Confession Of A Sextress – Part 16

Qamaar narrates this

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Fareeda kept narrating.

“I had lost much of my lust and by now, superbly tired and dirty, I wanted to go home. I thought I would not be able to go to teach at the school the next morning.

44, 45 two guys (say Numan and Bashir) came to me and fucked me such a way that Numan was laying down and he had his legs upwards. I had to ride him, almost laying on him with my legs by his both sides and Bashir fucked me, kneeling behind me. At the end, Numan squirted right to my face while Bashir made my hair and back wet of his semen.

As I was laying down completely exhausted, Ahmad laughed and said,

“Haha! Hey my dear, do you know how a come slut looks like?” All the men were laughing.

“Look at the mirror as soon as we take you home, and you will see!” And they were laughing even louder.

I was laying, hurt and ashamed. I am forced into this immodest life and even if I wanted to physically resist men, I lose my nerve when they start touching me intimately.

“I guess it is time for threesome now. Please volunteer some who did not come earlier”

Oh no! These men are gonna end up ripping me apart!

46, 47, 48 three guys came forth (say Jamra, Khattab and Masud) and Jamra laid on the floor and asked me to Sit on his cock. I slowly crawled to him and did that. Then he pulled me down to himself and Khattab penetrated me from behind and laid on me. Then I felt my pussy being pulled even wider as Masud penetrated from behind me and Khattab. I screamed out as he started fucking me. Tears started dropping because of the pain. In this position, only Masud could fuck me practically. The others were just slightly moving but they were kissing me over and over.

Once they were ready to come, they washed off my back, hair, and face with their semen. I was laying there, displaying my pulled apart pussy for all to see. Although I was too weak to look at, I was sure it was looking like roadkill by then.

49, 50, 51 another three guys (say Waqqas, Jarir and Ziyard) fucked me, as I was laying on Waqqas, and we both were looking upwards, Jarir laid on me and Ziyard was fucking me, kneeling down in front of my pussy. This time, it did not hurt me as much as the first time, but it still did. My face was still wet with the tears I shed the first time I was triple penetrated. Waqqas and Jarir were kissing me a lot until they all came all over me and went away.

The bus floor was wet of semen, my squirt and sweat and the dirt on the bus floor were stained all over my body.

52, 53, 54 another three (say Waqid, Lait and Rahman) triple penetrated me but thus time, as I was being fucked doggy style by Waqid and Lait, Rahman was fucking my mouth. At least my pussy was not getting torn apart, I thought.

After a while, I felt the cock of Rahman ready to explode. He held my hair and kept my face firm on his cock, sending all music semen inside my mouth and then through my throat as well. I coughed as soon as he left me.

The other two came all over my back and hair before leaving me.

55, 56, 57 another three (say Walid, Muawiyah and Mahmud) fucked me as I was on the floor and my legs were held towards my head and as Walid was over me and muawiyah was behind him, Mahmud was fucking my mouth. He ended up coming into my mouth and the other two, to my face and boobs.

58, 59, 60 another three (say Rabi, Mulaika and Juhan) asked me to ride Rabi and Mulaika as they have their cocks pressed together and their legs criss-cross. As I was riding them, squatting up and down on their cocks, Juhan was fucking my mouth. Actually, by then, I was hardly even moving and he was fucking my mouth like nothing. He ended up coming in my mouth and the semen of the other two ended up in my pussy.

As I fell back, Ahmad said,

“Wow! Unbelievable! Did you know how many men you just had sex with?”

I had lost count long ago and I was almost outta my senses. I was just looking at his face. He said,

“I counted sixty! Is that correct?” He asked the ones around and they said affirmatively.

What the hell? Sixty men? I never felt like that. At this point I pleaded to Ahmad, saying,

“Please! No more! Lemme go. I am begging you”

Ahmad looked at me sympathetically and said,

“Hmm…I see. You should be a thankful young lady, that we still have some sympathy left in our hearts. We will take you home now. I guess all our brother are satisfied now?”

“Yes, we all are,” some of them said. I tried to smile as Ahmad said,

“Well, she cannot go home like this. We should clean her. Is there a public toilet or something nearby?”

They said affirmatively.

Later, I was sitting on the commode of the public bathroom and Ahmad was washing me, Rubbing my whole body well and cleaning me with soap. After I was ready, he dressed me up with my panty, torn apart bra and my religious clothing, saying,

“Sorry about your bra. Did not think I would have to do that. Well, you can manage for now with this”

He said as he stitched my bra with two pins.

As I was traveling back, now feeling much better, they fed me well with some food and drinks they bought on the way and the young ones handed me their mobile numbers as well, asking me to call them if I need any help…not just sex but anything else. When I got off, so did Ahmad and said,

“Brothers, we shall not let this woman away empty handed for how well she corporate with us”

He said as he pulled out his wallet and took out a money note. The others also aided and he handed the money over to me.

I was looking at him, with no idea whether to accept this, until he said,

“We do not consider you to be a prostitute. This is just a reward in gratitude. I think you live alone. This will help you with your daily needs”

I took it and turned, headed to my boarding. I saw them getting in and departing.

After reaching home, I vomited a lot and git rid of all the semen inside my stomach. I also washed out my pussy.

When I laid on the bed, completely naked, I looked at my pussy, which was now looking like roadkill and almost numb due to the rough fucking. Still, with my eyes wet in tears, I thought,

“If this is what I deserve to be, then let it be”

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