The Killer Of A Woman

Episode 6

I was determined to sU-Ck and ride it and
even though I already knew it was
going to be one of the most
difficult tasks in the world, I was
more than pleased to execute it. In
fact, I started frequenting his
bathroom window each time I
knew he was in there. Just to see
his d!ck again and again and how I
poured cum from my p**sy for
mere ogling him. I wasn’t going to
let him go. I still believed in my
body. Even though I had just
turned 32, I still had an amazing
figure. My ass was still very round
and my curvy hips made it even
more obvious! I was going to use
this body to get the handsome
man! I felt bad for Chike but I just
couldn’t help it. Even if Chike were
around, it wouldn’t have changed
a thing. So one can imagine the
feeling now he isn’t. I was going to
fu-Ck Mr. Johnson and that was just
it.

My plan? Simple. My plan was to
s£duce him into accepting me.
While I know it may sound wicked,
I just needed to take advantage of
his softness. He has always
appeared calm and soft-spoken to
me and shouldn’t easily cry
danger if I began to eat into his
manly-urges. I never cared if his
wife always satisfied him or not. I
never did. I was more concerned
about how my body would
definitely appeal to him more. My
large boobs with puffy areolas.

My wide hips and my always
deafening ass! They were the
weapons and I was going to strike
with them. So without wasting any
further time, I set out a period to
pick up new but old cloths I will
begin wearing around the main
house in those odd hours when he
was usually left at home alone. I
amended some while reducing
some to show more body parts. In
less than two days I was set to
give my body to Mr. Johnson and if
not for Chike’s return the following
day which was a Friday, I had
already wanted to get going that
very day. Chike was still my
sweetheart and the air that I was
breathing but even as we fu-Cked
that night, all I imagined was Mr.
Johnson’s fat big d!ck buried
inside of me. I wish you had seen
the magnitude of orgasm that
rocked me that night. Chike
himself was completely stunned!

Daniela the snobbish arrogant lady was now next to being on her knees, just to be fu-Cked! It is still something I never thought was possible some years ago. Back then, despite my obvious extreme libido, I was always very happy to see guys beg to even have a chat with me. I would ‘post and post’ them endlessly but yet refuse to grant them an ear! The ones who ever did fu-Ck me, were the ones I chose to give my body to – maybe because of their size or how good they were with their tool. While they were really many, they didn’t even make up a one-third of the number that couldn’t get a chance with me! I was that hot and I am still hot!

If you are just getting to read my story then, you should start from part 1. I am Daniela Chucks and I’ve been telling a tale on my mingling with the Johnsons. They offered me a job of a Housekeeper in their residence and even provided my family an apartment within the same compound. While you might be disappointed at the role, just try understanding that it was only back then. Some 5 years ago. I am no more a housekeeper and I cannot be one anymore. On the general, Mr. Johnson who was a very handsome but devout Christian and a deacon was nice to us and soon we forgot we were once strangers to each other. However, an (un)fortunate incident happened, and I got to see his d!ck. A probable 9inch mallet which I never stopped pouring cunt juice for! I still went ahead to voyeur on him a lot more times after that, but soon decided that it wasn’t enough and that the solution was simply to get to fu-Ck him, come what may! It was just too bad he had a wife who also stayed in the same house with him, but that wasn’t going to stop me! I had already concluded my plans, and was now set to execute!

On the morning of Chike’s return to Lagos, we both walked the kids to school before returning back to pack up his bags. A part of me felt sad that he was leaving but I still felt what seemed a greater part, jumping in gleeful happiness! Chike was still my heartthrob but it was just unfortunate that he couldn’t offer me anything close to what Mr. Johnson could potentially do! Mr. Johnson’s d!ck was just putting my world on a halt! I needed to have a taste of him, 50 year old or not! I was desperate for sure! So when we were done packing and set, I put on one of my casual tops and a denim pant and walked him to the garage which wasn’t very far from our place. All the time we walked, I did the usual things. I held his hands, hugged him countless times and gave him a peck here and there. I was going to miss Chika after all.