What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 06

Emma walked out of the hotel into the warmth of the Parisian night. She was looking for a bar, just somewhere to sit and read her novel over a glass of wine or two. But she was also looking for some less innocent fun. She had felt horny all day; only that morning Tom had buggered her over the desk in her office and had left her with an itch in her arsehole and a desperate need to satisfy it. She had wanted his cum too, to feel it spurting in her bottom, raining down on her breasts or filling her sucking mouth and slithering down her throat, but he had withheld that as well. It was almost as if he had been trying to make her horny. So now she would meet someone in a bar, flirt outrageously with them and then end the evening on her hands and knees being soundly buggered. She used to be coy about her preference for anal sex, pretending instead to be in the middle of her period and shyly suggesting that they could "try the other way", but since she had discovered the magical cock-hardening effect of the phrase "I really love it up the arse" she had had no qualms about using it.

She recalled the last time she had been in Paris, a weekend with Tom. They were eating in a restaurant and a good-looking Arab waiter was giving her the eye, ogling her boobs. Tom saw what was going on too, and she saw his excitement. Sometimes she wondered whether Tom got more pleasure from watching other men fuck her than he did from fucking her himself! She went to the lavatory and pretended to adjust her make-up. About three minutes later the waiter came in and locked the door of the ladies' from the inside. He stood behind her and kissed her neck, his hands immediately going to her breasts. He squeezed and fondled her jugs, lifting them out of her top so that he could pinch her large, stiff nipples. His hands travelled down her body to lift her skirt. He fingered her sodden cunt through the gusset of her knickers, pressing his erection into the soft cheeks of her arse. Slipping down her panties he brought them to his face and Emma watched as he inhaled deeply, smelling her arousal. She heard a belt buckle and almost immediately felt the large, blunt tip of his cock nudge the lips of her hairy pussy and slip inside.

She hadn't even seen his cock, but there was no doubt as to its size. Still, she knew what it looked like anyway; she had seen enough big Arab pricks in her time. It would be big, brown and circumcised just like the cocks she had seen the time she and Tom had attended an orgy in Amman and five Jordanian men had stood around her and showered her naked tits with their cum. The waiter's cock was doing delicious things to her oozing fanny, but Emma wanted to feel him pounding another orifice. She managed to whisper, "Dans mon cul" and saw the lust in his face as he pulled his huge dick from her sloshing cunt and aimed it at her shithole. He spat onto her puckered anus and she pushed out, as if shitting, to ease his passage into her guts. She felt the monstrous glans of his slippery cock press into the core of her arsehole and enter her. Desperate to be filled up, Emma pushed back against the waiter, sucking more of his huge erection into her shit-box. He smiled at her sluttishness and pushed forward to give her what she wanted. Soon he was entirely buried in her beautiful bottom and, as he began slowly to bugger her, pain gave way to pleasure and Emma's fingers dived into her steamy twat.

The waiter showed no finesse as he sodomised her, simply thrusting his massive dick into her churning rectum so that his heavy, swinging bollocks slapped up against her cunt. Emma was in arse-slut heaven, her shitter totally packed with hard, Arab meat and viscous juices from her hot pussy coating her frigging fingers. She looked at herself in the mirror, her hair flinging to her face with sweat, her baps bouncing on her chest with every lunge of the waiter's cock in her arse. She felt him pull out and realised that her anus was gaping lewdly. He dropped to his knees and she felt his tongue enter her bottom and lick her shit-passage. His tongue felt wonderful in her arsehole, but she also felt maddeningly empty. Weakly, she begged him to fuck her arse more. He stood behind her once more and with a single powerful thrust he sank his cock all the way up her crapper and began to bugger her with renewed vigour, slapping her buttocks as he did so and calling her a slut. She felt an orgasm taking hold of her pussy and radiating out through her body, seizing her breasts and making her erect nipples tingle with pleasure. She was moaning loudly so the waiter stuffed her mouth with her own panties to stifle her moans. The, at precisely the right moment he grabbed her teats and pinched her nipples hard, sending her over the edge into a violent, crashing climax. Then she felt his body stiffen behind her and with a series of short jabs into her arse she realised that the waiter was coming, filling her guts with his thick, spicy load. He pulled his softening cock from her shitter with an obscene farting sound, and taking the panties from her mouth, stuffed them crudely into her no longer puckered shithole.

The waiter stuffed his still semi-erect dick into his trousers and zipping up his fly left Emma alone in the toilet. Hurriedly, she lifted her baps back into her top and smoothed her skirt over her smarting bottom. He hadn't said a word to her in the whole 20 minutes he'd been sodomising her, and she still hadn't seen his cock! Tom had already paid the bill and five minutes later they were back in their room. Emma squatted over her boyfriend and as she pulled her panties from her arsehole she allowed the waiter's creamy jism to ooze from her tortured back passage into his open mouth. Tom licked and sucked at his girlfriend's freshly-fucked pooper as he listened to her describe in pornographic detail exactly how much of a dirty slut she had been. Almost as much of a dirty slut, in fact, as the chubby little chambermaid who had been only too willing to spread her fat cheeks that afternoon for Tom's big cock while Emma was out shopping . . .

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Eighteen year old Shafiq, who was discreetly following his French teacher through the streets of Paris, was beginning to wonder whether the events of that day had actually taken place or whether they were part of some kind of bizarre, perverted dream. He had started the day by walking in on Miss Boswell as Mr Smith was thrusting his oily prick into her shitter and goading her to admit how much she wanted to be anally fucked by Shafiq, and then as he was having an intense wank in the boys' loos, Mr Smith had come in and given him the same treatment. Shafiq wasn't gay, he liked girls alright, he just loved the feeling of having his butt filled. He rarely masturbated without fingering his own arse and tickling his prostate. Sometimes, when his elder sister Shazia was out of the house, he would sneak into her room and steal one of her large dildoes to use on his arse as he pumped his massive rod. He had been fucked by real pricks, of course, mostly his cousin Rahim and a couple of mates at school, and he'd fucked a few lads up the arse too, but what he really lusted after was a woman who would be able to take his enormous schlong up to the balls in her arse. He'd gone out with Sarah Price for a while, attracted mostly by her huge jugs and slutty reputation, but even in spite of her colourful sexual past, his huge phallus proved too large for her tight bottom and he had regretfully returned to fucking her hairy pussy. Shafiq loved hairy cunts. All of the Pakistani girls he'd fucked had been shaven so he never tired of burying his face in Sarah's bushy vadge.

Only one girl had ever managed to take his entire 13 inch dick in her arsehole: his sister Shazia. Shazia, to all outward appearances was a normal conservative girl who wore the hijab and never showed so much as an ankle in public. She was engaged to a man from their mother's village in Pakistan and she was undoubtedly a virgin. A virgin, but not a pure one. Beneath the purdah, Shazia was a slut, pure and simple. Her virginity was preserved because she let her lovers use another hole: the hole she used for shitting. She was quite simply addicted to taking cocks up her arse, the bigger the better. And of course, by far the biggest and best cock belonged to her younger brother. He had been buggering her for over a year now and in return she had initiated him in sexual practices that he had barely imagined before. She wasn't really Shafiq's type physically, she was slim and boyish with small, pointy breasts, but then it wasn't her tits that interested him, it was her tight, pert bottom. She had crept into his room while he was masturbating one Friday afternoon, while their father was at the mosque. Shafiq's head was thrown back, his eyes closed as he ran through his favourite fantasy of fucking the Bollywood film star Kareena Kapoor's shapely arse, when he felt a hot mouth engulf his helmet and looked up to see his naked sister sucking him off. Before he even had time to realise what was happening he began to cum, shooting volleys of adolescent jism into Shazia's mouth which she greedily swallowed. Then, licking her lips, she swivelled round and presented her stunned brother with her arse, parting her small brown buttocks and slipping a finger into her tightly puckered dark shithole.

"You couldn't get that monster up Rehana's shitter, but I could take it up mine," she said sluttishly. Rehana had been Shafiq's girlfriend until a few days earlier and it was true that they had attempted anal sex on a number of occasions. Rehana, too, was no stranger to anal sex, but Shafiq's dick was just too big for her arsehole so she had to bring him off in her mouth or between her large melons. Shazia had overheard Rehana telling one of her friends about the gigantic size of Shafiq's cock and decided that she wanted some for herself.

"I've already greased my hole for you, so just shove it hard up my arse and fuck me, you stud," she begged. Shafiq was both amazed and incredibly turned on to hear his sister talk in such a slutty way. But her next utterance stunned him completely.

"Come on 'DirtBoxDicker', fuck 'AnalSlutBitch' in her dirty shithole." This couldn't be! His own sister had been 'AnalSlutBitch', a girl he had been speaking to the previous night on IRC! She had been so dirty that he had assumed she was a man pretending to be female, but he had carried on with the chat because it had been so horny. He remembered it vividly. He had sent her a picture of his cock, she had replied with photos of her small tits and bald fanny, photos that he now realised were real. She had been extremely filthy, telling how love to get her 'shit packed', have her lovers piss up her shitter after coming and suck big juicy cocks straight from her anus. The final picture was the best though. It showed a slim, faceless Pakistani girl on all fours, her arsehole gaping slightly as a very well hung white youth pulled his dick from her backside; his huge cock was streaked with shit and he was pissing into her open shithole! The sight of that perverted scene made Shafiq cum powerfully, so powerfully that his spunk hit his chin.

With the vigour of youth, Shafiq was hard again and aiming his huge prick at his sister's glistening anus. He pressed his knob to the elastic rim of her arsehole and immediately felt her push down with her anus and try to thrust her slim hips back onto his erection. But Shafiq's huge girth was a struggle even for a girl with consummate skills in anal sex like Shazia and his pulsating glans failed to enter her backside. She handed him a tube of KY and Shafiq massaged a dollop into his shaft and pressed once more into the hot core of her anus. Shazia pushed her anal ring outwards as hard as she could, making it bloom like a dark rose and farting loudly as she did so. Just as Shafiq felt the rasping fart vibrate against his bell-end he lunged forward and the tip of his cock slipped into her back-passage. Again she began pushing her arse back against her brother's tool, taking more and more of it into her arsehole. After several minutes of panting and groaning Shafiq had his entire thirteen inch dong buried entirely in his teenage sister's chuff, his bollocks resting against her smooth cuntlips.

"Now fuck me Shafiq," she panted, "Dick your sister's dirt-box." Shazia felt her legs shaking as she got used to Shafiq's cock, her rectum more massively full of meat then ever before. Shafiq pulled his sister's butt-cheeks rudely apart and looked down at the root of his prick stretching her anus to the limit. Slowly he began to slide his weapon in and out of her slippery arsehole, marvelling at how easily she was taking the very organ which had defeated so many girls in the past. There was no doubt about it; this bitch had been buttfucked many times before. After several minutes of slow, deliciously tantalising thrusting into her arse, Shazia had adjusted to her brother's size and began to shove her arse back against his invading prick.

"Now bugger me hard you fucker," she yelled, "Hump the shit out of my arse!"

"Fucking hell Shazia," panted Shafiq as he slammed his cock into his sister's tiny butt, "I never realised what a filthy slag you were."

"I just love it up my shitter so much," she explained, "The bigger the better and yours, babe, is the fucking biggest ever."

"No-one's ever taken it all Shazia, you're the first who's taken every inch."

"That's 'cos no-one's as much of anal slut as I am. And just you promise to keep feeding me that huge dick and I'll promise to let you fuck my bum whenever you like." And she was as good as her word. After that first session of hard buggery, Shazia had never refused to accept her brother's cock into her slutty shithole whenever he wanted it. The initiative, though, was usually hers, sometimes begging him for anal intercourse three or four times in one day. Only once had she completely failed to take his cock in her arse: the time she was so desperate for a dump that there simply wasn't room in her rectum for his cock as well. She had squatted over the toilet in front of him and forced a fat log of shit from her anus while he watched. Then, as the turd splashed in the pan, Shafiq had forced his enormous meat right up her filthy backside in one stroke, shivering with delight as he felt the slippery grittiness of her residual shit lubricating his buggering cock. There was still a mass of poop in her hot passage but for a slut like Shazia that was no obstacle to her brother's horse-cock and she moaned like a whore as he buggered her shitty tailpipe, filling the bathroom with the spicy aroma of her churned up shit.

Before long Shafiq let out an ecstatic sigh and shot his load deep into his filthy sister's bottom. Shazia now felt a desperate need to shit, but Shafiq had other ideas. He felt Shazia's shitting muscles involuntarily working to expel his softening cock, but managed to keep his prick embedded in her fundament until he was soft enough to piss up her. Shazia loved him to piss up her shitter after fucking her, but he had never done so when she had been this full. He pissed hard up her guts and she moaned with pain and pleasure as she felt his hot urine bloat her bowels. When he had finished, he pulled his now flaccid dick from her shithole and watched with wide-eyed lust as his own piss squirted from her arse into the toilet. She tried in vain to clench shut her obscenely stretched arsehole to stem the flow, but following the first jet of hot piss that shot from her rectum there followed a couple of wet, slippery turds, and finally another cascade of piss and jism. The perverse spectacle of his sister shitting herself in front of him made Shafiq almost instantly hard and without warning he slammed his huge dick up her filthy, gaping pooper and subjected her to another twenty minutes of arse-splitting sodomy.

But now Shazia was away at college and Shafiq was looking for other butts to fuck. Miss Boswell, he had decided, would be perfect. Most of the lads at school had the hots for her, probably because she had a really tasty pair of baps and because quite often she would arrive at school bra-less and they could spend their lessons ogling her delicious knockers and dark nipples. But as sexy as her lush ripe tits were what captivated Shafiq was Miss Boswell's shapely derriere, as juicy as a peach and the kind of full, round buttocks that cried out to be gently parted so that her tender arsehole could be soundly buggered. Shafiq's obsession with his sexy French teacher had developed still further when Sarah had let slip that Miss Boswell had, "the hairiest fanny she'd ever seen." He lost count of the number of times he had wanked his stiff prick to a shuddering climax as he fantasised about sodomising her, reaching around to finger her juicy, bushy twat and cupping her large teats in his hands.

Of course, he never imagined in his wildest dreams that Miss Boswell would be the sort of woman who enjoyed anal sex; he would have been delighted to have caught just a flash of nipple or a stray tuft of pubes as she bent over. And yet only that morning he had seen her being buggered with his own eyes, and with his own ears had heard her explicitly state her desire for him, Shafiq, to fuck her up the arse. It was beyond his wildest dreams. No great fan of the French language, he had only come on this trip because he had heard the hotel had a swimming pool and he had hoped that he might get the opportunity to see Miss Boswell in a swimming costume. He hardly dared hope that he might get to see her out of one too.

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Emma sipped the chilled Chablis and tried to read her novel, but it was no good. Her head was a fuzz of sexual thoughts. She had noticed the barman casting sly glances in the direction of her tits and that, in itself, had strangely excited her. The bar had semi-enclosed booths with leather seats and Emma sat in one of these, keen not to be seen by any of her pupils should they be out and about this evening. The first glass of wine she finished quickly and returned to the bar for another. This time she bought a bottle. The barman was making an obvious attempt to chat her up, complimenting her appearance and clothes, commending her excellent French and staring at her tits some more. He was quite cute; not French, Spanish perhaps. Emma felt a slight churning in her pussy; after all, the Spaniards were particularly keen on buggery weren't they? It was a Spanish boyfriend of hers, Pablo, who, many years before during a holiday on the Costa del Sol had introduced her to the delights of the beso negro: the anal kiss. He had rimmed her so exquisitely that she had been begging him to bugger her by the end of it.

Perhaps the Spanish barman would serve her needs; she might wait until he closed up and see if he offered her a "night-cap". Although by now she was feeling so horny that would hardly have complained if he had sodomised her there and then, bent over the table in full view of all the customers. Her daydreaming was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Miss!" Shafiq stood smiling in front of her, lying through his teeth.

"Shafiq!" she gasped, a little too loud, "You shouldn't be here, not in a bar anyway!" At the same time she said it, she hoped that he wouldn't leave. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and showed the tiny points of his nipples. His jeans were tight around the crotch and his bulge, fuck, his package was enormous! Emma felt herself swoon as she imagined just how big his cock might be. She wanted him. She blushed to think how often she had fantasised about taking him in her arse. Just the night before, when Tom had sodomised her, she had been incoherent with lust as she imagined that it was Shafiq fucking her.