Chapter 1
It was a Sunday night, and – as usual - we were closing the Restaurant earlier than normal. The place was empty anyway since Sundays were busy mostly during lunch and dinner time. I was just cleaning when I heard a noise at the door. Somebody was trying to open them and then I heard a knock.
“What the hell? We are closed, can’t you people read the sign?” I murmured heading towards the door. When I came closer, through the glass of the door, I saw a skinny Black man, taller than me, quite ugly and not looking pleasantly. I was a little bit afraid to open the door, but I did.
“Hello, we are closed, sorry” I said politely.
“No, no, I’m not eat here, I work for here. I’m Abuk, Sudan South” he said in broken English.
“Wait…what?” I asked.
“I talk to Hanna, Hanna talk me, job here” he tried to explain.
After a moment I recalled that my mom told me something about it a week ago. We discussed the problems of refugees many times and we were always very sympathetic towards those poor men and women who were forced out of their countries because of the war, the climate change or economic conditions. We were constantly thinking about what can we do get engaged in helping them. As you all know, Germany conducts very open migration policy, so also in our city there were a lot of them. Some lived in the camp outside of it, some of the managed to find accommodation and work around. One of mum’s friends asked her recently to take a man who wanted to work and she agreed. This was Abuk.
“OK, ok. I got it now. Come in and sit down. I need to finish here and then I will take you upstairs, to our apartment. My name is Emma” I said, extending my hand.
This was the moment that changed my life forever, although I didn’t know it then.
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Couple months before I turned 18 and I finished my Gymnasium and the whole education process for good. I was living with my mum Hanna in a big and comfortable apartment placed in a building in which, downstairs, we were running a small restaurant. I’m German but I was born in London, and I spent my childhood there. It happened so that my father left us when I was 10 and my mom decided that we come back to Germany to settle down in a city of K.
The divorce left us disturbed emotionally, but since my father was a successful businessman, we were granted quite nice sum of money as the compensation plus monthly child support for me, so we were at least not struggling financially. After some consideration mom bought a restaurant and a big comfortable apartment for us in the same building. It turned out to the best, as after initial period the business started to go reasonably well. As I was growing up, I was dividing my time between school and helping out in the restaurant which I wanted to do and I also liked.
Before I tell you my story you all need to know that I have never been on of those good and modest girls. Well, I maybe seemed to be one, as I behaved quite well and didn’t create problems for my mom. But deep inside, my imagination was always very productive and colorful, especially when it comes to sex. After my initiation I became quickly bored with ‘normal’ intercourses with boys. I was quite pretty, slim girl, white nice face, beautiful smile, short curly hair and proportionate figure. Boys liked me a lot, but I always wanted to experiment and discover new kinks and to try new things out. I was watching tons of porn, exploring every field of it and every fetish one could imagine. Masturbating, I was inventing hundreds of fantasies from mild and reasonable, to most craziest ones. Soon I discovered my passion for dirty, filthy things and the scenarios in which I was being used, treated like a toy, pimped, whored and enslaved, most preferably by Blacks, Arabs, criminals, thugs or gangsters. Of course most of my fantasies remained fantasies, nevertheless I was getting more and more courageous in public, as for cloths or behavior. I was enjoying the greedy looks of Blacks, Arab blokes or filthy, disgusting old pricks, when my outfit was slutty or just loose and frivolous enough to expose myself to them.
One day, just after my 18th birthday I went to a store to buy a new swimming suit. I took couple of them to the fitting room and when I was heading to an empty booth, I was about to pass a big, older Black man who accompanied his wife while she was shopping. It was during the summer so I was wearing shorts which barely covered my buttocks and a loose white shirt, cut on the sides in a way to expose my sideboobs, not covered with a bra.
Not only I deliberately dropped one of the suit on the floor to pick it up just before his eyes so he might have had a good look on my tits when I bent over, but I also ‘accidently’ touched him as I walked by, with a seductive ‘I’m sorry’ coming from my mouth. After I got into the booth, I deliberately didn’t close the curtain completely, leaving an intentional gap with a good view inside. Then I stayed there, topless, trying on the suits, long enough to draw attention of the males nearby. I pretended not to, but of course I was checking the mirror constantly and realized – to my great satisfaction – that not only this Black man took every opportunity to admire my bare tits, but I managed also to get the attention of an old and ugly Black security guard.
I got so aroused, that soon after I rushed to on of the toilets in the Mall to masturbate and get off in a stall. It was an exciting experience to me, to do it in public, hearing constant movement of other women around me so while one of my hands was busy with my young, wet and sensitive pussy, the other one covered my mouth not to make any noises. As I was getting more and more excited, I decided to unlock my stall (but kept It closed) to increase the risk of getting caught. I had such a strong orgasm, that I had to rest and catch breath for couple minutes there. Encouraged, after another hour of hanging around in the Mall, I came back to the toilet, picked one booth, left it closed but not locked, got naked, took my sandals off and placed everything on a closed toiled seat. Standing there, totally naked, barefoot on a filthy toilet floor, I masturbated again fiercely feeling dirty and exposed, in a constant risk of being caught and bringing myself to another tremendous orgasm.
My sexual needs started to overwhelm me a little bit, since I started to concentrate a little bit too much on finding ways of getting aroused. I was passing hours wandering in dangerous ethnic districts of K. I masturbated in crowded, filthy places, I was teasing construction workers, security guards and I was constantly looking for new excitements. I was fascinated with everything which seemed to be taboo, forbidden, inappropriate, dirty and risky.
Another day we went with mom to take part in a wedding ceremony of our distanced cousins. It was too late to come back home the same day, so we stopped in a cheap motel by the highway for that night. The motel was dingy and run down, but we didn’t care since we were tired and just wanted to take some rest before coming back home next morning. When I entered my single room I noticed that it was not or barely cleaned. My sheets were not changed, and there were stains of drained cum in the center of the bed. I found two used condoms in the bin and one below the bed. All of this didn’t make me feel gross. Quite the opposite – being fresh and clean after the shower I went to bed, rubbed my fragrant body on a dirty sheet, licked the cum stains and masturbated fiercely while chewing the used, dirty condoms in my mouth. I came like crazy couple times feeling completely dirty and naughty.
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As I mentioned before, me and mom were always sympathetic with poor migrants, so I decided to volunteer to work in the refugee camp for men located outside the city. Mom supported this idea and was encouraging me to do so, even at the cost of my time in the restaurant, as it took time to get and work there.
I was asked to come there 3 times a week to help in the kitchen. The camp, as you can imagine, was dirty and poorly maintained and I saw hundreds of lonely Black and Arab men living in the tents and bungalows. I was feeling sorry for them and deep inside my naive soul I wanted to help them in any way. Pretty soon I noticed that many of those men were staring at my young body, seeing in me not a kitchen help or a volunteer, but rather a sexual object of their unsatisfied greedy male needs. Their hungry, animal looks did not intimidate me; quite contrary, I felt aroused and soon the Black and Arab refugees started to play important role in my fantasies. Nights and mornings, lying in bed I was masturbating and having my orgasms imagining myself sucking their cocks and being used and fucked violently in every possible way by those hungry animals on the dirty mats in their tents and bungalows.
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Weeks have passed since Abuk arrived and he proved himself to be very useful as he helped us in the restaurant. His English improved quickly and he learned how to cook and prepare dishes so mom was very happy with his presence. As we had a big apartment with three extra bedrooms and a guest bathroom mom offered him to stay with us until he would find his own place. However, weeks were passing and he felt more and more comfortable in our apartment, and my mom was obviously less and less convinced that he should leave. At first I thought that it comes with the sympathy and her care for his financial status and ability to afford a separate apartment. I also saw that he was giving her helping hand not only in the restaurant, but also in the apartment itself. Soon enough I discovered that it was much more behind the curtains.
Of course, Abuk was a healthy man with his needs, so living in one apartment with two women created obvious sexual tension. My mom was still young and sexy enough to draw attention of men, not to mention a Sudanese refugee who hadn’t had a woman for months. Mom got pregnant with me when she was 19, so then she was 38 and still quite attractive and sexy. After divorce, she never got any permanent partner.
When we were asking Abuk about his age, he was giving various numbers, every time different ones. Finally, when he was to obtain papers in the office, he received a document from Sudan stating that he is 31 and since then he was officially that old.
Our visitor was quite a nice and pleasant man, and as a roommate didn’t cause any problems. From time to time he invited his mates – other refugees from Sudan who managed to settle down somewhere in K, but he always asked for permission to do that. Over time though he was becoming more and more bold in his behavior, revealing his dominant side of nature. More often I saw him staring at me or my mom, especially in the mornings and evenings, when we were wearing pajamas or home clothes. When I observed it, my slutty attitude made me parade more often in skimpy outfits and revealing shirts in order to draw his attention. My mom, reserved at first, got also more comfortable with Abuk being around, and was teasing him (deliberately or not) with her charms. I have to admit as well, that she started to be more and more familiar with him also in my presence, indicating that there could be more under the surface. Soon I was to discover that it was indeed.
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One night, around 1 am I was not asleep as I started to hear some strange rumors coming from mom’s bedroom. I got suspicious enough to stand up and quietly moved to the source of the noise. She had left her door slightly open (probably because I had the habit to always keep mine closed) and I saw what I saw: my lovely mom being fucked by Abuk doggy style, making pleasant noises and grunts like a bitch in heat. He, in turn seemed to be more calm and self confident, as he methodically pumped her with his cock. When it was taken out I could see and admire his penis, black as coal, uncircumsized and in beautiful size and shape. I got wet immediately as I wished to be fucked by him as well. Watching my mom being serviced by this Sudanese bloke I started to masturbate and to moan quietly. After couple minutes I managed to get intense orgasm almost at the same time when Abuk finished in her, sending his cum deep inside her. Tired, I sat down and leaned against the wall in the way I was not to be seen by them and ready to move quickly in case I need to. But for the moment he stayed in my mom’s room and they started to talk.
“Thank you Abuk” I heard my mom. “That’s what I need…. A pure, animal fuck from time to time”.
“Always happy to help, my friend. You are a fine piece of pussy” he mocked her, but in a friendly way. He seemed to be relaxed and satisfied as well. “I think you should share your receptive bed and body with other refugees in need. They need some good sucking and fucking as well”.
“Abuk, you know that you are welcome to invite colleagues. I will be more than happy to help the poor migrants. We have plenty of room, they can give hand in the restaurant and I can give them something in return” she said lustfully.
I couldn’t believe my ears in what I heard. But the best was still to come.
“And Emma”?
My heart jumped as I heard my name.
“Abuk…” my mom assumed more serious tone “you have full green light when it comes to Emma. If she submits, and I think that she will as she is a good girl and is devoted to the idea of helping the refugees, then go ahead with everything we discussed”.
‘Oh fuck!’ I thought. I had no idea what they had in my mind, but I got aroused again. I was in such state that I wanted to submit immediately.
“Everything?” Abuk asked.
“Yes, everything….if she submits, as I said. She is young, healthy and already working for refugees in the camp. I think she can do more. There are plenty of migrant families who need extra money. I also need money, we can work together. You have my support Abuk”.
I returned to my bed, but I couldn’t fall asleep for next two hours, thinking about what I just heard.
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In the morning, when I woke up I heard them talking in the kitchen already. It was Monday, usually a slow day in the Restaurant, so we were not in the hurry. Having in mind all I saw and heard last night, I was aroused and horny. I decided to change my pajama for shorts and a top, which left my belly button exposed and was tight and thin enough to accentuate my perky boobs, leaving not much to his imagination.
“Hi guys, what’s up?” I said, trying to sound as natural and innocent as I could.
“I’m leaving, darling” said my mom, “I have things to do and I will be back in two hours. I need you guys downstairs around 13”.
I swear to God, that she winked to Abuk, when she was about to leave the apartment.
“Bye mom!” I said finishing my croissant and sipping my morning coffee.
I turned my eyes to our roommate and smiled to him innocently. The way he was looking at me was just super arousing. This Black dude, ugly and wild, was simply eating me with his eyes. I looked away letting him stare greedily at my tits. I felt exposed and helpless, at the mercy of a wild animal. My pussy ached and begged to be fucked.
“Finished?” all of a sudden I heard his voice.
“Yes, why?” I asked.
“Emma” his voice was calm but firm and strong “I want to show you something in my room. Please come to my room in 2 minutes”.
“OK” I said, seemingly indifferently feigning surprise, but I was totally excited.
After a while I knocked at his door and entered the room. Abuk was standing there, by the bed, totally naked. His magnificent, Black dick was aroused, but not fully erected. He had big balls, full of African sperm in a need of my assistance.
I stared at him, silent, semi-naked and horny. I was his already.
“Show me your tits, Emma”. Simply and plain.
Like a good, obedient girl I removed my top, presenting my young and soft breast to
our Sudanese refugee. His satisfaction was visible. There I was, German girl, young and fresh, at his mercy, ready to do anything he demands. Easy won.
“Get naked Emma and suck my dick” he commanded, enjoying his dominance and power over me.
I removed my shorts, and already moistened panties. Barefoot, nude and vulnerable I approached him, kneeled and took his penis in my hand. I was thrilled. I started to massage his balls delicately and with the other hand I guided his shaft towards my mouth. This was not a fantasy anymore. I started to lick his cock, first the foreskin, and then I unveiled his piss slit and felt the precum on my tongue.
“Suck it, Emma. Suck it well”.
I took his penis to my mouth and started to suck it as good as I could. I had no experience in this, but my sluttish enthusiasm was enough to satisfy Abuk’s needs.
“Oh yes, Emma, you are doing fantastic job. Suck my African cock and get me ready for your white pussy”.
I felt dribbles of my juices on my thighs.
Soon after I was ordered to lay down on his bed and spread my legs. My pussy was glistening, obscenely open and in need of this Black cock. He mounted me, and simply went inside, stretching my walls, causing pain and pleasure at the same moment. He gave me some time to accommodate, but soon after he started to move in and out, simultaneously sucking my tits with his puffy lips. He was clearly enjoying his young and fresh trophy. I started to moan in growing ecstasy, feeling taken and used. I probably should, but I didn’t even mention the necessity of a condom. I should, because I was not a pill, but my period was scheduled for next days so I felt pretty safe at that moment, allowing myself to experience pure, wild pleasure from the act of depravity. Abuk had strong body, and I felt being totally possessed, as his cock was fucking me with brutal confidence.
My orgasm was being slowly built as he increased his pace.
“Oh….” I whispered panting “please fuck me harder, Abuk. I’m going to come soon”.
“You want to get fucked, Emma?”
“Yes please, fuck me, pleaseeeee!” I exclaimed.
“I’m going to cum in your pussy!” he teased me.
“Oh yes, please cum in my pussy, I need your cum!!” I told with difficulty, as my orgasm was approaching and I was breathing more heavily.
“Emma, I will fuck you, but I need you to be my toy, to be my slave” he became more and more demanding. “Obey me!”.
“Please do what you want to do……..fuck me and cum in me, plaeeeeassssseeeee” I shouted in ecstasy.
“I’m cuuummming” he announced, bit his lips, grabbed one of my tits painfully, he moved his cock inside for a last time, and while his big, swollen balls rested on my buttocks, they contracted and in quiet orgasm his cock started to spurt an enormous load of Sudanese sperm deep inside my white pussy, marking me as his slut.
He laid down on me and I embraced his strong shoulders, keeping him as close to me as I could as we both rested from this short and violent act. After couple moments, he finally withdrew his swollen shaft from my well used pussy, and I felt a big globe of his sperm, mixed with my juices, leaving my interiors and dribbling down my thighs. I felt totally spent and used like a cheap whore, but it felt great. Indeed I was ready to do everything to fuck him again and again.
“Clean that mess Emma, using you It’s my bed” he commanded.
Obediently, I licked every drop of the mess we made on his bed. I managed to take the first step on my road to perdition.
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Abuk fucked me one more time before we went down to the restaurant. During that day I saw my mom and him talking secretly in the backyard. They seemed to be in excellent mood, smiling and laughing. Later that evening I was told to come to the table in the kitchen.
“We need to talk, honey” said my mom in a pleasant way “please, sit down”.
I looked at her, and Abuk who was sitting on my right hand.
“Mom….I need to tell you something….” I started, but she interrupted sharply.
“No need to explain, Emma. I know everything and I approve it. You always wanted to help the migrants, my ******** and you will get your chance. There is plenty of things you can do, and Abuk has some ideas which seem to be very reasonable to me. Letting him fuck you today, you proved yourself to be ready for everything we discussed before with Abuk. The refugees need help, they need money and they need to fulfill their sexual needs. You are perfect to serve in every aspect of what I just said. Do you want to help migrants?”
I looked at her surprised
“Yes, I want to help the migrants. What do you want me to do?”
“Abuk is going to explain everything. We need you decisive answer, Emma. Are you ready to do everything he tells you to do?”
“But…. But you also let him have sex with you, mom?” I tried to defense myself “Does it mean that you also will do everything what he wants?”
“That is different, my dear. He is my partner. And yes, I might fuck his colleagues, if I want to. But – again – Abuk is my partner. He will be your Master. This is the difference”.
“But….but…. what does it mean: everything?” I said hesitantly.
“Emma…. Everything means everything. It is for the sake of refugees. We don’t want to hurt you, or kill you. Listen, seriously….. I have been observing you for long time. I also found your secret book of fantasies, my dear. It was really an interesting lecture” she laughed.
I blushed and felt totally humiliated. Indeed, I put some of my crazy thoughts, experiences and fantasies to a diary. I couldn’t believe she read it. It was more than embarrassing.
“Mooom….How could…” I started to complain meekly, having tears in my eyes.
“Oh stop Emma, for God’s sake! Stop whining. I know you are a slut of nature. And you have perfect opportunity to use it in for a good and useful purpose. Instead of whoring yourself around you will be serving refugees to their satisfaction and also – making money the help migrant families. Are you ready to serve? Are you ready to follow Abuk’s instructions?”
This situation was developing quickly and in a very strange direction. I wanted his cock and I wanted to serve him.
“Yes, I will” I said defeated.
“Good girl. Abuk?”
“Emma. It was really good to fuck you today. You are a fantastic piece of a pussy. It would be a shame not to share your body with others. They suffer from abstinence of sex very much. It would be an act of charity to let them use you for their pleasure.
I was getting aroused again hearing the way he was treating me, not as a woman, but as an sexual servant and object for the pleasure of others. My body was betraying me. I should be outraged, but – instead – I was getting excited.
“OK. We need to establish some rules, Emma. It is extremely important that you simply obey to everything I say. You understand? No questions, no objections, no hesitations. If I tell you to fuck a dirty, homeless Black man and to let him cum inside you in the middle of your fertile cycle, you will simply spread your legs and fuck him until he puts sperm inside your womb. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, EMMA?!”.
“Yes” I whispered, and felt a drop of moist coming down from my pussy to my panties.
“Second rule. No white boys allowed. You are available exclusively to Black and Arab refugees. You need to stay fresh and ready to take their cocks. Your pussy belongs to me and my fellas. You can masturbate in bed if you want, but any other sexual contacts come with my approval. Clear?”
“Yes, Abuk, it’s clear”
“OK. Clothes. They need to be slutty, revealing and loose as much as it is possible. Of course it depends on the weather but indoor you have to follow that rule strictly. Second. While here in the apartment you are to stay fully naked at all times I’m here or any other Black or Arab refugee is here. From now on you are strictly forbidden to use bra with no exception. Everywhere, any time you go braless. As for the panties you will be provided with set of white and red panties and you are not allowed to use any other type. The rules are as follows: During you period you will be wearing red ones. During your fertile time – and it comes without saying that you are forbidden to use any type of birth control and you have to keep track of your cycle – you are to wear white panties. Any other day you are not allowed to wear any. This way, your cycle status will be perfectly clear for me and others. I saw that you are shaved and you need to stay that way. Questions?”
“No Abuk. You told me not to have any”.
“Smart girl!” He laughed.
“Last thing, at least for now. Behavior. You are required to be slutty, revealing, tempting and seductive. We know you like to act like this. Keep going. You are forbidden to cross your legs, while sitting. Keep your legs open enough to present you panties or pussy to others. Don’t cover yourself. While wearing loose shirts or blouses, make no effort to hide your tits. Bend over, keep yourself exposed. And while approached by a white boy or men you are respond: ‘I fuck Blacks and Arabs only’. That would be all for now”.
My mom took my hand and said: “Emma. Make me proud and make the refugees happy. Don’t let me down”.
I was too much shocked and aroused to be able to respond.
“When is your period coming, Emma?” asked Abuk openly.
“I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow?”
“So go take a shower, Emma, and come to my bedroom. I want to fuck you before you will wear red panties” he laughed. “Later I will keep your mom satisfied” he added lustfully.
I stood up and went to take a shower. My life has changed obviously, and it was going to be an exciting journey.
It was a Sunday night, and – as usual - we were closing the Restaurant earlier than normal. The place was empty anyway since Sundays were busy mostly during lunch and dinner time. I was just cleaning when I heard a noise at the door. Somebody was trying to open them and then I heard a knock.
“What the hell? We are closed, can’t you people read the sign?” I murmured heading towards the door. When I came closer, through the glass of the door, I saw a skinny Black man, taller than me, quite ugly and not looking pleasantly. I was a little bit afraid to open the door, but I did.
“Hello, we are closed, sorry” I said politely.
“No, no, I’m not eat here, I work for here. I’m Abuk, Sudan South” he said in broken English.
“Wait…what?” I asked.
“I talk to Hanna, Hanna talk me, job here” he tried to explain.
After a moment I recalled that my mom told me something about it a week ago. We discussed the problems of refugees many times and we were always very sympathetic towards those poor men and women who were forced out of their countries because of the war, the climate change or economic conditions. We were constantly thinking about what can we do get engaged in helping them. As you all know, Germany conducts very open migration policy, so also in our city there were a lot of them. Some lived in the camp outside of it, some of the managed to find accommodation and work around. One of mum’s friends asked her recently to take a man who wanted to work and she agreed. This was Abuk.
“OK, ok. I got it now. Come in and sit down. I need to finish here and then I will take you upstairs, to our apartment. My name is Emma” I said, extending my hand.
This was the moment that changed my life forever, although I didn’t know it then.
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Couple months before I turned 18 and I finished my Gymnasium and the whole education process for good. I was living with my mum Hanna in a big and comfortable apartment placed in a building in which, downstairs, we were running a small restaurant. I’m German but I was born in London, and I spent my childhood there. It happened so that my father left us when I was 10 and my mom decided that we come back to Germany to settle down in a city of K.
The divorce left us disturbed emotionally, but since my father was a successful businessman, we were granted quite nice sum of money as the compensation plus monthly child support for me, so we were at least not struggling financially. After some consideration mom bought a restaurant and a big comfortable apartment for us in the same building. It turned out to the best, as after initial period the business started to go reasonably well. As I was growing up, I was dividing my time between school and helping out in the restaurant which I wanted to do and I also liked.
Before I tell you my story you all need to know that I have never been on of those good and modest girls. Well, I maybe seemed to be one, as I behaved quite well and didn’t create problems for my mom. But deep inside, my imagination was always very productive and colorful, especially when it comes to sex. After my initiation I became quickly bored with ‘normal’ intercourses with boys. I was quite pretty, slim girl, white nice face, beautiful smile, short curly hair and proportionate figure. Boys liked me a lot, but I always wanted to experiment and discover new kinks and to try new things out. I was watching tons of porn, exploring every field of it and every fetish one could imagine. Masturbating, I was inventing hundreds of fantasies from mild and reasonable, to most craziest ones. Soon I discovered my passion for dirty, filthy things and the scenarios in which I was being used, treated like a toy, pimped, whored and enslaved, most preferably by Blacks, Arabs, criminals, thugs or gangsters. Of course most of my fantasies remained fantasies, nevertheless I was getting more and more courageous in public, as for cloths or behavior. I was enjoying the greedy looks of Blacks, Arab blokes or filthy, disgusting old pricks, when my outfit was slutty or just loose and frivolous enough to expose myself to them.
One day, just after my 18th birthday I went to a store to buy a new swimming suit. I took couple of them to the fitting room and when I was heading to an empty booth, I was about to pass a big, older Black man who accompanied his wife while she was shopping. It was during the summer so I was wearing shorts which barely covered my buttocks and a loose white shirt, cut on the sides in a way to expose my sideboobs, not covered with a bra.
Not only I deliberately dropped one of the suit on the floor to pick it up just before his eyes so he might have had a good look on my tits when I bent over, but I also ‘accidently’ touched him as I walked by, with a seductive ‘I’m sorry’ coming from my mouth. After I got into the booth, I deliberately didn’t close the curtain completely, leaving an intentional gap with a good view inside. Then I stayed there, topless, trying on the suits, long enough to draw attention of the males nearby. I pretended not to, but of course I was checking the mirror constantly and realized – to my great satisfaction – that not only this Black man took every opportunity to admire my bare tits, but I managed also to get the attention of an old and ugly Black security guard.
I got so aroused, that soon after I rushed to on of the toilets in the Mall to masturbate and get off in a stall. It was an exciting experience to me, to do it in public, hearing constant movement of other women around me so while one of my hands was busy with my young, wet and sensitive pussy, the other one covered my mouth not to make any noises. As I was getting more and more excited, I decided to unlock my stall (but kept It closed) to increase the risk of getting caught. I had such a strong orgasm, that I had to rest and catch breath for couple minutes there. Encouraged, after another hour of hanging around in the Mall, I came back to the toilet, picked one booth, left it closed but not locked, got naked, took my sandals off and placed everything on a closed toiled seat. Standing there, totally naked, barefoot on a filthy toilet floor, I masturbated again fiercely feeling dirty and exposed, in a constant risk of being caught and bringing myself to another tremendous orgasm.
My sexual needs started to overwhelm me a little bit, since I started to concentrate a little bit too much on finding ways of getting aroused. I was passing hours wandering in dangerous ethnic districts of K. I masturbated in crowded, filthy places, I was teasing construction workers, security guards and I was constantly looking for new excitements. I was fascinated with everything which seemed to be taboo, forbidden, inappropriate, dirty and risky.
Another day we went with mom to take part in a wedding ceremony of our distanced cousins. It was too late to come back home the same day, so we stopped in a cheap motel by the highway for that night. The motel was dingy and run down, but we didn’t care since we were tired and just wanted to take some rest before coming back home next morning. When I entered my single room I noticed that it was not or barely cleaned. My sheets were not changed, and there were stains of drained cum in the center of the bed. I found two used condoms in the bin and one below the bed. All of this didn’t make me feel gross. Quite the opposite – being fresh and clean after the shower I went to bed, rubbed my fragrant body on a dirty sheet, licked the cum stains and masturbated fiercely while chewing the used, dirty condoms in my mouth. I came like crazy couple times feeling completely dirty and naughty.
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As I mentioned before, me and mom were always sympathetic with poor migrants, so I decided to volunteer to work in the refugee camp for men located outside the city. Mom supported this idea and was encouraging me to do so, even at the cost of my time in the restaurant, as it took time to get and work there.
I was asked to come there 3 times a week to help in the kitchen. The camp, as you can imagine, was dirty and poorly maintained and I saw hundreds of lonely Black and Arab men living in the tents and bungalows. I was feeling sorry for them and deep inside my naive soul I wanted to help them in any way. Pretty soon I noticed that many of those men were staring at my young body, seeing in me not a kitchen help or a volunteer, but rather a sexual object of their unsatisfied greedy male needs. Their hungry, animal looks did not intimidate me; quite contrary, I felt aroused and soon the Black and Arab refugees started to play important role in my fantasies. Nights and mornings, lying in bed I was masturbating and having my orgasms imagining myself sucking their cocks and being used and fucked violently in every possible way by those hungry animals on the dirty mats in their tents and bungalows.
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Weeks have passed since Abuk arrived and he proved himself to be very useful as he helped us in the restaurant. His English improved quickly and he learned how to cook and prepare dishes so mom was very happy with his presence. As we had a big apartment with three extra bedrooms and a guest bathroom mom offered him to stay with us until he would find his own place. However, weeks were passing and he felt more and more comfortable in our apartment, and my mom was obviously less and less convinced that he should leave. At first I thought that it comes with the sympathy and her care for his financial status and ability to afford a separate apartment. I also saw that he was giving her helping hand not only in the restaurant, but also in the apartment itself. Soon enough I discovered that it was much more behind the curtains.
Of course, Abuk was a healthy man with his needs, so living in one apartment with two women created obvious sexual tension. My mom was still young and sexy enough to draw attention of men, not to mention a Sudanese refugee who hadn’t had a woman for months. Mom got pregnant with me when she was 19, so then she was 38 and still quite attractive and sexy. After divorce, she never got any permanent partner.
When we were asking Abuk about his age, he was giving various numbers, every time different ones. Finally, when he was to obtain papers in the office, he received a document from Sudan stating that he is 31 and since then he was officially that old.
Our visitor was quite a nice and pleasant man, and as a roommate didn’t cause any problems. From time to time he invited his mates – other refugees from Sudan who managed to settle down somewhere in K, but he always asked for permission to do that. Over time though he was becoming more and more bold in his behavior, revealing his dominant side of nature. More often I saw him staring at me or my mom, especially in the mornings and evenings, when we were wearing pajamas or home clothes. When I observed it, my slutty attitude made me parade more often in skimpy outfits and revealing shirts in order to draw his attention. My mom, reserved at first, got also more comfortable with Abuk being around, and was teasing him (deliberately or not) with her charms. I have to admit as well, that she started to be more and more familiar with him also in my presence, indicating that there could be more under the surface. Soon I was to discover that it was indeed.
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One night, around 1 am I was not asleep as I started to hear some strange rumors coming from mom’s bedroom. I got suspicious enough to stand up and quietly moved to the source of the noise. She had left her door slightly open (probably because I had the habit to always keep mine closed) and I saw what I saw: my lovely mom being fucked by Abuk doggy style, making pleasant noises and grunts like a bitch in heat. He, in turn seemed to be more calm and self confident, as he methodically pumped her with his cock. When it was taken out I could see and admire his penis, black as coal, uncircumsized and in beautiful size and shape. I got wet immediately as I wished to be fucked by him as well. Watching my mom being serviced by this Sudanese bloke I started to masturbate and to moan quietly. After couple minutes I managed to get intense orgasm almost at the same time when Abuk finished in her, sending his cum deep inside her. Tired, I sat down and leaned against the wall in the way I was not to be seen by them and ready to move quickly in case I need to. But for the moment he stayed in my mom’s room and they started to talk.
“Thank you Abuk” I heard my mom. “That’s what I need…. A pure, animal fuck from time to time”.
“Always happy to help, my friend. You are a fine piece of pussy” he mocked her, but in a friendly way. He seemed to be relaxed and satisfied as well. “I think you should share your receptive bed and body with other refugees in need. They need some good sucking and fucking as well”.
“Abuk, you know that you are welcome to invite colleagues. I will be more than happy to help the poor migrants. We have plenty of room, they can give hand in the restaurant and I can give them something in return” she said lustfully.
I couldn’t believe my ears in what I heard. But the best was still to come.
“And Emma”?
My heart jumped as I heard my name.
“Abuk…” my mom assumed more serious tone “you have full green light when it comes to Emma. If she submits, and I think that she will as she is a good girl and is devoted to the idea of helping the refugees, then go ahead with everything we discussed”.
‘Oh fuck!’ I thought. I had no idea what they had in my mind, but I got aroused again. I was in such state that I wanted to submit immediately.
“Everything?” Abuk asked.
“Yes, everything….if she submits, as I said. She is young, healthy and already working for refugees in the camp. I think she can do more. There are plenty of migrant families who need extra money. I also need money, we can work together. You have my support Abuk”.
I returned to my bed, but I couldn’t fall asleep for next two hours, thinking about what I just heard.
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In the morning, when I woke up I heard them talking in the kitchen already. It was Monday, usually a slow day in the Restaurant, so we were not in the hurry. Having in mind all I saw and heard last night, I was aroused and horny. I decided to change my pajama for shorts and a top, which left my belly button exposed and was tight and thin enough to accentuate my perky boobs, leaving not much to his imagination.
“Hi guys, what’s up?” I said, trying to sound as natural and innocent as I could.
“I’m leaving, darling” said my mom, “I have things to do and I will be back in two hours. I need you guys downstairs around 13”.
I swear to God, that she winked to Abuk, when she was about to leave the apartment.
“Bye mom!” I said finishing my croissant and sipping my morning coffee.
I turned my eyes to our roommate and smiled to him innocently. The way he was looking at me was just super arousing. This Black dude, ugly and wild, was simply eating me with his eyes. I looked away letting him stare greedily at my tits. I felt exposed and helpless, at the mercy of a wild animal. My pussy ached and begged to be fucked.
“Finished?” all of a sudden I heard his voice.
“Yes, why?” I asked.
“Emma” his voice was calm but firm and strong “I want to show you something in my room. Please come to my room in 2 minutes”.
“OK” I said, seemingly indifferently feigning surprise, but I was totally excited.
After a while I knocked at his door and entered the room. Abuk was standing there, by the bed, totally naked. His magnificent, Black dick was aroused, but not fully erected. He had big balls, full of African sperm in a need of my assistance.
I stared at him, silent, semi-naked and horny. I was his already.
“Show me your tits, Emma”. Simply and plain.
Like a good, obedient girl I removed my top, presenting my young and soft breast to
our Sudanese refugee. His satisfaction was visible. There I was, German girl, young and fresh, at his mercy, ready to do anything he demands. Easy won.
“Get naked Emma and suck my dick” he commanded, enjoying his dominance and power over me.
I removed my shorts, and already moistened panties. Barefoot, nude and vulnerable I approached him, kneeled and took his penis in my hand. I was thrilled. I started to massage his balls delicately and with the other hand I guided his shaft towards my mouth. This was not a fantasy anymore. I started to lick his cock, first the foreskin, and then I unveiled his piss slit and felt the precum on my tongue.
“Suck it, Emma. Suck it well”.
I took his penis to my mouth and started to suck it as good as I could. I had no experience in this, but my sluttish enthusiasm was enough to satisfy Abuk’s needs.
“Oh yes, Emma, you are doing fantastic job. Suck my African cock and get me ready for your white pussy”.
I felt dribbles of my juices on my thighs.
Soon after I was ordered to lay down on his bed and spread my legs. My pussy was glistening, obscenely open and in need of this Black cock. He mounted me, and simply went inside, stretching my walls, causing pain and pleasure at the same moment. He gave me some time to accommodate, but soon after he started to move in and out, simultaneously sucking my tits with his puffy lips. He was clearly enjoying his young and fresh trophy. I started to moan in growing ecstasy, feeling taken and used. I probably should, but I didn’t even mention the necessity of a condom. I should, because I was not a pill, but my period was scheduled for next days so I felt pretty safe at that moment, allowing myself to experience pure, wild pleasure from the act of depravity. Abuk had strong body, and I felt being totally possessed, as his cock was fucking me with brutal confidence.
My orgasm was being slowly built as he increased his pace.
“Oh….” I whispered panting “please fuck me harder, Abuk. I’m going to come soon”.
“You want to get fucked, Emma?”
“Yes please, fuck me, pleaseeeee!” I exclaimed.
“I’m going to cum in your pussy!” he teased me.
“Oh yes, please cum in my pussy, I need your cum!!” I told with difficulty, as my orgasm was approaching and I was breathing more heavily.
“Emma, I will fuck you, but I need you to be my toy, to be my slave” he became more and more demanding. “Obey me!”.
“Please do what you want to do……..fuck me and cum in me, plaeeeeassssseeeee” I shouted in ecstasy.
“I’m cuuummming” he announced, bit his lips, grabbed one of my tits painfully, he moved his cock inside for a last time, and while his big, swollen balls rested on my buttocks, they contracted and in quiet orgasm his cock started to spurt an enormous load of Sudanese sperm deep inside my white pussy, marking me as his slut.
He laid down on me and I embraced his strong shoulders, keeping him as close to me as I could as we both rested from this short and violent act. After couple moments, he finally withdrew his swollen shaft from my well used pussy, and I felt a big globe of his sperm, mixed with my juices, leaving my interiors and dribbling down my thighs. I felt totally spent and used like a cheap whore, but it felt great. Indeed I was ready to do everything to fuck him again and again.
“Clean that mess Emma, using you It’s my bed” he commanded.
Obediently, I licked every drop of the mess we made on his bed. I managed to take the first step on my road to perdition.
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Abuk fucked me one more time before we went down to the restaurant. During that day I saw my mom and him talking secretly in the backyard. They seemed to be in excellent mood, smiling and laughing. Later that evening I was told to come to the table in the kitchen.
“We need to talk, honey” said my mom in a pleasant way “please, sit down”.
I looked at her, and Abuk who was sitting on my right hand.
“Mom….I need to tell you something….” I started, but she interrupted sharply.
“No need to explain, Emma. I know everything and I approve it. You always wanted to help the migrants, my ******** and you will get your chance. There is plenty of things you can do, and Abuk has some ideas which seem to be very reasonable to me. Letting him fuck you today, you proved yourself to be ready for everything we discussed before with Abuk. The refugees need help, they need money and they need to fulfill their sexual needs. You are perfect to serve in every aspect of what I just said. Do you want to help migrants?”
I looked at her surprised
“Yes, I want to help the migrants. What do you want me to do?”
“Abuk is going to explain everything. We need you decisive answer, Emma. Are you ready to do everything he tells you to do?”
“But…. But you also let him have sex with you, mom?” I tried to defense myself “Does it mean that you also will do everything what he wants?”
“That is different, my dear. He is my partner. And yes, I might fuck his colleagues, if I want to. But – again – Abuk is my partner. He will be your Master. This is the difference”.
“But….but…. what does it mean: everything?” I said hesitantly.
“Emma…. Everything means everything. It is for the sake of refugees. We don’t want to hurt you, or kill you. Listen, seriously….. I have been observing you for long time. I also found your secret book of fantasies, my dear. It was really an interesting lecture” she laughed.
I blushed and felt totally humiliated. Indeed, I put some of my crazy thoughts, experiences and fantasies to a diary. I couldn’t believe she read it. It was more than embarrassing.
“Mooom….How could…” I started to complain meekly, having tears in my eyes.
“Oh stop Emma, for God’s sake! Stop whining. I know you are a slut of nature. And you have perfect opportunity to use it in for a good and useful purpose. Instead of whoring yourself around you will be serving refugees to their satisfaction and also – making money the help migrant families. Are you ready to serve? Are you ready to follow Abuk’s instructions?”
This situation was developing quickly and in a very strange direction. I wanted his cock and I wanted to serve him.
“Yes, I will” I said defeated.
“Good girl. Abuk?”
“Emma. It was really good to fuck you today. You are a fantastic piece of a pussy. It would be a shame not to share your body with others. They suffer from abstinence of sex very much. It would be an act of charity to let them use you for their pleasure.
I was getting aroused again hearing the way he was treating me, not as a woman, but as an sexual servant and object for the pleasure of others. My body was betraying me. I should be outraged, but – instead – I was getting excited.
“OK. We need to establish some rules, Emma. It is extremely important that you simply obey to everything I say. You understand? No questions, no objections, no hesitations. If I tell you to fuck a dirty, homeless Black man and to let him cum inside you in the middle of your fertile cycle, you will simply spread your legs and fuck him until he puts sperm inside your womb. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, EMMA?!”.
“Yes” I whispered, and felt a drop of moist coming down from my pussy to my panties.
“Second rule. No white boys allowed. You are available exclusively to Black and Arab refugees. You need to stay fresh and ready to take their cocks. Your pussy belongs to me and my fellas. You can masturbate in bed if you want, but any other sexual contacts come with my approval. Clear?”
“Yes, Abuk, it’s clear”
“OK. Clothes. They need to be slutty, revealing and loose as much as it is possible. Of course it depends on the weather but indoor you have to follow that rule strictly. Second. While here in the apartment you are to stay fully naked at all times I’m here or any other Black or Arab refugee is here. From now on you are strictly forbidden to use bra with no exception. Everywhere, any time you go braless. As for the panties you will be provided with set of white and red panties and you are not allowed to use any other type. The rules are as follows: During you period you will be wearing red ones. During your fertile time – and it comes without saying that you are forbidden to use any type of birth control and you have to keep track of your cycle – you are to wear white panties. Any other day you are not allowed to wear any. This way, your cycle status will be perfectly clear for me and others. I saw that you are shaved and you need to stay that way. Questions?”
“No Abuk. You told me not to have any”.
“Smart girl!” He laughed.
“Last thing, at least for now. Behavior. You are required to be slutty, revealing, tempting and seductive. We know you like to act like this. Keep going. You are forbidden to cross your legs, while sitting. Keep your legs open enough to present you panties or pussy to others. Don’t cover yourself. While wearing loose shirts or blouses, make no effort to hide your tits. Bend over, keep yourself exposed. And while approached by a white boy or men you are respond: ‘I fuck Blacks and Arabs only’. That would be all for now”.
My mom took my hand and said: “Emma. Make me proud and make the refugees happy. Don’t let me down”.
I was too much shocked and aroused to be able to respond.
“When is your period coming, Emma?” asked Abuk openly.
“I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow?”
“So go take a shower, Emma, and come to my bedroom. I want to fuck you before you will wear red panties” he laughed. “Later I will keep your mom satisfied” he added lustfully.
I stood up and went to take a shower. My life has changed obviously, and it was going to be an exciting journey.
- Next: Road to Perdition part 2
