LOVECRAFT EROTICA: SLEEPWALKER

Saturday.

Early Morning.

The jeep moved along the road as the driver looked around to see if any vehicle was coming his way from the bend, as he turned into the Estate. From his blind spot, a woman mindlessly cross the path of the vehicle ‘Ewo!’ Martins exclaimed as he pressed the brakes. The gate-man was shouting at the woman, even as the occupant of the car came down to chastise the woman who continued walking to her destination despite the near-miss she almost had. The man looked on in shock as the woman continued walking away but something else caught his eyes.

     He wondered if she was a mad woman or a ghost cursed to forever walk the roads at 5am in the Harmattan Morning. Wondering whether to send the gate-man after the woman, or to do the deed himself, the bulky man headed in the woman’s direction using his car whilst not diming his lights, what if she was a bait, the security situation in the country was bad and kidnappers were waiting for him to fall into their trap – he reasoned.

Catching up to the woman, he wound down the windows and looked around before quickly checking for something in the glove compartment for his personal revolver and his condom.

‘Are you okay, didn’t you see my car?’ Martins said to the woman, she finally stopped and looked eerily in the man’s direction, and yawned as one about to go to sleep.

‘Come into my car, it’s not safe for you to walk alone out here.’ The man said unlocking his glove compartment, in case she refused; but she entered the car and yawned again. Martins wondered if the woman had had enough sleep before having to wake up to begin the hustle of the day, unaware in the darkness, that her eyes were partially shut.

Then she began to go on an impromptu tirade.

‘You rich people and your big houses, we the poor will just be managing small houses…’ the woman said, each time yawning and stretching.

‘You like to live in a big house?’

‘Of course, but I am not a big man’s wife. My husband na vulcanizer. Yimu.’ The woman replied.

‘I can give you a big house.’ The man said

The woman replied cynically ‘Na so.’

‘Let me show a big house I am secretly building, I wanted to give it to my wife but I can give it to you.’ The man continued, lying, hoping to impress the petite but thick woman in his car.

‘Ah thank you! O!’ the woman said, again yawning ‘Oga why you dey rub my thighs?’ the woman protested pushing Martins wandering hands, away.

‘You sef you talk say na only big man wife, dey get big houses – I dun give you big house, that mean say you go be big man wife be that O.’ Martins said as he withdrew his hand.

‘I no want, make I leave my vulcanizer husband wey we dun suffer for many years, marry you because you go give me big house.’ The woman refused.

‘Well, you fit give me something else na. This your big ikebe dey shake when you dey walk, where you wan make I jam you with my car…this your vulcanizer husband dey pump am wella, your ass looks soft.’ Martins rambled on.

‘I go fit fuck for the house.’ The woman said willing to compromise.

‘Correct but I go like fuck you raw.’ The man said.

‘Ah no O. I fit get belle.’ The woman refused.

But Martins assured the woman ‘I will pull out before I cum, plus you will need some money for one or two things in your new house.’

‘Hmm na true. Remove your prick before you release. Na taboo for woman to carry another man pikin for her husband house...’

Martins wasn’t listening, instead he drove slowly as he entered the compound of the uncompleted building. The man parked the car and got down to the do the gentlemanly thing of opening the door of the car – only to meet a surprise.

The woman was naked from the waist down and fingering herself.

The man got hard at the sight of the woman’s self-service.

He helped her down as she then bent over on the passenger seat and parted her thick thighs, exposing her red pussy.

The man grabbed her two plump butt-cheeks and mistakenly rammed her an*s.

‘Oga I think say you wan fuck my pussy.’ The woman said feeling the hard thrust in-between her butt-cheeks.

The man corrected his aim.

She was wet, so it was redundant for him to stroke her clit with his hard cock head but he did it all the same, she moaned at the sweet sensation whilst fondling her own breasts – which the man took over, after he managed to fix his dick-head into her vaginal opening.

The woman yawned.

The man took this as a challenge, to go deeper and harder with his thrusts.

Each motion caused the woman slightly raise her legs that had been planted on the ground, her plump buttocks bounced off of her penetrator.

Bisi wondered why this dream felt so different.

The vagina is elastic and thus it can stretch, stretch to accommodate a new size.

Martins had as earlier planned, was fucking Bisi, skin-to-skin; but his better judgment took over and he reached for the car cabinet and brought out a pack of condoms. Tearing the contraceptive, he got ready to pull out but not before one last pump before rolling the rubber over his drenched cock.

“Fuck!” Martins exclaimed as the woman had an orgasm with his bare cock lodged in her, he ejaculated in her drenched pussy.

He fell on the woman’s sweat-soaked back, twisting her erect nipples and fondling her bare breasts.

Martins didn’t expect the woman to take his promise of a big house, seriously, he brought out a thick bundle of money and began to count as the woman climbed further into the back seat and laid down.

‘Sir, how did I get into your car?’ the woman asked from the back seat as Martins washed his cock with bottled water.

Martins looked surprised at Bisi ‘why are you asking this question, madam.’ The man replied, his lust for the woman he would not have given a second look on a normal day, having cleared.

Bisi began to scream for help.

Martins tried to calm her down and offered her cash ‘stop this, people will come here.’ But it was too late, a vigilante came into the compound of the uncompleted building and before long a small team was there.

The matter was settled financially between Martins and the vigilantes, who accepted his explanation, they in turn asked that Bisi be left in their care but Martins saw the fear in the woman’s eyes and for an additional token, took her from the place. Dropping her off at a safe distance, Martins asked that the woman not bring up the matter, she agreed, collected her compensation and got off the vehicle.

‘Flash me, when you get home.’ Martins said, as he gave Bisi his number.

Martins was enjoying his Sunday lunch with his wife, when his phone vibrated, it was a message from an unknown number asking for financial assistance for the senders pregnant wife.

The End.