I lied smoothly. “I stopped at a canteen to eat dinner and took a little walk around the community. I didn’t want to disturb the family so late.”
She scolded me lightly, but all I could think about while she spoke was the image of her bare, fat yellow ass and those thick, swollen pussy lips hanging between her thighs. My cock gave another hard throb.
I apologised politely, telling her I didn’t want to cause any trouble. She didn’t say much after that.
She simply turned to the security man and instructed, “Take him to the guesthouse.”
As we were about to leave, she added, “Make sure you come very early tomorrow morning.” I exhaled deeply. One night. Just one night and I’m gone. But deep down, I was wishing for a miracle that night, imagining what would happen if she came over later in the night to my room in the guest house.
As we crossed the street toward the guesthouse, I asked the security man quietly, “Who is she?”
He answered with pride, “She na the Baale’s fourth wife.”
My heart sank instantly. Fourth wife? All my lust for her vanished in a second. Another man’s wife and not just any man, but the traditional ruler of the community. Madness. I killed every filthy thought I had about her right there.
But why had she opened her body to me like that? Maybe I was the one who had thought too much. I was sure the Baale wasn’t a young man; most chiefs are always old and aged. How did she manage to give that hot body to an old man? I wondered if he satisfied her well and fucked her large ass like she wanted to be fucked.
We finally reached the guesthouse. The receptionist was a skinny young boy who looked like he had the bones of an old man. The security man introduced me, and the boy quickly led me to a small, dingy room.
It was basic, one old, rickety bed, a wooden table, a chair, and a wall hanger. No electricity, only a weak solar bulb struggling to stay alive, casting ugly shadows everywhere. The bed looked disgusting.
The mattress was thin and stained, and the pillows looked like they had never seen sunlight. I didn’t even want to imagine how many people had fucked, sweated, or bled on it.
So, she was Baale’s fourth wife; the information kept ringing in my head… A woman with that kind of beauty and body, sharing one man with three others. Crazy! But the way she had looked at me back there — completely blank, like nothing had happened between us on the bus, it told me she was dangerous.
She could act innocent when she wanted. I told myself firmly: I’m leaving before dawn. Nothing nasty tonight. Stay focused.
Then my mind drifted back to Aduke, the temptress, the way she had deliberately sat on my hard cock on the bike, grinding her massive soft ass on me with every bump. My dick started hardening again just thinking about that moment.
If only I hadn’t come as a fake government agent… I could have had enough time to fuck her senseless.
I was still lost in dirty thoughts about Aduke’s fat ass when I heard a soft knock on the door. My heart jumped. It was only the receptionist bringing the hot water I had requested. I collected the bucket, thanked him, and slammed the door shut. I had to bang it three times before the old, weak thing finally stayed closed. That door was definitely older than me.
The bathroom was a complete warzone — cockroaches scattering everywhere and two fat rats staring at me like I was the intruder.
I cursed and chased the rats out with my foot before quickly handling my business. While washing up, I kept running over the escape plan in my head: wake up before dawn, grab my bag, and disappear without seeing the Baale.
The last thing I needed was the chief realising I wasn’t the real government agent.
By the time I came out, the solar bulb had gone so dim it was almost useless. I didn’t bother changing clothes. I planned to sneak away early, so I just lay on the bed in my jeans and shirt, staring at the cracked ceiling.
I had barely settled when a loud, heavy knock rattled the weak door. My heart jumped. The Cutlass Thief flashed in my mind. I rushed to the door, then remembered how flimsy it was; one good kick and it would fly off.
“It’s me… Aduke,” the voice said from the other side. “The canteen woman.”
I stopped. What was she coming to do at this time of the night? How did she know I didn’t spend the night in the Baale’s house? The answers to the questions I was asking myself wouldn’t come until I asked her directly, so I opened the door slowly.
There she stood. Under the brighter passage light, Aduke looked different, calmer, softer, and dangerously sexier. She was wearing a thin, short, silk sleeveless nightgown that barely reached mid-thigh. No bra.
Her massive breasts hung heavy and full, sagging slightly with big, thick nipples poking hard against the delicate fabric like they were begging to be sucked.
She smelled freshly bathed, creamed, and lotioned. Her hair was still damp. The night glow made her bleached skin look smoother, her body thicker and more tempting.
“I saw you cross the road with the security man,” she said, stepping closer. “Why didn’t you stay at the Chief’s place?” I explained that the Baale had already gone to bed, and they told me to return in the morning.
As I spoke, my eyes kept betraying me, drifting to those heavy breasts and fat nipples. Then I remembered she had pointed out her house earlier; it was just a stone’s throw away.
She peeped into the dark room. “You dey with someone?” I opened the door wider so she could see it was empty. Instead of staying outside, she boldly stepped in. “Or you no want me to enter?” she asked with a teasing smile.
“No… no problem,” I stammered, moving aside. The moment I closed the door, the room became almost pitch black.
I offered to leave the door slightly open for the passage light to light up the room, but she refused.
“No worry… mosquitoes go enter. I’m fine like this.” She found her way and sat on the edge of the rickety bed while I sat on the plastic chair.
We started talking about the government project, but I knew deep down she hadn’t come here for that conversation. It was almost 11 PM, and a half-naked woman was sitting in my room discussing a community project.
As she spoke, I learned about the real tension in the town. Everyone was smiling on the surface, but underneath was pure war. Landowners were competing fiercely. People were ready to do anything, including bribing the “inspector” to make sure their land got selected for the huge compensation. Now I understood why those men at the canteen had treated me like their messiah.
When she mentioned that people would offer me money, my ears perked up. Money? How much money were they going to offer the inspector? Then a crazy thought flashed: if the bribes were sweet enough, maybe I could risk staying one extra day, collect what I could, and still vanish.
My mind began scheming fast: collect as many bribes as possible, then disappear before anyone realises I’m fake. But then, I had a bigger problem — a thick, willing woman was in my room waiting for me to devour her.
My cock was already iron-hard, throbbing painfully in my pants. I kept replaying how she had danced and shaken that gigantic ass at the canteen, and how she had deliberately ground it on my dick on the bike.
While she talked, all I could imagine was bending her over and splitting her fat pussy and ass wide open.
Aduke admitted she didn’t have land herself, but she wanted her regular customers to benefit so they would keep patronising her canteen. We both laughed at how obvious it was.
“Especially Lekan,” she whispered, her voice low and careful. “Please… I really need you to select one of his lands.” I smiled back, but the realisation hit me like cold water. So this was the game.
Probably this was what she had told Lekan back then at the canteen, which had made him quickly agree that I should spend the night at the guesthouse. She had promised to “talk to me.” She wasn’t here because she couldn’t resist me.
She had come to fuck me into submission — a bribe wrapped in fat ass and dripping pussy. My heart raced.
When she finished talking, she asked softly, “You want to sleep on that chair?”
I chuckled but didn’t answer; then she stood up. I thought she was leaving, so I stood and walked behind her toward the door.
A part of me thought of pulling her back or begging her to stay, but when I remembered I had to disappear before dawn, I decided to let her go. But instead of opening the door, I heard the metallic sound of the bolt sliding shut. She just locked us in.
Before I could react, Aduke turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me close. She was shorter than me, so she had to tiptoe. My heart raced. My cock throbbed violently between us.
My hands instinctively found her waist, then slid down to grab her bare ass. Mogbe! She wasn’t wearing panties. Her buttocks were incredibly soft, heavy, and warm, pure flesh overflowing in my palms.
In one swift move, I lifted her and dropped her onto the bed. She giggled as her legs instantly wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me down on top of her.
Aduke yanked the thin straps of her nightgown off her shoulders. I grabbed the fabric and dragged it down roughly, freeing her two gigantic breasts. They spilled out heavily, full and soft with big, dark, erect nipples.
I dove straight in, sucking hard on one thick nipple while my hand groped and squeezed the other breast. Aduke moaned softly, her hands gripping the back of my head, pressing me harder into her chest.
I sucked hungrily on her thick nipple, pulling it deep into my mouth, biting and flicking it with my tongue while my hand mauled her other massive breast. Aduke moaned loudly, her back arching, pushing more of her soft, heavy tit into my mouth.
“Suck am well… yes, like that,” she whispered breathlessly, her fingers digging into my scalp.
I didn’t need encouragement. I devoured her breasts like a starved man, sucking, licking, and slapping the heavy flesh together before burying my face between them. Her nipples were rock hard and swollen in my mouth.
My hands moved lower, shoving her nightgown up to her waist. I grabbed two handfuls of her enormous bare ass and squeezed hard, my fingers sinking deep into the soft, warm flesh. It was even fatter and softer than I imagined.
“Fuck… this your yansh is massive,” I growled.
Aduke responded by grinding her naked pussy against the bulge in my jeans, leaving a wet trail on the fabric. “Pull your trousers,” she demanded, voice thick with lust. “I want that thing wey I feel for bike.”
I quickly unbuckled and yanked my jeans and boxers down in one move.
My thick, hard cock sprang out, heavy and veined. Aduke trailed her hand down and held my dick with one hand first, later the second hand joined, I noticed how she measured my length as she stroked me, like a visually impaired person reading braille.
“Omo, you carry machine o,” she moaned, squeezing the shaft as she pulled me closer.
I pushed her legs wide open and positioned my cock at her entrance. Her pussy was dripping wet, swollen, and hot. Without wasting another second, I slammed into her with one brutal thrust.
“Aaaahhh!” Aduke cried out as my thick dick tore through her tight, soaked pussy, stretching her walls apart.
“Fuck! You’re so tight,” I groaned, feeling her pussy grip me like a vice. I didn’t start slow. I started pounding her immediately, hard, deep, savage strokes. The old bed creaked violently under us as I fucked her like I wanted to break it.
Each thrust made her massive breasts bounce wildly.
“Harder!” she begged, her nails raking down my back. “Do mi pa (fuck me die)!” I hooked her thick thighs over my shoulders, folding her body in half, and drove even deeper. The sound of my balls slapping loudly against her ass filled the dark room — pa! pa! pa! pa!
Her pussy was creaming heavily, white froth coating my cock with every brutal thrust.
I looked down and watched my dick disappear completely into her fat, greedy cunt. “You like that?” I growled, slamming into her mercilessly.
“This was why you came, abi?”
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