Hafida the Moroccan (part three)

The story so far....My drunken wife, a waiter and a bellboy are in my hotel room, and my wife is naked....

He lowered himself an inch or so. His knob spread her pussy lips apart, coming into contact with her inner labia. He paused then clenched his buttocks, so forcing the big head of his huge cock into her tight hole. There was a definite 'OH!' from my wife. He pulled back a little, the now slick head of his big cock coming into view for a split second before he pushed it into her. She grunted as she was stretched wide. My deflowering of her was almost inconsequential to this.

A Muslim girl's body is the strict domain of her husband. Sex outside of marriage can, and often does, mean death in some cultures. Morocco is not one of them, but we were all eligible for five years in prison.

Hafida now had five inches of a total strangers cock in her. I reached for the cell phone in my trouser pocket, and quickly took a snap of the two of them coupled together by his big dick. I had her. Any argument from her now,
and I could blackmail her into compliance. That moment suddenly seemed to be nearer than I had thought. Hafida placed her hands on the waiters chest and tried to push him off. He was having none of that. He barked two words at her. She stopped struggling. Her eyes filled with tears. None of this impressed our well-endowed hero though. Having got his cock into her, he was determined to fuck her.

He spoke again, this time softly, reassuring, cajoling. She shifted her hands to her knees. She was holding her own legs up now, her face red with the effort of taking this guy's massive penis, and no doubt, with self-pity. The bellboy and I had a grandstand view. Hafida's pussy was stretched to the limit, forming a tight 'O' around the waiters thick shaft. We stood watching the pair on the bed. We both had our cocks in our hands, masturbating as we watched him arch his back slightly and clench his buttocks again. Hafida noisily sucked in a lungful of air as he pushed his big dick right on into her; all twenty centimetres or more of it, until his balls were resting on her backside. It must have felt as though he'd got his arm in her.

Slowly, he started to withdraw. Almost all the way out, until we could see the rim of his knob. His shaft was shiny with her juice. He pushed back in, all the way in one stroke, and then began to fuck her. Only slowly at first but with ever increasing speed until he was pumping furiously. Then suddenly he stopped. He slowly withdrew, the big head slipping out of her now gaping hole. He quickly re positioned it, then eased himself back into her, resuming his enjoyment of her with long, steady, slow strokes. Hafida's ooooh's and aaaah's (a sure sign an orgasm is building in her) kept time with the waiters thrusting buttocks, and after a minute or so, she was continually moaning loudly, her orgasm fast approaching. The waiter thrust his big cock all the
way home, gritted his teeth and shot his load, deep into her.

Hafida wailed out in a mixture of orgasm and horror. This guy had not only had sex with her, bringing her to orgasm, but had inseminated her as well! A double whammy.

Rolling off her, the waiter grinned rather sheepishly at me, and spoke to the bellboy. The lad's response was to leap onto Hafida. He missed the mark a couple of times, ignoring her wailing, and then he was in her. In one thrust he slammed into her, and started pumping furiously. To my surprise she almost immediately started 'ooh' ing and 'aah' ing! The orgasm brought on by the waiters huge tool pumping her, was being revitalised by the bellboys furious fucking. Hafida, it seemed, was one of those lucky females who had the ability to enjoy 'multiple orgasms'. Continuous orgasmic pleasure for minutes at a time, for as long as someone was fucking her.

Sure enough as the boy was screwing his eyes up, and squirting his baby gravy up her, Hafida was squeezing him with her thighs as she too hit the top. What a fabulous session.

My cock was straining for action, so I dived in as soon as the bellboy moved out. What a mess! She was dripping goo as I squelched enthusiastically into her sopping hole. How it had changed. Gone was the tight girly pussy, replaced by a softer, wider, woman's cunt. The waiter's giant cock had transformed her hole forever. I pumped for a minute, my cock seeming to hardly touch the sides of her pussy, then added to the mess.

Whilst the bellboy and I had been busy with Hafida, the waiter had also been busy. He had seen my digital camera on the dressing table, and had snapped a few of the scenes that Hafida and whichever one of us was busy with her, had presented. He handed me the camera, and without so much as a 'by your leave' to Hafida, rolled her over onto her stomach and, grabbing her hips, heaved her up onto her knees, in the 'doggy style'. He then slipped his still hard cock between her dripping labia, and turned to face the camera with a big smile on his face. Hard to resist. I clicked happily away as he hauled my sobbing wife into various positions so he could be seen as the star in her debauching!

After a few minutes of this, he sat up, and spoke to Hafida. Instead of her usual compliance, all he got was a mystified stare. He looked over at me.
'You no show her how to suck?' he queried. I shook my head.
'Hell, we've only been married a couple of weeks. Hadn't got round to it yet.' His face lit up in understanding.
'So not fuck long? She ver' tight! Nice, like virgin!'
'She was....until you shoved that huge thing into her.' I retorted.
'No worry. Only young. She tight again in morning! I show her how to suck, yes?' He asked with a more than hopeful expression on his face.
'Go ahead! I'll take the pics!'
He spoke gently to her. Her frown and snorted reply didn't hold much promise of 'oral' pics, but his voice dropped a little, slightly authoritarian, threatening maybe?

She tentatively took his penis in her right hand and dipped her head. The pink tip of her tongue appeared and she gingerly touched it against the big head of his cock. She looked over at me.
'You bad man. Make me bad girl. You go Hell. Me too.' I'd made her a bad girl? Funny, looked to me like she'd jumped on the path to Hell with both feet, no assistance from me needed.
'You can always go back home to your family....' I said quietly. '....you don't have to come to Europe with me....' She scowled at me. 'I'll send you a copy of the pictures....as a souvenir!'
This was make or break time. How would she react to my threats? She stared at me for a second or two, a little time being needed for the implications of what I'd just said, to sink in. Then her shoulders dropped a fraction, signalling acceptance of defeat and her head dropped to the waiters fleshy monster. I'd won! She given in!

With hesitation she ran her tongue along her top lip, trying the taste of semen for the first time. She glanced up at him, and a shadow of a smile flickered across her face.
'Is all men want? To make woman sticky?' She had the idea. And summed it up neatly too! The youngest amongst us was also keen to make a woman sticky. His cock stood rigidly to attention, his face pink with excitement. The waiter issued another order, and Hafida bent to her task again. This guy had magic in his voice. She obeyed his every word. This time with no hesitation she took the young bellboy in her mouth and began to give him his first, and her second, blow job!

The waiter spoke urgently to her, and a second or so later, the bellboy's body shook, and Hafida coughed and gagged as she followed the waiters instructions to swallow the semen being shot into her mouth. Lifting her head, she looked at me and said,
'Your friends enjoy your wife, yes? You no sorry they do all this with her?' Her tone was half accusatory, half questioning.
'No my dear! In fact it's quite a turn on to see you performing. Especially as you're so good at it.' Her eyes lingered on mine. She was trying to work out if I was being cruel, or just telling the truth.

More about Hafida later.