Ann met his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his, her moans filling the room as the pleasure built within her.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, as he pushed himself deeper inside her in another long deep thrust until he was buried to the balls and his hips met her bottom, she gasped and then he started to thrust intensively with speed and precision, drilling her pussy mercilessly.
“Ooooohhh Fuck” Ann grunted as Esan began to power fuck her. His moves were calculated, deep and deliberate, his hips snapping against hers.
Ann pushed back hard against him. Esan leaned forward and slid one hand up her belly and cupped her left breast, fondling it as he pounded her pussy. The loud sloshing sound of dick in wet pussy filled the room.
Since it had been a long time Esan last had sex, he knew he wasn’t going to cum any soon.
His free hand gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, his movements rough and urgent, his breathe coming in sharp gasps. Ann moaned as she braced herself against the onslaught of pleasure, her ass grinding against his cock.
The doggy style position left her exposed, vulnerable, and yet, she felt empowered, her body responding eagerly to his dominance. She didn’t care about the weight of his hand on her back pressing her against the bed.
Their voices harmonized in a symphony of pleasure. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a heady aroma that only fueled their desire further. Esan on the other hand, held Ann’s butt cheeks firm, he was moving, slamming into her with a rhythm that was all instinct, and all need.
The bed rattled with every thrust, the bed frame shook but no one cared. Esan moved, his thrusts growing deeper and more frantic.
His focus was on the way her ass jiggled with each snap of his hips. The way her pussy squeezed him, the wet sounds of her taking every inch of his cock, her breasts swaying from one side to another, as her head moved back and forth.
After a while of pumping into her wide wet vagina with long fast strokes, Ann began to tremble and scream at the top of her voice, begging him to go harder on her.
And he did, Esan continued to drive his tool ferociously into her. He continued to plow her wet tunnel, hitting her hard with steady strokes as he slapped and squeezed her large soft butt at intervals. He went harder and faster moving his hips back and forth.
Esan could sense his end approaching, as a whole sharp sensation took over him, he didn’t stop, instead he continued faster, until he shot his hot lava into the condom. His cum was full and thick and it came with intense pleasure, he felt his body quake and shiver.
Even after his release he was still thrusting into her, although his dick was semi-erect, but he was still fucking her good. Until she couldn’t take him anymore of him, she pulled herself away from him and collapsed on the bed.
Ann begged him that she was tired and that he should allow her rest, she told him he had gone too hard on her and that her pussy was on fire. Well, Esan took that as a compliment, after all that was a good sign that he was very much sexually active. Esan complied after she assured him that they would go one more round the next day.
Although he wasn’t happy, he wasn’t satisfied. He didn’t know how much Joe had paid her but he wanted a whole night of action. He hadn’t stayed celibate for over four months only to break it with a fifteen minutes sex session.
As he had decided to cheat on Mercy, he wanted it to worth it. He wanted to do it completely to his satisfaction. He didn’t like lazy ladies and he saw Ann as one. But he didn’t want to force her for more rounds, he decided to let her be, settling within himself that he would continue from where they stopped the next day.
Very early the following morning, Esan woke up to the sound of the shower running, was she trying to run away without fulfilling her promise?
The thought of her naked body under the shower made his dick hard instantly, he wanted to join her but then he thought of the implications, would he be able to use a condom,? He was dealing with a whore and he had to be very careful, Esan was still scolding himself when his legs left his brain and marched into the bathroom.
As soon as he squeezed himself into the tiny bathroom, he grabbed Ann’s waist and lifted her so she balanced herself on the edge of the sink.
Once she realized what he was doing, she welcomed him with open legs. she wrapped her thick legs around his back.
Esan quickly moved his hands down to her ass and held her ass tight, cupping her soft ass cheeks and raising her high untill his cock was positioned at the entrance to her hot pussy hole, Ann wrapped her hands around his neck as she eased herself, allowing his rigid member entrance into her slippery pussy.
Esan let out a groan as she forced her pussy down his cock. Immediately Esan started moving his hips back and forth. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist lightly at first as if the effort were almost too much for them, then more and more tightly as if trying to stop him from escaping her.
She moaned loudly as their bodies collided, Ann clawed his back and held on to him with a firm grip. His thrusts were faster, deeper and harder.
Moments later Esan pulled his dick out of her and sat down on the toilet seat. Ann quickly straddled his hips, her hair falling around her face. She looked down at him, her eyes dark and unreadable, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
Esan’s hands moved to her hips, his fingers splaying across her skin as he gazed up at her, his expression a mix of desire and something deeper, something unspoken.
Without a word, she lowered herself on his erect cock, taking every inch of him into her warm wet pussy, and then she began to move, her hips grinding down onto him with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her lips hovering just above his as she whispered something that sounded like babe, the sound thick with need. Her pussy gratifying itself by sliding back and forth upon his warm, hard cock.
Esan’s hands tightened on her hips, guiding her, urging her on, but she set the pace, her body dictating the tempo of their dance. Her hair fell forward, brushing against his chest, and he reached up to push it aside, his fingers tangling in the strands as he pulled her down for a kiss. Their lips met fiercely, their tongues tangling in a desperate embrace.
Ann’s movements became more urgent, her hips rocking faster, her body seeking release with a ferocity that matched the desperation in her heart. Esan’s hands moved lower, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as he urged her on, his voice a low growl of encouragement.
She threw her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath as she moved herself, grinding his cock in a way he had never imagined.
Esan whispered to her to go faster; and she picked pace immediately, she put her hands on his shoulders and began to bounce on his cock, she intensified her humping, jerking her hips, grinding herself on his cock, then she wrapped her arms around him and he quickly grabbed her sides and tried to control her movement.
The loud sound her body made as it slammed against his filled the room as she rode him. He had judged her wrongly that night, and had concluded that she was lazy, maybe she was just tired.
Because with the energy at which she fucked him, he was now scared for the safety of not just his dick but also the toilet seat, he would have to pay for damages if anything happened to the toilet seat. The bathroom grew warmer, their bodies glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, as she filled the whole room with her cry.
Esan fondled Ann’s tits, playing with her incredible nipples with his other hand. Her head thrown back, he studied the swell and dangling of her voluptuous breasts. Her breath was heavy and ragged. Suddenly she lifted up on her toes and then slammed back hard against him, almost knocking him off balance. Then she collapsed on him breathing hard like she had just wrestled 20 demons.
They made it back into the room, first he made her lay on the bed with her back, her legs were in the air and he had them hooked in his arm, pushing them back toward her head allowing him plenty of penetration. That way he fucked and fucked her soaking cunt until she came hard, shaking and trembling beneath him.
Then he hung her ass again and fucked her from behind, like he had done the previous night. This time she didn’t stop him. Ann wasn’t quite either, she yelled and screamed, ordering him to go harder and faster begging him to fuck the living hell out of her.
She was wild that morning and as he drove his dick into her swollen pussy, he wondered if she was the same person he had banged the previous night that had begged him to stop just after one short round.
In the end, they collapsed on the bed together panting like forest animals that had just escaped a hunter’s wild chase.
The morning had gone way better than Esan expected. Ann was wild in bed, her cries so loud he half-feared the guesthouse roof might cave in from the noise. He was still catching his breath when she rose from the mattress, tying her wrapper loosely around her waist, her face glowing with sweat and satisfaction.
Everything seemed fine—until she spoke.
“You will give me extra ten thousand,” Ann said casually, adjusting her gown and reaching for her bag.
Esan frowned. “Ten thousand? For what?”
She looked at him like it was the most natural request in the world. “My transport.”
He blinked at her. “Transport? How?” He asked her, his voice rose, laced with disbelief. Was she going to Mozambique? “How am I supposed to give you ten thousand? Abeg, stop that thing.”
Ann’s eyes hardened. “That is exactly what I said, don’t start story with me.”
His mind raced. He thought Joe had arranged everything. The only money Esan himself had carried was a meager one thousand five hundred naira. Joe had settled Ann’s fee in full.
The little cash left from the seventeen thousand Joe handed him had already melted away—fourteen gone to tips, taxi fare, and the guesthouse room itself. The remaining four thousand was waiting to clear the bills of the beer and grilled meat they had devoured earlier.
By his calculation, once he cleared that, he’d be left with just five hundred naira which was barely enough to get him back home. Ann’s demand was madness.
“See,” Esan said carefully, sitting up on the bed, sweat cooling on his chest. “I do not owe you anything. Joe settled your money.”
She glared at him. “You think I am joking? You didn’t tell me the plan was another hotel, different from the initial hotel so you have to settle my t-fare If not—” Before he could stop her, her voice shot through the room like a siren. “You want to cheat me? Pay me my money!”
Esan’s stomach sank. “Shhhh! Ann wait please!” He jumped off the bed, hands out in surrender. “You will disgrace us? Calm down! Let’s talk it out.”
But the more he pleaded, the louder she got. She screamed, banged the door with her palm, cursed in a mixture of English and Pidgin. Within minutes there was a knock—hard and insistent.
The supervisor and a receptionist stood at the door, irritation etched on their faces.
“Sir,” the supervisor said firmly, “please, settle your woman. She is disturbing the peace of the hotel.”
Esan wiped sweat from his brow. Never in his life had he felt such shame. His heart pounded like a drum. He had absolutely nothing. No spare cash, no hidden card balance and this lady didn’t look like she was ever going to take no for an answer.
As the voices argued around him, an idea sparked. The receptionist, just the previous night, had told another customer their POS machine wasn’t working. Maybe he could use that.
Esan pulled off his wristwatch, a cheap knockoff he had gotten from a Mallam few weeks ago, barely worth a thousand naira, and placed it in Ann’s palm with dramatic flourish. “Take, this watch, it’s worth over thirty thousand, it’s original, hold it, let me go downstairs, use POS and bring your money.”
Ann narrowed her eyes. “What will I do with this” Tossing the watch on the bed. “Oga leave your phone too.”
He shook his head quickly. “No, no. I need it to run the transfer, besides I can’t leave that watch because of your token change….. just calm down. See this headset?” He dangled his headset before her eyes. “Original brand, it belongs to my colleague, I can’t forfeit this too. If I don’t come back, you take it all.”
She hesitated, suspicion warring with greed. Finally, she snatched the headset from his hands. “Better don’t try me.”
His pulse thundered as he stepped into the corridor, every nerve screaming at him to run. He forced himself to walk steady until he reached the lobby, that headset wasn’t worth anything, he had picked it from his neighbor’s waste bin and only one ear was still functioning. The moment the guesthouse gates swung open, he bolted into the street.
“Bike!” he shouted, waving frantically at an okada rider parked nearby.
The rider revved the engine just as a piercing scream rang out from the guesthouse window. “Thief! Thief!” Ann’s voice cut through echoing from the window as she saw Esan about to climb the bike.
Esan didn’t look back. He swung onto the bike seat, legs trembling, his heart banging like it would rip through his ribs. The rider didn’t hear her cries—he only caught Esan’s desperation. Without a word, the bike sped into the shadows, swallowing the chaos behind them.
And just like that, Esan escaped.
What hurt Esan most was that, just few weeks after that first night with Ann, his Karma arrived too quickly. His girlfriend, Mercy, called to tell him she no longer wanted to be with him. She ended their relationship, saying she had bigger plans for herself and she didn’t see him in the picture.
He blamed himself, convinced it was karma for his one night affair with Ann, as if she knew he had cheated on her.
Precisely at 2 p.m, Ann sent for him. The summons felt less like an invitation and more like being called to judgment. Before entering her office, Esan paused at the corridor, anxiety clawing at his chest.
He quickly made the sign of the cross multiple times and whispered a hurried prayer, hoping for divine intervention in what felt like a trial of survival. With trembling fingers, he tapped gently on the door.
Almost immediately, Ann’s voice cut through the air, calling his name and instructing him to come in, as though she had anticipated his presence.
Written by Tito
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