It had been three days since Astur had last been with John, for the very first time. Mohammed hadn’t gone to see his mistress for three evenings, and Astur wondered why. But she did not have long until Mohammed told her that he had to work late that night, and probably would not be home until morning. Same pretext, same lie, same routine – Astur thought.
As the clock chimed 7pm, Mohammed had come home early but had dressed up to go back to work. Astur saw through the blatant lies, he was dolling himself up for his mistress.
“I’ll be back in the morning, sweetie.” He told her giving her a peck on the cheek before turning around, grabbing his ‘work’ rucksack and he left closing the door behind him.
Angry, fuming, bitter and wanting revenge and comfort Astur quickly went to the bedroom, and looked at herself in the wall mirror. Today she had worn a simple black dress that reached her knees, with a dark blue robe over it. Astur began to undo her dark red hijab, and freed her long braided hair and loosed it with her fingers.
Pulling her dress up she saw the black sheer pantyhose she was wearing, and as she pulled off the dress she began to roll down the tights and discarded them. Now wearing only a pair of black, silk tight panties Astur pulled them down and off her feet. Astur saw her figure, and body in the mirror and admired herself and knew that John desired her. She wondered why John hadn’t come over when Mohammed was away at work, but having seen her husband lie once again and leave to be with his mistress; Astur decided to be with her own lover.
Naked before the mirror, Astur had decided to order things online for her and John. Finding the box the items had arrived in by delivery she placed it on the bed, opening it. Mohammed never cleaned the house, and so never knew where Astur would hide something she had ordered without him knowing.
Reaching into the box, Astur pulled out a a black latex bodysuit she had ordered from an online sex toy shop. The suit was skin-tight but ordered to size as Astur wanted to make sure she had ordered the right fit and size. The suit covered both her feet and hands, and zipped shut from the back, but also had two smaller zippers at the crotch and ass for easy access. Astur had put money aside for herself for many years married to Mohammed; he knew nothing of her hidden, private finances.
Pulling on the suit, the elastic, clinging latex of the suit clung to Astur’s legs as she pulled the suit on. Flexing her fingers into the built-in gloves as well as her soft feet, and toes. Struggling at her first to fit her ass inside the suit, she soon succeeded and from behind Astur zipped the suit tightly closed at the back of her neck. Encased in the black latex suit, the suit clung to her body like a second-skin and it felt strange, but exciting at the same time. The suit was tightly closed around her neck, and navel.
Feeling the latex cling to Astur’s large big, naked breasts she felt her nipples rub against the latex. She felt her nipples harden at the strange, new feeling of the material on her body. Pulling at the suit at her ass, made it pull tightly up her ass-crack parting, and obscenely spreading her buttocks open. The latex suit had also clung to Astur’s pelvis, and crotch highlighting her camel toe.
Chuckling to herself in the wall-mirror, Astur turned and posed in the mirror feeling sexy and knowing John would approve.
“If Mohammed can dress to impress his mistress, I can sure as fuck impress John.” Astur said aloud to herself, and reached back into the box once more.
Pulling out a pair of latex ankle boots, also black and she quickly slipped them on her feet, and strapped them in place around her ankles. Careful on her ankle boot heels, she turned back to the box and reached back inside. Pulling out a black swimming cap, also rubber and pulled it over her braided hair hiding it inside the cap. Picking up a black headscarf she wrapped it around the cap, and neck setting her hijab in place. Her heat was thumping as she went over to her closet, and pulled out a light purple dress, and pulled it over her head concealing and hiding the bodysuit reaching to her ankles.
Finally Astur went to her dressing table and applied black eye-shadow, liner and dark purple lipstick.
Her latex clad feet and feet poked out from the assembled outfit, closing the box Astur picked it up in her hands feeling it was lighter in weight, but still had items inside it. As she left the apartment, she picked up her house keys and locked the front door behind her as she felt the cold air strike her body. The latex felt even colder against her prickled chocolate skin as she descended the stairs to John’s floor, and with butterflies in her stomach and the fear that John would not be home, or perhaps did not want her again having had her already.
The items in the box that she carried had been bought knowing John’s personality, his dominant and controlling sexual-manner. John had used simple duct tape to xvideos porno dominate her, but what Astur had bought for him would allow him to truly explore his bondage fantasies.
Taking a deep breath Astur knocked her latex-clad knuckles on John’s front door. Cold, and feeling the biting winds on the open balcony of John’s floor, the sounds of London at night; still awake, and thriving. A few seconds later as Astur feared the worst; the red oak door open and John stood wearing a pair of grey, tracksuit bottoms and a black hooded jumper as he seemed surprised to see Astur
“Astur, are you alright?” He asked her concerned, perhaps something had happened to her since he had last seen her.
But Astur smiled, and looked up at John holding the box In both hands dressed in her outfit.
“Mohammed is with his mistress, and I am here to be with my lover.” Astur said smiling, her alluring, dark green eyes drew John’s attention.
John stepped aside, and ushered Astur inside.
“Come in, Astur love.” He said.
Astur nodded and stepped inside past John and went further inside, and into his lounge where she had once stayed when locked out of her apartment. On the coffee table in front of the couch and TV, was a cold, bottle of beer and a half-smoked joint in a small, marble ashtray. Astur smelled the Cannabis in the air, and smiled back at John offering him the box. John took it from her as Astur stood on the spot, and spoke.
“I bought some things for you to use on me tonight, I want to be owned by you John. Do anything, and everything you have ever wanted with me. I am yours, all I ask is that you are mine too. Are you only mine, John?” She asked him.
Holding the box, John nodded and spoke.
“Yeah, Astur. I’m yours love, and only yours. I won’t hurt you, ever babe.” He promised Astur, his northern accent drove her to nod at the box.
“Use whatever you want in the box, and you will see what I am wearing for you beneath my robe.” She told him, her voice husky and tempting.
Turning her back to John she stared off at the front door they had just come through, as she seemed to offer her hands to John from behind her back.
John quickly put the box down on the coffee table as Astur held her pose, offering her wrists to him. Opening the box he seemed to chuckle as if in disbelief as he reached inside the box and pulled out a pair of leather-bound, BDSM-style strapped goggles that were blacked out putting the wearer in darkness. It was for blindfolding a partner, and completely blacking out their vision. Turning to Astur who still held her pose, even arching her back to John and raising her offered wrists to him.
A bit drunk, stoned and horny as fuck for the woman standing with her back to him now made him think perhaps he was dreaming the whole moment up in his mind. Looking inside further her found a pair of steel handcuffs, but they were leather bound as well for comfort against the cold, hard metal.
The final, and third item John pulled out from the box was a red ball gag, with a black strap. Looking over at Astur, he spoke up.
“Astur, are you sure about this?” He asked her.
Astur did not move, nor turn to John and simply said; “I am yours, John. Do whatever you want to me, make me yours.”
John looked at the three items; and turning to watch Astur from behind he approached her.
It was then he noticed her hands, and wrists encased in shiny, glinting latex. Looking Astur up and down from behind he next noticed her latex ankle boots, and her latex clad feet.
Slowly stepping up behind her he was inches from her, looking down at her offered wrists. Taking hold of her hands he felt the latex against his fingers, and ran his hand up inside the robe and felt the latex continue up and around her shoulders and arm fully encased in latex.
“Anything, Astur? Anything I want?” He asked her, to be sure of what she was asking and offering him.
“Yes John, anything. I won’t be able to stop you, nor will I stop you. I want to be made yours, I am all yours remember.” She told him with a warm chuckle, but she did not move nor turn to him still keeping her pose, and position against him.
Feeling confident, and relieved that Astur reaffirmed what she wanted, and was giving John. She soon felt her latex clad hands handcuffed with the leather-bound steel handcuffs, binding her hands behind her back. Next came her mouth, and John quickly pushed the red ball-gag into her wet mouth, he pulled her into him as he strapped the ball gag in place over her hijab.
Astur never moved even as she knew the blindfolding goggles she had ordered were going to black out her vision, and blindfold her. She felt him pull the goggles over her eyes, and her vision was in darkness as she felt him strap it in place behind her head and over her scarf too.
Fully bound, gagged and helpless Astur rocked on her feet and managed to stay still wearing her heeled boots.
In darkness yabancı porno she heard John undress, throwing aside his clothes, he stood naked behind Astur with his cock rock-hard, and erect between his legs aimed at Astur’s handcuffed wrists.
Suddenly Astur reached for John’s cock, managing to grab a hold of it in her latex gloved hands and began to stroke him. Even in darkness, Astur was able to find his big cock with just her cuffed hands.
“Fucking hell, Astur you’ve got a tight grip of me.” John moaned feeling her latex hands grip his thick, hard rod.
His words spurred Astur on, her hearing was now her best and only sense as he stroked his member harder, purring and moaning against the ball gag in her mouth.
Helpless but still in control, she knew she drove John crazy with desire and lust as she stroked his thick, engorged member.Using one of her cuffed hands to stroke his shaft, she used the other to cradle his big, heavy balls.
“It’s yours Astur, only yours.” John moaned feeling her grip tighten around his member, and the feeling of her latex gloved hands made his cock erect like steel.
John again noticed her latex clad hands stroking his rod, and the latex peeking out from under her robe.
“Astur, what the fuck are you wearing?” He asked her curious, wondering what latex attire she was wearing beneath her robe and dress.
Realizing that Astur could not speak, or answer him with the ball gag wedged between her lips gagging her. Moaning, struggling against the bound steel handcuffs, she playfully teased him wiggling her ass at him, as if offering him to look up her robe.
Frantically John yanked Astur’s robe up, and her dress beneath revealing the latex clinging to Astur’s thick legs, and thighs.
“Fuck me, Astur. Let’s get this robe and dress off you.” John said releasing one of Astur’s hands, but quickly moved to pull her robe and dress over her head and off her arms throwing the two layers of clothing aside onto his couch.
John found his hands shaking, and even quaking as he saw Astur standing before him with her back to him – clad head to toe in a clinging, latex bodysuit. It was dark black in latex, and the light of the lounge gleamed off the shiny suit. John saw the zipper on the back of the suit, but also the two smaller zippers at her crotch and bottom. John quickly grabbed Astur’s free wrist, and re-cuffed her hands behind her back again.
Suddenly grabbing Astur’s chest from behind her, his hands groped and pawed her large breasts through the latex suit, feeling her erect nipples poking back. Purring and moaning against the ball-gag, Astur felt John nuzzle her neck and face against her hijab. Effectively now, only Astur’s face was visible while the rest of her body was concealed, and squeezed into the latex. Running his hand up Astur’s chest he grabbed her by her throat, not painfully just in a dominant manner and held her against him as he rubbed his hard member against her latex ass.
Humping her like a dog, or bear would in mating season he dry-humped her latex-clad ass as if fucking her. In complete darkness Astur felt him, heard him behind her but did not see a thing.
Humping her harder, while holding her throat he slammed into her big, doughy ass.
“I can’t believe that you bought this to wear for me, Astur. It’s a dream come true, honestly. The goggles, ball gag and fucking handcuffs – we are going to use them a lot more after tonight. Regular use, I promise love.”
She heard him, purring against the ball gag as she felt his warm face nuzzle her neck, and face. Built like a bear, Astur truly felt helpless and dominated by a real man for once.
In darkness Astur felt John pull down the zip at her bottom, and slowly the suit opened at her ass exposing her naked, chocolate buttocks to him.
“Anything I want, Astur. I’m taking your arse first.” He told her suddenly leaving her alone for a moment, going into his bedroom he came out with a small bottle of KY jelly lube and back behind her John squirted a generous amount into his hand before lubricating his thick, erect member behind her.
Unzipping the ass of the suit fully revealed Astur’s big chocolate buttocks, and parted exposing her hairy cunt, and puckered, brown anus John noticed giving his cock a surge of arousal.
John wasted no time guiding Astur into his bedroom, the walls decorated with video game, film and television posters and fandom. Not that Astur noticed as she felt him march her inside, and felt the mattress against her knees.
Suddenly she felt herself being thrown face down into the bed, grunting as she was gagged, bound and blindfolded – totally at John’s mercy and hands.
Leaning down John took hold of Astur’s legs and helped her onto the bed, only to take a pillow his shoving it under Astur’s tummy and hips, propping up her ass higher for him. Panting against the ball gag inside her mouth, Astur was excited and waited in darkness for her man yaşlı porno to take her.
Lubricated, John wielded his thick, fat cock like a dagger and shuffled closer to Astur’s bottom from behind her. Taking the bottle of KY jelly again, he squirted a heavy load onto her exposed buttocks, and began to massage it into her ass crack, her doughy buttocks and around her gaping cunt, and slowly probing Astur’s anus with his fingers.
“Oh you’re going nowhere, gorgeous.” John grunted thrusting his cock into her ass crack, and the thick member slid up and down parting her doughy chocolate cheeks with his thick, white rod.
Enjoying the sight of her suit open at her ass, with his thick white, fat cock between her thick, chocolate buttocks – John was in paradise with Astur. Thrusting his cock back and forth along her crack, and parting her buttocks with every move she made.
Only Astur’s moans, panting and groans were audible in his room. Breathing hard himself in excitement, he slid three of his fingers slowly inside Astur’s anus, slowly flexing his digits to loose her ass-hole. The intrusion and sudden penetration made Astur buck in discomfort, but she knew she had given John her anal virginity, and grimaced as she slowly came to terms with his probing fingers.
“It’s alright, Astur. Just have to get you open, I don’t want to hurt you ramming the fucking thing in there. It’s fucking tempting, but I love you. I don’t ever want to hurt you.” He told her, slowly feeling Astur’s anus open more as she shuffled closer.
Placing his hand on the back of her head, her hijab and the strap of the goggles he shoved Astur down as he sat up, pressing his thick, bulbous cock-head against her asshole, using his fingers inside to ease and help him enter her ass.
Bucking, panting, and grunting into the ball gag in her mouth she felt John push the thick end of his member inside her asshole, forcing it open as he used his fingers to ease his entry inside her.
“I’ve got you, Astur. I’ve got you, sweetie.” He moaned against her ear, and began to push harder as he pinned her face down into his bed.
As his fat bratwurst-sized cock began to slowly slide inside her ass, she screamed against the ball gag wedged in her mouth – screaming at the violation, but finding herself becoming wet and excited at her one virginity to give John, he was taking for himself.
If Mohammed did not want her in every way, then she would be John’s woman in every way. Pushing back against John’s cock as best she could, she purred as she felt his rod slowly opening her ass in ways new to her.
Suddenly Astur screamed like a banshee against the ball gag, as John without warning rammed hard against her pushing his cock deeper inside her ass, by force. Either way Astur knew he had to get it inside her ass, she was a virgin there and she was giving John her treasured hole.
Feeling impaled on his cock, half of his shaft was buried inside Astur’s ass with her buttocks obscenely spread open, glistening and smacking against John’s naked thighs as he pushed harder into her, slowly inch by inch as Astur screamed his cock fit inside her like a sausage.
Leaning back, John admired the view of his cock fully inside Astur’s ass, her anus now stretched around his member. He owned her, she was his. He loved her Somalian body, her chocolate skin, and the booty she owned that to him was a Goddesses.
Grabbing Astur by her hips, he felt the clinging, rubbery latex of the suit and began to draw back his hips, pulling his cock out half the way from her gaping anus, before slamming back inside her hard and rough.
Towering over her, John leaned down to grunt against her ear and spoke. “You’re mine, my whole cock is inside you Astur – I want you, forget Mohammed.” He told her and began to slowly speed up his thrusting, and rolling his own hips he fucked her feeling her anus fully open, and slid in and out with both ease and pleasure.
“This arse is mine now, I’m taken it Astur. I’ve taken you, I’ve taken you in the one way he never did. I love you, Astur – I fucking love you so much.” He growled against her ear, covered by her scarf but she heard him and purred in response to his loving, passionate words.
Purring harder, she felt John remove his hand from the back of her head only to bring it up between her legs and pull down the zip at her pelvis. The suit opened at her pelvis, exposing her naked cunt to John. He began to rub her pussy through her thick bush. Astur was gushing, wet and sodding she purred feeling her orgasm build within.
Finding her clitoris with his slippery fingers, he began to gently pinch, and rub making Astur buck, grunt and moan in pleasure with his cock still buried inside her ass.
“Cum for me, Astur. Cum on your man’s fucking cock.” He growled, rubbing her clitoris harder and faster between his fingertips.
Grunting against her covered ear again, he spoke.
“Cum all over your man’s cock, because it’s yours Astur. You have me inside your arse, I am yours woman. All fucking yours, you’ve got me in every way. I don’t want nobody else, hell I’m in fucking love with you.” He growled like a bear possessed, wrapping his arm around Astur’s stomach, he used his other hand to continue to pleasure Astur’s cunt.
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