Ek ladki ka jiske sath mene kaise puri 3 rat tak maza kiya aur uski chudai ki pyas bujai me agali kahani me bataunga. And ha doato me sab story un lad...i ya bhabhi ya aunty ko pucke hi post karta kabhi unke bina permission ke koi bhi story post nahi ki.Un emails me se ek email aarti ka tha(name changed for privacy) usne muje pucha ki kya tumne jo story liki he kya voh sach me he ki bas aise hi likh di.Mene kaha me jo kuch kiya he voh sab kuch usme likha he muje sokh he post karne ka so mene kiya. I craved a man who would take my body and turn it into a thing. Because that’s all it ever was. I thing which enable my mind to think. My mind was my own my body was his property.We met over drinks and talked about everything, from feminism to politics to reality TV and as the night wore on he would smile and lean a little closer and whisper in my ear ?if you come with me right now, everything you have ever wanted can be yours?, i whispered back ?what do i want?? he smiled and looked me. He learned that the woman was the widow of a prominent businessman in Kabul who, it was rumored, had been murdered by the Taliban for views that were considered friendly to the West. He understood that having attended the Sorbonne in Paris the woman was highly educated and quite sophisticated.She had the figure of a ballet dancer, willowy from her ankles to her shoulders. Her neck was long and graceful, her breasts, from what Chuck could see were petite. She had long black hair which she did in. As soon as he finished spraying his cum on my face another player took his place and again put his cock to my mouth. Again my hair was tugged hard and as I again cried out in pain his cock was thrust in my mouth. I was horrified as it continued on and on, player after player. To them it all seemed to be no big deal like it was okay for them all to use me like that. I didn’t think it was ever going to stop until. . . I woke up in a cold sweat having just had another horrible nightmare. I.