I leaned forward, folding Aduke even more, pounding her with every ounce of energy I had in me. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in silent screams as I rearranged her insides with my dick.
“Omo… you’re too sweet,” I groaned, feeling her walls flutter around me. I reached down and rubbed her swollen clit fast while still slamming into her.
Aduke’s body started shaking violently. “Gbemi debe! Gbemi debe!” She cried. Her pussy spasmed hard around my cock, squeezing and gushing as another powerful orgasm ripped through her.
I kept fucking her through it, using her pulsing cunt without mercy. Then I pulled out slowly, but I wasn’t done. I grabbed Aduke’s thick thighs and threw her legs high up on my shoulders, folding her body completely underneath me.
Her fat pussy was completely exposed, swollen and dripping. I lined up my rock-hard cock and drove into her, burying every inch deep inside her womb.
“Aaaahhhh! Oti wole tan” (You have entered finish)!!! Aduke screamed.
I immediately started pounding her like a madman. Deep. Brutal. Merciless. The sound of my hips smashing against her soaked pussy echoed through the room, loud and wet. Her massive breasts bounced violently in her face as I destroyed her cunt.
I was slamming into her so hard that the rickety bed banged against the wall like it was going to collapse.
“Talk na!” I growled, drilling her even deeper. I was intentional in spearing her with long deep thrusts as I leaned into her and grabbed her wildly bouncing breasts.
“Soro soke fun mi (Speak out for me)!” I yelled at her as I pounded harder.
Aduke lost control completely. Her eyes rolled back, and she started speaking pure nonsense, voice shaking and broken with every violent thrust:
“Ahh! Your dick is too sweet…! You’re killing me…! Oga inspector…! Eti do mi pa…! You don tear me! Eti pa mi ooo!! My pussy is your own…! Oya, enter harder! Kill me with it…! Jesu Christi… my womb…! Yes… Yes… You don dey touch my womb!!!”
I fucked her even more brutally, hips snapping like a piston, my heavy balls slapping hard against her ass. I was going so fast that her creamy pussy made wet farting sounds around my cock as I fucked her.
“Oya tell me more about how you feel!” I snarled, pounding her like I wanted to break her.
“I dey die…! Your dick sweet die…! I will die today o…! Fuck me till I scatter…! Nobody don ever fuck me like this…! Ahhh! I be your ashawo…! Use me…! Fuck me and scatter my belly!!!” Her body started convulsing.
Her pussy clamped down around my cock like a fist, and she exploded. “Moti de be! I don reach there oooo!!!” she wailed. Her thick thighs shook violently on my shoulders as she squirted hard, warm pussy juice spraying all over my stomach and the bed.
Her eyes rolled completely white, and her mouth hung open in a silent scream while her walls milked my cock desperately.
I didn’t stop. I kept hammering through her orgasm, fucking her straight into another climax, until she was a trembling, drooling mess. Only then did I pull out, flip her over onto her stomach, yank her hips up high, and slammed back into her from behind.
Her massive ass rippled like waves as I pumped her, spanking her heavy cheeks while pounding her mercilessly.
Aduke lowered her breasts and belly on the bed, her hips and buttocks raised, hanging in the air for deeper penetration.
She was mumbling something I couldn’t put together, and I didn’t care to know. Her mumbling turned into loud shouts and yells. “Yessss…. Yess…. harder…. harder” she shouted at the top of her voice. But I didn’t stop.
Instead, I changed pace and caught hold of her flying hair, wrapping it around my hand as I pulled her head back. “Give me your ass back!” I ordered invading her pussy relentlessly. Aduke obeyed.
She arched her back and was jamming her wide fat ass against my crotch with utmost eagerness and urgency meeting every thrust, her rump grinding back mercilessly.
The sound of her massive buttocks clapping loudly against my pelvis filled the room.
Then I pulled out suddenly. Before she could turn her head around to know why I’d pulled out in the middle of a heated action, I drove back into her with one massive thrust like I never left.
Aduke screamed; she never saw me coming that way. I grabbed her waist and started to fuck her like a madman, deep, violent, animalistic strokes. I kept pulling out and plunging into her again and again, stabbing her with my hardness.
She made funny sounds in her throat that sounded more like she was singing than she was moaning. Until her orgasm overtook her again, caught again in a third burst of joy that night.
Even as she was spending, I didn’t stop there; I was still plunging in a frenzied rhythm without remorse. Aduke too continued to buck as I plundered her with fierce abandon, driving my manhood ruthlessly inside her until my own climax hit like a truck.
“Fuck… It’s coming!” I growled.
“Pour it inside me!” she begged, pushing her ass back harder. With a deep groan, I buried myself to the balls and exploded, flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum.
I kept thrusting, pumping every drop deep inside her greedy pussy until I was completely drained. We collapsed, sweaty and breathing hard, both of us panting like animals. Aduke smiled in the darkness, her hand lazily stroking my wet cock.
Aduke checked the time on her phone. “4 AM,” she whispered, still breathing heavily. “I feel like not going back to my house again, make I just stay dey fuck you, but if I stay, I no go fit walk throughout today.”
We both laughed. “I have to go. I need to start cooking for the morning market. Don’t worry I’ll come again later today so that we can continue from where we stop” she said.
We dressed quickly in the dark. At the door, she turned to me with serious eyes. “Don’t forget Lekan’s land, please.”
I nodded, sounding every bit the professional government official. “Give me the exact location of his land. I will list it first thing when I start work this morning.”
She looked impressed by how assured I sounded. She quickly described the location, gave me a quick kiss, and slipped out. I followed her outside. The cold night breeze hit my skin as I stood and watched her walk down the road to her compound.
Even after the brutal fucking I just gave her, her massive ass was still wiggling beautifully with every step. Fat, heavy, and deliciously sore from my assault. I watched until she entered her house safely.
As I turned to go back inside the guesthouse, I froze. At the other end of the guesthouse, moving quickly through the back entrance, was the receptionist. The same skinny boy with old-man bones.
He was carrying a big sack bag over his shoulder and a long, sharp machete in his right hand. He moved with surprising speed, disappearing into the shadows.
At first, it didn’t register. But the moment I got to my room door, it hit me like lightning. That was the Cutlass Thief.
Morning broke with a deceptive calm. Day one. Every breath I took felt borrowed. I reminded myself that if I wanted to survive this con without a cutlass across my throat or my secrets spilt in the village square, I had to move like smoke, discreet and watchful.
I slipped out of the guesthouse before most souls had stirred, before the sun had fully claimed the sky, the cool dawn air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth. A small group of men and women huddled a short distance away, their faces tight masks of horror, voices low and urgent.
Eyes wide, hands gesturing sharply. Something tragic had happened. I didn’t linger I kept my head low. I offered quick neighbourly greetings as I passed.
“E kaaro,” I murmured.
Their replies were hollow, eyes distant, voices distant, their minds chained to whatever they were talking about. Perfect, let them stay distracted. Don’t look too closely.
Further ahead, the Baale’s security man stood with another cluster of grim-faced armed vigilantes. The same man who had received me the night before.
When he spotted me, recognition flashed. He detached from the group with hurried steps.
“Inspector,” he said, voice low. “You came early.”
“What happened?” I asked, matching his tone, though my stomach had already twisted into knots.
He glanced back at the others; his jaw tightened, then he leaned in. “The thief that has been terrorising us here in Amili struck again last night. Slashed one of our vigilantes with a cutlass. Deep wound. The boy is lucky to be alive.”
My blood turned to ice. In an instant, my mind flashed to the wiry receptionist from the guesthouse, his suspicious machete, the sack bag slung over his shoulder like a predator’s kit.
That little bastard was doing too much; the audacity for him to rob the town every night surprised me. I stood there in shock for a few seconds, then a wicked, dangerous smile slowly spread across my face. Perfect. Now I had a new plan for Amili.
Catch the thief that has been terrorising the entire community… and while doing so, rob the town too. Two birds. One stone.
The security man led me through the compound. In a shaded corner of the sprawling yard, the Baale sat like a living monument, late sixties or early seventies, back straight despite his years, eyes sharp as weathered flint.
Two elders flanked him, their faces etched with deep lines. A half-empty bottle of dry gin rested on a low stool, the sharp, herbal scent cutting through the morning air. The men clutched their glasses tightly like lifelines.
The security man cleared his throat and introduced me. The Baale’s face brightened with genuine warmth, “Ah! Inspector, we expected you yesterday. The night grew long, waiting until sleep claimed me.”
I bowed slightly, forcing an easy smile. “My apologies, Baale.” I said smoothly. “My boss sent me to survey the village square at short notice. The work took longer than expected.” Lie number two. Smooth as palm oil.
He nodded, he waved a hand, and a servant appeared instantly. “Bring food for our guest.”
“No, thank you, sir,” I said quickly, raising a palm. “I don’t eat breakfast until after ten- my personal eating habit.” I smiled. Another lie.
My nerves were too knotted for food. The only thing I craved was enough money to justify the noose I felt tightening around my neck.
We dove into business. I laid out my fabricated supposed criteria for land selection, my voice steady while my eyes scanned every movement in the compound.
The two elders leaned forward, and I watched the two of them subtly pitch their own plots with elegant, calculated descriptions. I nodded politely, but inside, a single thought burned. Collect the money and disappear.
When the meeting ended, the Baale clapped my shoulder. “Breakfast will be sent to the guesthouse and a token for your mobilisation. Safe journey in your work, Inspector.”
I thanked him and left swiftly, my gaze involuntarily darting toward the path leading to the main building, searching for the chief’s fourth wife. Her absence both relieved and disappointed me.
Dayo, focus! I snapped at myself. Get the money and vanish before these people smell the fraud.
Besides, a dangerous thought flickered: village women were sometimes bound by old juju, charms woven by jealous husbands to guard fidelity. One wrong move, and I could lose more than my cover.
I was nearly at the guesthouse when a figure waved frantically from a few blocks away. Aduke. My pulse spiked. She gestured urgently for me to come. Part of me wanted to wave her off, but curiosity and lust won. What if she has information?
As I drew closer, the sight of Aduke hit like a drug. She stood in a simple wrapper tied loosely over her heavy breasts, the fabric stopping just above her knees.
I couldn’t forget that thick, insatiable body I had devoured all night, the fullest and ripest I had ever claimed. The cloth clung to her curves, outlining the massive swell of her breasts, the deep dip of her waist, and that monumental, swaying backside.
Her skin glowed with the casual domesticity of morning—barefoot, fresh from the kitchen.
“You have seen the Baale?” she asked, voice soft but laced with something mischievous.
Written by Tito
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