Gosh, I thought with a mix of shock and surprise. Someone's hand was erotically groping my booty, dipping into my g-string and almost poking my pussy. His hands were squeezing and lifting my gigantic ass, shaking and jiggling it, trying hard to reach my clits. I stylishly hit his hand off, so at least he knows I know what's happening, but in response, he even more violently hit my hands off and continued the harassment. I shook, unsure of what else to do as I stood in this BRT bus from TBS to Maryland, I could only clinch hard against the stiff railings as I thought hard of what my next line of action should be.
My name is Angela Omojuwa, a trained physician and party freak. I live very comfortably and can proudly say I've been blessed by God and his home boys, especially those in the oil and gas sector, else how would I have been able to afford the Autobiography, the 2016 Range Rover?
It was already past nine at night and my driver wasn't available, my boyfriend was at the party and my Uber wouldn't pick my calls. My next option was supposed to be ride the BRT, alight at Maryland and use a bike, an okada to the club. I just didn't want a situation where I'd be too high and unable to drive back home.
"Madam go to the back, you can't just jump the queue," an elderly woman started shouting from behind as I raced to the front of the queue. There was well over two hundred people at the terminal and just under five busses on ground. I couldn't stand the stress of waiting for eternity, and those body odour! I thought, it stanched.
"Excuse me," a younger man on the queue started at me. I ignored him, instead squeezing myself into his front, trying to fit my monster booty into whatever space his cock occupied on the queue.
There were two queues at the terminal, the main queue for people who will sit in the bus, and another for those who will stand on the isle of the bus. I hurriedly joined the queue for those who'll stand, positioning myself as third in line.
"Excuse me," the younger man behind me continued, "you can't just," his voice froze, looking me in the face rather erotically. While he spoke, charging earlier, I stylishly stuffed my ass into him, grinding on his booty so hard it sent an erection through his cock.
"Answer him young lady," the security man at the terminal soon started, approaching me. The lights at this time were unusually dim, thus no one saw the oral sex unfolding between me and prince horny. As I squeezed on his cock, it felt like he wasn't wearing any boxers. His dick was smooth and long, slim but curved at the tip. I felt his wetness.
He silently moaned.
"What did you say?" The security man asked, as though he heard words from the erotic moan of this gentleman.
"She was here. We came in together, but she had to go buy airtime for her phone," he said, squeezing my hands as they groped on his cock.
Sleek, I thought. The security man retreated. The bus-man signalled and it was our turn to go in. What happened afterwards was the toast of the evening.
"Ladies first," the man just before me said as he made way for me to enter the bus. Suddenly, another man from the rear ran to the front, sneaked past the man that was behind me and busted into the bus, just after I had entered, squeezing my ass, slamming his waist against my booty, so hard I felt his erect cock smack against my ass, making a direct poke at my ass hole. I screamed from the pain, but as I turned to check who that was I saw nobody. It was as though he had disappeared into the crowd after this very well calculated coordinated strike. The man who had made space for me smiled, entering behind me.
Had he been company to this, just so this friend could get some juice off me? I thought.
"Hey," I slapped his hand off my booty. He had held it as though trying to balance himself from a slip as he climbed the stairs into the bus. He didn't fall. That was coordinated on purpose. He smiled again.
"Madam, for your convenience you should stay close to the door," the security man said after I had found some standing position at the rear of the bus.
Thank goodness, I thought. That was a relief to me, since two men standing behind me had been groping severely, one even masturbating on my thick ass, with his sperm dripping somewhat close to my clits. I could feel his cum. The other just wanted to fuck. I couldn't shout or alert the bus.
Walking to the front wasn't any different as the groping continued; even elderly men groped me, shaking my booty, squeezing and slapping the cheeks of my monster ass. I tried slapping off as many hands as possible, but how many hands could I ward off?
The security man had closed for the evening and was following this bus to Ikrorodu. The new position in front would have been better, except that I had to stand in front of the security man. He removed his cock, lifted my transparent skirt, opened the two cheeks of my huge booty and placed his already erect cock between my ass, vertically upwards, letting my huge booty close on it afterwards, holding the cock in place. It was warm, slender, erect and slippery. He moaned.
He started masturbating, rhythmically thrusting in an upwards movement, sliding his cock through my booty. Nothing I did stopped this. I looked around but everyone was sleeping; tired and snoring in the AC bus.
My skirt was up, he slid the thread of my g-string and attempted to slit his cock into my cunt, wanting the candle style. I resisted, slapping his cock off my pussy. He stuck it back again, this time around holding both my hands with his left hand, using his right to aim my my pussy. I gave a silent moan upon impact, but still didn't want this to continue. He stroked and penetrated with precision so stern that when the bus jumped through a bump I felt his cock forcefully slam my pussy. I groaned.
I felt weak and helpless. His cock throbbing caused a painful sensation in my pussy. I could only stand, helplessly waiting for this to be over. Don't get me wrong, this cock was nothing compared to what I can handle as a diva; except that I wasn't wet enough and he wasn't taking it any easy, fucking sorely hard from behind in the candle style.
"Stop," that was the order from some officers as the bus climbed the third mainland bridge in a slowly moving traffic.
"Everybody take out your phone, open your twitter profile page on your application," a bald voice ordered. He was the commander of this unit, assigned to look through phones of people who are involved with the online protest against the Special Anti Robbery Squad, #EndSars.
His eyes met mine.
The security man had abruptly ended the fucking, now standing at the door, leaving me shivering. My legs shaking and my face sweaty.
"Madam come down," the commander ordered, taking an erotic glace at my booty.
"Driver you can go," he ordered the bus driver to go, leaving me behind.
An officer came to take a closer peep over my chest, took his hands over my shoulder, adjusting my skirt that was hooked in my g-string.
Did he just shake my ass? I thought. It jiggled again.
"Madam, na wa ooo," he said, stylishly slapping my ass.
"From the way you are dressed, you are an ashawo," the commander started, calling me a prostitute, handing his rifle to his ADC as he came towards me, pulling the tiny rope that held my top. It loosed and my boobs revealed in the rope flow extensions of my bikini.
He cut it open, squeezed my nipples and laughed, slapping my boobs repeatedly, squeezing it afterwards and pulling the tiny piece that covered my belly. I tried to protest, but before I said anything he was behind me, lifting the strap of the g-string attached to the bikini and squeezing my ass.
"Warm pussy," he said as he fingered my clits.
His eyes met mine, but nothing I did stopped his advances, till I slapped his hands off my cunt. He looked back at me and roared, angrily, "do you know I can kill you right here and throw your body into that ocean?" He pointed to the Atlantic as he spoke.
He put his hands into his pocket and brought out a tiny nylon, it had white substance in it and was tied at the top. He pulled my bag, opened the bag and poured it on the floor. He opened the nylon, poured its content all over my bag and littered on the scattered items of my bags two other tied nylons.
"Sergeant," he called another officer.
"This woman is in possession of cocaine, please prepare a report and have her arrested." At this he left and went to the back of a sienna car, sitting on the side that faced the ocean.
The officer started towards me, putting his right hand on my shoulder, "my sister, don't make things hard for yourself. If anything whatsoever takes you to the station, it will be till Monday before you see the light of day, your phone will be switched off and all my bosses at the station will bust this your big yansh." As he said the last sentence, he slapped my ass, lifting it and jiggling it as he sucked my right breast, grinning.
"If you are wise, you can end this and forget it ever happened."
I thought deeply. So for me to be released I have to fuck this officer? I thought, chai. I exclaimed with a deep sigh.
"Where is oga?" I asked for the commander. The officer pointed with oozing confidence. I started towards him.
"Officer are you angry?" I started with an erotic smile.
"Madam don't come close to me. You will be prepared for the police station shortly," he said, looking away from me. Ignoring his shouts, I knelt and grabbed his cock. He said nothing. I squeezed and slowly pulled it out of his dark blue boxers. The cock was raging long, a medium sized something.
I licked the head of his cock and he moaned. I swallowed his cock till the head of his dick rocked the roof of my throat.
"Chai, take it easy ooo," he said, releasing some light wetness into my mouth.
"Sergeant," he ordered, beckoning on me to enter the car. I did. The sergeant started the Sienna Toyota Space bus and started with a police truck out of the third mainland bridge.
After a short while of driving with sirens blasting, we arrived at a beach.
The trucks stopped a distance afar off and left the sienna to travel some distance to a portion of the beach not occupied by anyone. The sergeant that drove the car alighted and left. I saw the signal the commander gave, and not wanting to waste anytime I pulled out his cock and started sucking, spitting my saliva on his cock to create the slippery effect. He just kept moaning.
I reached for a Durex condom, wore it on him, slipped my panties and sat over his cock till his was now deep into me. I slammed slowly, trying to pick the pace gently, but before I could fuck for more than two minutes I felt him release a massive bust of cum.
"ehn?? Oga, you don come?" I said with surprise, still sitting over his now frizzling dick, to be very sure this officer had released just under two minutes of fucking.
"My sister it's not my fault ooo, sorry," he said, panting as his breath banged heavily.
"You no even strong sef," I said as I stood off him, cleaned my pussy with baby wipes, packed my bags and left, trekking the long distance out of the beach.
"Madam you don finish now now?" The Sergeant asked if we were done fucking.
"Your boss couldn't event last more than thirty seconds," I said, snubbing him afterwards. I could tell the disappointment in his face. His boss had disappointed him.
My phone rang. It was the Uber driver. He was just some streets from the beach. I waited for his arrival, letting him drive me to my Autobiography. Sitting in the drivers seat, I took some pills, turned on the AC and let it damp my pussy.
Another call came through, "babe can you still make it down to the party?" My boyfriend started on the phone, screaming at the top of his voice under the blast of music.
"No," I returned, "I've had a long and stressful day."
I turned on the engine and started towards Lekki. At least I have twenty four hours electricity in my terrace. I can turn on the groove in my house with whatever music and treat myself to an awesome night.
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