? Didn’t you like it?” she was totally off the mark
“Ehmmm…yes my daughter. It’s about the moi-moi but I liked it very much” I was defeated once more!
“Really?!” she was all smiles! “Thank yoooooooooooouuuuu!! I made sure to prepare it well Father! I knew you’d like it!”
I had to smile too; even though the self-condemnation within me just reached critical level! I had been defeated yet again!
When we arrived our destination, I was glad we barely spent any excess time. They were very prompt to attend to us and in roughly half an hour Mirabel was fully registered and given an ID. Talk of efficiency. And it thoroughly pleased me knowing such people would be in charge of preparing her for her coming matriculation exam. She was going to begin her classes the following week and I was given a long list of necessary study materials to purchase. Of course, everybody there easily recognized me as the Priest from the central parish. And you could even tell the confusion in the eyes of some, owing to the fact that I was having to do these things myself. Even when we chose to branch at a popular mall to buy some groceries we could use for lunch, the drama became much more palpable! People kept looking at the two of us as I walked side by side with her in my sparkling white alb! They were likely wondering who Mirabel was and why she was so close to me! Of course she wouldn’t ever stop laughing and smiling. And it only even made it look like there was a particular connection between us!

 When she then crossed an arm around mine; just like a wife would do her husband, I unmistakably noticed several heads leaning in to whisper a thing or two to their companions. To them, the Priest was definitely in love! But then in all that, I didn’t fail to detect what it actually felt like, being a married man.
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We both returned to the Rectory thoroughly famished! We had managed to pick up some very juicy fruits at the mall and just couldn’t wait to begin eating them already. But Mirabel had to change into something a bit freer, so I waited until she went in and changed into a blouse and a skirt. Then she took the fruits into the kitchen to wash them clean. However, I instantly noticed something quite unusual just after she had put the fruits in a plastic tray and served us in the living room. As she made to sit down on the seat directly across me, I instantly spotted she was likely not wearing any panty!

Mostly because of what I could see right through her slightly spread thighs! It was quite an instant shock to my prying eyes and for the next few minutes, I refused returning my gaze to her thighs despite the lure to do so! My Joystick wasn’t on the same plane as the rest of my body though, and had begun expanding already! However, after wondering if I was even correct about my suspicions in the first place, I decided to give her thighs another glance! And yes, I was very correct about it! In fact, this time around her thighs were a lot wider than before and I could clearly see her somewhat hairy Kittycat! I could see that she had a temptingly swollen mound and a clitoris seductively positioned just above her slit! I could also see that her vulva was so thick and full, with her inner lips cutting a fine trim along the slit; and thus gave her entire genital the look of an inviting French burger!

To Be Continued…

Must Read: Letting Temptation… Part 8



I woke up Thursday morning, a changed man. For the first time in over 15 years, I had just experienced an erotic dream! I had found myself in the midst of a bevy of young ladies and they were doing all manner of ungodly things on me! This was definitely the sign, I thought. And I felt I needed to take better control at this point to avoid crashing so emphatically! There was no hidden facts anymore. There were no unknowns. Everything just came to bare Wednesday night and it would only take someone who blatantly lies to himself, to still claim that I wasn’t being rapidly consumed by iniquity! It didn’t even take a tremendous amount of effort to uncover because right there between my legs that night, was the sign! My Joystick, for the first time in almost two decades, had grown so long; so much so that it stretched along the length of my Aaron Robe! And it brought with it, an unimaginable amount of desire to touch myself. Of course, I was worried and indescribably terrified! And as I watched the young semi-Unclad Mirabel cat-walk her way back to her bedroom, I had to admit remaining indifferent was only going to put me in more trouble! I was going to talk to her about my discomfort, and this time I had to mean it! Thoughts of similar like remained in my mind until I dozed off, on the study table where I was bent.

Mirabel woke me 6:01am. I had remained in my reading chair all night without knowing. She had obviously woken earlier than that because I smelt something cooking in the kitchen. She probably noticed me much later and then proceeded to wake me up. She had pajama on and it was pleasing seeing her decent again. I quickly reminded her that we would be seeing the guys organizing the extra-classes that day, to which she reaffirmed with a smile and then said a thank you. Her beautiful smile was already making my morning after all the terrible ‘nightmares’ I had witnessed in my sleep. As I went in for my prayers, I still had to deal with all the overbearing guilt from experiences of the previous night. And it only reconfirmed the need to speak to her about morality, decency and probably man/woman relationship. It was looking early in the day to speak about such things though, so I agreed within myself to discuss it all while we drove to the venue for the extra-classes.
It almost looked like a decision too stretched when I returned downstairs after praying, to eat breakfast. I knew she had finished cooking but didn’t meet any food on the dining table. So I had to head into her bedroom to ask her but on hearing her singing voice and the sound of running water, I quickly paused. She was bathing (in preparation for our going out) and probably had her bathroom door open again. So taking short calculated steps, I approached the bathroom entrance just close enough to notice that the door was actually open as suspected. I even mistakenly caught a bit of her side and Bosom on first look before instantly withdrawing myself!

“Mirabel…” I quickly called, doing best to regain my poise
“Yes Father. Do you need me?” she stopped singing
I needed her but not in the way my flesh was probably craving. “Yes my daughter. Where did you keep my breakfast?”
“Breakfast?…Oh!…Sorry Father!…” she suddenly pleaded, right from inside the bathroom. I was practically praying she wouldn’t do anything funny. “Please, check the kitchen counter…Just beside the dish washer.”
I didn’t say another word. I only turned around and began walking away. I could hear my voice, devotedly making unending rounds of prayers under my laboured breath!
However, just as she had said, my plates of custard and moi-moi were on the kitchen counter beside the dish washer. They were already looking good in the eye even before deciding to take a bite. She was an excellent cook and it was only fair to say her mum had a lot of good attributes after all. Of course the old adage says a child is everybody’s collective property and I was required to apply that in Mirabel’s case. Obviously, her mum never taught her about the need for a perpetual sanctity of the eyes. Let alone that of the Priest’s eyes. I certainly had the obligation to do so. I was going to talk to her about the need to properly protect her purity. If she continued parading her nudity in the way she was currently doing, then she was likely going to be hurt again. I felt that was the right way of putting it if I wasn’t going to hurt her confidence as a young vibrant girl. However, while I had been thinking that she had learnt some things already from the way I had always reacted to seeing her in an indecent state, I was stunned again that morning when she quickly appeared from the hallway, several minutes after bathing. She was on a lace-trimmed panty, and across her breasts was a bra which was only held up with the hand she placed over it! I had barely figured out what was going on when she began speaking after putting up a disarming smile!
“Please Father…”, she was approaching the dining table on which I was having breakfast. “Help me hook-up my bra. My hand can’t get to it.”
I went dumb! Did she just know what she just said?! A most holy Reverend Father? Touch a woman’s brassiere?! That was double sacrilege!
“The second hook sir. The first is usually too tight on my breasts and the last too loose…” she wasn’t even aware of the awkwardness of the moment.
It even became more awkward when my hands freely rose and began attempting hooking up her bra! Of course, my eyes had to be inevitably drawn to her panty-covered butt and I unmistakably caught the slightest glance of the start of the crack of her buttocks! The way the panty wrapped her bum was equally inciting and the view from the top was just mouth-watering! It took quite the grace to do only what she asked for without straying! And even after she had said her thank you and began walking out of the dining with a visibly jiggling buttocks, I still couldn’t take my defeated eyes off her backside! Especially, not when my Joystick had already led the way, once again!

To Be Continued…

Friday, November 6, 2015

Must Read: My Distraction (18+)… PART 17

I dried my hands immediately and followed her trail, still inhaling her perfume as I walked down the corridor.I guessed she was going back to her office and that was where I was headed too.On my way I met the wicked b?obicious nurse, Mercy who mumbled something which I believed was a greeting as I passed her (as if i cared about her greetings).I didn’t even answer since i had pressing issues to attend to at that moment.Her time would come later, definitely.

When I got to the matron’s office, I didn’t bother to knock before going in.And there I met her sitted crossed-legged on her desk, with a smile on her face.
“I knew you would come”, she said as I locked the door and stepped towards her.I noticed her skirt had slid upwards and a large portion of her smooth thighs were visible as she sat in her position.My rod erected instantly at the lovely sight and I swallowed hard.
“Just couldn’t resist the booty call”, I replied.And she reached for my tie, pulling me closer and grabbed my crotch, massaging tenderly.
“I haven’t had s*x in a while now”, she said, bitting her lower lip sexily and my d!ck throbbed.She responded by gripping it harder, as my right hand caressed her robust thighs.”You’re too hot for your age”, I said in rasped breath and she replied”,I’m as young as ever”, she said fumbling with my zipper and succeeded in freeing my bazooka which sprang out and her mouth went agape.
“Wow! it’s so big”, she lamented with wide eyes, and I could see the hunger in those s*xy** eyes of hers.

Before I could say a word, the milf slid down (from the desk) and turned her backside to me, leaning on the desk.
“Take me from behind” she said impatiently.
That was enough to send my hormones misfiring, and I struggled with the zip to her skirt but her heavy backbump stretched her skirt so tight, almost snapping the zipper apart.There was no time.So I raised her skirt up and….Holy Moses!!…You needed to see these nyash in bare flesh.So massive and wicked.It was what I would call ‘ikebe super’.

While I marveled at her load, I was compelled to bend and kiss her Buttocks cheeks (because they deserved to be appreciated) and she pushed her booty backwards into my face and I knew what she wanted.So I pulled her thin panties down to her thighs and squatted before her butt, facing her pouted pusse.Her labials were dilated and swollen, and I gently inserted 2 fingers into her Kitty-cat feeling its slimy walls as her warmth enveloped my fingers.

I began to drill her cuñt by screwing and digging my fingers deeper, and she squirmed softly, just as I had expected, wetting my fingers with her juice.I continued the act for a while; and when I was sure she was wet enough, I pulled out my fingers and buried my face in her snatch as her Buttocks cheeks massaged my face.Her Kitty-cat tasted so good (like vanilla) and I ate her so well, tracing the tip of my tongue like the letter ‘O’ round her labials and licked her vulva teasingly, nibbling and sucking her big clit repeatedly.She became overwhelmed and meant to pull away from me and I held her back by the hips, and she closed her legs slightly, trying to control the havoc my tongue was wrecking on her.So I pulled away and stood erect, (tore out a CD and slid it over my shaft) and aimed at the entrance of her honeypot.Without forewarning, I plunged my piston into her rings and she threw her head backwards in a gasp, scratching the surface of her desk and moaned,”I’ve not had such a d!ck before”, she cried (How was that my business?). She wanted me to nyash her and there I was ready to given it to her.Instantly I began to hit her hard and she rotated her hips slowly, as her body welcomed the pleasure.

The woman was really s*x starved, as she writhed in pleasure, knocking away the effects on her desk while I f*cked her.Her pusse felt so tight and wet, so I rammed her up with increasing thrusts, causing the nurses’ cap on her head to fall off and she started to moan aloud,”ohh…bad boy, bad boy…f*ck me bad boy”, as I kept pumping that mature pusse.She never stopped wriggling like a worm, spinning and rocking her hips in ecstasy as she continued giving me her backside without reserve and suddenly began to cry out,”Nooo,yeesss…oooh, yeahh”, filling the office with the sweet sound of s*x.Then I slowed and pulled out of her V to catch my breath…spanking her booty twice before lodging in my shaft again and continued ramming her, as she pushed her Buttocks backwards receiving my pelvic assault.Today na today, I thought.

I watched her bakassi shake and tremor like jelly (Chai!!). It was such a wonderful sight which made me want more and more of Madam Grace’s big ikebe, while she kept urging me to bang her harder.And I did…pressing her hips lower and placing my right foot on the edge of her desk as I deepened my thrust, hitting her G-spøt directly over and over again.And she began to hum deeply like a vibrating phone as she hit her climax with a crying whimper (I wish you saw her face).And I kept spooning her till her legs wobbled and spread wider and my balls exploded like a canon, shooting jets of Pour into the rubber sheath.Then I withdrew to watch her juice drip down her smooth thighs.She stood up and turned back to stare at me, with a satisfied look on her face.

F*cking Madam Grace was the beginning of things to come as I went about my daily routine in the midst of those seductresses.What do you expect from a sharp shooter like me.Abi I go carry last? You sef check am naa.
To Be Continued….

Must Read: My Distraction (18+)… PART 16



The kind of massive ikebes I saw everyday at work was not something my mouth could describe.Briggs Memorial was really the place to be.You needed to be there yourself to see how all the nurses seemed to be heavy at the rear section, shaking their asses like there was a twerking competition on ground.I even wondered how the other doctors managed to survive in this environment without falling into the sweet temptations of the s*xy** nurses.Abi na only me dey feel the vibes? I don’t think so, because I once stumbled on an incident I wouldn’t forget in a hurry.Let me tell you about it……..

That fateful day I was on call duty owing majorly to the fact my consultant wasn’t around.There had been a case at hand.A woman who had been diagnosed with cervical cancer; and after examining her, there was a need for the Oncologist, so I took the report to the Senior Consultant on Oncology at the Oncology department.I had only reached his door when I heard moaning sounds coming from inside, and it sounded interesting.Quickly I looked left and right to ensure no one was around the corridor before bending to peep through the key hole.What I saw was unbelievable!

The man was banging a nurse.Or would I say a nurse was banging him, because she sat astride him while he was in his chair as she moved her waist like a sewing machine, with his hands grabbing her butt….Mehn see f*ck!
My hand held my crotch to prevent my c0ck from bursting my trousers.I couldn’t make out the face of the nurse because she had her back to me, and the key hole was too miniature to give me a clear view.So I wasn’t the only one feeling the nurses’ aura, eh?. “Well Mr.Consultant, time up”, I said to myself as I arranged my d!ck between my thighs and knocked on the door.There was a sudden silence before the man’s stressed voice came up.
“Who?” he asked
“Dr.Goodheart”, i responded,”May I come in?”
“No! hold on”, he said.And I heard whispers and footsteps before the door creaked open and a bootylicious nurse stepped out, passing me without looking at me or saying a word.Then I walked in.What happened after that was a ‘story for the gods’…….Now, let’s get back to my story.

Though I fancied most of the nurses in the hospital, there was one I didn’t like that much (only sey her backyard heavy wella and her bobbie na milk factory) .Her name was Nurse Mercy, but ironically she had no mercy as she would talk saucily to patients, yell at her colleagues and even at pregnant women in labour.The latter act provoked me on a certain occasion and I cautioned her severely.Ever since that day, the yeye nurse ceased greeting me.Rather she would bounce her oversized b00bs anytime she walked passed as if she was trying to spite me.No wahala! on a good day i would get her and teach her a lesson.No be me again?

Dr.Saha my boss never ceased to get me busy whenever he was around.On a one of my call sessions, he asked me to attend to a woman in labour.But her cervix wasn’t fully dilated.So I checked for Cervical Dilation and got an unimpressive result of just 5cm as she was still in the Active Labour Phase after a long period of time.She needed to reach the Transition Phase of 10cm if she was to push the baby.She was definitely having a delayed labour.So I had to inform my oga.

***2 hours Later***
I was sitted at the doctor’s common room watching TV when a nurse came rushing to me,”Doctor…doctor your consultant wants to see you (oh! not again)…its an emergency”
I stood up instantly,”What emergency?” I asked throwing on my ward coat.
“The woman with delayed labour”, she replied,”She has to be operated on” and she left immediately.I had suspected the woman would be having a Caesarian Section after checking on her 2 hours ago.Thank God her vitals (blood pressure and the others) were sound.

In no time I was already scrubbed up as one of the nurses helped fasten the straps behind my back and I wore the theatre boots, dipped and walked into the Operating Room, where I met the matron standing behind Dr.Saha, and she gave me a smile.
“Come this way youngman”, Dr.Saha said in his sanskrit accent, and we commenced the operation.I must confess that all the while the operation was on, my eyes never left the matron’s backside.Madam Grace would stir and roll her Buttocks wickedly as she stepped about the room, either getting one stuff or the other.At a point I was having a hard-on which I tried to conceal from my boss.The woman was a serious distraction.

Soon the operation came to an end with me cutting the umbilical cord and delivering the placenta.After which I strolled to the sink to wash my bloodied hands.That was when Madam Grace came to wash hers too, and ended up brushing me with her firm b00bs,”Nice job doctor”, she said and squeezed my crotch (i jerked) before walking away, swaying her hips.I was dumbfounded.So I turned back to ensure no one had seen her lewd act; and really no one did, to my relief.The woman was giving me the greenlight and I had to act fast before she changed her mind.I MUST BANG THAT BOOTY! Trouble dey sleep, nyanga wan wake am.

To Be Continued….

Must Read: My Distraction (18+)… PART 15

The kind of massive ikebes I saw everyday at work was not something my mouth could describe.Briggs Memorial was really the place to be.You needed to be there yourself to see how all the nurses seemed to be heavy at the rear section, shaking their asses like there was a twerking competition on ground.I even wondered how the other doctors managed to survive in this environment without falling into the sweet temptations of the s*xy** nurses.Abi na only me dey feel the vibes? I don’t think so, because I once stumbled on an incident I wouldn’t forget in a hurry.Let me tell you about it……..

That fateful day I was on call duty owing majorly to the fact my consultant wasn’t around.There had been a case at hand.A woman who had been diagnosed with cervical cancer; and after examining her, there was a need for the Oncologist, so I took the report to the Senior Consultant on Oncology at the Oncology department.I had only reached his door when I heard moaning sounds coming from inside, and it sounded interesting.Quickly I looked left and right to ensure no one was around the corridor before bending to peep through the key hole.What I saw was unbelievable!

The man was banging a nurse.Or would I say a nurse was banging him, because she sat astride him while he was in his chair as she moved her waist like a sewing machine, with his hands grabbing her butt….Mehn see f*ck!
My hand held my crotch to prevent my c0ck from bursting my trousers.I couldn’t make out the face of the nurse because she had her back to me, and the key hole was too miniature to give me a clear view.So I wasn’t the only one feeling the nurses’ aura, eh?. “Well Mr.Consultant, time up”, I said to myself as I arranged my d!ck between my thighs and knocked on the door.There was a sudden silence before the man’s stressed voice came up.
“Who?” he asked
“Dr.Goodheart”, i responded,”May I come in?”
“No! hold on”, he said.And I heard whispers and footsteps before the door creaked open and a bootylicious nurse stepped out, passing me without looking at me or saying a word.Then I walked in.What happened after that was a ‘story for the gods’…….Now, let’s get back to my story.

Though I fancied most of the nurses in the hospital, there was one I didn’t like that much (only sey her backyard heavy wella and her bobbie na milk factory) .Her name was Nurse Mercy, but ironically she had no mercy as she would talk saucily to patients, yell at her colleagues and even at pregnant women in labour.The latter act provoked me on a certain occasion and I cautioned her severely.Ever since that day, the yeye nurse ceased greeting me.Rather she would bounce her oversized b00bs anytime she walked passed as if she was trying to spite me.No wahala! on a good day i would get her and teach her a lesson.No be me again?

Dr.Saha my boss never ceased to get me busy whenever he was around.On a one of my call sessions, he asked me to attend to a woman in labour.But her cervix wasn’t fully dilated.So I checked for Cervical Dilation and got an unimpressive result of just 5cm as she was still in the Active Labour Phase after a long period of time.She needed to reach the Transition Phase of 10cm if she was to push the baby.She was definitely having a delayed labour.So I had to inform my oga.

***2 hours Later***
I was sitted at the doctor’s common room watching TV when a nurse came rushing to me,”Doctor…doctor your consultant wants to see you (oh! not again)…its an emergency”
I stood up instantly,”What emergency?” I asked throwing on my ward coat.


“Just couldn’t resist the booty call”, I replied.And she reached for my tie, pulling me closer and grabbed my crotch, massaging tenderly.
“I haven’t had s*x in a while now”, she said, bitting her lower lip sexily and my d!ck throbbed.She responded by gripping it harder, as my right hand caressed her robust thighs.”You’re too hot for your age”, I said in rasped breath and she replied”,I’m as young as ever”, she said fumbling with my zipper and succeeded in freeing my bazooka which sprang out and her mouth went agape.
“Wow! it’s so big”, she lamented with wide eyes, and I could see the hunger in those s*xy** eyes of hers.

Before I could say a word, the milf slid down (from the desk) and turned her backside to me, leaning on the desk.
“Take me from behind” she said impatiently.
That was enough to send my hormones misfiring, and I struggled with the zip to her skirt but her heavy backbump stretched her skirt so tight, almost snapping the zipper apart.There was no time.So I raised her skirt up and….Holy Moses!!…You needed to see these nyash in bare flesh.So massive and wicked.It was what I would call ‘ikebe super’.

While I marveled at her load, I was compelled to bend and kiss her Buttocks cheeks (because they deserved to be appreciated) and she pushed her booty backwards into my face and I knew what she wanted.So I pulled her thin panties down to her thighs and squatted before her butt, facing her pouted pusse.Her labials were dilated and swollen, and I gently inserted 2 fingers into her Kitty-cat feeling its slimy walls as her warmth enveloped my fingers.

I began to drill her cuñt by screwing and digging my fingers deeper, and she squirmed softly, just as I had expected, wetting my fingers with her juice.I continued the act for a while; and when I was sure she was wet enough, I pulled out my fingers and buried my face in her snatch as her Buttocks cheeks massaged my face.Her Kitty-cat tasted so good (like vanilla) and I ate her so well, tracing the tip of my tongue like the letter ‘O’ round her labials and licked her vulva teasingly, nibbling and sucking her big clit repeatedly.She became overwhelmed and meant to pull away from me and I held her back by the hips, and she closed her legs slightly, trying to control the havoc my tongue was wrecking on her.So I pulled away and stood erect, (tore out a CD and slid it over my shaft) and aimed at the entrance of her honeypot.Without forewarning, I plunged my piston into her rings and she threw her head backwards in a gasp, scratching the surface of her desk and moaned,”I’ve not had such a d!ck before”, she cried (How was that my business?). She wanted me to nyash her and there I was ready to given it to her.Instantly I began to hit her hard and she rotated her hips slowly, as her body welcomed the pleasure.

The woman was really s*x starved, as she writhed in pleasure, knocking away the effects on her desk while I f*cked her.Her pusse felt so tight and wet, so I rammed her up with increasing thrusts, causing the nurses’ cap on her head to fall off and she started to moan aloud,”ohh…bad boy, bad boy…f*ck me bad boy”, as I kept pumping that mature pusse.She never stopped wriggling like a worm, spinning and rocking her hips in ecstasy as she continued giving me her backside without reserve and suddenly began to cry out,”Nooo,yeesss…oooh, yeahh”, filling the office with the sweet sound of s*x.Then I slowed and pulled out of her V to catch my breath…spanking her booty twice before lodging in my shaft again and continued ramming her, as she pushed her Buttocks backwards receiving my pelvic assault.Today na today, I thought.

I watched her bakassi shake and tremor like jelly (Chai!!). It was such a wonderful sight which made me want more and more of Madam Grace’s big ikebe, while she kept urging me to bang her harder.And I did…pressing her hips lower and placing my right foot on the edge of her desk as I deepened my thrust, hitting her G-spøt directly over and over again.And she began to hum deeply like a vibrating phone as she hit her climax with a crying whimper (I wish you saw her face).And I kept spooning her till her legs wobbled and spread wider and my balls exploded like a canon, shooting jets of Pour into the rubber sheath.Then I withdrew to watch her juice drip down her smooth thighs.She stood up and turned back to stare at me, with a satisfied look on her face.

F*cking Madam Grace was the beginning of things to come as I went about my daily routine in the midst of those seductresses.What do you expect from a sharp shooter like me.Abi I go carry last? You sef check am naa.

To Be Continued…

SHS graduate scores seven 'A's and one 'B', denied admission into Medical School


Source: Ghana| Myjoyonline.com| 

Maxwell Dipuutey


A 23-year-old boy from Dayiri in the Upper West Region has been denied admission into medical school because he scored “B” in English Language.
The University for Development Studies (UDS) Medical School denied him admission because the available slots had been filled by students with better grades.
English Language is a core subject and a good grade is considered critical to an overall aggregate score. Maxwell Dipuutey made (As) in all his courses except English Language for which he got a “B3”.
Maxwell is the second child of his father’s sixteen children.
“One of the things that compels me to do medicine is the fact that I did not grow to see my mother and my three siblings. I was told they died of some common disease,” he told Joy News’ Martina Bugri.
Maxwell read General Science at Nandom Senior High School also in the Upper West Region in 2014.
According to him, he had to struggle on his own to acquire his basic and secondary education. “I engaged in galamsey on vacations so I could pay for my school fees,” he said.
Maxwell applied for medicine at the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology (KNUST) after he completed senior high school.
He was denied the option so he took the Medical Laboratory Technician course he was offered at KNUST.
"I realised I could still do my medicine so I reapplied for it," he stated.
He deferred his course at KUNST after his first year there and applied for medicine in UDS this year.
He was offered a Medical Laboratory Technician course again.
“I still desire to read medicine because my people need help,” Maxwell said.
But his dream to become a medical doctor to save lives of rural people is gradually dimming because he failed to make an “A” in English Language.

Must Read: My Distraction (18+)… PART 14

She then føndled my balls gently as I kept nibbling and playing with her breasts.To be frank I love the suffocating feeling associated with big b00bs when sucking on them.It just turns me on the more.Ebere’s b00bs were no different in that regards as I nuzzled my face between her racks and squeezed her b00bs over my face, breathing hard.She was enjoying the mammary comfort she gave me as she held one of her breasts in her hand and squeezed it into my mouth, urging me to suck judiciously and she repeated the same action for the other Bosom, smiling with her eyes shut and loving the way I slurped on her nippIes.I sucked greedily, causing her to make whimpering sounds repeatedly, while she ran her fingers through my hair, then she grabbed my head gently and lifted my face.
“You suck like a baby”, she said, heaving me away from her racks and gradually went down on her knees (with her eyes on mine) as she slowly took my rigid shaft in her mouth and circled her lips around it.Gently I watched my man meat disappear into her warm mouth as she began to bob her head back and forth, throwing me into unimaginable pleasures.

She teased the tip of my d!ck with expertise, lashing her tongue around it like a serpent and sucked hard at it, before swallowing my whole shaft, and ending her lips on my groin.Her deep thrøating skills was becoming legendary as she gurgled repeatedly on the tip of my c0ck before choking and spitting on it, then wanked it vigorosly, and took it in her mouth once again.The feeling of her tongue on my shaft was out of this world, causing me to suck in air with my eyes closed.She continued her mouth job on me for a long time, almost making me shoot my load.Then she let go of my d!ck with a popping sound from her mouth and got up to place a kiss on my lips.
“Congrats doc on the new job”, she said.
That evening I made sweet love to Ebere like i’ve never done before.I was overwhelmed with excitement (over the job) and by desires as I made her moan sweet words to me in bed.

She lay wriggling in bed as I f*cked her gently, moving my hands to massage and knead her b00bs as well, and causing her to gasp repeatedly.Ebere lifted her head forward to look into my eyes with her face contorted in pre-orgasm and she parted her lips slightly, virtually breathing into my face.She then moved her hands to my buttocks and grabbed frantically, digging her nails in as I spooned her pusse deeper and she moaned deeply, thrashing her head back to the bed.

She then pulled me further to her breasts, clawing and caressing my back as she spread her legs wider and upwards, bucking her waist in pleasure as she gasped aloud “ohhh, God”. I moved my waist circularly in a steady motion and she held and caressed my head as she brought her tongue to my earlobes, teasing like a serpent.And began to whisper into my ears,”Make me come sweetie…don’t stop f*cking me” as her Intimate words seemed to weaken my reserve and I felt the familiar sweet sensation down my groin, causing my tempo to increase.So I began to ram faster, groaning as well, as my muscles spasmed to her notice and she squeezed me harder to her bossom and started to whisper,”Yeah baby, come for me…come in me…just inside me”.And that was enough to send me overboard as I pummeled harder, convulsing at the same time and shot my wad inside her, before coming to a slow halt and she wrapped her legs around me.
Ebere was still rotating her hips slowly as she wanted more, teasing my semi-erect d!ck with the slimy walls of her pusse.I just stayed above her, letting her tease me for a while in that position before resuming my thrust on her snatch again.This time I banged harder but in a steady rhythm as my d!ck became engorged once more, causing her mouth to gape wide open and she began to moan aloud “ohhh…ahhhh”, thrashing her hands as both fists squeezed the sheets like they were going to tear them.

I turned her to position her atop me; and she gradually sank down on my shaft, giving me a wonderful view of her big bouncing b00bs and large pointed nippIes.As soon as she speared her pusse with my d!ck, she began to rock her hips back and forth with her face lifted upwards and eyes deeply shut, enjoying the depth of my c0ck in her.Her hips jerked rythmically as her breasts flailed about and I shot my hands to them, squeezing them, while she f*cked me to oblivion, rotating her hips in circles at some points only to resume banging me harder as her wobbling Buttocks splattered noisily on my groin.Soon her speed started to increase with each bang she made and she fell forwards to me, pressing and crushing her soft melons on my chest, with her palms pressed hard to the bed as she moaned in my ear bouncing her ikebe uncontrollablly over my shaft (wallahi the girl can f*ck).And I felt her cuñt juice increasing and dripping down my c0ck, making squishing sounds as she whimpered aloud,”Yes,yes,yes,yes…oooh yesss”.Suddenly her hips began to buck wildly like a rodeo, rasping her breath as her body tremored in spasms and she came with a loud,”ooohhh!!” twitching her fingers continuously.When she had stopped shaking, she just lay back on top of me gleaming with sweat and speechless (my shaft still within her) as her breath ragged quietly.

On resumption at Briggs Memorial Hospital, I was properly welcome by my new colleagues.And Dr.Leturah took time to introduce me to everyone including my Consultant, Dr.Saha an Indian, under whom I was to round off the remaining one year of my Residency training in ObGyn (Obsterics and Gynaecology).He was also the Attending Physician in the Obsterics unit and I was now a Senior Resident Officer.
“Welcome aboard, doctor”, Leturah said before retiring to her duty post.My new place of work looked quite demanding and tasking, owing to its standard which every staff worked hard to uphold.And it didn’t take me time to fit into the new fold as I did everything to please my Consultant who was a very strict, pot bellied man (not to forget he was short) who wouldn’t accept any lapses from any Resident under him.

Yet, amidst all the Jeez and whiz, I didn’t fail to notice the hospital housed a large number of s*xy** female doctors (in which some were Indian) and nurses who were also ravishing.Amongst all the nurses I admired, the Matron, Madam Grace (whom I later found out was a divorcee) was the eye knocker.She was the perfect effigy of a greek goddess.And was in her mid 40s, with a medium sized b00bs and a whooping killer Buttocks, which gave her the perfect strike of the figure ‘8’.She was moderately built, not fat, not slim.Maybe plump I would say.And was looking 10 yrs younger than her age.I always stole quick glances at her whenever she walked passed me, rolling her huge backside like she wanted to seduce someone.Something within told me she was an amorous woman, though we hadn’t had the opportunity to break a meaningful conversation.I could also tell she was the serious type as she would always crease her beautiful face when on duty.Honestly I always imagined what it would feel like to massage that big bakassi of hers, which always stretched the V contours of her pant line as I noticed through her sparkling white skirt.So i made up my mind to get between her legs no matter how.Trust me naa!

On a particular day, my boss Dr.Saha asked me to retrieve a patient’s file from Madam Grace.As I got into her office, I caught her seated in her chair with her robust thighs spread apart and eyes deeply shut as she was vigorously massaging her pusse with her fingers, moaning softly.She didn’t seem to notice me standing there, and she had forgotten to lock the door.I stood at the doorway staring in awe and enjoying the spectacle before me, massaging my c0ck through my trousers, then the door creaked close, and jammed with a bang which startled her out of her indulgence.She quickly drew down her skirt and adjusted her blouse.
“Can I help you, doc?” she asked defensively, her eyes noticing the bulge below my belt as I came forward to take the seat infront of her desk.
“Dr.Saha sent me to collect the file on the case of the Ovarian Cyst…that’s the woman in ward 3″, I answered.She looked quizically at me,”But that’s a nurse’s duty”, she said, and I smiled within.Probably she would have preferred a gossiping nurse to catch her in the unholy act abi? ….this woman sef.She seemed to read my thoughts as she waved her hand indifferently,”Anyway…whatever!” she said and got up, walking to the metal drawer close to her desk.She stood there rummaging the top cabinet with her back to me, giving me the ample position to check out her s*xy** figure, admiring the white snickers on her feet, which matched her uniform so well.

She didn’t seem to find the file in the first 2 shelves and she bent over, jutting her Buttocks backwards as she reached for the other shelves below, and I stared agape at her ikebe which made her thin panties look like they were going to snap anytime soon, owing to her position.Believe me, I was tempted to almost grab her huge behind, before coming back to my senses (Chai! see nyash).

Madam Grace soon found the file and she stood erect, flipping through it while I watched her.
“Doctor Goodheart”, she called, with her eyes still in the file.And I answered,”Yep?”
“Hope you didn’t see anything when you came in?”, she asked in her mature tone and brought down the file to look at me.
“Anything like what?” I asked.
She then walked towards me and adjusted my tie,”If you must know…”, she said,”I have a very strong influence on this hospital.And Dr.Briggs in whose memory the hospital was built is my father” My eyes widened in surprise.Then she handed me the file,”Just thought I should let you know Sir, since you’re new here”, she concluded, walking back to her seat.Was she threatening me? Imagine the guts! Anyway I knew it was just the usual woman gra gra and I must still nyash her.
“You don’t threaten a doctor, you’re a matron” I said establishing superiority.And she looked at me with her s*xy** bulgy eyes,”Did I?” she asked innocently as I sat motionless staring at her.Damn! she was a very pretty woman and was also s*x starved as I had just discovered.That was an avenue to get into her panties.Only heavens knew what her cuñt would feel like around my shaft, I thought..So I envisaged her rubbing her clit infront of me as she had done earlier and the thought made my d!ck stir eagerly.And I shook my head.
“I have to take my leave now”, I said but she made no response as I got up and walked towards the door, then she spoke up”We could become best of friends, you know?” and gave me a seductive wink…Wow! this woman was just as bad as I thought.I only smiled back at her and hurried back to my consultant.
I was just new in this hospital, and things were already getting interesting.For sure I was going to enjoy my stay here, I smiled to myself.

To Be Continued…

Must Read: My Distraction (18+)… PART 13

Dear readers, it was actually a dream come true when I got the full effects for my transfer.I couldn’t believe I now had a job with Briggs Memorial, the swaggalicious hospital and I was the only resident doctor among the consulting doctors who got the appointment.Even my guy Patrick couldn’t believe it himself.
“What a nice start, dude”, he said when he saw my name on that list.Seriously I was going to miss working with him, and also with Peju the old cleaner lady who would always crack jokes with my punk hairstyle.And so were they going to miss me too.Of all the people to miss me more, it was Lillian (i’m sure you all know why).

She coaxed me to a corner and threw her arms around me in a bear hug.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving us”, she said.And i cuddled and reassured her that I would always be there whenever she needed me (for the bleeps naa), because I knew she would miss the quickies and our wild sexcapades.
“Does that mean you’ll keep f*cking me?” she asked looking into my eyes.I couldnt believe the cunning little gossip was shamelessly asking such a question.
“Of course I will”, I replied not minding the increasing number of women in my life.
“I’ll drop by your place from time to time”, I tried to reassure her.She then kissed me deeply, pressing me further to the wall as I could feel her big hard nippIes from her thin bra.I reciprocated the kiss instantly and squeezed her pettite Buttocks gently, swatting it lightly and causing her to jolt with each swat.Then she released my lips, pulled my face down to hers and pecked my chin and nose.
“I’ll miss you baby”, she said staring into my face, her fingers now playing with my lips.”And you’re the best doc i’ve ever seen”.

We were standing behind the hospital block in our compromising way when we heard heard footsteps approaching from the right flank.In a swift motion, Lillian withdrew from me as Peju the old cleaner lady came approaching.
“Ah ah, doc wetin una dey do here?” she asked, her eyes roaming suspiciously.
“Nothing oo, Mummy”, I replied in obesience.And she turned to look at Lillian who now looked away with her hands in her pinafor pockets.
“And you busy body”, she referred to Lillian,”Hope sey no be tango you wan do with doc because him don get better work?”
Lillian didn’t speak a word, rather she stood tapping her left foot on the gound “tap! tap!! tap!!!……” Then she hissed “mtcheeeew” and walked away, rolling her Buttocks to spite Peju who was now frowning at her.The two women had never gotten along well throughout my stay at the hospital.I stood laughing at the scenario and Peju turned to face me and spoke almost in a whisper,”No look that ikebe oo (she was pointing towards Lillian)…wahala full am gan”, she said in a motherly tone.I couldn’t supress my laughter anymore as I began to cackle aloud “,M’oti gban”, I replied in her dialect, still laughing.Then she nodded in satisfaction and left.

That evening I arrived home in the most cheerful mood and noticed that mummy Junior’s car wasn’t within the compound.Probably she had gone out on one of her usual business paroles.I got to my doorstep, made to unlock the door and noticed something strange.

There was a clogging noise coming from inside the house and I could perceive the sweet aroma of a sumptuous meal leaking through the front window.So I quickly unlocked the door and stepped in cautiously.


The sitting room had been thoroughly put together unlike the way I had left it the previous night, and the dining had been arranged with dinner sets neatly placed on them, proving that someone was really in my house….But my door was locked, I thought.

The clogging noise was coming from the kitchen amidst the running faucet, which would come on and go off at intervals.So I silently walked towards the kitchen on tip-toe and got to the door to find Ebere over the sink washing some plates with her back towards me.She sensed there was someone behind her and turned back to see me leaning by the doorway.She smiled,”You’re back already”, she said, returning her gaze to the sink.

Ebere looked extremely beautiful that evening, with her hair in long braids which brought out the pea shape of her head; and she wore a blue tube top and a turquoise mini-flay skirt to go with.I drooled at her full (and exposed) thighs and big bakassi which wobbled momentarily as she moved her legs on the spot she stood.God bless the day she was born.
“How did you get in?” I asked, stepping into the kitchen.She shook her head in dismay and answered,”I’m the landlord’s daughter remember”.But her answer didn’t satisfy me and she noticed it from the quizzical look on my face and grinned,”Okay…I’ve got the spare keys to the back door”, she said.”…you didn’t change the lock” Certainly she was right.I had changed the lock to the front door except for the back door which kept skipping my memory.And I never knew she had the keys.So i roamed my eyes allover her body once more and drew closer to her, wrapped my arms around her from behind and nibbled her ear lobes as she wriggled in my arms.
“What about Papa?”, I asked.
She scoffed before answering,”I’ve settled the old man”, she said,”He’s asleep and won’t be needing me anytime now”
“And your mum?” I inquired.
“She’s travelled with aunt Vokeh…to be back tomorrow”, Ebere answered.
That was good news to me.At last her jealous aunt won’t be here to monitor her movement to and fro (my house) and I had her all to myself now.

I squeezed Ebere gently within my grip as she continued with the chores and I licked her ear lobes, causing her to jerk in my arms.My hands moved simultaneously to her breasts and crotch (through her skirt) as I squeezed and massaged at the same time, and she let go of the stainless dish in her grasp and moaned softly “mmhhhmm”.
“Let me finish the chores,sweetie”, she whispered, turning her right cheek to rub on my lips.The food was already simmering aloud and she moved her hand to the gas cooker and wound the knob off, then turned to face me as she wrapped her wet hands around my neck, looking into my face.
“What do you want young man?” she asked playfully.I extended my hand behind her to turn off the faucet and replied,”I wanna f*ck you Eby”. Her eyes dimmed seductively as I called her ‘Eby’.She loved it whenever I called her that.Gradually she let go of my neck and teasingly pulled down the top of her tube blouse, exposing her large melons.And she squeezed them provocatively with her eyes still dimmed with desire.
“Then take me…i’m all yours”, she rasped.
I grabbed her like a beast, and my hands mauled her b00bs savagely as my lips overtook hers.She returned my ferrocious kisses instantly, leaving us breathless and her hand went below to struggle with my fly.Soon she succeeded in getting the fly open and my d!ck sprang out into her grasp and she began to squeeze it hard; and my hands roamed behind to lift her skirt only to come in contact with her bare butt.She was totally ñude underneath, and I looked into her eyes,”No panties, Eby!” and she giggled at my surprise.
“You’re such a bad girl”, I said
She giggled louder and replied,”I guess you like me that way”.And I bent down to ravish those jugs on her chest as my hands føndled her buttocks greedily.She then…….

To Be Continued….

Must Read: My Distraction (18+)… PART 12

She winced aloud, licking my chin and breathed into my ears,”You turn me on baby”, she moaned, devouring my lips once again.We kept føndling each other’s body, engrossed with our desires when there was a knock on her window and we startled.A security man stood by the window talking, his words muffled by the glass.She turned and wound down the glass.
“Madam na person frontage be dis abeg”, the man said rudely.We were already in the GRA were Leturah lived, so she apologized and we zoomed off; with my d!ck stiff all the way.

It was all in a matter of minutes when we got to her house.And we got out of the car, groping at each other’s body.Our lips locked again as she wrapped a hand around my neck while the other hand fiddled with the key hole.She succeeded in unlocking the door and we bumped in, humming as we kissed.
“….the bedroom”, she whispered, and I scooped her into my arms, while she pointed the way forward.

Once we got to the bedroom, I sprawled her on the bed and she sat up and grabbed me, tugging my shirt off my body, then turned her back for me to unzip her dress.And I slowly peeled off her silky panties revealing her beautiful crotch.Leturah had a lovely body, with full round breasts (34DD) and a wide hips which was supported by full fleshy thighs.Her light skin complimented everything.We were now n?ked, rolling frantically on the bed like cubs in the heat of passion.Swiftly, she maneuvered to the 69 position and sank her dripping pusse into my face, bending down to gobble my d!ck at the same time.

My tongue instantly shot into her honey pot and she jerked her hips as her mouth tightened around my shaft.She wasn’t a good c0ck sucker, but she gave a nice try, slurping on the cap of my d!ck continuously and moaning along.I squeezed her fleshly buttocks while sucking on her labials, teasing her pusse with my tongue and lapping lavishly around her vulva, causing her mouth to leave my d!ck as she moaned aloud,”uhhmmm…yeah baby….” and she resumed her mouth job on me.I could taste her cuñt juice on my tongue as I proded deeper into her pusse, tickling her clit and she began to grind her pusse on my face, and f*cking my tongue.I responded immediately by thrusting my tongue in and out, to her rhythm and she let go off my c0ck and moaned louder,”Ohhh…mmhh…oooh”, jerking her hips gently.Encouraged by her response, I moved my tongue to her butt crack and teased her (she shuddered) and sucked her clit steadily, causing her to jerk upright on my face as her whole weight sank my tongue once again into her Kitty-cat and she squirmed,” oooh…God”, f*cking my tongue steadily and gyrating her hips as she squeezed her breasts, moaning aloud.

I licked her pusse voraciously as I ate her labials like they were chocolate, tracing my tongue round her cuñt.And she went into a frenzy, jerking rapidly on my face with her hand holding my head behind as she kept moaning.I was eating her to ecstasy.Suddenly she disengaged from her position, with her breath whizzing and lay on her back, throwing her thighs wide apart, exposing her stuby clit.
“Ride me baby”, she moaned, her gaze fixed on my throbbing d!ck.I didn’t need her to inform me before I could ride her, because that was what I had in mind all along.Before you could say ‘Jack’, I positioned between her legs while she lifted her thighs with her hands as I pierced her love hole, and she closed her eyes hissing “hsssst” and moaned “ooooh” as I began to drill her snatch.

Leturah was so wet as I f*cked her, and her pusse began to make squishing sounds accompanied by slurps which were complemented by her soft moans while I f*cked her slowly, moving my waist from left to right and then in circles.She seemed to welcome my mild thrusts as she wriggled beneath me, tweaking her nippIes and sucking her fingers.I was giving her a good f*ck.

Then I bucked my waist higher, increasing my tempo with each successive thrust and her hands left her breasts and grabbed my shoulders, widening her eyes and mouth, overwhelmed by the sudden change in tempo as she gasped deeply.I pounded her hard and fast without stopping, and she gave a shriek and began to scream aloud,”ohh…ohh…ohh” and I kept on banging hard, moving my waist to different directions from time to time.And she dug her nails into my shoulder, as her lips began to quiver frantically.Then I felt her hips buck backwards and she arched her back, thrashing her hands desperately on the bed with her face to one side, and eyes tightly shut as she cried out,”Yeesss…right there…f*ck me…right there” and I banged on, encouraged by her demands, moving my waist at ‘hyperspeed’, riding her all the way and was lost in realms of passion.Till i felt her begin to shudder, whimpering and spasming at the same time, moaning out incoherent words as her orgasm racked her body.And she gave a melodious tune “hmmmm” as she came so hard, her body convulsing….I tappered to a halt, rotating my d!ck within her depth as she breathed out,”Oh God,oh God…give me more…more baby”, she whizzed.

I sat up smiling at her spasming body and maneuvered her to the doggie style.She said she wanted more and I was going to give her more.I stuffed a pillow under her stomach and pressed her down to bed, making her wide hips jutt in the air.Gently I penetrated her (holding her hips) and began to thrust again.Her Buttocks vibrated with each thrust I gave and it felt so wonderful seeing her fair bums wobble at my command.I smiled in satisfaction and resumed pummeling harder, making her rotate her hips in unison with my assault.And she began to thrust back, rising on both hands and threw her head backwards, enjoying the feeling of my shaft in her and started to yammer,”Yeahh…that’s so good…that’s so good…”

My thrusts were begining to go ‘hyperspeed’ again as I positioned my shaft to hit her centre spot and pummeled harder, making her thrash her head back to the the bed.And i pressed her hips lower, swatting my tighs on her vibrating Buttocks and she grabbed the sheets, stuffing them into her mouth to muffle her cries as she screamed,”oh shít, oh shít, oh shít”. I kept f*cking her in a wild marathon.Then I felt her pusse stiffen around my c0ck, sending vibes to my brain as I groaned like a bull.And her body began to tremor, ushering her into another spasming orgasm (she continued screaming) as we climaxed together with my seed spurting up her back…..We fell back to the bed, our bodies gleaming with sweat.

In truth Leturah had promised to get me the job, but not without paying in kind to her lustful desires.That night marked an epoch in our illicit affair.I call it illicit because my CMD would have my head on a platter if he discovered I was f*cking his little girl.That same night I returned home very late, though Leturah had pleaded with me to spend the night, but I didn’t want to risk anything so I turned down her request.

It was around 11:00 pm when I got home into the confines of the lonely compound.Everywhere was dead silent except for the creaking of crickets that broke the silence at intervals.I made to walk to my balcony when I heard a female voice call softly.”Doc”, the voice said and I turned to see mummy Junior seated on the frame of the flower bed, toying with her phone.Her figure was silhouetted and made visible only by the dim light from her phone screen.She sat crossed legged in her nightgown and I could inhale a streak of her lovely scent from where I stood.I turned fully to face her,”
You’re still awake”, I said, and she heaved a deep sigh,”Its been long i’ve been waiting for you”, she said.That was the first time I was hearing the woman speak fluent English.Though I preferred the pidgin she spoke because it sounded so original coming from her mouth.

I took few steps towards her and stood some metres away, then said”,There’s no point waiting for me mummy Junior”, and she shot me an angry look.
“Doc na bad thing to love you?” She asked and stood up, walking towards me as i took two steps backwards and she stopped in her way.
“You dey run from me?” she asked innocently.The fact was that I was avoiding the woman.Her constant love talks were now a major concern to me and I saw it as insane, owing majorly to the fact she was married with kids.And anything beyond the ordinary would lead to a gruesome scandal.

She resumed her pace towards me and came standing before me, looking into my eyes.I could make out shades of tears in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked and she wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled up to me.
“Doc you no go understand at all”, she said sniffing.I raised her face to meet mine and said,”Make me understand…what’s wrong?” That was when the woman opened up to me.She told me her parents had forced her to marry her husband because he was rich but the man had never shown her love or romance right from day one.She went on to tell me that her husband had even impregnated a girl 4yrs ago because he thought she was barren and was a chronic womanizer who hardly spent time with his family.She felt so bad that since the company he worked for sent him abroad, he hardly called her on the phone.
“Only God know how many oyinbo women him don f*ck for there”, she said.
Her story was touching and I instantly felt pity for her.

The lady had been in emotional pains all along and hadn’t broken a word to anybody, not even her elder sister, inorder to avoid bringing in a third party which could ruin her marriage.She was indeed brave.Out of sympathy and in a bid to comfort her, my arms unconsciously wrapped around her curvy hips and she gently placed her lips on mine, smouldering me with mild kisses.And I responded instantly, tongue lashing her mouth and roaming my palms on her heavy ikebe.Caressing and kneading her fleshy buttocks, making her moan softly “hmmmm” as I kept handling her in my arms.

She kissed me so deeply, deriving comfort in my arms, before withdrawing her lips, and looked at me intently.
“No be f*ck I want this night”, she said to my surprise.”Na your attention I need”.Truly mummy Junior needed attention and someone to talk to.And i could tell she was satisfied by confiding in me.She claimed to be in love with me, but I knew it was just her heart playing tricks on her, as it looked for a way to escape its pain.Well I decided to play along with her if that would help her overcome her heart break, till her infatuation with me disappeared.This wasn’t the first time I was dealing with women like this and my experience in such situation date way back to my juvenile days.

Slowly she disengaged from me, unlocking my arms (around her) and held my hands.
“Abeg no tell anybody wetin I tell you this night”, she pleaded.She was trying to protect her marriage for the sake of her children.
“Don’t worry, I understand”, I replied.
Then she bade me good night, dropped my hands, then turned and walked away, swaying her hips provocatively as she headed back to the house.


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I arrived the hospital the next morning amidst the buzzing news of the newly selected doctors who were chosen by the CMD and his daughter.My buddy, Patrick met me by the the walk way and told me that the list was out, and he was on his way to see it.Together we headed for the notice board at the hospital lobby.As we walked down, a cloud of doubt besieged my mind.What if Leturah’s father had refused to approve my transfer, I thought.There was only one way to find out and that was by seeing the list first hand.

The number of staffs around the notice board was large,but I pushed my way through as my heart beat quickened.And I scanned the list which contained the signature of the CMD and names of eight doctors.Then my eyes caught my name.Yes!! I exclaimed pumping a fist into the air.I was the seventh person on the list, to Patrick’s surprise.Leturah had kept her word..

Later that day the CMD sent for me and I walked into his office as he and Leturah seemed engrossed in their discussion.He turned to look at me as I stepped in.
“Take a seat”, he said gesturing me to a chair and resumed his discussion with his daughter who pretended not to notice me walk in.

When they were through, Leturah got up and excused herself and left.Not without giving me a discreet smile as she turned her back to her father.Immediately she left, the CMD cleared his throat.
“I wonder why my daughter insisted on you”, he began.”Well I cant refuse her anything”. He opened his drawer and brought out a white envelope.”Here is your report of good conduct”, he said handing me the envelope.And I thanked him and stood up to leave, then he asked
“Are you having an affair with my daughter?” I stood quite shocked before regaining my composure.
“No sir”, I replied and he nodded indifferently,then said,”You’re a good boy and a smart one with a promising career…hope you find what you seek for”. With those final words, I breezed out of his office, took in a deep breath of relief and looked to my left (down the corridor) to find Leturah leaning on the wall some feet away, smiling at me.

To Be Continued….