Read Diary Of The Grand Commander (Story) Episode 25

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

I really do not know why I find it hard to control myself when it comes to sexual urges. I have a very high libido and the least of actions is enough to awaken my desires. I must admit that I really tried to not sleep with anyone else while I dated Ann. I made a very conscious effort to grow a conscience, to avoid girls and to stay faithful. But you will agree with me that there is only so much a man can take. So when Esther came in and settled her huge arse on the bed, I already knew there was no way I was going to escape having s3x with her.

Her eyes were still glued to my p—k, the bulge very obvious from the towel I tied around my waist. I was determined to at least put up a little resistance. I wanted her so bad. She was still smiling.

“Yeah, I am a man remember? I got blood running in my veins. And you know how I feel about you. I don’t want to do this. It is not right, Esther. Please” I said in an attempt at self-defence. A very weak attempt.

She got up, walked very slowly towards me and put a hand on my chest. I stood stiff like a rock, unmoving. She caressed my chest as her fingers moved slowly to my nip.ple. She tweaked my nip.ple expertly and moved her hand downwards, feeling my bulge through the towel. She leaned forwards and whispered in my ear.

“You know you want me. Stop fighting. Ann is not here. You plan to tell her?” She said seductively. Her hand didn’t leave my staff of honour.

“Esther…. Please…” I said. I was not telling her to stop; neither was I urging her on. I had placed my fate in her hands. If she left, I would not go after her. If she kept at it, I would oblige her. She flicked her tongue in my ear and grabbed my d1ck harder. Then she left me.

“Very well then. I will leave you alone. You had your chance baby.” She said and approached the door.

I turned 90 degrees to the left as I watched her turn the key in the lock. Once. And then twice. As she opened the door, I slammed it shut in front of her. I don’t know what came over me. I turned her forcefully and backed her up onto the door. She wanted me, she was gonna get me.

Loosening my towel with one hand, the other hand grabbed her neck as I kissed her. She responded, kissing me back and her hand moving to and fro in my hair. With our lips locked, we turned in circles, as our hands roamed each other’s bodies in pure lust. I pushed her on the bed and began to kiss her cheek, her chest. She pulled my head sideways, forcing my mouth on her nipp.le. I flicked the nipp.le in my mouth expertly, licking up and down with my tongue and then s—–g the nippl.e deep into my mouth. As I s—-d her br3asts, my hand journeyed to her honey pot. I put my hand inside her skirt and felt her pus5y. It was so freaking wet. I did not plan to deploy my love making skills on Esther. That was meant exclusively for Ann. All the foreplay was just to get her in the mood and wet enough for me to plunge in. I did not want to treat her to a good foreplay. This was supposed to be a one-off encounter so its better I made it less memorable. But, she was wetter than I imagined. D–n! Without wasting time, I pulled off her skirt and took off her panties. Her clitor1s was protruding already and I felt tempted to take it my mouth. I restrained myself.

I opened her legs wide, put the tip of my kingkong at the entrance of her opening and watched it get soaked by her dripping juice. She was urging me in but I refused to go in. She began to touch her nipp.le with one hand and stroke her cl1t with the other. Then she began to move her waist in slow rhythmic gyrations. Her eyes were closed. Gradually, I went in. Slowly, and deliberately, I pushed in the whole length of my huge p—k inside her. Then I began to pump. I began slowly at first but then her actions were driving me mad. She was rubbing her cl1t faster and then rubbing her nipp.le harder. She met my every t—-t half way and was moaning like crazy.

“Harder Kay…Harddddeeerrrr” She said.

I was pumping into her as fast as I could with reckless abandon. I did not care anymore. As she mentioned that she was coming I put more ‘ishan’ into it. Seconds later she stiffened and grabbed my butt cheeks tight. I spilled all my load into her as I came with muffled grunts. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her in a heap.

“That was something eh? Wasn’t it?” Esther asked.

“It was nothing. I just paid my debt.” I replied. I was not in the mood for small talk abeg.

In my mind I was free from her clutches. She no longer had any hold over me. And finally, I could tell her off if she tried to force me into having sex with her again.

Little did I know.

So I had tasted the forbidden fruit. I will not lie and say it was not worth it. Every second it lasted became etched in my memory. However as I appraised the situation, carefully comparing Esther and Ann, I knew the choice I had to make. Sex with Esther was for the adventure. For the thrill. But making love to Ann? D–n! It was heaven on earth. Our body, mind, soul became one. Every t—-t sent the same reverberating signals through our bodies, the look in her eyes, the innocence, the want, the love. We would make love and I would kiss her a thousand times, while digging deep and satisfying her desires. And when we decided to go a little rough, she would initiate it, straddling me and scratching my back as she moans in pleasure and screams in ecstasy. In my whole life since I started my yanshing, I had never felt that much peace being with a woman.

As we passed the Toll gate and headed towards Iwo Road entering Ibadan, I continued to reflect and ponder. I almost lost Ann once. I would do whatever it took not to let her go again. I knew in my heart that I was not playing her. My God, I loved her. I just needed to curb the adventurer in me. Tame the wildness I have inside. Stop lusting for other women. And I had been doing a good job of that until Esther became more daring. Ann was her best friend. They had been together for years and their friendship was as solid as a mountain. She would not want to break that friendship. However, she could as well push me out of the picture by her scheming and demands. To make matters worse I could not stop Esther from creeping into my thoughts. She was good. Very good. Sex with her was like a battle for supremacy. If I gave double, she gave triple. We were trying to outdo each other and that memory, that taste, lingered. I had begun to get hard thinking about it.

“Shit! Focus Kev, focus!” I said to myself.

Ade the driver looked at me through the rear view mirror.

“Kay, shey ko si?” (Kay, Hope all is well) he asked in Yoruba.

“I’m okay egbon. Where are we now?” I asked.

We had passed Iwo road and were heading towards a bridge. I had only been to Ibadan once before when I was dating a Bayelsa chick who schooled in Ibadan Polytechnic. Kenny showed me sha. That is a story for another day.

“A ti fe de be.” (We are almost there) Ade replied.

My phone rang. It was face down on the seat beside me. The ring tone made me smile.

Turn up the Bass, turn up the treble, I’m ‘bout to take it to a whole ‘nother level.

DJ turn up what you playing

I want the whole club to hear what I’m saying

because this girl means so much to me…

I answered the call.

“Ololufe mi” I said

“My prince. How are you?” Ann replied.

I told her I was good and that the journey was faster than I expected. We had a little chit chat, where she told me how her cousin was developing cold feet, cancelled the bachelor’s/bachelorette’s party and almost cancelled the wedding. Apparently, the groom was a d1ck philanthropist. And the bride to be did not know about it until the early hours of Friday when she received series of pictures and messages indicating that she was getting married to a man who did not have a sheath for his gbola. In any case, the girl wanted to cancel the thing o. She said she could not go on with it because if she married Ken, it meant she has to live the rest of her marriage not knowing if her husband is actually where he says he is, or he is banging some chick somewhere.

“So how did you guys resolve it?” I asked

Ann went on to explain that she had to call Ken and her Cousin into a room and have a long talk. The talk lasted about three hours. Ken swore that the pictures were from an affair he had a few weeks before he met Ann’s cousin and that he has never cheated on her. The ex wanted him back so much she was ready to do anything for him. She offered him a seat on the board of her late father’s company and even attempted suicide. He apologized for not telling Ann’s cousin and swore he would never cheat on Ann’s cousin. He broke down and cried, saying Ann’s cousin was her world and that he would rather die than cheat on her.

“To cut a long story short, the couples are back, stronger than ever and tomorrow will be the bomb.” Ann finished.

“That’s my baby. I owe you a kiss and another thing when I arrive.”

“Bad boy. You too like bad thing”

“Sorry ma, no more kiss and no more the other thing again” I threatened jokingly.

“Ehn, I will kill you if you try it,” Ann laughed.

“How do you plan to do that? Sexually, kissually, or sucksually?” I teased.

“This my bobo. You are too spoilt. Come fast jor. I wanna show you what I am wearing tonight and my maid of honour’s outfit.”

“Tonight? What’s happening tonight? I asked.

“Olodo. The Bach Eve na” She replied.

“I thought it was cancelled na.”

“Cancel fire. The groove is on o. So get you big yansh here fast.”

“I am there already!”