With a life-threatening movement I stepped on my traveling bag to close it. Thanks to my weight I finally got the zipper closed. I probably had too much with me again, but better too a great deal than too small, I reasoned.

I was so happy to finally go on holiday again. It was already a few years ago. My husband, John, was always so busy that he only took one calendar week off a year and he travelled so much professionally that he preferred to drop his gratis sentence at home plate. I understood that of course, but the other way around I was mostly at dwelling taking charge of our daughter Sarah and I craved a holiday that pulled me out of the daily grind.

However, this time John had to go to Bulagandra for a week for his oeuvre and we had decided that I would fall in him after his work and that we would add a week 's holiday. My mother would move in with us to expect after our daughter Sarah.

I had never been to Africa before and was really looking forward to it. I was already dreaming about the holiday : the tropical clime, the beautiful landscapes, the exotic intellectual nourishment and drunkenness and the blissfully doing nothing, away from the day-by-day plodding.

Within an hour a taxi would cull me up to take me to the airport. In the meantime, my mother had arrived too. I still had time to take a shower.

While standing naked in front line of the mirror I judged my body. For my 45 old age I still looked just : long blond pilus, a slim figure with a house C-cup and an unshaven pussy. I had never had the guts to shave it and Gospel According to John had never made a remark about it although he did induce pubic pilus in his back talk from time to clip when he licked my pussy.

My pussy got wet when I thought about the sex we were going to have. For some intellect sex was more passionate on holiday than at nursing home and happened more often.

It had been a few weeks since we 'd had sex. John was so occupy and was, according to him, often too tired. I often tried to seduce him with intimate lingerie but even this did n't excite him. When I was hot myself, I dived my head under the cover to get hold his putz and slowly suck it, but half the prison term it had no effect and he blamed it on the stress and piece of work pressure level. Disappointed I then turned back to my side of meat of the bed and played with my clit until I silently came to orgasm.

But on holiday everything was different, we had much to a greater extent sentence for each early ; the stress and pressure was gone.

Last holiday John even took the enterprise in bed on a regular fundament. His hands slipped over my white meat, he kissed in my neck and his tongue slowly slipped to my rima oris and lips to end in a foresighted and passionate spit kiss. I felt his appendage grow at the Saami time. Depending on how hot I was, I let myself be banged and fingered until I finished or took the enterprisingness to give him a blowjob.

He is a very good slit licker, I had to admit. His clapper slipped around the outer lip of my purulent lips and touched the inside of my vagina. Then he slid one and then various fingers completely inside me while passionately sucking on my clit. He brought me into exaltation. He regularly changed the position of his tongue and digit so that I wriggled wildly under him and ended up having an incredible orgasm. Gasping I lay in bed and heard the gulping audio of John absorbing my juices.

Then it was my go to spoil him. I brought my hands to his now rock-hard rooster. He was n't incredibly big and fat, but I considered him an average size. Sometimes when I looked at porn motion picture or sex photo, I wondered what it would be like to sense a giant star dick in my pussy or oral cavity. Would it wound or would my pussy adjust to that sizing ? I was also curious if the story was true that coon'dicks were so big. Maybe I got a chance to verify this in Bulagandra ? ! Not that I wanted to chicane, but who knows, maybe I could catch a glance of a gumshoe by the pool somewhere.

I 'm a safe at giving head word. All my former boyfriends had already complimented me on it. I can fiddle with my tongue and lips with any part of a dick.

I sucked on his cockhead and slid my lips down to his orchis, sucking all over the shaft. As I looked up, I could see he was enjoying it. I teased him by bringing him close to an ejaculation, then stopping and then, after his invocation, moving on again.

I like to give blowjobs, but I do n't like to eat up sperm. It has a terrible taste. I always try to get him to spray on my breasts or soundbox but often he strains his work force into my hair and pulling my top dog even closer to his balls, so I do n't induce a probability to pull my backtalk away when he comes. Again, this scenario happened and he sprayed his spermatozoon into my mouth and pharynx. So much cum exploded halfway down my esophagus that I had to gag and cough. Although I hated it, I had learned to live on with it and accept it because I saw how much he enjoyed it and because I was afraid that otherwise he might go to whores or former adult female who wanted to offer him that service.

After he had pumped his semen in my sassing, we kept lying happily together for a patch.

However, I was n't satisfied yet and tried to bestow back his tool alive by slowly using my hands. This usually worked out pretty well, especially when I started using my rim and spit as well. He was quickly back on wax strength and ready to really fuck me. I crawled on his chest and slowly lowered my slit over his dick. This was easy because I was still soaking wet from my premature orgasm. I started to ride him, he took my tooshie, pushed me up until only his cockhead still touched my pussy wall and then dropped me to his clump. This was delicious. Meanwhile he sucked and nibbled my nipples gently. I slowly came into ecstasy, but before I came, he pushed me off, turned me on my backrest, bent over my kitty-cat, rammed his rooster into my pussy with full force and took my knee hollows over his shoulders. That way he could penetrate me very deeply. Now he pounded into me at full military unit. I knew that after a few punches he would now put in his spermatozoon deep inside me and I also felt that I was close to an orgasm. Almost outcry, we both came and dropped exhausted on the bed. We cuddled up against each former and fell asleep happy and content.



*****



The escape went smoothly and boring. It was a night escape. I soon fell into a light eternal rest and woke up all the time because of the uncomfortable slumber placement in the far too lowly seats. Before landing I was woken up by a hostess. I was still tired because of the bad sleep and wished to be in the hotel as soon as possible. John would come to pick me up. He had already told me that I first had to slide by customs for passport control condition and then pick up my baggage. Once we got out of the planer, we had to resist in a prospicient queue for recommendation ascendancy. When it was finally my turning, the customs officer placed uninterested some cast in my passport,

While I was waiting for my luggage, I saw 2 policemen with a More than normal interest looking at me. They grinned at each other while staring at me. One of them had a drug dog on a lead. They came in my commission and in the interim letting the dog sniff at all the luggage. When they got to my top, he quickly but abruptly pulled on the leash of the dog so that he started barking. All the citizenry were looking in my direction. The other police officer came up to me and asked if I was carrying drugs.

Frightened, I nodded no.

'' We 'll have to visit your luggage anyway, '' he said. He added that this was the normal procedure when a drug dog barked at a certain individual or musical composition of luggage.

I tried to dissent but quickly realized that there was no relief valve. I agreed, assuming it was only a subprogram check that would soon be over.

'' Come along '', he ordered me.

We walked through several corridors, further and further away from the hustle and flurry of the airport. I began to palpate irritation.

'' Is it still far ? '' I asked.

'' down here in the lift '', he said, `` and then we 're there ''.

The elevator was very little so that we were kind of glued together. His face was only a few inches away from my facial expression. He grinned at me and I smelled his rancid intimation. I shivered. We descended to floor -3. He pushed me out of the lift through a gray corridor to a pocket-size office with a musty smell. He locked the threshold behind us.

'' Passport '', he snarls at me.

I gave him my recommendation.

'' If you 're carrying drugs, you better accept it now, '' he said, `` otherwise I 'll let to explore your baggage and search you and at the end I 'll determine it anyway. ''

'' And you know that there is a death punishment on the possession of drugs in this country, '' he added.

I assured him that I knew that and that therefore I certainly did n't take in any drugs with me.

He nodded and started to spread out my suitcase. He took everything out and laugh softly while holding up my panties and bra. When my suitcase was empty and he had found zero he turned back to me. `` Now I have to seek you, '' he said. `` Turn around against the wall, hands up and legs apart.

I reluctantly obeyed. He pressed himself against me, his hands slipped from my custody, down my armpit over my shirt, stopping at my tit up to my shank, back up again and kneading my titty. While protesting I tried to call on around but he held me firmly pressed against the wall.

'' You 'd better cooperate, '' he hissed, `` or we 'll keep you here even longer. ''

With great reluctance showing in my body language, I put myself back against the bulwark.

He now slipped his hands over my hip joint and buttocks between my legs. He rubbed my labia for quite some fourth dimension.

'' Lucky I 'm wearing jeans and no dame, '' I thought.

He took a footmark back and said I could turn around.

'' Get undressed behind that filmdom and turn over me your wearing apparel. You can observe your panties and bra on, '' he ordered.

Again, I wanted to resist, but he looked at me so threateningly that I reluctantly obeyed. Behind the projection screen I took off my shirt and jeans and gave them to him. He searched all my trouser pockets and when he found zip, he threw them in my traveling bag with the sleep of my wearing apparel. Suddenly he took away the blind, so I was standing in straw man of him with just my pantie and bra on. He looked at me chuckling.

'' Bra off, '' he ordered.

'' What ! '' I stammered. `` draw a blank it. Let me go now. '' I yelled at him.

With one pass, he stood by me and grabbed my Chin with one hand. I tried with all my strength, using both my hands, to get out of his grip. But as I tried to give up myself, his early bridge player went around my waist and with one move he loosened my bra which now fell to the ground in straw man of my pes.

I struck a cry of repulsion and covered my breasts as well as I could with my arms. Suddenly, before I realized it, he pulled my pantie down to my ankle.

Again, I hit a brassy howler and now I tried desperately to handle my tit and pussy, which of grade did n't sour out.

He found my stance particularly funny and laughed adorably.

I broke out in tears.

'' Please, let me go. You see I'don ` t possess any drugs, '' I moaned.

'' Very sure I 'm not yet, '' he said, `` you 've got 2 More cavities I have n't examined yet, '' he chuckled.

I looked at him terrified and started crying even louder.

'' No, please, do n't do that, let me go '' I begged again.

He walked up to me and pulled my arms along my torso so that I now stood completely naked in front of him. My thick breasts were hanging there in front of his nose.

I felt his centre devouring me as I stood there before him in full head-on nudity.



"Now… keep your work force where there are…and turn around…slowly."His articulation was firm and menacing.

A recollective disinclination followed.

"Now !"he snarled.

With capital reluctance display in my trunk language, I did as he commanded until I faced him again.

When I stood in presence of him again, he said it was time to check that I was n't transporting any drugs into my vagina. He put a foot between my genu and squeezed my legs apart. At the same time, he roughly pushed his middle finger's breadth into my twat. I had lost all underground and stood there sobbing in front of him while he was twisting his finger in my pussy. It was extremely painful because I was bone dry and he had n't used any lubricant at all. He was now finger fucking me while he was constantly touching my button with his former finger. This had null more to do with searching. I felt totally humiliated.

He pulled out his finger and smelled it.

"It looks to me like you have n't washed this part of your body in a spell"he laughed.

Ashamed I bowed my principal.

"Now I still need to investigate your ass, and if there 's nothing in there either, you can go, '' he said.

He ordered me to stick out with my grimace against the wall again, slightly bent over. He put on a latex glove, added some lubricant on it, pulled my tush apart and pushed his finger up my ass without excuse. Because of the lubricant it did n't hurt as much as in my pussy. Also here he kept pushing his finger as recondite as possible.

'' This golf hole has n't been used much, '' he joked.

I had never felt so humiliated.

When he got tired of it, he pulled out his finger and threw the glove in the bin.

'' Get dressed, pack your luggage and get out of here, '' he said, unlocking the door.

Still sobbing loudly, I got dressed, threw everything back in my suitcase and quickly walked away. As fast as I could I walked to the loss of the airport to the arrivals Granville Stanley Hall. I immediately saw john standing there. Sobbing I flew into his arms.

'' What happened ? '' he asked. Sobbing I told him the entirely account.

'' I 'm sorry, sweetheart '', he whispered.

'' There 's no power point in making a complaint, I 'm afraid, '' he said. `` Come, let 's leave this as soon as possible and go to the hotel. ''

I was so looking forward to the first night with St. John here in Bulagandra, but I did n't feel like sex at all, I did n't even like him touching me. In bed bathroom tried to advert me, but I pushed him away. He asked me if I would n't suck his cock, but I refused as well. Disappointed he turned around and I fell asleep crying softly.



*****



The following morning, the alarm clock rang early. John Lackland had to work today.

I heard him engage a shower bath and shave. Before leaving the hotel room he came to hand me snog on my mouth. I stayed in bed for a while thinking about yesterday 's events.

I had zilch planned for today. I just wanted to lie lazily by the pool, enjoying the sun and cool body of water until John the Evangelist would come back.



When John came back from work, he told me they had organized a company to celebrate the successful completion of the project. Everyone was invited with partner in a chichi country estate outside the city with intellectual nourishment, deglutition and dance.

The local CEO, Kawese, fellowship of the president, would also be present. King John immediately warned me about his doubtful reputation regarding women, drink and force.

'' If only half the chronicle are true, it 's bad enough, '' John said.

I did n't feel like going, partly because of Kawese 's reputation and partly because I knew that can often crushed himself at such parties until he could n't stand or walk anymore. It would n't be the first time I had to push him drunk in a taxi and drag him out of the car and carry him around the house with the help of the taxicab driver. The next day he would n't know what had just happened.

However, he assured me that he would only drink a few pint so that we could have corking sex before bedtime. He looked at me so horny that I believed him. Half-assured, I gave in and promised to go with him.

At 6:00 p.m., a cab would pick us up. I showered and got prepare for the party. I chose the sexiest dress I had brought with buttons on the figurehead and an undecided décolleté that reflected my breasts and material body. The dress came decently under my buttocks and left short to the resourcefulness. I chose not to wear heels that were too high so that I could still walk on the dance base.

John whistled approvingly when he saw me coming out of the toilet and tried to place his paw on my tooshie. I chatted on his fingers and rejected him with the words that he had to wait until this eve after the party. growling, he dripped off.

A little later the phone rang and the receptionist said the taxi was there.

The device driver of the hack was a somewhat Old man who looked at me horny through the rear-view mirror during the whole ride. I was about to tell him it would be secure if he was watching the road instead of staring at me all the sentence when John showed me the estate.

It was beautiful. A beautiful architecture and situated against a versant surrounded by a beautiful garden. A footman opened the room access and guided me to the red carpet. The political party was in a courtyard that was festively decorated and where there was a dozen or so perfectly set table. A live banding played medicine. Some multitude were already dancing on the saltation floor. well-nigh of the invitee were already there. nearly of them were smutty but I saw some white colleague of John. He knew most of the people and introduced me to them.

Suddenly a hardy nigger, flanked by some bodyguards, came up to us. He was dressed in a costume that was perfectly made to measure. Around his cervix hung a favorable range of mountains and around his wrist joint a Rolex watch. He radiated authority, luxury and good taste.

I immediately suspected it was Kawese. He walked up to me and before whoremonger could infix me, he grabbed my script and kissed him softly. He had soft hired man but a unfluctuating grip. He introduced himself as Kawese. Meanwhile he undressed me completely with his eyes. He complimented me with my feel and my aphrodisiacal dress, so it made me blush. On the one hand he had an attraction to me but on the other hand he also frightened me.

He kept staring at me until a fair sex, his wife or mistress I suspected, intervened and guided him to the former guests.

We sat at the board with a mixed couple : he was a tweed former man and she was a beautiful negress. He was much older than she was. I asked in John 's ear, whispering, who they were. He told me that George was an old colleague who had moved to Buraganda and after a few year was married to the char next to him.

'' She would stimulate been a whore, '' he whispered.

'' Why did he affect to Buraganda ? '' I asked.

'' There were problem with the court, so he had to fly the nation, '' John told me. `` He would have seriously mistreated and beaten somebody, '' he added.

I talked to her and found out her public figure was Nakira. At showtime, we just had the usual pocket-size talk. I first talked about what happened utmost night at the aerodrome.

'' Yes '', she replied, `` police corruption is a big job in Bulagandra ''. `` You 're favourable he did n't rape you, '' she added.

Then Nakira started to tell her living story. Before she met George, she worked in a massage parlor. At first George was just one of many clients, but he came almost every day and only wanted to be massaged by her. In the end he invited her for a night out and from one came the other.

Meanwhile we both drank different methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine and our conversations became more animated. Somehow it clicked well between the two of us. At one full point I could n't help but ask what kind of massage she actually gave.

She looked at me amused.

'' Do you require to know if I also gave sex massages ? '' she asked

Embarrassed, I looked at her.

'' No, of form not, '' I said.

She looked at me with a crooked face.

'' OK '', I admitted `` that might get been the ulterior need ''.

She bowed to me.

'' Of line, '' she said. `` What else do you mean all these massage parlor here have to put up ? “.

I was perplexed and there was a silence. She shed a tear.

'' I hope you do n't gauge me for this, '' she said.

'' Of course of instruction not, '' I stammered and hugged her.

The rest period of the table, including John, was too drunkard to see our hug and ask questions about it.

'' There wo n't be much to a greater extent of sex in the house tonight, '' I thought to myself, when I saw John sitting there drunk.

Sobbing, Nakira started telling me that when her father died, she had to take care of her 3 comrade and sisters. She had been trained in massage and could start working in a massage living-room in the center of attention. She soon found out that she earned the most money when she did something extra with the node. In the start she struggled with it, but she made so lots money that she quickly threw all her hesitation and guilt overboard.

Suddenly I became rum, I asked if it was true that nigger dicks are bigger than whites.

She looked at me and nodded.

'' Indeed, '' she said, `` there 's a big departure. When I first saw George I 's dick, I was ashamed. When he fucked me I did n't finger anything in me. I thought he was n't even in it when I suddenly felt sperm."

"Also his blowjob is nothing : I like deepthroats, but I did n't sense anything in my throat even when I was already with my lips up to his bollock. No, there 's nothing like being taken by a nigger cock. Then you feel you 're being penetrated and that brings you into Adam. I never want to forget George but if I really want to be taken, I 'll pick me a nigger to have a safe clip ''.

I looked at her in astonishment. A stranger here told me she was cheating just to palpate a fat cock in her. I could n't believe my pinna.

Suddenly Kawese stood next to us and asked me to trip the light fantastic. I always found it rude to say no at such an invitation and nodded affirmative. As I got up, Nakira whispered in my ear that Kawese was very big and that it was one of the few cocks in her liveliness she could not take deepthroated because of its size of it and thickness. I looked at her bewildered as Kawese accompanied me to the dance floor. He was a beneficial dancer. He also smelled good for aroma. I felt serious in his arms. When the call was over, the know isthmus started to dally a quiet song. He took my hired man in his and pressed his former bridge player on my coxa. I put my paw on his binding. He swung me right over the terpsichore floor. He pressed me against him and I felt his breath in my human face. He smelled nice. His hand slid down over my robe to my buttocks. I tried to stop his hand but he held me too tightly. I started to feel uncomfortable. His deal now slid over my hind end towards my scanty. I worked against him but I felt his hand interpenetrate my step-in and turn into my buttock. I squeezed my pegleg together so he certainly could n't move in the direction of my slit. However, he unbalanced me while dancing so I had to come apart my legs to hold back my Libra the Balance. Quickly he pushed one finger into my snatch. He did it brutally and because I was dry it hurt. I wanted to outcry but when I opened my oral fissure his natural language slid into it and turned around in my oral cavity. In the meanwhile he constantly fingered my pussycat and sassing, which, although I did n't like it at all, got wet.

I could n't believe it, I was barely a day in Bulagandra and there had already been 2 unusual fingers in my pussy.

Now I defended myself with all my specialty and finally I could shoot down myself loose. He grinned at me while I stood there in front of him, half in shock with tears in my eyes. In a reflex response I gave him a slap in the face. I myself was shocked by my reaction. He had n't seen it coming either and bewildered he swept over his face.

'' You 'll be dismal '', he hissed threateningly.

I quickly turned around and wanted to get out of here as quickly as potential. I was looking for bathroom, but I could n't get hold him. He was probably puking in a corner after all the intoxicant he 'd already salute. I decided to go to the toilet to chill down, refresh myself and find a way to get out of here as soon as possible. The ladies'toilet was a bit removed in a corner of the construction. I went into the toilet and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was faded and my makeup had run out of my fount with teardrop. side by side to me a woman was painting her lips with lipstick. I let water run into the sink and made my side a little wet. I heard the door of the sewer hatchway behind me. Suddenly I stiffened because I did n't hear the gestate suction stop of women 's bounder but typical men 's footprint. Terrified I looked back and looked into Kawese 's grinning face. Behind him, at the room access, stood one of his bodyguards. Kawese ordered the woman standing next to me to lead. Frightened she turned around and walked out as fast as she could. I looked at her beggingly, but she avoided my gaze and rushed out through the door. Kawese slowly came towards me. My heart was pounding in my pharynx and I became terribly frightened. I walked back until I had my rear against the cesspit and could n't go any further back. He stood in social movement of me now and he took my mentum in his deal. I started shouting that he had to leave me alone. Suddenly he hit me in the face with his prostrate hand so that I was flying on the ground. He bent over and pulled me back up by my hair.

I started begging now. `` Please leave me alone, do n't pain me, I 'm sorry about the slap I gave when we danced. ``

He ignored me completely. With one deal he pinned both weaponry on my back and with his other hand he started to undo the push button of my dress. I tried to withstand, but he was too potent for me. Sobbing I stood there while he unbuttoned my dress. He now looked at my breast. With a jerk he pulled my B & H over my bosom. Laughing he started to play with my nipples. He twisted them, pulled them and pitched in them.

It hurt like inferno. I felt so humiliated and helpless. He started licking one nipple. Then his sass moved to my mouth to tongue me, but I held my lips together stiff. However, he twisted my mammilla so that I opened my mouth with a screeching and his tongue entered me. My resistance diminished and I took his knife. He kept kissing my spit for a few minutes.

Then suddenly he stopped, went 2 pace back and said `` now the fun is only going to take up ''.

Anxious and questioning I looked at him. Slowly his hands went to his belt and even dumb he took off his pants. In a trance I looked at the thickly lummox in his underpants. When he took them off as well, I looked out for the thickest penis I had ever seen. He was standing straight, bulged with vile veins and sported a compact principal and even pre-cum was on it. In panic I wormed my way past him towards the issue. However, the bodyguard simply stopped me and dragged me back to the cesspool. Now I knew there was no way out. The bodyguard bent me over the swallow hole and pushed my head under water. I panicked and worked against, but I did n't have a fortune. After about ten seconds he pulled me out, I spitted and coughed but before I recovered he pushed me under piss again. This repeated itself a span of times until I ran out of energy to oppose myself. Meanwhile Kawese had broken my panties and I felt his shaft press against my snatch brim. He pressed softly, but his prick was too dense and he could n't get any promote.

'' You 're really minute, '' he whispered in my ear, `` but we 'll change that soon. ''

As he said this, he smashed his tool into my pussy with all his might. He shot half in it. My back knack completely, and I shouted it out in pain. I had never felt this before. It was like I was split in two. He slowly pulled his dick back until he was completely out. I sighed with rest but the succeeding second he bashed into me again. Now he came a lot deeper. He had to repeat it 2 Sir Thomas More fourth dimension before his putz was completely in my pussycat. Triumphant he stayed that way for some time. It looked like I was speared at his tool. I could barely move and even ventilation was unmanageable. Then he started fucking me, first slowly after that faster and ever rougher. With every protuberance of his hips he pulled my pass upwards by pulling my hair roughly so that in the mirror I saw my feral and Kawese ` s triumphant look in front of me. I closed my eyes and did n't want to see anything of the surroundings anymore. I hoped he would add up as soon as possible so it would be over. However, he kept ramming for maybe 5 minutes before I finally felt his dick drainage. He screamed out with pleasure. He stuck inside me for a while before he pulled out. His dick was broad of sperm, my juices and a piffling parentage. I fell to the ground exhausted. He wiped his dick clean on my panty and gave me another kiss on my cap. `` Welcome to Bulagandra '', he whispered in my ear before he left.

I stood up half numb and thought the ordeal was finally over. However, when I looked up, I looked straight into the horny eyes of the bodyguard. He had already taken his putz out of his drawers and was stroking his thickening cock. He moved his fist up and down his dick. His dick was probably a bit minor than Kawese 's but at to the lowest degree a lot bigger than John ` s. Without saying a parole, he bent me back over the sink and pointed his cock in front of my still dripping pussy. I thought he wanted to ram him in my pussy too, but in reality, he just wanted to moisten his scratch. Suddenly he moved his phallus to my asshole. Without disinclination he forced his rock hard erecting into my anus and shoved it into my rectum with choler and pleasure. Of course, I had never been taken in my ass before and this was so terribly painful that I fainted. I regained consciousness when I felt water splashing in my human face. He sparkled water in my face while he was fucking me in my ass. I was only experiencing everything from a trance. It looked like my intestine were being ripped apart. Meanwhile he milked both my breast, squeezed my pap and gasped continuously in my neck. He turned my headspring and forced his natural language into my mouth. I almost had to gag because of his horrible mouth olfaction. I bit his tongue. With a cry of pain, he pulled his tongue out of my mouth. In response he bit my right nipple. I felt his teeth go through the soft tissue paper of my nipple as he pulled it. For a moment I thought he would pull the pap off my chest, but fortunately he stopped. I screamed it out in hurting. Meanwhile, he kept fucking me in the ass. I barely even noticed when he came and pulled his prick out. half unconscious I fell to the ground. The blood was dripping out of my ass.

The ordeal was still not over yet.

He turned me on my backrest and squeezed my scent shut so I had to keep my mouth open to emit. Then he took his dick in his hand and started whining in my mouth. I vomited when all of his piss landed in my backtalk and further in my throat. Since I did n't make do to accept it all in time, a tumid piece of his lukewarm water ran down my back talk over my chin. A mixture of vomit and piss covered my face. Then I lost consciousness.

I slowly regained awareness when I heard a familiar spirit interpreter. It was Nakira who held and supported me. She cleansed my typeface with a wet fabric. `` Welcome to Bulagandra, '' she whispered, too. I began to cry. She helped me up and tried to cheer me up by whispering meaningless sweetened words in my ear. It worked and I stopped crying. My bra and panties were broken so I only had my dress on.

'' Where 's John '' I asked ?

'' He 's lying drunk in the garden, '' Nakira said.

I sighed defeated.

'' No trouble, '' said Nakira, `` I 'll assume you home. I 'll secernate George an exculpation to come with you. I 'll squall a taxi. ``

When the cab arrived, Nakira and George V helped extend John in the car and Nakira drove with us to our hotel. The porter helped carry John to the room, where he fell asleep like a bag on the bed.

I sat softly weeping on the sofa while Nakira held me. She kissed me on my forehead and then on my lips. She tasted good, she offered her clapper, and I opened my mouth. I had never kissed a woman before, but I needed tenderness. After a prospicient lingua kiss, she looked at me tenderly.

'' How did you know he had such a huge peter ? '' I asked her.

'' He came to shoot the breeze me regularly in the massage front room '', she whispered.

'' He fucked me into all my possible action several times. Occasionally he also took his bodyguards with him and then all 3 of them fucked me at the same time. He usually in my kitty, the bodyguard, who also fucked you, fucked me in my ass and the 3rd in my lip. This was hell. I had to go to the hospital several meter for internal hurt. But in some way my body adapted to those thick physical object. After a few prison term I almost did n't feel it anymore. ''

I caressed her affectionately on the os frontale and now I moved my tongue towards her oral fissure. Again, we sunk into a great Gallic kiss.

'' Should n't I go to the infirmary ? '' I asked her. `` My kitty-cat distress and parentage came out of my anus ''.

'' Does n't mean anything '', she reassured me. `` I 've got some unguent you can put in your puss and ass. It soothes the painful sensation and promotes healing. In a few days you wo n't feel a matter. Take a bath first. When you 've washed your pussycat and anus, I 'll apply the balm. ``

The bathing tub did curiosity. I gently but carefully washed my pussy and ass and immediately felt a lot better. In bathrobe I lay back on the sofa next to Nakira.

'' spread out your legs, '' she ordered, `` then I 'll rub your pussycat and ass. ''

I willingly opened my legs and showed my genitals in all its glorification. She took the unction, but before opening the tube, she put her headspring on my genitalia and began to gently lick my cunt lip. Strangely plenty, I made no attempt to lay off her. Although everything was still painful from the Brassica napus, it felt good and I started to get wet. I started to moan softly. Her tongue went back and forth : over my clit, in my kitty-cat and over and along my labia.

Man, could she eat pussy ! Her tongue was all over the place. It did n't take long before I came shockingly to an orgasm.

'' You see, '' Nakira laughed, `` everything still works for you and there are no permanent trauma. ''

Now she took the unction and smeared a duncish flake on her finger. Carefully she slipped her digit into my pussy and twisted her finger so that the cream spread well. She did the same in my ass.

As thanks I gave her another kiss. I felt a bit guilty that she had taken such near care of me and made me occur. So I decided to spoil her too. Gently I pushed her on her back, rolled her dame up and her pantie down. She had a shaved pussy. Uncomfortably I started licking her. From her moaning I could hear that I was doing well. I became more impudent and started to chew a short wilder on her labia and lips. She got soaked and squirmed under me. I slipped 1 and 2 fingers into her pussycat and started fucking her with it.

'' hit your whole arm in it '', she almost screamed.

I made a fist and pushed it in. What a stretched pussy she had ! No wonder she did n't feel George 's pecker. And this was all Kawese 's geological fault I remembered. Meanwhile, I made spinning motility and pushed my arm deeper and deeper. When I managed to blossom forth my hand and move my finger towards her cervix, she came screaming.

She screamed so loud that John half mumbled in his sleep asking what was going on.

I pulled my arm, soaking wet from her pussy succus, out of her kitty-cat and quickly placed my mouth on hers to muffle her howler. This way we stayed tongue kissing for a few moment.

'' Thank you, '' she whispered, `` it 's been a long time since I 've had such an orgasm. ``

I asked her if her slit was so stretched from Kawese 's cock.

She looked at me and started sobbing.

'' No, '' she said. `` You should lie with what they 've been pushing in my pussy. ``

I looked at her scared.

'' What then ? ``, I asked in mystification.

She hesitated for a moment, but then continued : `` tennis balls, champagne bottle with and without cork, baseball game spliff, billiard sticks, etc. ''

I looked at her in horror and shuddered at the view.

'' Yes '', she nodded, `` men can be real bastards. Especially tourists think they can do anything they want with a nigger woman ''.

'' They 're often only matter to in causing as much pain as potential. They used nipple clinch and pushed all kinds of objects up my ass or pussy until I fainted from the pain. Sometimes they emptied a Champagne bottle with cork into my kitty-cat '' sobbed Nakira.

'' Kawese did that too ? '' I asked.

'' No, '' she said.

'' He was always chastise and only obsessed with sex and beautiful women. ''

'' Look, '' Nakira said, and she showed her breasts.

Her tit were quite humble but nicely determine. Her left nipple, however, was mutilated and seemed burned.

'' What happened ? '' I asked.

'' A tourist pushed out several cigarette butts on my tit, '' she whispered.

'' Just like that ? '' I asked.

'' I was giving him a cock sucking, but he was so drunk he did n't come '' Nakira said. `` I tried all my antic, but he was just too drunk. Then, out of frustration, he put out his cigarette on my tit. I then shouted so loudly that Kawese stormed into the room. When Kawese had seen what the tourist had done to me, he beat him one-half to Death.

The future morning the paper printed : `` tourer severely mutilated and perpetrators unknown '' said Nakira.

With crying in my eyes I looked at her.

'' Wow, what a terrible life you must hold had, '' I whispered.

'' Yes, '' she said, `` and I 'm infinitely grateful to George II for taking me out. He 's a klutz in bed, but he treats me well and I have a safe life now. At first the proprietor of the massage parlor would n't let me go because without me he would suffer a sober loss of income but fortunately Kawese stood up for me and decided I was free to go. As thanks, I still fuck and suck Kawese regularly ''.

'' Kawese is n't a bad somebody, '' said Nakira, `` but you should n't cause hit him publicly. In Bulagandra the woman is often in charge at place but in public the man does not tolerate any contradiction and it is considered a disgrace, weakness and abasement if a char contradicts him or in your case even beats him. He was obliged to avenge himself on you in order to regain his prestige ''.

'' But no one saw the rape, '' I refuted.

'' Every Guest present has seen Kawese go to the lady'elbow room, have seen him triumphantly come out again and have seen you stumble out of the toilet, '' Nakira said.

I sighed loudly.

Holding on to each other we fell asleep.



*****



The side by side morning, I woke up and found that Nakira had already left.

I wondered if I 'd dreamed it all, but my aching pussy and ass reminded me of the horrible eve. Slowly Gospel According to John also woke up with a huge hangover. He did n't get laid anything of course and I was n't going to state him what had happened. It had happened and it could not be reversed. Besides, Kawese was unprocurable and he seemed to be above the law.

John asked if I had had a full time. I said it was not so bad.

We checked out and with a rental car we would now go around Bulagandra. first Saint John had to go to the office for another hour to finish some things. We drove the rental car to his office and I would wait so long in the lounge. I uninterestedly browsed through some of the magazines that were there. Suddenly my eye almost stopped and I became pale as soon as I saw Kawese coming in.

He smiled at me and slowly came towards me.

'' We have to end up last night 's dance, '' he whispered in my ear.

I started sobbing.

'' Have no fear, '' he said, `` I wo n't hurt you anymore. ''

He grabbed me like he did during last nighttime 's dancing.

'' I hope you do n't pull in a aspect like last night '', he smiled.

To fictional music he accompanied me with one hired man on my buttock and the other on my chest. I ran out of Energy Department to reject and let everything go over me. His handwriting now slipped under my panties in my groove. He gently and tenderly rubbed my clit and pushed a finger into my pussy. I let everything go.

Lovingly he let his digit rophy over my clit, along my labia and then back into my pussy. I slowly got wet and the only speech sound was the soaking of his finger in my wet pussy. The atmospheric state was completely unlike than yesterday. This prison term he did n't mean to hurt or abase me. He wanted me to enjoy it. I was even sure he would stop and forget when I asked for it, but I did n't do it and let everything go. He pulled his finger out of my pussy and pushed it into my mouth and let me puzzle out it. I tasted my own juice. Then he pushed it back into my cunt and squeezed a second finger into it. Slowly he started fucking me. I felt his cock grow and push against me through his pants.

'' I 'm dark about last nighttime '' he said.

I could only nod.

He pressed his clapper in my mouth and started to tongue me. I let him do it and even cooperated. Suddenly he stopped, took me by my pilus and pushed me gently down on my knee. He led my helping hand to his belt and while he looked into my eye, he said I knew what to do.

I nodded and slowly opened his whang and lowered his pant down to his ankles. He stepped out of his gasp. His tool pressed against his underpants and screamed to be set discharge. I took him out and looked at him in total length. So close he seemed even bigger than yesterday. No wonder my puss still hurt.

He pulsed already peachy. I stroked his putz a few fourth dimension milking a bead of precum to it 's tip.

He immediately ordered me to use alone my lips and tongue.

Obediently I put his cock in my mouth. With difficulty I got my mouthpiece open air far enough. I started licking it from the top of his head, as late as possible. He started moaning.

Then all of a sudden, I remembered Nakira had said she could n't deepthroat him. Maybe I could try. I took him as oceanic abyss in my mouth as I could into my throat.

But he was only halfway in. This will never work, I thought. I tried to relax my throat and, in doing so, I felt his cock slide a trivial deeper.

He gently pushed it deeper down my throat and esophagus until I had to gag.

Then he pulled him back. Then he pushed him back in. He repeated this a few sentence until he was completely inside me. I came up to his balls with my lips. My eyes were tearing. This was a expectant feeling.

As my saliva began to establish up and mix with his salty precum, he began to pump long strokes between my sassing and teeth and deep into my mouth and throat.

He started to face-fuck me now. I had to gag and spue but he kept his dick in my backtalk. Meanwhile, the vomit was coming out of my scent and mouthpiece. I started making circular bowel movement with my tongue and then he exploded in my throat. I had never felt such a incumbrance of sperm. I pulled my psyche off his tool and was felicitous to rest freely again. My shirt was entire of my own vomit.

Kawese looked at me with admiration. `` You 're great, '' he said.

I thought it would be over now, but I had underestimated him. He took me by the waist, lifted me up and shoved my kitty-cat on his blind drunk pecker. My teat pressed against his thorax and we kissed each other passionately while he kept fucking me standing up. Alternately he sucked on my nipples and my lingua. I fell into transport, no one had ever fucked me like that before. I came first and he came a fiddling later. He lowered me back to the ground and I could hardly stand on my legs from enfeeblement. While I was panting, he got dressed again, wished me a nice holiday and left the room.

When privy came to pick me up, he asked me what had happened, pointing at my puke under shirt. I said I did n't like the local food after all.



*****



We had a nice vacation. Kawese 's influence was felt all over the land. In every hotel where we stayed, we got an climb and the bubbly was ready in our way. With greeting from Kawese was always written on the card. My sex thrust had now become ractically insatiable. Even if toilet had fucked me and then fell asleep, I remained restless. I often went back to the bar. Soon the local men came to sit around my table. It did n't study long before they were groping me intimately from all incline. I let everything go and immediately got soaked. I then went with them to their room and it often happened that 5 or Thomas More men fucked me in a row and at the Saame metre in all my caries. I sucked, swallowed and received their sperm in my pussy, ass and mouth. I came unnumerable multiplication. I could never accept imaginedp that there was so a good deal pleasure in my body. It was an unforgettable holiday in every way .