There was no slow build-up. No teasing. Banke laughed, a soft, breathless sound. My heart skipped a beat as an image of Aduke flashed in my head, I shoved it off immediately, there was no space for Aduke in my head at that point.
Not when I had Banke’s hot body laid out before me like a feast. I positioned myself between her legs and moved on top of her positioning the tip of my rock-hard dick between the moist lips of her pussy and drove into her hot wet pussy in one hard, deep thrust.
The sudden stretch forced a sharp cry from her throat as my fat cock tore through her centre. My cock filled her pussy. She was tight, her walls clutching my cock like a glove. Banke was soaked, so wet and I liked as her pussy juice creamed my cock.
I gave her no time to adjust, held her waist down to the bed and began pounding her with wild, relentless, long, powerful strokes. I spread her thick thighs wide and fucked her deep and steady, increasing my movement with each stroke, my hip snapping back and forth as I pounded into her, until I was fucking her at top speed.
Banke’s screams filled the small room almost immediately. Loud, raw, unrestrained. She wrapped her legs around my waist and started thrusting her hips up to meet my pumps.
Every brutal thrust dragged another cry, another yell, another broken shout from her lips. “Right there, don’t stop,” she moaned loudly, pleading with me to fuck her harder.
Her thick thighs locked around my waist, then fell open again as I hooked my arms under her knees and folded her deeper, driving even harder into her.
“Ah! Ah! Fuck—yes—harder!” she cried, her voice cracking. Her entire body shook, she graced my ears with more moans of pleasure, as my thick cock continued to stretch her hairy cunt apart. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around me, growing wetter, louder, messier with every thrust.
I pumped faster with every existing emotion in me. My hips slammed against hers, making the old bed frame screech and bang against the wall.
The wet, filthy sound of my cock plunging in and out of her dripping pussy mixed with the slap of skin and the desperate creaking of the bed. I could tell she was enjoying every bit of what I was doing to her.
I was ramming her pussy hard like I was on a destructive mission. Her full breasts bounced violently. My hands palmed her breasts, squeezing her nipples hard.
I leaned down, my mouth enveloped her left breast, my hand ravaged her other breast. While I continued to hammer into her, never slowing.
She screamed at the top of her voice, encouraging me to go harder. “Oh my God…. Fuck me… fuck me….” I was worried she was making a lot of noise, but that didn’t stop me from pounding her pussy, in fact, I intensified harder, giving all my full weight with every thrust until she started crying out in a mixture of overwhelming pleasure and intensity.
Banke went overwrought, wailing and growling as my tool rammed her pussy. My strokes were merciless, the slapping sound of my skin as it met hers filled the room.
Real tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as I plunged my hard length into her until her legs were kicking in the air.
She didn’t look like she was going to get tired any soon. in fact, she begged me to go harder. “Just keep fucking me harder….” She squirmed beneath me. Her breath was heavy and ragged.
i kept lashing the full length of my throbbing cock into her wet pussy, until her orgasm came like a tsunami, she jerked and shook fiercely, the loud cry of pleasure she made was so loud that I had to cover her mouth with my hand.
Her cunt erupted like a volcano shooting hot fluid, she grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, her nails digging deep into my flesh.
She was squirting, thrashing beneath me, clear fluid sprayed around my cock each time I bottomed out inside her, her nails digging into my back and shoulders as she screamed my name and incoherent pleas.
I didn’t stop. I continued to push my hard cock into her, slamming her furiously. Pounding her through it, chasing my own release, using her still-clenching body until the pressure at the base of my spine exploded.
I buried myself to the hilt and came deep inside her with a guttural groan, flooding her with thick pulses while her pussy continued to twitch around me.
We collapsed together, completely spent. “Jesus! Corper na fire you be o” she said weakly then she pulled me closer to herself, both of us panting heavily, bodies slick with sweat, the ruined bed creaking softly beneath us.
The only sounds in the room were our ragged breathing and the distant noise of the town outside.
For a long moment, neither of us moved, then Banke rolled away from me, still panting heavily.
“I never believed you would take me seriously on the bus… that you would remember everything I told you before I got down.” Banke smiled, almost shy.
I smiled back. That thick ass pressing against me on the bus had left a memory I could not erase.
Her hand found my cock again, stroking me gently, coaxing me back to hardness. “Stay with me tonight,” She said, her voice soft but firm. “Pass the night here.”
I wanted to, God, I wanted to feast on her body again. But the risk was too high. Atele and Amili were neighbouring towns.
Someone from Amili could easily show up. One familiar face and my cover would shatter simply because I could not control my lust. Abeni’s face still lingered in my mind from the palm-wine joint.
The possibility of crossing paths with anyone who knew me was real.
Banke’s body was different. I had fucked several women, but something about her made me want more. Just one more time, I told myself. I accepted.
“Alright. I’ll stay the night. First thing tomorrow morning I will leave.”
She stirred; she made me lie on my back so she could get on top of me, straddling my hips; her hair fell in waves around her shoulders. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she leaned down, her lips trailing kisses along my chest.
My hands found her waist, gripping tight, steadying her as her hands held my thighs. She held my cock, guiding it to her entrance, and began to lower herself with agonising slowness.
Her breath came in short, rapid gasps. Her moan was low and guttural. Her wet vagina took me in inch by inch as she sank, her body opening to accommodate me until I was completely buried inside her warmth.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my hands grasped her hips tight. I still remember how warm her pussy felt as my cock slit her entrance.
“Oh yes… yes…” she breathed, her hair falling over her shoulders as she began to move, rolling her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, letting her clit rub on me. Her breasts were full, her nipples tight with arousal.
I reached out, cupping them in my hands, she arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. “I like this,” she whispered.
I watched, mesmerised. I grabbed her hips and helped her to ride me properly. My hands slid up her back, pulling her closer. She leaned down, her lips brushing mine as she quickened her pace.
She was humping on me, bouncing like she had springs under her fat ass that shot her up and down. Her body moved in perfect sync with mine, her walls clenching around me as she chased her own pleasure.
I grabbed her sides and began to thrust up to meet her fucking her from under, our bodies collided in a frenzy of passion.
“Wow,” I gasped, my voice tight with need.
Her moans filled the room as she rode me. She put her hands on my chest and increased her pace, bouncing happily; her huge breasts flew from left to right. Our sweaty bodies came together, the room smelling of intense sex.
I could feel excessive wetness leaking out of her pussy on my thighs. I reached for her breasts and palmed her ample tits, fondling them aggressively. I pushed my cock deeper, ensuring her pussy was busy with long fast strokes that made her fill the room with moans and yells.
Her walls expanded each time she fell into my rock-hard cock. I thrust up so deep that she gasped. Then she began to bounce, her tits bouncing with joy.
I held her waist tight and tried to control her pace, but I noticed she was off, I couldn’t control her, she was on free mode, mumbling something as she rode me recklessly.
The friction was mad and perfect, my shaft grinding relentlessly over her G-spot, the ridge of my cockhead catching and dragging on that swollen front wall until the pressure felt like a dam about to burst.
With a few more energetic thrusts, I came first, shuddering beneath her. I squeezed my eyes closed while spurting loads of hot cum into her pussy as I jerked.
Each spurt feeling like it was pulled from somewhere deep, leaving me trembling, oversensitive and blissed-out. Banke didn’t stop; she was still jerking her hips, grinding herself on my cock. I let go of her breasts and reached under her and started rubbing her clit.
“Fuck yeah,” she groaned. “That’s it, it’s here”! She yelled as she followed soon after, her peak slamming into her like a sea wave. She announced her orgasm with a loud moan; it was intense, and it shook the whole of her body.
When it was over, she collapsed onto my chest, her fingers playing idly with my chest hair. For a moment, there was only the sound of our breathing, gradually slowing.
We lay there, breathless and tangled, our hearts pounding in unison. Her forehead rested against mine, her lips curved in a soft, satisfied smile.
“Your penis sweet die,” she breathed against my neck, the pidgin English somehow intimate in its rawness.
I laughed, a shaky, disbelieving sound. Afterwards, Banke turned to face me. “I still need to go and take a customer’s measurements in the next community, then go to the market for materials and food items before it gets late. Come with me.”
I refused stylishly. Atele was only thirty minutes from Amili. I would not risk being seen. She accepted, but insisted I wait for her at the shop.
She could not leave a stranger alone in her family’s house. I understood. We dressed and returned to the shop together.
I carried my backpack even though she told me to leave it in her room. “There are some papers I need to look through while you’re away,” I lied smoothly.
She trusted me enough to leave me in the shop, perhaps because there was nothing valuable inside. Just two old sewing machines, a large cutting table, fabrics on a wooden shelf, and a heap of customers’ cheap materials in the corner.
The moment she left, I sat alone and let my mind race. By now, Amili must be in chaos. Lekan would have told them how i confidently declared that I would catch the thief.
The Baale would have sent for me. Crowds would have gathered to celebrate the hero inspector… only to discover I had vanished. I left the guesthouse room clean—no trace left behind.
Would they make excuses at first? That I had been called away on an urgent assignment? Or would they immediately label me a thief?
And when the real inspector finally arrived… the shock would be delicious. No one would take him seriously at first. Then the truth would sink in: they had been swindled of millions.
I imagined Aduke’s face, disappointed in me, and in herself for giving her body so freely. The Chief’s fourth wife, who thought she was fucking a government official. Every person who had pressed money into my hands. They would search.
They would report to the police. They might even invoke some local deity to hunt me down. I almost laughed out loud. Those things never worked on me.
One thought made me smile, the people of Amili would find it very difficult to report me properly. Almost everyone had paid me in secret. No one wanted the next person to know they had settled the “inspector.”
Those who gave cash had no real evidence. Their own greed and secrecy protected me better than any clever plan.
Just then, the loud, rattling sound of an old motorcycle cut through my thoughts. It stopped directly in front of the shop. I looked up.
Climbing down from the bike was Jumoke—Aduke’s sister!
At first, I thought my eyes were deceiving me. I stared harder, heart already slamming against my ribs. The figure climbing down from the old motorcycle was unmistakable. It was Jumoke. Fresh sweat broke out across my forehead.
My blood ran cold.
What on earth was Jumoke doing here?
Written by Tito
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