Ghost Of Kareema – An Erotic Sex Tale – Part 9
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Welcome back, my dear readers. To clarify things about the incident even further, the reporter has decided to add one more thing to each upcoming part of this incident. The exact date: 14 June 1985 It was a Friday. This was the day Channa and Amith fucked Kareema in her room. Later, Gihan, the burglar enters with Anita and fucks her, not noticing Kareema in a nearby room. Kareema takes advantage of his ignorance and uses his gun against him. This is what happens next. Kareema had his gun in her right hand, pointed right at his face as she came around the nearby sofa and sat there. Anita also closed in and sat by the other end of the sofa. Not paying any attention to her friend, Kareema states focused on Gihan. Gihan was looking at Kareema, from her head to her toes. He felt bad about not noticing her on time. Hell, he could have stopped with Anita and continued with Kareema if he noticed her on time. Yeah, Anita was a beautiful woman, that could make an average man irresistible. But Kareema was even hotter. “The fuck you looking at?” Kareema shouted at Gihan. “Look down, or I’ll blow your head all over tomorrow’s news!” “Lady, easy please,” Gihan said with both hands in the air. “I’m sorry I came here looking for valuables and did your friend right here. Just lemme go, and I’ll never do this to you again. I promise, please don’t call the cops on me,” Gihan was pretty much pleading. “Not so tough now, are you?” Kareema asked in a humiliating voice. Gihan was sweating out of fear. “If my friend was hurt because of you, you’re in for some serious trouble, buddy. Anita, how was it?” Kareema asked, still having her eyes and the gun, directed at him. Gihan looked at Anita with an innocent look. “It’s okay, Kareema, he’s good at it. I enjoyed it,” Anita said. This wasn’t something Kareema expected to hear. But she didn’t show her hesitation. “What should we do with him?” Kareema asked. “Let’s let him go, Kareema. He won’t trouble us again,” Anita said, taking Kareema totally off guard. “Wait, what?” “Please lemme go, ladies. I won’t do this again. Please here, take it all,” Gihan said as he tried to pull his wallet. “You! Hands where I can see them!” Kareema shouted again. Gihan raised his hands back to around his head. “Don’t fucking move. Anita, shake his suit,” Kareema said. Anita checked his shirt and his pants. All she could find was a wallet with a few thousand rupees in it. “Not much,” she said as she threw the money on a nearby stool. Kareema turned the gun upwards, with a little smile. “Get the fuck outta here, bastard. And don’t fucking get caught around here again, or you’ll know what happens to ya,” Kareema said in an airy but demanding tone. “Thank you, thank you,” Gihan said as he stood up and got his suit set. Before he went out, at the door, he slowly turned back. “But what about my gun?” “Move!” Kareema said, kicking his buttock, and pointing the gun back at his head. Gihan ran off. Anita released a breath she was holding. “Wow,” she said in an airy voice. “You scared the hell outta me,” she said. She came closer and hugged Kareema from behind, placing her chin against Kareema’s naked left shoulder. “I love you,” Anita said, kissing Kareema’s left cheek. But Kareema remained unfazed. “I guess he learned his lesson today,” Kareema said, as Anita left her and she turned towards their room. 17 June 1985 It was a Monday. After two days of no work and no sex, Kareema and Anita were preparing to go to work, again. Kareema thought having no sex for two days might starve her of it. While in reality, she turned towards the more modest and conservative lifestyle she was following before she met Anita. She started praying and also, dressing up like when she started working at the office. “Well, if this is what you wanna do, I can’t stop you. But, if you think you should go back to the old ways, I’m here to guide you,” Anita said as she cuddled her. “I guess the threesome was a bad idea, right Kareema?” “No Anita, it was pleasurable. It’s just I don’t think that kind of life is for me.” While this was a bad idea for those who used to have sex with her, they started taking back what they offered her. “So, I guess the free clothes are no longer free for you,” Amith said. “Taxi ride will be free for Anita, but you still need to pay, Kareema,” Banduka said. “Well, You can come back to work for the older salary,” Channa said. “Let’s see how this goes. But by once the four weeks are over, and you still wanna remain this way, you’ll have to pay me, in notes,” Dhammika said. “Guess this is gonna cost me a lot,” Kareema said, to Anita, at the office cafeteria during lunchtime. “Hmm, that’s if you keep up with this,” Anita said as she patted on Kareema’s lap. In the evening, Kareema prepared to go back to the boarding. “Anita, I’m going. You coming?” Kareema asked as she was leaving. “Oh, I gotta finish some work, Kareema. I’ll come later. You can go,” Anita said as she smiled. Having no idea what that means. Kareema left. Something about the gun. Well, Kareema was paranoid about having it around her. So she kept it with her clothing in her cupboard and didn’t take it everywhere she went. She decided to use it only for home defense if she has to. Back to the story. Kareema boarded the bus. This day she was wearing black robe-like clothing that covered her entire body, except for a thin line that allowed her to look around. She was wearing gloves for her hands too. But anyone who looked at her eyes would have thought that she looked hot under the mask, and hotter under the dress. On the bus, the only seat available was at the back end of the bus, opposite to the entrance door. That too next to a big, dark, bearded man, who was sitting, occupying nearly the whole double seat. Kareema got on the bus and went closer to him. He got off as if going to get off at the next stop. Kareema sat where he left and moved to the other end, in hopes of feeling some air until the journey’s end. She noticed that the man who just got off the seat went forth and said something to the driver. The driver looked at the mirror, which allowed him to look at the back of the bus. Kareema just looked outside the shutter, setting down for the journey. Sorry for the long wait, guys, but I had to explain things that led to her current position, although briefly. You won’t have to wait much longer. By the time Kareema’s stop approached, it had started to get dark around her. Kareema got off the bus and started walking away. She noticed that the bus was still stopped at the stop but she didn’t care much. Back in those days, these buses had an open backside, used to carry things when the bus was off duty. This bus had a similar setting. Before she could even turn to her left, to cross the road, she felt being grabbed by strong, fat, hairy hands, from behind. Those were the hands of the man, sitting next to her! “Hey, lemme go,” Kareema started struggling, but the man was no match. “Come on now,” the man said, trying to make her surrender. She pulled dragged her on the road, and threw her into the open backside, as he also jumped in. “Okay, let’s go!” He shouted as he secured her in the space. Her head hit hard against somewhere and she was too weak to stand back, because of the hit. She saw the man at the other end of the backside, as the bus was going. She gave up. She laid back and closed her eyes. What will happen next? You will have to wait for the next part!