I drug my wife and allow her coworker to rape her.
In my last story, I wrote about the massage I arranged for my girlfriend Ronnie. It wasn’t a real massage. I just told her it was going to be a professional, but he was fake. He just wanted to have his way with her. And he brought 2 friends, which was not part of the deal. It turned out to be a very hot night, though Ronnie was not a knowing or active participant.
So let me refresh your memory about Ronnie. She was born in Israel. She’s 32 years old, very pretty with black hair to below her shoulders, brown sparkling eyes, Mediterranean complexion. She’s 5’6” tall, about 120 pounds, slim, good shape. Nice body with b-cup tits, firm ass, long legs. She’s very sexy, but not sexually adventurous. And not an exhibitionist. She’s a 1-guy woman.
About me: I’m about Ronnie’s age. My sexual fantasies involve voyeurism, but to extremes. I like to watch Ronnie being spied on, or knowing she’s being spied on. I like watching the peeper. I like to set up situations where she can be voyeured. I usually like it to be complete strangers. And it doesn’t stop at voyeurism. I like to watch her be felt up. I like to watch her being sexually abused. I enjoy watching her be raped. All without her knowledge or consent. Which in the case of the masseur, required drugs.
It’s been a month since the massage. Ronnie never knew or found out about all that happened. George the ”masseur” has contacted me about doing it again, but I’ve put him off. He knows where she works (a clothing store at the mall) and sometimes goes there to check her out. He sends me pictures of her. She met him when he came to massage her, but at the mall he disguises himself well. As long as it stays at that level!
Speaking of work, the store sells men’s and women’s clothes. Ronnie works in the women’s section. They recently hired a new guy for the men’s area. Ronnie told me about him. She didn’t like him at all. He was an Arab. Not just any Arab. He had been a member of a Palestinian party while living in the Middle East (the PLO). As an Israeli, she hated Arabs. She had been in the Israeli army, and her unit had been attacked by an Arab militia. One Israeli, a good friend of hers, had been killed before the Israelis wiped out the militia. Now there was an Arab she had to work with. To make matters worse, he knew she was Israeli (someone at work had told him) and had been harassing her. He stared at her and made comments about her body and about her nationality. He called her names like ”cunt” when no one was around. She reported him to management. The manager told her later that he was spoken to but denied her allegations. Still, he was counseled. He was keeping his distance but giving her nasty looks. She just stayed away from him, which was usually easy in the store, which was large in size.
I thought about this situation. Here was a guy who hated Ronnie; the feeling was mutual. He made sexual comments. He didn’t just hate Ronnie, he hated Israelis. This could be the perfect guy to set up my next sex fantasy. What better revenge for an Arab guy than to be able to defile an Israeli female soldier (former)! And I’d get to watch!
It was Saturday. Ronnie had off from work. She worked out in the gym of the condo. I told her I was going to the hardware store for some stuff. I went to the mall. I stood outside her store and kept an eye on the men’s side. She had described him to me: 5’10”, dark hair (medium length), short beard, solid muscular build, dark complexion. Spoke English well but with an accent. He wore glasses with a light tint. He had a very slight limp. I sighted him. He was arranging a display. I went in and approached him. He turned and greeted me and asked if he could help me. I replied that maybe I could help him. He looked at me questioningly and with a bit of suspicion. I asked if he could step outside the store for a quick break because I felt certain he’d be interested in what I had to say. He looked around. The store wasn’t busy yet. He said OK. Outside the store I introduced myself. I told him that Ronnie lived with me, but that I couldn’t stomach her lately because of her pro-Israel views. I told him she complained about him to me. He looked worried, like I was going to do something to him. But instead, I said, ”I’m sick of her bullshit. I’m sorry she got you in trouble. I understand you’re Palestinian. How would you like to have the chance to get revenge on her with my help and blessing?” He looked at me to see if it was some kind of trick. He saw I was serious. ”Why would you do that for me?” he asked.
”I told you, I’m fed up with her too. I want some revenge myself. She’s a self-righteous cunt who hates Arabs and often makes my life miserable.”
”So what are you proposing?”
”If I were to let you do anything you want to her in the way of revenge or punishment, what would it be? I won’t be pissed or judgemental no matter what you say. And by the way, did you know she served in the Israeli army?
”That’s a tough question. Though not really. I’ve thought about it, fantasized about it ever since I found out she’s Israeli. I did not know she was a soldier. That adds a whole new dimension to this. Among my people, the worst fate for a woman is to be defiled. For a Palestinian girl, it is to be raped. Even worse to be raped by the enemy, an Israeli. I know that for Ronnie the worse fate would be to be defiled by a Palestinian. I would very much like to rape her.”
”Here’s the thing. I don’t want to go to prison, and neither do you. I can arrange for you to do what you want to her, but I will have to sedate her beforehand so that she is unaware that you are the rapist.”
”Whatever you think is best is good for me. I just want to defile that bitch, that snitch. And tell my family and friends what I achieved. By the way, my name is Ali, like the boxer”
I told him I’d arrange it. I told him it might be a week or so before any arrangements could be made. I said I’d arrange it for one of his days off when she is working. That way everything can be ready for when she gets home. He asked if he could go bareback when he raped her, and I said it wouldn’t be a true defilement if he wore a condom. I said he might even get the bitch pregnant, because she makes me use condoms. She’s actually on the pill, but he didn’t need to know that! He liked the idea of knocking her up. I said I’d check her calendar and see when she’s most fertile, and arrange it then. He was all smiles. He shook my hand and said he looked forward to hearing from me. We exchanged numbers. Before I left, I had an idea. I asked him if it would excite him to invade her privacy before he came over. He said it definitely would, but how? I told him that we could use our phones to do that. I would call him and leave my phone on when she wanted to talk about something personal or intimate. And when we had sex he could listen in. He was beside himself with excitement. I told him I couldn’t anticipate when. If he was working and couldn’t listen in, I told him to just let it go to voicemail. And I left. I was very excited about arranging a drugged rape. Especially by someone she hated, and who despised her.
I checked Ronnie’s work calendar. She worked most of the week. I texted Ali. I asked him his days off. He texted back Wednesday and Friday. I thought Friday would be good, so that if Ronnie had a hangover the next day, she was off on Saturday. So she’d have a recovery day. I texted him that we’d do it Friday. I needed his email so I could send directions and instructions. He texted me his gmail account.
I thought about how I wanted to set it up. I didn’t just want her body defiled. I wanted her privacy violated completely. I was going to let him in the apartment before she got home. Let him go through her clothes, her personal stuff like letters and her diary/journal (yes, she kept one in writing). He would be the one to crush up the sleeping pills i would use. I was going to let him hide in a large closet in the den when she got home. There he would be able to hear her conversation. He would hear when I was serving her the drugged wine she liked to drink even before dinner (I would let him spike her glass before she got home). He would hear when she said she was going to shower. I would let him go outside to watch her undress and shower. From there we would play it by ear. I was very excited.
Ronnie got back from her workout, changed, and we went to the condo pool. While we were laying by the pool, I was thinking about when Ali would be hiding and listening to our conversation. I wanted to steer the conversation to a subject that would make him angry. In my mind I worked on it.
I knew Ali worked until 9. It was Saturday. Ronnie and I were going out to dinner, then to a movie. Then I’d work on getting her into a sex mood and call Ali. We went to a rib place and got sloppy, which is the only way to eat a rack. Then we walked to the theater, which was in the same outdoor complex. We saw a rom-com, which isn’t my favorite genre, but it is hers. It really wasn’t bad. We got home at around 10:30. I started kissing her on her neck and tongue kissing her mouth. She kissed me back. She said she wanted some wine, her xanax, and a joint. I poured her wine while she got her xanax and put her pot in her bong. I texted Ali that a call was coming. Then I called him but said nothing when he answered. She came back to the kitchen and got her wine. She swallowed 2 xanax, not one. I asked why. She said she needed to chill: ”Even though I was off all day, that Arab stays on my mind. The way he looks at me. With all that hate. I guess I look at him the same way. But he stares at my boobs. He looks directly at my crotch. He wants me to see him leering at me. He wants to unnerve me. All he does is make me more pissed off. He’s a sexual harasser. If he knew I always carry an extra pair of panties in my bag, and that I change panties halfway through my day, I guarantee you they’d be gone. If he knew my tampons were in my bag, he’d probably put his sperm on them. That’s the kind of asshole pervert I’m dealing with.”
I asked her what she would do to him in Israel if she caught him.
”Arab men are very insulted and humiliated if a female looks at them naked. Or touches them. I’d tie him up and strip him. I’d just stare at his little cock. Then I’d play with it. If he could actually get hard, I’d jerk him off and stop before he cums. I’d shove a baton up his ass. I’d force his mouth open and spit into it. I’d take my dirty panties and cover his face with them. I’d bring Arab women in to watch the whole thing.”
I knew Ali was hearing all this. I wondered how he was processing it.
”By the way, I didn’t know you carried extra panties with you.”
”Yes, my pussy gets wet on and off during the day for no reason. The wetness can get uncomfortable. I’m always afraid it will stain through to my skirt and maybe smell like pussy. So I change midday.”
”Speaking of your pussy, you’ve hit that bong a bunch of times. Your xanax should be kicking in. Let’s go mess around.”
”OK, I’m ready!”
We went to the bedroom. She went into the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth. I saw the building manager, Bob, outside the bedroom door that went to the patio. It wasn’t unusual for him to voyeur Ronnie from there with my blessings. I quickly went out the living room slider and told him the show wouldn’t be long because she drugged up, but there might be an opportunity to check her out in person a little later. He said he’d save his orgasm. I went back to the bedroom. The phone was still on!
Ronnie came back in. She slowly undressed, taking her tee shirt off first. She was wearing a black lacy bra. She popped the hooks and let the bra slide off. Her beautiful b-cups with dime-sized nipples popped out and pointed directly at me. I took my shirt off. Then she slowly pulled her tight jeans down and stepped out if them, revealing her gorgeous flared hips and black bikini panties. Those firm, long legs went on forever. She wiggled as she pulled her panties down, and did a full bend, giving Bob the best ass show money can’t buy. I took my pants off, then my boxers, showing her my 7 1/2” cut erect cock. She said, ”Mmmm, all that for me? Well, I have a little disappointing news for you. I got my period a few days ago, so we can’t fuck. But I’ll suck you off, then you can play with my nipples while I use my vibrator.”
That sounded fair to me! I got on the bed, and Ronnie got between my legs with her ass in the air and pointed directly at Bob. I saw him move directly to the window instead of standing back. Ronnie went down on her forearms, put my cock in her mouth, and started working it in and out while her hand slid up and down. I looked again and Bob was gone. The next thing I knew he was standing where the bedroom wall did an ”L” to form a hallway which led to the bedroom door. The place where he was standing was behind Ronnie, so she didn’t know he was there. And if she looked around, he could easily duck back and not be seen. Now he had a closeup view and could hear any noises she made. She liked to moan when she sucked me. I was turned on by it, and so was he. He had his cock out and was caressing it. It was erect. I was getting close fast. I had my hand on her head urging her on. The phone was bedside picking up her sounds. And then I came. I grunted loudly as I let spurt after spurt go into her mouth. She swallowed all of my sperm as I said, ”Yeah, swallow every drop.” She moaned loudly as she swallowed. As she lifted her head up, Bob backed out. He went back outside.
Now she swivelled so she could get her vibrator from her night stand drawer. She laid back, and I kissed her, putting my tongue in her mouth and meeting hers. I began to feel her breasts with my right hand, pulling each nipple and rolling them with my thumb and finger. I wet my finger with my saliva and started to rub her clit. I felt her tampon string. I wet my finger a few times to get some lube on her. Then she turned her vibrator on. She was using a small device shaped like a short, wide pen. Maybe 3” long. Clear purple color. From it went a wire of the same color, about 2 feet long, and connected to a 1-battery AA case with a dial switch that turned it on and allowed intensity adjustment. She held the battery pack in her left hand, and the vibrator in her right. She applied the vibrator to her clit as I sucked on her nipples. I could see Bob standing back from the window so he could watch without being seen. Ronnie’s eyes were closed as her breathing picked up. I reached for my phone and gently laid it down between Ronnie’s legs near her pussy so Ali could hear the vibrator. Ronnie began moaning, so I laid the phone next to her in the pillow. I worked both hard nipples. She was getting very close. She brought her knees up and spread them. They were trembling. Her breathing was rapid. I knew she was about to cum. Her abdomen lifted off the bed. Her legs spread as far as possible. She lifted her ass off the bed, took a deep breath, and screamed, ”I’m cumming!” And she did, gasping as her pelvis jerked up and down. Then she relaxed with the vibrator still going. She laid there with her eyes closed, holding the vibrator against her pussy. I watched her for several minutes. She had fallen asleep from exhaustion while still holding the vibrator in place! I moved down to look. She was nice and open, her clit swollen, her tampon string hanging out. Nipples still erect. I signalled for Bob to come in after waiting another 5 minutes. No doubt, the xanax, wine, and pot had certainly relaxed her! Bob tiptoed in minus his shoes. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He got next to her. He bent down and closely examined her open pussy. He held her tampon string and tugged on it lightly. I turned off the vibrator. There was silence except for her breathing. He put his nose next to her cunt and sniffed a few times. Then he pulled out his cock and started to jerk off. He sat down next to her, getting as close to her pussy as he could. While he did that I hung up my phone. Ali had his share for the night! Bob didn’t take long. In less than 5 minutes he stood up and shot his load directly on her pussy. It was a pretty good load, about 4 spurts. He took a few pics with his phone. Closeups of her open pussy with string attached. Pictures of her sleeping face, and of her tits. He waved goodbye and went home. I let his cum drip down her pubic hair and over her labia. That went well! I called Ali.
”Well, what did you think?”
”First, thank you for allowing me to invade her privacy. I heard everything she said about me, that Israeli cunt. I’m very angry. Then I heard all of her sex sounds. It made me hornier than usual, which is very horny. I couldn’t believe how you allowed me into your private home with my ears. I like how she changes panties at work. I will have to steal them while they’re fresh and wet. She will know. She won’t be able to do anything about it! And yes, I will bring sperm with me in a bottle and put it on her tampon! Thanks for the idea, bitch!”
”Glad you enjoyed the ear show. There may be a few more this week. Don’t steal her panties tomorrow. It would be a little suspicious that she just tells me about it and they disappear. Let me send you a couple of pictures of her sleeping now. Have a good night.”
I took a picture close to her face. Beautiful. Sleeping peacefully. I took one of her face from the side, too. I wasn’t going to send him any of her naked yet. I sent them. Then I hit the sack.
The next few days were uneventful. Ali texted me a few times asking for nude pictures of Ronnie, but I declined. On Thursday, he texted me from work in the afternoon to tell me he had just stolen her panties. He said that when she first went out on the floor at 10:00, he had gone into the employee room and opened her locker. He had seen her unused panties in her bag, along with 2 tampons. He had a jar with his cum in it. He dipped the 2 tampons in the sperm. Then he put enough sperm on the panty crotch to wet it. He said he knew by the time she put them on they’d be mostly dry. The text said he had seen her go into the employee area at about 2:00 and come out 10 minutes later. He said he went in and opened her bag. One tampon was gone. And her dirty panties were there. He said they were white, and wet in the crotch. There was a large yellowish stain. It smelled very musky, like a cunt in heat. He said he was surprised at the stain and wetness since she had a tampon in. Anyway, he took them. I texted him back saying I’ll call him when she gets home so he can hear what she says about the theft.
She came home and I called Ali. I left the phone on as she came in the door. She looked pissed. I asked what was wrong.
”Remember I told you about the panties I kept in my bag? I changed in the early afternoon. When I got ready to leave, I saw that my dirty panties were gone. That fucking towel head stole them. I’d like to string him up and rip his balls off. Fucking Palestinian. He should be back there with the rest of those animals. Keep them all in a cage. That fucking pervert has my panties! He’s jerking off with them. Well, that’s as close to me as he will ever get.”
”Calm down, Baby. He can’t harm you. He can’t touch you. From now on, lock your stuff up in your locker.”
”I’m sorry. I have to calm down. I’m going to take xanax and smoke some pot, then go to bed.”
”OK, I’ll be in soon.”
She went in the bedroom. I peeked through the blinds and saw Bob watching through her bedroom door. He didn’t know I saw him. Within 1 minute of her going into the bedroom, he pulled his cock out and started to jerk off. Then he moved to the atrium when I heard the shower go on. Well, I thought, at least someone is benefitting from her tonight. I put the phone to my ear and asked him what he thought. He was happy he had gotten to her.
”I’m not the one who is going to be defiled,” he said. I told him I was sending him directions and general instructions, which I did. I told him to come to the apartment the next night around 8 pm. That would give us time to get everything in place.
It was Friday. Ronnie was feeling better. She knew Ali wouldn’t be at work. She kissed me goodbye and left in a good mood. I had plenty to do that day, and the time flew by. At 6:00 Ali texted me that he was on his way. He arrived at 6:45. He pressed the button next to my name on the buzz-in board, and I admitted him to the building.
Ali thanked me for giving him this opportunity. I brought him into the apartment. I showed him where Ronnie kept all her things. I showed him her desk, with her computer on top. In the drawers were her diary and her photo album. I took him to the bedroom and showed him her closet, her dresser, her vanity, her hamper, and her nightstand. So now he knew where everything of hers was. Next I took him to the den and showed him where he would hide when she came home. I took him outside so he could see where to position himself to watch her while she got undressed and showered. I locked my patio gate so Bob couldn’t come in. Finally I showed him the pills that I was going to use to drug her. I told him to crush them and put the powder in the wine glass I gave him. I put 6 sleeping pills on the kitchen table on a piece of wax paper. I gave him a tablespoon. He used that to crush the pills. He poured the powder into her glass. I gave him the red wine, and he filled the glass. Then he spit in it and stirred it. OK! He asked me if he could piss in it. I said OK, but just a little. I didn’t want her smelling urine. He excused himself and took the glass in the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush. Then he returned. He gave me the glass, which I hid in a cabinet. I told him he was free to go through her stuff. He went into the bedroom and went through all her drawers, occasionally smelling things, spitting on her panty crotches and bras. He examined her dirty panties in the hamper, smelling them. He went through her nightstand drawers and asked me for privacy. He said he was going to rub her vibrators and other toys in his ass. So I left. After several minutes he came back to the kitchen and told me he enjoyed dirtying her most personal items. Now he went to her desk and looked through her pictures. He saw pictures of her in Israel and in uniform as a soldier. Ronnie had a 13 year old daughter who lived with her father at the present time. Her pictures were there as well. He took a particular interest in those pictures. He asked me who she was, and I told him. He asked her age, and where she was. I explained it all to him. He didn’t say anymore, but I saw that his mind was racing. I didn’t know what he was thinking, though. He read some of Ronnie’s diary. He found entries about himself. Lots of them. He was intrigued and read them word for word.
”She calls me a little dick towel head. That cunt. She says if she got me alone she would knock me unconscious, tie me to a table, stick things in my cock hole, and shove things up my ass once I regained consciousness. She says she’d make me hard, then bend my cock until it fractured. That cunt really would do those things. She’ll never get the chance. But I’ll get the chance to fuck her up.”
It was 9:00. I put lamb chops in the broiler and put a salad together. I checked my phone which showed me where Ronnie was when her phone was on. It showed her leaving the mall. I reminded Ali to stay quiet. About 10 minutes later I saw she was parking. I told Ali to hide. Ronnie came in and kissed me. I asked how her day was. She said it was gruelling but peaceful without Ali there. She said she was really tired and stressed and needed her wine. She went to the bedroom to take her shoes off. I got her prepared wine glass from the cabinet and gave it to her. I had also poured myself a small glass. We toasted to us and she downed her whole glass in about a minute. She got the bottle and poured another. She took a gulp and saved the rest for dinner. I took the chops out and served her one, plus a salad. As we ate I said,
”So things were good without your friend at the store?”
”Yes, much better.”
”If you were still a soldier and you caught him in Israeli territory, how would he be treated?”
”On the books or off?”
”You tell me.”
”He’d be intensely questioned”
”What specifically does that mean?”
”He’d be tortured.”
”Would you be involved with that?”
”Since I was female, and being touched by a female other than his wife is a defilement and humiliation, yes. Degradation is a form of torture.”
”Did you ever actually do it?”
”Yeah, on a few occasions.”
”What would you do to Ali?”
”The guys would strip him and shackle his arms above his head and his feet to the floor with his legs apart. They’d question him in that state. They’d use a taser on him and slap him around. Then they’d threaten him with bringing a woman in. He’d really start to struggle then. That’s when I’d come in and the guys would leave for a while. I’d just stand there staring at him, then at his cock. I’d get real close. I’d have a towel in my hand, because he’d try to spit at me. I’d kneel down and just stare at his little dick. I’d ask him why it was so small. Do all towel heads have tiny dicks? Then I’d stand up and pull my shirt aside and let him see my bra. He would involuntarily start to get hard. Then I’d put my hand down my pants, put my finger in my pussy, and put it under his nose. I’d tell him to smell Israeli pussy. Then I’d wipe it on his lips. He would be erect in spite of himself. I’d kneel down and hold his cock and smile up at him. Then I’d masturbate him. Before he came, I’d stop and squeeze and bend his cock, causing severe pain. He’d talk at that point. Or I’d break his cock in half.”
”Wow, you were a real anti-Arab bitch!”
”When I needed to be. They deserved that treatment.”
She finished her dinner and wine. She got her bong and took a few hits. Then she told me she was heading for the shower.
As soon as she left the kitchen, I got Ali out of the closet and he headed outside. I went out too, but stayed back so he could watch by himself. I told him to give me running commentary on what he was seeing. He took his phone out to record everything.
”Oh my God. She’s taking her shirt off. Black bra. Tits over the top. Skirt coming off. Black panties. Oh yeah you bitch! Bra coming off. Oh shit, look at those tits! Brown nipples. Yes! Panties coming off. Look at her cunt! Black cunt hair! What a bush! I like a big bush! Turn around cunt! Let me see that ass you are always showing off. There it is. Nice cheeks and crack! She just put her finger in her pussy and smelled it! Only a cunt would do that. Now she’s going to the shower.”
I told him to go to the atrium to watch. I said I was going in. He could stay outside until she was done and in bed. Then he could come in and wait in the living room, or stay outside and watch her fade to unconsciousness. He thanked me again.
I went in, cleaned up, and went into the bedroom. I turned on the TV. A program she enjoyed was on. I figured she’d start to watch it and fade fast. Ali was at the glass slider directly to my right, and Ronnie was in the shower to my left. She did look very desirable in there. Rubbing her tits, scrubbing her pussy and ass. She then washed her hair, which was black and came down to just below her shoulders. She got out and grabbed her towel. The best part was when she faced Ali and me and toweled her hair, lifting her arms up and giving us an amazing frontal, her tits bouncing as she dried. Then she went to her vanity, got her hair dryer, and began brushing and drying. We were viewing her left side. Ten minutes later she was done. She got into bed and under the covers. She told me the wine and pot had done the trick. She laid back to watch TV, then turned on her left side and was breathing steadily within 5 minutes. Ali remained outside watching everything. After another 10 minutes I touched her shoulder, then her lips. No reaction. I reached under the covers and touched her ass. Nothing. I ran my hand down her back and over her ass crack, and she just got deeper into her stupor. I signaled for Ali to come in.
I went out to meet him in the living room. I told him to leave his clothes there and to come into the bedroom. He stripped to his boxers, took a bottle of some dark material out of his pants pocket, and followed me to just outside the bedroom, bringing his phone as well. I told him we’d go in and I’d turn the bedroom light off for a short time to let her sleep deepen. I had already muted the TV. I told him to get into bed under the covers next to her on my side of the bed and just lay there for a few minutes. I’d sit on the chaise at the foot of the bed. I also told him to lose the boxers before he got in bed. He wasn’t used to being naked in front of men or anyone else, but this adventure loosened him up. He dropped his boxers. His cock wasn’t real big. It was hard from the excitement and uncut. It was a respectable 6”. Not real thick. Medium ball sack. He actually showed it to me and asked me if it would be a good weapon. I told him it would definitely defile her. I mentioned that she was fertile now. He smiled and stroked his cock. Then I turned off the TV. The room was dark. He got in bed and I adjusted the covers up over him.
I sat down on the bed on Ronnie’s side. I heard movement on Ali’s side. I wondered what he was doing. I whispered to him to ask what was going on. He told me he realized she was deep, and he was feeling her ass up. So I turned the light on. He pulled back the covers. His cock was pulsating and there was precum on the end. He stared at her sexy ass. He grabbed a cheek and squeezed. He laid down on his side with his face close to her ass. He spread her cheeks, exposing her tight, pink anus. He touched it with his finger, then started rubbing it forcefully. Then he stuck his face against her ass and began to lick her wildly. He tried to get his tongue in but couldn’t. Her pussy hair was poking through from between her legs. He pushed his face in further, smelling and tasting her like he had never had such an opportunity. I monitored Ronnie while he was orally raping her from behind. She was totally unconscious. He started trying to drill her ass with his finger. His saliva helped. He pushed his finger in to the first knuckle, then forced it more, to the second knuckle, and with a final push, rammed it all the way in. He said he was wiggling it inside of her and could feel her rectum and the inside of her sphincter. He fucked her with his finger saying, ”How do you like this towel head finger fucking your naked ass, you Israeli cunt!” He took the bottle he had brought with him off if the night table where he had put it. He opened it. It looked like sandy dirt to me. I looked at him questioningly. He said it was dirt from his homeland. He was going to shove some of it up her ass. Wow, that was unexpected! So I rolled her onto her belly, ass up. He grabbed both ass cheeks hard, then spread them. There was her wet asshole. He asked me to hold her cheeks apart. He thought a second and asked me if I had a funnel. I said yes. He asked me to get it. I actually had a set of different sized funnels. I showed him a few. He chose the biggest one, with the drain tube being about 1/2” diameter. He spit on her asshole. He positioned the funnel on her anus and started pushing. With some elbow grease he forced it in. No response from Ronnie. He took the lid off the jar and began to pour Palestinian soil into the Israeli ass. He poured a few ounces in. There was probably 8 ounces in the jar. He took the funnel out and put his finger in. He moved the dirt around inside her rectum. I guessed that next time she shit, it might hurt. He took some pictures with his phone of her naked ass. He made sure he got some anal closeups.
She was ready for more. I told him to move back and help me roll her over. We got her onto her back. Seeing her naked up close like this almost made him cum prematurely. He gasped at the sight. She was just magnificent. He immediately grabbed her tits with both hands. He then opened her mouth. He put his open mouth on hers and tongued her. He let his spit go into her mouth. He climbed onto her and straddled her face. He rubbed his cock over her face, even pushing the precum-oozing head into each nostril a little. Then he rubbed it over her lips and pushed the head into her open mouth. He took a picture of it there. Then he moved down until he was straddling her chest. He rubbed his cock on her nipples, leaving a trail of precum on both. He put his cock between her tits, grabbed one in each hand, and pressed them together, engulfing him. He started to tit fuck her. Dry.
He unstraddled. He laid down next to her and started noisily sucking her nipples. He concentrated on the right one while he worked on the left one using his thumb and index finger to pinch, pull, and stretch her nipple. It was definitely erect. He bit and chewed on her right one. Then his right hand moved down to her pussy. While he was chewing on her nipple, his hand started exploring her pubic hair. He was pulling on it, but not too hard. Then he started chewing on her left nipple, after making sure the right one was red, swollen, and hard. Ronnie’s legs were together. I was going to spread them, but this was Ali’s show. He pushed his hand down between her tight thighs. I don’t know what he was doing, but I saw his hand and wrist moving around. Then he brought his hand up to his nose and sniffed, then to his mouth and tasted.
He finished up with her nipple and checked it. Yep, it looked like the right one. Now he looked south. He moved down so his face was next to her pelvis. He seemed to be entranced with her pussy hair. He said, ”I’d like to rip her cunt hair out one hair at a time. Or one cluster at a time. But it would wake her, and you don’t want that. Can I pull just a few for a souvenir?” I told him to go for it, one at a time.
Ali got off the bed, grabbed Ronnie’s ankles, and spread her legs as far as they would go. Her pussy was totally exposed to her enemy. His cock was pointing at her and pulsating as he stared at his Israeli prisoner of war. He took some pictures of her naked and open. He crawled on the bed between her legs and laid down with his face about 8” from her cunt. He reached forward with his right hand and rubbed her pussy all over, concentrating on her outer labia. Then he grabbed a few pubic hairs on her right pussy lip, and yanked. They pulled right out. Ronnie didn’t budge. He asked me to get a tissue to keep her hairs in, so I got one for him. He put those hairs in it, then went back for more. He yanked 3 or 4 hairs at a time targeting each lip and then her pubic mound. All together he probably had a nice collection of 30 silky, slightly curled hairs pulled out at the roots. Black, like her head hair. Next he pulled her lips apart and examined her internally. He pulled her clit hood back and squeezed her clit head, then dry rubbed it for a minute. It began to swell from irritation, but Ronnie didn’t respond. He exposed her pee hole and dry rubbed it also. He grabbed each of her inner lips and put them on stretch. Her vagina began to twitch in response to that painful stimulation. But she never got wet because of her stupor. So he began to eat her. He licked and sucked on her clit, then her inner lips. He stuck his tongue up her vagina. He ate her for about 10 minutes, rubbing his cock against the bedding as he did. He made grunt noises while he ate her. Then he said, ”It’s time to rape and defile this Israeli cunt. And get her pregnant with Palestinian sperm.” He got up on his knees and put her legs over his. He moved forward, bringing her legs back, until his erect cock was touching her vulva. He held his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit, which was wet with his saliva. Then he rammed it forward like he was stabbing her with a knife. He went all the way in with one shove. He took a deep breath, looked down at his conquest, and said, ”I just killed you, you fucking cunt!” Then he laid down on top of her, full weight, and started pumping. I watched his cock going in and out, matching the fury on his face. He was definitely taking his hate out on her full force. He took his weight off of her and bent his head down so he could suck her nipples while he pumped. He fucked her nonstop for 20 minutes, cursing her in his own language. I knew they were curses by his tone! Then, with a huge groan, he started cumming inside her. He rammed her with each orgasmic spasm. He kept his cock in her for a few minutes while he recovered. Then he pulled out. He was still hard, but it was starting to go down. He looked at the cream pie he had given her. He said, ”Now she’s been properly defiled and hopefully impregnated. This Israeli lost the war.” He moved up and wiped his cock on her lips. Then he got his bottle of dirt. He wet his finger in her vagina with his sperm and pushed his finger into the jar, coating his finger with the Palestinian soil. He again laid down in front of her cunt. He put his finger deep inside her vagina and rubbed it around, making sure her insides were coated with the dirt. He used his finger tip to push some into her cervix, and also rubbed some into her pee hole. I imagined that was going to be pretty irritating. I’d have to do something about it after he left. He took pictures of all his handiwork.
Ali got off the bed and put his boxers on. Then we went into the living room so he could get dressed. While he dressed he asked me about Ronnie’s daughter. He wanted to know if she ever visited. I told him she did a few times a month. He asked if I was interested in the daughter sexually. I told him that I really hadn’t thought about that.
Ali said, ”Maybe I could defile her, too. That would be an even greater assault on my enemy than what I just did!”
I said, ”I don’t know, that would be much riskier, and I’m not sure I could even pull it off.”
”Well, please think about it for me. It would also be a way for you to strike back at Ronnie for the problems you say she causes you.”
”OK, I’ll think about it.”
”Thank you. I will send you copies if the pictures I took.”
He shook my hand and left. I went into the bedroom to clean Ronnie up. I got some hand wipes from a container and went to work cleaning the dirt out of her pussy. I got most of it, but some would eventually make its way out on its own and end up on her panty crotch. If she noticed, it would be very puzzling to her. As for the dirt in her ass, most would come out when she shit, but it might hurt coming out, and she’d have a gritty asshole when she wiped!
That was a very hot night. I laid down next to Ronnie and masturbated while I looked at her naked body and thought about her being raped by Ali. I came in less than 5 minutes and shot my load onto her tits. I massaged my sperm over her tits and belly.
I started to think about what Ali had said about Ronnie’s daughter. It was worth fantasizing about.
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