Refuges get lucky part two
Frida just saw a flash of light, wondered in the back of her mind what it was before she felt Abshir’s hands grip her neck and she felt his breath come in shorter gasps, his hips began to buck and the boy held her head tightly to him. She knew he was going to ejaculate. She felt his cock throb, all the way up and a small spurt of semen arrived in her mouth. She was surprised and disappointed at the small amount, but then another shudder rent through the cock in her mouth and she she felt the sperm pumping through his cock as with a great gush it splashed against the back of her mouth. She panicked a little and flailed uselessly as Abshir held her head onto his cock, as gush after gush of strongly tasting, so very thick sperm pûmped from his cock.
She had to swallow quickly as five or six ejaculations entered her mouth. The thickness and strong taste surprising her, before he realxed his grip, and gripped his cock as he withdrew it, squeezing the last drops of semen out, pushing it back in her mouth so she licked and she cleaned it off. Finally she could breath properly as his still fat cock slipped out. She was exhausted, never before being used like that, never tasting so thick, strong sperm. She was glad it was over and she laughed a little in relief, looking up at Abshire who had his eyes closed in ecstacy.
Over his shoulder she then saw the leering eyes of Mohammed. In surprise she fell backwards, sitting on the floor in a little puddle of Asad's sperm. Abshir's cum dripping from her mouth and onto her breasts, and Asad's still on her torso, soaking into her bikini briefs and then saw the six refugees plus Assaad staring at her. Mohammed had unzipped his trousers and was holding his cock, rubbing it as he watched her -If she thought Abshir's cock was big, then Mohammeds was huge. It was so fat it tapered down to the end and was the ugliest cock she had ever seen.
“You like black cock!” Mohammed exclaimed, “I bet you’ll like Moroccan cock even more”. He reached out and squeezed Frida’s bare tit, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her yelp in pain. She looked unbelievingly around her at the faces of her older charges, all leering at her with undisguised lust, even Assad, who was supposed to be helping her, was rubbing his cock. The others were all either rubbing their erections through their bulging trtousers or were in the process of unzipping themselves Assad's mouth was slack as he licked his wet lips, almost dribbling saliva at the fair skinned lawyer; he had always watched her at work, running his eyes over her clothed body dreaming of inserting his fat cock inside her ass; now he could hardly believe his luck, all thoughts of his responsibilities and penalties for what he was about to do were totally overcome by the feeling he was getting from his throbbing cock. His eyes bulged and Fida watched his adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed in excitement, he had no smile, unlike Mohammed and Frida could feel his nervousness.
Still in a daze she heard affirmations from around her saying how she was going to love Libyan, Syrian and Egyptian cock.
She couldn’t believe what she had got herself into, she should never have gone into the sauna with the boys. The men closed in a little and she felt more hands ******* her and pawing her with more lewd comments.
She felt more than a little frightened and tried to plead with them; looking at Mohommed’s cruel eyes she stammered a plea, warning them of the consequences, but Mohommad just laughed and Assad then grinned from ear to ear as Mohommed turned his phone to her and showed her the picture he had just taken of her with Abshir’s hands on her head pulling it onto his cock which was halfway into her mouth, then he flicked another picture which was the one Asad sent him from her phone
“Look what you been up to! Asas sent me this one first”.
He looked at Asad and held his hand out for Frida’s iphone which Asad passed over a little reluctantly. He liked Frida and now his lust was satisfied for the moment he had a twinge of regret that he sent Mohammed the picture; he only meant to wind him up over Mohommads boasting and he was frightened she was now going to get hurt.
She hardly heard Mohammed say "Lets take off all her clothes" before she felt hands pull her up. As she stammered another protest she felt many hands on her briefs roughly pulling them down, then discarded on the floor? Those that didn't help stripping her were rushing to disrobe themselves completely and she was forcibly sat on the bench to stare at seven cocks and seven naked men with determined lust in their eyes.
Mohommad snatched up the phone and showed her again the picture Asad took “You want I send this to your boss? Must have his number in your phone. No matter maybe I just send to everyone you know?”
Frida’s eyes welled with tears as she sunk into even deeper trouble. Assad had his phone out now and was taking pictures of her naked and surrounded by the arab men, stroking their cocks with one hand as they tried with the other to explore her body.
“You be nice to us and I wipe the photo eh? Lawyer lady, you really sexy you know?” Without waiting for a reply he grinned at the others and started to strip off his own clothes “I get inside her first!” he said in arabic to the others. Looking at the Somali boys he said “Well, I would be angry but you still haven’t fucked her and you did let us in on it. So I let you fuck her after us Arabs, we have some fun first with her. Watch how an arab Muslim treats a woman.”
Frida, shivering slightly, cast her eyes down to the floor unwilling to look at the men, she closed her eyes as she felt the hands constantly roving over her body, fingers trying to explore between her legs, pinching and squeezing her breasts.
Suddenly she felt her hands grasped together and she was violently pulled up from her seating position; gasping she felt her hair gripped and her face was turned to Mohammed’s, “Look at what real men look like” he rasped at her and he turned her head so she had to look at the now seven men and boys. Fat Assad with his belly dripping over his sides, still almost dribbling with delight rubbing his fat bent cock, the two libyans, young men, lithe and fit needing to sow their seed straight long cocks, even fatter Ahmed the Syrian breathing heavily and hairy everywhere, down his arms and back, grinning and stroking his cock, the two Somali boys had regained their erections, ready again as young boys can be so quickly.
Finally Mohommed, cruel grin, his proud cock looking like it was solid bone, muscular body scarred from many conflicts. He held her before the rest, pulling back her hair so her head was angled upwards, he whispered in her ear “Now you do everything I say” and he slapped her tit so hard she cried out, she tried to twist away but he just pulled her hair even harder and squeezed her nipple between his fingers, rolling it around between his finger and thumb, squeezing it. As she whimpered his hand slid down and caressed her round buttocks before he slapped them hard. Again she jerked away and yelped; but she also felt a tingle inside her. He slapped her again on the buttocks and she jerked but not so much, again feeling something , almost excitement at the pain. She didn’t understand herself. Mohommad sensed her awareness and grinned. Many women liked abuse, he knew now that she was one of them, even if she didn’t know it herself yet.
“Suck me” He ordered her and pushed her down, twisting her around so she faced his huge ugly organ. She hesitated but had no choice as he pushed his thick cock between her lips and drove it inside her mouth. As he slowly jerked backwards and forwards she felt other hands roving her body, all over her , trying to part her legs, then one finger,then two as her pussy was inspected and then violated, then another pushing it's way painfully into her ass.
Her mouth was suddenly empty as Mohommad moved away, but his cock was immediately replaced with another. It was the fat Syrian, he came inside her mouth almost immediately and she coughed and choked on his sperm as she heard Mohommed chuckling behind her “You will learn to love Arab sperm, it is more potent than Somali!” Frida tasted no difference except that the Syrians cock didn’t spurt like the boys cock.
He pulled out his cock and his sperm dribbled from her mouth as she heard Arabic spoken, she heard the bench being dragged and then she was pushed over to it. Still on her knees she felt hands push her shoulders down so she could rest her wrists on the bench. She felt a man behind her, he slapped her buttocks hard, it could only be Mohammed; She felt fingers dig painfully into her pussy and at prod her pussy lips open, she felt fear “Please,” she implored as she know then she would be ****d, “Please put something on”. She heard mocking from the men, “Please, please, I will do anything you ask, but please don’t leave your cum in me. I have some condoms in my bag”
“Ah, really? You’ll do anything?”
“Yes” Frida sighed, wondering herself what ‘Anything’ might bring upon her.
She heard Mohammed scoff. He wanted to seed this woman. "Why, you think we all deseased or something?"
"N..no", she stammerred, she was appalled that she would be impregnated, "It's just.....my husband.... we are trying for a baby".
The men were laughing and saying she could have their baby, and tears rolled from her eyes as she pleaded again and again.
Finally Mohammed says "So we wear these protections, you fuck us really nice, yeah? You be nice and we all fuck anyway we want, yeah?" Frida was nodding vigourosly. "Maybe we fuck you good anyway, you don't have much say in it", Mohammed was teasing her, enjoying this game and he liked the pleading look on her face. "I tell you what", he looked at one of the Somali boys who had already gone through Frida's bag and found several packets of condoms, "Oh, you have many packets, maybe you wanted this then?" He snorted a laugh as Frida just whispered she had them for a while.
"I tell you what," he repeated, "You know your friend, Anna?" Frida looked at Mohammed puzzled, as he continued, "She really pretty too", murmers from the others and a few s****ers. "We do this nice thing for you and wear these condom things, and you be really nice. Plus then I like that you get Anna to fuck us too. We all got the hots for her as well".
Frida was shocked "But....but.. how?" She hardly beleived what he was saying, the men were all nodding and assuring her that this would be fine. She shook her head in disbelief but Mohammed continued "You try at least. If not then maybe we show pictures to her anyway - once she sees how real men fuck she will want to anyway".
Frida was almost stunned, she couldn't let this go further, she had to contain it. She realised she had to nod, if only so the men would not make her pregnant.
She had no idea that that was the one thing Mohammed had every intention of doing. He smiled when he saw her nod and everyone was grinning except Frida.
"Not when she sucks me" said one of the Libyans with a few laughs and nods and he walked around to her and kneeling he held his cock to her face and pushed it into her mouth. From the corner of her eye she saw Mohammed tearing open a condom packet and stretch one over his huge cock. She heard him make a joke about not being made for huge Moroccan cock and felt him move behind her as she bobbed her head on the cock in her mouth. Although she did not want his sperm in her mouth, the less chance there was he would ejaculate inside her pussy. This cock was young and hard, not like the old Syrians but it smelled and tasted disgusting.
She felt Mohammeds probing finger as a precursor to his cock. His finger withdrawn he pushed his glans against her slit and rubbed it up and down. Despite herself she felt a little quiver of excitement as he rubbed his cock over her labia. Disgusted with herself she tried to hold herself rigid.
Mohammed smilingly said in Arabic "The bitch is wet" as he felt her pussy lubricate. He gently pushed his cock in. Just a little, then withdrew before pushing in again, a little deeper. He heard Frida give a little yelp through her mouthful of cock, but wasn't sure if it was in response to his cock inside her or the fact that Zair was obviously cumming. From behind he heard Zair grunt and saw Zair remove his cock from Frida's mouth and spurt some cum over her face.
She gasped again as Mohammed pushed deeply into her and Zair ejaculated again over Frida's face. The thick creamy cum rolled from her closed eyes down beside her nose and over her lip. She wanted to close her mouth to stop it running in but not only did Mohammed thrust his entire length of cock inside her and she had to gasp loudly in surprise and pain at the huge object filling her vagina but Zair rolled his cock over her cummy face and pushed it back into her mouth to finish another ejaculation and make her clean his cock.
"Mmmmmmm yeahhhh salope! Suck me dry" He yelled at Frida just as Mohammed started to get into his stride, thrusting his pelvis hard against the womans ass as he fucked her. Zair moved his spent cock away and with nobody in front of her to stop her body being propelled against the bench by Mohammeds forceful thrusts the bench sk**ded a little with each pound. Frida gasped out aloud with each thrust of the man, she felt his hands move from holding her hips to grip her breasts from behind as he squeezed them and pulled them and pinched her nipples painfully as he rode her.
Mohammed took his time fucking Frida. He wanted to make this last. He lsmiled as shouted "Look she loves Arab cock! Listen to her". To Frida's shame she squealed and gasped at this strong mans thrusts, squealed and gasped in a way that was obvious the big Arab was giving her pleasure no matter how much she tried to deny it. She heard the comments from them all, mocking her as she felt a wave of pleasure and shivered and moaned in an orgasm. She had never felt such a man before something in the back of her mind told her.
"She is really wet the lawyer lady, you see, I told you you would love Moroccan cock. And you will get more."
Mohammed slowed down now as his slick with Frida's juices slid easily in and out of her and Amika, the other Libyan prepared to insert his hard cock into her mouth. He had to pull her head up as she hung it down as much in exhaution as in shame, her sweat mingling with Zairs thick semen still forming stringy drips from her chin, swinging back and forwards with Mohammeds thrusts. Bizzarly she had time to think she had never seen so thick sperm. It was like glue as it stuck in big gobs to her face.
Mohammed pushed Frida's head onto Amika's cock and with gusto Amika fucked her mouth, Mohammed's big hand holding her head onto his cock.
Mohammed pulled his cock out several times, sliding it up and down Frida's wet slit before pushing it back in. The last time he did this he looked at the Somali boys and winked as he very quickly slid off the condom and pushed his unprotected cock back inside her.
Amika's cock exploded inside Frida's mouth and he laughed as he pulled it away, sperm dribbling from Frida's lips to join Zair's pool on the floor below her chin. As Amika moved out of the way and before a sweating and highly excites Assaad could move to take his place Mohammed pulled his cock out from Frida and ordered "Turn her over, now I fuck her properly". The Somali boys and Assaad quickly grabbed Frida's arms and flipped her over so she now lay on the sauna bench, her lbuttocks on the end of the bench, legs splayed with her feet touching the floor. She tried to look up at Mohammed as he stepped between her legs holding his cock ready to fuck her again. He held his hands over his cock so she couldn't see he had taken off the condom but Assaad grabbed her head and pulled it down. As Mohammed pushed very, very hard inside her she slid forward on the bench and Assaad lost no time in standing behind her head as Mohammed, now looking to seed her belly fucked her very roughly.
Assaad, almost sitting on her head pushed his cock into Frida's mouth so his cock could enter her larynx. Frida had no experience of being mouthfucked like this and she gagged in reflex as Assaad pushed his awful tasting cock further into her throat. Assaad laughed as he saw her throat bulge with his cock as he forced it further down. Frida jerked and struggles as she could no longer breath. Assaad held on to her waving arms as he held it there. She wondered if the fat Egyptian would kill her. She was assaulted by cocks at each end and panicked until suddenly Assaad pulled his cock out from her throat.
"Yessss, that is deeeeep throat" Assaad sneered as he readied to do it again.
"Too much Assaad", someone said, "That is dangerous and we haven't all fucked her yet". Assaad looked disappointed but stood to one side as he pushed his cock back into Frida's mouth, wanking as he did so. Frida felt her arms taken and a hard cock was pleced in each hand. She realised she was being ordered to rub them, each hand on a cock and one in her mouth and Mohammed getting ready to climax, she thought as she felt him stiffen and his thrusts become more urgent.
Mohammed felt the delicious sensation of his sperm rising, he would soon fill this Swedish woman's womb with his Arab seed. The thjough made him thrus even harder and Frida yelped through another mouthful of cock as Mohammed ejaculated his seed into her. He held his throbbing cock until spasm after spasm sent his sperm into her unprotected belly. "Aaahhhhhhhh" he gasped and just left his cock there until it started to soften.
Frida felt the spasms from Mohammeds cock, four or five. She wondered that she felt a warmth spread into her womb. No, he wore a condom, she thought.
Mohammed smiled, satisfied. He had potent sperm; if the white bitch had his baby it wouldn't be the first. First white one though - he hoped she would. He would fuck her again this evening, but for now it was the turn of others.
As he stepped out from between her legs a little of his semen dribbled down between her buttocks. Frida felt the cooler fluid drip between her ass cheeks and a fear stabbed her. Then Assaad came in her mouth and she felt another man step between her legs and another hard cock entered her with force.
She had to swallow quickly as five or six ejaculations entered her mouth. The thickness and strong taste surprising her, before he realxed his grip, and gripped his cock as he withdrew it, squeezing the last drops of semen out, pushing it back in her mouth so she licked and she cleaned it off. Finally she could breath properly as his still fat cock slipped out. She was exhausted, never before being used like that, never tasting so thick, strong sperm. She was glad it was over and she laughed a little in relief, looking up at Abshire who had his eyes closed in ecstacy.
Over his shoulder she then saw the leering eyes of Mohammed. In surprise she fell backwards, sitting on the floor in a little puddle of Asad's sperm. Abshir's cum dripping from her mouth and onto her breasts, and Asad's still on her torso, soaking into her bikini briefs and then saw the six refugees plus Assaad staring at her. Mohammed had unzipped his trousers and was holding his cock, rubbing it as he watched her -If she thought Abshir's cock was big, then Mohammeds was huge. It was so fat it tapered down to the end and was the ugliest cock she had ever seen.
“You like black cock!” Mohammed exclaimed, “I bet you’ll like Moroccan cock even more”. He reached out and squeezed Frida’s bare tit, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her yelp in pain. She looked unbelievingly around her at the faces of her older charges, all leering at her with undisguised lust, even Assad, who was supposed to be helping her, was rubbing his cock. The others were all either rubbing their erections through their bulging trtousers or were in the process of unzipping themselves Assad's mouth was slack as he licked his wet lips, almost dribbling saliva at the fair skinned lawyer; he had always watched her at work, running his eyes over her clothed body dreaming of inserting his fat cock inside her ass; now he could hardly believe his luck, all thoughts of his responsibilities and penalties for what he was about to do were totally overcome by the feeling he was getting from his throbbing cock. His eyes bulged and Fida watched his adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed in excitement, he had no smile, unlike Mohammed and Frida could feel his nervousness.
Still in a daze she heard affirmations from around her saying how she was going to love Libyan, Syrian and Egyptian cock.
She couldn’t believe what she had got herself into, she should never have gone into the sauna with the boys. The men closed in a little and she felt more hands ******* her and pawing her with more lewd comments.
She felt more than a little frightened and tried to plead with them; looking at Mohommed’s cruel eyes she stammered a plea, warning them of the consequences, but Mohommad just laughed and Assad then grinned from ear to ear as Mohommed turned his phone to her and showed her the picture he had just taken of her with Abshir’s hands on her head pulling it onto his cock which was halfway into her mouth, then he flicked another picture which was the one Asad sent him from her phone
“Look what you been up to! Asas sent me this one first”.
He looked at Asad and held his hand out for Frida’s iphone which Asad passed over a little reluctantly. He liked Frida and now his lust was satisfied for the moment he had a twinge of regret that he sent Mohammed the picture; he only meant to wind him up over Mohommads boasting and he was frightened she was now going to get hurt.
She hardly heard Mohammed say "Lets take off all her clothes" before she felt hands pull her up. As she stammered another protest she felt many hands on her briefs roughly pulling them down, then discarded on the floor? Those that didn't help stripping her were rushing to disrobe themselves completely and she was forcibly sat on the bench to stare at seven cocks and seven naked men with determined lust in their eyes.
Mohommad snatched up the phone and showed her again the picture Asad took “You want I send this to your boss? Must have his number in your phone. No matter maybe I just send to everyone you know?”
Frida’s eyes welled with tears as she sunk into even deeper trouble. Assad had his phone out now and was taking pictures of her naked and surrounded by the arab men, stroking their cocks with one hand as they tried with the other to explore her body.
“You be nice to us and I wipe the photo eh? Lawyer lady, you really sexy you know?” Without waiting for a reply he grinned at the others and started to strip off his own clothes “I get inside her first!” he said in arabic to the others. Looking at the Somali boys he said “Well, I would be angry but you still haven’t fucked her and you did let us in on it. So I let you fuck her after us Arabs, we have some fun first with her. Watch how an arab Muslim treats a woman.”
Frida, shivering slightly, cast her eyes down to the floor unwilling to look at the men, she closed her eyes as she felt the hands constantly roving over her body, fingers trying to explore between her legs, pinching and squeezing her breasts.
Suddenly she felt her hands grasped together and she was violently pulled up from her seating position; gasping she felt her hair gripped and her face was turned to Mohammed’s, “Look at what real men look like” he rasped at her and he turned her head so she had to look at the now seven men and boys. Fat Assad with his belly dripping over his sides, still almost dribbling with delight rubbing his fat bent cock, the two libyans, young men, lithe and fit needing to sow their seed straight long cocks, even fatter Ahmed the Syrian breathing heavily and hairy everywhere, down his arms and back, grinning and stroking his cock, the two Somali boys had regained their erections, ready again as young boys can be so quickly.
Finally Mohommed, cruel grin, his proud cock looking like it was solid bone, muscular body scarred from many conflicts. He held her before the rest, pulling back her hair so her head was angled upwards, he whispered in her ear “Now you do everything I say” and he slapped her tit so hard she cried out, she tried to twist away but he just pulled her hair even harder and squeezed her nipple between his fingers, rolling it around between his finger and thumb, squeezing it. As she whimpered his hand slid down and caressed her round buttocks before he slapped them hard. Again she jerked away and yelped; but she also felt a tingle inside her. He slapped her again on the buttocks and she jerked but not so much, again feeling something , almost excitement at the pain. She didn’t understand herself. Mohommad sensed her awareness and grinned. Many women liked abuse, he knew now that she was one of them, even if she didn’t know it herself yet.
“Suck me” He ordered her and pushed her down, twisting her around so she faced his huge ugly organ. She hesitated but had no choice as he pushed his thick cock between her lips and drove it inside her mouth. As he slowly jerked backwards and forwards she felt other hands roving her body, all over her , trying to part her legs, then one finger,then two as her pussy was inspected and then violated, then another pushing it's way painfully into her ass.
Her mouth was suddenly empty as Mohommad moved away, but his cock was immediately replaced with another. It was the fat Syrian, he came inside her mouth almost immediately and she coughed and choked on his sperm as she heard Mohommed chuckling behind her “You will learn to love Arab sperm, it is more potent than Somali!” Frida tasted no difference except that the Syrians cock didn’t spurt like the boys cock.
He pulled out his cock and his sperm dribbled from her mouth as she heard Arabic spoken, she heard the bench being dragged and then she was pushed over to it. Still on her knees she felt hands push her shoulders down so she could rest her wrists on the bench. She felt a man behind her, he slapped her buttocks hard, it could only be Mohammed; She felt fingers dig painfully into her pussy and at prod her pussy lips open, she felt fear “Please,” she implored as she know then she would be ****d, “Please put something on”. She heard mocking from the men, “Please, please, I will do anything you ask, but please don’t leave your cum in me. I have some condoms in my bag”
“Ah, really? You’ll do anything?”
“Yes” Frida sighed, wondering herself what ‘Anything’ might bring upon her.
She heard Mohammed scoff. He wanted to seed this woman. "Why, you think we all deseased or something?"
"N..no", she stammerred, she was appalled that she would be impregnated, "It's just.....my husband.... we are trying for a baby".
The men were laughing and saying she could have their baby, and tears rolled from her eyes as she pleaded again and again.
Finally Mohammed says "So we wear these protections, you fuck us really nice, yeah? You be nice and we all fuck anyway we want, yeah?" Frida was nodding vigourosly. "Maybe we fuck you good anyway, you don't have much say in it", Mohammed was teasing her, enjoying this game and he liked the pleading look on her face. "I tell you what", he looked at one of the Somali boys who had already gone through Frida's bag and found several packets of condoms, "Oh, you have many packets, maybe you wanted this then?" He snorted a laugh as Frida just whispered she had them for a while.
"I tell you what," he repeated, "You know your friend, Anna?" Frida looked at Mohammed puzzled, as he continued, "She really pretty too", murmers from the others and a few s****ers. "We do this nice thing for you and wear these condom things, and you be really nice. Plus then I like that you get Anna to fuck us too. We all got the hots for her as well".
Frida was shocked "But....but.. how?" She hardly beleived what he was saying, the men were all nodding and assuring her that this would be fine. She shook her head in disbelief but Mohammed continued "You try at least. If not then maybe we show pictures to her anyway - once she sees how real men fuck she will want to anyway".
Frida was almost stunned, she couldn't let this go further, she had to contain it. She realised she had to nod, if only so the men would not make her pregnant.
She had no idea that that was the one thing Mohammed had every intention of doing. He smiled when he saw her nod and everyone was grinning except Frida.
"Not when she sucks me" said one of the Libyans with a few laughs and nods and he walked around to her and kneeling he held his cock to her face and pushed it into her mouth. From the corner of her eye she saw Mohammed tearing open a condom packet and stretch one over his huge cock. She heard him make a joke about not being made for huge Moroccan cock and felt him move behind her as she bobbed her head on the cock in her mouth. Although she did not want his sperm in her mouth, the less chance there was he would ejaculate inside her pussy. This cock was young and hard, not like the old Syrians but it smelled and tasted disgusting.
She felt Mohammeds probing finger as a precursor to his cock. His finger withdrawn he pushed his glans against her slit and rubbed it up and down. Despite herself she felt a little quiver of excitement as he rubbed his cock over her labia. Disgusted with herself she tried to hold herself rigid.
Mohammed smilingly said in Arabic "The bitch is wet" as he felt her pussy lubricate. He gently pushed his cock in. Just a little, then withdrew before pushing in again, a little deeper. He heard Frida give a little yelp through her mouthful of cock, but wasn't sure if it was in response to his cock inside her or the fact that Zair was obviously cumming. From behind he heard Zair grunt and saw Zair remove his cock from Frida's mouth and spurt some cum over her face.
She gasped again as Mohammed pushed deeply into her and Zair ejaculated again over Frida's face. The thick creamy cum rolled from her closed eyes down beside her nose and over her lip. She wanted to close her mouth to stop it running in but not only did Mohammed thrust his entire length of cock inside her and she had to gasp loudly in surprise and pain at the huge object filling her vagina but Zair rolled his cock over her cummy face and pushed it back into her mouth to finish another ejaculation and make her clean his cock.
"Mmmmmmm yeahhhh salope! Suck me dry" He yelled at Frida just as Mohammed started to get into his stride, thrusting his pelvis hard against the womans ass as he fucked her. Zair moved his spent cock away and with nobody in front of her to stop her body being propelled against the bench by Mohammeds forceful thrusts the bench sk**ded a little with each pound. Frida gasped out aloud with each thrust of the man, she felt his hands move from holding her hips to grip her breasts from behind as he squeezed them and pulled them and pinched her nipples painfully as he rode her.
Mohammed took his time fucking Frida. He wanted to make this last. He lsmiled as shouted "Look she loves Arab cock! Listen to her". To Frida's shame she squealed and gasped at this strong mans thrusts, squealed and gasped in a way that was obvious the big Arab was giving her pleasure no matter how much she tried to deny it. She heard the comments from them all, mocking her as she felt a wave of pleasure and shivered and moaned in an orgasm. She had never felt such a man before something in the back of her mind told her.
"She is really wet the lawyer lady, you see, I told you you would love Moroccan cock. And you will get more."
Mohammed slowed down now as his slick with Frida's juices slid easily in and out of her and Amika, the other Libyan prepared to insert his hard cock into her mouth. He had to pull her head up as she hung it down as much in exhaution as in shame, her sweat mingling with Zairs thick semen still forming stringy drips from her chin, swinging back and forwards with Mohammeds thrusts. Bizzarly she had time to think she had never seen so thick sperm. It was like glue as it stuck in big gobs to her face.
Mohammed pushed Frida's head onto Amika's cock and with gusto Amika fucked her mouth, Mohammed's big hand holding her head onto his cock.
Mohammed pulled his cock out several times, sliding it up and down Frida's wet slit before pushing it back in. The last time he did this he looked at the Somali boys and winked as he very quickly slid off the condom and pushed his unprotected cock back inside her.
Amika's cock exploded inside Frida's mouth and he laughed as he pulled it away, sperm dribbling from Frida's lips to join Zair's pool on the floor below her chin. As Amika moved out of the way and before a sweating and highly excites Assaad could move to take his place Mohammed pulled his cock out from Frida and ordered "Turn her over, now I fuck her properly". The Somali boys and Assaad quickly grabbed Frida's arms and flipped her over so she now lay on the sauna bench, her lbuttocks on the end of the bench, legs splayed with her feet touching the floor. She tried to look up at Mohammed as he stepped between her legs holding his cock ready to fuck her again. He held his hands over his cock so she couldn't see he had taken off the condom but Assaad grabbed her head and pulled it down. As Mohammed pushed very, very hard inside her she slid forward on the bench and Assaad lost no time in standing behind her head as Mohammed, now looking to seed her belly fucked her very roughly.
Assaad, almost sitting on her head pushed his cock into Frida's mouth so his cock could enter her larynx. Frida had no experience of being mouthfucked like this and she gagged in reflex as Assaad pushed his awful tasting cock further into her throat. Assaad laughed as he saw her throat bulge with his cock as he forced it further down. Frida jerked and struggles as she could no longer breath. Assaad held on to her waving arms as he held it there. She wondered if the fat Egyptian would kill her. She was assaulted by cocks at each end and panicked until suddenly Assaad pulled his cock out from her throat.
"Yessss, that is deeeeep throat" Assaad sneered as he readied to do it again.
"Too much Assaad", someone said, "That is dangerous and we haven't all fucked her yet". Assaad looked disappointed but stood to one side as he pushed his cock back into Frida's mouth, wanking as he did so. Frida felt her arms taken and a hard cock was pleced in each hand. She realised she was being ordered to rub them, each hand on a cock and one in her mouth and Mohammed getting ready to climax, she thought as she felt him stiffen and his thrusts become more urgent.
Mohammed felt the delicious sensation of his sperm rising, he would soon fill this Swedish woman's womb with his Arab seed. The thjough made him thrus even harder and Frida yelped through another mouthful of cock as Mohammed ejaculated his seed into her. He held his throbbing cock until spasm after spasm sent his sperm into her unprotected belly. "Aaahhhhhhhh" he gasped and just left his cock there until it started to soften.
Frida felt the spasms from Mohammeds cock, four or five. She wondered that she felt a warmth spread into her womb. No, he wore a condom, she thought.
Mohammed smiled, satisfied. He had potent sperm; if the white bitch had his baby it wouldn't be the first. First white one though - he hoped she would. He would fuck her again this evening, but for now it was the turn of others.
As he stepped out from between her legs a little of his semen dribbled down between her buttocks. Frida felt the cooler fluid drip between her ass cheeks and a fear stabbed her. Then Assaad came in her mouth and she felt another man step between her legs and another hard cock entered her with force.
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