Ghost Of Kareema – An Erotic Sex Tale – Part 10

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17 June 1985

Like in a dream, Kareema felt the bus is stopped. Her being taken away, and being undressed, as she laid back, unable to resist. Then, she stopped feeling anything. Kareema woke up, feeling a flow of way we hitting her face.

“Wake up, bitch!” A man said as he put away the bucket. Kareema noticed the man. It was the bus driver. She then noticed that she was in a bed, somewhere that looked like a garage.

She sat on her bed and looked around. Other than the garage-like place, all around was like a jungle. This place looked like somewhere far away from human civilization. Then she noticed that there were three men altogether in the space.

They were the man whose seat Kareema sat in, the driver and the conductor of the bus. They all seemed like hard-working men. Even though the man who dragged her before seemed bigger than the other two. They all were surely bigger than Kareema, though.

“Looks like our bitch woke up,” the big man said to the other two. Let’s call them A, B, and C, until we come to know their actual names.

A: the man who dragged Kareema
B: the driver
C: the conductor.

“Where am I?” Kareema said, crawling in.

“Let’s end this already. Boys, hold her tight,” A said to B and C.

Kareema tried to jump off and run away, but B and C held her by each of her hands and put her back in the bed.

“Ugh, what are you doing? Let me go, you bastards!” Kareema screamed as she was held down by B and C, who took her hands and legs, respectively. She was held down against the bed, with her hands and feet directed at each of the corners of the bed.

A came close and climbed on her body. She still struggled. But she was nowhere near strong against the two men who held her down.

“Dammit, this bitch is pretty strong,” B said.

“Let’s see if her beauty is worth all that’s to come,” A said as he ripped her mask.

Kareema was looking at him, angrily. A laughed at her.

“Damn boys, best we’ve got so far,” he said as he laid on her.

He took her jaw in his right hand, as he closed his face to hers. Kareema tried to look away, but he turned her face straight. He held her face in place and as she had her eyes and her mouth tight shut, he started licking all over her.

“Mmm!” Kareema said, trying to struggle. She felt his elbows on her tits.

“You’re one disgusting bastard, did you know that?” Kareema angrily said as A lifted his face away from her.

“Thoo!” He released a huge pile of spittle right at her face, which made her tight shit her eyes and her mouth.

“I feel some two huge things inside here,” the man said, squeezing her tits over her dress.

“Aah! Stop it, you’re hurting me,” Kareema said in a hurt voice.

He wasn’t squeezing them that hard, but she pretended to be hurt to play on the safe side. Anyway, A didn’t seem to care. He left her boobs and squeezed her dress around her neck, preparing to rip her dress apart on one pull.

“No! Please don’t,” but despite her pleas, A ripped her dress apart, revealing her entire body under. She was still wearing her bra and panty. He held the bra by its middle area.

“Oh no, please,” but he ripped it also off.

He didn’t just rip it in the middle. He ripped it completely off her body. He was sitting lightly on her body, over her stomach. He turned around and held her panty too, ready to rip it away.

“Oh no, I’ve gotta go back home,” and he ripped it off too.

Her eyes started watering. It wasn’t that she was being used. It wasn’t even about her clothes being destroyed. It was that she tried to be pious again. But she was being made dirty, and she had to wait and watch.

Knowing this, her eyes started watering. She tried to stop it by closing her eyes tight, but she failed.

“Please, just let me go,” Kareema pleaded.

“Stop pretending, bitch. We know you whore are craving our Sinhalese cocks,” B said as they all laughed.

“Say that, bitch! Ya another Sinhalese cock whore, aye?” C said loudly.

“Well, you will be, from now onwards!” C said, to which they all laughed.

“Man, look at those huge titties,” A said in excitement, as he took hold of them, each in each of his hands.

“They feel harder than the ones I’ve held before, though,” A said, as he kept his boob playing.

“Does this hurt you?” A asked as he squeezed her boobs in his hands and pulled them up.

“Aah! Yeah,” Kareema said, bending her back, trying to raise her body up.

It was a lie, though. A was holding and pulling her tits more easily than anyone who has had sex with Kareema did so she wasn’t hurt.

“Good, that should hurt. How about this?” A pinched her nipples and pulled them, each in each of his hand, between his thumb and index fingers.

“Aaah! Yeah, it does,” Kareema lied again. She had started to enjoy this, but deep down, she was feeling guilty.

“What a lying bitch, guess she wants it the hard way,” A said as he got off her and walked aside. She was still being held down. While he was searching for something, B and C tied to the bed with cloth strips and moved aside. A came back with two clipped electrodes in his hand.

“Punishment time!” He said as he clipped each of them to each of her nipples.

“Oh no! Not this,” Kareema tiered to say something in a scared voice, as A switched something on.

Kareema tide shut her eyes and mouth, trying to take some huge pain which she didn’t! She was, in fact, being electrocuted. But it was just a tingling sensation on all over her breast, intensified on her nipples. It was making her horny like she’s never felt before.

She couldn’t take in any more. She started struggling, sweating and moaning, while the clips remained intact. “Aah,” she moaned, as she felt more and hornier. Her pussy started watering.

“Hey look, her pussy is watering!” A said in a victorious voice. “Time to plug the earth, boys,” A said as he took another clip and clipped her clitoris.

She started feeling the tingle in her clitoris, and soon, she was feeling so horny she screamed. “Stop this, you bastards! Get this off and fuck me! Fuck me so I’ll feel satisfied!” She said as she struggled like an enraging animal.

“Aww, tough! Alright, boys, prepare her for me,” A said as he took off his shirt, and then his pants.

B and C released her from the knots. Kareema had her wrists reddened by the knots. She had very white skin so it was even more apparent. B pulled her black dress, as she moved her body and let him.

She still had her head cover on, which nobody tried to put away. A was totally naked now. As he approached her, she tried to take off her headcover.

“Keep it,” A said as he sat on the side of the bed, and pulled her closer, holding her left hand in his.

“Sit on my lap,” he commanded. She put her legs on both sides of his lap, and sat on it, placing her knees against the bed.

His dick was now enlarged. She loved the way it looked.

“Do you want me to suck it?” Kareema asked in a sensual voice.

“No, I want you to ride it,” he said as he pulled himself back a bit and laid his upper back on the bed. Now, from his head to his knees were on the bed, and she was sitting near his dick, upright.

Kareema had seen this in the porn movies she watched. She raised a bit, held his dick in her right hand, positioned herself and took it inside as she sat on his crotch.

“God, you feel so big inside me,” she honestly complimented his dick.

“Hold my hands, and start riding me,” A said, raising and taking his hands towards her.

Kareema held his hands, each in hers and started riding him. Their fingers were crossing each other. She felt that he was holding her hands soft enough for her not to Get hurt but hard enough for her to be unable to run away.

Anyway, she didn’t wanna run. She wanted to ride.

“Oh yeah, your dick feels so good inside of me,” she moaned as she jumped up and down.

“Come closer and feel her, boys,” A said as B and C closed in and started feeling her boobs and her ass in their hands.

Now, B was in her left and C was in her right. They were feeling her.

“Aah, oh yeah, this is so good,” Kareema kept riding A.

“Leave my hands and start jacking off their cocks,” A suddenly said, loosening his grip. She obeyed willingly.

She had noticed something about all the Sinhalese men she had become intimate with. None of them had what she would have called a small penis. They were at least medium-sized and definitely larger than that of her husband.

He felt the two cocks growing to their full sizes in her hands.

“Can I suck them?” Kareema asked.

“Yeah, darling, start with this guy,” A said, looking at B.

Being called darling made her blush. She took B’s cock in her mouth and as she was sucking it, she kept riding A. A was feeling her thighs and her waist.

“Oh, damn you, this is one experienced whore right here,” B said, smiling.

“No other bitch we took here has sucked me like this.”

“Hey, how many Sinhalese cocks have you had inside you before?” A asked. But Kareema just kept sucking B’s dick. “Mmm,” Kareema moaned, with her eyes closed, as he kept sucking it.

“Okay, take it out of your whore mouth and tell us,” A said, in an impatient voice.

“Mmm, just two,” she said as she tried to start sucking B again.

“Wait, suck the other guy’s cock now,” A commanded.

“Change between the cocks each time I ask you something.”

As Kareema started sucking off C, B started jacking off.

“Hey, do it slowly, boy,” A said, and B started jacking off slower.

“Don’t do it anywhere except inside our new cum dumpster. What’s Your name?” A asked after some time. She was still riding while sucking C, and he was nowhere near cumming.

“Mmh…Kareema…Kareema Zainab Rasooldeen,” Kareema said as she started sucking off B again.

“Beautiful name, right boys?” A asked. B and C nodded yes.

“Want to know our names, Kareema?” A asked. Being called humiliating names turned her on. But being called by her real name just added to her excitement.

“Mmh…sure,” she said, as she started sucking off C again.

“I’m Hashan, the guy you’re sucking is Janith, the other one is Iman.”

Clarification:

A: Hashan
B: Iman
C: Janith

She didn’t respond. She kept sucking Janith.

“Where do you live, Kareema?” Hashan asked.

“Mmm…” she said her boarding address (censored for privacy reasons) and started sucking Iman again.

“Oh ho, that’s not far from where you got off the bus. We’ll come there some time,” Hashan said, victoriously. Kareema smiled, still with two cocks inside of her.

“Hash, I’m about to nut,” suddenly Iman said, holding her head in place. Kareema had never taken a nut inside her mouth so she tried to move away, but Janith held her hands and pinned them against her back, allowing Iman to nut inside her. She felt his nut hitting her throat, over and over again. He was done.

He left her head and moved aside, as Janith left her hands, turned her face towards him, and rammed his dick in her mouth. This time, she didn’t protest. She now knew that it was okay to take. He nuts in her just like Iman did.

They both got aside, exhausted. As they were dressing back up again, Hashan straightened his upper back and took hold of her boobs. As he was playing with them, she placed her hands against his shoulders and kept riding him.

After playing for a while, he took her right tit in his mouth.

“Mmm!” He kept making a sound, biting it again and again, as he took her boob fully inside his mouth. She felt his tongue nibbling against her nipple. He hugged her tighter and pressed his head against her boob more, as he took her boob in his mouth. He was hugging her so tightly she had to stop riding.

“Aah,” she moaned as he ate her tit. His bite hurt her a bit but at that stage, she was enjoying it. Later, he left her boob and did the same to her left boob as well. Then he left her and laid back. She tried to start riding him again, but he stopped her by pushing her thighs down.

“Stop. Suck my cock and swallow my load.”

As he released his grip, she did what he said. It took him a while but he finally cum with a loud moan. She tried to get off but he held her hands and pull her closer. He held her jaw in his right hand, to which she didn’t protest at all.

“Did you swallow it all?” And she nodded yes.

“Show me,” and she opened her mouth. She had swallowed his entire load.

“Good,” Hashan said as he left her and got off the bed.

“Damn, we’ve never had this kinda one,” he said as he started dressing back up.

Kareema started pulling her dress together to cover herself up.

“Do you live with your husband?” Hashan asked as she finished wrapping the remaining of her dress around her.

“No. He died some time ago,” she said as she stood straight.

“I’m sorry about that,” Hashan said in a sympathetic voice.

She realized that it was pretty dark.

“Oh no, I must go now!”

“Oh hell, boys, get ready. Let’s drop our new cum dumpster at her home! Where’s her handbag?”

They took her in their bus, back to where she got off before. As she was trying to cross the road, having pulled her dress together from the ends, Hashan stopped her. He held her arms and pinned her against the bus.

“You want some more, bad boy?”

“I’m finished for days to come. I just can’t pay you enough for your beauty and your talent, but take this for now,” he said as he pulled a few thousand bucks from his pocket and handed it to Kareema.

Kareema was looking at it like she was offended.

“Do you think I’m a prostitute or something?” She asked with fake anger.

“No, I don’t. This isn’t a payment. This is an appreciation, take it,” he said as he took her right hand in his left, and forcibly rolled the money in her fist. She waited for a while and put the money in her handbag. Even after that, he wouldn’t let her go.

“What now?”

“This,” he said as he hugged her tight and started kissing her mouth, passionately. As she started kissing him back with her arms around him, Iman came running at them with a bag in his hand.

“Sorry about your dress, but this might fit you,” he handed it over to her as Hashan stopped kissing her and let her go.

“Thanks,” Kareema said.

“We’ll see again,” Hashan said, as he and Iman got on the bus.

“Lets roll, boys!” She heard Hashan shout, as their bus started rolling. She kept looking at the bus as it went and went away and disappeared. She was alone all over the place. She looked at the street in front.

“Hmm, what a day! I guess this is my life after all,” she told herself, as she crossed the road into the street, headed to the boarding.

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