FUCKING THE LOYALTY OUT by Darko89

Feature Writer: Darko89

Feature Title: FUCKING THE LOYALTY OUT

Published: 10.03.2023

Story Codes: Transgender

Synopsis: A human trafficker gets owned by an Arab shemale

Fucking The Loyalty Out

Despite what most people like to believe, not all of us are made equal. Some are made to be the leaders, some are made to be followers. Some are made to be masters, some are meant to be their slaves. Some are meant to be the great men and women, whose names will be written all over the pages of history books, and some are meant to be completely forgotten, with the greatest thing they’ll ever do being servitude to the former.

Let me introduce myself… Well, my name isn’t so important, but what is important is what I do… DID, actually. I used to work for some mob that was running an illegal prostitution ring in the US at the time. I was actually a representative of the group on the ships that smuggled sex workers from all over the planet, tasked with making sure that they come home untouched. Why did they choose me of all people? Because they knew I was loyal and I had proven it time after time by their logic.

You see, when the women are being smuggled, a lot of sailors who are aware of it tend to take the girls out of their containers and have their way with them. A lot of drivers tend to run trains on them in the backs of their trucks. A lot of border police officers we’ve bribed tend to offer us to “taste the merchandise together” as they arrive to the port. And all of our guys usually accepted such offers…except me, of course. When Nino the boss tested how the hundreds of people would handle similar situations, over 95% of them failed, and I am one of the trusted 5%.

They assumed that my secret is that I’m loyal to Nino and that not even some good pussy can change that fact, but that wasn’t the truth. The truth that I never told most people is that I’m not enough of a fan of pussy itself to not do my job for it. Though I did love women, my tough guy persona was mostly just an act, for which I compensated with an extremely submissive sexual life. As soon as I learned about the existence of shemales, that became my ultimate fetish and even when fucked some girl’s pussy, I got off by imagining being fucked by her instead.

Whenever I was abroad and sure that no one was following me, I would find some girls with cocks to suck and take in my ass. Over time, my appetites grew, and it took more and more experienced girls with bigger and bigger cocks to satisfy me. Eventually, despite all the money that my life of crime brought me, there were very few girls who had the right attitude, expertise, and equipment to satisfy me. In short, I may not ever betray the trust of my boss for some pussy, but I might do it for a girly cock if it’s big enough.

This time around, I was going to the Middle East to pick some Arabic women up. Most of them were sold by their husbands, some of them decided to join us voluntarily for one reason or another, few of them promised one thing only to find themselves addicted to drugs and placed into a shipping container,…

Anyway, when the truck arrived, bringing the container on board, I would open the door and check on the merchandise, calling each of them by name. Of course, oftentimes they didn’t cooperate, so I had the locals tell them in their own language that whoever is not on the list would be raped and shot to death, at which point they cooperated every time. Well, this particular time, I was reading their names one after another, but when I was done, I saw that I didn’t get any response when I called one of the names from the list, so I called it again: “Aisha?” As I said it, all the girls whose names were called moved aside, revealing this one girl sitting in the corner.

Aisha was by far the most beautiful girl of the bunch. She had a very dark, charcoal-black hair, thick black eyebrows and beautiful dark eyes on her pretty little face with tears flowing down her cheeks as she cried ceaselessly. She was wearing nothing but her underwear and, even though she was sitting down, I could clearly see how sexy she was: her tits were natural and pretty big, but not too saggy, her hips forming an hourglass shape with them and her beautiful plump ass, and her legs, which were lying flat on the floor in front of her as her head was leaning against the wall, were supermodel material.

The translator told Aisha something in Arabic, but she still didn’t budge, so some other girl named Inaya said something to him instead of her and he turned to me to translate: “This one says that they were married to the same man. She says that her husband sold both of them after two years of marriage because they weren’t able to give him children.”

“That is none of our business,” I answered coldly. This wouldn’t be the first time I had these girls beg me to be let go and tell me some sob stories to make me feel sorry for them. I admit, having her friend beg instead of her was pretty smart, but it’s not the first time I saw that one either. I had a look at the list and these two were, indeed, sharing the same last name and bought from the same person, but that didn’t concern me, “the fact that they can’t get pregnant on us makes them even better, as far as we’re concerned. Especially these Arabs, if they get pregnant, many of them become uncooperative: don’t want an abortion, don’t want us around their kids, etc.”

As I stated that fact, some of the women shot an angry look at me, but I didn’t care; I just hopped into that container and walked over to Aisha, asking her: “Are… You… Aisha?” She still sat there without saying a word and I just lowered myself into a squat, so our eyes were on the same level.

“She is Aisha, that girl here… Uuuuh… Inaya… confirmed, so-” – the translator tried to answer instead of her, but I yelled out:

“I DON’T REMEMBER ASKING YOU OR INAYA A FUCKING THING! I WANT HER TO ANSWER ME: ARE… YOU… AISHA?” – I interrupted him and repeated my question, and as she failed to respond again, I gave her left cheek a bitch slap. With that, she slowly turned her tear-soaked face to look at me with pure hatred in her eyes and then finally moved, trying to use her left leg to kick me in the balls and then her right as well. Though she was stronger than I expected, I managed to grab both of them and slam them into the floor, making it hurt, at which point Aisha spat right into my face and tried to return the slap with one hand after the other, at which point I sat on her legs and grabbed both of her hands.

Aisha was screaming like an animal, shaking her head left and right and trying her hardest to break away from me, but she couldn’t. In the end, she finally accepted the fact that she was too weak to fight me and instead of trying to fight back, went right back to crying. “So…,” I finally said, “Aisha?” She didn’t say anything, just nodded her head and I let her hands go, but just before I stood up from her legs, I got a glimpse of something in her panties as she tried to hide it with her hands: it was a cock, and by the looks of it, a pretty big one, even though it was flaccid.

It appears that she had a cock tucked in there and, during our tussle, half of it fell out, but since I was the only one close enough, I was the only one who could actually see it. When she caught me looking at it, Aisha saw the shocked expression on my face, but didn’t say anything or show any kind of reaction. I just stood up, letting her loose, so she gave me another angry look before leaning against the wall again and returning to her old position. As soon as we made sure that they were all there, we were finally set to sail out.

As usual, I set my place up in a container right next to the one the girls were in, sleeping in it while the other guys were keeping watch and often checking on the girls to see if they need anything. This time, however, I couldn’t stop thinking about Aisha, her stubbornness, her beauty, and the package between her legs. I wished I could make every other human in the world disappear just to get an hour with that beautiful creature. Still, she wasn’t mine to have and the only way I could ever get with her would be right here and right now. I was trying hard to come up with a plan to make that happen when one of my fellow guards actually said:

“I never saw you like this, man.” These words shocked me, so I gave him a pissed look that basically said “shut up right now, or else”, but he continued: “I mean no disrespect man, but that bitch sure as shit disrespected you. You know, there are ways to make her pay without actually hurting her.”

“Nino wouldn’t like it,” I said dismissively, but the other guy answered:

“Nino won’t care unless you leave some bruises or fractures for him to see. We have a month ahead of us at least, so I suggest you do it right now if you’re gonna do it.” I thought about it for a second and finally ordered him:

“Bring me a bar of soap, socks and some rope.” The guys loved it and proceeded to laugh like a couple of maniacs. They brought both items post-haste, but when they finally did, I told the both of them: “You can both go back to your bunk beds.” They looked at each other and just as one of them was about to open his mouth, I proceeded to yell: “Before you give me that bullshit about Nino not caring, I’d like to remind you that I know the boss a little bit better than you do, so if he gets so much as a whiff of Aisha’s backtalk, let alone the rest of the shit she did, or the punishment for it, I’ll tell him you asked me to fuck some hoes and I said no, so you got pissed. Who do you think he’ll trust?”

The psychos were disappointed with the fact that they wouldn’t get to see me torturing the poor girl, but though reluctantly, they still left the container, leaving me alone nextdoor to the girls. I locked the entrance door, took the piece of rope, and walked over to the other container, throwing it to the girls. I tried my best to put on a show, so as soon as the girls saw me looking at Aisha all pissed off, they immediately stepped away from her to the opposite end of the room. At that point, I threw the rope to them and ordered: “Tie her up!” Two of the girls immediately took the rope and tied it around her wrists and ankles.

When she was all tied up, I approached Aisha and placed her on my back like a bag I was carrying and though she tried to kick me as I tried to walk out with her, the length of rope that connected her arms and legs prevented her. As soon as we were in the other room, I lowered her to the ground. By that point, she was yelling what I can assume are profanities in Arabic, but I waited for her to run out of steam like last time. When she did, I cut the length of rope between her arms and legs and, as she stood up so our eyes were on the same level, I asked her: “Why did you spit in my face? I’m just doing my job, you know?”

She kept staring at me with hate in her eyes like she didn’t understand me, but I had to be sure, so I added: “I just talked to my boss on the sat phone,” I said as I showed her my sat phone, “He wants you dead and fed to the sharks. Now, if you talk to me, convince me that you’re worth saving, I might convince the boss to spare your ass.” I kept looking at her, looking for the slightest possible sign that she understands, that she can be reasoned with, but I couldn’t; her expression stayed the same, letting me know that she doesn’t understand a word. Then I placed my right hand on her left cheek and started to caress it. I couldn’t get over just how beautiful this girl was.

When I began to caress her face, Aisha’s mad expression went away and slowly started to get replaced with a horny one. As she looked at my lips and started to bite her own, I took it as a sign, so I leaned in and gave her a little peck on the lips. She kissed me back, so our next kiss was a little bit bigger and more passionate. Finally, I hugged her with both my arms as we proceeded to kiss each other deeply and passionately. I caressed her back while I kissed her and she lifted her arms above my head to place them on the back of my head and hug me like this.

My cock was already at full mast and, as we hugged, I could feel her bulge pressing against it, trying to abandon the panties it was confined in. Mine was nothing special, about 5 inches long and average in girth, or so I’d say, but hers was so much bigger that I could hardly even wait to see it, touch it, measure it. Aisha used her hands to force my head down to her tits, so I licked and played with these tits, so big but tender, as only natural tits can be, running my tongue around their nipples before finally taking them in my mouth, which made Aisha moan softly.

In less than a minute, however, Aisha pushed me down even more, forcing me to my knees with my face right in front of her panties. She didn’t want to wait a second, that part was clear; as soon as I was on my knees, Aisha slid her panties down, letting her cock loose and, even if I could tell that it was a pretty big cock, I actually underestimated its size and it slapped me across my right cheek as it slid out of its confines. I expected that cock to be about 8.5 inches long, since it was about 6 inches while flaccid, but it turns out that her cock is, in fact, a grower. It was almost 10 inch long and the thickest one I’d ever seen.

That big brown cock actually had a relatively small glans, but it got thicker as it went closer to the middle, and after the middle it was getting narrower again all the way to the base, though not as narrow as it was just underneath the glans. It had thick visible veins all over it and an emphasized urethra, proving that this woman actually liked to use it and was, therefore, probably very good at it too.

I was so turned on by it that I didn’t hesitate for even a second. Instead, I saw a drop of precum glistening on her urethra and licked it off, enjoying its taste – pretty sweet but with a strong hint of almonds. It only made me even hungrier for that cock, so I opened wide and took it in my mouth, proceeding to suck and lick it with all my power, trying to extract more of that delicious fluid from it. By that point, Aisha was moaning audibly: “Aaaaaaaaah! Mmmmm!” As I looked into her beautiful dark eyes, she displayed a wide wicked grin on her face as she used her hands to push my head further down her shaft and the glans of her cock pierced its way into my esophagus.

It wasn’t the first cock that fucked my throat, not even close, but it was by far the biggest one yet. I felt an odd pressure around the walls of my throat as she fucked her cock in and out of it, getting more and more of it in with every thrust. My cock was leaking a steady stream of precum by that point and if I only touched it, I was sure that it would erupt, but even so, I felt like it was only a matter of time. At one point, however, her cock wasn’t able to get in any deeper in that position, so I did this trick I learned: I turned away from her and bent my back backwards so that her cock was now attacking my throat upside-down.

That way, Aisha was finally able to get her cock in even deeper and, as she kept on fucking my throat fast and hard, in a couple of minutes it finally hilted and I could feel her balls rhythmically slamming against my nose. I was in pure heaven at that point: my nose full of the strong musky smell only the brewing cum could produce, my tongue enjoying the sweet taste of her fluids, my eyes enjoying her beautiful ass, face and figure as she looked down on me,… but to top it all off, I was beginning to feel something else, some weird sensation that I had never felt before, some electric but pleasing tingling deep inside my every nerve that I felt every time her cock pushed its way down my throat.

The feeling was getting more and more intense with time, slowly turning into a lot more than just tingling. I wanted to see where it goes, where it takes me, I was desperate to know, but suddenly, Aisha stopped as she pulled her cock out of my throat. It was only at that point that I realized how difficult it was for me to arch my back so far and how easily she could have literally choked me with her cock if she wanted to; I was enjoying it so much that I probably wouldn’t even think to resist it.

As she had me lay down on that cold floor, Aisha stepped on my neck with her left foot and signaled with her head at the knife on the floor an arm’s length away from me. I took it and used my hands to cut the rope from her legs. With that, she removed her foot from my throat, letting me get up on my knees again, and as I did, she grabbed my neck and just proceeded to fuck my throat once again, this time hugging me with her left leg, resting it on my chest as she did it.

After a minute or so, as these orgasmic currents started to fill my body up once again, Aisha pulled her cock out of my face again and presented me with her tied up wrists instead, so I cut them loose as well. Finally, as she was completely free, Aisha was able to show me how strong she really was as she lifted me up so in a split second, there I was, standing before her as she fucked my mouth with her tongue this time, kissing me deeply and violently. While she had me distracted by that kiss, Aisha was guiding us both to the mattress I was usually sleeping on, and finally threw me on it before lying on top of me.

In that moment, it occurred to me to retrieve a bottle of lube from my backpack and hand it to her, so she smirked as she kissed me again while applying it to her shaft. When it was all nice and lubed up, Aisha took my pillow, put it under my ass, and then aimed her cock at my ass which was sticking up and pushed it at my sphincter.

“AAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAH! AAA-MMMMPH!” – It hurt, I’m not going to lie; it hurt more than I expected it to, but she hushed my screams by pushing her thumb into my mouth. Before I knew it, her glans had pierced my sphincter and it was now inside me, so Aisha decided to take a little break until my ass got used to it before proceeding to fuck it in and out of me, going slightly deeper, faster and harder with every other thrust. In a few minutes, when she pulled her thumb out of my mouth, she was fucking the full length of her cock in and out of me and I was moaning like a horny teenage slut: “AAAAAAAH! OH MY GOOOD! MMMMM! MMMMMMMMM! AAAAAAH SO GOOOD!”

As Aisha fucked me, I felt a weird sensation slowly taking over me, the powerful electric shocks shaking me to the core, especially as the thick middle of her cock pierced its way through my sphincter. By that point, she was fucking me so hard and fast that the girls must have been able to hear my moans as well as the sounds of her crotch slamming against my ass: “THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!” Still, I didn’t care, as the shocks of pleasure she inflicted on me spread through my body and got more intense with every thrust; they were amassing somewhere deep inside me and pulsating through my every nerve, the electric charge within my body becoming almost unbearable, but still growing.

The sense of powerlessness turned me on, so even though she didn’t stimulate my cock, I could feel it cumming, so I moaned loudly: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I’M GONNA CUM! I’M CUMMING, AAAAAAH!” With that, my cock started to erupt, ejecting its load all over my body, spraying rope after rope of it all the way up to my hair, and even the floor above my mattress. Aisha responded by fucking me harder and harder, increasing the speed and loudness of the thwaps, until in a couple of seconds, the electric shocks started to turn into thunderbolts and I felt something weird happening with the electric mass that had collected inside me. I was at my second rope of cum that I felt that mass spread from the very center of my being back outwards.

Every time it reached any part of my body, it would start to shake and twitch violently, along with my cock, as if my whole body was turning into nothing but the extension of it. It took over my arms and legs, so I lost control over them and they seemed to have a mind of their own as they spasmed uncontrollably. As that mass began to spread to my neck and on to my head, I was starting to worry, which was visible on my face, as Aisha’s face displayed a wicked smile when she saw it. Eventually, the feeling got so intense that I began to scream: “AAAAAH! AAAAAAaAaAaA-” My scream got distorted as my lips and vocal cords began to shake along with the rest of my body, then my eyes rolled back and I lost my voice.

Not only did my anal orgasm take over my entire body, but it was a million times more powerful than the regular one and seemed to last for hours. As I would later learn, the mix of multiple kinds of orgasms made them all feel more intense, so I couldn’t even imagine what was happening with me to be possible, yet there it was. There was a shockwave after shockwave taking over my every neuron and not only did they feel amazing, but every time one coursed through my body, it made me even more sensitive to pleasure and far less sensitive to everything else. Her cock in my ass felt like pure heaven at that point, and so did every single touch she gave me, as well as my own cum drying on my skin.

Aisha, my angel, my goddess, never stopped fucking me, not even for a second. By the time I came to my senses, she was holding me upside-down in a piledriver position, with my thighs in a tight grip of her hands. My cock was at full mast again and my whole body so sensitive that I knew it wouldn’t take too much of what she was doing to me to drive me to my next orgasm. Still, after a minute or so, she stopped, pulled her cock out, and while still gripping my thighs, she walked around and slowly lowered them to the other side, flipping me over into the kneeling position with my ass sticking up before mounting it again in the doggystyle position.

“AAAAAAAAH!” – I moaned loudly, but my own voice surprised me: it was very girly and had a higher pitch than that of most girls, whereas my regular voice was actually rather deep and manly. In the state I was in, however, sensitive and horny beyond belief, I didn’t care. In fact, it turned me on quite a bit, so as Aisha fucked the whole length of her cock in and out of my ass, I wiggled it a little to make her and, of course, myself feel even better and she responded by slapping my ass hard over and over again while talking dirty in Arabic. I just kept moaning as I was being degraded like this: “AAAAAAH! MMMMM YEEAH! AAAAAH! OOOH, I LOVE YOUR COCK, I LOVE IT! OH, GOOOD! OH, MMMMM!”

I sounded and acted like an out-of-control slut that just saw a cock after a year-long dry spell and couldn’t help herself. After fucking me for a few minutes in this position as well, she was once again fucking the full length of her cock in and out of me hard and fast and I felt my asshole stretch out as the thick middle of her member passed through it. I was approaching another orgasm, both anal as she fucked me mercilessly, but also regular, as her cock kept brushing against my prostate on its way in this time around.

Finally, just as I was about to cum, Aisha took her cock out of me, lifted me up, and threw my back on the makeshift table that myself and the guys were using to play cards on, so my head was hanging off the edge of it. She then knelt down and inserted her cock into my mouth, fucking my throat just like before. This time, however, Aisha got a brilliant idea: since the bottle of lube had a phallic shape, she squeezed some lube out on her hand, then closed it and smeared its smooth cap with its contents. While she fucked my throat, she finally inserted that bottle of lube in my ass, fucking it, massaging my prostate with it.

My prostate was not my primary area of focus, though; Aisha was going at my throat pretty hard and I enjoyed the musky smell of her nuts as they slammed against my nose again. The electric feeling was getting intense same as before, when she fucked me, but what was odd about it is the fact that I was unmistakably going to experience another full-body orgasm by having my throat fucked. As the current in me amassed and started to spread out again, the orgasmic waves taking over my body one part after another, I heard a loud grunt from Aisha: “AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!” With that, her cock tensed up and began to throb as it moved in and out of my throat, pumping the ridiculous amounts of her hot thick seed into my mouth and down my throat.

Between the feeling of my throat still being ripped apart, the delicious nutty taste of her spunk coating my taste buds, the musky smell of her balls as I felt them pulsate while they were resting on my nose, and the lube bottle in my ass, I wasn’t able to hold off anymore. As my full-body orgasm finally took over my mind and my eyes rolled back as I shook and spasmed, fully owned by that big brown cock, my own cock experienced an orgasm of its own and finally erupting once again.

While no less intense than my first orgasm, this one was a little bit different: instead of my whole body feeling like an extension of my cock and throbbing along with it until it was done cumming, this time the feeling was more constant, the pleasure thriving instead of just pulsating, and with every pulse, the only thing that increased was my sensitivity. Also, when Aisha was finally done cumming and pulled her glans out into my mouth, my tongue was moving all by itself, licking it clean. As she slid her shaft to the left and right of my mouth, my tongue did the same thing, cleaning her cock up, and I didn’t mind; I would have done the same thing if I still had control over my body.

I have no idea how long I was trapped in that orgasmic trance, but when I finally opened my eyes and saw Aisha standing to my left sliding her shaft across my open mouth, I stopped licking it for a split second only to express my overwhelming feelings: “I- I love you, Aisha, I love you so much… So, so much.” The voice came out even more girly than the last time, but I didn’t care, I went right back to licking that cock, but instead of letting me have it, Aisha pulled a chair and sat down next to me. When I tried to stand myself up from that table, Aisha stopped me with her hand and finally opened her mouth to speak:

“You’re good right there, bitch!” I didn’t even expect her to speak English in the first place, but she said that sentence with such a perfect American accent that it completely took me by surprise. I leaned back down and looked at her completely dumbfounded. She didn’t give me time to process this, and it was even more difficult now since I was so horny and weak. “So, what do you say, bitch? Am I worth saving in your opinion?” – she asked with that wicked smile on her face. I was thinking of the right thing to say, but nothing came to my mind, so she continued: “What’s the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue? Hahaha, you didn’t think I could speak English, did you? Believe it or not baby, I lived in the USA for ten years.”

“T- Ten y- years…?” – I repeated, barely having processed what was going on. I was in such a state of mind that, despite the importance of this discovery, to me it was just one of those boring clumsy plot points in porn movies. All I wanted was more of her cock, no matter the cost, and this was just a distraction from it.

“That’s right, ten years on MIT, bitch. That is more than enough to realize that your little story about calling your criminal boss and him giving you an order to kill me over that little toy you got is bullshit. Satellite phones can be traced even more easily than the regular ones, you know? And if you used any official channel in the open sea, it would either take way too long to communicate what you had in mind, or it could be easily intercepted, so no, your boss didn’t order you to kill me. It was just an excuse for you to get alone with me, wasn’t it? ANSWER ME, BITCH!”

“Y- Yes, it was. It’s true, it’s all true,” I admitted, still with that girly voice, still breathing heavily, still craving more of her cock.

“I knew it,” she said smugly, “I saw it in your eyes the moment my cock fell out. The rest of the girls kept convincing me that you were just surprised, but the way your slutty little jaw dropped when you saw it made me realize that you wanted it. I didn’t appreciate being tied up, but I guess you had to make it look real, didn’t you? That’s okay, slut, you don’t have to pretend in front of them anymore. I assume they’re celebrating since the moment they heard your girly moans.”

“I- I love you,” I said honestly, but Aisha shot back immediately:

“Yeah, that’s what Mahmoud said. ‘I love you, Aisha.’ ‘Come back to ME with me, Aisha.’ ‘I don’t care about your cock, Aisha.’ ‘It’s not haram if we don’t get caught, Aisha.’ ‘I want you to be happy, Aisha.’ Next thing you know, he got me in his harem, fucking my ass and mouth, but never letting me actually use my cock. So I had to relieve myself with his other wives, of course. And when I finally get him to suck my cock and fuck his throat as he fucks Inaya here, he came buckets inside her, and what did he do? The fucker was so ashamed and afraid of being found out that he sold us both with the infertility excuse. So excuse me if I don’t take your ‘I love you’ very seriously. The only consolation I take in the knowledge that most of his kids are really mine.”

“P- Please sweetheart, don’t be like that,” I kept moaning and begging, “just fuck me, please, I won’t betray you like he did, ple-”

“Oh, don’t worry, that’s exactly what I intend to do: to fuck you until you love me, until I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you truly love me with all your heart, mind, body, and soul. I know you’re a hardened criminal, that you’re loyal to your boss, all you people are. But guess what – I’m going to fuck the loyalty out of you! I will fuck you and make you twist and drown in limitless pleasure until you’re no longer you, until you know nothing else in your life,” Aisha said and my cock got hard again instantly as I heard those words. While still sitting in that chair, Aisha snapped her right hand fingers, pointed at her cock and handed me the bottle of lube with her left.

I stood up from that little board on top of two barrels I was lying on and obeyed her, but before I took a bottle of lube I made sure to lube that cock up with my throat as well. As it turns out, the full-body orgasms loosened up my muscles, so not only did my whole body feel weak, but my throat was so loose that I was able to take the whole length of her cock into it with relative ease, even in that awkward position. No matter how much I enjoyed it, I didn’t take too much time pleasing that cock with my throat, but in a minute I lubed it up, stepped around her as she sat in that chair, and impaled myself on that monster between her legs.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” – I screamed as that cock pierced my sphincter, but as horny as I was, I couldn’t get myself to stop sliding down Aisha’s shaft. Aisha just relaxed, put both her hands behind her head, interlocking their fingers as she let me do all the work and, as my inner slut took over me, even though it hurt me a bit, I couldn’t stop myself, or even slow myself down. I rode her cock as fast and hard as I could, causing the rapid fire of loud thwapping sounds myself by riding her. I felt a fresh orgasm building up inside me as I rode that ultimate tool of pleasure like there was no tomorrow.

I couldn’t physically ride that cock as fast or as hard as she was able to fuck me herself, since my orgasms made my knees tremble, but I gave it my very best and, albeit slowly, it seemed to work. However, after about ten minutes, I got disappointed to realize that all my muscles were burning and I was slowing down as I lost my strength, so my orgasm was escaping and I couldn’t catch up with it. Even when I desperately tried to use both my arms to bounce myself off her shoulders, and my legs to bounce myself off the ground, I was unable to do it the way I did it no more than a few minutes earlier.

Just as I started to get frustrated, Aisha came back into action, grabbed my ass cheeks with her hands so tightly that they were beginning to hurt and proceeded to bounce me up and down her shaft like a ragdoll. “AAAAAAAAAH! OH YEEEEEEAH! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!” – I screamed in pure ecstasy as she fucked me harder than ever before while I hugged her with both arms, my face twisting with pleasure with my eyes pointing upwards in pure trance.

“You pathetic little bitch,” Aisha belittled me, “even when I gave you this magnificent cock to please yourself with, you didn’t even know what to do with it, you couldn’t even get it or yourself off. That is how pathetic you are! That is why Allah chose to give it to me, not you or my husband, or any other pathetic bitches like yourselves.” As she kept forcing me up and down her python, I kept moaning loudly, like a prom queen being gangbanged by the whole football team, yet there was no one but this beautiful Arabic cutie in the room with me, so I heard her words loud and clear and they turned me on even more.

Aisha stood up while still bouncing me on her cock, going even faster and harder while my legs were dangling in the air as my arms were clinging onto her for dear life. Finally, she said her finishing words: “Now cum, my little slut! Cum for me! Now!”

As she gave that order, my body acted on its own and at the same time, I experienced the two explosions: in my ass and in my cock. At the same time, the critical amount of pleasure accumulated in my body and my cock was quickly tightening up, about to shoot another one of its loads. “AAAAAAAAAAAAaAaAaA-” – I screamed as another anal orgasm took over my very consciousness and at the same time when my eyes rolled back, my cock came as well, proceeding to pump the drops of its cum all over our bodies as they rubbed against each other while she fucked me.

The electricity that filled my every cell was getting too intense, and even though it was by far the best sensation I’d ever felt, I was trying desperately to power over it, to stay awake, to go for another round. All I could sense was pure unadulterated pleasure that was constantly growing, and all I could feel was unlimited love for Aisha, for whom I was willing to give everything, including my life, at that point. The last thing I remember feeling was a distant scream from Aisha before I felt her cock throb like I had never felt it throb inside me before, filling my ass with its sticky goo, marking me hers forever.

As she proceeded to cum inside me, I could feel her laying me down on my cum-soaked mattress, and the moment my back touched the bedsheets, I felt like I sank into them and every throb of her cock electrified my whole being, making me feel limitless pleasure. In the end, when my nervous system finally overloaded and all of my senses shut down, all I could feel was the infinite, yet ever growing love for Aisha, the amazing girl who made me feel this way. With that thought, I finally passed out happy, dreaming of her.

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I was woken up by a glass of water being splashed into my face, feeling like I was laying in a puddle of bodily fluids, and still very horny and sensitive, electrified by the orgasms I felt earlier. When I opened my eyes, I saw that Aisha was still there, now wearing her underwear, sitting in the chair with my sat phone on the table next to her and a cup of coffee next to it, which she was slowly sipping as she stared at me. “Sorry about the rude awakening, but I need to discuss something with you before the dawn breaks and your little butt buddies come back.”

I looked at the clock that clearly showed that I had slept for no more than two hours, which explains why I still feel frisky. No matter what it was that Aisha did to me, it still worked and the moment I saw her, all I could think about was her cock. Still, she seemed to have some other plans. “W- What do you have in mind?” – I asked her and was happy to hear that my voice was back to its normal tone.

“Here’s the thing – I made two calls from your sat phone: one was for this cop friend of mine. I saw the name of the ship through the hole in the container, so I gave it to him,” she said calmly, but I panicked.

“You what?!” – I said, overtaken by fear and anger, “I’m not a fucking rat, we don’t talk to the po-” Aisha hushed me by covering my mouth with the sole of her left foot and continued:

“And the second thing I did was call the Arab mafia guys that I used to hang out with while I was living in the States. So an hour before the cops intercept this ship, they will come for the two of us, place two bodies with removed fingerprints and teeth onboard, and plant a bomb in the room with them, so both the cops and your gang will think we’re dead. Or, if you prefer it that way, I could call… Nino, is it?… From this sat phone, tell him everything and offer my services instead. We can take that chance too if you want.”

“Fuck,” I exclaimed. She got me and there was not a thing I could do about it. I felt guilty for breaking the code I had been living by for so long, and under normal circumstances, in this situation, I would probably grab a lighter and the deodorant from my bag to set the bitch on fire and come clean rather than letting her have her way, but I couldn’t bring myself to. She made me feel something I never even thought possible, not only the sensation that was beyond the stuff of my wildest dreams, but love… I felt true love for her and I wanted her to be happy and safe, so I made my decision: “I… just want you to be happy. I love you.”

“Great,” she said, “now for an insurance policy, I filmed this conversation with your phone,” she said as she retrieved my phone from behind her back, “which I will keep with me, as well as your sat phone, so in case of any funny business, your buddies will know all about it.” I understood the precaution, but it really wasn’t necessary. I was already hers, as she said, heart, mind, body, and soul. “You will make sure that the conditions us girls live in are as acceptable as possible. You will tell me everything that goes on here on the ship and in your organization. You will come with me when my friends pick me up. You are mine now. Understand?”

“Yes, mistress Aisha,” I answered like a good little bitch.

“‘Mistress’… I like that,” Aisha said as she opened the door to her container and went in there while I followed her. As she went in, she beckoned me with her finger and gave me a deep and passionate kiss while the rest of the girls chuckled knowingly and Inaya even gave me an ass slap, making them chuckle even harder. “Now, girls, it’s your turn,” Aisha said as I left the room as she pulled her panties down, letting her cock fall out, “Inaya sweetie, you can go first.” As Inaya fell on her knees and was about to suck Aisha’s cock, I was at the door, about to leave their container and lock them in, but I couldn’t stop looking at Inaya and wishing it to be me. Aisha looked at me coldly and said: “Go. You have work to do. We’ll have more fun later.”

With that, I went back to my regular activities. Every other day, I would join the girls in their container to have my brains fucked out of my head by Aisha; I was completely addicted to her cock. No one in my crew even suspected a thing and finally, as we were nearing our destination, Aisha got a call on my sat phone and that night, she let me know that we’re about to leave tomorrow night. The Arabs climbed up on board with our help and they planted the bodies and explosives, rigged to explode an hour later in the rescue boat, just as the cops arrived. The other rescue boat we used to lower ourselves down and fled the scene in their speedboat.

Over all the time I spent with Aisha, when she wasn’t fucking the living shit out of me, she was talking to me about my organization and for some reason, the Arabs put their full trust into her. From what I understood, she was to use the information I gave her to take over the decimated organization I belonged to, as it was weakened by the FBI raids on their brothels and other illegal businesses. As I explained the dynamics of the relationships of the leading figures in detail, the Arabs were able to flip some of them, convince them that they would be made into leaders, but when their part in putting us in charge was over, they were all killed; if they were so disloyal to their old friend, how loyal would he be to his new ones?