Tina Carson Ch. 10

The room was bare except for a bed.

Tina stood in front of him, swaying in her 4" heels. Her chest was heaving as her breath came in deep gasps.

Jasim quickly undressed her, there was no time to wait, others would want the room shortly.

He stripped off his clothes and stood before Tina. He wished she could have been more aware of what he was going to give her but he just needed to fuck her now. The rest could come later.

He lay her down on the bed and taking hold of her ankles spread her legs wide open before climbing in between them. His cock dangled in front of Tina's face but she was completely unaware of it, which was probably a good thing.

Jasim was true to his name. He really was great, big and huge. His cock was curved like a scimitar blade and was 9" of thick, hard tissue with veins that pulsated and throbbed as the blood pumped through them to engorge his shaft.

He brought the bulbous head up to Tina's wet and willing pussy. He stroked up and down eliciting small gasps of pleasure from her. He pushed forward.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHH ..." Tina gave a massive sigh as his swollen head, meeting with some resistance, breached her pussy lips.

He pushed again.

"UUUNNNNGGGG ..." Tina grunted as his giant cock slid further inside, stretching her pussy to it's limits.

He drove into her filling her completely. She writhed beneath his body, her pussy trying hard to adapt to the forceful invasion of his huge cock.

As he drove into her pussy he took hold of her large breasts, grasping, fondling and caressing them, pinching at her hard erect nipples, eliciting gasps of unknown pleasure from Tina. He leant forward taking a large nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it greedily, tugging at it with his teeth, nibbling it, feeling it grow larger and even more erect. Tina moaned in delight.

His large curved cock hit her g-spot and she exploded in a frenzied orgasm, a wave of heat flooding her entire body as her juices spurted free and unfettered and streamed in rivulets down her legs. She shuddered as a blinding flash of light jolted her senses.

Jasim could have carried on for longer but knew that before long others would be knocking on the door. Driving harder and faster he pummelled Tina's pussy as she writhed beneath him, her hips moving in tandem with each of his thrusts. She was moaning continually as her climax began to grow deep inside. Jasim too was nearly there. He could feel the tell tale sign as his balls began to boil.

Tina came for a second time just as he did. With a roar he exploded sending long strings of his sticky white fluid cascading deep inside her. Five, six, seven times his cock throbbed, discharging his seed into her ravaged pussy until it slowed and finally subsided to nothing.

He was gasping for breath as he pulled his semi erect cock free and watched as some of his cum followed to trickle down towards her puckered ass hole. He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed tight and her mouth was twisted in pleasurable pain as the glorious orgasm she'd experienced continued to ravage her body. She was shuddering from the aftershocks, her fist's clenching and twisting at the bedding whilst her passion slowly abated. The muscles in Jasim's stomach clenched into a knot of desire. He already wanted her again. He began to stroke his magnificent cock.

It was the persistent slight tapping noise that stopped him. He pulled on his trousers and irritatedly opened the door to find a contrite looking Abdul Aziz standing there.

"What do you want!" He was seething. How dare this impudent man interrupt him.

"I am sorry to offend you Jasim but you have had a most urgent telephone call. It is your father!" Abdul Aziz was most apologetic. "He requests that you return his call immediately!"

The message delivered he turned away and ignoring the stream of profanity that poured forth from Jasim's mouth busied himself in the storage space at the side of the room. He was hoping that if he lingered long enough he might catch a glimpse of the white woman's naked body.

Jasim burst angrily from the room, slamming the door shut behind him as he stormed down the stairs. Abdul Aziz smiled with delight. He knew that Jasim was in for a lot of grief when he got to speak to his father. He had not sounded at all happy when he had rung.

He heard a noise, which jolted him from his thoughts about Jasim's father and what he was going to say to his son. He knew it wouldn't be a short conversation. He spun around. It was unmistakable. It was the sound of the woman. His eyes opened wide as he saw the door to the room swing slowly open. His heart leapt into his mouth. In his haste to leave, Jasim had failed to secure the door properly and Abdul Aziz could now see inside.

He crept closer and tentatively peered inside the room.

His stomach turned over at the sight. There, on the bed lay the white woman. She was naked and her legs were still wide apart. She was writhing gently on top of the bed and moaning softly as she came down from her sexual high.

Abdul Aziz nervously licked his lips and gulped. Here it was. Here was his chance to finally lay with a young white woman if he dared.

He turned and looked down the stairs, craning his head and cocking an ear to hear if anyone was nearby. Satisfied he would be alone and comforted by the thought that Jasim wouldn't be returning any time soon he turned and entered the room. He licked his lips again, his mouth dry, as he lowered his trousers.

His cock was already hard and he knew entry would be easy due to the amount of Jasim's cum that he could clearly see seeping from her pussy. Even though the thought of putting his cock into Jasim's cum was distasteful to him the urgent need to fuck the woman overcame his reservations.

Even in her soporific state Tina felt the bed sink as Abdul Aziz climbed on to kneel between her legs. She moaned as she felt them moved wider apart and gasped for breath when she felt something heavy press her down into the mattress as he lay on top of her. She felt calloused hands grasping and squeezing her breasts and was aware of hot breath on her face and the sickly smell of bad breath as lips were forced against hers.

She felt rough stubble as it scratched across her skin as the lips mashed against hers, kissing her hard. She didn't know what she was doing as she returned his kisses. But she was eager to please, so parted her lips to accept his persistent tongue inside her mouth. Her tongue met his and they swirled together in a growing frenzy of passion.

Abdul Aziz was ecstatic. Finally, his day had come! Reluctantly dragging himself off her he grabbed hold of his rigid cock and lined it up with the juicy pink cunt before him. He pushed forward.

Tina jolted at the suddenness of his entry, grunting loudly at the shock. She felt something thick fill her pussy and was just as aware when it was pulled out before once more it was driven deep inside her again. And then it happened again. And then again. Faster this time. And again, faster still. She was grunting loudly with every thrust forward of his cock and gasping every time it was withdrawn. Her legs closed instinctively around the waist of the man on top of her and she dug her fingers deep into his arms as she continued to be fucked.

Abdul Aziz was beside himself with excitement. Everything he had ever dreamed about had become true. White pussy was as good as they said it was. White women were whores who just loved to fuck. But they deserved it. The revealing clothes they wore, showing off their breasts and legs and the way they made up their faces. It was true, all of it. They were whores and had to be treated as such.

Grinning inanely he hammered his cock inside the woman over and over again. She was grunting repeatedly now and holding on to him even tighter, her fingers clawing into the flesh of his shoulders. He groped her large tits, loving the feel of the flesh in his hands and fingered her hard erect nipples. As he flexed his hips he lowered his mouth to one of her breasts. He took as much as he could into his mouth and sucked and slobbered all over it, his teeth biting and tugging at her hard engorged nipple. He ploughed into her pussy, his strokes deep and long and hard. Not only was he fighting the clock but he also knew he was not going to last much longer.

Tina felt no emotion as Abdul Aziz fucked her. She was unaware of what she was doing. Only her body was reacting to the sex. She cried out as she reached another climax, her whole body shaking and trembling as Abdul Aziz came to his peak. She felt the hotness of his cum as it spurted from his cock to join what was left of Jasim's copious deposits that still remained deep inside her ravaged cunt.

* * * * *

Tina awoke with a start. She looked groggily around her before she realised she was in bed in her hotel room. Jim was softly snoring beside her. It was obviously morning as she could see a chink of daylight through the gap in the curtains. But she had no recollection of how she had got back to the hotel. In fact her memory of the entire evening was hazy at best. But she knew her head was pounding and she had a dull ache behind her eyes

Desperate for relief she got up and went into the bathroom. Flinching in pain as she wiped herself dry, she was surprised to see her pussy lips were bright red and very sore. But as she turned to flush the toilet she gasped in horror as she glanced into the bowl and could see huge globs of white cum floating suspended in the water.

"On my God!" she muttered to herself, "what have I done!"

Memories drifted in and out. Imagined or real, she had no idea. One thing she knew for a fact though was she'd been fucked and judging by the state of her pussy lips, fucked very hard indeed.

It was when she showered she realised how sore her breasts were and it was looking in the mirror afterwards when she first saw the bite marks. They were small and incongruous but all the same they were still bite marks. Horrified she masked them with skin cream, dressed quickly and went down for breakfast. She was joined shortly afterwards by a very bright and perky looking Jim.

"Morning darling," he cooed, I hope you're not mad with me about last night; after all it wasn't my fault."

"What time did you get in?" Tina asked hesitantly, fearing the worst.

"Oh it was late," Jim breezed cheerily, "you were already tucked up in bed fast asleep when I got back."

"Anyway, I understand Jasim took care of you; well that's what he told me when I got back last night. He was just walking down our corridor when I got out of the lift. He does work long hours, I hope he gets well paid for it."

So there it was. Jasim. It must have been Jasim who'd fucked her. She felt her face flush slightly as she looked guiltily at Jim. As usual he appeared oblivious to what, in her mind, he should clearly see was happening in front of his eyes.

"So, what are we doing today then. What do you want to go and look at first. I've also got a couple of places I would like to see as well," Jim enthused, "so we better get a move on."

* * *

Tina stormed into the bar at the hotel. She was seething as her thoughts concerning her husband boiled to the surface again. They'd argued. It was supposed to be her day but he'd been such a fucking prick. He couldn't even be bothered to take her to the museum she wanted to visit. Instead, HE wanted to go on a tour of the local football stadium ... the selfish bastard!

Rudely shouting out her order to the barman she got a drink, a tall, strong drink and angrily took a seat. Totally unaware she was now the subject of some scrutiny, she sighed loudly as she sat down. She irritatedly crossed her legs, causing her skirt to ride high.

Henri Baudin removed his spectacles and carefully folded his newspaper, neatly placing it on the table in front of him. He was a dapper man dressed in a sports jacket and cavalry twill trousers. He was in his late fifties, tall with thinning grey hair. He often frequented this bar for his mid morning coffee. At first he had resented the loudness of the intrusion but as he gazed at the vision before him he relaxed.

He looked over to where Tina had seated herself. He noticed her shapely legs, especially her tanned, bare skinned thighs. Her blue skirt was very short and now she had crossed her legs she had revealed a lot of flesh, a fact he liked a lot.

His gaze wandered up to her impressive breasts, straining against her tight fitting, scoop neck white tee shirt. He even imagined he could make out her nipples through the fabric.

Dragging his eyes away from her breasts, he saw she had long blonde hair, although it was mostly hidden beneath her beige coloured sun hat. He nodded to himself. Yes she was attractive, not beautiful mind but certainly very attractive.

Removing her sun hat, Tina then rummaged in her bag bringing out a tissue. She dabbed at her eyes wiping away the start of a tear.

Damn Jim she sniffled, I'll go and look at the museum on my own. I'll show him. She wiped away another tear.

Henri stood and walked over. "Pardon me Mademoiselle, I couldn't help but notice ... but are you alright?"

"Oh, hello ... erm ... yes I'm fine thank you," she sniffled again.

"Well you don't look fine my dear," Henri replied taking a seat next to her. He leaned forward, placing a hand on her knee. "My name is Henri Baudin. I'm sure I can help you if you would like ..."

Tina looked up into his kindly, concerned face and burst into tears. The whole story flooded out.

She told him her name was Tina Carson. She told him how her husband had won the golfing magazine competition, how he was only playing golf on two of the four days, how he said he would go with her to see the things she wanted to see on the other two, how he had not made it back the first night, although that was not his fault. She left out the part where Jasim had fucked her.

And now their big argument and how he'd gone on the tour of the football stadium anyway and she'd come back to the hotel.

Henri was tremendously sympathetic. "This is outrageous, how can your husband do this to you. The man is a fool, he is obviously a man with no moral fibre."

Tina gulped in agreement, tears still in her eyes.

"I know what you need," Henri declared, "Champagne! It is the cure for all of life's ailments!"

"A bottle of your finest Champagne," he yelled at the barman, "et deux verres s'il vous plaît."

"Oh no ... please there's no need. I don't actually like champagne," she added timidly.

"Nonsense," Henri retorted, "this is not the swill you buy at your local supermarché, this is France's finest, grown from vineyards planted centuries ago where the grape is nurtured and revered, the terroir tended with love and appreciation. I can assure you, you will not have experienced a taste like it. The bubbles will burst on your tongue releasing a sensation to your palate the like of which you will never have felt before."

Tina looked at Henri. She couldn't help but be moved by his obvious passion.

The champagne was brought to their table. Henri dismissively waving away the barman.

"I will pour," he said.

He handed Tina a glass and just as she was about to take a drink ...

"Non!" he shouted, stopping Tina with a jolt. "Tina, you must look at the champagne first, to take in it's colours in the glass, holding it up to the light to see the subtle nuances before you then take a deep sniff, savouring the aroma, picking out and appreciating the fruity flavours. Then and only then do you take a drink. Not a small sip but a generous mouthful. That way you can experience the sensation of the bubbles exploding in your mouth before you swallow."

Tina did as she was told and as she took her first drink felt Henri's fingers return to her leg. They moved lightly from her knee, rubbing up along the smooth expanse of her shapely thigh before they were removed.

And there it is, she thought. That moment when older men decide they want me. What is it that attracts them to me like honey bees to pollen? Have I got 'available to older men' tattooed on my forehead?

It had always seemed to Tina that on nights out she only attracted older men. Men of her own age seemed to avoid her for some reason. However it was also a fact that she had succumbed several times to the attentions of these older men, a fact she wasn't particularly proud of.

The first time had been the neighbour from across the street. Bob Williams had fucked her when she was barely eighteen. Then there had been Duncan Brown, the father of her errant boyfriend Frankie when she was nineteen. And then there was Jim and Gloria Braithwaite, a randy older couple who'd double teamed her just after her engagement to Jim. And latterly, Sid Jenkins and Klaus Winklemann. The thought of those two made her shudder.

And here was Henri Baudin. Charming Henri. Suave, sophisticated Henri. Randy Henri!

"More champagne cherie?" Henri asked holding the bottle towards her glass.

"Yes please Henri, it really is very nice," she replied with a smile. She was already feeling better. Sod Jim she thought briefly as she took another sip of the delicious fizzy drink.

For the next half hour they chatted and drank. Henri was very interested in Tina's desire to see the various museums and attractions that were located in the city. Tina on the other hand was stimulated by Henri's knowledge of the places she wanted to visit. He was clearly an expert and when he suggested that perhaps he could show her the best, she jumped at the chance.

"Will your husband be alright with this?" Henri asked as they stood to leave.

"I really don't care one way or the other," a slightly inebriated Tina replied.

The first place they visited, at Henri's insistence was an art gallery. It was an exhibition of works by a local artist. As this was the opening day of an official showing they had champagne glasses thrust into their hands as soon as they entered. It was different to Henri's bottle from the hotel but just as good.

Henri stood close to Tina as he explained the deeper meaning of the paintings, of what the artist was attempting to interpret. Tina was impressed with his knowledge and the way he patiently explained things to her. He didn't treat her like a fool and she didn't mind when he slipped an arm around her waist.

Her face was glowing with pleasure as Henri's smooth accented voice washed over her. This is most pleasant she thought as a warm fuzzy sensation flooded her body.

From the art gallery Henri took her to a museum. Not the one she originally wanted to go to, this one he told her, was far superior. It actually wasn't. Henri just wanted to avoid any chance of Tina's husband Jim turning up unexpectedly.

As they wandered around the museum, Henri took every opportunity that he could to touch Tina. He would brush past her when she was looking at an exhibit or coax her forward with a discreet hand on her ass cheeks.

Henri was enjoying himself immensely. Her breasts were very large but still firm and her ass was tight. She had seemingly recovered well following child birth. And the thought she had a child at home only served to increase his lust for her hot body. She was a young MILF.

Tina, for her part, either didn't seem to notice Henri's growing attentions or perhaps, as the champagne took it's toll, didn't seem to mind.

The last place on his cultural tour was a visit to a mansion.

Tina gasped in awe as the taxi swept through the wrought iron gates and down the long, tree lined driveway.

"Oh Henri, this is so beautiful," she enthused as they drew up outside the front entrance.

They walked into the stunning entrance hall and Tina stopped suddenly, her mouth open in awe. Henri didn't seem to notice that she had stopped and walked straight into the back of her, grabbing her around her waist as he bumped into her. He ground his growing hard on into her ass.