A couple of hours later, when we drank a little martini, she began to complain to me that all the men were smelly goats and were not worthy of us girls. I thought that the guy threw her, but it turned out the opposite - the girl threw her. Jess was a 100% lesbian. Overpowering myself, I offered to go "to admire the sunset." As soon as we had moved a sufficient distance away from the hotel, the people of Gafur intercepted us.

I felt like trash when I was sitting in the corner of the “husband” office. In the center of the room, naked Jess, Diana and Ksyusha were crucified on the table - the owner's faithful bitches held her hands and legs. The American cursed with pleading while the fat Arab crushed her well-groomed velvety skin with her sweaty palms. Ghafur enjoyed power over this luxurious beauty, with a smug smile on his face. When she was dragged to the edge of the table, she began to break free, but apparently, the fragile hands of the bodyguards had a remarkable strength. When he put in her she screamed wildly, it seemed she had practically no experience with men, and even a fifteen-centimetric member of this monster seemed to her a baton. Smooth pink pussy, like a girl, was completely dry and very tightly wrapped her head in a rapist. Gafur fought for about twenty minutes, all this time she screamed terribly from pain and humiliation. And when he pulled out his penis and put her on her knees, without waiting for the continuation, she rushed forward and bit her tormentor by the balls. The “husband” howled and collapsed on the floor, pressing his hands to the injured place. The guards broke into the office, but Diana had already wrung Jessica's hands, and Ksyusha crushed her head with her knee. Then they kicked me out of the room, the last thing I saw was Gafur whimpering like a girl and the tear-stained face of an American — there was a smile on her lips.

Life has returned to the usual rails. Sleep, eat, train, please customers. If earlier I was somehow shy, now I was ready for absolutely everything. At the first request of the men, I spread my legs, substituted my ass, swallowed sperm. I did not understand how I could live without it before.
Ghafur was not visible for a long time, probably he was in the hospital. In his absence, Maryam did not particularly bother me, I went for a walk in the garden when I wanted, I was not so closely watched.

At the far end of the garden there lived a low fat black, with an unusually ugly face. I do not know what his name was, he had a nickname ... well ... in Russian it would be about "Dilda". Dilda did mostly dirty work: taking out the garbage, cleaning the pool, sweeping the area. He always walked in a filthy overalls on a gol body, well, so ... with straps. Almost always when I saw him he was drunk.

This happened about two weeks after an American appeared in the mansion. I was walking in the garden, trying to get away from the excitement that swept over me after breakfast, and suddenly I heard moans. Having walked about thirty meters deep into the thicket, I saw a disgusting picture. Naked shorty Dilda with all her weight leaned on the slender beauty Jess. It was a picture of “Beauty and the Beast”: he was disgustingly fat, with a saggy belly and black hair all over his body, grunting with pleasure, drove his monstrous sizes of drin into the once neat little slit of one of the most beautiful girls I saw in my life. Oily hairy ass walked between her chiseled legs, her slender waist and thick breasts kneaded like dough in Dilda’s hands. Jess, with an absolutely happy smile on her face, licked sweat and saliva from her lover's disgusting hari. More recently a confident lesbian, she repeatedly finished, impaled on an elda no less than twenty-five centimeters in length and as thick as the wrist of an adult peasant. This man, more like a cross between a walrus and a gorilla, did not hesitate to plant his huge black process in her pussy by the very eggs, it’s amazing how it even fit there.
- Take the black babes, slut! - Dlyda triumphantly croaked, inserting the beautiful woman - Jess to the full length and pumping her insides with his seed.
I could no longer look at it and ran away.

Later, I saw her again, after three months, she already had a noticeable tummy. She walked around the garden in some sort of obnozhka, all kind of filthy, crumpled, she had a very shabby look, but an idiotic smile did not leave her face. When she saw me, she somehow rushed over, grabbed my hand and began to hastily thank me for bringing her here, for meeting her "big man." It looks like she finally went to the roof. Since then tried not to go into the garden.

And then ... once, when I was returning from a client, a guard was pressing me in the corridor. He often looked at me when I appeared in his field of vision. This time he said something in his own language (not in Arabic) and drew me to him. By that time I didn’t care. He turned me to the wall and bent cancer. He pulled up the hem, under which there was nothing, and easily entered into, by that time already well developed, pussy. After a huge member of an African whom I served a few minutes ago, I simply did not notice a member of the guard. He was puffing something behind my back, grabbing my hair, then moving my unit to my ass. Having finished inside he patted my cheek and let me go. And I did not feel anything ... No, that is, I finished, but there are no emotions that a girl should experience when they take her against her will ... at least when she is just taken ... Such emotions as a guard shook my hand, and not fucked off in the corridor, as the last slut.

That evening I closed in my room and cried all night. For some reason I realized then that I had become the ultimate whore. Some two years ago I couldn’t have thought that taking a dick in my mouth would be as easy for me as saying “Good morning!”. I could not imagine that two members would be placed in my ass at once, and I will end up with this one as the last slut. In spite of all the preparations, all this was disgusting to me, I looked in the mirror and despised myself.

For too long the story was collecting dust in the drafts, I decided to post the first part.