I sighed and stood up. With one quick motion, I hauled my top over my head, exposing my massive, pale breasts. His jaw went slack. I then ripped my skirt down and walked passed him. I put my hands on the desk in my seedy hotel room, and spread my legs. I tossed my glorious red hair to one side and looked back.
"Show me how they'll do it so I'll be ready." I said. It was so dirty and raunchy I got wet almost immediately. I told people I was a foreign correspondent for the fame and integrity of the job, but I knew deep down I was one for stuff like this; being assfucked by cabdrivers in no-name hotels for 200K a year. I felt like such a dirty whore as he was walking toward me for my "research."
He dropped to a knee and buried his swarthy face deep in my sex. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling it apart as his tongue dove and probed my sopping wet pussy. Small gasps escaped my lips as I felt his wild and eager tongue slide up my lips and plunge into my wet, hot hole. It slithered inside me as my hips bucked and pressed against his face.
He slid his tongue upwards just as he pulled my cheeks apart hard. I gasped as I felt the tip touch my anal ring, the tip burrowing inside until I was moaning and writhing as he tongue-fucked my ass. Suddenly, he stood up. I knew it was coming when I heard his zipper open. I lay facedown on the desk, my massive breasts pressed against the cold surface. I felt his dirty cockhead press against my rim and I looked back. "Just like they would do it..." I said through gritted teeth.
"Just like?" he said, pausing. I nodded. "Okay." he said, and pulled my smooth red hair back until I had to arch, forcing my tits forward. I gritted my teeth and with his other hand he slapped my face hard as he forced his cockhead into me. I grunted, and he slapped me again as he forced inch after inch into my virgin ass. I was moaning and whimpering as he forced my face down, pressing my cheek hard against the desktop as he started sawing in and out of my tight, tight ass.
He started to fuck my ass hard and fast, holding my head down with one hand and mauling my tits with the other. "It won't just be one." he grunted in my ear. "They'll hold you down and fuck everything on you. Fill every hole and cover you with cum." he grunted as his hammering prick slammed again and again into me. My mouth hung open as I moaned. I slid my hand down and started rubbing my clit as he described what they would to my innocent, pretty white body all the while slamming his hot cock up my asshole.
"All the wars, all the politics, they'll take it out on your tight little cunt, over and UGH! and over!" he said, burying himself deep inside me. I felt him tense up, and warmth deep inside me told the tale. He slowly pulled his twitching, leaking, cum covered dick out of me, and staggered backwards before grabbing my hair and forcing me down. I pressed on his thighs, but he was too strong as he forced his cock into my mouth. I tasted my own anal violation and furiously fingered myself, moaning and writhing I came hard while drinking the last dribbles from his spasming meat.
I stood up, and tossed him a 20 dollar bill. "Any other words of advice?" I asked on wobbly legs. He hauled his jeans up and said "If you have any trouble, tell they you are a daughter of Hassan the Assassin. It may save your life." he said with a wink as he closed the door. I rested my hands on the countertop. My ass was throbbing, but not sore. Sleep was fitful that night.
I awoke and bathed, pressing aloe vera deep into my rectum. I knew I should get some traditional Arab garb, but for some reason I didn't. I boarded my plane, and quickly dozed off. When I woke, I heard the traditional call to prayer. I stepped off the plane and into a war zone... |