Welcome to the second part of my series on this site “whores in black.”
Contact [email protected] and tell me what you think about the story. He offered me the basis of this story and he’s the Tarak mentioned here.
So without further due, let’s get to the story…
# story starts
…Niya was at her home, alone, reminiscing about the awesome sex she had with Tarak. She was wearing a maxi and a veil over her shoulders which was all the way down to the bottom part of her boobs. Of course, if she was outside she would be covering much more of her body than that.
Some info about how she looks. very fair shoulder-length hair, reddish lips even without lipstick, 32b boobs but a heavy ass.
She was 25 and he was 22 when this happened.
She was wet at even thinking how he banged her brains out that day.
# masturbation starts
“Aaah…yeah, Tarak…fuck me, fuck me harder, baby…” She moaned, rubbing her pussy inside of her pants, arching her back, and throwing her face upwards, with her eyes closed and her mouth open.
She was about to come when she heard a car stop by her house. She quickly got back dressed prepared and went to see who that was.
# masturbation ends
She had a lovely assumption that made her smile.
“Mm…What are the chances this is him again?” She thought as she went outta her house.
She opened the gate and saw a car stop by. A frontal window went down and she was happy to see the man inside.
“Tarak!” She said in overflowing joy. “I’m so happy to see you. So what brought you here?”
“Well, I was just going by and wanted to stop by and say hi,” Tarak said with a smile.
“Please come in for a while,” she said as she was already opening the gate.
“Well…But…” he hesitated.
“Please…I’m alone now,” she winked as she opened the gate, fully…
# sex starts
…long story short, they were soon inside the house, and Tarak, from behind, threw his arms around her and pulled her into himself.
He had already started acting like there was no tomorrow.
“Ah,” Niya gasped as he held his forearms, which were tightly pressed against her boobs then, with her both arms. He pulled her veil off our shoulders using his right hand.
“Mmch, mmch…” Tarak started kissing her from her right cheek all the way to her right shoulder.
“Ahh…my God, Tarak…” She moaned, with her eyes closed and her face turned upwards, as she slid her right hand on his body and into his hair and held her hair in his hands. He at once tightened his grip around her body.
“Ah,” she gasped as she felt herself losing breath. His grip was that tight.
Tarak turned his face to hers from her right side. They looked at each other as she started sharing a kiss with him.
“Almm, almm…”
But it wasn’t long before his right grip was making it hard for her to breathe she broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.
“Tarak, you’re gonna kill me with this tight grip, darling. Lemme breath, na?” She pleaded in a breathy voice. He let go of her, but slowly.
He then held her shoulders and turned her towards himself. As he held he held her shoulders and she palmed the sides of his neck, they started sharing a wild kiss, and he kept pushing her back until she hit a wall.
“Mlem, mlem…Aaah…,” she moaned, bit her lower lip, and released it with her eyes closed, as she felt his lips moving from hers to the left side of her neck, as his hand’s rand wild under her veil, on her boobs, through her dress. She felt the tightness of his hands against her boobs, again, and again.
“Ah yeah, Tarak…use me up real good…make me feel what it’s like to be overpowered by a real man,” she moaned, with the back of her right hand running up against the wall and her left hand pushing its fingers through his hair.
He broke away from her neck and looked into her eyes, as he held her both wrists somewhat tightly and pinned her against the wall.
He closed in, but when she too did that, he kept his lips inches away from hers, not allowing her to kiss him.
She was pinned by her wrists so she could move her back away from the wall towards him. He then let go of her both wrists.
When she tried to hold his hair with her both hands and pull him in for a kiss, he held her shoulders and turned her around.
“Ah,” she gasped, turning her face to left and looking at him from the end of her eye, as he pushed her face and her upper body against the wall and pulled her both hands towards her lower back.
“That’s so kinky, Tarak,” she said in an airy voice as he pulled away from his belt and locked her both forearms in pace with it. He then held her shoulders and turned her around at once.
“Easy, boy,” she said as he held her neck with his both hands and pinned her against the wall again. His grip on her neck wasn’t all that smooth, but it was only hard enough to turn her on.
Looking at her eyes, he rubbed her neck up and down a bit, before closing in for a kiss.
She closed her eyes, but she didn’t feel his lips. She opened her eyes, to see his lips inches away from hers.
“Why, Tarak?”
“You want my lips on yours, Niya?”
“Yes, Tarak.”
“And this big cock in your pussy too?” He said as he held her bulge with his right hand. She looked at it.
“Yes…Yes, Tarak…More than anything.”
“What will you gimme in return?”
“Anything you want,” she said, and Tarak held her neck with his both hands and pushed his face close to hers, and lightly licked her lips once upwards.
“Then say it. Say “use me as however you want, Tarak.” Say now,” Tarak commanded her.
She was horny and he wasn’t giving what she wanted that easily.
“Use me as however you want, Tarak,” she said as her eyes started getting wet. Tarak grinned wickedly.
“Good girl,” he said as he pulled in and started sharing a wild kiss with her.
While kissing her, he squeezed her boobs for a while, become pushing the straps of her dress and her bra, off her shoulders. He then slid his hands behind her and unhooked her bra.
He then pushed them both down to her elbows and thus exposed her both boobs.
Her boobs were red due to his tight grip around her body before, and the redness was even more obvious due to her fair skin.
He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes as he placed his palms on her boobs and their nipples.
“Aaah,” she moaned as she threw her hair backward. He threw his arms around her and pulled her tightly against himself as he started eating her left boob and its nipple.
“Oh god…Tarak…I’m so wet already,” she moaned as she kept feeling his lips, teeth, and tongue against her boob and its nipple.
Later he did the same to her other boob and its nipple, as he started squeezing her ass cheeks with his both hands.
“Ahhh,” she moaned, looking down at his head running wild around her right boob.
As he sucked and bit her nipples alternatively, he bunched up her dress above her panty. He then went back to eating her mouth and he kept pulling her dress up until it was above her boobs level. He tucked her dress there and went to eat her from her cleavage all the way down to her pussy, making a wet, sticky, shiny line of his saliva on her skin.
“Ahhh…oh My God, Tarak,” she moaned, as he pushed down her panty and started eating her pussy. He sucked it so hard it made a sound. Her clitoris was touching his teeth and his tongue from time to time, and that exchange of the soft and hard, was making her wanna cum.
“Tarak…I’m gonna cum…Aaah, fuuuck,” she moaned as she came all over his face. She leaned against the wall and slid down, lifeless, until she was on her ass.
Tarak stood up. “You thought it’s gonna be over that easily?” He said as he pushed down his pants and exposed his now almost erect cock.
There was no need to say anything. She bent forth herself. He pulled back his foreskin.
“Thooh,” she spat his gland and started working her mouth on his cock. She licked his gland around it, and she started getting her mouth fucked by his cock, moving her face back and forth, with her eyes closed.
He held her hand with his both hands and started fucking her mouth himself. Her closed eyes were leaking all the way down to her chin and then to her body, as drops of tears.
He pushed his cock out once it was hard and her face had been marked with smudge, washed down her eyes.
“Come on,” he said as he held her neck with his both hands and pulled her to her feet. Then he turned her around and took his belt off her forearms.
Her forearms were red due to the belt strap.
“Let’s go,” he said as he held her hair in his right hand and pushed her into the nearby room.
“Aaah,” she moaned as she grabbed his right wrist with her both hands. She pushed her to the bed.
As he laid on her they immediately started taking off each other’s clothes, sharing a kiss whenever they could. Once naked, he at once pinned her against the bed.
“Oh god, it’s time now. I can’t wait,” she moaned, with a sensual smile.
Tarak grinned widely, as he placed his hands on the mattress on both sides of her shoulders, straightened his arms, and went between her legs. She had her legs straightened and at right angles to each other, symmetrically. He started fucking her.
The strength in this man who was a few years younger than her was astonishing to her. She smiled at his face. With each thrust, she was pushed inches into the mattress and came back up again.
“Oh my god, Tarak…Such strength in such a young body…it’s unbelievable.”
Truth to be told, Tarak didn’t eat as much meat as her husband did, and he ate a variety of plant foods otherwise, and he ate some meat usually before a sex session. Since he had had his last meal minutes before he arrived at her house, he was raging inside for some mind-blowing sex.
So much meat clogs penile arteries with animal fats and makes sex boring.
“Oh yeah, Niya,” he said as he held her neck with his right hand. “Let’s see if I can make you hate your pathetic excuse of a husband, shall we?” He said as he started thrusting her harder now.
“Ah, ah, ah,” was all she could make outta her mouth. He was sweating and his sweat was falling on her.
“Ah…my God…I’m cumming…” She moaned as she came again. This time, he wasn’t gonna let her rest even during that. He kept thrusting her.
After a few thrusts, he paused, held her right leg, pushed her knee towards her right boob, and started fucking her again. Now her leg was against his left shoulder, and his left hand was against the bed by her right arm, holding her in that position.
“What now…Aaah!” She screamed, throwing her head back, as he started fucking her hard. She was pushed against the bed with each thrust and at the end, she pressed her left hand against the rail to stop her at the same position.
“Oh my god!” She moaned with a look of pain in her eyes, and they both had their teeth bitten in their mouths as he kept fucking her hard.
Later, he stopped and basically fell on her. He fell with his elbows against the mattress on both sides kg her head and above her shoulders and grabbed her hair with both hands. He got her neck bent to the front, as he placed his forehead against hers and started fucking her again, fast.
“Aaaaaaah…oh my god, you’re so crazy, Tarak!” She screamed, happily, as he didn’t even stop to talk. He was way too horny now. He now just wanted to release himself into her.
They both were exhausted and sweaty now. He kept thrusting her, and meanwhile, once, he bent down and lightly kissed her lips a few times, before going back to “forehead to forehead” and fucking her.
“I’m gonna cum, Niya!” Tarak said to her.
“Cum inside of me, Tarak! Inseminate my unfaithful womb with your holy semen, my darling! Breed me, and make me the mother of your son, Tarak, my love!” She was talking blatant nonsense and was complete outta her senses now.
Her scalp was burning, her neck was aching and her pussy felt like burning roadkill being hammered before being eaten, but she didn’t care. This was what her whore of a self wanted all her life.
Around how many times did he fuck her? She had no idea. They both had lost their counts sometime ago already.
“Aah…aah…aah…Aaah, yeah baby!” She moaned as she felt his semen washing the insides of her womb before he let go of her leg and collapsed on her body.
# sex ends
“Oh my god, that was…” Tarak was interrupted by Niya, who took his face in her hands and kissed his lips deeply for a few seconds, before breaking the kiss and getting his forehead pressed against hers.
“Thank you so much, Tarak. I enjoyed every little bit of it. Thank God you came to my life, darling. I never wanna lose you from my life,” she moaned and went back to kissing his lips, again and again, as he slowly slid his right arm around her neck and the fingers into her hair…
# story ends
Thank you for reading my story. Make sure to lemme know your comments on [email protected] and let Tarak know too, at [email protected]
(Btw, he has a real thing for fucking Muslim women. If you’re one of those cravings for a manly Hindu cock like his, contact him and you might get lucky too. You can thank me afterward 😉 )
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