Book of Bad Behaviours

A collection of erotic stories where human desires are stretched to their limits and leave a trail of unexpected twists for those who succumb to temptation.

Disclaimer:

The stories here are wild, sometimes believable and other times bizarre. But they are meant to arouse and stir up heat, nostalgia and sexual tension. If you're looking for indepth character development or a complex plot you won't find it here. These quick reads are purely for pleasure.

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Part I - Next Door Favours

The day Mayowa moved into my compound was the day I started looking forward to coming back from work. She was so beautiful that I hoped to catch her in the evening just around the time she got back. She had fair skin that glowed and her face was that of royalty, worthy of only the lips of princes to kiss. But she didn't seem to be living the life of a princess. Sometimes I would be fortunate enough to get a glimpse of her whenever she went to switch on or switch off her generator - power outages have never been so good. The only issue I had was that Mayowa didn't move in alone. She had a boyfriend - a lazy one at that.

The first time she came outside in the middle of the night to turn on her generator she met me refilling mine. It was a hot breezeless night so I had a no shirt on - just a skinload of dripping sweat. She was taken aback when she saw me ab-exposed and she tried to maintain little eye contact.

"Good evening"

"Good evening", I replied. She was wearing a silky blouse and fitted shorts which accentuated her curves. She attempted to pull the chord of her generator twice but it didn't start. "Let me try", I volunteered. She smiled and moved aside.

"Thank you"

I yanked the chord and got her generator humming steadily first time. She was grateful and smiled as she thanked me again. At that point there was a moment... an awkward moment. She looked back at me for a split second but I almost missed it as she dashed back into her flat. Some hours later after power supply was restored we bumped into each other again outside as she came to turn off her generator. What was it with this boyfriend of hers? He didn't have the decency to be of help and do what I consider a manly job - well, the upside was that I got to see more of Mayowa. And by the third encounter we were generating some electricity of our own.

Months had gone by until one night the unexpected happened. One night I had finished going back to into my apartment from turning on my generator and some minutes later there was a knock on my door. It was Mayowa.

"Hi Chike"

"Hey Mayowa. Hope everything's okay."

"Well.. not really. The fuel in my gen finished and I wanted to borrow some if you had some to spare."

"I finished the last of it, sorry. And I doubt filling stations are still selling at this time. What are you going to do?"

"I've got someone bringing some fuel later."

"Your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend." she muttered under her breath with a sheepish smile.

"Oh.. I thought... anyway is he coming back soon?"

"He said he'll be back after the Chelsea-ManU game."

"Really? That's another hour or so from now."

"I know... and he's still on the island so maybe add another hour to that... uuuurgh!"

"Um... if you want to come inside and wait a bit you're more than welcome to". I don't know what made me so bold at that moment but I didn't regret the gesture. It was the noble thing to do for a damsel in distress.

"I wouldn't mind". She smiled as I motioned with my head for her to come in. I escorted her to my living room which a had a cozy two-seater sofa (where she sat) and a single armchair to one side (where I respectfully sat my behind).

"Is that where you usually sit?" she asked with amazement.

"No but I just want you to be comfortable."

She chuckled. "It's okay", she said while flicking the braids from the front of her spotless face.

I tried to control the excitement inside my boxers as I got up and joined her on the sofa. I'm pretty sure she saw the bulge starting to form on my three-quarter shorts.

"Would you like to watch the match?" I asked.

"No but it's ok if you want to". A part of me wanted to but I was very much ready to trade watching 90 minutes with even 9 minutes skin-to-skin with Mayowa.

"Your my guest. What do you usually watch?"

"Music channels". I changed the channel and we were soon being soothed by R'n'B sounds.

"Would you like anything to drink?"

"Hmm, you're quite the gentleman", she beamed with her piercing eyes. "I doubt you have Baileys".

"Surprisingly I do". I went over to the open kitchenette behind the sitting area and got out two glasses with ice and the Irish cream. I walked over to her with the half filled glasses.

"So how come you're not hanging out on a Friday night?"

"It's been a long day so I'm just chilling."

"What about your girlfriend?"

"I'm not seeing anyone at the moment."

"Really? Fine guy like you?" she blushed.

I didn't say anything. I just smiled and turned to the television. She tucked her feet under her lap and kept sipping on the chilled cream.

"Do you need more ice?" She smiled and giggled under her breath. "What's making you laugh?"

"I know what I need... and it's not ice." Those words left me stunned. "So what do you need?"

"You can come and find out." she said seductively.

I was not going to let this golden opportunity slip through my fingers. She was irresistibly, steaming hot. I walked up close to her and slowly approached her lips until I could smell the Irish cream on her breath. She had already closed her eyes so I knew this was no tease - it was for real. We kissed slowly and within seconds her hands were wrapped around my face.

"I've waited so long for this... take me." Was this the hidden power of Irish cream or was this the prelude to a wet dream? She began to recline into the sofa and my eager body swiftly followed. All that registered in my head were the words, 'Take me'. I took off her tight T-shirt and got a sweet whiff of her perfume. I flung her top to the floor and continued kissing her.

"We don't have much time." she whispered.

I knew she was implying that her boyfriend or flatmate could return to their apartment soon. I unbuttoned her shorts and she arched her body upwards so that I could pull her shorts from underneath. She revealed a pink thong over her neatly shaved vagina. She reached for my dick and pulled it out of my half worn jeans. I was rock hard. Without removing her lingerie she guided my cock into her wet vagina walls. She breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction as I filled her warm insides. It was just the right amount of friction as I thrusted into her as deeply as I could until she came. I was almost there and my breathing was getting faster.

"Don't come inside me." she gasped.

At the same time I heard a car horn repeatedly blaring.

"That sounds like Jide. I have to go."

"But why? It's not like he's your boyfriend."

"It's a bit complicated. He's been there for me." she explained as she gently pushed me away and picked up her shorts. "It was fun." She pecked me on the cheek and before I knew what was happening I was left on the sofa with my dick in my hand.

That was the last time she stepped foot in my apartment and some weeks after she and her crapmate moved out. I never even got her phone number. She probably wanted it that way. I later found out from the couple who took over her apartment that she was getting married. My gut instinct told me who the obvious suspect was. Months later I got a call from an unfamiliar number with a familiar voice. It was Mayowa.

"Hey Chike. It's Mayowa. How have you been?"

"I'm doing ok. You remembered me."

"Sorry about the sudden disappearance. Things happened so fast."

"So what made you call today?"

She paused for a moment and I thought I had lost the connection

"Hello!... hello!... are you there?

"I'm here. After that night I came around... I missed my period."

"Wait... what are you saying?"

"I don't know. I'm just saying. I wasn't having sex with my partner during that time because we wanted to save it till marriage. I wasn't having sex with anyone else so."

"I'm still not getting where you're going with this..."

"I'm 4 months pregnant."

Part II - Sticky Desktop

The anxiety was unbearable as I waited at the office for her to arrive. I knew the training scheduled that morning wouldn't start till 9 am so I was hoping that I could have about thirty minutes to bang Anabel's brains out. 8.05 am and still no sign of her. She wasn't picking her phone but I guess she was driving. I tried to while away time by studying the training material which I would later present to the participants but my penis was too stiff for me to concentrate. Annabel and I were the only facilitators handling the training but I was more fixated on handling her... thoroughly. But it's crazy how we couldn't stand each other at first, let alone work together.

Only a few weeks ago she used to give me a tough time just because she couldn't wrap her head around the fact that I was her boss. I met her on the job when I was newly appointed to run a unit even though both of us were on the same pay grade. In some ways I could understand her frustration. We would argue over trivial things like who was taking the company car out, and if we were riding together, we would argue about whose prospects the driver would take us to. Most times I won by default but after a while I started feeling an attraction towards her. You see, when Annabel was angry she looked dead sexy. She had smooth chocolate skin and the body of a model. Her lips were perfectly shaped and looked succulent to kiss. But the best part had to be the small gap between her two front teeth - that just rendered me helpless. I had to have her at all costs. After going through torment for a couple days I eventually cast aside my inhibitions about office romances and told her I wanted to have a word with her after work. She must have been expecting a reprimand because by the time everyone else had left the office and I told her that all I could think about was kissing her she looked pleasantly surprised. She asked me what I was waiting for and I responded with bated lips. That was the point of no return. The kiss must have lasted a couple of minutes and she didn't pull back as I pulled her face in for more. This was all just a teaser ahead of what I really wanted.

I enjoyed playing back the whole experience in my head over and over. My heart skipped as I heard the sound of a double-horn outside. I looked from the window upstairs and noticed a red Camry drive in. I knew my wait was finally over. I scrambled around to see which part of the open floor office I was going to occupy with her but the only place that had character was my boss's office. It was a daring move but he wasn't going to show up on a weekend - that much I was certain about. I walked over to the inner office where the large table top and empty leather executive chair were nested. I went around to the chair, pulled it out and sank into it for the first time ever. I swung around in it few times and reclined, like I believe most privileged bosses secretly do on their swivel chairs. This space was more like a bedroom without the bed, compared to the outer open office. My anticipation grew as I heard Anabel's heels echo with each continuous step on the marble tiles leading upstairs. She called out my name and I let her know I was upstairs. Her voice got closer as I could tell she had reached the landing.

'Where are you?'

'Oga's office', I smirked

She got to the entrance of the inner office where our eyes met with a mutual twinkle. The scent of her perfume gradually filled my lungs and it was intoxicating. 'Hmm, you're not serious. Where did you get the key?', she inquired as she took a little tour around the room. I watched as she walked toward the window in her slit skirt and sleeveless tank top.

'I met it open.'

'So what have you been doing?'

'Been waiting for you.'

'Really?', she said smiling as she started to walk towards where I was seated.

'Yeah. I want you'

'I'm here now'. At this point she was directly in front of me and I had already turned the chair sideways so I could face her. 'But you know we don't have much time'.

'We still have like 45 minutes' I said as I looked up to her and the curvature around her covered breasts. 'Did you lock the back entrance door when you came in?'

'Trust me'.

I reached for her thigh and went through the slit at the side of her skirt. I watched her close her eyes and take in a deep breath as I began to pull her red lace thong from underneath her. She instinctively raised up each leg as I took them off. I also took a deep breath as I buried my face in her thong. It was a scent that awakened every idle hormone that wasn't yet in tune with the other raging hormones I'd been dealing with all morning.

'You like that?'

'You don't know what it's doing to me?' I responded.

'Show me' were the words that brought me back into focus. I guided her to the half-cluttered table and brushed aside anything that would make her back uncomfortable. She laid down while I raised her skirt up fully to reveal her shaven moist pussy.

I sank back into the swivel chair and guided her ankles up until her heels were placed on the table top. With my two hands I was spreading her thighs open like a gynecologist. My examination was thorough - I started with the insertion of my fore finger and then slowly felt all around her walls. She was quite wet and my withdrawn shiny finger confirmed that. Time wasn't on my side so foreplay was not my prescription for this pussy. What she needed was 6 inches of hard dick - and I had one left in stock inside my boxers.

"Put it inside me", she pleaded. I got to my feet and rummaged inside my open trouser zip to pull out the key to her world of pleasure. I went in full thrust, gliding into her like a hot knife through butter. She hummed faintly with her eyes closed and her tongue licking around her upper lip. I placed my hands on the table for good balance as I started pumping her harder and faster.

''Yes, yes, ooooooh fuck..."

Her lips parted and I saw my weakness between her front teeth. My brain went into a frenzy and sent signals to my balls to get ready for a major ejaculation. She took one of her fingers and rubbed around the wet pussy I was busy pounding then she put it in my mouth. The earthy taste turned me on. I grabbed her waist and penetrated even faster till she had no control of the words coming out of her mouth.

"Fuck this shit... ooh fuck it yeah you like that. Take it... fuck this pussy... like that yeah like that fuck it FUCK IT FUUUH -"

I felt her squirt on my throbbing head and that was my cue to pull out and pour my hot load all over her torso. We both panted in sweet harmony and exhaustion. Sweat beads formed on my face and hers because there was no power for the AC to be turned on. She reached for the nearby tissue box and pulled one out to wipe her creamy belly. I could hear a car horn and gate opening in the distance so I knew that training participants were beginning to arrive. We had about 20 mins before she was to take the first module. She sat up on the desk and kissed me deeply.

'I wish we didn't have to go', she pined.

'I know'

She got off the table and after we both dressed up I used another tissue to wipe off her sex juices from the table surface. I took the other soiled tissue that Anabel used and went to the restroom to flush them down. I came to help with arranging all the furniture then we left my boss's office. She went to the training area while I ran down to open the back door to let the first set of participants in.

The security man put on the generator just as the Anabel was about to kick-off the training and that was when I got the first wave of cool AC breeze on my face. She trained the class like a pro and you wouldn't know she just had a good fuck half an hour ago in the same venue. I took over from her at some point and she gave a subtle sheepish look which I simply translated to mean, 'They have no idea what we got up to'.

The following Monday morning at work my boss called me into his office to ask how the training went the previous Saturday. I gave him a positive brief and then he went on to other business.

'I've signed the approval memo for that credit line we discussed. Please pass it to the secretary to dispatch to the head office'.

The document was lying on the table but as I picked it up a part of it got stuck so the peeling sound caught my boss's attention.

'Ah-ah... why is it sticking to the table?.' he asked.

'I don't know what the cleaners are using these days.' I instinctively retorted.

'Hmm, you're probably right.'

I took the document and left him in his office to continue to ponder on the question that only Anabel and I had the correct answer to.

Part III - Cloud 6ixty 9ine

To be continued