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Superb update brother ❤️❤️❤️Willing to do anything by now, I didn't hesitate as I begged, "God yes, shove that big cock up my ass and double penetrate me!"
He slid his cock inside my ass, an intense pain coursing through me, as it was way bigger than any of the three from last summer. "Oh God!" I screamed.
"Oh fuck, she's so tight," he groaned, as his cock slowly filled my ass.
"So big," I groaned back, as his cock just kept reaching new depths in my asshole.
"Time to make her air tight," someone said, as he shoved a cock into my open mouth.
I always thought I was a good multi-tasker, but this was a major challenge. I tried to bob on his cock, as the two men in my other holes began fucking me.
Pain.
Followed by pleasure.
Followed by rapture!!
I floated in what seemed a timeless ecstasy as a third orgasm swam through me and I got a load deposited in my ass, another in my cunt and two more drizzled over my face.
Exhausted, I was pulled onto my knees before being coated with a few more loads over the next few minutes.
"Welcome to the club," someone said, after I don't even know what number load... twentieth? Fortieth? covered me.
"Thank you," I said, emerging from my waking reverie and mentally re-entering the room as I scooped some cum off my face, as I felt someone fasten something around my neck.
"You earned this, Alia," a deep male voice said. "Wear it with pride."
"Yes, sir, thank you, sir," I submissively agreed, even though I had no idea what it was... other than obviously a choker of some sort, probably leather.
I scooped the cum from my eyes, and finally after at least half an hour of keeping them closed, I opened them.
Not far across the room a woman, naked but for soiled black stockings, was sucking a cock while stroking another, and that was it. Everyone else was gone.
I weakly got up and spotted a bathroom. I trudged over to it, feeling completely spent.
In the bathroom, I looked in the mirror: I was a complete mess.
I couldn't believe how slutty I looked.
I couldn't believe all I had just done.
I couldn't believe, even as cum was still trickling down my legs, how I still wanted more.
My black shirt was also coated with cum... looking very like a black and white polka-dot shirt.
I looked in the mirror at my choker. It displayed a tasteful gold-coloured plate with an engraving which I managed to read in reverse to find myself heralded as a 'Black Cock Slut'.
I shook my head at the dubious honorific as I began to clean up.
Suddenly a toilet flushed and a girl around my age walked out of one of the stalls a moment later and began prattling nonstop, "Oh, it's you! I haven't seen you before, but I've got to tell you that was such an amazingly hot performance! I thought I was a real whore for black cocks, but now I feel like a virgin compared to the way you took them all! I mean the enthusiasm... the way you worshipped them... like your life depended on it! It made me so wet!"
I felt mortified by her words, even as she was now standing directly in front of me.
She added, "Hold on, there's some cum left on the corner of your mouth! May I?"
Before I had time to respond, she had leaned in and licked it off my mouth before giving me a brief kiss.
Stunned, but fresh out of inhibitions, I kissed her back.
She then said, "I hope we'll see each other again, you filthy black cock slut you! I would love to double team with you sometime!"
She slapped my ass in a friendly way and bounced out, as I stood there completely stunned.
Had I just been insulted or worshipped?
I finished cleaning myself off.
I went back out into what I guess was called the Bukkake Room, found my jean shorts and shoes and sheepishly headed out as someone said, "Hope to see you back here, Alia."
I responded, knowing I couldn't resist coming back, "You definitely will."
I was going to call a taxi, but my bus was just pulling up to the curb, as if it had been summoned to be my designated escape vehicle.
I climbed onto it and the bus driver gave me a look.
I got a few more looks; obviously people could see all the dried cum on my shirt and nylons and matting my hair.
I was so embarrassed, yet, believe it or not, still horny.
When I got home, I had hoped to avoid Disha, but she was lying on the couch, obviously waiting for me to return home.
She gave me a long look up and down, then a long knowing smile, then she finally asked, "How was The Pit?"
"What?" I asked, astounded she would know I'd been there. "How..."
"How do I know? To someone who's been there herself it's pretty obvious," she said, standing up and walking over to me, still with a wide smile on her face as she placed a finger on my choker and read, pausing between each word, "Black... Cock... Slut."
"Oh God!" I blurted out, realizing I'd never removed the choker from my neck.
"I have one myself," she smiled.
I scrambled for a quick lie, "Oh, that was just a stupid joke that we did with the girls."
Disha dshrugged, "Sure it was. You can thank me now."
"For what?" I asked.
"For helping you to stop being a prude," she said.
"What?" I asked, not catching on.
"For setting you up," she explained cryptically, but handing me the flyer.
I took it and suddenly caught on. "You made this?"
"I did," she admitted, looking proud of yourself.
"Oh... my... God," I gasped.
She placed her hands on my shoulders and unexpectedly guided me to my knees.
I was so weak and baffled that I allowed it.
She raised her skirt, revealing her shaved pussy, "I'm not black, but I'm proud. Now get licking, you little prudish slut."
"Disha, I...." I began to protest.
She just grabbed my head and shoved it into her pussy.
Exhausted, but also suddenly entranced by her unique scent, I began licking Disha's fragrant, irresistible pussy, one that tasted a lot better than the girl's in the Italian hostel who had been a smoker.
As I did, she moaned, "There is a new patriarchy here, Alia. The good news is it isn't male dominated. No, from now on you'll dine from the cum-slut patriarchy: mine, my sluts', my boyfriends', and your new favourite delicacy, Big... Black... Cock."
I couldn't help but smile, even as I licked and undoubtedly stepped into a new habit as a regular between my roommate's legs, I was indeed 'Fucking the Patriarchy', although not as I had ever imagined.
THE END...................
Awesome Bro...Willing to do anything by now, I didn't hesitate as I begged, "God yes, shove that big cock up my ass and double penetrate me!"
He slid his cock inside my ass, an intense pain coursing through me, as it was way bigger than any of the three from last summer. "Oh God!" I screamed.
"Oh fuck, she's so tight," he groaned, as his cock slowly filled my ass.
"So big," I groaned back, as his cock just kept reaching new depths in my asshole.
"Time to make her air tight," someone said, as he shoved a cock into my open mouth.
I always thought I was a good multi-tasker, but this was a major challenge. I tried to bob on his cock, as the two men in my other holes began fucking me.
Pain.
Followed by pleasure.
Followed by rapture!!
I floated in what seemed a timeless ecstasy as a third orgasm swam through me and I got a load deposited in my ass, another in my cunt and two more drizzled over my face.
Exhausted, I was pulled onto my knees before being coated with a few more loads over the next few minutes.
"Welcome to the club," someone said, after I don't even know what number load... twentieth? Fortieth? covered me.
"Thank you," I said, emerging from my waking reverie and mentally re-entering the room as I scooped some cum off my face, as I felt someone fasten something around my neck.
"You earned this, Alia," a deep male voice said. "Wear it with pride."
"Yes, sir, thank you, sir," I submissively agreed, even though I had no idea what it was... other than obviously a choker of some sort, probably leather.
I scooped the cum from my eyes, and finally after at least half an hour of keeping them closed, I opened them.
Not far across the room a woman, naked but for soiled black stockings, was sucking a cock while stroking another, and that was it. Everyone else was gone.
I weakly got up and spotted a bathroom. I trudged over to it, feeling completely spent.
In the bathroom, I looked in the mirror: I was a complete mess.
I couldn't believe how slutty I looked.
I couldn't believe all I had just done.
I couldn't believe, even as cum was still trickling down my legs, how I still wanted more.
My black shirt was also coated with cum... looking very like a black and white polka-dot shirt.
I looked in the mirror at my choker. It displayed a tasteful gold-coloured plate with an engraving which I managed to read in reverse to find myself heralded as a 'Black Cock Slut'.
I shook my head at the dubious honorific as I began to clean up.
Suddenly a toilet flushed and a girl around my age walked out of one of the stalls a moment later and began prattling nonstop, "Oh, it's you! I haven't seen you before, but I've got to tell you that was such an amazingly hot performance! I thought I was a real whore for black cocks, but now I feel like a virgin compared to the way you took them all! I mean the enthusiasm... the way you worshipped them... like your life depended on it! It made me so wet!"
I felt mortified by her words, even as she was now standing directly in front of me.
She added, "Hold on, there's some cum left on the corner of your mouth! May I?"
Before I had time to respond, she had leaned in and licked it off my mouth before giving me a brief kiss.
Stunned, but fresh out of inhibitions, I kissed her back.
She then said, "I hope we'll see each other again, you filthy black cock slut you! I would love to double team with you sometime!"
She slapped my ass in a friendly way and bounced out, as I stood there completely stunned.
Had I just been insulted or worshipped?
I finished cleaning myself off.
I went back out into what I guess was called the Bukkake Room, found my jean shorts and shoes and sheepishly headed out as someone said, "Hope to see you back here, Alia."
I responded, knowing I couldn't resist coming back, "You definitely will."
I was going to call a taxi, but my bus was just pulling up to the curb, as if it had been summoned to be my designated escape vehicle.
I climbed onto it and the bus driver gave me a look.
I got a few more looks; obviously people could see all the dried cum on my shirt and nylons and matting my hair.
I was so embarrassed, yet, believe it or not, still horny.
When I got home, I had hoped to avoid Disha, but she was lying on the couch, obviously waiting for me to return home.
She gave me a long look up and down, then a long knowing smile, then she finally asked, "How was The Pit?"
"What?" I asked, astounded she would know I'd been there. "How..."
"How do I know? To someone who's been there herself it's pretty obvious," she said, standing up and walking over to me, still with a wide smile on her face as she placed a finger on my choker and read, pausing between each word, "Black... Cock... Slut."
"Oh God!" I blurted out, realizing I'd never removed the choker from my neck.
"I have one myself," she smiled.
I scrambled for a quick lie, "Oh, that was just a stupid joke that we did with the girls."
Disha dshrugged, "Sure it was. You can thank me now."
"For what?" I asked.
"For helping you to stop being a prude," she said.
"What?" I asked, not catching on.
"For setting you up," she explained cryptically, but handing me the flyer.
I took it and suddenly caught on. "You made this?"
"I did," she admitted, looking proud of yourself.
"Oh... my... God," I gasped.
She placed her hands on my shoulders and unexpectedly guided me to my knees.
I was so weak and baffled that I allowed it.
She raised her skirt, revealing her shaved pussy, "I'm not black, but I'm proud. Now get licking, you little prudish slut."
"Disha, I...." I began to protest.
She just grabbed my head and shoved it into her pussy.
Exhausted, but also suddenly entranced by her unique scent, I began licking Disha's fragrant, irresistible pussy, one that tasted a lot better than the girl's in the Italian hostel who had been a smoker.
As I did, she moaned, "There is a new patriarchy here, Alia. The good news is it isn't male dominated. No, from now on you'll dine from the cum-slut patriarchy: mine, my sluts', my boyfriends', and your new favourite delicacy, Big... Black... Cock."
I couldn't help but smile, even as I licked and undoubtedly stepped into a new habit as a regular between my roommate's legs, I was indeed 'Fucking the Patriarchy', although not as I had ever imagined.
THE END...................
Bro please continue this story. Lot of open ends in the plot.JOURNEY OF INNOCENT KAJAL - 4 ( GUEST STARRING SHRUTI HASSAN )
On the boat ride back to the resort, Gautham kept excitedly talking about all the fish and other creatures he had seen. He did not seem to have noticed the flushed expression on Kajal’s face. Kajal half-listened to her husband drone on but was primarily thinking about what had just happened, sneaking glances at Isaac who was acting as if nothing had happened.
Kajal could not believe that she had just let some random stranger fuck her and that too so intimately under water. Just a few weeks back, she thought, she was an innocent virgin waiting to start a content life as a traditional housewife of a good looking husband from her own community. And now? She had spent many naked sessions getting sucked by and sucking a horny old net cafe owner. And as if that weren't bad enough, she had now had actual sex with another man. What's worse is, she had enjoyed both instances although they started off with coercion.
That whole day Kajal kept thinking of the incidents and berating herself for being such a cheap slut. She had possibly sabotaged her marriage forever. Why couldn't she be happy with what she had? And why did she keep putting herself into situations where people could take advantage of her? Which brought her mind to Chad. What would he do? Would he also take advantage of her? She hoped not. He was with his wife too. But at the back of her mind, a small voice was saying that getting fucked by Chad was inevitable. He could simply blackmail her by threatening to tell her husband what he saw.
After they returned from the boat ride, Gautham, Kajal, Chad, and Shruti walked back to their cabins together. Shruti was her usual chatty self. As she and Kajal walked in the front side by side, the two husbands behind them were having similar but different thoughts. Gautham saw the tall lithe Shruti and her well toned fitness trainer's ass barely covered in a bikini swaying next to Kajal’s round bubble butt covered in shorts. Although he found his wife very hot, he couldn't help but fantasize how great it would be to have a young tall white woman such as this.
Chad saw the same sight, but was focused more on Kajal’s ass which he had just seen in its naked glory. He had watched the whole thing unfold with a lot of interest. As a trained US marine, he was able to stay underwater for long periods of time without being detected. He lowered himself so just the tip of his breathing tube was above the water's surface, assuring him of air supply. He had been in the area when he saw Isaac and Kajal get in water, and had followed them from a safe distance. He saw how cleverly Isaac had manipulated the situation and how easily Kajal had given in.
As he saw the two contrasting asses next to each other, he imagined how great they would look bent over side by side, giving him an opportunity to fuck them both.
The two couples finally reached their cabins. They agreed to shower and meet again for lunch. The plan after that was to hit the casino for a while. Chad and Shruti didn't care too much for gambling, but Gautham had been really insistent.
As soon as they entered their cabin, Gautham dragged Kajal to the bed. He had gotten excited looking at the taut white butt of Shruti and the nearly naked bikini clad bodies of the other women snorkeling around him. He slipped off her wet clothes and pushed her on the bed. Kajal had already been primed up after a sex session with Isaac. She told herself that getting fucked hard by Gautham might make her forget the guilt of what she had done.
This time, Gautham fucked her doggy style, because it would give him a great view of his wife's round full ass. Gautham was happy to note that all the pain and discomfort had now gone away from her pussy. She wondered if it had to do with the fact that Isaac's long dick had been in her for so long. Compared to him, Gautham’s seemed manageable. She could not believe that just a couple of days ago, it had hurt so much when her husband had first entered her.
Keeping Kajal on all fours on the bed, Gautham fucked her from behind. She had arched her back making her big butt jutt our and Gautham loved how it jiggled after every stroke. He started spanking her ass, one at a time.
"Ouch!" Kajal said.
"I am punishing you because you have been a very baaaaaaaaaaaad girl." Gautham hoarsely said and spanked her hard a couple more times.
Kajal felt panic surge through her throat. Did he know? Oh god! Was he going to leave her? Our poor innocent heroine wasn't too familiar with the concept of bawdy talk.
"You are my own personal slut." Gautham said, spanking her again, "I own this ass."
Kajal stayed on all fours obediently getting her fresh young pussy fucked by her husband. Soon she realized that he was just making random naughty comments and wasn't actually accusing her. She actually felt turned on at the idea. And she was actually enjoying getting her naked ass spanked.
"Yes, I am your slut." she said breathlessly.
Gautham was delighted at the response in kind from his demure wife. He grabbed her wet hair and pulled it hard.
"Owwww!" Kajal cried out.
"Shut up!" he said and started bucking his hips faster. Soon, he had cum inside her.
Gautham collapse on top of his wife's body, making her fall flat on the bed. His crotch rubbed against her ass for a few minutes as the two of them just lay there. That's when the thunking sounds from the common wall started.
Gautham had been asleep when that had happened the previous night. So it took him a few moments to realize what was happening. When he did, he closed his eyes and imagined a naked Shruti getting banged by Chad. He imagined how she would look in front of him on all fours like Kajal just was.
"Looks like they had the same idea." Kajal said, chuckled and got off his wife's naked body. He went to the bathroom to clean up and shower.
Kajal rolled over on her back after her husband went into the bathroom. She lay there on the bed and tried to stop herself from comparing the experiences with Isaac and Gautham. Isaac had been so powerful, his thrusts so deep and passionate. Gautham had started off well, but finished too quickly. She remembered the weird sensation she had inside her cunt when getting fucked by Isaac. Nothing like that had happened with Gautham ever. She wondered if it had to do with size.
Then her mind went back to the thunking sound and the soft moans of Shruti which were still going on. A picture of Chad's naked dick flashed in front of her eyes. She closed her eyes, but the vision wouldn't go away. Soon her hand moved to her clit. And as she heard the telltale sounds of their next door neighbors banging, Kajal started masturbating again. She had flashes of her being in Shruti’s place as the big strong marine ravaged her. The vision pushed her over the edge pretty fast and oblivious to Gautham, his wife had another orgasm thinking of a different man.
In the shower, Gautham was thinking about Shruti too. Standing under the falling water, he started playing with his dick and the visions of Shruti got him hard again. This delighted him, because he usually couldn't get hard so soon after already cumming.
Kajal! Come in here!" he called his wife.
Kajal had just finished her own orgasm. She walked into the bathroom naked and saw her husband standing there with an erect dick just like the previous day. She was pleased and hoped he would last longer this time.
They had sex in the shower that was an action replay of the previous day, with Kajal bent over with her palms on the floor. Kajal closed his eyes and fucked his wife imagining it was the hot Shruti instead. Kajal closed her eyes and imagined it was Chad instead. And both husband and wife, unknown to each other, had a good shower sex session imagining the same couple. Gautham did last longer this time by his standards, almost 8 minutes.
They both showered and walked out of the bathroom. The thunking sounds were still there. Gautham felt a little jealous that Chad was able to keep going for so long. That jealousy increased when the sounds went on for a good twenty minutes or so even after Gautham and Kajal got dressed. Gautham decided to look up some information online about how to postpone ejaculation.
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