Without warning, he thrust the phone at me. “Insert your account number.”
No bargaining. No negotiation. Pure arrogance. My fingers trembled as I typed in my details and handed the phone back. He tapped a few more times, then turned the screen toward me.
“I have sent you five million naira,” he said flatly. “That one is for you.”
The world went silent. My mouth fell open before I could stop it. Five million naira! My legs turned to jelly. Fresh sweat broke out across my forehead despite the shade. I had never seen, let alone touched, that kind of money in my entire life.
Chief Baba Ade watched my reaction with satisfaction. “I will see your boss later this week. Do a good job, my friend, and you will receive even more.”
He reached into his agbada and pulled out another thick wad of crisp one-thousand-naira notes. “Manage this 100k for your transportation and logistics while you are here.”
I collected it with visibly shaking hands. The paper felt electric. As he climbed into the back of the Land Cruiser, he paused and looked back.
“I will send someone to show you my properties.” The driver revved the engine, and the big jeep zoomed off in a cloud of dust.
I stood there, rooted to the spot, entire body trembling. Dayo, you have arrived. The numbers danced wildly in my head—1.7 million already in cash under the bed, plus five million just transferred.
How much is the actual government compensation? It had to be massive for these men to throw around this kind of money so desperately. But more than anything else, one urgent thought burned through the euphoria:
I needed to finish with the Chief’s fourth wife… and get the hell out of this town before it swallowed me whole. The stakes had just exploded. And the real inspector could arrive any moment.
By the time I stepped back into the room, heart still hammering from the encounter with Chief Baba Ade, the Chief’s fourth wife had not stayed hidden.
She was sprawled luxuriously across the bed like a goddess who owned every inch of it, completely naked, legs slightly parted, one arm draped lazily above her head.
Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath, dark nipples still stiff, her smooth, glistening pussy on full display. The sight sent fresh blood rushing straight to my cock.
I should have sent her away. I had already made more money than I had ever dreamed. Over six million naira in a single morning. Logic screamed at me to pack up, slip out of town before sunset, and disappear. But greed and lust had taken the wheel.
Her body was too tempting, too perfect. And deep down, I still wanted to play the game. Catch the cutlass-wielding thief, bleed the village dry, and leave quietly.
I stripped off my clothes without a word, my erection throbbing painfully. I got on top of her, parting her legs gently to give me enough room to kneel between her thighs.
I looked down at her pussy, still glistening with her juice; it was then I noticed how neatly shaved she was down there. I dragged my thumb along her thigh; the thickness and swell of her pussy was enough to get my cock hard and ready again.
I gripped her waist, my other hand sliding up between her thighs, teasing her clitoris, my fingers circling her clit in a slow, filthy rhythm, causing her to sigh softly while she rocked against me, with her hands on my belly.
Then I dipped my fingers between her folds, pushing them in and out of her pussy gently until i located the spot that made her gasp, open mouthed with pleasure, she let out a broken moan that shot through me.
I stroked that spot harder and faster, and as I did, she gasped and jerked, moaning like she couldn’t hold herself anymore. I kissed my way back up her body to her lips, she kissed me back, her kiss deep and hungry, then I moved down slowly to kiss her neck, licking and tasting her neck and earlobe.
My hand found her breasts, and her nipples were already hard again, her chest rising with each quick breath. I cupped her tits and fondled them gently, before hungrily sucking them one after the other, allowing my tongue to roll over her nipples as I teased them.
My fingers were still doing justice to her pussy, stroking her fast and rough. She was dripping, howling and wailing, begging me not to stop with whatever I was doing.
It didn’t take long; the pleasure snapped hard through her again, her whole body tightened around my legs, her hands fisting in my flesh as she broke apart beneath me, trying hard to stifle the loud moan that almost escaped her mouth.
Until she was back to normal. Her legs fell apart, and I moved between them.
I lifted her kneels so that her feet were flat on the bed then I slowly got into a push up position with my hard throbbing dick hovering near the moist lips of her cunt.
But then, just as I was about to penetrate her, she placed a soft but firm hand on my chest. “Who was that?” she asked, eyes searching mine.
“One Chief Baba Ade,” I replied.
Her face twisted into a deep frown. “How much did he give you?”
I lied smoothly. “Just 100k for logistics. He said he would send the rest through my boss.”
She smiled, satisfied. “You will be a very rich man by the time you finish this job in our town. Baba Ade is not from here, but he has taken so many lands because of his strong connections with the government.”
I opened my mouth to ask the question burning in my mind: how much the real compensation from the government was? But she reached down, grabbed my hard cock, and guided it straight into her warm, dripping pussy. The question died instantly on my lips.
As I drove my giant cock into her wet, soaking pussy, her eyes widened, and her jaw opened as she felt my entire length fully inside her.
She was soaked, tight, and velvety, so wet that it only took my dick a little push and I was all inside of her. A low groan escaped both of us as I sank deep inside her in one smooth thrust.
For a moment, I stayed buried to the hilt, savouring the incredible heat and grip of her walls pulsing around me.
Her cunt squeezed my throbbing cock, as my dick filled up her entire pussy. She raised her butt up a little off the bed so that she could take all of me deep inside her. I started moving.
Slow and deep at first, grinding against her with deliberate strokes, letting her feel every inch. Her moans were soft and sweet, her hands roaming my back, nails digging in as her hips rolled to meet me.
She groaned and jerked beneath me, moaning and pleading with me to go faster. The wet, slick sounds of our bodies filled the modest room, mixing with the creak of the old bed. Soon, restraint vanished.
I began fucking her harder with long, powerful strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce wildly. She quickly wrapped her thick thighs around my waist, pulling me deeper and thrusting up to me, meeting my pumps.
The money under the bed, the thief outside, the risk of the real inspector arriving, everything faded as I pounded into her with raw hunger.
In the middle of it, as I drove into her with deep, forceful thrusts, I growled against her ear, “Why did you marry that old man? The Baale?”
She gasped, barely able to form words between moans. “For… the money… ahh! As soon as I save enough… I will leave him.”
My eyes locked on hers. I could tell she wasn’t fully aware of what she was saying. She was lost in the pleasure, eyes half-closed, mouth open in ecstasy as I slammed into her again and again.
“Does he ever satisfy you?” I asked, pounding harder, my hips slapping loudly against her ass.
“Never!” she screamed, voice breaking. “He never satisfies me… Oh God… fuck me harder!”
I laughed darkly, the sound mixing with her loud, shameless moans. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and drove even deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside her with every brutal thrust.
Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, dripping down my balls as she lost control completely.
The Baale’s fourth wife continued to raise her ass up, pushing herself hard against me to meet my thrust as I pounded into her.
She closed her eyes and rocked her hips in circles. I liked what she was doing; I grabbed her hips and pulled her ever closer; my thrusts became urgent, and I increased my pace, fucking her harder and faster, my hips not slowing in the slightest.
“You will come for me again”, I leaned down and whispered, my forehead pressed to hers. She nodded frantically, mouth open, moaning ‘Inspector’ like it was the only word she knew. I didn’t stop, I couldn’t stop, and I didn’t slow down; I kept thrusting because I was chasing my own orgasm too.
I was very close to the most amazing orgasm i had ever known, I drove harder into her, watching the way her breasts flew with each hard thrust, her nipples hard and pointed, She whimpered, her nails digging into my biceps as I pushed deeper, grinding at the end of each thrust like I wanted to break her.
After a few more seconds of energetic fucking, I pressed myself hard against her, and suddenly my cock exploded deep inside her again.
I jerked uncontrollably, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I came hard; my cum flew deep inside her, and I roared as I filled her cunt.
Our eyes locked, lost in each other’s stare as we pushed and groaned. But I didn’t stop thrusting; I was still moving my hips slowly until the feelings of intense orgasm spread throughout her whole body and she was jerking again.
She held me tight and pulled me as deep into her as she could, her orgasm wouldn’t stop, it kept cuming and cuming.
I paused and stayed inside her for a moment, I didn’t thrust, I didn’t move, both of our frozen bodies pressed together and then slowly I pulled out my cock, slick and still twitching.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still joined, the air heavy with heat and guilt, our breaths ragged. I looked at her; she was utterly ruined, and when she laughed, she looked weak and wrecked too.
She leaned in and kissed me lightly and whispered: “We should do this again soon.” I rolled back beside her, caressing her breasts gently. I was exhausted but totally satisfied.
Finally, she dragged herself up and slipped off the bed, her naked body still glistening, and disappeared into the bathroom.
She emerged minutes later, composed and dressed elegantly in her abada again, as if nothing sinful had happened.
“Be careful who you collect money from and who you make promises to,” she warned softly, her eyes serious. “This village has eyes and ears everywhere.” She turned to the table and food flask.
“I will come for this later in the day.” With one last lingering look, she slipped out.
The moment the door closed, I switched on my phone. The credit alert hit me like a thunderbolt. Five million naira. Sitting peacefully in my account.
My head buzzed. I devoured the sweet yam porridge she had brought with pure delight, savouring every spoonful. Since I arrived in Amili, I have been fucking and making money like a king. The smile on my face refused to die.
I hid both bags of cash meticulously, locked the room, and deliberately handed the key to the receptionist.
“Help me look after my room till I return,” I told him. He nodded eagerly.
Perfect. it’s a psychological strategy I learnt long time ago ‘Trust a thief with your money, and his pride will keep him from stealing it’ In practical, if you want to keep your property safe from a thief, make him the guardian of it.
I knew he wouldn’t dare steal from me. In fact, he would guard it with his life so no suspicion would fall on him.
The rest of the day passed in a dizzying blur of power and performance. I moved through the village with a notebook and pen in hand. Lekan, who had volunteered to be my guide, rode me on his bike to different parts of the small town.
Everywhere we went, respect followed me like a shadow. People greeted me with bowed heads and hopeful eyes. I wrote down land locations, including Lekan’s. He was visibly overjoyed.
Later that evening, we rode back on Lekan’s bike into the main town. We hadn’t gone far when a familiar face struck me like a slap.
It was him. The bus driver! The only man in Amili who knew my real identity. My blood turned to ice. I quickly looked away, turning my face sharply to the other side of the road, trying to hide. But it was too late. He had seen me.
He waved frantically at Lekan to stop the bike, his eyes wide with surprise…
The End
Written by Tito
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