European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... satisfaction here. Even trying to please Mehmet and Hasan had only been to stave off some impending punishment. But this felt different. Here he seemed to be enjoying not just her blowjob but a moment alone with her. She couldn’t put her finger on why but it allowed her to relax and clear her mind of the horrors of the last few days. “Oh fuck yes,” Mehmet muttered under his breath, “jack my cock.” As her hand moved up and down, she rested her free arm on his leg and again went down on his cock, pushing it deeply in and speeding up her jacking off. His moans grew in intensity and the hand stroking her cheek now gripped her hair hard. Though he pushed his groin toward her, it was a far cry from Hasan’s face fucking. Breathing through her nose, she moved the cock in and out of her mouth, jerking the base up and down like a salt shaker. When he twitched, she knew he was close. “I’m cumming,” almost shouting, he stood up and pulled his cock from her mouth, “look at me.” Wide as dinner plates, her brilliant blue eyes looked on as Mehmet jerked himself off. With the tip of his cock just inches from her face, he came after only a few strokes, a thick blob of sticky white cum shooting from his dick in a line from her hair to the bridge of her cute button nose. With a loud roar, a second jet shot over an eye, welding it shut. Milking the last drops from his twitching cock, he squeezed his jism over her face. Looking at her, he knew he had betrayed his duty by sharing an intimate ...

... moment with a slave. And looking at her cum covered face, he knew he would do it again. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Their footsteps echoed loudly in the great marble hall. The brilliant white polished surfaces almost blinded the terrified American, the room’s splendour showing her situation as even more hopeless. When she hesitated, not knowing where to go, Jeremiah immediately verbally abused her. “That way, bitch,” he said loudly, his brash Texan personality showing no signs of abating as he pointed to the hall’s far corner where a man and woman stood. Waddling as best she could with two dildos stuffed into her, Melissa soon saw a terrifying looking woman with peroxide blonde hair tied tight in a bun that pulled her skin taut on her bony face. She filled Melissa with sheer terror. Her perfectly tailored grey suit seemed more appropriate to a successful business woman than one in this business. The other was a very attractive man, tall, dark and handsome, dressed in a black shirt and trousers. The four stopped about a metre away and Jeremiah greeted the woman. “Ms. Schweinberg,” he said warmly, offering a fat hand which the woman took in her bony one. “Mr. Johnson, good to have you here again.” she replied, seemingly genuinely pleased to see him. “It’s great to be back, I can’t wait to get started!” “All in good time, old friend, all in good time.” Melissa was unable to take her eyes from the woman’s piercing features. When she looked at her, ...