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  • My Delicious Landlady (Episode 5)

    My Delicious Landlady (Episode 5)

    My Delicious Landlady Episode 5

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    👫 My Delicious Landlady Episode FIVE: 💕

    Slowly, her foot descended from my besieged privates as she searched through her file for the reports. “Whew!!” I thought, as she got up to walk around the table and place the papers in front of us. I guess I had earlier been so overwhelmed by the afterglow of my too recent romp with bootylicious jane that I didn’t even notice this sexy chic. While Janet was large and voluptuous with endowments that swung slowly and heavily as she moved, exuding raw lust appeal, Bimbo was chic, firm and bouncy with big bosoms and firm bubble booty that jutted forward and backward in high definition, restrained and muted by her smart, knee-length skirt suit.

    I was suddenly overcome by a maddening desire to take that bouncy butt from behind and make it dance to the rhythm of my plunging rod.
    “dickson, is something the matter,” I heard Janet ask with some concern in her voice.

    “I have a slight headache,” I replied hesitantly as I noticed that I had broken out in cold sweat.
    By then Bimbo had placed a sheet of paper in front of her and was in the process of placing one in-front of me. She pressed her bosom firmly into my shoulder as she did so but nobody else noticed.
    “I think I need to get some air,” I said as I stood abruptly and started leaving the table.

    “Oh… I’m so sorry, I think you’ve overworked yourself,” Janet says cheekily. “Go ahead, we’re almost done here..”
    “…er not quite,” one of the other men interrupts her. “You still need to examine some of the prototype products we brought for your approval.” “Bimbo will go get them from her room as soon as soon as we’ve dealt with that last report.”
    By then I was already out of the conference room and heading upstairs, looking for a balcony where I could catch some breeze and clear my head. I needed to think.

    See me see yawa oh. This fine babe wan come put sand inside my garri sha. What if Janet had noticed her indiscretions? But that chic too tight meen!! But what could I do about it? Jane was all the Intimate Kitty-Cat heaven one man could handle and much more and I would have to tread with caution. As these thoughts were chasing themselves around my head, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and to my surprise, Bimbo’s head popped out through the balcony door and she stared right at me with that dare in her eyes. I froze and stared back at her as she stepped onto the balcony, a perfect combination of poise, confidence and well endowed sex appeal.

    I took one look at her full bosoms, flat belly, broad hips and shapely legs and my d–k lost all self control. I didn’t know when I stammered,
    “em… sorry… do y you have any paracetamol?”
    “Sorry about your headache,” she replied with a coy smile. “But I think I might have something for it, if you don’t mind coming with me.”

    She turned to walk away and the sight of those firm bouncy buttocks dancing up and down instantly stole away all my reasoning ability, I followed her like a sacrificial lamb down the deserted hallway to her room and grabbed her waist, rubbing my nodding joystick against her nyash and feeling for her bosoms thru her suit.

    TO Be Continued

  • My Delicious Landlady (Episode 1)

    My Delicious Landlady (Episode 1)

    My Delicious Landlady Episode 1

    Thank you for choosing Siri as your online beautiful sweet story reading partner. Today we have “My Delicious Landlady Episode 1 Of My Delicious Landlady Stories Or Novels To Read with Siri.”

    👫 My Delicious Landlady Episode ONE: 💕

    When I first moved into my apartment and was introduced to my landlady by the agent I did a double take. Her house girl came to get the door and ushered us into the sitting room.
    I was surreptitiously sizing the housegirl up and wondering if I could score. She was plump in a nice sort of way with a heavy Bottom and medium round bosoms. I smiled at her and she smiled back then looked away shyly, rolling her hips a bit more enticingly as she walked in to get madam.

    “Bad girl,” I thought to myself already gloating in anticipation. We sat down to wait.
    After about 15mins i was becoming impatient when, finally the land lady herself emerged. She walked into the sitting room staring at me like my d–k was hanging out. It might as well have been. I was staring at the most curvy and fleshy female being I had ever set my eyes on. Round and plump, with bosoms each almost as big as a melon.

    Despite her evident roundness, i could make out formidably wide hips through her clothes, a loose blouse with a wrapper tied round her waist. From the way her bosoms were rolling heavily but gently from side to side as she moved, i could tell she was not in bra. She seemed about mid forties
    ‘Bayo,” she greeted the agent as she sat down, ‘is this my new neighbour?’ ‘you’re welcome’
    “thank you ma” I replied.

    “I hope you like the apartment, has Bayo taken you round?”
    “Yes, I’ve seen it and its quite ok”
    After a few more pleasantries and rules and regulations of living in her compound, she asked what I was doing. I told her I was into business and she asked to know if i was married.

    My negative reply brought the ghost of a smile to her face as she jokingly said, “my house girl is off limits oh,” to which I also jokingly replied, “don’t worry ma, she’s a small girl,” and looking into her eyes added softly, “I like older women.” Her smile widened and she changed the topic. She soon left me with the agent to work out other details, but I didn’t hear a word he said.

    My eyes followed my landlady’s departing Bottom and I could feel my long d–k start to rise as I imagined burying it in the deep crack between her rolling buttocks. I didn’t have to wait long.
    The next day as I was moving my things in, she was driving out to the market. She stopped when she saw me,so she called me over. As she wind down her window I could feel the cool air from her Ac but she was sweating slightly. She has small eyes and full African lips and was wearing a very low cut blouse.

    My eyes trailed a drop of sweat down her neck and chest until it disappeared into her deep cleavage. Till today I can’t remember what she asked me. I was just saying “yes ma, yes ma”. Meanwhile my eyes could only stare incredulously at the huge succulent m—-s between her arms as she gripped the steering. My oga downstairs was already nodding against the door of her infinity jeep and my heart was pounding loudly in my ears.

    All I could think was “chei!! See delicious woman!!,” wondering how those bosoms would feel in my hands. Suddenly I noticed everywhere was quiet. I finally looked up sheepishly to see her smiling at me with a coy look on her face. She said, “I said you should stop saying ma. Call me madam Janet or just Janet, you hear?!” I said I had heard. She took my number and said she would call me later in the day.

    She gave me a long silent look with that ghost of a smile on her face and as she drove out I could hear her humming along to the radio which was playing wande coal’s “u want it, u bad.hi

    ” I said to myself “e be like say this madam wan use me play sha.” I decided to chat up her house girl and learned that she had been married but her husband travelled abroad and she lost contact with him. They had had a big fight and lived separately for two months before he left. She had three kids and the last one was in boarding school.

    TO Be Continued