1. Shafting some Bunglas with a FTC 871


    Date: 6/19/2015, Categories: Fiction, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Interracial, Non-consensual sex, Author: JohnnoAllthwaite, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    was rushing down my cock and she was gasping and everything went green and purple for a while. "Fuck," I said and I kissed her head. "That was much better," she muttered, "Will you let me up?" "You want to go to the pictures sometime?" I asked automatically. "No, my father does not allow," she said automatically and then, "Yes," she gasps delightedly, "Yes I am a bad girl now!" "Aw my head," Imran groans. "Fuck off out of it eh wanker?" I says, "Your sister and me is right in the middle of a fuck fest!" I expected the 'Die infidel,' crap but instead he stares at me, "What about the guns?" he says. "What a fucking bout them?" I asks. "Idiots!" he squeals and he legs it back downstairs, then he comes back up, "He says I must kill you!" he says, "The Imman!" "So?" I enquires, "So what?" "So I must kill you!" he says. "Don't be an idiot all your life Imran," Amina says, "Where is he?" "He has gone, they have gone, everyone has gone, just Papa and me and you left." he said. "Ok," I says and starts pulling my kit on, Amina was struggling back into her tent, "Hey," I says, "No way am I having my bird wearing that crap!" She smiled, maybe she liked the idea of being my bird, "I have some old stuff," she said and she hunted down some jeans and a sweater and she looked quite tasty. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Tony Mulholland was stood outside Kuptar's shop and Sgt Fforbes was inside with a couple of blokes from the CID. "Where the fuck have you been/" Tony asked, ...
    "Fforbes is doing his nut." "Fair do's," I said, "We're doing you a favour remember." "They're inside." he said. I went in, Amina was bent over the shop counter while one of the CID lads fucked her from behind while she sucked the other bastards dick, it wasn't quite your electric blue as the poor bastard had to stand on a pile of News of the Worlds to make himself high enough. "Where the fuck have you been Allthwaite!" Sgt Fforbes demanded. "Oi, I'm doing you the fucking favour!" I reminded him, "What you want anyway?" "Fifteen hundred," Fforbes said. "What?" I asked. "Twelve fifty then," he said. "What the fuck for/" I asked. "Three Kalshnikovs, a box of Semtex, four Tesco value brand mobile phones, detonators." Fforbes listed. "And what the fuck would I want with them?" I asked. "Well," Sgt Fforbes said, "You're always saying you reckon when you get peophiles you should stick a stick of semtex up their ass and light the fuse." "That's drink talking," I says. "And terrorists," he says. "Fair do's," I agree. "Now's your chance." He says. "Fuck that." I says, "Your mate's screwing me bird bareback." "You don't own me!" Amina says as the bloke's cock drops out her mouth. "Dead right," I says. "He has ten times the staying power," she says. "You'll wish he didn't when you're red raw from fucking later on," I replied. "Fucking hell Allthwaite," Fforbes says, "Can you shift this lot or not?" "Perhaps," I says, "Semtex, dets, any timers?" I asked. "Loads of crap," Fforbes says, ...