I quickly ran up the stairs and forced my door open. I walked in and sat on my bed. There was no time to think, I had to do something and fast. Since Sophie and Demilade were out, the coast was clear to seduce Babatunde, but how was I going to do it? It’s not like the man and I were friends so seducing him wouldn’t be that easy.

The only hope I had was that I knew he was interested because of the way he had stared at my breasts before, so even if it was going to be tough, I knew mugu would still fall. Wait sef, why was I thinking twice? Me that was a master in this game, something that is like beans for me, it’s now Demilade’s father I will be fearing? Abegi.

I looked through my bag for nice lingerie to wear but I didn’t see anything that looked good enough. I was there searching as if I packed any for my trip when there was nothing. I stood upright, index finger in between my teeth thinking about what to do. Then in a flash, I stormed out of my room and ran to Sophie’s.

I looked through her closet to see if I would find any new lingerie in her stash. I was about giving up when I found one. Oh the joy! It was a black, sheer, plunging crystal beaded neckline body suit with a cross back and a thong bottom. I looked at the tag and it read, ‘Victoria Secret’ with a $50 price tag. I quickly did the math in my head, 18,000 naira for body suit, wonderful.

I grabbed it, went to her wig collection, took a wig and went back to my room. Even though I knew Sophie was going to be mad if she found out, I didn’t care. If I succeeded in seducing Babatunde, I would be able to buy her 10 bodysuits, even more expensive ones. I quickly took a shower, wore light make up with bright red lipstick, wore the wig and then bodysuit. I looked in the mirror and admired myself. The bust of the bodysuit was small so it made my breasts look even bigger, an added advantage to my mission. I looked really good, good enough to eat.

I took my robe out of my bag, put it on and headed for Babatunde’s room. I knocked on his door but there was no answer. I knocked again, still no answer. I walked to the balcony and looked down. His car was still parked in the compound so he definitely was around. Then I remembered that Sophie had spoken about their study in the attic that her father would go to if he wanted to work without disturbance. I figured he would be there so I went upstairs.

The door was ajar and I peeped to check if he was there. He was seated behind the desk with his head bowed down. I loosened the belt of my robe to reveal my breasts properly and then I walked in, shutting the door behind me.

“Good evening sir.” I greeted.

He rose his head slowly and looked at me. He was stunned at the sight of my almost naked voluptuous body.

“Evening.” He responded, trying to keep a straight gaze.

“I just wanted to know if you were coming down for dinner, Sophie and her brother have gone out so I was wondering if we could have dinner together.” I said boldly.

“Thank you for the thought but I’m not hungry.” He said.

“Ok sir, but are you ok?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. I looked at him and followed his eyesight. He was staring hard at my breasts. I smiled and repeated my question.

“Yes, yes, I’m ok.” He finally found his voice.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.

“Talk about what?”

“What is bothering you. You don’t look like you’re ok to me, your heart is heavy.” I said.

“It’s nothing serious really, I’m just thinking about the new projects the company has to do, if our partnership with Carter is going to be worth it…”

He started talking and talking about how he didn’t want to go into partnership but he was convinced by Fowi’s father and Demilade. How he didn’t think it was the best idea because he liked to be in charge of everything that happened at his company. I was quite surprised at how he switched from concentrating on my breasts to talking about his business so passionately even with 100% distraction in front of him. He did love his company and his business and that was definitely what made him successful.

I was tired of all the plenty talk and I wanted to get on with my seduction already so I stood up and walked to his back. This man didn’t even flinch o, he kept talking. Luckily, the back of the chair was quite low so I was able to rest my breasts on his head and start massaging his shoulders. I moved my breasts back and forth on his head like I was massaging it. He seemed to be enjoying it a lot because he wasn’t talking so much anymore. Then as if something entered his head, he asked,

“What are you doing?”

I hushed him and encouraged him to relax.

“You’re so tense, you need to stop talking for a minute.” I massaged on.

He listened to me and kept quiet. I continued for a few more minutes, his sounds of pleasure were all the signs of approval I needed. He was slowly coming around and I knew it was time to make the next move. I placed my hands on his shoulder and moved my hands down his chest, finding his nipples and tracing my fingers round them.

After doing that for a bit, I pulled his chair back, walked to his front and pulled him up into an embrace that he didn’t refuse. I pressed my breasts against his chest and held unto him tightly. His hands were hanging just above my hips so I moved it down and pressed it hard on my butt. The hug lasted for a while and when we finally broke out and looked at each other a kiss was inevitable. A kiss which lasted and lasted and lasted. Till we were hungrily tonguing each other and I could feel his hands grabbing my ass aggressively. I could also feel a solid bulge at his crotch as he hugged me to him.

“Such a stunning ass,” he muttered as our kiss finally broke off.

I looked at him in shock.

“Don’t look at me like that. Do you have any idea how long I’ve lusted after your gorgeous, incredible ass?” He didn’t wait for me to answer before he continued, “since I saw you on Tuesday. And those breasts, gosh!” He ogled at them.

“So why didn’t you come for them?” I asked, tracing shapes on his chest.

“You’re my daughter’s friend. You’re supposed to be off limits.” He answered.

“Well I’m not.” I kissed him hard.

I was too excited. I was breathless. It was a joyful thrill to feel his hands on my hips, gently pushing my robe apart. I reached for the belt, loosened it totally and slipped it off my shoulder to the ground.

He gently lifted me onto his desk and eased me onto my back. Then he urged my legs apart and stroked his hands up and down. His head dipped down and he began licking my crotch through the lace material of the bodysuit. The man was definitely full of surprises, I didn’t think a man of his age would gladly eat pussy.

I was already wet. I’m sure I was showing tell-tale signs of pussy juice. But it was soon much wetter, as he continued to lick and kiss my cunt through the material. All the time his hands were stroking up and down my inner thighs, making me feel more excited.

“Oh fuck! Fuck!” I mumbled. I could feel an orgasm building already, and he hadn’t even taken the bodysuit off.

Eventually he did raise his head, though I sensed he didn’t want to. He looked so hungry, like someone who hadn’t had any sex in years, which may well have been the case.

He shifted the material aside and his head dipped back down between my legs and he began to lick my outer labia, scraping his tongue up one side and down the other. Then his tongue went lower, to the center of things, and he started licking between the pulpy lips in long, slow, languorous strokes. The man had taken control from me that started the seduction, just imagine.

“Yes! Fuck!” I panted. I was writhing on the desk, and I heard papers and writing materials falling to the floor.

Then he touched my clit, gently at first, with the tip of his tongue, and a surge of rapture went through me. It felt so good! No one had ever done that to me before, not even Demilade. No one had taken the time or the trouble to do this to me, they were always so intent on their own pleasure. I was in heaven, floating on a cloud of joy as the orgasm grew and grew inside me.

He began to work on my clit in earnest, flicking it with his tongue this way and that. He pressed it down harshly, then backed off, barely touching it with the tip of his tongue. He teased me and played with me, pushing me ever closer to a shattering climax.

“Beautiful, beautiful pussy.” He gasped at one point, before dipping back down. His fingers gently pried open my outer labia till I was sure I was gaping inches wide.

I started moaning, I was somewhere beyond myself. I was writhing and wriggling so hard that I was amazed he could stay with me. He kept working my clit till I thought I would burst. I eventually did, waves of intense pleasure rolled through me and in the throes of my climax I began to spurt great gouts of pussy juice all over his face. I was actually squirting, something I had never done before. Jet after jet of the stuff spurted out, and what didn’t hit him in the face shot across the room. I seemed to be almost peeing on him, so much juice shot free and all the while the most intense, mind-blowing pleasure ripping through me. I couldn’t believe such a thing was possible and it seemed to go on and on and on and I never wanted it to end.

Of course it eventually faded, the pleasure subsided and my thighs and belly and pussy too, I’m sure, were left to twitch and ripple with after-shocks. With his mouth and tongue still locked to my cunt, licking, slurping, cleaning up my spasming pussy.

“I’m so sorry! Look at your face, and your shirt!” I gasped at last, staring down at his streaming face.

“Never apologize for your pleasure, darling.” He muttered, raising his head from my crotch for the first time in what seemed like hours. My face was flushed with embarrassment. I had just squirted on Demilade and Sophie’s father and he didn’t even seem to be bothered.

In the blink of an eye, he stood up, dropped his pants and shoved down his shorts. A huge, thick hard-on sprang into view. I’d never seen anything so big, so beautiful, so mouth-watering. My first instinct was to reach for it, to scramble down and stuff it in my mouth, but he was too quick for me, too hungry. He gripped it in his fist and slotted the head between the lips of my gaping cunt. He eased forward, burying inch after inch of rock-hard cock inside me. He didn’t pause till the whole thing was rammed up my cunt. Then he rested for a second, gazing down into my face with the strangest expression. There was lust in that look, a deep, yearning need, he looked like a beast, entirely different from the prim and proper business man I knew. But there was also affection and, unless I was imagining it, gratitude.

He was moving, fucking me, ramming his cock in and out of me. He was panting, gasping with excitement, and I got the feeling it would only be a matter of seconds before he climaxed. I sensed a second orgasm growing myself so I wrapped my legs around him and tried to pull him deeper into me, but he was already plowing me to the depths.

He reached up suddenly, gripped the front of my bodysuit and tore it open, freeing my tits. As they wobbled free he gripped one in each hand and began kneading them, rolling them around on my chest. He thumbed my hard nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me. My second orgasm was growing closer and closer.

He continued thrusting into me for maybe another minute. By then my climax was bursting through me and I’m sure more pussy juice had gathered around his cock. He gave off a small groan, shuddered, and bent down to draw one nipple into his mouth. He began to suck, and I knew he was cumming too, spurting hot shots of sperm deep inside me. He kept on thrusting, as if he had endless supplies of semen to deposit. Wave after wave of pleasure roared through me, our mutual climax seemed to go on and on.

Eventually he did slow down, and my second orgasm faded, but he stayed inside me for the longest time, as if he couldn’t bear to withdraw. And I clutched him tight to me, my legs still wrapped around his hips.

I’m not sure how long we stayed locked together like that across his desk. It seemed like half the evening rolled by. But at last he pulled out of me and sank back in his chair. I stayed on his desk, my feet on its edge, my legs spread wide. And from what I could see of his face I knew he was gazing at my gaping gloryhole.

“What’s going on in your head?” I asked.

He was silent for some time.

“I was just thinking what an amazing young woman you are,” he said at last. “And I’m thinking that as I watch my cum pour out of your beautiful pussy.”

I laughed and adjusted myself on the desk, giving him a better view of his sperm oozing from me. I was basking in the afterglow, not wanting this wonderful evening to end. I had finally gotten what I wanted and I got it good. To say I was surprised is saying the least, the man blew my mind away. He was a super stallion, even better than his son, a tree while Lade was only a small branch. Then a sound, one too familiar brought us back to our senses and boy was it so speedy.

30 comments on “Issa Side Chick- S2E22”

  1. BABATUNDE FOR PRESIDENT……lol…gaddamnit…pls where are the Babatunde of our time…..Well I’m more concerned about Sophies’ torn/ripped body suit..😏😉😉.

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