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about Fatima….It was Friday night.Fatima´s life was a mess and she knew it. She had lost her job and because of bureaucracy, she can NOT get a meeting about getting welfare before Thursday. She was behind with everything; her phone has already gone dead and she is also behind with the rent. Talking to her relatives is out of the question. They don´t have any contact any more, due to her wild past. It was one small photo-shoot where all she did was take her clothes off and pose a little. Several of her friends had done the same, but they did not have her ethnic background. There was a loud knock on the front door. No, not the buzzer, so it was some-one who had access to the apartment building and that limited the number of callers considerably. She looked through the peep-hole. “Oh, FUCK!” she mumbled under her breath. It was the landlord. Or perhaps he just was the caretaker, because he was somewhere in his thirties and did not seem like the kind of man who owned two buildings in Copenhagen´s hip Nørrebro. He lived in the apartment above her. Fatima knew she had to think, and think fast!She checked herself in the mirror. She looked okay, because she had been out for her last pack of cigarettes less the an hour earlier. She was wearing grey sweat-pants and a tight white t-shirt. Nothing flashy, but it would have to do.She opened the door.“About the rent…” the landlord began. Was his name carl?She could not really remember, it was something with a “C”. She grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and dragged him into the apartment. Then she pulled the door shut with a bare foot. He was trying to get free from her, but she was not going to let him go.“Can´t we let the rent wait a few days?” she purred and tried to kiss him.“Wait, that is why..”She had taken some self defence lessons. She put a leg behind his, pushed him, and since she did not let go, she fell with him. She took advantage of his confusion, rolled over on the floor. Now alsancak escort she was under him. Somehow, he got hold of both her wrists and held them above her head with one hand. “I´m helpless now” she said with a wry smile.“Yes, but”“You can do anything “she interrupted and blinked one with one big, brown eye. “List…“I want to try being taken rou…She was finally silenced when he put a hand over her mouth.“Will you listen now?” he tried again. She nodded under him. This was one of her fantasies, has been as long as she could remember, but with different variations. There had also been teachers and doctors and policemen involved at different times. “Your old folks came by the office today. With the rest for this and next months…He removed the hand from her mouth. “What?” she said with disbelief.“They heard you lost the job…”She tried to blow a few strains of jet black hair away from her face. Now her also let go of her wrists.“There is even some cash for you..”“Okay…Good, because I am really broke…He was about to get up. But she grabbed both his wrists. Their eyes were locked together for a relatively long time. Maybe five seconds. “But you rent was late, after all” he said slowly, testing. “I will do anything to avoid paying an extra fee…Sir!”She blinked again. Over exaggerated. He looked around. The door to the tiny bathroom was ajar, he could see a black, silky kimono on the floor. “Perhaps we need to find a…stop-word” he said, leaning forwards in order to grab the kimono and thereby easing the weight on her body. She would be able to get free without any trouble. He pulled the belt free of the kimono. “Do you realize how difficult it is for an Arabic girl? Most men gets scarred and run…I want 24 hours, including sleep…and no stop-word!”She held he arms towards him. Her wrists were held close, so he could tie her easily. “I want..12 hours…with an option for another 24 hours,” he said while escort alsancak he was making a nook out of one end of the belt, “and the stop-word will be…Buffalo”He held the nook in front of her hands. A pair of Buffalo´s were standing behind her. She put her finger on the nook. “I don´t need a stop-word”“But you have it. No one says you have to use it.”She had one hand inside the nook now. There was a glow in her eyes now. “You are the one that needs the stop-word, sir”Both hands were inside, so he quickly tighten the nook. Then he got up and dragged her towards the bathroom. Then he tied the other end of the belt to a drain-pipe. She wiggled herself into the tiny bathroom. “Mhhh” she moaned. He put his hand on her groin. She had one leg in the shower booth and one on the toilet. He sat kneeling over her, but not facing her. His other hand slid in under the sweatpants.“No underwear?“Well, I didn´t really expect to be harassed tonight, sir…“Yet you seem freshly shaven…“I think all Arabic girls do that…“You´re not a virgin are you?“Of cause not, i´m 22”Two of his fingers penetrated her pussy. “So wet…did you pee you pants?“No..”“There is something with your computer-settings we need to look at by the way,” he said, “you network is open…“aha”nothing could interest her less right now.“So when you find porn and stream it to your TV people upstairs can see it too..“Ohh..His fingers were fucking her cunt slowly, teasing her. So he knew some of the stuff she had found on pornHub and on Xhamsters. So what?She had done a pretty good job at making clear what she wanted from him anyway. He was sitting on his knees above her belly now and he opened his pant and took his cock out. “You know, you watch some pretty kinky movies, Fatima…“Fuck you…”She tried to spit at him. It landed on his thigh.“Can you remember the stop word?“Can you?” she snapped back, but blinked twice with her right eye. He was still fingering her, alsancak escort bayan when a long jet of piss shot all over her upper body.“Alhajin…”She called him and lifted her head. He began to pee steadily, soaking her t-shirt, pissing on her beautiful face, aiming also at her mouth. She was moving violently under him.“Don´t tell me you are gonna come, Fatima..“Noooo” she moaned. But she was. Two fingers fucking her and a gentle thumb rubbing her clit while he was pissing on her. His stream slowly dried out while she climaxed. Her dark nipples protruded through the wet fabric of her white tee. She turned her head, spat a little piss out into the floor drain. He rolled her over. She got to lie on her belly on the wet bathroom floor. He moved backwards, pulling her sweat pants down to her knees. He could see that she had her hands on the knot now, untying it would not be a big task. “a****l!” she sneered.“No, an a****l would just fuck your gorgeous ass,” he said as he lifted he hips off the floor. She got up on elbows and knees. He slapped her behind, just because it was there and because he could, then his finger penetrated her cunt. “I am, of cause gonna do that before I let you go, Fatima…”The finger went from pussy to ass. She moaned softly. He had an erection and he parted her knees. Her moaning grew louder as she could feel his cock against her pussy. The he penetrated her. “Pig!” she said with a finger deep in her rear and a cock in her pussy. He began fucking.“You love it, Fatima..”He could see her face. He could also see that she had let go of the belt. “Don´t..make me suck..“What did you say?”“Don´t make me suck you till you come in my mouth, sir…She blinked at him, a bit too obvious. He kept on fucking her for about a minute or so. He knew that he was going to come quick anyway.“NO!” she said as he climbed towards her head. She did not turn her head away, though.“Ohh yes, my bitch..He was nervous. He had a firm grip of her loooong black hair as he lifted her head off the floor. She did not resist.“Ple..” she began, before he close her mouth with his cock. No she did not bite. She was sucking him as if her life depended on making him come. He made sure she could not escape him ejaculating in her mouth.
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