She arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Oh… yes…” she whispered, her head falling back as I teased her with my tongue. Her hands moved to my trousers, unbuttoning them with practised ease, and I kicked them off, my erection throbbing with anticipation.
She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye, and pushed me back onto the bed. I bounced lightly as I sat down.
She straddled me instantly, pinning me down with a confidence that sent a surge of desire through me.
Leaning forward, she kissed me again while grinding her wet, scorching pussy against my erect cock.
Her breasts swaying, I reached up to grasp them, squeezing gently as she lowered herself onto me, teasing and rolling her nipples until she moaned loudly into my mouth.
I slipped one hand between us, finding her soaked folds. She was dripping. The moment my fingers located her swollen clit and began circling it, her moans grew louder, shameless.
She lined my hard cock up to her wet pussy and took me in slowly until she sat right down upon it, wrapping her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my back. Her body trembled.
A soft whimper escaped her lips as her tight, velvety pussy swallowed every inch of me until I was buried to the hilt. Finally I was fucking the woman from the bus! It was like a wild dream come true.
I groaned deeply, my hands gripping her hips. “Fuck… you’re so tight,” I muttered. Her pussy was warm and wet, and the combination of her beautiful body was too much for me to take in.
At first, she moved her hips with deliberate, torturous slowness, grinding and whining her waist in deep, sensual circles. Her hips rolled like ocean waves, stirring my cock inside her, coating me with her slick heat.
I sat straight, pulling her soft body against mine; every rotation sent electric pleasure shooting up my spine. Her heavy breasts swayed above me, nipples begging for attention. My hands met her tender boobs, and I gently dragged one fat mould of her soft flesh into my mouth.
She hissed with pleasure and pulled my face into her fleshy globe, a move I took as an offer, inviting me to explore more.
I buried my head in the depth of her breasts as I gladly sucked on her already stiff nipple, my teeth biting it carefully.
She moaned, and I groaned too; a cold chill ran through me. Back in the city, it would take countless dates and spending to get between the legs of a lady as hot as the Baale’s fourth wife.
But here in Amili I was getting it all for free! A strange feeling, and a new force, something that suddenly made me grip her hips in both of my hands as I took control and began to hump her ass up and down upon my cock, thrusting into her with perfect calm and precision.
She cried out, repeating sounds that were encouraging, could be pain or could be ecstasy. Her hands planted on my chest, she went wild, bouncing furiously, slamming down on my cock with reckless abandon.
As I fucked her hard, my thrusts were deep and relentless. The room was filled with sounds of wet, sloppy sex, and she moaned louder and louder.
She screamed something as she dug her nails into my shoulders, her face buried in my neck, and her hands wrapped around my back like she was holding tight to a property of high value.
The bed squeaked beneath us, the movement of our bodies a wild dance. Her pussy tightened around me, milking my cock, and I knew I was close.
Her massive ass rippled violently with every powerful drop, her breasts bouncing wildly as she rode me like a woman on a mission to break me.
“Yes… yes… fuck!” she gasped in between moans. “Your dick is so deep… destroying me!”
“Cum for me,” I growled, my voice hoarse, as she bounced her fat ass on my lap, my cock thrusting deep into her wet pussy, with each of her rise and fall.
My hands held her buttocks tight, and I continued to guide her up and down. “Let me feel you come around my dick,” I whispered into her ear; that moment I was even surprised at how naughty I sounded and the provocative words I uttered.
She came hard, shaking uncontrollably, pussy clenching and spasming around my cock, howling in raw ecstasy as her juices flooded over me.
Her whole body convulsed, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream that finally tore out as a long, throaty cry. I was still pumping into her from under
She didn’t stop either. Almost immediately, she started bouncing again—sharp, relentless, almost angry strokes. Faster. Harder. Her ass clapped loudly against my thighs as she chased another peak, sweat pouring down her perfect body, breasts slapping together.
And then she came again; this time it was intense, and she cried loudly. Just then my orgasm rippled through me like a storm, my cum shot deep inside her, and we collapsed onto the bed and lay there, tangled together for a moment, breathless and sweating.
The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of what had just happened, our hearts pounding in unison. Then she smiled, a soft, satisfied smile, and kissed me gently.
I sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and frustration. My eyes kept darting to the door.
Every sound outside, footsteps, voices, made me tense up. I just wanted her to leave; after all we had done, what we had in our minds. She wrapped herself loosely with the bedsheet, her skin still glistening with sweat.
She looked too calm for someone who had just made both of us accomplices to something that could ruin our lives.
I didn’t know what scared me more, if it was the thought of the village finding out I was an imposter… or someone finding out I’d just fucked the Baale’s fourth wife.
“I…i… think…,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “You should go… before someone sees you here, please.”
She turned and gave me a slow, knowing smile. “Relax,” she said, sitting gently on the edge of the bed, brushing her fingers across my chest. She leaned in to kiss me again. “I’m not done yet”
I turned swiftly, staring at her, breathing slowly. Despite every warning ringing in my head like a siren, I allowed her lips to crash against mine in a fierce and hungry kiss again. She slowly wrapped one hand around me, pressing her body against mine; I felt the softness of her breasts against my chest.
Her fingers brushed against my hardening cock, and I groaned into her mouth, my desire for her overwhelming. She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down my neck,
She moved one weak hand to my dick and started to stroke me gently. “You’re so hard for me again,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. Then she turned around, bending over slightly to present her ass to me.
My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of her huge, perfect ass. Her buttocks were even more spectacular than I’d imagined, round and firm.
“Fuck me,” she commanded, her voice firm. “I want to see the best of you.”
I didn’t need to be told twice; neither did I pause to think it through. I stepped behind her, my hands gripping her hips as I guided my penis at her fleshy entrance. She was wet and ready for me, her body welcoming mine as I pushed inside her.
She gasped, her head fell back as my cock filled her. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her voice trembling.
I began to move, thrusting into her with slow, deliberate strokes. Her body was tight around me, her pussy walls gripping me with each movement.
Her tightness made me wonder if Baale actually made love to her or if she was his ceremonial wife.
“Harder,” she demanded, her voice breathless. “Fuck me harder please.”
I groaned, my hands squeezed her hips as I picked up pace, my thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. Pounding into her with a rhythm that had us both moaning in pleasure.
Her body moved with mine, her ass slapping against my thighs with each impact. The sound was raw, the sensation intoxicating.
I could feel her orgasm building as she moved her hip faster, meeting my thrust midway, her walls tightening around me as she cried out in ecstasy.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice a whisper. “Keep going.” Her breath was coming in short, shaky bursts.
Then Knock! Knock! Knock!
We both froze mid-thrust, my cock still buried deep inside her pussy. Our eyes widened in pure terror. It struck me like I had been under a spell all along.
Jesus, I was fucking the Baale’s fourth wife! She jumped off me with shocking speed, my cock sliding out with a wet sound. She snatched her gown and sprinted naked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
I scrambled up, heart in my throat, quickly pulling up my jeans, buckling my belt with shaking hands, and wiping sweat from my face. I tried to look composed as I opened the door.
It was the receptionist—the suspected thief—standing beside a strange, serious-looking man I had never seen before.
My heart nearly exploded out of my chest. What if this is the real inspector?
The man greeted me politely, but both of them gave me a knowing look. They had definitely heard the moans and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. I wondered if they knew exactly who was inside with me.
“My oga wants to see you,” the stranger said.
I studied him carefully, searching for any sign of danger. “Who is your oga? Where is he?”
“He is outside,” the man replied.
“Na Chief Baba Ade,” the receptionist added. “A very big man, sir.”
Relief mixed with fresh greed. Another possible bag of money. I decided to test the receptionist. “Have you seen the woman who brought food for me?” I asked casually. “Did she leave already?”
“Which woman?” he replied, looking genuinely confused. “I have been at the back washing since. I didn’t see anybody.”
I breathed a silent sigh of relief. These village people are not smart at all.
“I’m coming,” I told them, then closed the door. The Chief’s fourth wife was still in the bathroom, hiding. I dressed up quickly, my shirt still slightly damp with sweat, the taste of the Chief’s fourth wife still fresh on my lips. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since the knock. I left the room.
As I stepped outside with the two men, parked right in front of the guesthouse was a gleaming black Land Cruiser, spotless under the harsh daylight. Leaning against it was Chief Baba Ade—a short, stout man in a starched, impeccably ironed agbada that screamed power and wealth.
Gold embroidery caught the light with every breath he took. His presence alone made the air feel heavier.
As I approached, his face twisted into a mixture of surprise and sharp suspicion. His eyes scanned me slowly from head to toe, like a butcher inspecting meat. “You are not the man I met at the state office last time I visited your boss,” he said, voice low and probing.
My stomach dropped. For a split second, the world tilted. Thank God I dressed properly. My best clothes- crisp shirt, decent trousers- were saving my neck.
I forced a confident smile, drawing on years of smooth lies perfected through petty internet fraud.
“I’m based in the Federal Capital, sir,” I replied calmly. “Not the state office. I report directly to the Director at the federal headquarters.”
Chief Baba Ade studied me a moment longer, then his lips curled into a knowing, almost mocking smile. “Oh, really? So you are the main man then.”
I laughed lightly. “I have my director above me, but yes… I handle the critical assignments.”
He nodded, skipping all pleasantries. “I want you to pick my land. A lot of it. And reduce whatever you allocate to the Baale.” His tone left no room for debate; it was an order, not a request. “I have money. I can change your life if you work with me.”
The air thickened with tension. I could smell an old feud between him and the Baale, like smoke from a hidden fire. Dayo, this is getting messier.
This man wasn’t begging like the others. He had connections. Real ones. One phone call and my entire scam could collapse.
He pulled out his phone, swiped and tapped aggressively while I stood there, pulse thundering in my ears. This one knows people in the ministry. He could expose me in seconds.
Written by Tito
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