Sexy High School Girls

Episode 10

The man behind the scene and DC

[RECAP: Millson used tact and wisdom to extricate himself from Dzifa’s trap. He thanked God for giving him that wisdom ]

{Dzifa’s Point of view }

God,I could have been a little more smarter. How on Earth did I allow this ‘milli teacher’ to outwit me?

I thought it was real. He acted it so nicely.Now, I’m totally embarras
sed. After that embarrassment, how would I see his face in class again. It will be very difficult for me. What I felt for him was very deep. I thought by telling him I love him, he would change his mind about me but all those tricks failed.

“Hmmmm,”
I kept wondering what exactly made sir Millson behave so differently from the rest of the interns who chase my mates like c—s running after hens.
Was it his home- training, religion or personal decision. I knew for a fact that most people would tell you they are christians but in reality they are simply hypocrites. Surely, I don’t want to be the judge of their behaviour but Mr. Lamptey Millson was a unique teacher and he’s so dear to my heart.
Admist my tears, I vowed, “Sir Millson, I will always love you. I tried to control my tears from spilling.

Now I lost a game I paid for with my body. Perhaps, let me tell you how I ended up in my teacher’s room in the first place.

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Sir Kwame had been proposing to me for quite a long time but I often told him I’m not interested in him. Somehow, he got to know I’m interested in his friend Millson rather.

One day he told me to come and see him at home. I told him bluntly I won’t come. To my amazement, he laughed out loudly and Said, ” oh, I thought you will do everything to get my friend Millson. Maybe I’m wrong. You are not serious afterall.

At the mention of Millson, I became interested and asked him what he meant. He said if I am interested I should meet him at his house.
Curiosity took the greater part of me and I rescindedmy earlier decision and went to his house.

“I can help you get access to my friend’s room if only you cooperate with me,” said Kwame.

I don’t understand, please explain.

“Hahaha, I’m happy I’m getting your attention now. The truth is, Sir Millson gave me one of his keys to keep for him so that if the one he’s using get missing , he will come for the spare key I keep for him.

Along the way , we had a misunder
standing. I thought he will come for his key but it was apparent he had forgotten about it.”

I became excited and say, “please give it to me.”
Kwame said , ” not so fast lady. If you really want to have access to Sir Millson’s room, you need to allow me taste the sweet waters in your honeypot. That’s the deal.”

I smiled at sir kwame. My dear readers, isn’t it funny. Kwame was lusting after my body but I didn’t like him that much. I was lusting after Mr.Millson but he didn’t love me too. Love could be frustrating at times.

I told kwame I won’t have sex with him. I stood up and left. On the way, I changed my decision after weighing his offer meticulously. Maybe that is the only chance I had. I returned to him and said, ” I will do it , for the sake of sir Millson.”
He smiled with satisfaction and said, “thanks for your cooperation.

He kissed my earlobe and helped me undress. I could see he was already “rock hard.”

He began kissing me passionately with his soft lips. I let out a soft moan and wrapped my arms around his neck. He gently pushed me onto his bed and mounted me and kissing me incessantly.

He ripped my shirt off me, revealing my laced bra. I had my eyes closed and felt his lips move from my mouth to my neck and slowly made his way down to my chest. He spotted the cleavage between my breast and used his mouth to explore it. A moan escaped from my mouth.

I unzipped his trousers and his ‘joystick’ popped out ready to gobble my sweet pie.

He touched my inner inner thighs lightly and moved his hands slowly in the direction of my V-spot.
“Kwame ” I moaned.

“Yes?”
Suddenly, his ‘joystick’ became very aggressive as it advanced towards my pit of pleasure.

Then , it plunged itself into the forbidden hole. The sweet sensation was spontaneous, much to my amazement.

I was enveloped with immea
surable pleasure. “Ughhh, ahhh, ummm, wow, rock me hard, rock me, please rock me hard, ooohhhhh, my God!!!!!!!”
I moaned. “Oh kwame, Oh kwame,
Oooooohhhhhhhhhh.

As you are already aware , SEX IS my HOBBY. Sex is fun. I love it.
Please don’t judge me. I know you are not a saint either. like it or hate it, what I said about sex is true.

I really enjoyed every bit of it even though Kwame was just a means to an end.

Then I said, “oh, my God, oh, oh , Millson, oh my babe Millson, I love you so much.”

Kwame stopped sexing me and gazed in awe. I realised too late that I was unconsciously calling ‘kwame’ as Millson.

“You have breached the terms of our agreement. Go home. I won’t give you the key. Why should you be calling me Millson?”

I knelt down and began begging him. I even cried to him to give me the key and promised to give him another round of sex after I seduce sir Millson.

He asked if I will give it to him even if I fail and I assured him I will.

He smiled gleefully. He gave me the key.

So that was how I ended up in sir Millson’s room. I paid my way in with my feminism. When Sir Millson requested for a condom, I rushed back to kwame and he gave me one. Hmmm. All these efforts came to naught.

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The next day, in the night

You remembered I promised giving kwame another round of sex. It’s an obligation I had to obey though my mission had failed. I headed
towards his house. Soon, I reached there and knocked on his door. He opened the door and ushered me in.
“I’m here to do as I promised you, even though my mission failed.”

Kwame said, “If I were to tell you your mission will fail, you wouldn’t have believed me. Trust me, Sir Millson will never allow you to have sex with him. He’s a highly religious, principled and hard working man. My advice to you is to leave him alone and be my girlfriend. If you keep forcing yourself on him, you will hurt yourself. Don’t say I do not warn you. I’m just…”

“Shut up. Let me give you what I promised you and go.” I cut him short.

I put off the lamp and laid beside him. Before I could say jack he started touching my sensitive spots. I began kissing his chest, sending sensual signals to his charged hormones. I kept on kissing him clinching his t–s with my lips .He took charge and laid me on my back. He tickled my t–s and other sensitive spots . I moaned. Then it happened again in his room.

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The thought of Millson, my love one ,rejecting me was too difficult to bear. He hurt me so much and inasmuch as I love him,I wanted to retaliate. As I kept wondering what to do to hurt him back for embarras
sing me, I remembered the Disciplinary committee (DC) of the school.I decided to report him to the headmistress.

The following day, I made a complaint to the headmistress about him. I lied to her he always tried to harass me sexually despite the fact that I warn him severally against such unprofessional conduct. The headmistress was quite surprised to hear that. She said, “this intern is well spoken of by the staff and students.I find it hard to believe he’s sexually harassing you. Well, I will do my own investigation before summoning him to a Disciplinary Committee.”
It hit me hard. I wished the headmistress had responded a little more aggressively.

Three Days Later

The headmistress called me three days after I lodged the complaint. When I reached her office, she asked me to sit down. I was quite nervous. There was something about her body language they told me I was not in for a favourable decision.

She said, “Upon my own investiga
tion using a team of experienced teachers , we found nothing concrete on Mr.Millson to back your claim that he tried to harass you sexually. On the contrary, we heard nice things about him like how hard-working he is, how God-fearing , committed and result -oriented he is. This further reinforced my earlier conviction that he is a good intern.

In all earnesty, I think you are simply having a crush on him, knowing very well he won’t respond to your advances so you wanted to use the Disciplinary Committee
(DC) as a conduit to teach him a lesson.”

“My advise for you is this,leave him alone. He’s your teacher,not your boyfriend.”
I left the DC completely embarras
sed. Surely I needed another plan and Kwame is very essential to my next plan. He has become a puppet in my hand. I know how to manipulate him. All the male teachers in my school are the same except …M.I.L.L.S.O.N.