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Arabian Nights - Part V - Defiled
By
Michele Nylons
Sadan pulls his cock from Michele's anus with an audible plop. Semen
mixed with lubricant run in a rivulet from Michele's anus down her thigh
and soak into her tattered stockings. Sadan wipes his cock on the
remains of her ripped panties and then pushes Michele facedown on the
bed.
"You have performed well my pretty putta; better even than this
afternoon. I'm glad I waited to fuck your infidel arse." Sadan spanks
Michele's buttocks and reaches for his robe.
Michele lies there panting after the two men leave. Yes she has been
forced to comply; but yet she can't deny that she has enjoyed the sex.
Her soaked panties are testament to that and the afterglow of being
fucked is like no other feeling she has ever experienced. Her genitals
and anus are still tingling with pleasure.
There is a rap on the door; undoubtedly Sarina coming to check that she
has performed her duty and to give her another lecture about being
obedient, keeping her apartment clean, and looking after her clothes.
Well fuck her! Sadan is pleased with her and that's all that matters.
Michele is a quick learner.
She pulls down her skirt and walks to the door. She opens it wide
expecting Sarina but Jamhal quickly steps inside and closes the door
behind him.
"You have bought the Cabal much pleasure I hear?" he growls.
"You are indeed a beauty; I am usually not attracted to mukhannath, to
boys yes, but not the - what do you call it? - Shemale."
"Fuck off Jamhal; Sarina has told me you are not allowed in the girls
rooms," Michele tries to get around him to the door but he blocks her
path.
Michele has had enough for one night.
"Fuck off you pimp cunt!" she screams at him.
Jamhal grabs Michele around her waist. She is no match for his strength
and he simply lifts her up and puts her over his shoulder. Michele kicks
and struggles but Jamhal just spanks her buttocks and laughs.
"Oww!" she cries.
"Stop it then!" Jamhal says, his hand squeezing her buttocks through her
semen soaked panties.
"You can't touch me Jamhal, the Cabal will punish you," Michele screams.
"You are no longer unsullied putta; they will not care. Besides it feels
like you have already succumbed to their ministrations," he chuckles as
his fingers explore her semen sodden panties.
"You will regret this!" Michele whines.
Jamhal throws Michele on the bed and falls on top her. He smashes his
mouth against hers. He gyrates against her, his tongue working
feverishly in her mouth, his lips crush hers. He grips her behind, pawing
at her buttocks and he pulls her lower body harder against him. He dry
humps her; pushing his erect member against her through her clothes.
Michele perceives a deep humming deep down in his throat and he begins to
breathe heavily as he continues to kiss her deeply.
Jamhal reaches a hand between their bodies and adjusts his penis, then
his hand flies back to her buttocks and he rucks up her skirt and uses
both hands to caress her buttocks through her panties and pulls her
against him.
He grinds himself against her, his cock hard against her lower abdomen.
Michele feels the girth of his tumescent penis though the layers of her
clothing. She does not respond and allows Jamhal to do what he is doing,
hoping to get it over with.
Jamhal's kisses are hard and insistent he can taste her lipstick and
makeup.
"Yes Mukhannath! You taste, smell, and feel like a girl; but you have the
parts of a boy" Jamhal moans.
Jamhal reaches down again struggling with his erection; he pushes it down
then releases it so that it springs forward and at the same time he
forces Michele's legs open.
His cock is now wedged between her legs; hard against her crotch.
"Oh my god!" Jamhal groans and begins to hump against her.
He gets into a rhythm, dry fucking Michele in time with his feverish
kisses; slowly circling his manhood against her body. Michele can feel
his turgid penis trapped between her pantied crotch and gossamer cloaked
thighs. Jamhal pushes against her and thrusts his cock into the silken
trap made by her nylon-clad thighs and satin panty crotch. She can feel
the head of his penis rubbing itself along hers through her panties.
Jamhal quickens his pace and his cock begins to throb. He pushes against
Michele harder and holds her so tight that she is afraid that he will
squeeze the breath out of her. His tongue is now a wild wet animal,
thrashing in her mouth, fluttering and exploring every crevice.
Both his hands clench her buttocks, squeezing them roughly through her
panties as he pushes her down into the mattress to the rhythm of his
thrusts. He groans and grasps her buttocks so tight that she is worried
he will tear through her already ripped panties. He pulls her hard
against him and she feels his penis begin to pulse and throb. Then he
quickly pulls himself away from her.
"No, no, no, no, you don't mukhannath! I will not spill my seed on you; I
am going to spend my seed inside you!" he gasps, his body shuddering as
he concentrates on preventing his orgasm.
Jamhal rests for a minute, then he moves from between her legs and moves
further up the bed kneeling with his crotch level with her face. His hard
cock wobbles in front of her eyes.
"Touch it!" he orders.
Michele reaches out with her hand, and gently strokes his turgid member
with her fingertips.
Jamhal leans back slightly so that he can see her painted nails trailing
along his shaft as she masturbates him. A thin thread of shimmering clear
pre-come runs from the purple head of his penis and drips onto the
sheets. He reaches out and caresses her stocking tops and then works his
way up to her panties. Michele stiffens as she feels his hand go inside
her panties and begin to fumble about. She forces herself to relax and he
eventually finds her soft cock nestled in the crotch of her satin panties
and he begins to free it from its little prison.
Michele concentrates on slowly masturbating him to the best of her
ability. She grasps his member tightly and slowly squeezes and then
flutters her fingers against the shaft as she works her hand up and down
his penis. He is obviously enjoying it because he stares at her hand
stroking him while his own hand strokes her stocking tops. His finally
frees her penis and begins to squeeze it harder and harder.
Michele strokes his cock with firmer faster strokes. He lowers his head
and kisses her, gently sliding his tongue along her gums, exploring her
mouth. Then he sits back on his haunches removing his hand from inside
her panties.
Jamhal reaches out and put his hands on her shoulders and turned her
sideways on the bed. He draws himself closer and takes her head in his
hands and pushes his crotch forward so that his glans nestles between her
lipsticked lips. He keeps pushing until she opens her mouth. The musky
smell of his loins mingles with the tang of his body odour.
"You take this shermuta and don't bite or I will beat you!" he warns.
He pushes his sleek hard manhood into Michele's mouth until she begins to
gag and then he commences fucking her face. He thrusts his sleek-skinned
penis in and out of her mouth. Underlying the taste of his body odour
there is also a sweet salty taste that she now knows to be pre-seminal
fluid. Her gag reflex remains suppressed as long as he doesn't drive his
cock too deep into her throat, and she can tell that he is acutely aware
of this because he is obviously holding himself back.
Michele breathes through her nose to compensate for the thick member
filling her mouth. Jamhal tightens his grip on her head and eases his
cock purposely in and out of her mouth. He pulls it back until her lips
circled his purple glans and then thrusts forward, forcing his turgid
meat deeper into her mouth. She moves her tongue around his shaft and can
sense his enjoyment. Jamhal is moaning and grunting with pleasure.
"Yeah you whore, you like this don't you!"
"Take it shermuta, take it!" Jamhal howls.
Jamhal quickly pulls his penis from her mouth and sits back on his
haunches again.
"As much as I would love to fill your pretty face with my spend I have
other plans," he pants.
Jamhal rests for a minute or two, occasionally reaching down to kiss her
passionately to keep himself aroused, but being careful not to drive
himself over the brink.
He moves back down to the bottom of the bed. He jams two pillows under
the small of Michele's back and lifts her lower body off the bed. He
rucks her skirt up around her waist and pulls her legs apart and then
lifts her high-heels high up off the bed. He sits on his haunches between
her outstretched legs, he holds her nylon-sheathed legs open; her
gleaming black high-heels held high. Her heavy makeup is smeared from
Jamhal's kisses and sweaty passion; her damp hair is strewn around the
pillow framing her face. They are both panting.
Jamhal positions himself further up the bed so that his member rubs
against her panty crotch. He reaches out and pulls the gusset of her
panties to one side exposing the crevice of her behind.
Michele knows what is coming and instinctively she tried to push herself
down into the mattress and away from the invading member but Jamhal takes
hold of her waist and digs his hands into her body to hold her steady.
"Oh no you don't putta; hold still while I tend to my needs, it will all
be over soon" he hisses.
Jamhal adjusts his member so that his glans nestles against the bud of
her sphincter. Michele feels him pull the gusset of her panties further
across her buttocks so that he has an unobstructed view of his penis
poised at her rear entrance; his erect member pushes against her
sphincter.
Jamhal takes Michele's hand and guides it to his penis. It is rock hard
and she puts her fingers around it; it feels enormous and menacing,
throbbing in her fingers. Jamhal looks down to see her lying there with
her legs wide apart, her high-heels held high in the air, her legs
encased in her diaphanous nylons with her white satin panties pushed to
one side, exposing her buttocks. He watches as her long delicate fingers,
their red painted nails glimmering with the lamplight, slide feather-like
up and down his hard cock.
His hands move to her hips and she can feel his glans press against her
sphincter. The head of his penis slides inside her tight anus, the
remains of Sadan and Mique's semen still inside her assist his entry.
"Oh God!" she groans as Jamhal's penis invades her anus.
Michele lies there with her legs spread, skirt hitched up; Jamhal's ample
stomach hanging over her as he thrusts harder. His eyes close in
concentration and ecstasy as he pushes more of his tumescent member
inside her. He groans and holds her tight; Michele feels a searing heat
as her insides are once again invaded.
Jamhal's well-lubricated shaft drives itself all the way inside her; her
anus still lubricated with Sadan's semen. His cock is so big, and so deep
inside her, that it knocks the wind out of her. She feels Jamhal's thighs
against hers, his skin whispering on her nyloned legs as he grinds into
her. His large gut is now resting firmly against her belly and his hands
give way and his full weight presses down on her.
"Oops my precious, I better not fall down," he laughs, "I'm just about to
start the ride!"
He pushes himself back up and takes his weight on his arms and kisses her
neck. Then one of his hands fumbles around at the front of her crotch.
His hand strokes her sleek thighs as he slowly fucks her back passage.
Jamhal begins to slowly thrust in and out of her, hardly moving his cock
more than an inch in and out; he is panting and slobbering at her neck,
kissing and licking her. Michele closes her eyes and tries to relax her
internal muscles, attempting to ease the pain in her back passage.
Jamhal's hand strokes her thighs and groin as he slowly fucks her, he is
obviously delighted in the feel of the slinky nylon and satin on his skin
because he pushes his crotch hard against her buttocks on the in stroke.
He begins to fuck her harder and faster, establishing a hard and fast
rhythm. Michele relaxes her sphincter and concentrates on keeping her
back passage loose to accommodate him.
"Open your eyes shermuta!" he gasps. "Look at me!"
Michele opens her eyes and turns to face Jamhal. He is thrusting against
her, his sweaty body glistening with exertion; his hand is under the
front panel of her panties ferreting around, pawing and stroking. He is
alternately kissing her and slobbering at her neck. He thrusts in and
out, pivoting his waist to get all of himself inside her, rubbing his
scrotum on her nylon covered derriere at the top of his in-stroke.
Her back passage is full and it aches as Jamhal's invading member slides
in and out of her, but oh god, she begins to feel the spongy hard mass of
his glans as it pushes against her prostate. She feels the first ripple
of sexual pleasure from her anal cavity.
Michele raises herself up so that her buttocks push back against Jamhal
and sways her hips from side to side to increase Jamhal's pleasure and
ensure her buttocks rub against him, as he obviously loves the feel of
her satin panties against his skin. She turns her head, allowing Jamhal
to kiss her pouting lips.
Jamhal begins to pound himself in and out of her. As much as she feels
defiled, she can still feel the wonderful tingle of excitement every time
his cock massages her prostate. He fucks her harder and harder and grunts
and pants as his cock slides in and out of her tight passage. He grasps
her hips and pulls her hard up against him, thrusting forward and back.
He jackhammers himself in and out of her, groaning and cursing.
"Fucking bitch! Fucking Whore! Take this you shermuta cunt!" he screams.
He pushes in hard and grates his scrotum against her backside as he
shudders. His grips her waist. Michele senses his cock begins to convulse
inside her as it secretes his hot spend. Jamhal's cock actually expands
further and fills her completely and Michele thinks that the walls of her
back passage will tear as Jamhal orgasms deep inside her. Spurt after
spurt of hot seed streams into her as he rocks slowly back and forth.
Jamhal is hissing obscenities as his orgasm peaks. She feels his spend
drip from her sphincter and run down into the crack of her behind.
Jamhal's cock pulsates and throbs against her sensitive prostrate,
washing it with his hot seed, she experiences a stab of exquisite sexual
pleasure pulse through her and she stiffens and ejaculates into the front
of her already come-soaked panties. Michele shudders and moans with
pleasure although she feels utterly debased.
Jamhal pushes her down into the mattress and pulls his cock back so that
it slides out of her. A torrent of semen joins the trickle already
running down her crack and, as Jamhal lifts himself up, globs of semen
drip from his member onto her stocking tops and legs. Michele can't
believe how much semen he has expended.
Jamhal leans down and kisses her full on the lips.
"Thank you putta," he laughs.
Michele lies panting, recovering from her orgasm. Her mind is reeling;
what else can possibly happen to her?
Jamhal adjusts his clothes, takes out his wallet and extracts a one
hundred thousand Rials and throws them on the bed.
"That's probably what a mukhannath shermuta would earn in a high class
brothel," he sneers.
"You take care of yourself Michael, sorry Michele, you are going to be
here a long time," he says as he leaves.
To be continued..............
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