Ghost Of Kareema – An Erotic Sex Tale – Part 7
gym, pussy, threesome

Welcome back, readers. Description of the characters: Amith – a shopkeeper Anita is close with. He had sex with Kareema and indirectly claimed to have sex with Anita. Anita – Kareema’s roommate in the boarding. Had sex with Banduka. Banduka – Anita’s taxi driver Channa – Kareema’s boss, had sex with Kareema. Dhammika – introduced in this chapter Kareema – the main protagonist of the story. Had sex with 1. Husband 2. Amith 3. Channa In that order. Now, to the new chapter. Enjoy!   They got off at the gym, which was like a block away from the boarding. They went through the door. The gym instructor, Dhammika, came forth and welcomed her. Dhammika was a well-built man, with a beard. “Hello Anita, so this is the friend you talked about?” “What did he mean ‘talked about’?” Kareema thought but remained silent. “Ah yeah, her name is Kareema. she’s also interested in your ‘special’ membership” “Wait, what?” Again, Kareema thought only. “Ah wow, that’s cool, but don’t keep letting the secret loose like this, will ya?” Dhammika asked with fake anger. “Okay, so Kareema, come with me,” Dhammika said as he showed her the way to a door. “Anita, you can stay here,” Dhammika said as he opened the door and guided Kareema inside. Kareema was reluctant. She knew by now how her encounters with men in tight spaces seemed to end. But she wasn’t confident enough to back off either. She had to pull it off somehow. So far, both Amith and Channa were more dangerous sex machines than her husband. Yes, sex was fun when the man was aggressive, but that kinda sex also wore her out for days to come. Where they entered, was a lonely gym room. “This is where special members work out,” Dhammika said, closing and locking the door. “Anita said you ‘did’ your boss yesterday, so I guess you’re kinda aching right now. Now, take off your blouse, blouse, and trouser, lay on the bench, and take the load.” “But, you’re not gonna ‘Do’ me, right?” Kareema asked, with confusion, because Dhammika said ‘load’. “Ah no, I meant the weight I have loaded to the bench, lol,” Dhammika said with a smile, patting on the bar he’d used to load the weight to the bench. “Now do it. Don’t worry, I won’t touch you.” After the routine, Kareema asked about the fee. But Dhammika said, “You’re paying at the end of the month, Kareema. Not now. Now, I guess Anita is waiting for you.” When Kareema went outside, Anita was waiting for her, after her work out. “Guess it went fine.” “Ah yeah, sure. I’m already feeling better,” Kareema said. “Let’s go home, prepare, and watch porn. Come on!” It had been two weeks since Kareema has sex for the last time. These days, there were occasions when strange men, and even Channa, was leaving the boarding as Kareema went there from the gym. She wore a pushup bra, a t-shirt, a pair of yoga pants and shoes, to go to the gym. She was going to the gym, every other day. She noticed Dhammika growing more and more impatient. Now, he had started touching her, occasionally, here and there, when guiding or helping her with exercises. “Hey!” Kareema said as his touching seemed intentional, pushing his hand away, sometimes. “Sorry,” Dhammika said, while his attentive look kept glued to Kareema. “Two weeks and you’re paying me. I can’t wait,” Dhammika once said, as he handed her her weights for the bench press. “That’s a bit too much of an excitement for a membership payment. Don’t you think?” Kareema said, starting to push the weight up. “Not from my two special members, you and Annie. (That’s how he called Anita.) Special member, special payment.” She put her shirt away when she lifted weights. She was trying to be a conservative woman again and exposing this much of skin to this man, irritated her, but she had no choice. Kareema had also changed noticeably during this time. Her body seemed a little toned, and her boobs felt stronger and a little harder to be squeezed. “Hmmm. That’s interesting,” Anita said as she once felt Kareema’s boobs in their room. Her ass and her thighs were also stronger. She was on a weird and exercise plan, and they seemed to work pretty effectively. Also, she was feeling hornier than ever. “I guess I’m perfectly good now,” Kareema finally said to Anita. The next day, Kareema boarded the bus to go home. But this time, she was alone. “I’ve gotta finish a few things here, Kareema,” Anita said back in the office, as Kareema was leaving. “I wonder what they are,” Kareema thought. With all the help offered from men, what couldn’t possibly be left for her to do. As she left, she saw Amith entering the office area. She avoided him and walked straight. Amith smiled anyway as he walked inside the office. There’s always huge traffic around the evening on the route Kareema went to the boarding, and this day was no exception. After getting to the boarding, she prepared herself to cook the dinner. But when she stepped outta her room, she was surprised to see Amith and Channa having arrived at her boarding. Right then, they were the only occupants of the building. Anita was not around. “Channa, Amith, what are you two doing here? Where’s Anita?” Kareema asked, pulling together her housecoat even further. She was dressed in a nightdress, housecoat, and her headcover. “We’re here for the threesome, Kareema. I guess she didn’t tell you,” Channa said, as he got up and started slowly walking towards Kareema. “What threesome? Anita isn’t here for that. I guess you guys should leave,” Kareema said, as she got back into her room and tried to lock it. But Channa placed his boot in and the door bounced off his boot. “Channa, please don’t. I’m not doing this again,” Kareema said as she backed off to her bed. Channa entered. Amith entered behind him. “Come on, Kareema, it won’t take much to get you to the mood,” Amith said as he closed into the bed. Kareema got up fast to run away, but Channa stood in the way and pushed her back. As she was pushed back, Amith locked her hands behind her back, using his left arm. With his right hand, he covered her mouth. “Mmm!” Kareema said as she struggled. “Damn girl, you’ve surely got stronger after two weeks of gymming,” Channa said, as he held her in place. “Well, too bad you’re not the only one here to gym,” Channa said. With her arms pulled back, her boobs looked even bigger. “Alright, let’s do this,” Channa said as he took hold of the two sides of her housecoat, and pulled them apart. He pushed her housecoat down to her arms. Kareema had to so something. She tried to kick his groin. Unexpectedly, he held her leg midway and avoided the kick. “Alright, that’s it. Guess you wanna do this the hard way,” Channa said as he backed off and took out a filled syringe from his pocket. Amith tightened his grip even further, making Kareema moan. “Mmm!” Kareema said, as Channa closed in, held her face in place tight. He stuck the needle of the syringe right into her left thigh and pressed all the liquid in. She felt the tingle, and her inside heating up. As Amith left her and stepped aside. “Channa, how long till the meds kicks in?” Amith asked as he closed into Channa. “Not long, I guess. Never had to use this before.” Kareema wasn’t in her right mind to hear any of these things. She was feeling so badly horny. She was not even completely human at this point, fairly said. Her eyes started getting red because of the high blood supply into her eyes, and she made a wide and wild smile. “Wanna play, boys? Let’s play!” Kareema said with a wild look and a demanding voice. She would now let any man do anything to her. Channa and Amith closed in. Amith got behind and got her arms locked like before. This time, she showed no resistance. “You really wanna do that, boy?” Kareema asked, with a smile, turning around and looking at Amith, to which Amith made no effort to reply. Channa held her jaw and cheeks with his hands, turned her face towards her. He started licking all over her face. Kareema tried to eat his mouth once or twice. But Channa still kept licking all over her face anyway. After a while, Channa left her arms and went for her boobs, as Channa started eating her mouth. Since she wasn’t expecting to see a man, she wasn’t wearing her headcover. So after a while, Channa could turn her face aside and start eating the right side of her neck. “Aah, this feels great,” Kareema said, as Amith pulled down her housecoat off her arms. After a while, both Amith and Channa took her by each of her hands and pinned her against the wall. Channa was holding her right hand by his left, and Amith, holding her left hand by his right. Then they started squeezing her boobs, once they pulled her nightdress apart and her bra up and off her boobs. “Damn, they’re harder than before,” Channa said. The two men were trying to squeeze her boobs as hard as possible. “Aah!” Kareema was moaning repeatedly as the men squeezed her boobs over and over again. Yes, it still hurt her a bit, but she knew that this time it won’t hold her back for long. She knew that this sex was going to be her barrier breaker once and for all. After a while, Amith went down, pulled down her underwear and started eating her pussy. Channa started changing between squeezing and jiggling her boobs, each in each of his hands and slapping them. “Aah!” Kareema moaned each time he slapped them. He slapped her tits harder and harder until she covered them with her hands at some point. Then, he pinned her hands against the wall and started eating her right boob. Channa was sucking her nipple vigorously. After a while, her nipple started hurting. “Channa, it’s hurting me now,” Kareema finally said. The meds were wearing out, but she wanted to finish this. Channa didn’t keep hurting her. He changed to her other boob and started sucking it too, just as vigorously. “Aah,” Kareema moaned all the way. After a while, Amith started sucking her clitoris. This was too much for her. It was weakening her legs. “Oh god no,” Kareema said, trying to pull her legs together. Amith responded by pulling them apart, keeping them still, and sucking her clitoris even harder. “Aaah!” Kareema screamed. This time, she struggled to break free and did. She held Channa’s head that was eating her left boob, pushed him away. She held Amith by his hair and pushed him away too. Now both of her nipples were aching. Then, the two men grabbed her. Amith locked her arms behind her back. Channa held her jaw in his right hand, forced it open like he did the last time he fucked her, and spat in her mouth, like before. Then he slapped her left cheek, lightly, which made her close her eyes for a moment. “Will you do this again?” Channa asked, to which Kareema just kept looking at him, unfazed. “Amith, make her say no,” Channa said. Amith held her both arms in his left arm, held her hair tightly in his right hand, and pulled it left and right. “Aah!” She screamed each time he pulled her hair to one side. “Say it!” Channa demanded. “Okay, no no, I won’t,” Kareema said, now with an utterly defeated voice. “Now, you’re free to do what you want, when we say you are. You’ll talk only to answer and you answer only when we ask you. You have to say ‘Sir’ to us every time you respond. Did you understand?” Kareema remained unfazed, again, and Amith pulled her hair up and down, to which she screamed again. “Yes, yes, please,” Kareema pleaded. “Yes, what?” Channa asked as Amith pulled her hair downwards, turning her head upwards. “Yes sir,” Kareema said, and Amith left and arms, held her hair in his hand, and pushed her down to her knees. “Aah!” Kareema said as she knelt. Amith pulled her to her feet by her hair, pulled all her clothes off, threw them away, and threw her to the floor again. She was looking at them with fake anger in her eyes, as the two men got undressed too. “Let’s go to your room,” Channa said, as Amith held her hair and started pulling her towards their room. As they were in her room, Amith pushed her to her bed. “Ah!” Kareema said as she fell on the bed, almost lifeless. “Suck this, Bitch,” Channa said, as he held her hair tight in his right hand, and pulled her face to his dick. As she opened her mouth, getting on her fours, he rammed his in and out, all the way, in her mouth. She started gagging. After a while, Channa took his cock out, now dripping with her saliva. She had two wet marks on her face, marked with her tears. “Want more, bitch?” “Yes sir,” Kareema said in a light voice. “Good. Ram her ass!” “Ah?” As Kareema looked back, frightened, Amith held her hip in place, placed his dick on her asshole, and rammed it in. This was her first time taking it in her ass, so it hurt like hell. “Aaah!” She screamed, as she bit her teeth and rolled her fists. “Damn, it could have cut my dick on half,” Channa said. Amith squeezed her hip and started fucking her ass. Little by little, the pain was disappearing and she started enjoying it. “Ah!” Kareema was moaning but wasn’t saying anything. “Okay Bitch, you’re free to talk now,” Channa said. “Ah yeah, fuck that fucking ass harder. Ah, yes, yes!” Kareema was screaming in pleasure. After a while, Amith changed to her pussy and started fucking her there. Channa held her hair, turned her face forward, and started fucking her mouth again. “Mmm!” Kareema was gagging again. “Alright, now let’s try something different. Amith, turn her sideways,” Channa said, as he pulled his cock back out. Channa got out of her and pushed her by her hip into falling on the bed. Channa closed in from her front and turned her left leg towards her head. “Damn, after two weeks of the gym, you’ve become pretty flexible,” Channa said as he placed his dick over her pussy and started fucking her pussy. “Ah! Ah!” Kareema started moaning each time she was rammed. “Amith, what are you waiting for? Come join in,” as Channa said so, Amith laid behind her back, put his arms around her, held her tight and started ramming her ass from behind. “Aah! Yes yes, give it to me. Yes, yes,” Kareema said as she turned her face towards Amith, when he held her jaw in his left hand, kissed her lips, and kept fucking. By now, Kareema’s tits weren’t hurting anymore, but they still were red due to excessive grabbing. But Channa badly wanted to feel her tits again. “Amith, lock her hands and turn her up, on yourself,” Channa said. Amith, still with his dick inside her, stopped the ramming. Channa got out of her, locked her arms with both his hands and turned her upwards. “Hey, what are you doing?” Kareema asked, looking at Amith. Now, Kareema was laying on Amith, and looking upwards. Her arms were locked and her legs were off the bed, and so were those of Amith. Channa got between her legs, rammed her pussy once, bent down, and held each of her tits in each of his hands. “Aah, that hurts,” Kareema moaned, but not in a hurt tone. Channa started fucking her, using the ‘boob holds’ to move his body back and forth. “Ah, yeah, fuck my fucking pussy.” After a while, he kept her tits pulled towards him, and started fucking her in that position. Amith couldn’t wait down her like that anymore. “Channa, can I get off for a while?” “Sure,” Channa said as he rolled aside, still with her tits in his hands and his dick inside her pussy. Once Amith got off and away, Channa went back to the position and started fucking her again. Her boobs were being pulled towards Channa, each time he rammed in. Finally, she held each of his wrists in her hands. “Easy, or you’ll rip them off,” Kareema said as Channa stopped and looked at her. As she finished, Channa leaned forth, putting his weight over her. With her boobs still squeezed in his hands, and started fucking her again. “That’s better. Ah yeah, fuck my fucking pussy.” After fucking her for some more time like that, he left her tits, put his dick out, ejaculated a few times. He released a load of semen on her belly. “Come on now, Amith. Finish her off,” Channa said as he moved aside. There was hardly anything for him to finish off, though. She was laying there, unable to move. Amith came and pulled her into her fours. He knelt behind her, held her hip tight, and started fucking her pussy. Sometimes, still fucking her, he would leave one hand off her hip and slap her ass once or twice. Then hold her hip again, and keep fucking her even harder. After a while, he stopped, bent, held each of her arms in each of her hands, pulled her into a hug from behind, held her tits squeezed in his hands. He started fucking again. Her head was moving up and down, as he held his wrists. After a while, he stopped fucking her, turned her outside, jacked his cock off a few times and ejaculated his load all over her tits. “How was it, Kareema?” Channa asked as the two men started getting dressed. “Mmm, you guys tortured me, but I loved it,” Kareema said, as she was collecting their semen off her body and sucking them off her fingers. “So, are you ready to keep getting fucked by Sinhalese men?” “Yes,” Kareema said, still licking off their semen. “Will you be our Sinhalese cock whore?” “Yes, I will.” “Say it.” “I will be your Sinhalese cock whore.” “Good. BTW, keep this,” Channa said as he pulled out his wallet, and one by one, threw notes on her body. “One, two, three, four and five, that’s fifty thousand there.” Kareema had no idea why she was doing this. This was no longer the shy, modest girl her parents raised. “You want a day off tomorrow? I think you’re tired,” Channa asked, as Amith left the room. “Fuck day-offs. Give me your fucking cocks, and I’ll show up every day,” she said like she didn’t even care. She moved back to eating their semen. “Alright, let’s go, Amith,” Channa said as he also went out. After a while, Kareema heard them going away. Amith said, “Man, one day the sperm bank will accept her semen,” to which they both laughed. “Oh god, these guys destroyed me. I gotta sleep a while,” Kareema thought as she turned around to sleep in that semen and sweat-soaked mattress. Look forth for more parts. Stay tuned. Peace.