When she turned to get the food, I felt my body react. That ass was something unholy, massive, round, and heavy. It swayed and bounced with every step. I concluded right there, the women here were blessed (or cursed) with extraordinary asses.
She returned with the food in an old, dented stainless plate I wouldn’t even feed a dog with back in the city. But hunger beat pride, waiting for her to turn around again so I could devour the sight of that glorious behind bouncing.
This time, it jiggled deliciously as she moved. Instead of going to the back, she sat on a low stool nearby, watching me stylishly from the corner of her eye.
I knew I didn’t have much time. With the way people had stared at me outside, someone must have already run to inform the vigilante men. I needed to start playing my role now. I swallowed a morsel of amala and asked casually: “Madam… this is Amili, right?”
“Ehnnn…” she replied, her eyes glued to my fingers as I swirled them in the hot ewedu soup.
“I am on special duty from the government,” I said confidently.
She frowned, clearly struggling to understand my fast English. I quickly switched to Yoruba and repeated myself.
The moment the word “Ministry” left my mouth, her eyes widened. She sprang up like someone electrocuted and screamed, “Ministry?!”
Then she started dancing, that wild, energetic Yoruba woman dance. Her hips began swaying dangerously, and her gigantic buttocks started rolling and bouncing under her wrapper like they had a life of their own.
The heavy flesh clapped and jiggled so violently I thought the wrapper would slip off and free that massive ass completely. Jesus Christ…My cock twitched hard.
All I could picture was bending her over right there, lining my thick dick between those two massive, soft cheeks and fucking her senseless, watching that enormous ass ripple and shake with every brutal thrust.
She was still dancing energetically when a rough-looking man walked in. He was dressed in dirty, greasy work clothes, welding goggles pushed up on his forehead. She didn’t even notice him.
She kept wiggling and rolling her ass until the man reached out and gave her right buttock a loud, possessive spank. Pa!
She stopped immediately, laughed, and threw her thick body against him, pressing her massive breasts into his chest. The man looked at me, paused, then asked her what the celebration was about.
She pointed straight at me and announced proudly in strong Yoruba dialect that I’d come from the Ministry for the land inspection.
My heart started slamming against my ribs. What if this lie blew up in my face? These people would drag me out and hang me as the thief before nightfall. But instead, the man stretched his hand forward with a big smile. “You are welcome, sir. I am Lekan, the Chief Security Officer of this community.”
My head spun. Of all the people I would meet first, it had to be the Chief Security Officer? Life was truly playing dangerous games with me. I shook his hand, trying to hide my relief. I introduced myself as Dotun.
Lekan sat down and ordered palm wine for both of us. He asked if I had gone to the Baale’s house yet. I told him I had just arrived and would see the chief as soon as I finished eating.
As we drank and talked, other customers came, some joined our table while others sat away from us. As night fell, more people trooped into the canteen after hearing the news. Lekan proudly introduced me to everyone as the government inspector.
The respect was insane. People bowed, greeted me with both hands, and fought to pay for my food and drinks. I could smell the desperation for that compensation money.
My eyes kept drifting back to the canteen owner, Aduke. I had picked her name when Lekan had summoned her to serve us another jug of palm wine. Every time she stood up to serve customers, her massive ass swayed hypnotically.
Our eyes kept meeting. I knew that look women gave when they were attracted to a man. There was clear hunger in the way she looked at me, and I wanted to bury my face in that fat ass.
At one point, I told her I needed to urinate. She led me to the back of the shop. I walked behind her, eyes locked on the way her enormous buttocks moved and bounced under the thin wrapper.
It was wild. She reminded me strongly of Banke and the fair lady from the bus. This community seemed to breed women with dangerously fat asses told myself again.
When I returned from the small bush path she had pointed to me to ease myself, she was standing by the window. She smirked and said teasingly, “Oga, pull your zip.” I looked down and realised my zipper was still open, my boxers slightly visible. Fuck.
Of all the places to look at me, her eyes had gone straight to my dick area. I mumbled a quick thank you and zipped up fast. That was my third temptation in just a few hours.
Later, I teased Lekan about Aduke. “You have a very fine, homely wife.”
He laughed loudly. “Aduke is not my wife. She is my very good friend” he smiled and looked across to where she sat; we both knew she couldn’t hear us. I’ve been begging her to be my second wife, but she refused. Her husband ran to the city and never came back. She needs a real man like me to handle all that body, but she’s forming hard girl.”
The spark in his eyes told me everything — they were definitely fucking, but she had refused to be his alone; probably she was fucking other men too.
I asked him where I could spend, and he said the Baale would give me a spare room in his house. He hadn’t finished talking when Aduke interrupted and said I would be more comfortable at the guest house than at the chief’s house.
She told me there was a guest house in the town and I should spend the night there. She said the guest house is situated very close to the Baale’s house, so I could easily go there after seeing the Chief.
Then she turned to Lekan and said something in their native dialect. I saw him nod his head in acceptance and said I should consider the guest house.
When it was time for him to leave, Lekan arranged for one of the men to take me to the Baale’s house on his bike.
Even though I wasn’t comfortable with whatever Aduke had told Lekan as her reason for me to stay at the guest house. I made up my mind I would sleep at the local guest house. For me, it was the fastest and easiest option for me if I wanted to disappear quietly before dawn.
Lekan left the canteen along with some of the men, leaving only a few other men.
Just as I was about to leave with the man Lekan had instructed to drop me at the chief’s house, Aduke quickly said she would ride with us, that her house was very close to the Chief’s palace. Then she begged us to wait for her so she could close up quickly.
As she locked up, she muttered, “I don’t like staying out late because of that Cutlass Thief.”
I jumped in, “I heard about him on the bus. They say he’s very dangerous.”
Both Aduke and the bike man started telling me horror stories, how the thief cuts and butchers anyone who tries to confront him.
The funny part was when they said he operated every night… every night. I stayed quiet. After all, I had my own dangerous secret: I was an impostor.
But then, to me, I knew I would catch that thief in the twinkle of an eye if I wanted to. I had been a member of a very strong anti-cult force back in school that went after cultists and thieves on campus.
I had personally dealt with very deadly cultists and notorious criminals, but was frightened by one village thief. But then I had no business being a hero here in Amili, just one night and I should be off before I would be exposed.
When we mounted the bike, I sat behind Aduke. The moment I settled in, she slowly moved backwards, pressing her soft back fully against my chest. Then she pushed her massive, fat ass backwards until it was sitting directly on my groin.
My dick reacted instantly. Blood rushed straight to my cock, and I started getting rock hard. My erection pressed firmly against the soft, heavy flesh of her enormous buttocks. She definitely felt it.
Then she adjusted again, deliberately sitting harder on my now iron-hard dick. I groaned low in my throat. Her ass was incredibly soft, like warm, thick wool.
No weight, just pure, heavy, jiggly flesh enveloping my cock. Every gallop and bump on the rough village road made her massive ass bounce and grind on my throbbing dick like she was riding me.
The more the bike jolted, the more her fat ass clapped softly against me. She knew exactly what she was doing. She kept chatting casually with the bike rider like nothing was happening, while secretly rocking her huge, soft ass on my erection, milking every bump for maximum friction.
I was losing my mind. My hands itched to grab her waist, rip that wrapper off, and slam my cock deep into her from behind right there on the moving bike. It took every ounce of willpower not to squeeze her breasts or grip that fat ass. But I held on… barely.
By the time the bike finally stopped in front of the Baale’s compound, I quickly climbed down first. Thank God it was already dark; no one could see the massive, painful bulge straining against my trousers.
My dick was still rock hard and leaking precum like crazy. Aduke’s soft, heavy ass had done serious damage. I caught her smiling wickedly as she stared straight at my crotch. She knew exactly what she had done to me. I avoided her eyes, quickly thanked both her and the bike man.
Aduke pointed toward a small, old bungalow at the corner. “That’s my house.” Then she pointed in the opposite direction. “And that’s the guest house, if you no wan sleep for Chief house.”
I thanked them again and watched as they rode off into the night. Jesus Christ… Her ass was insane. My cock was still painfully throbbing, pressed tight against my zipper like it wanted to tear through.
It felt like I had already fucked her raw. I was leaking so much I could feel the wet spot growing in my boxers. I picked up my bag and walked into the large compound.
A security man suddenly flashed a bright torch straight into my face. “I am the agent from the Ministry,” I said quickly. “I came to see the Baale.”
He lowered the light, and I noticed the ancient Dane gun slung across his shoulder. No wonder they couldn’t catch the Cutlass Thief.
That wooden relic looked older than the man holding it. By the time he cocked that thing and aimed, the thief would have already chopped off his head twice.
“Baale don sleep,” the security man grumbled. “Come back first thing tomorrow morning.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. Perfect. By morning, I would be long gone. Just as I was about to walk away, I heard a familiar voice behind me, soft, melodious, almost singing. The same voice I heard earlier that day while on the bus.
I turned around, and my heart slammed against my ribs. It was her. The fine, fair lady from the bus. The one who had pulled down her jeans and deliberately showed me her thick, juicy pussy between those massive yellow thighs.
The same woman who had vanished the moment we arrived.
She was now wearing a long, loose gown, but I could still picture every dangerous curve underneath — those wide hips and the fat, round ass I had seen shaking earlier. The security man bowed respectfully and introduced me:
“This is the agent from the Ministry, ma.”
She smiled sweetly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Have we met before?”
I knew she remembered me. She was just playing games. For a second, I was tempted to reply, “Yes — the same woman who bent over and flashed her wet pussy at me this afternoon.” But I held my tongue. Instead, I answered calmly, “Yes, we were on the same bus today.”
She tilted her head. “What have you been doing? The Baale has been waiting for you since this afternoon when he heard about your arrival.”
Written by Tito
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