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Meeting Beth, Part 1 free porn video
I've met a few women off here and had, as I'm sure everybody has, some pretty weird experiences. There are a lot of crazy people out there, a lot of real sluts too. Well my god did I meet a slut last week. Her name is Beth - that isn't what she's called on here, but I reckon some blokes might figure out who it is once they've read this. We had been chatting on here for some time and I thought it was time we met. I've been working down south a lot and hadn't had time, but I was back in Birmingham to seal a property deal and knew I should have a day free, once we'd signed on the dotted line.
So we chatted, made the plans, and I booked a suite at a city centre hotel for her, and went to do my little bit of business. That's when it all started going wrong. Beth called me to say she was in the hotel, and had already started on the minibar, and where the hell was I. Well I was stuck in a derelict factory unit by the side of the M5 flyover - you know where there's a forest of cherry pickers and a dirty great England flag? A hundred yards from there. An old assembly plant that I was buying with a view to refurbing and selling on, from a Turkish guy called Kemal who had had the same idea but had run out of capital. But when we came to sign the papers in his solicitors office he decides we need to be specific on fixtures and fittings - like a thousand broken windows and matching puddles are worth anything. But he drags me down there and we're walking round in this dark, wet, pigeon-filled dump, with him scribbling on a clipboard and me fending off texts from Beth, getting increasingly pissed off. She was all for pissing off home and giving up on me, and I had to beg her to stay - I told her what was going on, where I was, and how soon I'd be at the hotel. Big mistake as it turned out
Kemal was driving me nuts but I couldn't pressure him as I wanted the deal, and besides he's a massive bloke, 6'6" easy, but a big fat bastard with it, shaved head, a real character. You don't push him. Finally though he decides we are in full agreement, signs the paper, and changes totally - decides we need to go out, go drinking to celebrate the deal. Naturally all I wanted to do was get off to Beth, but he's pleading and clapping me on the back and saying what a good time we're going to have and then, SLAM, the steel access door int he factory shutters flies back, light floods in, and there, leaning against the steelwork, drunk as fuck, is Beth. First time I'd ever seen her in the flesh, and quite a lot of flesh too.
Kemal drew his breath in as well he might. She's not the best looking woman in the world but she makes the most of what she's got. Dark hair, plump, a big arse, medium knockers, but dresses great. Always wears stockings, fancy lingerie, nice dresses and skirts. She was in like a cream business suit, dark stockings, looked very professional, very sharp. But the effect was spoiled by her being pissed out of her head - she was carrying a can of coke, from my minibar I reckoned, and by the time she'd staggered over to us I could smell the vodka - more vodka than coke I thought. She also had way too much makeup on, a thick band of red across her slutty mouth, and stood in that way some sluts do with both her arse and her tits stuck out. In short, she looked like a whore, and Kemal thought so too. She strutted over to us, slurring at me "You owe me twenty pounds for the taxi, and you're out of vodka".
"Peter my friend, " he shouted, "You got me a present to cement our business!" She looked at him with half a sneer, but her eyes tracked down to his fat belly and bulging crotch. I was about to explain the situation when Kemal just grabbed her, yanked her towards him and simply ripped her blouse open. I thought she would freak and scream, but she just stood there, then threw her head back and laughed as he bent and buried his face in her tits. As you can imagine I was a bit taken aback. I'd been warming this woman up for months and here's this turkish bastard known her five seconds and is already slobbering all over her fat tits. "Kemal..." I started, but I was wasting my time, and I really knew it as I saw her hand fumbling around with his trousers and then reaching in to release what I can only describe as a fucking monster. His cock must have been easily a foot long and she couldn't get her fingers around it, not even close. As soon as she grabbed it she pulled away from him, looked down and could not believe her luck. The fat little bitch squealed like a pig and threw herself down on her knees, down in the mud and rainwaiter, slobbering on that massive cock like her life depended on it. All I could do was watch. My cock's not bad, and it was stiff in my trousers, but she was enthralled with this massive fat bloke and his pigsticker. After a few minutes of her trying to deepthroat that brutal dick he pulled her face away, twisted her around and pushed her face down in the dirt. She was lying with her face sideways, looking at me, but not really seeing me, I could tell, her cheek in the puddle, her fancy clothes muddy, oily, wet. He reached down and yanked her skirt up, and seemed happy to see her black thong panties and the suspender belt and stockings framing her fat pale arse. He looked at me and licked his lips. I guessed what was coming and I wondered if that slutmeat on the wet concrete floor knew. He knelt down, spread her plump thighs, ripped the panties off sideways, tearing the cotton, then buried his face in her arse. From her writhing and squealing I guessed he was licking her shitter, and she liked it, liked it a lot. Her face reddened and she came hard, I was by now standing over her stroking my hard cock, and after she came she seemed to focus just enough to notice me. She looked me straight in the eye, and she was still looking me in the eye when he shoved that lethal cock hard up her arsehole. She screamed. Anyone would have screamed. But god she screamed and screamed and screamed. Kemal didn't care. he knew he was tearing her up, he ddn't care. He fucked her arsehole like he was trying to smear her podgy slutty cheating body all over the rough concrete floor. He was slamming into her, his whole weight driving that thick rod of dick up her butt, I watched as the impact of each thrust send shudders though her fat arse and quivered up her body. Kemal ripped her jacker up, tore her blouse apart with his bare hands, her back rippled as he fucked her, he face driven down flat in the muddy water. She was crying and cumming, her whole body shuddering. I don't know how long it went on, I don't even remember taking photos but I found a few on my phone afterwards, I was just entranced by her suffering and her constant stream of orgasms.
Eventually Kemal pulled off her, grabbed her by the hair and twisted her up and onto her knees, he shoved his dirty dick straight in her mouth and drove it down into her throat, and she didn't quibble, that girl can deepthroat, he thrust into her, his big belly jamming into her face every time, her double chins wobbling as she guzzled and slobbered over that huge cock. In a few minutes he'd had enough, pulled out and blew all over her slutty face, jets of cum, spraying white thick juice in her dark hair, over her red lips, her dirty pink tongue, dribbling over her eyes and her round cheeks. Laughing kemal twisted her towards me and in seconds I followed, just jabbing my dig in her mouth once or twice then unloading a massive load straight into her mouth. She greedily swallowed it down, licking her lips, scooping drips of semen off her face and her swinging tits to suck it down. Kemal was laughing, calling her a cunt, a whore, a fat slag, and with every line of abuse she seemed to thrill, her fingers rubbing her clit and pawing at her tits. "Shall I show you Peter, how we deal with whores in my country? This is what we do, to mark these bints" He held his fat cock in his hand and beckoned her to him, Beth opened her mouth to suck him again eagerly, but then drew back in surprise as instead of offering his dick to suck he started pissing right in her face. She pulled away but I was still holding her head and found myself locking her tight in place, even turning her head into the stream, as he sprayed foul smelling yellow piss right in her mouth. The steam rose in the cold factory air as she struggled to drink the urine, or drown in it. Her smart business suit was soon soaked in staining yellow mess, her fancy underwear dripping and stinking with it, she was kneeling in a puddle of it, her nylon stockings drenched. "Come on Peter, don't you think this whore needs to be shown what she is? Don't you think it is what she deserves? Wet her!"
But I paused, I don't know why, because the cunt certainty deserved to be degraded, certainly was a trashy little slag who probably wanted it, just to get some attention from men. But I paused, and Kemal's face fell. The moment passed and the mania passed from both of us, from all three. She shifted uncomfortably and started crying. Kemal, disgusted, reached in his pocket and threw a bundle of notes at her, then nodded to me and left. I reached down, picked up the money. "Five hundred quid, give or take. He must think you're worth that." I pulled her to her feet, looked her up and down. "you can't go anywhere like that. Go wait in the site cabin, I'll get you something to wear. What dress size are you?" "14," she replied, "and a 38C cup". Like fuck you're a 14 I thought, fat bitch, but what the hell. "Stay here Beth, I'll be right back," and I left.
So we chatted, made the plans, and I booked a suite at a city centre hotel for her, and went to do my little bit of business. That's when it all started going wrong. Beth called me to say she was in the hotel, and had already started on the minibar, and where the hell was I. Well I was stuck in a derelict factory unit by the side of the M5 flyover - you know where there's a forest of cherry pickers and a dirty great England flag? A hundred yards from there. An old assembly plant that I was buying with a view to refurbing and selling on, from a Turkish guy called Kemal who had had the same idea but had run out of capital. But when we came to sign the papers in his solicitors office he decides we need to be specific on fixtures and fittings - like a thousand broken windows and matching puddles are worth anything. But he drags me down there and we're walking round in this dark, wet, pigeon-filled dump, with him scribbling on a clipboard and me fending off texts from Beth, getting increasingly pissed off. She was all for pissing off home and giving up on me, and I had to beg her to stay - I told her what was going on, where I was, and how soon I'd be at the hotel. Big mistake as it turned out
Kemal was driving me nuts but I couldn't pressure him as I wanted the deal, and besides he's a massive bloke, 6'6" easy, but a big fat bastard with it, shaved head, a real character. You don't push him. Finally though he decides we are in full agreement, signs the paper, and changes totally - decides we need to go out, go drinking to celebrate the deal. Naturally all I wanted to do was get off to Beth, but he's pleading and clapping me on the back and saying what a good time we're going to have and then, SLAM, the steel access door int he factory shutters flies back, light floods in, and there, leaning against the steelwork, drunk as fuck, is Beth. First time I'd ever seen her in the flesh, and quite a lot of flesh too.
Kemal drew his breath in as well he might. She's not the best looking woman in the world but she makes the most of what she's got. Dark hair, plump, a big arse, medium knockers, but dresses great. Always wears stockings, fancy lingerie, nice dresses and skirts. She was in like a cream business suit, dark stockings, looked very professional, very sharp. But the effect was spoiled by her being pissed out of her head - she was carrying a can of coke, from my minibar I reckoned, and by the time she'd staggered over to us I could smell the vodka - more vodka than coke I thought. She also had way too much makeup on, a thick band of red across her slutty mouth, and stood in that way some sluts do with both her arse and her tits stuck out. In short, she looked like a whore, and Kemal thought so too. She strutted over to us, slurring at me "You owe me twenty pounds for the taxi, and you're out of vodka".
"Peter my friend, " he shouted, "You got me a present to cement our business!" She looked at him with half a sneer, but her eyes tracked down to his fat belly and bulging crotch. I was about to explain the situation when Kemal just grabbed her, yanked her towards him and simply ripped her blouse open. I thought she would freak and scream, but she just stood there, then threw her head back and laughed as he bent and buried his face in her tits. As you can imagine I was a bit taken aback. I'd been warming this woman up for months and here's this turkish bastard known her five seconds and is already slobbering all over her fat tits. "Kemal..." I started, but I was wasting my time, and I really knew it as I saw her hand fumbling around with his trousers and then reaching in to release what I can only describe as a fucking monster. His cock must have been easily a foot long and she couldn't get her fingers around it, not even close. As soon as she grabbed it she pulled away from him, looked down and could not believe her luck. The fat little bitch squealed like a pig and threw herself down on her knees, down in the mud and rainwaiter, slobbering on that massive cock like her life depended on it. All I could do was watch. My cock's not bad, and it was stiff in my trousers, but she was enthralled with this massive fat bloke and his pigsticker. After a few minutes of her trying to deepthroat that brutal dick he pulled her face away, twisted her around and pushed her face down in the dirt. She was lying with her face sideways, looking at me, but not really seeing me, I could tell, her cheek in the puddle, her fancy clothes muddy, oily, wet. He reached down and yanked her skirt up, and seemed happy to see her black thong panties and the suspender belt and stockings framing her fat pale arse. He looked at me and licked his lips. I guessed what was coming and I wondered if that slutmeat on the wet concrete floor knew. He knelt down, spread her plump thighs, ripped the panties off sideways, tearing the cotton, then buried his face in her arse. From her writhing and squealing I guessed he was licking her shitter, and she liked it, liked it a lot. Her face reddened and she came hard, I was by now standing over her stroking my hard cock, and after she came she seemed to focus just enough to notice me. She looked me straight in the eye, and she was still looking me in the eye when he shoved that lethal cock hard up her arsehole. She screamed. Anyone would have screamed. But god she screamed and screamed and screamed. Kemal didn't care. he knew he was tearing her up, he ddn't care. He fucked her arsehole like he was trying to smear her podgy slutty cheating body all over the rough concrete floor. He was slamming into her, his whole weight driving that thick rod of dick up her butt, I watched as the impact of each thrust send shudders though her fat arse and quivered up her body. Kemal ripped her jacker up, tore her blouse apart with his bare hands, her back rippled as he fucked her, he face driven down flat in the muddy water. She was crying and cumming, her whole body shuddering. I don't know how long it went on, I don't even remember taking photos but I found a few on my phone afterwards, I was just entranced by her suffering and her constant stream of orgasms.
Eventually Kemal pulled off her, grabbed her by the hair and twisted her up and onto her knees, he shoved his dirty dick straight in her mouth and drove it down into her throat, and she didn't quibble, that girl can deepthroat, he thrust into her, his big belly jamming into her face every time, her double chins wobbling as she guzzled and slobbered over that huge cock. In a few minutes he'd had enough, pulled out and blew all over her slutty face, jets of cum, spraying white thick juice in her dark hair, over her red lips, her dirty pink tongue, dribbling over her eyes and her round cheeks. Laughing kemal twisted her towards me and in seconds I followed, just jabbing my dig in her mouth once or twice then unloading a massive load straight into her mouth. She greedily swallowed it down, licking her lips, scooping drips of semen off her face and her swinging tits to suck it down. Kemal was laughing, calling her a cunt, a whore, a fat slag, and with every line of abuse she seemed to thrill, her fingers rubbing her clit and pawing at her tits. "Shall I show you Peter, how we deal with whores in my country? This is what we do, to mark these bints" He held his fat cock in his hand and beckoned her to him, Beth opened her mouth to suck him again eagerly, but then drew back in surprise as instead of offering his dick to suck he started pissing right in her face. She pulled away but I was still holding her head and found myself locking her tight in place, even turning her head into the stream, as he sprayed foul smelling yellow piss right in her mouth. The steam rose in the cold factory air as she struggled to drink the urine, or drown in it. Her smart business suit was soon soaked in staining yellow mess, her fancy underwear dripping and stinking with it, she was kneeling in a puddle of it, her nylon stockings drenched. "Come on Peter, don't you think this whore needs to be shown what she is? Don't you think it is what she deserves? Wet her!"
But I paused, I don't know why, because the cunt certainty deserved to be degraded, certainly was a trashy little slag who probably wanted it, just to get some attention from men. But I paused, and Kemal's face fell. The moment passed and the mania passed from both of us, from all three. She shifted uncomfortably and started crying. Kemal, disgusted, reached in his pocket and threw a bundle of notes at her, then nodded to me and left. I reached down, picked up the money. "Five hundred quid, give or take. He must think you're worth that." I pulled her to her feet, looked her up and down. "you can't go anywhere like that. Go wait in the site cabin, I'll get you something to wear. What dress size are you?" "14," she replied, "and a 38C cup". Like fuck you're a 14 I thought, fat bitch, but what the hell. "Stay here Beth, I'll be right back," and I left.
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