Johnson's Dickson – Episode 9

*JOHNSON’S DICKSON*
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Episode 9
 
“Madam Daniela, you still dey awake”, he
suddenly burst in saying.
I was quickly taken a back and had to lean a
bit to know who it was only to see his face.
He had just seen my na.kedness too but was
too embarrassed to react. Eventually, we both
pretended we didn’t know I was half-nu.de as
we tried continuing with the conversation.
“Sorry o! I didn’t know you were set for bed
already”
“No problem Oga”, I said, raising myself to sit
on my mattress, doing little to cover my
exposed fat boobs though. “You want me to
do something for house?”
He chuckled a little and said no. “I just wan
apologize for this morning. It was a mistake
and I will be more careful next time”
I was confounded! I didn’t know what to say
at first given that I was the one who should
be apologizing. I managed to speak
eventually though. “Haba oga! It is not a
problem o! I should be saying sorry sef! I
should have known you had entered and
informed you I was in there”
He hissed. But unlike what you would expect
from him at that point, I found his eyes
looking directly at my exposed boobs! How I
had wished for this all along!!
“It is not a problem sir”, I tried continuing,
with an aim to keep his eyes there
“Ok oo. I will be going back up”, he was
already leaving. How I died just then! I wished
I could just hold unto his hand and ask him
to stay over the night! How I wished I could
just tell him that I wanted him to f–k me
right then! That my boobs which he had been
looking at, longed for him too! How I wished!
But I couldn’t.
“Oya goodnight na. I will see you tomorrow”.
He was gone but left me thinking. If he
wasn’t really interested in me, he wouldn’t
have ogled my boobs the much he did. All he
needed was another chance. All I needed was
to give it to him again! I was full of hope.
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My boobs heaved and danced as I dished out
breakfast for Mr. Johnson, the next morning. I
waited until everyone had left before I went in
to do so. I was dressed to kill as expected! I
had a very short black combat skirt and a red
camisole top with very tiny hands. The neck
line was so deep that I always had to return
my n—–s back into the dress each time I
bent over for anything! I was seduction in
motion! When he first met me, he tried acting
like nothing happened yesterday but yet, I
could tell how uncomfortable he felt,
stemming from what I was wearing. He kept
stealing glances at my spilling boobs and
generally stuttered with his words. I was
winning this battle suddenly and how
reassuring it felt.
I was meant to serve him breakfast at the
dining table, but I didn’t do that. Rather, I
carried his dish of custard and fried plantain
in a tray into his bedroom. He was reading
one of his Christian books when I walked in.
He was actually still in bed but was seating
and leaning onto his bed-headboard.
“Oga, here’s your food”, I was hurriedly
bringing the food to him to reduce the time
he might have to want to ask me to take it to
the dining room. In fact, before he could pull
away his spectacles from his eyes, I had
already dropped the food on his night-stand
and pulled it closer to him. However, I didn’t
exactly hurry over this part, as it was a major
point in my plan. Leaning over to pull the
stool got my boobs into attempting to spill
as expected. And before I could entirely, get
the stool to his end, my entire b—–s as well
as my two n—–s were out in the open –
hanging and swaying from end to end!! Mr.
Johnson had earlier attempted saying
something but was abruptly stopped in his
track by the lewd sinful view before him!