Confession Of A Sextress – Part 33

While she was asleep, I laid behind her and hugged her from behind. I heard her smiling. I said,

– Well, if this troubles you, I will stay away –

She turned her head to me and said,

– nah, it is alright, qamar. I love the way you show me your love –

She turned around and fell asleep. I hugged her from behind and laid by her.

Later, she woke up. We had some food and she was ready to narrate to me the rest of the story.

– hugging me tightly, he went below the shower and we started making out. My fingers were running through his hair and his hands were running all over my back, groping my buttocks.

Later, hugging me, he took me to my back side, placed me against the wall, broke the kiss, looked at my left boob and at once, placed his mouth over my nipple. He was sucking it hard while I felt his tongue running over and around my nipple. I was moaning, with turning my head upwards. His left hand was tightly hugging me against him, and he was pressing my back more and more towards himself to take as much of my boob as possible in his mouth, while his right hand was rubbing my left side and groping my left buttock.

Later, still eating my boob, he pulled my left leg up and placed my thigh against his hip, getting himself wrapped by my leg.

– aa…h, James…do you like how it tastes? –

I moaned. He continued eating my boob. His tongue was hitting against my nipple so frequently that it almost felt like some sort of a sex toy than a natural tongue.

He did many kinds of things with his mouth over my nipple. Later, I started feeling weak and I wanted to lay somewhere but the sensation was too good to refuse so I stood and let him taste me.

– Aa…h! James…I cannot stand any longer –

Finally, I whispered. He asked me to sit on the commode and went outside.

When he came back in, he had a belt in his arm. I wondered what he was gonna do. I felt scared. I asked,

– James? Why a belt? Please do not say you are gonna whip me with that –

– Heh, no. This is to tie your legs –

While I was still sitting on the commode, he squatted down in front of me with his back towards me, took my thighs by his both sides, put the belt around them and over my knees, tightened it and took my knees together, and turned around to my side, standing up. I was raised up along with him because I was connected to his waist, and my hands were around his neck, and his hands around my waist, for support. He said,

– guess Alex never got this far. Let me give you something completely new. Ride me –

And he placed his now hardened cock against my pussy and started moving me up and down and moving his hip back and forth, thus fucking me. After a while, I started riding him myself and he was enjoying my boobs, molesting and eating them. I was moaning, closing my eyes and turning my opened mouth upwards.

Sometimes, he would kiss my neck and as I turned my mouth downwards, we would kiss each other. I was massaging the back of his neck.

Later, he asked,

– can you stand now? –

– yeah –

Then he released the belt of my legs, as I was holding his hip with my legs. Then I slowly stood as he held me at my armpits to help me.

as I stood, he slowly pushed me to the wall, came close to me, wrapped my right leg around his body and started fucking me, while my hands were around his neck, his hands on my waist and we were kissing each other. Sometimes he groped my boobs or took my face in his hands and placed his forehead against mine.

Later he turned into hard fucking. While I was moaning once per each of his penetrations, he asked,

– tell me now, Fareeda. Who fucks you better? –

– ah…you…ah… –

He smiled and started fucking me fast, again. I was screaming.

– aah! Yeah…fuck me…harder…please… –

Later, he left me, sat on the nearby washing machine and said,

– now, ride me from the front –

I turned around and sat on his cock and started riding him, moving up and down using my hands which were against his thighs. He switched the spin on, which gave me extra vibes in my vagina.

– oh…this is such an immense feeling, James –

He was freely molesting my boobs and kissing my back, shoulders and neck and my mouth when I turned my face towards him.

Later, he tapped on my buttocks, asking me to get down. As I got down, he got down, got my arms locked to my back using his left arm and started fucking me from behind, molesting my each boob with his right hand. He kissed my back or turned my face towards him by holding my neck with his right hand, and kissed my lips. It was a little painful because he was going a little too deep but I loved the pain. I was moaning, as he was pacing up. Sometimes, he was rubbing my clitoris with his right fingers. I was shivering. My boobs were moving in the air each time he penetrated me.

– you like that, honey? Do you like that? –

– y…yeah… –

– yeah? –

He said as he turned my face towards and kissed me so hard that I could hardly make any sound.

Later, he laid me upwards on the washing machine and started fucking me again, with my legs over his shoulder and he was holding them. While fucking me like that, sometimes he would bend down and kiss me or would squeeze my boobs and pet my nipples. Later, he said,

– oh, I am gonna cum –

As he pulled his cock out and came all over my stomach.

As I was still laying there, completely exhausted, he washed off his sweat and went outside.

Later, I have a shower and came outside, to find out all others are asleep. I laid my Johnny, snuggled to him and closed my eyes.

Well, I had threesome with one woman and one man, but I guess you will be bored to know them –

She finished with that, as she went to her room.

I do not have much more to say. To finish typing my last article, I am taking to the keyboard with utter sorrow.

That night, I was laying on her in bed. We were naked but not having sex. She really appreciated my control with her because I did not wanna fuck her. She said,

– I guess this is my happiest night, Qamar –

I smiled and kissed her. As I was too sleepy, I closed my eyes. I felt her warmth.

Later that night, I woke up and she felt cold. I tried to wake her up but to no avail.

– Fareeda…Fareeda…Fareeda! –

No response. I checked her nose. No breathing. No heart beat. I opened her eyes.

She was gone.

I shed a tear upon figuring this out. I secretly took her back to her apartment, placed her on the bed, covered her with a white Sheet, paid her last respect according to my religion and sat back.

Later, I saw on the news about a naked body found in an abandoned apartment and an old couple with Arabic names had identified her as their daughter who disappeared from home, years ago.

That was the confession of Fareeda. She still talks to me about my dreams, more beautiful than ever and we have sex as well.

See you again later. Bye!