MUSLIM MOTHER CUCKOLD 2

Feature Writer: Stories with Nebic

Feature Title: Muslim Mother Cuckold 2

Published: 22.01.2023

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Synopsis: Twisted Tales for Depraved Deviants

Muslim Mother Cuckold 2

Straightening her hijab, Fatima swallowed nervously as she prepared to leave the hotel room. The events of last night were still fresh in her head, although most were muddled by how cum drunk she had become.

In spite of her callous attitude during the mind-breaking sex, the love for her husband and son did eventually return, along with a greater sense of guilt. Not currently being mauled and fucked senselessly, she vowed to keep her composure and not let herself get out of control. That is, if she could make it up to her husband’s hospital room first.

The men left late last night, but informed her that plenty of men in the hospital were excited to meet and use her, knowing they could do so without needing a word of consent. Part of her felt delighted, but she needed to focus and see her husband and ensure he was still alive.

Leaving the hotel it took her nearly thirty minutes to walk to the hospital, to which she found an attractive, prostitute looking woman with long blonde hair waiting on her. Approaching, the woman smiled, offering a pair of high-heels to Fatima.

“Welcome to the gauntlet, Fatima,” she said with a grin.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re here to see your husband and son, right? You need to wear these heels, and service every man you come across on your way up.”

What a strange request …

Confused by the strange woman, Fatima gave her a quizzical look before taking the heels and stepping inside, unsure what to make of the odd request. Entering the hospital, she found it oddly lacking in attendance. Seeing how the first floor didn’t seem very crowded, she headed straight for the elevator, which she sadly found out-of-order.

Seeing a sign for the stairs, she began trotting in that direction before noticing a heavy set Indian man blocking her path. Unsure if he was one of the men that woman mentioned, she approached the stairs tentatively before he suddenly moved towards her. As expected, his hand grabbed her arm before she could begin the ascent, quickly starting to grope her body.

“You’re the Muslim whore, right?” he asked, already squeezing at her thighs and waist.

“Wh-What? N-No I’m not-”

“Don’t lie to me, bitch … you’re supposed to serve each and every one of us.”

Pulling her hijab away, the dark brown man aggressively pinched her ass while shuffling his pants down. As much as Fatima tried to refuse him, there was little she could do against his size and desire. Her dress was pulled and lifted, her panties lowered, her pussy touched and rubbed.

Attempting to focus on reaching her husband and son, Fatima was ordered to dance for him, to twerk or shake her ass. In order to pass the first level, she’d need to make him cum without directly touching his dick. Despite this, the Indian’s man cock remained visibly hard and drooling, ready to shoot with very little attention.

Level 1 – Groping

Given what she had already been through the night before, this strange game they were playing didn’t seem too difficult. Although she wasn’t very happy about it, Fatima figured she could play along for now, so long as he let her pass afterwards.

Spreading her legs and helping to lift her dress, she began shaking her ass for him, the meat of her cheeks bouncing and clapping while he stood behind her, groping and squeezing her thighs and ass. His cock remained painfully erect, oozing a constant stream of pre-cum to the floor, right in the hospital’s hallway.

Fuck … I can’t believe I’m doing this … what’s wrong with me?

Reaching back to spread her cheeks, she slipped her middle fingers under each cheek, folding the crease of her ass to bulge and make her rump appear thicker and larger. Along with having it spread open, the man was all moans, practically fucking the air as he dropped to his knees behind her, still squeezing and touching her as much as he could.

Lifting her dress even higher, she turned around to expose her breast, letting him grab and squeeze them while she attempted to shake and dance. The attention left her flush, but she was glad there was no one else around to see them.

Her small brown nipples had become extra sensitive as well, and with the stranger now twisting and pinching them, she had no control over how wet her pussy might become. Still, she had to make him cum, and so by turning back around, she spread her cheeks again, winking her asshole as he gawked in amazement.

She almost felt sorry for him, since he was obviously pent up. Letting him sniff, squeeze, pinch and maw at her body soon became too much for him, and after a few minutes of shaking her ass and dancing, the man’s cock erupted, shooting ropes of cum through the air, some landing on her calves while the rest splattered on the tile flooring.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, smacking her ass a few more times before finally leaving her alone. “Okay … you pass.”

Taking the opportunity to re-dress, she quickly pulled up her panties before leaving the man and his softened cock behind. Pussy now wetter than before, she attempted to shake off the encounter, hoping things wouldn’t escalate much further, and that no one else would stall her husband’s visit. Even so, she slipped off her own shoes before putting on the high heels, feeling it was rather necessary now.

Now heading upstairs, her ass and chest bounced with each step before she reached the first bend, finding another man standing in the way and blocking her path. A big grin crossed his face, and before she knew it the next level had begun.

Level 2 – Dry Humping

“Come on,” he chuckled, already grabbing and pulling her close, “Let me have some fun with you.”

Fatima barely said a word, unsure what the man needed from her. Not removing her clothes, she found herself spun around before he wrapped his arms around her. Hands on her chest, crotch pressed against her ass, she gasped as he began thrusting.

“Mmm, you’ve got such a soft body.”

Swallowing nervously, his hands continued feeling her up while he dry humped her from behind. Grinding his cock into her dress, she could feel the bulge poking and prodding her constantly.

This is so demeaning … why am I letting this happen?

The upward thrusts and grinding had naturally moved her dress up, with his bulge now grinding against her bare panties. Being only clothes on clothes, she found it surprisingly erotic, half wanting to flee, and half enjoying herself. It felt good to have men desire her, even if their desires were perverted in nature.

It didn’t take long for his thrusts to become quicker either, and moving from her ass to her thighs, she couldn’t help but think of him as a horny dog, now grinding and humping her leg, the tip of his bulge wet with precum as it rubbed against her.

“Fuck,” he groaned, giving her breast a squeeze as he humped her thigh faster, “Gonna blow.”

All she could do was watch, held as she was, as the man rocked his hips back and forth, grinding himself on her thigh before he suddenly stopped, grunting and moaning until a thick white slime slowly seeped through his pants, oozing onto her leg as he gave her a few more dry humps and moans.

“Ahh God … okay … you can pass.”

Without a word she was released, quickly continuing her ascent up the stairs and away from the second pervert to stop her. This game seemed more real now, someone had gone through a lot of effort to plan it out. She had very little time to think about it though, for as she reached the stairway exit to the second floor, yet another man stood blocking her path, this one with his cock in hand.

Level 3 – Hand Job

“Ready for the next level?”

Fatima sighed, shrugging her shoulders.

“I guess so.”

This was clearly starting to aggravate her, after all the only thing she wanted was to see her husband and son. These men, whoever they were now, seemed to think she owed them a service, one that was more important than her own family. Despite her now wet panties, she still had her husband and son in mind, needing to know how they were.

“Well come on … this should be an easy one, all you need to do is give me a nice hand job.”

Stepping forward, she was awkwardly pulled into a close hug with the man, who easily wrapped his arms around her. Instinctively her hand found his cock, her gentle fingers wrapping around it’s girth as he pumped his hips into her.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl … stroke it, jerk me off, baby.”

Still quiet, Fatima’s hand slowly worked the man’s shaft, her finger squeezing his length as her hand moved back and forth. Pulling down on his cock made the head flare and swell, oozing precum, while pulling up bunched the skin together near the top, his balls swinging and pulling up with her hand.

It’s bigger than my husband’s … and so hard … but why do I have to do this?

One stroke made little difference, but as her pace increased, each and every one began building on his pleasure. The constant friction, the way her hand twisted in between strokes, the gradual increase in speed, it all left the man moaning aloud.

“Mmm, fuck yeah … keep going baby … give me a kiss while you’re at it.”

Continuing to jerk off the stranger, she couldn’t do much as he forced a kiss on her, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers as she stroked him. Precum now oozed over her fingers, adding to the lubrication as her balls tensed, and his cock throbbed in her palm.

Sucking on her tongue, it didn’t take much longer for the man to reach his climax, and like the others, he announced it with a series of grunts and moans, squeezing her body as his tip swole red before jettisoning multiple ribbons of crystal white cum. The floor was once again splattered in sperm, her hand continuing the strokes even as the rest of his load dribbled over her fingers.

“Holy shit … wow you’re good at that … okay, baby, you can pass.”

Unaware that she had continued stroking him, she finally let go, wiping the cum on her fingers onto her dress, awkwardly stepping around him before finally reaching the second floor.

Being a rather odd hospital, it was only possible to reach the third floor via stairs from another stairwell, down a hallway from where she was now. Obviously needing to reach that floor, she now set out to cross the distance, having grown rather annoyed by the constant stops.

There were more people around now, making her feel somewhat safe, confident that these men and their game wouldn’t be done where other people could see them. Turning the corner, she quickly found out just how wrong she was, running into the next man while in the middle of a waiting room.

Level 4 – Blow Job

“Okay slut, time for the next level … go ahead and get down on your knees.”

Suddenly things felt different, with people around and the sexual games reaching something even more perverse, Fatima felt like she had nearly had enough. It was already testing her patience to get this far, but now this, it was simply too much.

“N-No, I just came to see my husband.”

“That’s not how this works,” the man said, unzipping his pants, “If you want to see them … you have to suck my cock.”

Unsure how she should handle the situation, Fatima reluctantly took a few steps forward, hesitant to get down on her knees. With several people sitting around the waiting room and watching, she found it odd that no one was against the action, some even pulling out their phones while watching her.

Feeling some slight social pressure, she finally broke before dropping to her knees, now wondering how much farther this game and these levels would go. Watching the man free his erection, she had quite the close up view, seeing just how large and stiff it was, clearly ready to receive attention.

Thinking she could maybe get it over with quickly, she opened her mouth and leaned forward, feeling it’s heat touch her lips before she suddenly pulled back, shaking her head.

“N-No, I don’t want to do this …”

“Tough shit, now start sucking.”

Shaking her head more, she began to stand up when the man suddenly pushed her back down, keeping her on her knees. Now resisting his demands, she found her hair being gripped and yanked, pulling her forward until the dick smacked her face.

“Suck it, slut!”

“No!”

“Alright … you fuckin’ asked for it then!”

Resisting as best she could, Fatima pushed against his thighs in an attempt to stop his desire, but with the man being so much stronger than her she failed rather quickly.

Having her mouth forced open, her throat clenched as his cock’s length forced itself entirely inside without stopping. Her gag reflex tightened around him immediately while his balls pressed into her chin, and with his grunts filling the small room, he began thrusting wildly while gripping handfuls of her hair.

Suddenly being throat fucked in front of an audience, Fatima’s eyes rolled back as tears began streaming down her face. Spit and cock slime began leaking from the corners of her mouth, drooling down her chin and neck as she retched and gagged repeatedly.

“Take it, bitch!”

Her repeated attempts to push him off continued to result in failure, and after nearly two minutes of having her face violently fucked, she finally stopped pushing back.

He’s choking me … I can’t fight him … I … I have to make him cum …

His length would almost exit her mouth entirely before being roughly rammed back in, each thrust pushing his cock head against her tongue, uvula and finally down the back of her throat, making her gag and tighten around him.

More people had pulled out their phones, recording the event while many smiled and watched. There was clearly no one on Fatima’s side during the aggressive throat fucking, and while tears continued leaking down her cheeks, slime and spit heavily dripped onto her chest below, making a mess of gooey stains.

“Should have followed my orders,” he grunted, still holding her head as he pulled her forward, matching his thrust with her face, smacking her with his balls and stomach on every pump.

Amazingly Fatima managed not to puke, keeping her food down until the man’s lustful and violent needs were finished. The face fucking lasted nearly five minutes, but with her throat being such a sloppy and tight wet hole, his cock eventually succumbing to the pleasure, and with a loud roar his balls began pumping themselves empty, straight down her throat.

“Uughhh! That’s what you get, slut … Hhhnngg … let this be a lesson to you … “

Fatima’s eyes slowly rolled back into place, as the warmth of his cum spread into her stomach, she found herself gasping for air as his dick was removed, slapping her face several times after pulling out.

“There … you can pass now, bitch.”

The people in the waiting room were all smiles at how defeated and distraught the man had made her. Coughing, swallowing and spitting away slime, she slowly and shakily rose to her feet, following the signs to the staircase that would lead her to the third floor. She could hardly believe such a thing had happened, but now she wondered how much worse it might get, or if she should risk fighting back again.

She wouldn’t have long to wonder of course, as the door to the staircase was blocked by yet another man, this one black and muscled.

Level 5 – Sex

“You should know the deal by now,” he chuckled, stroking a long thick bulge in his pants. “Ready to get fucked, darlin’?”

“I need to see my husband,” she answered, hoping the man might be compassionate enough to let her pass.

“Oh yeah? Well I think yer headed the wrong way … morgue’s in the basement.”

Not for a second did she believe him, after all who was he to know her family? Even so, she couldn’t exactly escape him, not as shaky as she’d become.

“I’d be happy to escort you … but you’re gonna need to help me cum first.

“I-I’m in a rush …”

“Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.”

Lifting her dress, the man found her panties wet and barely on, quickly tearing them off he pushed her against the stairwell’s door and began squeezing at her chest, mauling and roughly yanking the fabric away until her tits were fully exposed. Nipples pinched, twisted and pulled, her fat tits were mashed and clawed, bitten and slapped until they were marked a shade pinker.

“You should really give up on your family,” chuckled the man, his thick fingers now penetrating her from below.

Her moan left him smiling, accompanied by her hips pushing into his hand. Yet again she found herself at the mercy of a horny stranger, and the longer these encounters went on, the more she could feel herself slipping. Being face fucked had taken a lot of her resolve away, and now it seemed easier to simply go with the flow of things.

“Just fuck me already,” she moaned, lifting her leg to make it easier for him.

Oh God, why am I letting this happen again … no … I need to do this.

Freeing his cock, it only took a moment before she felt his bulbous tip slip inside her, wasting no time with being gentle. Every inch stretched and pushed her open, sinking deep and racking her brain with a mixture of guilt and pleasure.

Her pussy remained soaked, making it very easy for the man to enjoy himself. Pushing her against the door with her leg up, he began humping and pumping her, with the occasional person walking by or stopping to watch.

Having become sexually pent up after all the previous men, this was finally an activity that she could personally enjoy, grunting from the waves of pleasure that were thrust into her.

Fuck! Fuck it’s so good … just … just a little more and I can … 

“You like my dick, honey?”

Fatima was gritting her teeth, feeling an orgasm build from the onslaught of pleasure. Nodding her head, she gripped the man’s arms, holding tightly as his pace never slowed, fucking her strong and steady until she was on the verge of an explosive climax.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Almost rather romantically, the man’s orgasm arrived at almost the exact same moment, with his thrusts becoming stronger and faster while his moans grew louder and longer. Seeing her face contort into an orgasmic expression, he couldn’t help but smile as his cock finally erupted inside her, holding nothing back as shot after shot pumped deep into her pussy.

Out of breath and moaning, the two took a moment to relax before she lowered her leg and he slowly pulled out, causing a stream of white cum to leak out, pouring to the floor in a long white line.

“Fuck that felt good,” he sighed, rubbing the tip of his cock clean above her pussy.

“Y-Yeah,” she whimpered, legs shaky as she struggled to regain her composure.

“You can pass now, darlin’.”

Nodding, Fatima slowly covered her chest before adjusting her dress, no longer wearing panties and still leaking cum. Wobbling, she opened the door to the stairwell, only to find a black man standing inside.

“Howdy, bitch.”

Level 6 – Anal Sex

Suddenly grabbed and pulled into the stairwell, the door closed behind her while the man spun her around and yanked her dress up. Now pushing her against the cold concrete wall, she felt her asshole being probed by the man’s finger, and she rose to the tips of her toes in response, having never experienced anal before.

“Mmm, fuck you tight … good thing I brought lube, eh?”

“Wh-What? Wait a minute …”

A warm liquid now dripped down her ass crack, and the silky liquid made his finger slide in far easier this time. Not unpleasant, Fatima whimpered as another finger went inside, leaving her tip toeing against the wall as his pants were unzipped.

“Better relax,” he chuckled, already pushing his tip to her puckered hole.

No no no no! I can’t! What would my family …

With no time to think, she felt his girth push inside her, briefly lifting her off the floor. The heat of his cock, coupled with a sudden fullness inside her created a new and unusual pleasure.

While his thrusts were slow, she couldn’t help but feel a pressure inside her, as if his cock was punching her stomach from below. Although it wasn’t as pleasurable as regular sex, the humiliation of being fucked in the ass brought it own unique enjoyment.

This stranger was dominating her, fucking her asshole in a hospital stairwell, and while she likely wouldn’t cum from the activity, it certainly left her hornier than before. Grunting, moaning and attempting to cling to the wall, the black man’s stamina didn’t last as long as she expected.

Having tightened her ass around his cock, it didn’t take long to milk him dry, and with the speed and enthusiasm of his thrusts, his climax arrived not long after he had begun.

Biting her lip, she felt uncomfortable as his hands gripped her hip, thrusting and pumping his load deep into her ass, their breathing echoing in the stairwell. Surprisingly, this was one of the easier levels, as there was little she had to do.

Oh jeez … I can’t believe I did that …

“A’ight … Mmm, you can pass now.”

Pulling his cock free, Fatima felt another gush of hot liquid leak from her body, splattering below much like the load in her pussy. Now dripping from both, she once more attempted to straighten her dress, wobbling as she began her ascent.

The third floor was finally in reach, with her husband and son growing closer with every step, she began wondering just how many more men would block her path. Already feeling dizzy and weak from so many encounters, she felt there was little more the men could do to her. Reaching the exit and heading out of the stairwell, she realized just how wrong she was.

Level 7 – Rim Job

“There she is,” chuckled a rather large man without pants or underwear, “Come’ere, baby … you know the drill.”

Seeing the man waiting on her across the hallway, there was technically no one to block her path or stop her from running straight to her husband’s room. However, she now felt compelled to follow his instructions, despite delaying her husband’s visit.

Stepping over, she stared at his small but hard cock, wondering what would be next. Of course this was something different, and to her surprise the man turned around, spreading his hairy ass cheeks.

“Okay … tongue my asshole, lady … gotta make me cum if you wanna see your husband.”

“Wh-What? You want me t-to … “

“To lick my ass … come on, chop chop!”

Swallowing nervously, Fatima felt her heart begin to race. Perhaps it was all the sex, or the constant barrage of lust being thrust upon her, but there was much less resistance inside her now. Much like last night with the Americans, her walls of self respect were crumbling, replaced with nothing but libido and arousal.

I shouldn’t! It’s disgusting! It looks like he hasn’t washed in a week!

All the same, Fatima leaned in and stuck out her tongue, pressing her nose into his crack while licking at his asshole. It was humiliating, it was degrading, yet she still did it without question, her pussy dripping wet much like before.

Reaching between his legs, she seemingly couldn’t stop herself from grabbing his cock, pumping it as she sucked at the puckered hole, tasting his sweat, musk and filth.

Going as deep as she could, her tongue attempted to reach every fold and crease of his insides, sucking loudly, being sloppy and wet as his moans filled the hallway, the noise of his cock being pumped constantly as more people stopped to watch them.

Busy rimming him, she also began squeezing his ass cheeks as he pushed back into her face, moaning and laughing at the sloppy noises she made. It didn’t take very long for the constant pleasure to build his climax either, and with his hole flexing around her tongue, she never stopped stroking his cock as it began to unload, squirting hard, and each shot being felt through her tongue as it splattered the wall in front of him.

Oh God, I can’t believe I made him cum by sucking his nasty asshole.

Pulling away from his asshole resulted in an audible suctioned pop, with her taking a loud moaning gasp. The people around her grinned, taking photos before stepping away and continuing with their day.

“Okay … whew … you can pass … oh and be sure to kiss your husband, eh?”

“Y-Yeah … I will,” she answered, surprising herself.

Standing up, she picked away the anal hairs from her lips before continuing down the hallway, nearly in sight of her husband’s room. Struggling to walk in the heels, her head felt like it was swimming with arousal as she passed by a few rooms, ditzy and unaware as the next room’s door opened beside her.

Yelping in fear, she didn’t notice the hand reaching out to grab her as she passed, pulling yanked into the room before being spun and pushed into a black man’s arms. The two men now sandwiched her, smiling down at her while unzipping their pants.

Level 8 – Double Team

“Gonna please us both, ain’t cha?”

Fatima had very little resistance left.

“Sure … anything you want.”

Knowing little about them, she made an assumption that the black man might enjoy seeing her twerk, and so in the interest of pleasing them quickly, she widened her stance before dropping and lifting her hips, causing the fat of her ass to bounce and shake. The effects were immediate.

“Ooh shiet, look at dis bitch goin for it-” laughed the black man, now slapping and watching her bounce.

“I knew she’d be into us,” the other chuckled.

Bent over and still twerking, she began removing the white man’s pants, stroking him through the fabric before his boxers hit the floor. Behind her she could feel the black man grinding against her, his own trouser snake being freed and laid between the cheeks of her ass.

Far more massive than any other cock she had pleased, she felt nervous about having it inside her, although there was little choice at this point. With a white man’s dick rubbing against her face and a black one poking her from behind, Fatima’s legs shuddered as she readied herself for another rough fucking.

“Bitch so wet I ain’t even gotta wait,” said the black man, shoving his cock into her pussy with very little warning.

Having very little time to adjust, the shock and awe of his cock became vocal as the white man adjusted her stance, making it easier for his own large cock to fit between her tits.

Oh fuck … they’re gonna use me like a common whore …

Using spit as lube, her chest was now being fucked just as passionately as her pussy was, both men enjoying her body like a carnival ride. Pleasure washed through her body in waves, both from how large and rigid the cock inside her was, and the sensations of her chest being squeezed, pinched and mashed.

Seconds become minutes, and before she knew it Fatima was more at risk of an orgasm than the men were. Surprised by their stamina, all she could do was grit her teeth and moan, grabbing the white man for support when her legs turned to jelly against their sexual desires.

Unsure how much time had actually passed after her first orgasm, eventually she noticed the men moaning more, and when the black man came first, he did so without warning or concern of pulling out.

Hot shots of black sperm were forcefully shot deep inside her, the man going balls deep to ensure his cum reached the deepest parts of her body, flooding her womb with what she assumed was a very virile seed.

The white man lasted just long enough for his friend to finish, waiting for her legs to give out before he unleashed his orgasm across her face. Now down on her knees yet again, she moaned as white lines of cum shot across her nose, eyes, cheeks and hair. Such volume seemed unnatural, but she was constantly surprised by what Americans could do.

“Okay … you can pass now.”

“Th-Thank you,” she moaned, her face glazed with cum while more poured from her pussy, her walk becoming a limp as she left the room and continued down the hallway.

Feeling the effects of so much lust slowly encompassing her brain, she now struggled to focus on her goals. Reaching her husband and son, that was what mattered most, even though she felt no desire to clean the giant loads of cum from her cum-drunken face.

Leaving it on however quickly became a problem, for as she reached another nearby door, a nearby group of men took notice. Her high heels in combination with her weak legs made escape seem impossible, and while she still attempted to reach her husband’s room, the men were faster.

“Come here,” said the Arabic leader, grabbing her dress and nearly tearing it, “we saved an empty room for you.”

Pushed and shoved into another empty patient’s room, Fatima’s hijab and dress were completely torn free, ripping the dress and tossing it aside while the men forced her onto the nearby bed.

Level 9 – Gang Bang

“Filthy whore … we’re going to give you exactly what you deserve!”

These men were far less kind than the Americans, and with her face receiving several slaps from each of them, her whining became a surprising treat. The cum on her face was quickly smeared onto the hospital bed, now replaced with spit from each of the Arabic men.

Oh god they’re trying to rape me … oh fuck yes … please … don’t hold back

Now fully nude, her body was reduced to little more than a punching bag. Her tits and thighs were slapped, her stomach was punched and painfully pressed down, and as the men finished undressing her hair was yanked, her head pushed and shoved while they continued slapping her face.

Climbing atop the bed, Fatima had no desire to resist the men, not from sexual enjoyment, but the fear of what might happen if she refused them. Crawling atop one of the men, she could feel his cock press into her pussy while another mounted her from behind, a larger cock pressing into her asshole. Of course the last man took her mouth, but instead of making her suck him off, he instead presented his ass, spreading his cheeks in her face.

No longer a stranger to rimming, she pushed her lips against the puckered brown hole as other men ravaged her oravices. It was made clear rather quickly that these men had no respect for her, their hands squeezing and groping her to the point of pain, thrusting as hard as possible, grunting, punching and slapping her the entire time.

“Filthy bitch … fucking whore …”

Fatima could only moan, pushing her tongue into the man’s asshole while her body ached with both pleasure and pain. She never expected the men to be so rough, but even as they beat her, choked her and treated her like garbage, she still couldn’t control her own pleasure, reaching another orgasm as the man fucking her asshole nearly choked her out.

Allowed to breathe at the last moment, her pussy quivered and suddenly squirted, the orgasm leaving her more broken and cum drunk than before while soaking the bed. The men hardly tolerated her pleasure, beating her harder while she squealed and groaned.

Yes! Beat me! I’m such a whore! Punish me for being a bad wife and mother!

Having very little resistance left in her, she never fought back against the assault, cumming from their angry hate-fuck. By the time the men finished, her pussy and asshole had been filled with cum, with one more load shot in her face.

Bruises were starting to form on her as the men kicked her out of bed, shoving her out the door and down the hallway with hardly a thank you.

“Go on, bitch,” grunted one of the men, “You passed.”

Still in high heels, it had become even more difficult to limp, her body weakened and her mind swirling from everything that had happened. To make it worse, there now seemed to be men patrolling the hospital, and before she knew it she was stopping at each one of them, ready to service their cocks along the way.

Another messy blow job, a quick rim job, a rough fuck against the wall, she did her best to make sure each of them came. With every load, every dick and every fuck her willpower and resolve weakened, making every step toward her husband’s hospital room that much harder.

The end was finally in sight however, and with her stomach filled to the brim with cum, her pussy and asshole leaving a trail of white slime behind her, she finally reached the door and opened it, stepping inside.

“H-Honey,” she moaned, her voice breaking from a series of recent throat fucks, “I-I made it.”

Her surprise was hardly noticeable as she found a group of men gathered around her husband’s bed, their cocks out while they blocked her view of him.

“Gotta get through us too, Muslim slut.”

Level 10 – Bukkake

With the intentions of drenching her in cum, Fatima didn’t question it any longer, wobbling over and allowing their hands to grope, move and force her into position. Taking her from all sides, she once more found every one of her holes being stuffed with stranger dicks.

Yes! More! Ruin me in front of my husband! I don’t care anymore!

Having orgasmed multiple times on the way up, her brain had slowly turned to cum-drunk mush, and more sex merely left her groaning and cumming again, the men laughing at how easily they were able to use her.

Of course this being the final stretch of her gauntlet, the men made sure to make it a big finale. Seeing how her pussy was already rather loose and lubed from all the sex, two of them laughed as they shoved both cocks directly into her pussy, watching her pleasure turn into shock.

“Dirty slut, your pussy is so loose and ruined we can fit both our cocks in it!”

Now having her pussy fucked by two at once, her ass stuffed with another, and her throat fucked, Fatima could hardly handle it all. Not like she had much of a choice, as the men were going to use her all they wanted until satisfied.

Oh god what if they choke me to death … I … I think it might make me cum …

And satisfied they were, blasting at least two loads each into her body before finally feeling finished. Pushing and shoving her toward the bed now, she was allowed to lean against her husband, her face near his while the men gathered once more, stroking over her face, their plan to give her a parting gift, one thick bukkake.

Shot after shot, glob after glob of chunky white sperm was shot and gushed across her face, something she never resisted, even while being next to her husband. Thick yellow loads of chunky, smelly cum plastered her blissful expression. White slime covered her eyes, her nose, forehead, lips, cheeks and hair, oozing down her neck onto her tits and thighs. When finished, the men were finally able to relax their dicks, grinning and watching as she slowly turned to her husband, at long last able to check on him.

To her horror, she suddenly realized her husband wasn’t breathing, and as cum dripped down her face and body, she looked at the men, pleading for their help. Their smiles showed how little help they’d actually be, but of course they had a reason, one she simply didn’t understand.

“There’s no helping your husband, slut,” said one of them tugging his cock, “He died last night. He’s been dead since yesterday.”

Oh God, Oh God I’m going to cum … don’t let them notice … oh fuck

Looking stunned, she could hardly believe it, but vague memories of the men from last night slowly returned, hearing them mention something about her husband, “Flat-lining,” while they fucked her senseless.

Mixed between sorrow and cum-drunken-bliss, Fatima leaned against her husband, unsure if she should start crying or masturbating. The men had her answer however, their cocks now aimed at her and her husband.

“Wh-Wait … wh-what about my son?”

Level 11 – Piss

More laughter, and streams of golden liquid began suddenly spraying her, splashing and soaking both her and her husband’s body. Her hand quickly moved to her cum filled pussy, and as she played with herself, she felt another orgasm building.

“Oh that twerp? He jumped off the roof last night, hahaha. Hit the pavement on the other side of the building.”

My son too? Oh fuck … It’s so warm … I can’t … can’t stop it … cumming *&^$^!

Fatima’s cum-drunken state simply couldn’t handle anymore, and with her mind already broken, another orgasm wracked her body, her eyes closed as hot piss washed over her entire body, leaving her in a blissful state of horrified orgasmic pleasure.

The men’s laughter continued, as they knew she was entirely broken, nothing more than a walking piece of meat to pleasure their cocks with. Her family was gone, her identity was gone, all that remained was pleasure, and as she opened her mouth to swallow whatever piss she could, the men smiled, and pulled out their phones to record it.

“Can’t wait to show her son this,” whispered one of the men.

“So long as he pays up that is.”

Fatima heard none of it, simply allowing herself to lose all control, another orgasm causing her to gush piss on the floor as she shuddered and came, her tears lost amongst the pouring yellow piss.

The thick and creamy bukkake she had been given was now being washed free, mostly onto her husband’s lifeless face. Fingering her pussy, Fatima continued to groan, her own piss soaking the floor as her mouth was held open, waiting for it to fill completely before she gulped it down.

Piss … cum … cum … dead … husband … dead … cum … cum

Fatima had reached the end, turning her into a broken sex doll. Only later would she come back to her senses, just long enough, to wonder if the men would make her do it all over again at her husband’s funeral.

THE END