Faking sleep, Yazan had watched the whole scene from the loft. He stroked his cock, enjoying the way the MILF, wrapped her black heels around Alex’s thrusting, ass. The little sequels she made during her orgasm almost sent him over the edge. He knew he could have her next; Alex was known for falling fast asleep after too much alcohol. Yazan had bedded several of his young women he’d brought to the dorm, after a night of drunken sex. Even Alex’s current girlfriend, Cindy Lou had felt Yazan’s hard cock, pulsing its cream into her fertile body, last summer. Yazan had threatened them not to tell, and his aggressive style of sex had convinced them, that he was not one to be crossed. This MILF, would be one more notch upon his cock. She may have thought Alex’s cock was large, but his own put many men to shame. The cock he held in his firm grip was over nine inches in length and a good, three fingers wide. He was sure to make her moan, and he wanted very much to hear those sequels again.
Sure enough, right on schedule, Alex came creeping into bed. Fully clothed, he immediately collapsed. If a bus crashed into the building, he would still sleep. Yazan removed his remaining clothes as the watched the woman on the couch below. With the power off, the air was beginning to chill. He observed her wrapping up in her coat. With the noise of the storm, and the effort spent in sex, she was obviously sound asleep. As she curled up, bringing her heeled feet inward, the black skirt hugged tightly to her thick ass. He knew she wore no panties or bra beneath. That fact enticed him more to the whore. Whore is what she was. They were all whores. That’s the way he was brought up to view women. They are only meant for men’s pleasure. She was supposed to be married; What a cheap, cheating, whore. Yazan climbed down to stalk his prey.
Yazan sat at the other end of the couch. Carefully, he lifted Steph’s coat aside and rolled her skirt up. Taking a knee , he lifted it up and back, spreading her open to his sight. Her pussy was red, the petals swollen and glistening from her recent sex. Yazan pushed two fingers into the open hole. Steph moaned and spread herself wider to his probing.
“Oh, Alex,' she purred in her sleep, ’Again, so soon?”
Yazan began pumping her well-lubed cunt with his fingers, while rubbing her hard clit with his thumb. Bit by bit, her hips began to rotate, pumping back to his hand. He watched her tongue lazily travel her bottom lip, before she took it between her teeth. She made the most wonderful little sounds. He added another finger. “Take it, You Little Whore,” he whispered. Looking down, his whole hand was coated in both the MILF and Alex’s cream.
“Aww, Ugh, Ugh, Oh God,” Steph groaned, Cumming on Yazan’s thick fingers. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. “W…What? You…You’re not…” As Steph tried to rise, Yazan roughly pushed her back down. He jerked his hand from her cunt and placed it over her mouth.
“You better hush, Slut. You don’t want Alex to wake and see what a Whore you are,” Yazan warned.
“Mphhh!” Steph screamed beneath his hand. She could smell the aroma of her cunt and cum on the stained fingers over her mouth.
“No matter anyway, Cunt. Alex can sleep through an earthquake. Now, me and you, we are going to have some fun.” He released his hand some, but shifted his other to her soft neck, applying pressure there.
“Please, you don’t want to do this, Yazan. I don’t want you,” she pleaded.
“Aww, you just have not had me yet: But you will. You are all whores.”
Steph started to speak again but Yazan’s fingers crushed down on her throat. “Just you shut up. Slut. You do as I say, or your buck-naked, ass goes out in the blizzard. How long you think you can survive out there? Now, how about we start with you cleaning my fingers?”
Reluctantly, with her throat still tightly held by Yazan, Steph opened her mouth and laced her tongue across his wet fingers.
“Look at me. Look straight at me while you clean my fingers. There, that’s it. Taste that cunt and cum. Get it all in. Lick it all off.”
Steph felt humiliated lapping his fingers like a puppy.
After she had licked them clean, Yazan was ready for more. He tossed her coat aside, wanting to see more. “The sweater, Cunt. Take it off.”
Steph sat up. “Please, Yazan…” She was surprised by the harsh back-handed blow to her face. Warm blood trickled down her split lip. Tears welled up in her eyes and her pert, bottom lip quivered. She was really fearful now. Her trembling fingers took the bottom of the cream-colored, sweater, and she pulled it over her head. In the chill of the room, her nipples were rock hard. Her small breasts were firm and hard as well.
“Well, lookie here, the slut is aroused and ready. Aren’t you?”
“Please…No…It’s just cold.”
“Well, Yazan is here to warm you up,” he answered, reaching down to wave his stiff cock in her direction.
Steph glanced down. It was the first time she had noticed his nudity, and the large, rod in his dark, hand. She gasped in reaction.
Yazan smiled proudly. “Most women have that reaction, when they see my cock. What I like are the sounds they make when I push it in their cunts. Now, how about you suck it? Give it the attention it deserves.” He cruelly twisted her hair in his hands, and brought her face down to his meat. “Open up, Slut,” he commanded painfully tugging her hair.
Reluctantly, she tried to cover her mouth over his rod.
“Ahhh,” he cooed.
Steph’s face still stung from his blow. She thought better of making him mad. ‘Maybe if I can get him off quickly, he will tire and go to bed. It works on my husband,’ she had thought. Still Steph struggled to take the thick cock. She never seen one this huge before. Yazan continued to force her head down the long shaft. Steph coughed and gagged the deeper it encroached her throat. She tasted blood, as it scrapped the soft linings of her throat. The sound of the labored breathing through her nostrils rang in her ears. Weakly she beat her fists against his naked thighs. The deeper the cock drove, the more fearful she became of suffocation. When Yazan finally let her up for air, she drew a small sigh of relief. It only lasted seconds before her lips were forced back down the shaft.
Yazan enjoyed the abuse. The convulsing of her throat was a warm squeeze to his cock. He gathered more of her soft hair in his hand, using the other to carouse the flesh of her small breasts. Her cold nipples were hard and erect to his touch. He pinched and pulled at their flesh. Yazan’s balls rolled and tumbled, but he was not yet ready to cum. He did want to fill her belly with cum, but not yet. With a firm jerk of her hair, he lifted her face from his cock. Long strands of thick spit drooled from her bruised lips. Her eyes were bloodshot and watery. Her doe like- eyes were wide with fear. “Stand up, turn around, and lower your skirt, Whore,” he commanded.
Steph followed the order, even bending down as he told her, showing him the whole of her ass and cunt. Next, he told her to stand up, turn around, and face him.
“Spread your legs. Look at me,” Yazan ordered next.
Stephanie felt totally humiliated, watching him grin up at her and insert two fingers back into her sex.
“You’re wet. You know that, Slut?”
“It’s just from before. nothing to do with you,” Steph spat back.
“No, I smell your arousal, Slut,”
“If you’re going to fuck me, just do it and go,” she remarked.
“You would like that; Wouldn’t you, Whore. I think, not yet. You’re going to cum again, knowing it’s me in your cunt this time.” Having said that, he jammed his two fingers deep in her pussy and began working them faster, while curling the tips inside, right against her G-spot. Steph groaned. Her knees almost buckled. No one had ever done that to her. The sensation was overpowering.
“No…No.. please don’t do that…What are you…doing?” she mumbled. Even as she spoke, the muscles of her beautiful ass tensed and her thighs began to come forward. Yazan’s other hand came around her. It gripped her soft ass and and shifted her sex towards his face. The finger of that hand worked itself between her cheeks and prodded her anal hole’s opening. At that same instant, Yazan’s face came forward and he planted his mouth on her cunt. “Aghh!” she groaned. His tongue drove into her sex, just as the finger pierced her anus. Unable to stop her orgasm, Steph humped wildly at Yazan’s face, like a dog in heat. Laughing, he swallowed her cream.
Stephanie could hardly breathe when Yazan stood up and wiped his nasty fingers across her face. He pushed them in her open mouth, wiping them again across her descended tongue. He turned her back around and pushed her back to the couch. “Lie back, take your knees, and spread your thighs up and out. High!,” he barked. Stephanie felt like some cheap porn star, sharing her goods for a photo.
Yazan had the same thought, so he picked up her phone and took several snaps., threatening her to hold that pose, or else. “Now, ask me to fuck you. Say, ‘Fuck me like the whore I am.’.”
“If you are going to fuck me, just do it, and stop humiliating me,” Steph spoke in anger. She started to lower her legs, but he slapped her hard again.
“Say it, Bitch, or I turn you out in the cold. Wouldn’t you much rather have hot cock than a cold, slow, death?”
“Go ahead; Fuck me then,” Steph replied. She was slapped again, harder this time. Her lip began to bleed once more, as well as her nose.
“That’s not what I told you to say. Are you a stupid slut, as well as a whore?”
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. She waited just a few more seconds before saying, “Fuck me like the whore I am.”
"That’s right,' Yazan said, “You are nothing but a whore. Now, you watch close, as my beautiful, cock fills your nasty cunt.”
In almost slow motion, Steph watched in the candlelight, as the purple head of Yazan’s stiff, cock parted her folds and pressed to her still wet, and willing hole.
“Ugh,' Steph groaned, ’You…You’re too big. It hurts. Take it out.”
“Shut up. You’re a whore. You can take it. Just you wait till I hit rock bottom,” he told her, forcing the shaft deeper still, watching her opening painfully stretch to his circumference. It felt good to his hard rod; A comforting tight warmth. Yazan glared down into her brown eyes, soaking in the pleasure of her pain, and wanting to inflict more. His strokes picked up, edging deeper with each thrust. “Take it, You Whore. Take my cock! You know you love it. I’m just beginning to plow your cunt.”
Steph was at a loss for words. It mattered not. Nothing could stop his lust. When at last his rod finally penetrated her depths, her body was racked with a new pain. She was cruelly forced to hold up her black heels and keep her thighs spread for his hips. Steph’s own fingernails dug deep into the skin, behind her knees, trying to keep her legs open to the invasion. She hoped he would cum soon, but this would not be. The resilience of youth was on his side.
Above the howl of wind, the sound of slapping flesh filled the air, followed by the whimpers and grunts from Steph’s own mouth. Yazan laughed at the rocking motion of her tits, as he pumped his rod into her depths.
“You’re just a slut. Look at your white cream on my shaft. You love it rough; Don’t you, Bitch?” Pulling out, Yazan quickly flipped Steph over, slapping her white ass. He pushed her knees to the floor and pinned her head into the couch. “You need to be taken like a dog,” he announced before sliding his cock back into her wet hole. As he fucked her, his spit rolled across her rosebud, followed by the thickness of his thumb.
After a few more minutes, Yazan popped his thumb from Steph’s ass. He reached for a nearby candle, drooling the hot wax over her back and buttocks. Then, to her surprise, he pushed its waxy, length into her puckered ass. The candle drew back and forth, skewering her butt, driving deep into her bowels as his stiff, prick still filled her cunt. Steph felt Yazan would never stop. It was one thing after another.
The next thing he did was sit on the couch, making her suck his cock again, with the candle still plugged in her ass. The flavor of her own cum plastered her lips.
“Now, get up here. It’s time for you to do all the work, Whore. Ride me, You Slut. I want to play with those little tits some.”
On weak legs, Steph rose, straddling his hips to plunge her cunt down his youthful rod. Yazan tugged, pinched, and bit at the breasts. Her hard nipples stung from the attention. Stephanie was really humiliated in this position, riding up on him in her heels, with a long candle sticking from her ass.
Yazan forced her lips to his, kissing her hard, and driving his thick tongue into her mouth. He pulled the kiss away long enough to humiliate her more. “You taste like cock, Whore.” He grabbed her cheeks with his hand, and pinched her mouth open. “Look at me, Woman. I want to see your fucking face when I fill you with my seed. Right there. Right there…Hold it…Yeaa!” Yazan groaned, dumping a weeks’ worth of Middle Eastern cum into her core. He made her sit there, while he tipped his head from side to side, taking in every feature of her face, while the cum pumped into her flesh. “You women look so much better with a load of cum in your wombs. Why don’t you keep that cum in you? Take it home for your husband to smell. Let him know what a Slut you were.”
Yazan finally pulled out, leaving Steph curled in a fetal position on the couch. There was no more beer, but he always kept a pint of cheap whiskey for the cold. Retrieving his bottle, he walked back to Stephanie.
“W…What do you want now, Asshole,” she spat at him.
“Come here, Bitch,” he said, sitting on the couch beside her. He jerked Steph to his naked body, where he wrapped a strong arm around her neck. Keeping her neck in the crook of his arm, he pulled her head to his shoulder. She uselessly kicked her heeled feet on the couch. Steph struggled to breathe, fearing he would strangle her. Instead, he brought the glass bottle to her lips. “Let’s have a little drink to warm us up, American Whore!”
She smelled the strong alcohol under her nose. Steph was still buzzed from the beer. She did not need or want anything more to drink, especially straight whiskey. “N..No,” she tried to speak, instead, the bottle pursed to her lips. He tipped the bottle straight up. The fluid burned into her mouth and throat. He was only letting her breathe enough to swallow.
“Swallow it all down, Little Slut Wife. Yea, just like a cock. Warm, like cum in your belly.”
Steph wanted to gag, or puke, but she could only swallow. She knew she could never take that much hard liquor; She would be drunk off her ass, and unable to defend herself from this monster. Even as the fluid warmed her inside, to her horror, he informed her of his real plan. The bottle was almost gone, as he whispered in her ear:
“You are going to be so drunk, Slut. You know how alcohol effects the body, when it’s cold? It is way below freezing outside. How long do you think you can survive out there, naked, in nothing but those black heels, wandering around aimlessly in the snow? Even if you do make it, you won’t remember shit. The only thing to keep you warm will be my cum in your belly. I can see the headlines now: Wife alone, gets drunk at wild sex party, is found frozen in the snow. Just what will your family and friends think?”
The empty glass dropped from her lips. She tried to speak, but only hiccupped, the room span. Her arms fell loosely at her sides. Her legs splayed apart. The candle below, was still buried, even deeper into her ass. Yazan released her neck, and her head fell back. Her pert mouth fell open. Vaguely, she felt Yazan’s hands travel her naked flesh. He toyed with her breasts, causing her nipples to sting with arousal. Another hand crept between her obscenely spread thighs, and its fingers entered her wet cunt. Yazan’s words kept tingling in her ear:
“Yea, you like screwing yourself on my fingers. You are such a wet whore. You are making me hard again. You want to have one last fuck before you go play in the cold?” He lifter her up. She could barely stand. Dragging her to the outer door, he pushed her face and breasts up against its surface.
The door was ice cold, but his naked flesh was warm. Steph could feel the hot, hardness of his cock. It pressed between the naked cheeks of her ass.
“Hold on to that door frame, Wifey. I’m gonna fuck that big ass of yours.”
The ruined candle was jerked from her ass, leaving it open and slick. Next, Stephanie grunted loudly as the stiff cock tore through her open, anus. It lodged deep in her bowels. The brutal ass rape began, slamming her face and tits into the cold door with each thrust.
“Ah, tight, fat, butt of a whore. Take my flesh, You Slut. Ugh…Ugh…Feel my hot spike. I’m gonna, cum…up,,, your..ass…Aghhh!”
He erupted, filling Steph with her last true warmth. She crumpled to the floor, totally out of it. Yazan got dressed, donning his heavy coat. Checking his wallet, he retrieved a business card. It was from some seedy bar a few blocks away; A known hangout for local whores and drug dealers. Picking up Steph’s purse, he flicked the card inside. This was just another added bonus. If and when she was found, it would be perceived that she went out whoring, maybe pissed off some whore or their pimp. Yazan picked up the limp, Steph and flung her over his shoulder, patting her naked ass with his gloved hand. Lastly, he picked up her things and carried her out the door.
The wind howled and the snow blew. He ducked his head, and headed down the secluded, block. He did not have to go far. At the end of a block was a steep concrete drainage ditch. It ran under the highway. The concrete was covered in ice and snow. At the bottom the snow was maybe 5 foot deep. He sat the woman down. She was still barely aware, yet visibly shivering. The cum had frozen on her inner thighs, and her lips were already blue. All she could do was chatter her teeth.
“Stand up, Slut,” he ordered, helping her somewhat, to stand. “Here,” he said sticking her possessions in her arms. She looked at him with questioning, fear-filled eyes. He gave her a shove. “Bye bye, Slut Wife,” he said watching her tumble and bounce down the steep embankment. Her clothes and purse bounced away and she came to a stop, almost totally buried in the deep snow. He watched her for some time, try to get up, then fall back, deeper into the snow. She was too drunk and cold. Even if she did get up, her drunk ass would never make it up that embankment. Yazan was quite sure that she would be dead by morning, and buried deep in snow. Probably be weeks or more before her naked, frozen body was found. He would just tell his roommate that the woman was drunk, wanted to party, and stumbled off towards the nearby club. That was even if he still remembered the night.
Yazan laughed, then headed back.