Confession Of A Sextress – Part 8
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When the bus stopped for tea, the driver and the conductor shouted and woke up the sleeping passengers and they were getting off the bus, saying all kinds of things. The guys on my sides, allowed me to prepare my dress back and once I did that, they pulled my hands, saying, “Come on! We gotta get off soon” Not knowing what they are gonna do with me this time, I got off. Then, the one who finger fucked me, said to the other, “Ikmal, you should accompany her to our house. I will buy something for us” “Good, Iman” So those were their names. “Where are you taking me?” I asked Ikmal as he was pulling me by my waist and my right hand towards the road and all the way on the road. He said, “You will know. Do not worry, darling. This will be only among the three of us. We assure you about that…not that, let us know what the name of our beauty queen is” He made me blush in shyness with his compliment. I shyly said, even though I had fine through enough to lose all my shyness, “Fareeda” “Wow…nice name! You know, our dream is to sleep with a woman of your religion, and surely, today is our lucky day! Well at least we are halfway there, because there are two of us and only one of you” I pulled back when I heard this. No! I cannot have sex with them. I had had enough pre marital sex by then. “No! I am going to see my parents and I cannot do this” “Well why not?” He was still pulling me. I let him pull me away. There was no way I could stop him. “Why do you not like to be with us for a while, while you are not even a Virgin now? What difference will this make? If you were a Virgin, you would not be coming with us now. Of course we would have done other things to you, but not intercourse” “Please lemme go. My parents are waiting for me” “Well it will take a while and we will let you go in better conditions than you came with us. We give you our word” There was no point talking to him. I kept silent and let him take me for the rest of his journey. Long story short, we came through so many rural areas where we ended up at a large bungalow, with a van stopped at its frontal portion. He took me inside, and locked the door. Then he took me to a nearby room. There, he took my coat, then my saree jacket, then my bra, then my sari and then my panty, thus making me completely naked and then he also got naked as I was covering my boobs with my arms. He took hold of each of my hands with each of his hands, pushed me towards a wall, pinned me against it and tried to taste my mouth. As I turned my face away, he started tasting a side of my neck. Little by little, once again, the slit inside me was kicking in. I knew it was natural, but it was wrong nevertheless. I let the nature kick in. There was no point holding back anything any longer. After sometime, he released my hands, sent his arms around my body, and rubbing my back and squeezing my buttocks, he started kissing my mouth, to which I responded by kissing his mouth back and feeling his hair. He pulled my thigh on to his body and squeezed it for a while, while we were still making out. After some more time, he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, with his forehead against mine, and asked, “Do you still feel scared?” And I said, “Mm…no, not anymore” We started making out again and this time, I could observe his true greedy form. He was wildly sucking my mouth, swallowing all my saliva and after that, he moves to my right boob and started sucking it wildly, making a lot of noise. I was moaning loudly due to the insane pleasure that was now running through my veins. His hands were running all over my body, squeezing my other boob and my buttocks. It was becoming harder and harder for me to keep stamding, but I tried. When he moved his mouth to my other boob, he all of a sudden started finger fucking me like he did in the bus. I was screaming and it was very hard for me to keep stamding. My legs were losing strength every moment. They bent down and I was on the floor. He again fed me my own juice. Then he pulled me upwards and threw me to the bed. He then had his mobile phone ringing. He answered to it, dropped the call end laid by me facing my back side. My right hand side was upwards. He cuddled me from behind and kissed me a few times on my neck, collar shoulder and down to my hip, Rubbing me all the way. I wondered why he did not fuck me. As he cuddled me and was no longer kissing me, I asked him, “Why did you not do it, Ikmal?” “I am waiting for Iman to join us” He kissed my neck. Dumbfounded by what he said, I turned towards him and asked, “Why is that? Are you two gonna have sex with me at the same time?” He, Rubbing down my cheek with his right fingertips, said, “We have planned to…what is the matter, Fareeda? Have you never had two men at once?” “I have, once, but they were old men and…it was not a nice experience” I remembered what happened back in the shop where my purity was taken by two old men of my religion, which watered my eyes. As I looked at his eyes, he was looking at me compassionately. He cuddled me to his chest and kissed my forehead as he said, “I am sorry, Fareeda. We thought of you wrongly. We thought you were just a bad woman who cares not about own chastity but, now I know, that you were forced down this path” As he looked back into my eyes, he said, “This is not your fault” I smiled at him, he turned me upwards, got on me and we started making out, which healed my old wound much. It was always good to be with a man who loved and respected me for what I am, rather than insult. * * * * * * * * * * Stay tuned to know what happened next.