Ghost Of Kareema – An Erotic Sex Tale – Part 13

18 June 1985 Tuesday :

Kareema pointed the gun at Gihan and his friends. Soon four naked men with their clothing rolled up in their own hands, were seen running out of the boarding. Kareema had a hard time standing up and walking.

As she just stood up, she heard Anita calling for her, and soon enough, she was at the doorstep. Anita was surprised to see Kareema that way. She knew immediately what was up.

The two sat on the bed and Kareema told her everything that happened. Anita said they should tell the police about this, but Kareema disagreed. Because that would expose the gun they stole from Gihan. Anita said that there was only one another thing they could do about it then. Anita called Banduka, and she left for work in his car.

That day, Kareema stayed at home. She decided to go buy some birth control that day. She knew she wouldn’t be able to push off all men. Some men will come along the way that wouldn’t care either. Another horror struck her at the pharmacy when the pharmacist murmured his assistant this statement.

“She wears a veil, has no wedding ring, but needs birth control. That’s weird.”

Kareema heard it. She stopped for a second, before storming out of the pharmacy. As Kareema was heading back to the boarding, she couldn’t stop her tears. The statement by the pharmacist was like a knife to her heart.

“Oh god, why are you doing this to me? Why me? Please!” She murmured to herself, as she headed back, crying.

When she was close to the boarding, she saw a police officer with a gun, walking in front of the boarding, looking around. He was a tall, slender man with a thick mustache. With the white strings around his right wrist.

“Anyone home?” He finally asked, knocking on the door. Nobody answered. “Ugh,” he said, about to leave. It was then he saw Kareema looking at him, standing a few meters away from the place.

“Oh, hey ma’am,” he said, smiling, “Are you a boarder of this place?” He asked, closing in on her.

“Yes, officer,” Kareema said, lowering her gaze.

“Another boarder from this place said she has security concerns regarding this place. So I was sent to…Ma’am, are you okay?” He asked in a concerned tone as he suddenly saw that she was crying.

“Yeah, it’s just a headache,” she said, trying to smile. He smiled back. She rushed into the living room and took a seat on the sofa.

“Do you have medication here, ma’am? I can bring some if you’d like,” he said.

“It’s ok, officer, it’ll go,” she said.

“Ma’am,” he said as he stood at the door, between the living room and outside parts, “I think you’re lying to me. You have no headache. You’re crying because of something serious, aren’t you?” He said, as he closed in and sat in front of her in a seat.

“Tell me the truth, and I’ll see how I can help you,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“Huh,” Kareema started crying loudly, hiding her face between her hands. She felt him standing up, walking towards her, and sitting by her on the sofa. She cried like that for a few minutes. Once she became less loud, she felt his right hand on her left shoulder.

She took her face out of her hands and looked at him.

“I know this isn’t the best time. But I’ll have to know what happened to help you. I’m sub-inspector Amal. What’s your name?” He asked in a comforting tone.

“Kareema…Kareema Zainab Rasooldeen,” she said as she laid her back against the back of the sofa.

“Mh,” he smiled, “beautiful name, just like you.”

These words made her blush in shyness. She smiled, through her watery eyes. They started talking casually. She told him about her story, except for the fact that she had been having sex with men all over the place ever since she moved in.

“So, tell me what made you cry, Kareema,” he finally asked.

She told him everything that happened the day Gihan first came, and the same day, except for one thing. She didn’t tell him about the gun they stole. She said it as if Gihan forced Anita even though Anita allowed it to happen, consensually.

He thought for a while. Then, he spoke.

“Hmm. I think you two should have reported this to the police as soon as the first scene happened. Now we can’t get anything proven because of the delay. But I can do the rest of my duty. I’ll keep watch on this house like this, okay?” Amal asked. Kareema nodded her head.

They were sitting very close to each other. It wasn’t long before Kareema started feeling his body heat, and smelling his manliness.

“Please, don’t let them get us again, officer,” Kareema said as she hugged him and placed her left ear against his chest. He was startled for a second, but he hugged her back.

“I promise, Kareema, and just call me Amal from now onwards. Think of me as your friend, and not as a police officer, okay?” he said, rubbing her back with his right palm. And soon enough, he kissed her head close to her forehead.

“Amal,” Kareema moaned, turning her face towards him and looking into his eyes, “why don’t you tell me how you really feel about me?”

Amal’s real feelings were one thing, but he was hesitant to say them. He thought that’d be abusing of authority.

“Well,” he stuttered, “I’m just here to…do my job…for two taxpayers…that’s it,” Amal said with a wide smile.

“Amal,” Kareema said as she bit her lower lip, smiled widely. She rubbed him from his shoulders up to his cheeks and stopped her palms on his cheeks, “I think you’re lying to me.”

Amal could keep his hands to himself. But his cock was betraying him. Its harness was already visible through his pants.

“Kareema, we can’t do this,” Amal stuttered, but Kareema rubbed him with her right hand down to his cock and grabbed it through his pants.

“Your mouth says no, but your cock says yes, Amal,” she said in a sensual tone, as she started pushing his zip down, slowly.

“Oh shit!” Amal said as he face-palmed himself, hung his head towards the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes. Soon enough, Kareema relieved his cock of his pants and his underwear. She started sucking it, working all kinds of magic on it with her fingers, tongue, and lips.

Feeling it erect to its almost full size, Amal looked back at her face. She was looking at his face and tasting his cock like it was candy, holding it with both eyes. Soon enough it was fully erect.

“Fuck me, Amal, fuck me hard and fuck me right now. I’m all yours,” Kareema said, rubbing his skin up and down with her right hand.

“Come here,” Amal said as he held her neck with both hands, with his left hand from the front and his right hand from the back. He pulled her to his right side.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, and moaned, as he started sharing a kiss with her. Soon enough, two tongues met under the shield of four lips, and their eyes were closed, and throats were moaning inside.

Kareema kept rubbing his cock up and down. But when his grip on her neck started tightening, she let his cock and patted his left hand. He broke the kiss and left her neck immediately.

They kept looking into the eyes of each other, as Amal started loosening her headcover around her neck. Once her neck was exposed, he started eating her neck, starting to squeeze her right boob with his left hand.

“Aah, yeah,” she moaned, with her eyes closed and her face turned upwards. Her headcover fell off. He tasted both sides of her neck. Then he started unbuttoning her long dress and finally exposed her bra cups.

“Oh wow, they’re so big,” he said as he threw his arms around her body, hugged her tight and started kissing and biting her boobs.

“Aaah,” she moaned as she unhooked her bra from the back and let it fall off her shoulders.

He immediately grabbed her boobs and started sucking the right nipple, as working his fingertips on the left one.

“Ah, be gentle with me, Amal,” Kareema pleaded. Amal loosened his grip. Kareema went back to rubbing his cock up and down. He later started unbuttoning her dress down. Kareema knew what he wanted now.

She stood up and let the dress fall off her body. Amal immediately knelt at her and started pulling her panty down. Once it was at her ankles, she got out of it and kicked it away.

“Oh wow, so clean and beautiful,” Amal remarked her pussy, before pressing his mouth against it and eating it. She felt him licking, sucking, and slowly biting it from time to time.

“Ah, yeah baby,” she moaned rubbing her left fingers through his hair. Later he stopped tasting her pussy and started fucking it with his index and middle fingers together. She started moaning.

“Aah,” Kareema moaned and finished it as he pulled his fingers out. They were wet. He stood up. “Ready to have me inside of you now?” He asked as he started getting naked. Kareema nodded her head.

Amal got fully naked. He held her left arm with his right hand. “Show me a room,” he said. He took her inside the same backroom as Gihan did, and pushed her to the bed. Now the mattress was on.

“Ahh,” she moaned and smiled back at him as she hit the mattress. Soon, he also got on the mattress. He lied on his back with legs bent at the knees and driven apart. “Lie on top of me,” he commanded. She obeyed.

“Bend your legs,” he commanded again, and she obeyed, again.

“Press them against your breasts,” he commanded, and she obeyed, again.

He then wrapped his arms underneath her legs from behind to pick her up. He held her, holding the back of her neck with both hands. Her neck was bent forward almost sharply because of his tight grip. She felt the strength of his forearms below her thighs

She knew what to do. She guided his cock to her pussy with her right hand, and as soon as he felt his gland entering her pussy lips, he started fucking her. Obviously, in this position, he couldn’t fuck her with his full force. She kept moaning, and saying, “Fuck me harder.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” she moaned each time he fucked her. Her hair was being thrown back and forth with each thrust. By the time he let go of her, her thighs were marked in red due to his forearms being pressed against them hard.

He pushed her off his body and went to sit on the floor. His legs were slightly bent at knees and driven wide apart. “Come and sit on my cock, with your legs on both sides of me,” he commanded her and she obeyed.

“Hug my neck,” he commanded her, and she obeyed, again.

“Lean back,” he commanded her and as she obeyed, but he held her behind her back with his hands. She looked at his eyes, as he said, “What more are you waiting for? Ride,” and started riding him.

She kept looking at his eyes for a few seconds, before going forward for a kiss. They started sharing a kiss, with their eyes closed and his hands rubbing her back and hers rubbing the back of his neck.

His hands soon came to the front and started massaging her boobs. she responded by moaning into his throat. She finally broke the kiss.” You’re so amazing, Amal. I’m just so glad we met and met like this,” she said. He smiled.

“Yeah, baby, me too,” be said as he pushed a few hairs behind her left ear with his right hand fingers, before starting to taste the right side of her neck.

“Aaah, yeah Amal darling,” she moaned, hugging him tightly. He hugged her back, equally tightly, and lifted her, as she stopped riding him. As she started sharing a kiss with him, with her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, he turned towards the bed and laid her on it slowly.

He came on top of her and while still sharing the kiss, he started fucking her. This time, he was fucking her with all his strength. Soon enough, he was about to come. They were both sweating like fountains.

“I’m gonna come,” he said.

“I’m not on the pill!” She said.

“Oh shit!” He said as he pulled out immediately and lost his load on her belly as Kareema was laying in the bed, exhausted. Amal came back with his hanky in his hand. He started wiping his juice off her belly and his cock.

His cock was small now. She looked at it and smiled.

“Yeah, it’s small again now, I know,” Amal said, in an unhappy tone.

“Come here,” Kareema said, signaling with her right index finger. Amal looked at her with a wide wild grin, put the hanky aside, and slowly laid on top her with his elbows on either side of her face against the mattress.

“It was awesome, Amal. No regrets.”

“Same about you, love. You’re amazing. But why did you turn to this life, instead of getting married?”

This reminded Kareema of her dead husband. Her eyes started watering in no time. Amal understood what that meant. “I’m so sorry, darling,” he said as he hugged her, sliding his hands under her body, slowly.

He rolled and took her on top of him, so he could hug her even better. He waited for her to break the hug. As she looked at his eyes again, he pushed a few of her hair towards the back of her left ear. They smiled at each other.

And a few seconds later, they started sharing a wild kiss, again.

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