Our Tenant’s Daughter (Episode 3/7)


The silence that possessed the room after the nod of approval was by kind courtesy of shyness. Where it came from, I cannot tell. I stood there soaked in my own sweat, lacking motivation to take a bite at the pinky meat I’ve so desired. My tenant’s daughter, Beryl, gazed at me with impatient eyes. I knew I had bitten more than I could chew and it’s either a spit it out and she run or chew it fully and swallow. I went for the latter.

With diplomatic movements, I adjusted her head with my right hand to lower the centre of gravity due to difference in height. Then I curled my left hand around her waist before fitting my lips perfectly on hers. She went in immediately for my lower lip and sucked it with her eyes closed. I took a closer look at her and admired her dimple.

My left hand was still fixed around her waist but I wished I could do more, I wished I could touch more than her waist. She rolled her tongue through my diastema and rubbed her tongue against mine. That gesture sent pleasure through my spine and I held her closer, pressing on tightly at the pelvic region. She sighed a sign of pleasure and raised her leg on the plastic chair to expose her spotless thigh without wrinkles or stretch marks.

At this point, I was fully convinced she wasn’t a novice at playing this game. A sense of shame flashed through my mind as I numbered the hair on her thighs with my fingers in a romantic rhythm.

“What part of the Accounting or Core Maths syllabus are we treating currently?” A still small voice echoed in my mind but I rebuked it and continued with my student. I wanted more but my gentle soul won’t allow me to explore further. I had a mouthful of tongue, and my sausage was already frying in hot oil.

The final hug was promising, with the note, “See you tomorrow” written all over it. I winked at her and she replied with a smile of appreciation. For my tutorial or romance? Maybe both.

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Just as our elders say, “he who goes to sleep with itching anus will wake up with smelly fingers,” the rest of my day after leaving Beryl’s was a scrotum-ache for me. I struggled in vain to get her out of my mind but to no avail. Twice, I went out with the plan to go back to her place to finish what we’ve started. Wait! Won’t it be too much for our first class? I decided to wait at least for the next day to see what she will offer me. If she doesn’t offer the red apple after a week, I will find a way to demand my wages in kind.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts.


“Who is it?”

“Teacher, it’s me oooo.”

That’s my tenant’s voice.

“Oh, mum, please I’m coming ooo.”

I immediately regretted calling her mum. Isn’t that a recipe for brother-zoning?

“Oh, I just got back from the shop and Beryl told me you came around today to help her with her studies. I hope she’s picking up?”

“Oh yeah. We did some assessments today and so far I’m impressed. Just a few touches and she’ll be good for the exams,” I lied. She scored 13/40 in the Core Maths objective test.

“Thank you, my son. I’m so grateful. Here is something for you.”

She handed a basket to me. Oh God, will I eat this woman’s food and eat her daughter on top? The shame was back on my mind.

“Thank you very much, auntie,” I said.

“Oh don’t mention. Can I pay a university graduate to come and teach myself daughter? And yes, I will get you a cane. If she fools, cane her.”

I smiled back. “No need for a cane; I already have a natural cane with two stones to do the ‘disciplining’,” I said to myself.

…to be continued.

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Disclaimer: The people in the attached picture are not in anyway related to the story.

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Our Tenant’s Daughter Episode 1/7
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