TALES FROM CREEKTOWN EPISODE 5 : WETIN CONCERN ME.

 WETIN CONCERN ME.

“My dear, if you don’t have anything positive to say, please don’t post. This #EndSARS might not affect us directly but we should support it…”

The message read.

Emily began typing a long message in response to her younger sisters Facebook DM and she was going to post it in public, a public response to a private DM sent by her younger sister.

The woman was furiously typing when she noticed that the car was coming to a slow halt.

Emily saved the lengthy epistle, for later, instead sending “wetin concern me” as a response to the private DM.

For now she wanted to know why the Taxify driver had slowed down.

‘Checkpoint ma.’ The driver said, getting down from the vehicle to answer questions from the Junior Officer.

A man in mufti knocked on the back window of the car.

Emily took her eyes off of her long epistle justifying her indifference to the protests. ‘Madam, please come down and open the boot of the car.’ The tall bulky man in mufti said, his voice deep and cracked.

Emily mentioned that the driver was in front of the car, only to be met with the cocking of the pistol in the man’s hands.

She quickly unlocked the door and got down, and proceeded to the back of the car.

‘Oluwa O. See wetin you dey carry!’ the man in mufti said, Emily could see the insignia “SRAS” as she tried to open the boot, before being assisted by the officer in mufti.

The man looked at the woman’s big buttocks, even as she looked at the contents of the boot, assuming that he was also looking at the same thing.

‘Sir, there’s nothing there.’ Emily said, her voice shaking.

The woman began to regret having decided to take the Taxify, instead of waiting for her friend’s driver to come pick her up from the airport, all because she didn’t want to wait for two hours in the airport, after arriving.

‘Madam remove your pant, I want to see your pussy.’ The senior officer said derogatorily.

‘Sir.’ Emily replied.

‘Ma.’ The senior officer said placing the cold metal on the woman exposed arms.

The officer whistled a tune, which seemed to be a signal known both to the Junior police officer and the Taxify driver, as they both uniformly left where the vehicle was and walked towards the make-shift post.

Not long after removing her underwear, the officers’ hands were all over her big bare butt as he licked his lips.

‘Wetin you dey chop.’ The man asked rhetorically as he undid his zip, liberating his hard cock, placing his gun beside the car, he held the woman’s big butt as he used his thumb to stimulate her clitoris.

Tapping the clitoris with his hard cock, as the woman’s’ body began to give a biological reaction to the stimulation even against her wishes.

Emily was now dripping wet. She was confused.

Then came the thrust.

She moaned as she held the metal frame of the car boot, firmly.

Her pussy parted as it began to accommodate the cock pushing its way inside it.

Her big butt soon began to bounce off of her penetrator.

Emily found herself parting her legs and even sometimes lifting one of her thighs, as she was fucked by the SRAS Senior officer.

She was not a whore, Emily kept on reminding herself, it was the man fucking her and not her fucking the man.

‘Oga abeg no cum inside me.’ The woman pleaded even as she felt the cock hit all the right spots of her slippery pussy.

‘Shut-up! You dey chop Jollof rice without eating meat?!’ the Senior Officer asked.

Emily knew the implication of that question but still held out hope that the man would pull out before flooding her pussy with his cum.

Not long after the senior officer stopped his thrusts, Emily wondered what was now happening, when suddenly he pulled out.

She felt relieve, he wasn’t going to cum in her.

“Slut.”

Was the word ringing in her head, she was not meant to derive any pleasure from the act, but she moaned, she spread her legs, and even lifted her thighs, resting her feet on the metal frame of the boot of the car.

‘You dun finish?’ she asked her penetrator.

‘Yes, quick dress up.’ The man said, as the woman reached for her pant.

She felt something warm, sliding out of her pussy, and onto its outer folds.

‘But I beg you not to cum in me.’ Emily said walking to the back of the car to get a tissue, to clean up.

The Senior Officer coldly told her there was a pharmacy that the Taxify driver would take her to, she could buy Postinor from there, alternatively, she could sleep with her husband or boyfriend just in case, if she was not going to take the Postinor.

The man whistled again, the driver and the junior officer returned.

‘Abdul you have good taste, here manage this one, I hope I won’t miss my flight to Dubai – well nothing spoil, at least I enjoyed sweet pussy.’ Emily heard the men saying at the front of the car.

The junior officer motioned for someone in the distance and a car drove to where the Camry was parked, the Junior officer saluted the senior officer as the latter entered his car and was driven off, before the road-block was dismantled.

Emily couldn’t believe her eyes.

The pair soon arrived at the pharmacy.

“Did I marry a man ?!.”

Her husband’s words rang in her head, and that of some of his family members as the vehicle slowly reached the pharmacy…

‘Don’t worry, take me straight to…’ Emily instructed the Uber driver.

The doorbell rang, a teenage girl rushed to check who it was.

‘Auntie Emily!’ the teenager screamed.

Her mother came out of the kitchen to welcome her friend.

As the woman came close, she could smell something peculiar.

‘I know, I need to have a bath. I have been so stressed.’ Emily said, accurately reading the look on her friends face.

A chorus of voices filled the woman’s head as she was underneath the shower…

Her penetrator fucked her good.

But why was she keeping his sperm alive in her. Was she hoping for something?

“If I get pregnant…It would mean I am not the one to blame…Okay but then what...Would I abort it, don’t even think of carrying it to term…Emily are you really considering having another man’s child, in your marital home!”

Two weeks later.

Mrs. Ambrose thanked her friend for coming to be with her, in the absence of her husband, who was returning from Dubai, the following day.

The married woman had a policy never to allow her husband meet any of her well-endowed friends, a balancing act she managed to maintain whilst still being friends with such women, from University days.

When Emily returned, her husband welcomed her albeit coldly, Emily was used to this – they had sex and the man came in her, fulfilling his matrimonial duties; Emily could only think of the Senior Police Officer that had emptied his semen in her, and how his sperm was still alive because she had not killed it with Postinor – no signs of pregnancy yet, Emily resigned herself to being the infertile one in the marriage.

Two months later.

Emily and her husband were invited for the promotion ceremony of DIG Ambrose, by Mrs. Ambrose. They flew in for the Friday event and were to return on Sunday.

Mrs. Ambrose realized she would not be able to control who her husband met from her cadre of friends, and thus decided that Emily was the most trustworthy of her friends and to ensure that her Policeman husband wouldn’t suddenly be called to “the station”, the station being the hotel-room Emily was staying – she asked Emily to come with her husband, who was also eager to show whoever cared, that his marriage was still intact, absent of children.

‘Come let me introduce you to a good friend of mine.’ Mrs. Ambrose whispered to her husband.

“Finally!” the man thought to himself. “Oh my goodness look at this woman’s big buttocks, if I handle her from behind like that woman I handle at that SARS check…”

Mrs. Ambrose introduced her friend and her husband to her own husband, DIG Ambrose.

“This is the bitch I fucked that night!” the Senior Police Officer said to himself.

As the couple met up later for dinner, the following day, at the hotel where Emily and her husband stayed, the randy officer decided to remind Emily of their prior encounter…

‘The food here is delicious,’ Inspector Ambrose said as he escorted the women around the buffet, ‘honey, please help me bring the spoon.’

Mrs. Ambrose dashed to bring the spoon but it was enough time.

‘Did you get the Postinor?’ the Senior Police Officer asked

‘No.’ Emily replied.

‘Woah. What if…’ the man said.

‘My dear, it was a one-off…’ Emily countered

‘It’s more than enough…’ the man said

‘Yeah so...’ Emily replied.

‘I remember you moaning, maybe if you let me, you could get…’ the man was talking when Emily excused herself and rushed to the hotels guest toilet, followed immediately by Mrs. Ambrose who wondered what happened.

Her friend was puking in the toilet and after washing up, Mrs. Ambrose smiled ‘let’s go to the clinic tomorrow, I have a great feeling about this.’

Emily was pregnant, two months pregnant.

“Congratulations, may the Good Lord keep and sustain you. This is Inspector Ambrose.”

The text message read.

“Thank you Sir.”

Emily typed.

“Hmm. 2 months pregnant.”

DIG Ambrose replied.

“Hmm what?”

Emily replied.

“I want to come and see you.”

DIG Ambrose replied.

“You might as well announce that you’re having a baby with your wife’s married friend. When I have the baby, you and your wife can come like everyone else and see the baby.”

Emily replied.

Emily would give birth to a mixed race baby girl.

To the utter shock and surprise of her husband and DIG Ambrose, who were both black as charcoal. 😏