WHORED OUT!
“Take off your clothes,” he said.
I knew what was coming. I could already see that his cock was getting ready again, I had just sucked him off and swallowed his huge load of cum but his cock was already half turgid once more. He was the type of man who could come many times. Exactly the kind of man I like, so I quickly stood up and began stripping out of my clothes. I saw his eyes almost bulge out as he looked at my large boobs which had been hidden by the loose kaftan I was wearing.
“No, don’t remove your Hijab’’ He commanded as I made to take off my head covering ‘’I have been fantasising about fucking a woman clad in hijab for a very long time’’ he said as he looked at my exposed lush body. I am not fat just curvy in all the right places and not to sound vain, I know that I have got a beautiful body.
“Beautiful,” he said. “I almost didn’t believe the pictures of them.”
My pussy grew warm under his admiring stare as I remembered that I had been made to send nude pictures to this man. I felt a subconscious shame from deep within me but at the same time I felt flushes as I peeled off my only item of clothing remaining, a flimsy panties that was just a piece of gauze, I had followed my pimp’s instructions to the letter.
By the time I finished undressing and stood in front of him in nothing more than my white hijab, I saw that his cock was nodding hard again, with precum covering the tip.
“Baby!” he gasped. As he moved closer to me and placed my hands on his cock. I touched his cock and felt it jump underneath my fingers. I shivered as his hand went up the back of my thighs and touched my full buttocks.
“I want to put my tongue in your cunt,” he said.
“Oh yes,” I said. “I want that, too.”
He drew me closer and I felt his hot tongue touching my thighs. I quickly spread my thighs farther apart and bent a little backward. I opened up the pink lips of my already dripping cunt to his tongue. I had come to relish being eaten, Ibrahim’s pimping me out has opened my eyes to a lot of sexual pleasure that I did not know existed. Even if I could not practice my growing sluttiness with Alhaji my husband, I had lots of ready customers who were ready to take me to heights hitherto unknown sexually.
His tongue flickered on my clit and swiped to my cunt hole licked away the juices already pooling there and then his tongue slipped up inside me.
“Oooooh,” I gasped. “That feels good. That feels so nice!”
His tongue touched my clit and made a spasm of excitement shake my body. He used his tongue and lips on my clit until she was weak with desire, screaming wantonly as I held his head tightly and clamped it to my gripping pussy with my thighs in a vice. He pried his head lose of my strangle hold and then shoved two fingers inside my pussy hole, finger fucking me rapidly with them even as his tongue continued to suck on my stiff clit, causing me to scream as my orgasm exploded through my body. The man kept sucking and sucking all the juices my body was producing even as I was bucking up and down and would have fallen off the bed if not for his hands that held my thighs tightly. My climax gradually slowed down and I was released, I could now see the world but I wanted more.
“I can’t stand it any more,” I moaned. “I need your cock. I want a big cock inside me.” as I writhe from side to side.
“Sure, baby,” he said.
He stood up and took a cd from the bedside drawer, rolled it on his turgid cock and climbed on top of me. He entered into me quickly, exactly what I wanted, his big cock sliding smoothly into my hot wet hole. His hands went underneath my ass and he began to squeeze me in rhythm to his deep strokes.
“Oh oh oh oh oh,” I screamed. “I need that. I needed it so bad!”
That was all the cue he needed as he began to fuck me savagely.
“Lift your legs,” he said.
I knew what he wanted and I quickly lifted my long thick legs and wrapped them around his buttocks. He wasn’t satisfied with that and he withdrew his cock.
“No,” I begged. “Don’t stop. I need your cock inside me.”
“I’m not stopping, baby,” he said. Knelling between my wide open thighs as he took my legs and pushed them up above my head. I had never been in that position before. It was both degrading and exciting, but I welcomed and loved it. I had grown so depraved within the last eight months or so that I was willing, very willing to try and do anything that would give me sexual satisfaction.
His finger traced the outline of my swollen pussy lips.
“Damn!!!!,” he said. “You’ve got a beautiful cunt, puffy and well used.”
“Then fuck it,” I begged him, totally losing all control or dignity I was supposed to have. My pussy was itching seriously and the only thing that could cure the itch was a cock. I needed that fuck as if it was the last breath I would draw. “Put your big cock back in me, please” I pleaded in lust.
He positioned himself again at the entrance of my cunt and I felt that wonderful hard cock sliding back into my warm insides. He went deeper than before. He felt as if he were going to come out my mouth. I rocked back and forth as he went into me as far as he could go.
“Hnnnnhgggggg,” I moaned incoherently. “Oh, that feels so good. So deep!”
Once more he began to drive his pulsating cock savagely into my cunt. I could hear the soft sounds his balls made as the twin sacs slammed against my ass. my cunt tightened against his cock in hot excitement, my awakened cunt muscles gripped and massaged his cock causing him to groan and slam into me harder and faster. It felt like his cock would burst an organ due to the intensity and speed with which he was slamming into my depth.
“Ohohhhhhhhh,” I moaned. “I can’t hold back. IT FEELS SO GOODDDDDDD!” as my pussy convulsed and I felt the build up from deep inside my body reach a crescendo that I could not hold on to. Like a vice my pussy tightened and gripped his cock and then my orgasm exploded and I saw stars as cum gushed out of my pussy to bath his cock.
‘’Whoreeeeeeeeeeee’’ I heard him scream from afar off ‘’take it slut, take it, take my cum’’ he grunted and panted with his thrusts increasing in hardness as he slammed ferociously into me one last time and spilled his load causing me to cum again as my pussy tried to milk him dry of all the cum he had in his sac. Then he fell on top of me gasping and panting as he let go of my legs. I was panting too.
A few minutes later he rolled off me and in a jiffy was sound asleep. I lay there looking at the ceiling and then between my still spread legs to see my puffy red pussy lips from the pounding it had received slowly closing up. My life flashed through my eyes. But before I could dwell on it, my customer woke up, climbed on top of me again and sucked on my boobs for about thirty minutes, and then dragged me to the bathroom where we had a shower together after giving him a blow job still in my hijab. My pussy tingled as I worked his cock again but he was too spent to get it up and said he had to go.
‘’I’ve never fucked a sophisticated lady like you before and I must say that you a very good fuck. I hope to see you again. I will make the arrangements with Ibrahim, here’s a tip’’. So saying he threw a wad of bills on the table and left the hotel room. I looked at the bills and estimated shrewdly that it couldn’t be more than fifty thousand naira. I smiled.
In my own rights I am a millionaire, apart from the fact that I am married to a very rich business man and have businesses of my own both here in Nigeria and in Oman. I didn’t need the paltry sum the man whose name I didn’t know but had just fucked me and I had sucked his cum down my throat threw on the table. I could buy him and his wealth ten times over. But I was a whore, a pimped out housewife who had been entrapped by a pimp and who now has no choice but to be a whore for all and anyone Ibrahim wants me to fuck.
But I’m loving my new life as his whore! I am a lady in her late twenties with two kids. I got married quite early actually, in my teens. I had my children before I was twenty, then my husband asked me to go back to school as I was in SS2 when my parents married me off to him and as a good Hausa girl, I had to agree. My husband is older than me with almost fifteen years and has a first wife. However, she is based in the states with her children as that is where most of my husband’s business are. He decided to marry another wife when he decided to go into politics in Nigeria. The politics thing didn’t work out as well as he had expected but he had transferred a few of his businesses here and so spends like half the year in Nigeria. It wasn’t that I lacked his attention or anything, just that fate dealt me a cruel hand.
My husband had deflowered me and satisfied me sexually as best he could. I didn’t know I was missing anything as there was no other experience to compare with. After having my second child, my husband decided that I should go back to school and so I had to write SSCE and UTME. Fortunately, I came out with flying colours in both as I had been a brilliant student before I was pulled out of school. My second child, a girl, was just past three years of age when I gained admission to the university to study economics. It was my husband’s choice as he wanted me to be handling some of his business interests. It was in the university that I met Ibrahim during my second year. He had transferred to Economics from another faculty and I liked him the moment I set eyes on him. The feeling was mutual because he started sitting close to me in class to assist. But it was common knowledge to everyone in our department that I was a married woman. There wasn’t any outside meet ups as my husband’s driver would drive me to school and wait until the end of lectures to take me home. But we liked each other.
This continued till our final year when I had to come to school one day to read for my final exams as my elder wife was around with her four kids and the house was too noisy for me to read. So Alhaji told the driver to take me to school and bring me back later. Because it was exams period, a lot of the smaller classrooms were empty and the students were either reading in their hostels or the library. I wasn’t a library person, so I got me a secluded corner in one of the small classroom and was busy reading when Ibrahim came inside and sat beside me. The only other person in the classroom was sitting in the front. We were sitting so close together that I could feel the heat from his body and the scent of his cologne made me giddy with desire that i dint know i had in me. Soon I felt his hands on my thigh and I could do nothing. I wanted the touch. Before I knew what was happening, Ibrahim had slide my kaftan up and his hand was on my bare thigh, while his other hand rubbed my nipple through the material of the dress. He kept this up for over thirty minutes until the only other person in the classroom got up and left, leaving me alone with him.
I looked up and looked into his eyes and that was all the invitation he needed as he crushed his lips to mine in a hard kiss that went on and on and on, leaving me breathless and panting when we finally pulled apart. Then he slide the hand that was already on my thigh into my crotch and pushed aside my panty, sliding one, then two fingers inside my steaming hot pussy! feelings I never knew existed flowed through my body. It felt like an electric current had been passed from the inside of my pussy to my entire body and I was shaking and moaning and my moans grew louder and louder as he finger fucked me. Then he bent his head and placed his lips on mine again to stifle the moans which had grown to a loud crescendo from escaping my lips. I was in another world, I couldn’t explain or describe the feeling. I only knew it was sweeter than anything Alhaji had ever done to me. A still sane part of me whispered that I was committing adultery, that I would be stoned to death if caught. But another side, which finally dominated, kept asking me if I didn’t like the feeling, if I wanted it to stop. If I was content to go through life not to know this feeling, not to keep experiencing it?
That wanton part won as I let go, not caring if anyone came in and saw us. Fluid was pouring out of my pussy in gallons as Ibrahim shoved his fingers ever deeper inside my pussy and rubbed it back and forth and also circular. Then a giant wave washed over me and it felt as if I had died and gone to paradise. It had never ever been like that with Alhaji! Never ever! I screamed but no sound came out as my eyes rolled over in my head and I lost consciousness. Then I opened my eyes a few minutes later to feel Ibrahim manoeuvring me to sit on his laps, his cock was already out and stand erect. Furtively, he positioned me on his bare hard cock and placing his hands on my waist, moved me up and down, up and down. His cock entering my raw pussy felt like a hot rod impaling me. Soon, without even thinking consciously about it, I started moving on Ibrahim’s cock of my own volition. We were both so carried away that if anyone had come into that classroom at that time, we would have been caught red handed. Fortunately nobody came and Ibrahim too must have been well aroused by his ministrations on my pussy because in a short while but still much longer than my husband takes, he was pumping his sperm deep inside my pussy and my pussy was clenching and unclenching on his cock as I came too.
Then realisation came crashing down on me and I quickly got off him, adjusted my panties as another man’s sperm swarm in my pussy and the excess flowed out my cunt lips to tickle down my thigh. I felt so ashamed of what I had just done. Ibrahim tried to hold my hand as I packed my books but I pushed him away and ran out the door to the toilet to try and wash the feel of my unfaithfulness out of my cunt. But each time my fingers touched my pussy lips, my body would give a shudder and I would remember the feel of Ibrahim’s fingers deep inside of me.
To cut a long story short, I avoided Ibrahim after that till we graduated and went our separate ways. I never cheated on my husband again after that but at the same time I never forgot the feel of Ibrahim’s fingers and cock inside of me. In fact several times with Alhaji I would close my eyes and imagine it was Ibrahim fucking me. Things were like that until eight months ago, about two years after graduation, when I met Ibrahim again, or do I say my waterloo.
I had gone to the market for some materials. Maybe because I was more matured or Alhaji feels he could trust me now, I drive myself in town with the driver driving only if I have to go out of town. I was putting what I bought in the boot of the car when I saw a familiar figure in the car beside mine. On closer inspection I saw that it was Ibrahim and I called out his name. We were so happy to see each other that we lingered and talked for almost two hours but as much as the thought of our last meeting was at the surface of our talk, none of us could bring him/herself to talk about it. He told me he came to do some things in town and was staying in a hotel not too far from the market and asked if I wanted to see.
With misgivings but with a strange compulsion, I said yes. I locked my car and got into his, following him to his hotel room. As we got out the car and climbed to his floor, the misgivings I had felt earlier came back again.
“I don’t know why I came,” I said. Ibrahim didn’t answer as he opened the door and ushered me inside. I brushed past him and looked for a place to sit down. I chose the chair farthest from the bed. Yet, I couldn’t help giving the bed nervous glances.
“You seem nervous’’ he said ‘’You don’t have anything to fear. Would you like a drink?”
“Yes, please” I answered
He took out two chilled cans of malt from the fridge and brought me one. I took the drink with trembling fingers, suddenly feeling shivers go through me as his fingers touched mine. Coming here was such a bad idea. I could already feel my nipples hardening and my pants wet! I nervously opened the can and took a sip. Ibrahim had not moved away. Then I felt his hand touching me just below the knee. I could feel the heat from his hands through the material of my skirt.
“Please,” I said. “I shouldn’t have come here. I just felt we should catch up more on old times. I…” my voice tapered off as I became lost for words. I knew why I had come. I was only deceiving myself if I said I did not know.
He moved his hand to the inside of my leg just at the end of my skirt. I looked down at his hand petrified and at the same time excited, I could feel the thumping of my heart increase.
He bent down and kissed me very softly on the lips. I felt his tongue brush my teeth but I wouldn’t open up. I tried to make my body stiff but I couldn’t control the shivers permeating my body.
“You shouldn’t do that,” I said.
“You came here for me to do this,” he said.
I looked into his face and I knew his words were true. I had come here for this. I asked myself why. Alhaji made me happy. He satisfied me. Then why did I have this big attraction to this man, knowing fully well what would come of it.
“I have to go,” I said, trying to get up from the chair.
He kissed me again but this time it was a rough, demanding kiss and I had to open my mouth to him. I moaned softly when I felt his tongue slipping into my mouth and going into my throat.
His hand caressed my knees and thighs but he still hadn’t gone up under my skirt. I found my eyes drawn to his crotch where I saw the huge bulge forming there. My mind and body remembered the feel of that bulge deep inside me as I sat on it in the classroom at school, the feel of the warm sperm that had spurted deep inside me and I felt a shiver run through me. My mouth was dry. I kept telling myself that I was a good wife, that I should get up and leave before things got started. I had done nothing wrong yet. Only a kiss. I could leave.
I knew that I wouldn’t as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Come here,” he said.
I stood up and walked to him. He tugged me down unto his lap and I felt his hard bulge pressing against my buttocks. He kissed my throat softly, and then ran his tongue over my cheek and to my mouth. This time his lips were hungry and his tongue fondled my tongue roughly. I was breathing rapidly when he released me. Once more I looked down at myself and saw the edges of my green panties as his hand slowly crept up under my skirt and touched my pussy.
“Oh no,” I said half-heartedly. “You shouldn’t do that. I shouldn’t let you.”
I put my hand on his arm but I didn’t have the strength to push him away. His fingers touched my wet cunt through my wet panties.
“You hot little slut,” he said. “You’re already cumming. I’ve fucked so many women in the past two years but none of them as slutty or sweet or wet as you. Even when you protest, your body shouts yes, yes and your pussy screams it the loudest”. I felt like I was going to die of shame as my body reacted to his words and pulsed, begging for his touch, begging for his cock. My mouth was saying no but my body was screaming yes with all its breath.
He pulled me back onto the bed on top of him. He bruised my mouth with hard kisses while his hands went underneath my skirt to cup my buttocks.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I moaned softly.
He pushed me over onto my back and his weight came down on top of me. His hands went to the zip of my blouse. I tried to stop him once more. It was too late. He peeled my blouse back to reveal my boobs concealed in a green bra.
“Stop,” I pleaded.
“You don’t want me to stop,” he said. “You want me to fuck you. You have beautiful boobs. I didn’t have the time to look at them properly the last time. Now I intend to feast on them.”
He lifted me back and easily unsnapped my bra. He pulled it off me and I felt the cool air of the air conditioner against my naked flesh. He tried to cup one boob in his hand and began to softly massage it.
“Succulent,” he kept whispering. “Really succulent.”
He bent his head and his tongue flicked at my nipple. I felt it begin to ache with excitement. His hot mouth closed over it gently. I tried feebly to tug at his head but my fingers just simply ended up running through his shaved head while soft, guttural moans escaped my throat.
He opened his mouth wider and more of my boob was drawn into his hot mouth. He used his tongue and lips on my skin until I could hardly stand it.
“Oh please ohhhhhhh,” I moaned. “Stop. Please stop.”
I was not saying it loud enough or forcefully enough to matter. His lips and tongue caressed my boobs until they were both swollen with lust. My skirt was up above my waist and I could feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he took his cock out. Then he took my hand and pressed it against his stiff bulge.
“Like that, Fateema?” he said. “I bet it’s the biggest one you’ve ever felt. Remember how it felt inside of you in the classroom? Remember it pouring cum into your womb the way Alhaji’s cock never could?”
I have never been so hot! Even that day in the classroom, the heat inside me was not as intense as this. It felt like I was going to explode anytime soon with the amount of heat inside of me. He pressed my hand harder against him and I felt his cock jump through his trousers. I hardly knew what I was doing as I reached for his zipper. Slowly I tugged it down and then reached inside for his cock. I found his hot cock bunched in his boxers and my fingers laced around the stem.
“Pull it out, baby,” he insisted. “Pull it out.”
I swallowed nervously as I tugged his immense rod out through the opening of his trousers. Again I felt the stiff prick jump excitedly in my fingers. I could suddenly feel my panties get even wetter, and my fingers were getting sticky as I moved them up and down on his cock.
“Good,” he gasped. “You’ve learned.” I hadn’t really, I had never touched another dick before, not even Alhaji's. I guess when sluttiness runs in the blood, one naturally learns these things. He rolled away from me and made me remove my hand. I wondered what he was doing but didn’t have to wait long to find out. He stripped out of his clothes quickly to reveal a hard, masculine body.
My gaze fell to his massive balls and I shivered again as a loud gasp escaped me at the thought that I had ever had something that big inside me without even feeling any pain. He just smiled.
“Take your panties off,” he said.
“Please,” I said. “I can’t go through with this. I can’t do it.”
I kept saying the things I knew I should say but was taking my panties off at the same time. I slid them down my legs and kicked them off. He licked his lips as he stared at my hairy pussy.
“Hairy,” he said. “I like a bushy pussy. Spread your legs wide, Fateema. I’m ready to give you a sweet fucking, you know you want it, so stop pretending.”
The coarse words coming out of his mouth instead of annoying me only excited me even more. A sweet fucking was what I wanted. I found myself spreading my legs apart and allowing him to look into the inner lips of my pussy. In fact, I was getting the more flushed as he gazed deeply into my exposed pussy.
“You’ve got a beautiful cunt, firm and tight to the grip. I didn’t believe you had two kids that day I fucked you” he said as he leaned across me. I felt two of his fingers massaging my juicy wet cunt. I moaned as I felt one of his fingers slipping inside of me.
“I’m ready, baby,” he said. “I’m ready to give you a good fucking.”
“Yes,” I said, that memory of long ago coming unbidden into my eyes “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” I blinked. Who said that? Who had just asked to be fucked hard? Definitely not me am sure. But it was.
He got between my legs and I felt the hard head of his cock pressed against my pussy. I screamed as he shoved his huge prick partly into me. It felt sooooooo full, like it was in my womb.
“Fuck me!” I yelled. “Fuck me! Please give it to me good!” I had finally let go, accepting that I wanted Ibrahim to fuck me. Accepting that my body had been longing for his prick for the past two years now. I am not a good wife. I knew that I was loud and somebody might hear but at the moment, I just didn’t give a damn who heard. I wanted to be fucked and fucked good. Ibrahim obliged as he slammed his cock all the way into me and I breathed a sigh of relief. He felt so good inside me. So good. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his back.
“Give it to me, please please pleaseeeee,” I moaned. “Give it to me!”
He began to fuck me in quick, hard strokes. He was playing with my ass as he fucked me and I was loving it. I wanted to be abused and treated roughly. That was what I’d always wanted after that day with him, that was the only thing I was good for, a woman who cheats on her husband and loves it should be used and abused and he was giving it to me just the way it should be.
My breath was coming in loud gasps as I realized I was cumming. It had never been like this. I saw the stars that I’d known he’d make me see, just the way I had seen them two years ago.
“Oh fuck. It feels too good. Too good. I love it. Ohhhhhhhhh, I’m coming. I’m coming! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed at the top of my voice as I felt that overwhelming release. A floodgate had been flung wide open and cum was gushing out in chunks as I thrashed and writhed upon the sheets, begging him not to stop fucking me, thrusting back to receive every stroke he had to give.
My orgasm shook my body as I’d never been shaken before, it was more intense even than that day two years ago. It went on and on and on and felt like I was having series of orgasms. Then all at once I came crashing back to earth, still panting, my toes curled up and my legs kicking imaginary bicycles in the air.
But his cock was still in me and still hard. He slowly pulled his cock from my clutching pussy and placed it against my stomach.
“Turn over,” he said. “Get up on your hands and knees.”
“But what are you going to do?” I asked.
“Just do it,” he demanded.
I turned over and got up on my hands and knees. Once more he slammed his cock deep into my pussy. He leaned across me and grabbed my boobs as he savagely pounded his cock into my hungry cunt. On and on he pounded into me from behind, it was not a familiar position but that was the day I developed a love for the doggie position as his stroke went in deeper than before and he was fondling and pinching my hanging boobs causing me to cum twice more before he finally released my boobs, gripped me by the waist and delivered rapid fire strokes into my well used pussy before finally slamming into me hard, grunting and pouring warm sperm deep inside me like that day two years ago
“Nhggggggggggggggggggg’’ he grunted as he poured and poured what must have been litres into me before finally collapsing on my back.
Twice more afterwards Ibrahim fucked me that day in his hotel room, in different positions that I never knew existed, but I loved it. he sucked my boobs like only my children had ever sucked them but unlike my children, the feeling was exquisite as it flowed down to that flower between my legs and sent shivers all through me. But every good thing has to come to an end. We departed that day exchanging numbers and him promising to come get me at the same market we had met in three days' time.
I was a changed woman. My sexuality had been aroused. I tried to hide it from Alhaji when we were having fun two days later but he felt it and loved it. I was freer with him. Then the anxiety started as I started waiting for Ibrahim to call. My pussy was itching, I needed his cock to fill me up. He had opened my eyes to the joy of good old fucking and was now starving me of it. Three days passed, a week, two weeks, until it was close to a month when his call came in that I should meet him in the hotel. The relief was clearly written over me as I went up with him in his hotel room and hugged him but his countenance was cloudy. Then he threw an envelope at me.
I was shocked. I could feel Ibrahim’s eyes on me as I turned over the glossy photographs enclosed in the envelope
“I can’t believe it,” I shouted. “You took pictures. Why did you do that?”
Ibrahim smiled. He knew he had me exactly where he wanted me. It was time for him to take off his nice-guy mask.
“Why do you think, bitch?” he said coldly.
I had never been talked to that way. I looked up in surprise. I had been sorry and ashamed of what had happened between me and Ibrahim at first, then later acceptive of the slut he had turned me into. But I still didn’t want to lose my home, my children, my life. I know what Alhaji would do to me if he found out about my indiscretion. And then this.
I looked down once more at the pictures. Glossy pictures of me being fucked doggie, with my boobs handing, a cock obviously buried inside me and my face upturned in ecstasy! the pleasure in them could not be mistaken! me with my kegs on Ibrahim's shoulder as he pounded into me. the clearest thing in those pictures was my expression! i was enjoying it, i couldnt feign rape.There was no doubt it was me. My nude flushed body, my hanging boobs, the birth mark on my buttocks visibly displayed for all to see. My husband would need no soothsayer once he saw these pictures and my mouth was open in heat. I looked depraved. My face told a whole new story that was strange and foreign to the me known to all close to me.
“Oh my God,” I cried softly as the reality of my situation dawned on me. “I don’t understand. I really don’t understand.”
“It’s simple,” he said. “You took a little pleasure. Now you’re going to have to pay for it.”
“Blackmail,” I answered. “You want money?”
“Not money,” he said. “I just want you to go to work for me. I saw your potential right from our university days but you were hidden away and I could not get close enough to hook you to sex. I knew you were a slut, you only needed someone to bring out the real you. That day in the classroom I thought I had finally got you but you slipped away. For two whole years I trailed you and that day in the market, I knew you had been stewing, longing for my cock and like a lamb you walked straight to the slaughter’’ he finished with a wicked smile.
“Oh my God,” I said again. “I’ll pay you money. I’ll do that. But I couldn’t do that, please, not that”
“You will,” he said.
I didn’t like the slow smile that came over his face. I tugged my skirt down and got off the bed. I walked to the door and put my hand on the knob. At that moment I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t believe that he would ever part with those pictures.
“Don’t go out that door, Fateema” he warned. “Or you’ll find your pictures going on every newspaper in the country and beyond and on the internet. I will mail it to your husband, your senior wife and your step children. Your parents will see them, your siblings, everybody that matters to you…….Dare me and see.”
Then I knew he meant what he said. He was not bluffing. I knew what going to work for him meant, but I couldn’t allow those pictures to be distributed. I turned around to face him once more.
“You win,” I said timidly, all the fight going out of me “So what do I get to do working for you?” I asked with tears streaming down my face.
“You know. Don’t pretend you don’t know but so that we are not mistaken, let me spell out your duty. You will fuck whoever, whenever and wherever I tell you. Now I am your master, your pimp, I will make money off your ripe body, your sluttiness while you will enjoy it. If only you know the number of men and the kind of money they will pay to fuck a decent looking lady like you. You will become a hot cake! You may think I am being wicked right now but in time you will love your job so well that you will never think of stopping” he said. “Now strip off, bitch. We’re going to have a little lesson to seal the bargain.”
And that was how I became Ibrahim’s whore, to be pimped out at his discretion and as much as I hate to admit it, his last words have turned out to be true. I have never looked back or regretted that decision in the past eight months. Oh, if you know the things I have done during these months, the number of men ie fucked, the places i have been fucked, the orgies, the groupies, the role playing…. Sigh. Just know that I’m a whored out housewife and loving it.
