Ghost Of Kareema – An Erotic Sex Tale – Part 5

Welcome back readers,

Description of the characters:

Amith – a shopkeeper Anita is close with. He had sex with Kareema and indirectly claimed to have sex with Anita.

Anita – Kareema’s roommate in the boarding.

Channa – Kareema’s boss. had sex with Kareema.

Kareema – the main protagonist of the story. Had sex with her husband and Amith.

Now let’s get back to the story.

A few more days passed, without sex for either of them. At least, Kareema didn’t see Anita having sex with anyone. But with what she knows about her friend, she knew that Anita was banging guys all over the town.

But Anita banged only Sinhalese guys.

“It’s the dick, Kareema, and you’ll know what I mean soon enough,” she said as she lovingly patted Kareema’s cheek.

A few days passed by. Now Kareema was so desperate for some great sex, she was masturbating too.

“God, I can’t hold this back anymore.”

And this is how it all came to pass.

The day after her sex session with Amith, they went to work. On their way back, Anita stopped by Amith’s shop.

“Oh please, don’t tell me…”

“No Kareema, not this time. We’re just here to take your sarees. Come on,” Anita said, stepping towards the shop. Kareema quickly followed.

“Good morning you two. Kareema, I hope you’re alright today.”

“She’s not well yet, Amith. We’re here to take the sarees. Are they ready?”

“Oh yeah sure, I’ll get them right away.”

Amith brought her two sarees and the two blouses. On the first look, they seemed to cover Kareema’s upper body pretty well. Except for that, there were deep cuts around the cleavage area, and they couldn’t even be buttoned.

“Anita, why are they designed like this?”

“Meh, you’ll know, Kareema, you’ll know,” that was all she said.

Kareema started wearing the sarees and blouses, with her head covers too. Guys seem to be more attracted to Kareema, than to Anita, although Anita exposed more of her flesh. Well, except for that, and the experience and durability regarding sex, Kareema easily beat Anita in every other way.

Kareema had the lighter, clearer skin, thicker body, and the hotter face, and the men loved her shyness more than Anita’s openness. Kareema seemed to finish her work sooner than anyone else in the office. Because actually, much of her work was done by others.

So one day, their boss, Channa, called Kareema to his office. Channa was, another dark-skinned, big, Sinhalese man.

“I wonder if this also might end up like with Amith, squat, what am I even thinking?” Kareema said to herself as she stood up to went to his room.

She went there. That day, she was dressed in one of her long-sleeve office shirts, her long sleeve coat, and her trousers. They were kinda tight to her, but they covered her body well, so she was okay with that. Also, she was wearing her headscarf. After days of wearing sarees, Anita had asked her to wear this for a change.

“Kareema, we gotta talk,” Channa said, settling up in his chair, and signing with his hand for her to sit in front of his desk. He was drinking coffee from a cup and there was a cup for Kareema too.

“Yes, sir?”

“Would you wanna hear the good news first, or take a sip from your drink, and talk slowly?” He asked with a smile as he pointed towards the drink. She took it in her hands and took a sip, like a little girl.

“Thank you, sir,” she said as she put the cup aside.

“Kareema, I’ve gotta say, I’m impressed. You came here with next to no experience. I taught you the basics in the beginning, and now you seem to finish work faster than anyone else. I’ve decided to increase your salary. What do you think? Happy?”

“Thank you so much, sir, yes, I’m happy,” Kareema responded with honest joy, as he smiled, stood up and started walking towards the door. Kareema stood too, but he signaled her to sit back.

“It’s okay, Kareema, you can sit back,” he said as he slowly walked towards the door and locked it.

She was feeling weird about getting to be alone in this room with this man. So far, for her, being alone in a tight space with a big, dark, Sinhalese man, had worked in just one way.

She sat in her seat, down at her fingers, now running against each other on her lap, as she heard Channa closing in, talking.

“But before the increment, prove me one thing,” he said, as he placed his hands on her collar areas and started massaging them.

This alone started to warm her up, but she started to back off.

“Sir, I don’t think we should be doing this,” she said as she slowly pushed off his hands.

He didn’t say a single word. He just backed off and kept watching her.

Kareema was surprised. He wasn’t acting like Amith, at all.

“Sir?”

“Never mind, honey. Just waiting for the meds to kick in!”

“What meds?” As Kareema asked, she let a sudden adrenaline rush inside her. Her head felt a little heavier and she started to sweat. She was feeling hornier, but weaker as well. She tried to unlock the door, but she couldn’t.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Channa said as he pulled her into his grip from her behind, and started roughing up her tits through her dress. He was mauling her tits hard. She was enjoying deep down anyway.

“Aah! No sir, don’t do this…aaah! You’re hurting me,” Kareema said, trying to break free. But Channa grabbed and pulled her coat down to her elbows, and rolled it around her firearms so she can no longer effectively struggle.

He started roughing up her tits again. She was moaning all the way, but still, trying to back off. After a while, he pulled apart her blouses, pulled it down her arms as much as he could. He unlocked the bra from the front, pulled it down too, and started mauling her boobs raw.

His rough hands crushing her boobs was a great feeling to her. But she didn’t wanna bang a man without even Anita knowing it.

“No sir, please don’t do this. I can’t do this,” but Channa paid no attention. Adding to the action, he started licking all over her upper back and shoulders.

“Steaks are finer with sauce added. Women, with their own sweat!” He said as he was roughly holding onto her tits and licking all over her. His saliva was all over her upper back and shoulders and she started to smell it too.

“Are you licking me? No,no, no! Lemme go,” she started to struggle with her hands tied behind her back, but it was useless. He was now crushing her boobs as hard as ever.

After a while, as he grabbed her left boob with his right hand, still from her behind, he turned her face towards his, binding her jaw with his left hand, and started licking all over her face. She had her mouth and eyes tight shut by now.

“Ugh, you’re so disgusting!” she said as he started to force his tongue into her mouth. She had her jaws tight shut.

Channa hardly pinched her left nipple, which made her open her mouth to scream, “Aaah!” And as she did so, he pressed his left hand fingers into her jaw, through her cheeks, four fingers on her right cheek, and the thumb on her left.

“No,” she was making a weird sound as he forced his tongue into her mouth and started licking inside there. Her mouth had started to ache because of his tight grip. She gave up at this point, and let her body’s natural tendencies take its course.

When he finally stopped licking her mouth, she couldn’t even close her mouth back. She let her jaw remain open.

“Aah!” She slowly moaned as he grabbed her boobs, each in each hand. He twisted them and left them.

“Ah!”

He did it again.

“Ah!”

And again.

“Aah!”

Each time he did that, her now sweaty boobs made a sound. And he pulled down her coat, shirt, and bra off her arms. He held her by her shoulders, turned her around, and pushed her against the wall. She hit it and stopped.

He closed in and pinned her against the wall with his left hand against her neck. When she tried to hold her hand with her both hands, he took her wrists in his right hand and pinned them too against the wall, over her head.

He held her jaw in his hand, closed his face to hers, and very lightly slapped on her left cheek. That didn’t hurt her at all, so he kept her face still.

“Turn your face to the other side when I slap you,” he murmured to her ear as he slapped her again. She was feeling weirdly horny, so she complied.

“I – pay – so – you – live,” he said, landing a slap on her left cheek each time. He turned her face back towards him, took his face closer and spat a big pulp of saliva into her mouth. His saliva tasted weird. She tried to put it out, but he forced to shut her jaws.

“Swallow. I’m your lifeline. Whatever I give, you take. Do you understand?” She nodded up and down.

“Did you swallow?” She nodded again.

“Show me,” he said, forcing his fingers into her cheeks, again. She opened her mouth. Yes, she had swallowed. “You’re doing fine so far,” he said as he left her jaw and her arms. He took her by her head cover and her hair, pulled her towards the table, placed her frontal upper body against the table.

He pulled her hands against her back, and holding them in place with his left hand, with his right, he took off his belt He then used it to lock her forearms in place. Then he turned her upwards, turned her 90 degrees on the table so he was facing her from her right.

He took her right tit in both his hands and started playing with it for a while. When he squeezed it by its base, it came up like a ball. “Ah!” She moaned each time he slowly released and suddenly squeezed her tit.

“God, I’ve never seen such amazing titties!” He said as he got his face closer. He put her right boob in his mouth and started eating it, greedily. In his mouth, his tongue was nibbling with her nipple.

She couldn’t protest with her hands tied against her back and pressed by her weight, but she didn’t want to either. She was enjoying him roughing up her boobs even further.

Still eating the right boob, he looked at the left one. He started slapping it with his right hand. Her left boob started moving back and forth like a newly made jelly.

“Aah! Aah!” She moaned each time he slapped them.

After a while, he left her boobs, held her neck, turned her 90 degrees even further to take her head towards his dick, pulled her head off the table. He turned her face towards his junk and started pushing down his pants. She knew what he was about to do.

“Suck this up, girl,” Channa said, putting his dick outta his pants. He had shaven pubes. But she kept her mouth closed.

“Come on, open up, dammit,” he said as held his jaw with his left hand and slammed his gland over and over again against her lips, squeezing her jaws trying to force them open. She had her eyes and her lips tight shut. Then he left his dick for a while, and slapped her boobs simultaneously, with his right hand.

“Open – your – mouth – now!” He said as he slapped each of her boobs. She finally opened her mouth, and he squeezed both of her boobs in each of his hands, as he rammed his full length into her deep throat.

“Mmm!” She made a loud noise within her mouth. Channa thought of it as alarming. He quickly left her boobs and pulled his cock out. “Sir, you’re hurting my breast like hell,” she said as soon as he pulled out his cock. He looked worried.

“I’m sorry dear, I won’t touch your boobs again,” he said as he held her neck and rammed into her mouth again. “Mmm!” She was making sounds but not as loudly as before so he was sure she wasn’t in a danger now.

After a while, his dick was at its full size. He pulled out, turned her sideways, took his belt away, turned her back upwards, turned her 180. He pulled her shoes, then her pants and then her underwear off her legs, and placed his dick against her pussy.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Channa asked as he didn’t know about her sex with Amith. He thought this could be her first time.

“I’m not a virgin, sir, go ahead,” Kareema said in a commanding tone.

“Oh wow,” Channa said as he held her thighs tight and started ramming her in and out.

“Ah, yeah, fuck me, fuck me harder!” She kept screaming as he rammed her harder and faster.

After a while, still fucking her, he bent forth a bit, held her arms and started fucking her even deeper. “Oh my god, this is so good!” Kareema screamed as he kept ramming her. Her boobs were being thrown up and down and hitting her face and back against her belly, due to his powerful thrusts.

“Squeeze my titties,” she suddenly said. Channa didn’t ask or think again. He left her arms and squeezed her boobs as he kept fucking. He didn’t squeeze them hard, this time, so to support his motion, she held his wrists tightly with her hands, as he placed up.

“Damn girl, you have some tough grip,” Channa said with a smile, as he kept ramming her.

After a while, he left her boobs and pulled out. As she left his wrists, he pulled her by her thighs, to her knees on the floor and took his dick close to her face to jack it off all over her face. Then, Kareema tightly grabbed his dick.

“Ah! Ah! Oh yeah, baby,” Channa screamed as she jacked him off, over and over again, all over her face. Once he stopped, he sucked his cock, squeezing her balls, until the last of his jizz was in her mouth, which he swallowed right away.

Once she was done, she looked at her boss, now with a face as white as a sheet, and a scared look in his eyes. “Oh god, I guess you sucked my soul outta me,” he said as he fell back to a seat nearby.

She stood up, cleaning his jizz on her face, into her mouth with her fingers. “So am I getting the increment?”

“Sure, here’s the confirmation letter,” he said as he quickly signed a letter and threw it at her, which she picked up eagerly.

She put it inside her bra, as she dressed back up. She opened the door, looked around and sneaked outta his room. He was still on his seat, unable to move after what she just did to him.

Thanks for your patience and for reading all the way, guys.

Be sure to keep checking this story parts. I guarantee you, you won’t be disappointed, and this story is gonna good. Until next time, peace.