Abbi The Pakistani Slut

First of all, let me thank Samantha Turner for her great editing, As Always indebted to you for your editing, advise and encouragement.

This story as all my stories are all of consenting adults, even when they are not... It has themes, of abuse, CNC... and race play. Hope you enjoy it, I did.

Enjoy and leave a comment if you like the story...

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Abbi stood still, stock still, she was looking at her reflection, her shiny high heels, her sheer stockings and garter belt, her smooth naked mound, her flat stomach, her thin arms, perky breasts, and the hijab. Her large innocent eyes blinked back at her, taking in the sight. This was the first time Abbi wore stocking and a gartner, she loved the way the black material highlighted and accentuated her brown olive skin. She looked like such a hot whore...she clenched her thighs, sending ripples of pleasure up her body.

It was a long cry from the innocent sweet girl she was, well maybe not so innocent, but definitely not someone who had ever been naked, taking tasks from her mistress, about to sexually subjected to what ever whims her mistress had. She smiled remembering finding her dads porn stash, the page she kept looking at was a brazilian girl wearing the fully exposed private parts under a slim and barely visible football kit, her brown skin glistening with sweat and oil, with her face pressed against an English players pussy, licking the goal so to speak. She squirmed thinking how naughty was seeing those pics.

The timer chimed on the 5 minutes, Abbi reached over to the large bottle of water and took a large sip. This has gone on for some time, every five minutes, the chime, a sip, and stand still, look at herself, ignore the vibrator buzzing held between her thighs. Two bottles had been emptied and the pressure on Abbi's bladder was increasing, it didn't help that wedged between Abb's legs was a vibrator, set to stun. Pressed against her lips, pressed against her labia, the constant vibrations and buzzing slowly building up. She squirmed, tightening her legs, ensuring the dildo didn't fall, she loved the way she squirmed. Abbi couldn't lie, she fuck herself if she could... she blushed at her own wild thoughts. She clenched her thighs again, not too tight, it would trigger her bladder release. She needed to regulate her thoughts, breathe. Breathe, breathe...

"Don't you dare cum." Mrs. Fitzroy said. The tall blonde, scratched her own stockinged leg, her pencil short skirt, barely covering the tops of her thighs, her blouse tight across her massive boobs, cascading blonde hair made her look like a glamour model from the 1950's.

"Yes Miss," Abbi said, ever the dutiful student.

Mrs. Fitzroy smiled. She loved Abbi, ever since they first met, Abbi at school, a bright student, a good girl, a hijabi, and Mrs Fitzroy her physical education teacher, and from the moment they met it was electric. Mrs Fitzroy knew Abbi was a slut waiting to be unlocked. It hadn't taken much persuasion to get Abbi to get some private one-on-one training, and then once Abbi graduated from School and went to University, it was only a matter of time.

Mrs Fitzroy like a spider, had Abbi in her web. The young girl now a woman, attracted and excited kept her friendship going, innocently getting tangled into Mrs Fitzroy's life. The Journey started with small suggestions, "How do I look in this," would ask Mrs Fitzroy, dressed in tight short skirts,, feeling hot and excited as the young girl would devour her eyes. "You try it on. It's just at home..." and so step by step, Abbi willing and innocently, moved from wearing sexy clothes alone with her mentor, to wearing revealing clothes with her teacher and her husband, to a gentle kiss, to a caress.

Mrs Fitzroy looked at her protege, the girl's knees, trembling, she was biting her bottom lip. Mrs Fitzroy smiled at the memory of Abbi's first time she dressed and was admired by Roy, the girl was so nervous, but Roy confident and in control, just made it natural, they had dinner, then when they sat on the coach, Roy just eased Abbi hands around her waist, to the sit next to him, and then on his lap. The movie played in the background, as Mrs Fitzroy watched about get groped and fondled, watched her like a cat on heat, rub and squirm on Roys lap, getting him harder and harder, and eventually, Abbi was theirs, her hormones blowing her mind and then her submission, and now here she was, the beautiful muslim girl erotically dressed, spanked, and humiliated and the side piece of a domme lesbian.

Bing

Drink

Spank

"Do you want to see what's happening downstairs? Do you want to see what Roy and his friends are doing to the paki milf slut?"

Abbi went quiet. She had been hearing the soft thwacks, and the pounding sounds coming from downstairs for over an hour, she wasn't naive, she knew. She knew Roy, the heavily tattooed Tradie, and she knew he loved debasing coloured women. She knew, his wife Mrs. Fitzroy loved seeing him fuck minorities. But Abbi hated that word, she hated it when Mrs. Fitzroy said it so casually, the buzzing and vibrating between her legs got more and more intense.

Beep.

Abbi automatically reached for the bottle, and took a sip, her bladder, painfully making her clench her legs tighter, and tighter, she wasn't allowed to go to the toilet, not unless her Mistress OK'd it. And Mistress was being especially cruel today.

Mrs. Ftiroy stood up, her long legs uncurling like a spiders, her boobs, moved before she did, two large dirigibles wafting across the horizon, bearing towards the desperate to pee, desperate to cum, desperate to please little british Pakistani girl wearing her first time stockings, and garter, while being naked.

Mrs. Fitzroy came up to her, slowly reached her hand out, and started to pump the vibrator back and forth across the brown slut's pussy lips. Abbi moaned, but kept her legs closed, she crossed them at the ankles, her bladder close to bursting. She bent over in pain, her arousal, frazzling her mind desiring to obey, please her mistress, please the woman who took her under her wing, explored her sexuality, took into the world of taboo, freed her, released her, liberated her, she blushed, her quim was sending pleasure ways to her brain, her knees were knocking, her tits wobbling, her bladder bursting, colonised her! OMG...she loved it, she clenched her pussy hard, knotted her stomach, her lip quivered, she bit it, she wanted to piss herself, she wanted to cum, she wanted to please her mistress, she wanted to see the Paki Milf getting stuffed by a group of white men, she was having a sensory overload.

"You know when Roy first picked her up, that Paki thought she was coming over for a quickie. She didn't think Roy would turn her into his favourite gangbang slut, run a train on her, let alone film it for his fans, she's his biggest fan favourite." Mrs Ftizroy continued to push the vibrator along the sweaty girl's snatch, she moaned, her natural juices lubricated the toy, the toy dropped, and was replaced by the blondes fingers.

"Don't you dare cum."

Abbi bit her lip, and held it in.

"So do you want to see her, do you think they are raping her, do you think she like it?"

"Oooo, yeah!" she blushed and breathed out the affirmation.

Beep...

Mrs Fitzroy raised her eyebrow, a cold sneer and her eyes flicked towards the water bottle....

Abbi reached over to pick the bottle up, it was then as she raised it to her lips she realised the phallic shape of the bottle, she tilted her hijab covered head and wrapped her lips around the bottle top and drank deeply, imagining a white cock squirting into her mouth, her pussy was on fire, and her bladder bursting. She was sweating, and hurting and filled with a lust she had never felt before.

"Yes, show me her." Abbi whispered, her pussy got probed...she gasped, "Show the Paki slut!"

Mrs. Fitzroy nearly came herself at that moment, her former student, so sweet, so innocent, so modest, was desperate to see a women get raped. If only Abbi knew who the woman was, she would in time, but for now, the sensory overload of the young slut was important. The young slut was so obedient, so craving for approval, validation, she would cum on command.

"TV on," Fitzroy commanded, the large flatscreen TV flickered on, the screen was a coloured image, a lady wearing a headscarf was held up with her arms attached to a chain hung from the ceiling, her arms stretched above her head, exposing her armpits, her big brown breasts swinging, as she rocked back and forth. She was naked except for similar clothes to Abbi, heels, silk stockings, a garter belt, and where Abbi had a headscarf the lady had the full face covering disguising her identity, and nothing else. Her modesty was well and truly exposed for all to see, and Abbi gasped, they were watching a live stream. There were two other white guys with Roy, who was positioned behind her, talking into the camera, as he spanked her ass. "Take that you slut, she loves pork! She loves a good white uncut cock in her ass... What a slut!" SPANK...

"OOOoowww" she whimpered with each spank, Roy continued his monologue into the camera. He was such a pig, OMG, he was a pig, and his pork sword was hanging hard between his legs, Abbi was mesmerised by his foreskin.

In front of her, another white guy was holding on to her hips, as he pushed his fat cock into her pussy. The Paki whore, Abbi thought and was so jealous. She screamed as Roy smacked her red arse again, she jumped, and twisted, and her legs buckled, the bastard in front laughed and grabbed her, getting thrills by dry humping the distressed bound face covered woman.

"She's our best slut, the customers love her. Do you think you could be better?" Mrs. Fitzroy whispered into Abbi's ear, as gently caressed the teen's stomach. "Do you think they will rape her?" Mrs Fitzroy continued as she pushed her hands between Abbi's thighs.

Abbi squeezed her legs locking Mrs. Fitzroy's fingers into her legs, the heady mix of arousal, her own smell, the sound of the hot Paki Milf getting triple groped, the verbal humiliation she was hearing, Roy's boorish fixation on his uncut pork sword wrapped in a whore's naan, her whimpering.

Beep...

The men moaning, the fingers probing her labia. Oh shit she missed a beep, her climax was building, her tension couldn't be withheld, she leaned over and chugged the water, it spilt, cool water splashing on her burning skin, it trickled down her throat, her breast. "Watch me give the slut my haram banger. She loves the foreskin of Bob's fat pork sausage, and Bill here, he loves licking on her udders as she stuffs her quim full of baloney... She ain't had nothing but kebabs, so she sneaks here where us white men can make her feel like a true lady...except we don't like ladies, we like cunts..." SPANK, SPANK SPANK...."OOOooo" "Ahhhhh" "Errgghhhh" the lady seemed to respond, she seemed rub harder on Bob's cock, she pushed her ass just a fraction back further, she whimpered just a little bit softer as her big tits were mauled by Bill. Roy spanked her harder, spread her ass cheeks further, rubbed her more vigorously. Abbi was jealous, and bursting, and aroused, in pain, and dying to cum, dying to pee, dying to please her mistress.

Beep.

"Yes, they are going to rape her..." Abbi moaned, as she took a sip, Mrs. Fitzroy's fingers went into her, she was being finger banged, the beautiful blonde, snarled, dying to be licked out, herself in conflict, her own sensory overload hitting her, the beautiful girl, losing her innocence, the MILF, about to have her darkest desires fulfilled, her own cuckquean tendencies of watching her partner play out his darkest fantasies. Should she continue to let the girl suffer, or let her relieve her pressure and pleasure and get the hijabi to lick her out as she watches the 'the girl watch the mystery Milf' get brutally fucked.

'Beep'

'Glug, ahhhh, awww, ooaaahhh, glup'

'Spank, Ouch, Spank, Out, Paki Slut, Pork, Spank, Slap, Owwwwa!' the voice came over the large TV.

Mrs. Fitzroy needed her pussy licked. Her fingers were pumping in and out of Abbi's pussy, Abbi trying to stay still, squirming like she was caught on a fish hook, her moans so arousing, the way her soft legs and sheer stockings rubbed against each other, as they both responded to the finger banging, but also trying to hold back her need to pee.

On the TV, "Look into the camera." The ladies beautiful brown eyes stared straight ahead of her, her face veil concealing the bitten lip, the moisture from the tears of her eyes, clearly visbible, she gasped as another slap hit her brown be beautiful arse, making her tits judder, the chains rattling as she swung back and forth, into the hard white cock of of Bob, who hadnt stopped dry humping her, his own lust and craze was addling his brain, he didnt want to stop, but also wanted to fuck her, her big hips pushing into him with each strap, each slap, each spank...

He didn't have the guts to say the racist bullshit Roy was shouting and screaming, Bob more of a caring soul, he was a nicer guy. A guy who was falling for this older Pakistani woman, her accent as she blubbered and shook with each spank. He was chubbier, both in his waist and his cock, but this lady wanted to be defiled, wanted to be conquered, she wanted to be colonised, and Bob with his big thick white cock and lack of charm, needed to fuck. He needed to please, and wanted to be pleased. If he didn't know Roy, he would have been a simp, but here and now, he was a master, to be obeyed, to violate consequence free, to dominate, and control, here he was an Alpha.

"Oh please No, please no, I've had enough." the lady said in a soft Pakistani accent. "Ouch!" as Bill twisted her big tits, "Stop it please!" as she pushed her arse into Roy's cock.

"Darling, say you want me to sodomise you! Say it you dirty cunt!"

"No more beating, please do whatever you want. Sodomise me, fuck me, rape me, humiliate me, but don't beat me anymore," She said as she pushed into Roy's cock.

Roy smiled at the camera, turned his cock toward the camera and peeled the foreskin back. Parted her ass cheeks as she swung on the chain, stabilised by Bob, who intrinsically knew to lift her leg, exposing her shaved pussy to the camera, and given leverage to Roy as he parted her arse cheeks expsing her butt hole to his one eyed hooded monster.

Beep.

"You're my favourite Paki cunt! There's a teenage paki slut watching, I bet she wishes you were her..."

"Fuck me, show the slut how good I am at being you're whore." the MILF said, with confidence and defiance. Her tits wobbling.

Glug..

"Do you want her raped?"

"Ooooo"

"Aahhh"

A sensory overload happened as Mrs. Fitzroy kissed Abbi, she smashed her face into Abbi's, tongue to tongue, biting her lip, her fingers frigging the poor girl senseless, and suddenly, she couldn't hold back any longer, her mind a fog of pleasure and pain, it was so hot watching the white men, defile the wanton slut, she kissed Mrs. Fitzroy back, hard and fast, devouring her older lover, no her mistress, no her lover, no her love.... and she came. She came like a geezer, squirting her hot cum all over her mistress's finger banging hand. And then as her tension left her body, like a balloon, she deflated and pissed herself, she couldn't help herself, the tension relief was so extreme, she buckled at the knees, held up lovingly by Mrs Fitzroy, who continued to frig the poor girl, covering and drenching them in piss.

"AArrghhhhh..." wave after wave, of golden piss poured out of her pussy, like a waterfall, she gasped and moaned, the relief washing over her, causing her to cum again and again, her body shook, and spasmed in ecstasy, as she was gently lowered to the floor.

"What a mess you've made?"

At that moment, the moans and groans from the TV indicated that the face veiled lady on the live stream was getting the life fucked out of her.

Mrs. Fitzroy, stood over the hapless spent hijabi, still watching Roy, as he forced his cock in the slut's butt hole as Bob the sweet needy fuckwit fucked her in pussy, Bill the tit man, was groping her tits, sucking and biting the slut making her moan, pushing past her resistance as she swung back and forth, her arms stretched above her holding her in place as she was ravished.

Mrs. Fitzroy lifted her pencil skirt, and pulled her soaking wet knickers aside, looked at the recovering teen, and pulled her head into her blonde snatch. Abbi reached around her waist, grabbed her bottocks and dived into Mrs Fitzroy's pussy. Still panting, still shaking, stuck her tongue into the tangy white woman's pussy. Lapping and sucking at her lips, fucking her pussy with her tongue, she wanted to please the older woman, her mistress, her mentor, her owner.

On screen, the milf was screaming "No, No, NO!" but meaning "Yes, fuck me harder."

Roy was performing for his Mrs, he knew Emma Fitzroy was watching and loved watching him fuck brown and black girls, dominate them, take their good girl persona's and shred them into quivering fuck sluts. He understood the kink, but never could explain it, but he performed his role, and he was performing for both the Paki Milf, who desperately wanted to be violated and humiliated, and fucked to an inch of her life, and he was performing for his wife Emma, who loved seeing him fuck other women at her command. He was fine with both, not bening a thinker, but being great at sex, he loved his life, he loved knowing after today's workout, he would get another one from Emma... he started fucking the Paki's arse even harder and faster, thinking about tonight, thinking about Emma getting off while watching him.

Bob meanwhile was ramming his fat cock into her pussy, looing into her eyes, making her look into his, his stocky body, and tattooed arms held her in place, stretching her out, making her quiver, making her cum, as he jack hammered into her sloppy wet minge as she was degraded and fucked sensless by white kafirs. He felt the pressure build up in the case of his cock, he shoved Bill's head away, he wanted to see both her tits, and Bill had been sucking on her nips non stop, Bill reach over, lost in his own lust, and mauled her beautiful big tits as Bill shot his load, pump after pump, "Arrrrghhhhhhhhh" he screamed, "Aggghhhhhhh" Roy screamed, and then the MILF came, like thunder, herself like the voyeur Hijabi lost all control of her legs, they went wobbly as the biggest climax she had ever experienced hit her in waves, and waves, her body spasming, she slumped. Held up by her arms, and the rapidly softening cocks in her pussy and ass.

Mrs. Fitzroy came all over Abbi's hijab covered head, she held the girl's face between her thighs and ground her cunt all over the poor girl, she came and she could see the smile of satisfaction on Abbi's face, the smile of giving and knowing the gift was well received.

As both groups collapsed in the cum drenched heaps, Mrs. Fitzroy said to Abbi, "Next time, I want you to play with that slut before she gets fucked, really punish her. For eating pork!" she laughed.

"Yes Mistress, haram meat is forbidden but delicious. I'll beat the sin out of her." they kissed passionately, the white mistress, her brown conquered slut.

On the TV, they heard Bill say in a strong South London accent "Have we finished? I wanted ta cum on her tits..."