Ghost Of Kareema – An Erotic Sex Tale – Part 8

Ghost Of Kareema – An Erotic Sex Tale - Part 8
Welcome back, readers. Instead of reminding the previous info, how about the exact dates of the things that happened? From here onwards, I, the reporter, will state things accordingly, with the specific date. 14 June 1985 Friday This was the day Amith and Channa fucked Kareema in her boarding and left. Being paid for such rough sex made her feel kinda good, but also, it made her feel kinda like a prostitute. Also what Amith said as they left. “Damn, I’m cursed with sex,” Kareema said as she was laying in bed, almost unconscious. She was completely vulnerable right then. Should she keep having sex with more than one man at a time? Sex with one man is intense enough, and obviously, sex with two makes her unable to even move. Her ass was sore of the anal sex. She touched it and checked her fingers. There was no blood. “Hmm, Good it went like that,” she said as she forced herself to wake up. She wanted to go to have a bath. As she finished the bath and came out, she heard someone opening the door. “What the hell?” She thought as she wrapped her towel around her body, and peeped through a curtain. It was Anita, with a man, pointing a handgun to her head! Anita was wearing a black sleeveless blouse and a pair of jeans. The man was wearing a completely black suit, a t-shirt with short arms and sports jeans. Kareema was scared, but she was scared to even do anything. She just waited there and watched. “Alright, now gimme your stuff,” the man said as he pushed Anita to the sofa. He was a dark man with a tall structure. Although not as muscular as Dhammika or all together as big as Amith. He seemed hardly even manageable for someone like Anita or Kareema. “Ah!” Anita made a sound as she hit against the sofa. She looked back at the man with crazy laughter. “You could have done better than that,” Anita said as she turned around and started crawling towards him on her fours. “You wanna die, woman?” The man said as he still pointed the gun at her. The man seemed puzzled. He had still pointed the gun at them, but his finger was off the trigger and on the safety. Was this the moment for Kareema to make the move? But she waited anyway. If this man manages to shoot her before she can disarm him, that would be a problem. Anita crawled towards the man and straightened her upper body, holding onto his legs. “What are you doing?” But she didn’t reply. “Don’t try to do anything stupid, woman,” the man said, placing the gun right against her forehead, but Anita just laughed at him again. “I prefer something bigger than that,” she said in a sensual voice, as she unlocked his belt and put it away. “Don’t try anything stupid, woman, or your brain will be all over the local news channels. No teeth,” the man said as he pushed down his pants and his underwear, himself, revealing his dark, fat dick. “Wow, it’s so big,” Anita said as she held its shaft with both her hands and got in inside her mouth. She kept it in her mouth for a while. Whatever she was doing in her mouth (likely licking his gland), he seemed to enjoy it. “Ah yeah, woman, keep up like that, and you’ll live,” he said as he closed his eyes. This was turning Kareema on too. She was rubbing her pussy with his left hand as she covered her mouth tight shut with her right, to escape any possible moans. After a while, the man out the safety on and threw the gun on to a nearby seat. “I need it with more power,” the man said as he held Anita’s hair with his right hand, and his right fist with his left, and started ramming her mouth, back and forth. “Ggk!” Anita was gagging as he moved. Her eyes were tight shut, but watering, and her entire body was shivering with his moves. “Ggk! Oh God, that was so rough,” Anita said as he finally pulled out his dick outta her mouth. “Aah!” Anita said, clinging to his firearm, as he held her hair and pulled her to her feet. “Come on now,” he said as he pulled her towards the dining table nearby, pulling his pants back up. “Is anybody home?” The man asked as he pushed her to a chair at the table. “Uh, no, just us,” Anita said, stealing a peek at their room. She knew Kareema should be home by now. The man saw this. He looked at the room, and then back at Anita. “Hmm, let’s see who’s hiding there,” the man said as he tied Anita’s hands behind the back of the chair with his belt. He took his gun back in his right hand and moved into the room. “Wait, there’s nobody there,” Anita said out loud. “Shut up, or I’ll send you to hell,” the man said, paying attention to the room, again. He pulled the curtain. Nobody was there, because Kareema was in another room by now, after her shower. She was feeling scared too. She was still looking at him through the curtain of the room she was hiding in. The man came back, and looked straight at the curtain Kareema was stealing a peek through. Kareema quickly turned away from the curtain. Luckily, the man didn’t wanna check out that room too. “I told you, there’s nothing there,” Anita said as the man went back towards her, having put his gun away. Without saying a word, he held Anita’s hair in his right hand, pulled her hair back, and then down, bending her neck and making her face towards the ceiling. “Aah, bastard!” Anita said as he kept her hair pulled down and started eating her mouth. He used his left hand to hold her hair. While eating her mouth, he pulled her blouse apart. The buttons opened, making a sound. After that, he stopped kissing for a while and spat a huge pile of saliva all over her face. “Ah, you’re So disgusting, did you know that?” Anita said, as he lightly slapped her right cheek with his right hand, a few times, which made her close her eyes until he stopped. “Whatever makes you feel like a man. Aah!” Anita moaned as he unlocked her bra from the front, and squeezed her left tit.

“Aah,” Anita said as he simultaneously squeezed each of her tits. After that, the man held her neck, pushed her on her feet, and pushed her towards a wall. As he stopped, hitting her back against the wall, the man came close, held her shoulders in his hands, pulled her closer and started eating her mouth, hungrily. “Mm,” they started making sounds as Anita started eating his mouth back. Later, he left her shoulders, sent hands further back until they could squeeze her ass cheeks, and doing so, took his chin over her left shoulder. Anita turned her head all the way and kept kissing his lips. Later, he held her jaw with his left hand, turned it away, and started eating the left side of her face and neck. He licked in her ear and bit her neck, now and then, as his right hand was squeezing her ass cheeks simultaneously. Then he left her ass, pressed her back against the wall, using his left hand on her neck. He pulled her blouse and her bra off her shoulders and down her arms and started roughing up her tits. “Aah!,” Anita was moaning each time he squeezed or slapped her tits. “God, so great titties!” He said as he finally took her left tit in his mouth, and started eating it. “This feels so good,” Anita said. Later, he ate her other tit as well and held her hair with his right hand. “On your knees,” he said as he pushed her down. As she got on her knees, he pulled down his pants again and pushed his dick in her mouth. “Mmm,” Anita took it in again. This time he held her hair and started fucking her mouth even faster than before. Anita moaned and her eyes were watering, as he pushed his entire length inside of her. Later, he stood her up, turned her around, and licked her now exposed upper back. His saliva was flowing all over and her back was shining like a polished pot. “Aww, am I like a popsicle to you, mugger?” “Just call me Gihan,” he said, getting back at it again. “What’s your name?” He asked her, as he stopped licking her and pushed her towards the table. “Anita,” she said as he placed her frontal upper body against the table. Then, he pulled down her pants, placed his gland against her pussy and held her hip tight in his hands. “Aah shit,” she said as he held her hip in place and started fucking her pussy. She screamed once, each time he rammed her. Later, he stopped, released her hands, put the belt away, and started fucking her again. This time, she placed her hands against the table and had her upper body bent back a bit, raising her tits off the table. Later, still fucking her, he reached for her tits, took hold of them, and pulled her into a tight hug from behind. Then, as he was feeling her tits, they were eating each other’s mouths. “Mmm, you’re so great, bad boy,” Anita said as Gihan pushed her down, back to the same position. Then he pulled down her pants completely, took her right leg, placed on the table, held her hips, and started fucking her again. Her leg was bent by 90 degrees at the knee and her thigh was at 90 degrees with her torso. Her forearms and elbows were against the table. “Ah, yes!” Anita screamed as he rammed her again and again. After a while, he pulled her hair towards him, still fucking her. He pulled her hair so hard she clung to his wrist and her face almost turned to his. His left hand holding her hair, his right hand holding her hip. He was totally in it and had no idea about the surrounding. If something was to happen against him, this was a perfect time. But nothing seemed to move, and once he was about to ejaculate, he talked. “Are you on the pill?” “No!” “The fuck,” he said as he pulled out. He turned her around, pushed her to her knees, and started jacking off. “Aah, yes, yes,” he moaned as he released his load over her face, over and over again. Once it stopped, she put it in her mouth and started sucking. She kept sucking until there was nothing more to come out. “Oh god,” Gihan said as he fell back on a chair. Anita stood up and started getting back dressed together. “I guess I’ll come back here sometime again. Don’t even try to call the cops on me. Hey, wait a minute. Where’s my gun?” Gihan said looking at the seat where he put his gun. It wasn’t there. But as soon as he tried to get up to look for it, he felt it being pressed against his head. But Anita was still near the table, this time with a humiliating smile directed at Gihan. “Looking for something, Gihan?” It was Kareema, naked, with his gun in her hand. This story was shorter than the earlier ones, guys. But I thought you might get bored reading too long stories anyway. After all, I’m going to tell you everything about the sex lives of Kareema, Anita and the men surrounding them, and possibly some of the actual ‘horror material’ too.