Confession Of A Sextress – Part 12
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Again, Qamaar narrates the story * * * * * * * * * * “Furry, no offense. When you are narrating me now the story, you do not seem to be worried about what happened then. But I am pretty sure your mood was the exact opposite back then right before anything started on the bus. Even though you had had much sex by that time, I do not think you wanted to have sex with any more people, especially a bus full of men, right?” I said as I again prepared to write down. She smiled at me. She seemed to be, more like happy about all her experiences rather than sorry. Well, that smile teaches a lot to women who cry upon their failures in the past. She said this: “As I was looking around, shared to my stomach, all the greedy men were looking at each and every part of my body. All I had to cover myself was, my head cover, bra, panty and slippers. Ahmad was thinking with his right thumb and index fingers on the sides of his chin while the ugly old man (say “Imad”) was rubbing all over my body, greedily. I was so disgusted but there was absolutely nothing I could do, except moving around a bit. He squeezed my boobs and butt repeatedly and simultaneously and it was really boring. I could hardly enjoy his grip. I guess my disgust for him was eminent in my face. He took his face closer to me, saying, “Hey, do not give me that look” And then Ahmad said, “Rip off her bra” I screamed, “No!” But Imad ripped it away from me. As I tightly closed my eyes, I felt tear drops escaping from my ears and going down on my face. When I looked back at Ahmad, I felt my boobs being squeezed and my back getting bitten. Imad was squeezing my boobs and biting me all over, like a dog. He did not hurt me but I was not enjoying at all. I was thinking, when will this stop? Will this really stop? Will I leave here alive? I had no idea. Ahmad came forth, saying, “Get away imad!” And imad got away. Ahmad put his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Now, he was looking at my eyes inches apart from me. He said, “Do you know what your men (he was referring to the men of my religion. These guys were not of my religion) do to our women when they find one of them like we have now found you?” I had no intention to answer his question so I looked downwards. He shouted, “Look at me when I talk!” And I looked back at him with even more fear. His eyes were burning with anger, and I guess lust as well. “You will know what they do, once we do the same thing to you!” Saying that, he tightly hugged me and took his face closer to mine. This time, I did not try to turn my face away. He started kissing me slowly and passionately. Little by little, the slut inside me was kicking in. I closed my eyes and started kissing him back. His hands were working magic on my buttocks and boobs. He knew very well how to please a woman. I decided to let go and enjoy the situation. After some time, he kissed me down to my boobs and started squeezing them and feeling them on his face, placing his face between my boobs and moving his face to either sides, holding my boobs and repeatedly hitting them against his face, rolling them up and down against his face and so on. After some more time, he started tasting my right boob, sucking and biting the nipple. I was moaning now. “Ah…yeah…do it…wwh!” I was biting my lower lip. He was tasting my boob, squeezing my buttocks. I lifted my right leg and started rubbing his body up and down. He held my leg with his left hand and started rubbing my thigh. After some more time, he kissed me down to my pussy, pulled down my panty and took it off of my legs, sucked my pussy for a while, sometimes holding my clit between his lips and pulling it out until it went off his mouth, and I was moaning all the way, and I had started leaking out of my pussy as well. He was greedily drinking off my juice. After some time, still kneeling down it front of me, he put his four long fingers in his right hand into my pussy and started hand fucking me. Quickly, he paced up and after a while, he was doing it faster than I could count. I felt like I was losing my mind. I was screaming. “Oh…my…Go-o-o-od! A-a-a-a-ah!” After some more time, he stopped and when he did, I repeatedly gushed out loads of juice outta my pussy to his face. I was just hanging from where my hands had been tied, almost passed out. Ahmad untied my hands and I fell on the bus floor. He said to the others, “Let us blow our seeds into her field!” I knew what he was gonna do. But I was too weak even to talk. Also, I was too Horny by then. I really did not wanna stop him either. So I literally laid and waited for him to finish it. He turned me around and said, “Now hold your body upwards on your palms and knees, baby. Do it” He said, squeezing my buttocks. I positioned myself as he said. He took down his pants, came behind me, held my hip with both his hands and started penetrating me from behind. This is the Doggy-Style position. It was enjoyable when he was fucking me shallow. When he started going deeper and faster, it started to hurt. I screamed. “Aaah! Please keep it shallow…it hurts” I did not know if he was ready to listen to me. Oddly enough, he did that. He did not lessen his pace but he started fucking me shallow. Now I could enjoy it again. After a few more powerful thrusts, he came inside me and stood up and said, “Yeah…never felt more satisfied. Who is next?” Just when I thought it was over, it had just begun!” * * * * * * * * * Stay tuned. Bye!