“Hey daddy!”
“Heyyy, you sexy little kitten!”
It was Wednesday evening, and as planned, Mr. Graham had made his way to the bungalow where Brianna lived; a bungalow he had secured for her after their first night of passion. With the usual excuse of working late duly conveyed to his wife, a night of sweet passion was to be anticipated.
His eyes sparkled with unbridled desire as he stood at the front door and beheld the spiciest sight before him. His sweet American plaything dressed in nothing but bright blue lingerie.
Just the way he liked to see her. Showing off her beautiful slender figure with toned abs, with her full bust barely concealed by her lacy U-shaped plunge bra.
Indeed, Darlow and Kofi had really done him a solid by giving him this stunner of a vixen, and he was loving every minute he got to spend with her.
“Come in, daddy,” she urged excitedly, ushering him in. “I’m so glad you’re back home.”
“Me too, my sweet. Me too,” Mr. Graham responded as he walked into the living room. “Curacao was good, but hey, no place like home. Good old Accra.”
“Uh-huh. I’m still mad at you, though. You should’ve taken me with you, you know.”
Mr. Graham smirked as Brianna pouted and crossed her arms. “Awww, I know, my little kitten. You know how it is, though; some of these trips are sudden. Not much I can do about that. But at least, that’s why I’m here. To make it up to you.”
Her pout turned into a smirk. “As you should, you naughty boy. Well, are you hungry? I’ve got something in the kitch I can heat up for you to eat first.”
Mr. Graham eyed her body up and down with a lustful glint. “Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary, Bri,” he drawled, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist. “My hunger’s for… something else.”
Brianna giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Mmmmm! No time to waste, huh, daddy?”
“Not at all. You know how badly I wanna play with those amazing titties?”
“Hihihi. I do, daddy. I know you’ve missed them. Do you know how badly I want this sweet dick of yours all up in me?”
“Oh, I know, Bri. I know. And you’re getting it.”
Before Brianna could respond, Mr. Graham’s lips were on hers. The two hungrily kissed for a moment while she pulled off his coat and shirt before she pulled away. Holding his hand, she whispered, “Let’s get into the bedroom then, daddy.”
Already brimming with licentious hunger, he nodded, eyes glazed.
As they walked into the bedroom, ready to have their fill of passionate intercourse, they had no idea that Brianna’s bedroom had been bugged, and that for the night, they had observers.
Observers with a sinister agenda.
***
Denny and V.A. remained stationed in their car parked a few metres away, with the tablet in front of them revealing all that was going on in the room.
Koni’s resourcefulness had made this possible, having infiltrated her home and bugging it with secret cameras, as well as making extra copies of the house keys to make entrance easier. He had handed them the tablet, giving them the chance to observe the happenings in the house before striking. The plan was to strike after the couple had completed their mission for the night, as they’d be weaker after exerting energy into their extracurricular activities.
Koni had warned them, however, that there was a likelihood they’d be seriously aroused in carrying out this mission, and by the time Mr. Graham and Brianna made their way to the bedroom, they understood why.
The sight of the stunning Caucasian hottie in sensual lingerie had their attention proper hooked. As she took off her bra and dangled her breasts before a hungry-looking Mr. Graham, the two were well and truly triggered. They might have been ruthless killing machines, but that didn’t strip them of testosterone. And boy, that testosterone was sparked up by the sight of her.
“Fuck,” Denny whispered, shaking his head while she fed Mr. Graham with glee and delight. “Look at the tits on this one! Shit, I won’t lie, I’d be cheating on my wife too if this was the girl involved.”
“I swear, my guy,” V.A. agreed. “See juicy tits. Fucking hell! I swear these type of tits can change a man’s direction. Like, a total 180…”
“No lie, bro. These are the type of tits that’ll make me forget how to use these biceps in the gym.”
V.A. laughed out loud. “Herh, guy, you fuck up ooo!”
“I dey lie? You sef, can you function properly if these tits are in your face?”
V.A. shook his head. “Not a chance, man. These tits will make Koni forget how to operate a computer!”
“Haha! These tits will make Benyi grin and laugh like a fucking idiot!”
“Uh-huh. With these kinda tits, she can diss Costo-Dee and his family tree, and he’ll just laugh and agree!”
The two of them laughed at their jokes.
“The only one who won’t be affected by these beauties, though: the Boss,” V.A. commented thoughtfully, shaking his head.
Denny nodded in agreement. “Oh yeah. He’s one asexual bastard, that man. Remember the day that delicious whore with the big ass stripped naked in his office to seduce him? Chale, worst mistake of her life. If it was me, I’d definitely have folded her over the table and fucked her for all she’s worth, but chale, not Mr. Rex Bruschi.”
“Yeah, I’d have damaged that pussy too. But not him. Chale, he pummeled her big time for that. Left her a bloody fucking mess. I dunno how he does it, but chale, no woman can lead Rex Bruschi astray. None at all. To be able to go through life and not get turned on by a woman? I have no fucking idea how he– oh, shit, look at that!”
“Fucking hell! This is gonna be the best start to an assignment ever!”
***
Ten minutes had gone by, and the couple’s illicit time of passion was complete. It was safe to say Denny and V.A. had been treated to a show of porn in real-time, and had enjoyed it thoroughly.
As they observed the couple lay breathless after their encounter, V.A. looked over at his partner. “Chale… I’m thinking we for reduce her punishment small. Or?”
Denny nodded. “I agree. Some 3 or 4 heavy slaps go mellow am. Then we focus more on the idiot. Coz this babe, it’s only the pumpum that needs real beating. And we for search am and get some, coz herh! The bitch be wild pass.”
“Yes! This girl paaa diɛɛ, we for eat. Chale! I swear walahi, if she gives me that ice cream treatment, I can die a happy man the next day.”
Denny stifled a laugh as he pulled his mask over his head. “Chale, you fool too much! Let’s go!”
***
“That was so good, wasn’t it?”
Smiling at the naked beauty lying on top of him, Mr. Graham nodded, exhausted after that heated romp. “Uh-huh. Magnificent, in fact.”
Brianna then touched his nose. “So now, are you gonna leave me behind on your next trip?”
“Oh, absolutely not! You’re going on every trip of mine from now onwards.”
Brianna giggled. “Good. Mission accomplished. I told myself I was gonna show you what you were missing by leaving me behind.”
Mr. Graham snickered. “Well, mission accomplished indeed. You went from kitten to lioness tonight. Damn, you were on fire–“
“Wait,” Brianna interjected, her head up and her eyebrows furrowed. “Do you hear something?”
Mr. Graham lifted his head, wondering what she was talking about. He strained his ears.
He could hear nothing.
“Uhh… nope. You hear something?”
Brianna nodded. “I almost thought I could hear footste–“
Before she could finish her sentence, the bedroom door burst open.
In stepped two burly, masked guys.
The atmosphere instantly switched from relaxed and romantic to one of terror.
Brianna screamed in fright.
“SHUT UP! GET THE FUCK OFF HIM!”
Before she knew it, one of them grabbed her by the arm and threw her off the bed, tossing her towards the window. She hit the floor with a loud thud, groaning at the impact.
She hardly had time to regain her orientation before he descended upon her once more. He lifted up her face…
… and left an aching sting on both cheeks with two slaps on each side.
“Take that, you dumbass husband-snatching slut!”
She was instantly shoved back on the floor.
Mr. Graham could hardly defend himself against the heavy punches thrown at him. His attempts to block were feeble at best, and having been drained of virtue thanks to his earlier activity, he had little strength to resist. So when the other guy joined in and dragged him off the bed to the floor, it was game over.
Two minutes in, and after a myriad of kicks and blows from these two tough men, he could barely blink. Pain pulsed through every vein, and a tiny breath sent vibrations of agony across his entire body.
“Stupid idiot!” one of them snarled, before spitting on him. They quickly disappeared from the room, leaving him battered and nearing unconsciousness, and Brianna bewildered in a flood of tears.
A night of illicit intimacy had quickly turned into one of unbearable pain.
The result of the orders of a woman scorned by infidelity and betrayal.
Yep, it’s been done. Mr. Graham and his side chick got a whipping. And we can only wonder what follows from here…
