Parveen Aziza - Sex Stories

Parveen Aziza

... holding my arm upper arm tightly. He pushed open the door of the first bedroom in the corridor.

A couple were sitting close to each other on a bed, doing lines of coke. They looked up at us in surprise. Maksim shut the door and opened the next door in the corridor. It was another bedroom with a neatly made king-size bed – and it was empty. He dragged me in and kicked the door shut behind him. He pushed me down to my knees, unzipping his fly at the same time.

“Just looking at you in that tight black dress got me hard, bitch. Open your mouth.”

“Has Sergei given permission –?”

“Of course.”

“If Sergei is okay with it, I’ll give you a blowjob.”

I was not fast enough for him, and he put a chokehold on my throat. My mouth opened with the gag reflex, and he shoved his thick cockhead into my lips. He let out a groan of satisfaction as he sank the rest of his length into my mouth saying, “Suck hard, Parveen Aziza! Sergei says he’s taught you well!”

I sucked on him slurping with my tongue, as Sergei had taught me. Sex with Sergei was always rough, so Maksim’s treatment was not new to me. I had been a virgin before my short marriage. Sex with Hamal was not exciting, but he was not rough.

Maksim had his hands on my head, and he pulled my hair. I knew he wanted to hurt me, and he did, but I did not mind the pain, as I wanted to please him. My performance seemed to satisfy him for he grunted, “Yes! Yes! Choke on me, bitch!”

I kept sucking and blowing, hoping to ...

... make him cum. But he had staying power and after a while, backed out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around and lay me on the bed. He rucked up the short skirt of my dress and there was a sharp tearing sound as he ripped off my thong.

He shucked off his jacket and pulled his T-shirt over his head. I twisted around and saw his heavily muscled body with tattoos all over his torso. He put a hand on the back of my neck and forced me face down on the bed, trying to pin me in place.

He put his other hand under my belly. I realized what he wanted to do and managed to squirm out from under him. He blocked my way to the door, so I backed away toward the wall.

“No! Not my ass!” I screamed. “I’ll tell Sergei!”

“Sergei told me to fuck you in the ass,” he said, laughing.

“He did?”

“Yes, Parveen Aziza. Fuck the Arab bitch in the ass, I own her. Those were his words.”

“No one has ever fucked me in the ass!” I wailed.

“An anal virgin,” he said, gloating. “You’re going to be tight!”

He began moving toward me and I continued backing away, keeping him a few steps away from me. I thought of my servile status and sobbed, tears running down my cheeks, streaking my mascara.

“You’ve nowhere to go, bitch!” he shouted. “Just lie down and enjoy it!”

“Please don’t, Maksim!” I whimpered.

Trying to catch Maksim’s eye, I looked over his shoulder. I saw the door was ajar and there was Jack! He turned and was about to leave.

“Jack!” I screamed. "Help ...