Ghost Of Kareema – Part 3

Welcome back, readers, sorry for the long delay. I, Qamar, had lost document of the story. Now that I’ve found it, let me continue with the story. For those who are interested only in the sexual part, I’ve numbered the parts where they begin. Others can enjoy the entire stories.

Qamar waited for a while to gain full control over his ‘boys’. He felt it. Kareema had no idea about his next move.

“Alright boys, hold your mother against the wall, and ask her to give me my story, so I can leave!”

“What the hell is this, Qamar?” As Kareema said in anger, all the four half breeds (part human, part ghost) held her hands and feet and held her against the wall. She struggled to get free. this wasn’t feeling sexual at all to her.

“Let me go. I’m your mother. What is this?” But the half breeds just wouldn’t. Qamar had full control over them.

“I ain’t gonna waste my precious life, looking at incest here. So, give me my story and let me out of here. You can have all your incest sex once I’m gone. After all, I’ll give up my control over them, outside here. If you don’t give me my story, they’ll keep holding you for all eternity. So, what do you say?”

She didn’t seem to have a choice, so she turned a decisive look and looked at Qamar. “Fine, come closer. Have your last kiss with me, so I can transfer to you the whole story,” she said. Qamar got close. She put her face forth.

“But no dirty tricks. See, I still have control over them,” Qamar said, as he locked his lips with hers. Four lips were moving. Two tongues were fighting. Qamar’s hands were running all over her body, wherever he could reach. He didn’t forget to have some good feels of her breast and ass.

Finally, she broke the kiss. “Happy now?” She asked as Qamar stepped away from her, and the half breeds let her off.

“I hope this is a good deal for you. Boys, once I’m out, and only then, you do what your mom says. Until then, be your daddy’s boys. Now, take me out of here!” Qamar commanded, and he snapped right then.

Qamar woke up again in the pit. As he looked around, he saw the sheet and her browned body in it. His phone rang. Looked like a message. “Oh, it’s her again!” Qamar said as he opened the message.

“I’m having a good time here with your boys, Qamar. Even though you didn’t fulfill all my desires for you, depending on the performance of your boys. I guess you’re great. Once you start writing, you’ll continue to write the story. Once you’re done writing, keep the papers safe. Yours lovingly, Kareema.”

“Now I got to get the hell out of here before that guy wakes up again!”

After coming home, he washed, got the papers and started writing. She was right. Even though he didn’t know anything a moment ago, now everything was flashing inside his head.

Let me skim through the unimportant part of the story. After she was born, up until age 19, her life goes without a problem. She gets married at the age of 19. After two years of boring but peaceful sex life, her husband dies. She decides not to marry again, sad and tired of everything.

By now, she’s 22, found a job in a company in the capital. She’s staying in her boarding with a woman named Anita, who’s an atheist, and a year older than Kareema.

This is where things start getting interesting.

In the morning, they both went to the office. Kareema had light skin, hot face, and thick features, but men seemed to care for Anita more. That was because Anita dressed more revealing dresses and behaved more openly with men. For this reason, Anita got help with men, while Kareema has to finish all her work alone.

Kareema wore her traditional dress while Anita wore sarees with buttoned backs, sleeveless and low cut in front blouses. Despite all the differences, they got closer and closer to each other.

One night, Kareema told her full story up until she meets Anita. Anita calmly listened to her story and in a loving voice, starts talking. “I dunno if you’ll be okay with this. But I know just what might take you off your bad mood,” she said in a sensual voice.

“And that is?” Kareema asked innocently, having next to no idea what Anita meant.

“Do you want the boys in the office to help you with your work too, just like with mine?”

“Well, I guess.”

“Good, but you’ll have to start right from your dress.”

“Do I have to expose a lot of skin too?” Kareema asked in a disappointed tone.

“No, silly, but you have to dress a bit differently. Tomorrow is a holiday. Let’s go shopping. I know just what you need.”

The next day, they went shopping. Anita took Kareema to a saree shop. The salesman came out and welcomed them. He was a man with a beard, big arms, and dark skin, identical to the Sinhalese men. They were walking inside the shop.

Kareema saw the astonished look the salesman had when he was looking at her, especially at her breasts. After all, he was a big, scary man with pretty rough behavior, shown off by the way he swung open the shop doors.

“Well, what harm could possibly a few looks do?” She thought between the irritation, “After all, I’m not here alone.”

“We’re looking for a saree, for Kareema. We need a blouse with a buttoned back, low cut front, and long sleeves,” Anita said, breaking Kareema off her thoughts. “Oh, I forgot to introduce. Kareema, this is Amith. Amith, Kareema.”

“Assalamu alaykum,” Kareema said, looking at his feet.

“Wa Alaykum as-salam. I know a little Arabic. Interesting language after all,” Amith said with a smile. “Well, I got to tell you this, Anita. I’m not sure if we have Kareema’s size. So how about we take some measurements?”

Kareema could say for sure his eyes were burning with lust when, even though he tried to hide his look.

“But Anita…”

“Yeah, sure, Amith. So can you take her measurements now?”

“Sure, come in.”

Kareema reluctantly went inside the room Amith showed her. He asked Anita, “Do you think you too should?”

“Oh, it’s fine Amith. I’ll stay here,” Anita said, disturbing Kareema again. Kareema didn’t have the guts to speak back. She didn’t wanna hurt her friend’s feelings. But she knew, this was the first time she was being alone with a man other than her husband.

But she stepped in anyway. In the room, Kareema stood facing Amith. “You need to turn around,” Amith said with a smile. His greedy eyes were still there, which irritated Kareema, as she turned around. He was just waiting there without taking the measurement. Kareema asked, “What Amith?”

“I guess this is all new to you but, it’s near impossible to take a proper breast measurement when you’re still dressed up there.”

“What?” Kareema said, in an astonished voice.

“Look Kareema, I’m sorry about the disturbance. But as you see, I’m not even sure if we have the blouses for your size. So we have to stitch them. I can’t do that without your measurements, because they might not fit afterward. Don’t worry, I’m a professional. This will be over in minutes,” Amith smiled again.

Kareema turned around, asking, “So, do I have to take off all my clothing?”

“Not exactly, you can keep the headcover,” Amith said.

Soon Kareema was wearing nothing but her headcover. Amith started taking the measurement. He was doing pretty professional, but every time he was taking a measurement, his fingertips were rubbing against her skin. She felt her body heating up, and thus, turning on.

“Oh god, I can’t hold this back anymore!” She thought. After measuring her arms, her neck, her waist. He was ready to take her breast measurement. He placed the tape in front of her, while he was still behind her. He pulled the tape back, his thumbs roughly rubbed against her now tightened nipples.

This sent a shock all over her body. “Ah!” She said as she held his hands with hers. “What are you doing?” She asked as Amith turned her around towards him. As he was doing so, he slowly took hold of her hands by her fingers.

She was horny. She wanted it more than anything. Now she was also seeing his dick, enlarged and pressed against his pants. She was still reluctant to make the move, so he did. She pushed her against the wall. He held her by her arms, her breast pressed against his chest and started eating her, like a hungry beast.

She had no idea what to do. But she closed her eyes and joined him in action. She loved being dominated under his strength. After all, this was way more than just getting over her and ejaculating. That was what her dead husband used to do while he was alive.

He was eating her mouth for a while like that. Then his hands slid off her arms and grabbed her boobs, each in each of his hands. “Ah!” She moaned as he grabbed her boobs and started roughing them up with his hands.

“God, I’ve never seen such great tits,” he said as he was squeezing them over and over again. Then he pinched them.

“Aaah!” She said as a pleasurable pain spread across her breast.

“You like that? You like that?”

“Yeah!” Kareema screamed as Amith twisted her nipples around.

“That’s good because I’m gonna start eating them soon,” Amith said. He left her, stepped back and started unbuttoning his shirt. Once he took it off, she saw that his chest was well built, likely due to hard-working. It was covered in hair. While he was off of her, her shyness started to kick in. She started backing off.

By the time he started stepping forth without his shirt, she was near the door. “Where are you going, dear? We were just getting started,” Amith said, closing in. “I… I got to go now,” Kareema said, unlocking the door.

But as soon as she unlocked it, she felt her arms being held right and her being pulled back. She was almost thrown across the room, as he locked the door again. “We aren’t done yet,” he said as he pulled her body right against his and started licking her face like an iced sweet.

“Amith, what are you doing? No! Let me go!” Kareema said, hitting his chest with her fists rolled up. This seemed to anger him. “Hitting me now, huh,” he said as he took hold of her wrists, turned her around. He took both her wrists in his right hand.

Kareema tried to break free, but he was too strong for that. Now she had the right idea about his strength. “Amith, what are you doing?” But Amith didn’t answer. Kareema heart his belt coming off.

This remembered her of being punished with dad’s belt when she was a little girl. “Amith, please don’t hit me with that belt,” Kareema pleaded. Amith laughed. “No, not with the belt,” Amith said.

Kareema felt her wrists being bound together by his belt. Then he held her head cover and her hair together. “I’m gonna punish you for misbehaving,” he said as he pulled her outside the room. They were back in the shop. Anita was nowhere to be seen.

“Amith, where’s Anita?”

“Oh, maybe she wandered off. No worries, we’ll be done before she comes back,” Amith said as he sat pushed her into laying on a nearby table.

“Aaah!” Kareema moaned as Amith took a squeeze of her left ass cheek.

“Damn, these are way better than the ones of Anita, really,” Amith said, as he simultaneously squeezed each of her ass cheeks and jiggled them around with his right hand.

“Wait, do you mean you have…”

“You’ll know everything from her later, now,” Amith slapped her left ass cheek.

“Aah!”

He slapped the other.

“Aah”

He kept slapping simultaneously. Kareema started enjoying.

“Oh this feels so good”

He kept slapping her ass as he was talking.

“Will – you – ever – hit – me – again?”

“Aah – No Amith – aaah!”

“Good,” Amith stopped slapping her ass with squeezing both her ass cheeks once with both his hands.

“Aaah!”

“Okay, now come down here,” Amith said, as he turned her around and pulled her off the table and down to her knees. Then he put down his trousers, revealing the actual size of his dick.

She had heard stories about how big the Sinhalese dick is. This was the first time she saw it. She thought that her husband’s one is a baby compared to this one.

“Alright, now suck it”

“Suck your dick? Oh hell no,” But Amith, without letting her finish, held her hair and her head cover as before and pushed his dick deep inside her mouth.

“No Amith!” She backed off but he turned her face back and pushed his dick right inside. Her eyes were right shut. Her eyes were watering, and she was gagging with each push and pull.

“Ok!” Sounded Kareema, when Amith pulled his dick out at the end. Her make up had now started to melt away, giving her a true ‘Pornstar after a serious blowjob’ look.

She looked at him, with her wet eyes and her cheeks, marked with her tears. This time, Amith did the very unthinkable. He took her headcover off, throwing its placement pins all over the place. “What are you doing?” Kareema asked in fear.

Amith rolled her headcover around her head, completely shutting down her eyes. Now she couldn’t see anything. Amith held her neck with both his hands and pulled her up as she was clinging to his hands. He held her against a wall and started eating her mouth again.

She was feeling tired now, so she didn’t bother to kiss him back. All she wanted now was him being done with and Anita coming back so she could leave. But deep down, she still enjoyed it. Well, fucking a man she’s not married to was a terrible feeling for her. But the sex was so good she almost forgot about her dead husband.

After a while, he broke the kiss He put his left hand around her waist, pulled her tightly against himself. He squeezed her left boob in his right hand, pulled it up, brought his face closer to that and started eating it too. Her hands were still tight behind her back.

“Yeah, baby, suck it harder,” Kareema moaned. He kept sucking her boob, slightly biting it now and then and nibbling against her nipple and areola. After some time of this, he changed to her other nipple and did the same. Her nipples were hard like bullets by the end of all of it.

Then, he left her, turned her around, and roughly grabbed her boobs from behind and started roughing them up, again. After that, he released her hands and her eyes. Then, as she turned around to look at him, he pushed her into placing her hands against the table.

He put her right leg on the table while the left leg was still on the floor and held her waist tight.

“Ah, please Not in my ass, Amith,” Kareema said, but Amith just smiled and entered her pussy instead.

“Oh my god, it’s so big,” Kareema moaned as he started ramming her in and out, squeezing her hip.

Kareema was feeling like her life was leaving her body. As her lower body became less and less lively, she squeezed harder and harder into the table. Her fingers were digging into the wood. By the time Amith stopped, her hands were off and her upper body was laying like a dead body.

Her left leg was just clinging too. The only thing that held her still was Amith’s fingers, squeezing around and almost into her hips. Amith stopped, pulled her off the table and pushed her back on her knees. He held her neck tight in his left hand.

She clung to his hand with both her hands, he jacked off his dick for a while, ejaculating all over her face. She shut her eyes tight, as loads of semen, one after another, shot through his dick and on to her face.

“Now lick it all and swallow. Not a drop of it to fall on my shop floor, did you understand?”

As Kareema was collecting it and swallowing up, Anita entered right back in.

“Oh, you’re early, Anita,” Amith said in a surprised tone.

“Looks like you measured her up well. How was it, Kareema?”

“Mmm!” She answered, still swallowing his semen, “best sex I’ve ever had. God, I can’t feel my own body,” she said as she laid aside, on the floor.

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I hope you guys enjoyed and be sure to keep checking up these stories for the next episode of ‘Ghost Of Kareema’.

Until then, peace.