I woke up to the most pleasant sounds: that of a woman being fucked. That, I thought, had to be Jason, but the girl does not sound familiar, must be somebody new. I lay there for a while, entertaining a thought of going and joining them, and then decided against it. When I am fucking a new girl, I want her to be all mine. I don’t mind getting sloppy seconds, but there’s time for threesomes and gang bangs, and there’s time for good old-fashioned fucking.
My name is Hassan Mustafa. I was born and raised in Philadelphia, PA, but thanks to a Turkish father and a Greek mom, I look like I just stepped out of Arabian Nights, where I was one of the Forty Thieves. Some girls love it, some get scared. I like the ones that do both, and many of Jason’s freshly fucked ladies fit the bill. We are friends and roommates, and we like to share – I bring in the young party girls and an occasional adventurous housewife, and he gets us naïve out of town visitors and shy but horny girls from the Internet.
I hear Jason walk past my room, heading for the bathroom. I get up and walk into the living room, dressed only in my Speedo’s.
The girl startles when she sees me. She is a nice-looking lady: big, soft and pale, just how I like them.
I stand in the middle of the room, looking at her. She sits on the couch, trying to cover her pale nakedness with her hands and a strategically placed pillow.
“Beautiful lady,” – I say, smiling at her, assuming the thick accent of my Exotic Lover persona – “Mustafa like. What your name, beautiful lady?”
“Christine,” – she says, her eyes darting around, probably looking for Jason coming back, but always returning to the bulge in my Speedo’s.
I look around, following one of her furtive glances, and see her skirt and blouse on the floor where Jason took them off her. I kick them away casually with my bare foot as I approach the lovely Christine.
“Christine got fucked, yes?” – I ask, sitting down next to her and putting my hand on her white round knee. She tries to press deeper into the couch, shutting her eyes as if willing the whole situation to disappear. I slide my hand up her thigh, feeling how soft and pliable her skin is. She whimpers, but remains still as my fingers travel up her leg and grab a generous fold of her lower belly.
“You answer when Mustafa talk to you, yes?” – I ask her, squeezing her belly fold firmly between my fingers and thumb.
“Yes,” – she says in a small timid voice, – “Yes, I got fucked.”
“Come to Mustafa,” – I growl, grabbing Christine around the waist and pulling her roughly to me, lifting her face up and kissing her on the mouth. She whimpers into the kiss and tries to push me away, but I hold her tight. My tongue invades her hot mouth, and my dick presses hard against her soft plump belly. I move my hand down and grab her large round ass, squeezing it, feeling the soft dimples of cellulite quiver under my fingers. She whimpers again, but her arms are not pressing against my chest quite as hard.
I release Christine, grab her hand and press it against my dick. She gives a small gasp, but does not pull away immediately. Her small soft hand massages my dick through my Speedo’s for a few seconds before she realizes what she is doing. She looks up at me with her large blue eyes, pleadingly and tries to reason with me.
“Please, sir… Mustafa… please just let me get dressed. I… I like you, I really do, but… your roommate just took advantage of me, I am not really that kind of girl, please, I just got lost… I want to go back to my hotel now…”
She is so cute and helpless, standing naked in front of me, not even trying to cover her lush white body anymore, begging me not to take advantage of her, that I am reminded of the time I got to fuck a virgin bride five days before her wedding. That thought causes my erection to become almost painful, and I have to take my dick out. It springs at Christine like an attacking cobra, striking her lower belly. I watch all hope drain from her lovely face.
“That your answer,” – I say, – “Come to Hotel Mustafa now.”
“Mustafa fuck you again.” – I say in a tone that does not allow for a retort. I stand up and take the pillow away from Christine, who is now completely naked in front of me. She opens her eyes to look up at me pleadingly, but she is clearly distracted by the bulge in my Speedo’s, now considerably bigger.
“Mustafa fuck you good,” – I say as I take her by the soft upper arm and make her stand up. She looks around again, probably looking for Jason to appear and rescue her, still trying to cover her large, soft, milky-white tits and pussy with her arms and hands. She is scared, but I can tell by her blushing cheeks that she is getting excited again.
I grab her by the wrist and drag her after me, naked and stumbling, and resigned to her fate.
I close the door and sit back on my couch, my dick sticking up. Without prompting, the plump beauty kneels down between my feet and takes my cock in her mouth. She starts sucking it, not very skillfully, but earnestly. Now and then she looks up at me as if asking if she is doing a good job. I smile and nod, and give her a little encouraging pat on the cheek.
“Get up,” – I order after I feel she’d sucked me enough, – “Turn around.”
Christine’s fat, white, round ass is right in front of my face. It sags a little, but that just illustrates the softness. I grab the dimpled cheeks; slap them, squeeze them, and pull them apart to reveal a tight little asshole and a glistening pink gorge of Christine’s pussy. She whimpers. I pull her ass down, making her sit on my dick. As she feels the head of my cock press against her pussy, she gasps – my dick is slightly larger than Jason’s, and I suspect that Jason’s was the largest one she’s ever had before.
“Little Mustafa stretch you,” – I say as I move my hips upwards and bury all nine inches of Little Mustafa in Little Christine. The big Christine cries out. I pull her shoulders towards me, making her arch her back, and she starts moving, jumping up and down on my cock, moaning and gasping. My hands roam all over her soft fat body: I squeeze her belly and sides, pinch her thighs, then grab her by her fat white tits and start kneading them, hard enough to hurt her, twisting and pinching her nipples. She cries out in pain, but continues jerking her hips up and down, grinding them into me, skewering herself on my rigid cock.
“Get off,” – I slap her on the ass, and she get off me, lowering herself to the couch, her small pudgy hand immediately going to rub her pussy.
“Please,” – she moans, – “Please, I almost came.”
“You want Mustafa fuck you more,” – I smile, – “you horny girl.”
“Yes,” – she is quick and eager to agree with me, – “Yes. Please.”
I push her back, pull her legs up and apart, and slap my dick on her pussy a couple of times. Christine moans with each slap and shifts her hips, trying to catch my cock with her pussy. I place my hand on her soft white throat, choking her slightly as I start to fuck her again. Her tits are jumping up and down and her fat while belly is shaking and jiggling and rippling like a big pile of milk jelly. I grab her lower belly and squeeze it hard as I increase my pace.
Christine’s arms are spread wide, the fat on her upper arms shaking and jiggling like the rest of her, her small hands gripping the couch upholstery. Her eyes are unfocused and empty as she starts jerking and convulsing in a powerful orgasm. I almost cum at the same time with her: it takes all of my willpower to take my cock out right after Christine cums.
She lies there in front of me, her soft fat body relaxed after what had been done to her, breathing heavily, her pretty blue eyes still not fully focused, and a tiny smile playing on her lips. Her copious juices had leaked down to the crack of her ass; her inner thighs are glistening wet. “What excellent lube,” – I think to myself.
I shift Christine’s limp, relaxed body up a bit, rest her ankles on my shoulders and spread her soft fat ass cheeks. Her tight little asshole is all wet with her pussy juice (and, I suspect, some of Jason’s leftover cum). I start rubbing the head of my cock against it, and the lovely fat girl startles in alarm, her large blue eyes opening suddenly wide.
“Wha… what are you doing?”
She is so adorable. Like she does not know what I am doing.
“Mustafa want this asshole,” – I say, and shove my cock a bit harder against the orifice in question, – “Mustafa fuck you Turkey way now.”
“Oh no,” – Christine tries to wiggle away, to escape somehow, but she is weak, especially after spending the last hour and a half being thoroughly fucked by two men in a row, and moreover, she knows full well that she has nowhere to go and nobody to help her. But she still tries, – “Oh, no, no, no, no, no, please no!”
I lift her left tit by the nipple; let it drop then slap it hard. She squeals with pain, and that serves to distract her from the thought of a big hairy Turk violating her virginal white ass. I do the same to her other tit and push harder, feeling Christine’s tight little asshole giving way under my pressure, opening to let my dick through.
My pretty anal virgin screams as I shove my dick deep into her colon and start to fuck it slowly and rhythmically.
“No, please no,” – she cries, but I don’t pay any attention to her pitiful pleading and continue to sodomize this pretty young woman. She stops screaming and just moans, tilting her head and trying to watch my dick going into her asshole. I don’t know how much she can see from that position: her belly must get in the way. She looks fascinated, however.
“Mustafa fuck your ass, yes,” – I say, grabbing her tits and squeezing them roughly, – “You like Mustafa fuck your ass.”
Christine closes her eyes and I feel her hips move slightly to meet mine. She is starting to enjoy this.
“Oh my God, I am such a dirty slut,” – she mutters as she begins playing with her pussy and rubbing her clit, and then opens her eyes wide and looks into mine, with lusty abandon in her blue stare.
“Oh, fuck my ass, Mustafa, fuck this dirty slut ass, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!” – she screams at me, and her hips move faster, her fat body jiggling, and her hand rubs frantically at her clit. She’s about to cum again, as much from me fucking her ass and her playing with her pussy as from being such a dirty slut, humiliated, used and abused by strangers, and liking it.
“Mustafa take dick out your ass, put in your mouth, yes,” – I tell her, sticking two fingers into her mouth and moving them back and forth in it, as if I were fucking it.
She lets out a moaning scream and starts cumming, flailing her fat white arms and stiffening her legs around my waist. It almost looks like a seizure. The only other woman I’ve seen cum this hard was a thirty-something single mother of two, who believed it was naughty to masturbate and who hadn’t had an orgasm for two years.
I take my cock out of Christine’s ass with a pop, and, true to my word, move up to the sofa, almost sitting on the young fat woman’s big pillow-like tits, and slap my cock against her lips. She swallows and closes her eyes again, but opens her pink little mouth obediently and starts sucking on my cock. I seize the back of her head and start fucking her face, forcing my dick all the way in until it hits the back of her throat, making the plump beauty choke and gag, and squeal in muffled protest. After pumping it a few times I cum hard, filling Christine’s mouth.
“Eat it,” – I order, – “You eat Mustafa seed, slut.”
The fat girl swallows it all obediently, and then collapses on the couch. She is drenched with sweat and her own juices, but my couch has seen worse.
“Get up, girl,” – I say, dropping the phoney accent, and slap the fat girl’s jiggly thigh, – “go take a shower. We aren’t done with you yet.”
I meet Jason in the hallway as Christine scurries into the bathroom. We exchange wide grins and share a hi-five.
We got ourselves a nice new toy to play with.
THE END
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