Haroun wasted no time. Once he was balls-deep in my ass he started fucking me with half-strokes, pulling partially out before slamming back into me repeatedly. His nine-inch cock felt amazing as he hammered away behind me. At first, his hands were gripping my hips, but soon I felt the delicious tug as he grabbed the fabric of my garter skirt just above the garters. He pushed me forward with his thrusts and pulled me back by my garters.
The man in my mouth did almost nothing. Haroun’s insistent and repeated thrusts pushed my open mouth onto his cock, which was a comfortable five or six inches. He only lasted a few minutes. All too soon, I felt him tense up and he gripped my head, trying to hold me still while he emptied his seed into my mouth. His cum was very thick and creamy, but the volume was so small that I had no trouble swallowing it.
He pulled away from me and walked around behind me to watch Haroun fucking me. The other man who had been standing and waiting immediately replaced him. He lifted the hem of my niqab just high enough to guide his already raging hard-on toward my mouth.
His cock was nearly seven inches long and made it to the back of my throat, setting off my gag reflex. He thrust his hips against my forward motion as Haroun continued his assault on my ass. He placed his hands on the top of my head and thrust again. This time, ready for his length, I took him in my mouth and into my throat. He gripped my head between his hands and held me on his cock. I snaked my tongue out of my mouth to lick his balls. He jumped back, clearly not expecting that. I suppressed a giggle.
He pointed excitedly to the lipstick ring around the base of his cock and was yelling something to anyone who would listen — or who might hear him over the loud music. He lifted my niqab once more and guided his cock back into my mouth. This time he settled down and timed his thrusts in my mouth with Haroun’s thrusts from behind. I was see-sawing back and forth between two nice cocks and was in sissy heaven.
Haroun was showing no signs of slowing down, but I noticed that a line was forming behind the man using my mouth. It felt longer, but I estimated that it had been about ten minutes since I had swallowed that first load of cum. All too soon he started bucking his hips and I could tell that he was getting ready to cum. I grabbed a quick breath expecting him to finish in my mouth. Instead, he pulled out and began stroking his cock, shooting his load over my covered face.
One spurt of his cum left a string across the eye-opening of my niqab while the remainder of it was sprayed in the general vicinity of my covered mouth. I quickly turned to check on Haroun and was surprised to see a line had formed behind him as well. I had over ten men waiting to use my holes!
The next man to step up in front of me was wearing Western clothing and appeared to be some kind of businessman. I couldn’t tell if he was American or some other European but his cock was white and nearly eight inches long. He stepped closer and, following the lead of the locals, he did not attempt to unmask me but instead lifted just the hem of my niqab and poked his hard cock toward my open mouth.
He was not interested in throat-fucking me. He seemed content just letting me suck his cock, leaving one hand on top of my head to guide my efforts. Two more robed men stepped up beside him, each of them stroking their cocks as they watched Haroun fucking my ass and what they could only imagine my mouth was doing to the cock under my veil.
Haroun finally slowed. Now he was making each stroke of his cock in my ass a “tip-to-balls” deep thrust that told me he was close. I pushed back hard against him, urging him to dump his load inside of me. I could barely hear his loud yell over the music as he lunged forward one final time, gripping my hips tightly and holding my body against his. I felt his cock spasm with each thrust as he pumped his load of cum deep into my ass.
As I was coming down from the high of feeling Haroun's cum inside of me, the man in front of me came as well, shooting a sizable load of cum in my mouth. I swallowed greedily, slurping and sucking at his cock as he painted my tonsils white. The two men beside him held their cocks by the base and sprayed their loads over my face almost simultaneously. I had been here thirty minutes and in just the last minute had four separate loads of cum sprayed on me or shot inside of me.
The man behind Haroun pulled him by the shoulder, tugging him away from me. Haroun collapsed on the couch beside me as I felt new cocks invading both my holes. The one in my mouth was much like the first, just four or five inches and easy to handle. The one in my ass was not as long as Haroun’s nine-inch cock, but it was wider — so much so that I felt stretched back there for the first time in a long time.
The two new men used me independently of each other, clearly not understanding how much better it would be for all of us if our thrusting and motions were in sync rather than fighting to use me as two separate holes. Regardless, the fourth cock in my mouth came as quickly as the first, dribbling a small load before withdrawing.
The man in my ass was really bearing down on me. He held my hips in a death grip and hammered away at my ass like I was nothing more than a sex toy. He finished just as my mouth was filled by a fifth cock. He stabbed forward and dumped what seemed like an incredible load inside of me. I felt it oozing out around his cock and running down my balls and inner thighs. He stabbed deeply one more time before withdrawing, slapping my ass with his still-hard cock. He grabbed a fistful of my ass and bent over me.
“Mutakhanith,” he hissed in my ear. He slapped my ass very hard and then roughly fondled my cock and balls before walking away.
A third man plunged his cock into my now wide-open ass, his cock both so skinny and so average that I barely registered that he was even inside of me. The rhythmic slap-slap of his loins against my ass as he fucked me was the only thing that let me know he was back there.
The cock in my mouth was long enough to make me open my throat for it, and he was clearly enjoying using my mouth. He gripped my head and it was his motion from the front that was driving the action in both ends. As he was fucking my veiled face another man stood beside him and shot his load all over my face.
I felt the man in my ass tense up and bend over me, shooting a third load of cum into my ass. As he was hunched over me he reached around my hips to stroke my cock. Such a nice man, I thought, to care to give me even a bit of pleasure. I felt him torn away from me as another larger man stepped between my legs.
He didn’t penetrate me at first; instead, he leaned over me so that his mouth was next to my ear.
“Hello my little khunthaa,” he said with an edge of malice in his voice. His English was quite good. “My big qadib is going to make your kis alhimar hurt for a week!”
I felt his cock probing around my asshole, seeking the opening.
“I will be your muujab,” he said. “You are my saalib — my little bitch!”
I didn’t understand any of the Arabic he used, but making me his bitch certainly seemed clear enough! I turned my head for a moment, ejecting the cock that was in my mouth. My eyes darted to the man behind me who stood well over six feet tall. He was big and black and his impressive eleven-inch cock was aimed right at my ass. I used the only non-business phrase I had memorized in Arabic.
“Yumaris aljins mae muakharati almukhanath bijadin,” I yelled as loud as I could. “Fuck my sissy ass hard!”