19/07/2017
[7/7, 16:16] Best Emmanuel Torgbui: Must Read: Cornered (18+++)
Part 1
I just turned 40. And for the past 13 years, I’ve been working as a security man! I began with the Rosary all-girls College at Badagry before joining St. Elizabeth’s catering school at Ijesha after getting a very good offer. That was where I spent the last 9 years of the 13 I mentioned earlier. It has been a very pleasant ride so far to say the least, and out of it, I’ve been able to raise two girls and a boy through primary education. In fact, my first kid – Amina, will be joining my former employers for her secondary education and I have plans of drafting her into the current school where I worked as soon as she was done. Her mom always spoke about how brilliant she was in the kitchen and how she would love her to own a restaurant of her own someday. While that was a decent dream to have for one’s daughter, my ideas for Amina’s future was more than that. I wished she could do well in school such that she could easily be employed by the best hotels in the country. I was seeing good talent in her and that was why I had begun telling her that she would attend one of the best catering monotechnics around, such as St. Elizabeth’s. I was more than convinced that it was a good school and the quality of graduates released each year proves that. Another convincing factor was the culture within the school. From what I saw, it was pretty obvious that there was a tradition of simplicity and a down-to-earth approach of going about study there. The students were usually decent and more or less appearing focused. The tutors too had seriousness written all over their faces and would be the first to rebuke bad behaviour even before security took note of it. While some have accessed their pattern as highhandedness and even termed the institution an exalted-secondary-school because of how tight things were within the premises, I very much loved them for all they were accused of. Cue in the fact that I was already a staff within the school meaning that I could place first-hand attention/monitoring on my daughter when she becomes a student there, and you’d see why I believed the school was a wonderful place to have her!
Another thing I like about the institution was the students. I always find them warm and friendly. Being a school predominantly of female population, it was easy to understand why things remained warm and nice. The nature of the courses applicable meant there were always going to be more girls than boys. At some point in the past, myself and the other three men who worked as internal-security, appeared to be the only men present in the entire school and it easily developed an affinity between ourselves and the girls. They all gave us nick-names, calling me Ramsey Nouah after the popular movie actor because of my supposed comeliness and light skin. This was the name they openly addressed me with and as new students joined each year, they easily took up the names from where their graduating counterparts stopped. Generally, it was fun as the name in question wasn’t bad at all and it even showed me that the students loved and appreciated my presence among them. It also gave me increased reason to be closer to them and prompted my regularly stopping by to have a chat with a few of them as I went about my daily paroles. It equally meant that I could know them better and in some cases, even up to an unusually detailed level! This was majorly the case in the particular female hostel assigned to me – Hostel P. Before I would stay a full year with them, I had already known all the girls in there and virtually all their names! I also could tell what each of them looked like even if I were to shut my eyes while saying so! I knew Kwame (the Ghanaian) was the darkest of the girls while Loretta was the lightest in complexion. I knew Emma (the one I often called amazon) was the tallest. I also knew Chiamaka was the prettiest even though she didn’t own the most attractive body in the hostel. Bosé had the best body among them all and and didn’t look bad in the face too. Her Bosom were by far the juiciest in the eye with an elegant pair of matching Tips!
Her Bosom were by far the juiciest in the
eye with an elegant pair of matching Tips!
Her Buttocks were like a big football and never failed to bounce heavily at the slightest of movements! I heard she had given birth in the past even though she was still single but it didn’t show on her body! She was firm and shapely all over! Another girl that was peculiar in her appearance was Une; the girl from Akwa-Ibom! She was the model-type slim beauty even though she wasn’t the prettiest. What stood her out though was her seemingly over-sized shooters! They simply looked too big for her chest; in a tempting way, though! They were admittedly round and bouncy, and could be easily traced out on every shirt she wore! Combine that with her rather long Tips, and you would see why she was indeed lusciously peculiar! She didn’t possess a matching backside anyway even though her Buttocks were fairly sizeable with tiny faint stretch-marks attractively scattered all over them! As for the biggest-Buttocks award, I would always give it to Mary, the eldest of them all! She was a married mother of three and was in the school with hopes of starting up a catering business as soon as she was out. I have had a few chats with her and do sincerely see a mother determined to survive. In the beautiful-body department, she was by far the most matured and had a matching b***y to it! Her Buttocks were simply gorgeous; looked like the entire universe, and stood out with every form of grace one can think about!
Her Buttocks were simply gorgeous; … and stood
out with every form of grace…
There were other married women in the hostel too, who were more or less ordinary to me; Gloria, Grace, Amara, Deola, Favour…. Thankfully, we all were friends even though I never found them attractive in anyway.
Consequently, it should be quite confusing for you the reader, as you unfailingly wonder how I’ve managed to know all these details by being just a security guard. Anyways, the truth is, I have been sharing the last 9 years of my work with regular but secret trips to the female general bathroom every morning! Not to bathe of course, but to watch the ladies as they wash their beautiful selves!
To Be Continued…
[7/7, 16:16] Best Emmanuel Torgbui: Must Read: Cornered (18+++)… Part 2
Not to bathe of course, but to watch the ladies as they wash their beautiful selves!
I began doing this rather naughty tomfoolery, during my days at the Rosary College and even extended it to the nuns and sisters! As soon as I joined my new school, I continued in just a matter of days! I have been at it non-stop since then! I would wait until it was about 6am before proceeding to the bathroom location. Thankfully, it has been general bathrooms both at the Rosary College and at St. Elizabeth’s even though I couldn’t understand why. That of St. Elizabeth was even more uncluttered than that of my former employer as there were no cubicles at all! It was more or less an enclosed space with drains at the corners. While it was poor planning to the common eye, it was a strike of good cherished luck for myself as I always enjoyed uninhibited views of my bathing female friends! The fact that it was a bit towards the ‘undeveloped’ part of the school premises was another godsend, meaning that while I indulged in my voyeur’s escapades (while standing on a water barrel or ladder) through the high windows, it was always going to be difficult to get caught! The tall bushes and trees around provided adequate cover. And given the time of the day it usually was, being found out was almost out of the equation! However, that couldn’t be said about my other less-attempted jaunt, which was watching the girls right at their hostel after ‘lights-out’! In fact, it was while I was doing so that I was caught for the first time by one of the girls! I had, at usual, stood at the corridor very late into the night peeping into one of my favourite rooms. There were just three girls in the room all of whom were either bi-Sekxual or le***an!
Since after I had found them Bleeping themselves under the cover of their room, I hadn’t failed to constantly check them out most of the nights! While they were not always at it every night, I still managed to find them doing so a good number of times and it was while watching them that the said student – Paulina by name, caught me! Thankfully she didn’t raise any alarm and only coaxed me to come to her room to explain what exactly it was I was doing. Surprisingly, I didn’t find anyone else in her room and before we could go through the analysis of ‘what I was exactly doing when she caught me’, I had Forked her three times before dawn!
As bizarre as it may sound, I wasn’t the only one who watched our girls bathe every morning! Three out of the Four men who worked with me as internal-security for the school, were also into the habit! The difference was that we did so independently – at our respective hostels! I couldn’t exactly say for the other two but one of the men – Kunle precisely, only joined after seeing me doing so! He was the youngest of us all and was still single. It had happened that rumours of a certain girl who had just joined the school was circulating among the security guards! They said her name was Michelle and was soon drafted into Kunle’s hostel. Even without his knowing it, the rest of our colleagues had already found out facts about the girl and I soon learnt that she was drop-dead beautiful, but then unforgivably shy and wouldn’t undress in-front of other students! Even at the bathroom, she always bathed with a shirt and shorts on or with a bra and a panty!
How she expected to keep doing that for the next three years of her stay in the school was simply difficult to understand! And when you couple that with the amazing fact that she had an outlandishly stunning body, you will understand why the security men who knew about her simply went crazy – they all wanted to see her Unclad! So it was while I was on a rather failed personal mission to catch her un******ng in her hostel room, that Kunle found me! The girl wasn’t Unclad at all but was wearing a short gown that barely covered her fleshy Buttocks! I had watched her walk around her room with the dangerously brief clothe and when she lay to read on her bed, I was even presented a more ‘unsettling’ view of the insides of her thighs as well as her near-Unclad bum! My Joystick was almost bursting through my shorts when Kunle’s hand suddenly landed on my buttocks in alarming fashion!
He was clearly surprised at finding me in there but cleverly covered what he had just seen me doing, with an intelligent joke! Of course, I pretended I wasn’t exactly doing what he thought I was doing and quickly brought a hand over my resiliently throbbing manhood! Unfortunately, it only took 4 days before I found the young man peering through the same window at about the same time of night! As for our Angelina-Jolie-looking Michelle, we still didn’t get to see her t**s and Kittycat any time soon; sadly though!
Anyways, my earlier experience with Kunle kept me occupied. For the following four days, I still kept up with checking out the girls while they showered in the morning and again returned to their rooms at night as they prepared for bed.
But unlike before, I suddenly wasn’t finding doing all those exciting anymore. Instead I kept having an element of concern and guilt within me as several questions about being caught sooner or later endlessly popped in my head. Of course if the school management ever learnt that I was in such a habit, it was going to spell outright doom for me. Same goes with the general bulk of students finding me out. I was only lucky Paulina was more interested in Bleeping me, thus didn’t raise any alarms. But seeing that in just a matter of months after, Kunle caught me again, it actually became a thing to think about! I had to wonder what will become of my family if I ever lost my job with the school. My wife was basically doing nothing at the time, leaving me as the only source of our livelihood. Amina’s future was firmly tied to my involvement in the school too. Any chance of her joining the school would strongly be influenced by my remaining with the institution. If I were to be caught in the rather mischievous habit of watching Unclad female students bathe, then I would have comfortably drawn a curtain on the supposed chance she had! This prompted a new resolve and I subsequently told myself that I was never going to return to the bathrooms anymore – for the sake of family! Of course, it was a very difficult decision and for several days, the urge was so strong that I had to entirely leave the school premises to keep my mind occupied with less dirty things. I was indeed determined not to return to the old ways, and even my seeming affair with Paulina, had to stop, after several successful attempts at avoiding her! Everything suddenly seemed to be working out just fine, after all!
To Be Continued…
