“Hey! Be careful, always seek a second opinion.” she says as she smiles back.
I am confused as I don’t understand what she means. I nod and open the door and walk back to the employees wing. I’m praying that nobody should see me or sense anything. But who will? Of-course she is the Bishop’s wife and everyone respects her, there is no way anyone can suspect anything. Even though I am wearing a flat slippers, I still find myself tiptoeing through the hall way, thankfully, no one saw me or suspected anything. I open my door and walk in, the room is a bit dark so I turn on the light and BAM! There’s Flora sitting on my bed. I am in so much shock that my heart almost jumps out of my mouth.
“Welcome slut.” Flora greets me with a wicked smile.
“What is it Flo?”
“Oh please shut up! I can recognize a walk of shame when I see one. All you are missing is a smeared mascara and a pair of high heels in your hands. Now do I have to choke is out of you or are you going to ‘fess up?”
This is Flora, there is no way I can lie to her. She can read me like a book. I tell her I just want to take a bath first. I rush into the bathroom and begin to wash my body.
“You know what Blondie, no matter how much you scrub your body, you won’t wash away the abomination you just commuted.”
“Why did you come in here. Allow me bath in peace.”
“You know, I’ve always suspected that woman to be into some shit, but I was in denial. I see how she looks at me, but she wouldn’t dare me because she knows I hate her.”
“If you knew that why did you let me go see her?”
“I thought you can handle her. I felt you knew and understood where your loyalty lies. You really don’t have any self control do you, Blondie?”
“Common Flo, it’s not like that. She had me in a corner. She was going to report me for assaulting her.”
“Shut up hot stuff, it’s not like you didn’t like it.”
I can’t respond to that, I am too ashamed to say anything. I finish cleaning up quietly and walk back into the room, where Flora is now waiting for me.
“That woman will destroy you Blondie, what is wrong with you? You can’t mess with the Bishop like that.”
“What is it Flora? You are making a big deal out of this. It’s not like the Bishop wouldn’t love to have a threesome with the two women in his life” I laugh jokingly.
“That’s not even funny Blondie, stop messing around and setting yourself up. The Bishop is obsessed with you and won’t share you. Atleast tell me you didn’t tell that witch anything about you.”
“I’m not stupid Flo. Of-course I didn’t tell her anything.”
“Good, now promise me this mess won’t happen again. I can’t loose you Blondie, you don’t really know what you are messing with here.”
“Relax Flo, you worry too much. If only my mother cared half the way you do.”
“What? Are we now talking about the queen of witches?”
Finally, Flora and I burst out laughing. I didn’t need to say much but she knew everything. My love for this girl keeps growing more and more. She never judges me and always seeks to protect me. It’s as if we are sisters.
Later that evening, we go to the dining, all through dinner, Becca stares me down, I hate her as much as she hates me, Flo and I stare her off.
“Have you guys heard that the His Lordship’s son will be coming home soon?” one of the girls asks.
“Really? Has he finally resolved issues with his father?” another girl asks.
“Who cares? The good thing is that he’s coming home. I once saw his pictures, he’s the finest man ever, a younger version of his father, only hotter. I wish to win his heart over.” Becca says.
After Becca made her slutty comments, the whole dining goes quiet and everyone turn to look at each other. It’s obvious I’m not the only one that can’t stand her. After we all retire to our rooms, Flora joins me and we talk for a while. I pester her to tell me what she meant the last time she talked about loosing someone, but she dodges me, refusing to talk about it. I can’t help but wonder what it is that is still hurting her. She has never talked about a loved one or a family before. Since she does not want to talk about it, I respect her wishes.
“How are you going to hide that scar on your neck from the His Lordship?”
“I haven’t even thought of it Flo. Ohh shoot!”
“I will suggest you put on a turtle neck sweater?”
“What if he wants to take off my clothes?”
“Then fake a little illness so he won’t want to take off your clothes?”
“Do you always have a solution for every problem?”
“Yes Blondie! Now what else?”
“Is he back?”
“Yes, about one hour ago.”
“Do you always know everything going on in the mansion?”
“Yes, that’s part of my job here.”
“And when are you resuming your job at the club?”
“Soon.”
“Can I come work with you there?”
“I don’t know. It’s completely up to His Lordship.”
So what now? The Bishop owns me now? This isn’t really how I planned my life, but come to think it, I am a fugitive, I can’t just walk out of here to go find a life? I don’t want to be any man’s property not to talk of being a secret mistress to a Bishop. I can’t live like this, the Bishop has not even talked about me going back to school. Is this how am going to end up? And to think I’m still a whore after sex has ruined my life. I need to learn to shut my fucking legs and say no. What am I even saying? Isn’t it too late to be saying this now? Why didn’t I think of this before casting lust on the Bishop’s wife? I just have to put an end to all this nonsense. I refuse to be used for sex by a husband and his wife. Come to think of it, how come the Bishop’s wife thinks her husband is a saint? I bet the Bishop thinks she’s a saint too. Two idiots!
Alone in my room now, I need to think of a way to keep the Bishop out of my room. I’m not feeling this whole thing anymore. I mean, I thought of it deeply and this life is not satisfying. Why did my Daddy have to die? He had plans for my future, he was interested in my life. All the Bishop seems to care about is fucking me, now even his holier-than-thou wife has joined in the game. What if it was a plan? I swear, I’m nolonger feeling this. I get off my bed and push the bolt in. Even if he inserts the card, the door will open atleast three inches, but the chain bolt won’t let it open further so there is no way he can come in. I just don’t want want to deal with him tonight.
I hear the click from the door, it’s obvious someone has inserted the card, but the chain bolt stops the door. It’s none other than the Bishop. I peek at the wall clock, it’s 2am. From the way he continues to push the door and tug on the chain bolt, I can sense he’s frustrated and pissed. But he can’t risk making noise so he does not get seen if the noise gets too much. After putting up quite a fight with the door, he finally gives up, closes the door and walks away. A very wicked grin spreads across my face, I have never turned down a darn good cock before. I still can’t believe I locked that cock out. Somebody is really growing up, and that person is me. I have never regretted being given an orgasm before but I regret what I did with the Bishop’s wife and I don’t want it to ever happen again, I really mean it.
I hear a knock on my door and I open my eyes, it’s morning already. I’m sure it’s Flora, she’s the only one who wakes up so early and will do anything to ruin my sleep.
“What do you want Flo? Can’t I sleep in peace? It’s too early.”
“Shut up lazy ass. It’s 10am.”
“What? Are you serious? Why didn’t you wake me earlier?”
“I thought you needed the rest, I didn’t know how your rest went last night.”
“Get your mind out of the gutters Flo. Nothing happened.”
“I know that now.”
“How do you know?”
“First, the Bishop has been grouchy all morning, I didn’t understand, but seeing how neat your bed looks and the fact that your hair isn’t a mess, I get the picture. What did you do?”
“I locked him out.”
“How? He has all the cards.”
“I initiated the chain bolt last night.”
“You did what?”
“Listen Flo, this is not the kind of life I want, to be cooked up here and have no life of my own, only to be used as a sex slave for the Bishop and his wife. I need to get out there, I want to get a life. My life, get a job, go back to the university. I want to do what I want and not what the Bishop wants.”
“Blondie, you have a point, but have you forgotten you are a fugitive? Have you forgotten that you are wanted for the murder of a man? Why don’t you take things easy. I am glad you regret doing the dirt with his wife, but you can’t hold that against him. What name do you want to use in school? What identification do you have? Don’t take drastic decisions Blondie.”
“I know, I was just sad last night, I wanted to be alone. I was also thinking about my late Daddy. I miss him.”
“Let’s not talk about the dead. Talk to the Bishop about your worries instead. Give him the opportunity to provide answers to your questions.”
“Yes Mummy, I hear you.”
“Mummy? Have I called you an idiot today?”
“Okay now Flo, jokes apart, his wife said something to me yesterday that has left me baffled and very confused.”
“What did that witch say?”
“She asked me to always seek a second opinion.”
“To what?”
“I don’t know, but that was all she said.”
“That’s deep. Could she be referring to her husband?”
“I doubt that, considering the fact that she painted him as a saint. So I believe she is not doubting him.”
“Be very careful of that woman. Anyways, the Bishop asks that you see him in his office by noon. I hope you sort out whatever issues going through your head.”
Its finally time to go see the Bishop. I walk past his securities, it’s as if they were all expecting me. They didn’t inform the Bishop of my arrival, the door swings open for me and I walk in. I greet the Bishop and he responds warmly. I don’t even wait for him to ask me about last night, I begin to explain to him how I wasn’t feeling well and how much I needed to rest. I told him how I’m worried about my life and that I would really love to go back to school even if it meant changing my identity completely.
“I’m working on it Blondie, don’t you trust me anymore? You should know I love you very much and I will not joke with your happiness baby. But that is not enough reason for you to lock me out. We can always talk about your worries. If you like, you can join Flora to manage the club, I will place you on same salary as her`s even though you will never lack anything. Is that okay?”
I nod and smile. Deep inside me, I know he has not said anything. I was expecting to hear the plans he has for me, but he has said nothing. I hope he knows I’m not stupid. I can’t live like this.
“Well baby, now that we have cleared that up, I see your nipples are hard through your dress.”
I look down and true to his words, my nipples are poking my dress, it’s not that I’m excited or anything, I’m sure it’s due to the cold here. The AC is blowing madly and that’s the only explanation for my hard nipples.
“Aren’t you going to bring them out for me to play with?” he says with a smile.
I obey and pull down the top of my dress, scooping my breast out of my lacy bra. He immediately runs his hand across the skin of my breast, flicking my nipple with his thumb as it becomes swollen. Then he runs his tongue around it before finally wrapping his mouth around it and eagerly sucking it. His other hand begins to massage my other breast which is still trapped inside my bra.
“Oh I missed you so much Blondie, you have no idea. I wanted to tear you apart last night. I stroked my cock all night thinking about your nipples, your clit and you pussy.” he moans before putting his mouth back on my breast and sucking it desperately.
I am beginning to get turned on right now, I can’t help it. I am enjoying watching him as he savors the taste of me, ever so often tugging gently at my nipple with his teeth as I gasp. I try hard not to let my moans get too loud so the securities outside don’t hear but it’s difficult when all I want to do is give into the moment and be as loud as I can. After a while, he pulls down more of my dress so he can relieve the other breast from its lace enclosure and he begins to feast on it as well, taking turns to suck on one tit and then the other while simultaneously tweaking and teasing the nipple of the other.
I can’t deny it, but I love the feel of his mouth, his tongue and his hands as he consumes my tits and I run my fingernails up and down his back. I am so turned on right know that all I can think of is having his cock in my mouth. He takes a break from feeding on my breasts and steps back to admire the sight before him. He now runs his hands along my hips down to my ass, tracing the outline of the lace panties I have underneath with an appreciative grin. I look down and see the swelling of his cock in his pants, tempted to lean over and run my hand across it or maybe unzip his pants and pop his hard cock in my mouth. But I don’t want him to think I am too hot for him after locking him out last night. But what do you know, I missed his cock inside me. I watch his eyes take me in while I run my hands along his long arm, wishing he could take me now. He turns me around, having me sit on his lap as he sits back on his chair. He’s hands grab hold on to my waist guiding me to grind up against him. I enjoy the feel of his cock getting harder against me and wish he could just take off his pants and free his cock so I can ride him properly. As I rub against him, his hands reaches around to massage my tits, making me moan some more.
“I wish you would fuck me,” I whisper shamelessly. “God, I want you in me so bad.” so much for trying to play tough.
He says nothing. Instead he pulls up my dress until my panties are exposed and then runs a finger against the fabric crotch, which is now soaking wet because of how turned on I have become. I feel the brush of his finger through the lace and wish he’ll push it aside and slide his fingers in to my aching pussy. As if reading my mind, he finally slips a finger underneath my panty and begins gently brushing against my engorged clit. I can’t help but let a loud moan escape at the sensation. He runs his finger gently along my wet pussy lips arousing my senses and making me want him inside me even more. He now has me stand up and turn around to face him.
“Hold up your dress for me so I can see your panties.”
I obey, wondering what he will do. Then I feel him take them off me and watch him put them on his desk. He pulls me closer to him so he can suck on my tits some more, but this time I feel his free hand slide up between my legs, teasing for a moment at the lips before sliding inside of me. I’m enjoying the dual sensation of him finger fucking me while he devours my tits, I feel light-headed from my heavy breathing. As he works on me, I can feel this amazing sensation build inside me until finally I reach orgasm and cum hard, my body spasms from the orgasm. He waits for my body to finish pulsating, then he stands up and takes a moment to kiss me, slowly and gently at first, and then more urgently. Then he turns around.
“Bend over,” he said, guiding me to rest my arms on the desk and then pulling my dress up to my waist.
He caresses my ass at first, smacking it a bit and then spanking harder. I relish the sting. He has me spread my legs a bit more and then I hear the sound of his zipper as he pulls out his cock. I feel him slide it between my legs, rubbing it against my wet cunt and then teasing me by pressing the head against my opening, but not going in further and pulling back when I try to press against it. Then I finally feel the harder pressure of him and the momentary resistance of my tight pussy, and then he slides right in to the hilt and the feeling of it makes me gasp aloud. He holds himself in me, pushing to be as deep as possible and holding it there first before he starts fucking me. I love being fucked from behind. It’s always as if I’m being fucked so much deeper than regular missionary. The most difficult part though is to keep myself from screaming as he pounds into me hard. I’m enjoying the rhythmic slap of skin on skin as he pounds me harder and harder. His hands, which has a firm grasp of my tits at first are now holding tight to my hips as he’s getting faster and faster. I can feel him swelling and stiffening inside of me and my head is spinning.
“Say you love my cock Blondie,”
“Yes! Yes! I love your cock.”
“Tell me how you feel.”
“I feel really good, your cock gives me the best. It’s so big. I love it.”
“You have the sweetest pussy ever Blondie, I want to fuck you all my life, I want to own your pussy, make it mine. I won’t share you with anyone Blondie.”
What is he getting at? I don’t respond as I have nothing to say. I only need to enjoy this fuck in peace and not worry about belonging to anybody. I try to stay quiet so I don’t lose control and make promises I know I cant keep.While I’m still trying to fight making a sound, I feel him explode inside of me. I luxuriate in the warm, pulsing sensation of cum being pumped inside my pussy. It seems to last for a long time and even after he’s spent, he continues to hold himself inside of me for a while as we both struggle to catch our breath.
When he finally pulls out, I feel the tickle of cum dripping down my thighs a bit. I feel the ghost of him inside of me, with my insides now aching from being hammered so intently, I don’t stand up right away until I hear the sound of him redressing. When I finally turn around, I see him sitting back in his chair.
“You can go to the bathroom and clean up baby.” he says to me, pointing towards the bathroom
I get to the bathroom and it brings back old memories. This was where I first saw the Bishop’s cock, though I was peeping at him masturbating with my used underwear. I smile as I quickly dress up and return to meet him in the office. He pulls me close again and runs his fingers through my hair. He kisses me on the lips.
“So, Your Lordship, about what we spoke about earlier. What will we do about my change of identity? Legally I mean.”
“I’m working on it baby. Don’t worry your head. I think we should worry about the names, especially the surname.”
I return to my room feeling so dissatisfied. Sexually satisfied but empty. The Bishop didn’t sound convincing one bit. It’s as if he has other plans to enslave me and make me his. It’s not like it’s so bad because I am not of any use to a husband so I am not even thinking of being someone’s wife. Thanks to my evil mother, I can’t bear fruits. So what’s the point of thinking about marriage? But still, I deserve a life. I am no longer happy here. All the Bishop does is shut me up with his cock.
“God, Please send me a Savior, send me a helper that will rescue me from this trap, send me a guardian angel. I was wrong to think the Bishop will save me, but his selfishness and lust won’t let him spare me.” I pray as I cry myself to sleep.
It’s been a few days and depression has completely taken over me. Flora has done everything she knows in her book to cheer me up but nothing worked. I have lost my spark, I am no longer the pleasant Blondie everyone knew. I barely get out of my room. But today, I must come out of my room, the Bishop’s son arrived last night, and we are all expected to go and welcome him today. I wish I can just remain in bed, but it will be rude. So I have no choice but to dress up and go with the others.
“You don’t have to go Blondie. You look too pale.”
“It will be rude if I don’t.”
“Don`t worry, I will tell them you are sick. Get some rest.”
I stay back in my room and Flora leaves. I dont know why but I start crying, I am feeling very miserable, I want my life back. Maybe I should just run away, but where to?
My door opens and Flora walks in,
“Blondie, sorry to disturb you, The Bishop`s son was informed you are sick and he said he will like to come see you. Can he come in?”
“Sure.” I reply as I try to adjust myself and wipe my eyes.
“Hello Blessing, my name is Perry.”
I think I am going to faint, its as if I have seen this face before. Where? And how come he calls me Blessing instead of Blondie like everyone else here? Where have I seen this face before?
“Savior?” I call out.
To Be Continued………………© BB Pin 2BB8498D
Gehn Gehn!!!!!! Let the battle begin……..
Hahahahaha. Real Battle. Finally, the ‘Third Party’ has been established.
You are funny
The story just started wow wow wow! Hmmmm blessing my dear I really pity u. Father , son and mother are in love with blonde/blessing hahaha
Lol. It just got hot
I can smell heavy blood shed. This is not going to be funny atall. Miss Erotica, make sure you keep Blessing safe. Nothing should happen to any hair on her head. Finally, the third Party has been established. Great job PHOENIX EROTICA
Blood shed? Ummm how did you see that coming? Lol Thanks for the compliment anyways.
The blind can see this one. Bishop as obsessed with Blessing as he is won’t let her go without a fight. Even if it means taking down his own son. Like I said, I don’t know who you are, but make sure NOTHING happens to my Blondie. I don’t want to stop fucking her in my head. You gerrit?
We’ll see.
Wow!! I was gonna say let d story end na.but it’s just getting started nd more intriguing.!!!pls next episode biko.
Glad you loving it. Next episode soon.
I don’t know if I should be happy for blessing or feel sorry for her. All the same let her enjoy all while it lasts lol
Lol. Funny
Saviour came back……yayyyyy
Blessing is being knacked from every angle,lucky Bitch,lets see how things play out now. saviour is here to comfort her with his Rod and Straff again.
Lol. You funny @ Rod and Staff
Phoenix does it again. You are an awesome writer. Keep it coming.
Thank you Sweetie. I’m honored.
Pls nothing I mean nothing should happen to Blessing. I guess saviour is back? Let d fight begin
Lol. Let’s hope her pussy will let her remain safe. Lmao.
Now d father, mother n son have fucked me silly!!! Gosh I love dis episode! Guess am a bigger slut than Blessing!
Hahahaha the son hasn’t fucked you yet o.