Jasem was in his mid-thirties, and had never indulged in a fantasy he knew would be met with disgust by most. He had tried to suppress it as he aged, but the more he did, the more he realized he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He was Romanian, with auburn hair, stubble, and worked as a supervisor at a factory. It was a job that bored him most of the time, but it paid well, so he never complained. Had married his wife, Eman two years ago. She was a beautiful woman and currently worked from home only a few hours a day. She had long straight hair that was the same color as Jasem’s, a small button nose and a smile that Jasem could never stop thinking about. They had a loving relationship, but he couldn’t help but wonder with every day that passed whether or not she would leave him if she ever discovered his secret.
He had arrived home on a Friday evening, sighing in relief as he hooked his coat at the front door. “It seems to be getting worse, the war,” Eman said, flipping through the TV as she sat on the couch with a throw blanket.
“The Ukrainians keep crossing the border.” Jasem said, and sat next to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She patted him on the lap, giving him a small smile. “How was your appointment today?” Eman was finally pregnant with their first child, and he couldn’t have been happier. They were due to find out the sex of the child any day now, and his heart pounded with the anticipation of hearing the news. His desires might’ve been finally realized with this.
She turned the TV off, and turned to face him. “Do you want to know now? The sex of the baby?” He could already tell based on her reaction it wasn’t what they wanted. She should’ve been beaming, giving him her usual wide smile. Instead, she looked like she was trying hard not to disappoint him.
“It’s a boy, isn’t it?” He asked. “I can tell from your expression.”
She nodded, looking down at her hands. “Are you upset with me?”
He shook his head, and lifted her chin with his fingers. “It’s nothing to do with you. You have no say in the gender of the child. Of course, we both wanted a girl, but there’s nothing we can do now.”
She looked like she was going to bring up something else, but she closed her mouth, and turned the TV back on. The rest of the evening went by just as usual, with the two of them eating dinner, chatting about their jobs, their families, then eventually changing into their sleeping attire. Jasem had laid back on his bed with his book, one he had picked out about the history of Ukraine, and was flipping through it when he spied Eman staring at him from the bathroom door, the lights illuminating into the bedroom.
“Are you okay?” He asked, setting the book down on his lap.
“I wanted to talk to you about something earlier, but… I didn’t know if it was appropriate,” she said, biting her lower lip.
“Appropriate?” He asked, curious. “You know we can talk about anything, Eman.” He lied, thinking about the biggest secret he had kept from her all these years. He opened his arms, nodding down at it. “Here, come next to me. Tell me here.” She nodded, and walked up to him with her long dressing gown, snuggling under his arms as he put the large blanket on top of her. She still seemed hesitant, but he let her take her time.
Eventually, she gulped, then said, “I once accidentally came across your computer in your office.” His heart began to pound, but he didn’t want to come to conclusions if there weren’t any. “I was trying to clean up, and you left the screen on.” He didn’t know when this was… but it couldn’t have been good.
“What did you see?” He asked with a gruff voice.
“I saw what you were searching up, what you liked.” She covered her face with her fingers, trying to escape his watchful gaze.
“And? Do you hate me now?” He asked cautiously. He was feeling more confident knowing she was still nuzzled in his arms.
“I didn’t know… I had no idea that was what you liked.” She voiced.
He sighed, and began explaining, “it began since I was a kid. I had a cousin I was very interested in - she was thirteen years old. Nothing ever happened between us, but I think she was interested in me, too. As I aged, we moved away, but the thought of her in my head as the child was always there, haunting me.” She turned to face him, absorbing every word. “Ever since then, I’d been obsessed with the concept of raising a child to be used, to be properly good at sex.” Shockingly, she didn’t look horrified. He had no idea what was going through her head at the moment. “Well? Are you planning on leaving me now?” He asked again.
She shook her head… “I… I don’t know. I discovered it last month, and ever since then, I have given it a lot of thought.” He let her continue. “I’d always thought of myself as a good wife, one that would support you no matter what. I love you, Jasem, I always will, no matter what you reveal to me.”
“What are you trying to say?” He asked, still confused.
“Is that why you wanted a daughter? Because you thought it would be a way to let out your interests in a safe place?”
He assumed this would be the opportunity to be fully honest with her. “Yes. I wouldn’t have done anything behind your back, though. I have tried to repress it inside of me all this time.”
“That’s comforting to hear. Have you done this before? To any girl?” She wondered.
He shook his head. “I had tried to adopt one before, but it failed terribly. They didn’t accept my application, probably because I was a young single man. Then I was too scared to do it again. I hadn’t thought about actually doing it ever since.” It was so nice just to get all of this off his chest, and Eman was taking it far better than he had ever imagined. He had thought of many scenarios in the past, where she would throw things at him, hit his chest, and pack all of her belongings, screaming at him for being such a pervert. It would’ve been the worst thing to ever happen to him, especially with his son’s birth quickly approaching. Now, she knew everything about him, and for some reason, she was accepting it.
“I love you no matter what, Jasem.” She said, and they eventually fell asleep, both with many thoughts on their mind.
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The next morning, Jasem woke up to hundreds of messages on his phone. He groaned, standing up in his boxers to carry it to the bathroom. It was his secret messenger chat, full of other men and women who had the same interests as him.
They had a heavy discussion about Ukraine, and how after the war there was a huge increase in the sex tourism market due to the destruction the war had created. Many of them were discussing how easy it was to buy a child directly from their parents, barely having to give them any money for it. Jasem was absolutely shocked. His fingers shook as he typed, asking if any of them had actually done such a thing. It felt so convenient that he had just had the conversation with his wife previously. Though she hadn’t actually said she was okay with any of it, he wondered if he could push her enough to say yes to this. She had always wanted a daughter, after all.
A few minutes later, one of the men discussed going there last week with his wife, and informed Jasem it was the best thing he had ever done. Their new daughter was kind and obedient, and he wished he had gone there earlier. His fingers couldn’t type fast enough. Jasem immediately asked him where he had acquired such a girl, and was told that he should begin at any refugee camp. It was where it happened the most often.
Jasem’s heart continued to pound all morning, and he was eager for his wife to wake up. He needed to ask her if she would ever consider it, and if she said yes, he would be driving to Ukraine almost immediately. He still had the whole weekend, afterall, and they were situated very close to the border. She stepped out of the bedroom in her gown just five minutes after the coffee was made, and he smiled at her, though tried to stop himself from looking too eager.
She hugged him from behind, and went to grab her own cup of coffee. “You seem cheerful this morning,” she said. “Was it because of the chat we had last night?”
“That’s part of it.” He admitted. “I was so glad you accepted me for who I am.”
“And what’s the second part of it?” She asked, sitting down next to him at the dining table.
“I have a chat, a couple of us who are similar.” He hinted. “They told me about a chance to finally fulfill my dreams.”
She raised her eyebrow. “Oh?”
“There’s talk of an increase in the child market in Ukraine. The people there need money, and they’ll do anything they can to get it. It’s a huge normalization movement.” He explained, still trying to gauge her reaction.
“You want to go to Ukraine? To see what you can find?” She asked.
“Yes, this weekend. Today, actually.” He revealed. “Of course, if you’ll agree.” The timing couldn’t have been more convenient. He sat there as she thought about it, her fingers tapping against the cup. He felt as if he was starting to sweat, expecting her to stand up and leave at any moment, or just tell him a curt ‘no’ and that would be the end of his dreams.
Tap, tap, tap.
“I told you last night I would be a supportive wife no matter what.” She began. He nodded, this was a good sign. “I’ve also always wanted a daughter myself. So yes, I’m okay with this.” He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He felt as if he needed to pinch himself to tell himself it was real. He grabbed the hand that was closest to him, squeezing it tight as he gave her the biggest smile he’d ever had.
“You are the best wife anyone could ever have.” He lifted her hand to kiss the back of it. “I’ll never say no to you ever again. I’m so beyond happy right now.” He wanted to jump up and whoop in joy.
“I’m just happy you’re happy. I’ll pack you a lunch, and will prepare the spare bedroom for her, maybe decorate it a little so she’ll feel comfortable.” Eman said.
He nodded. “I don’t actually know if I’d be able to find anyone this weekend. It might be an extensive process just like before. I can’t imagine any parent would just give their child away like this, but based on what the others are saying, it seems to be the case. I’ll text you if I decide to stay the night.”
It took him around an hour to finally get ready, making sure he had his passport and all his documentation for crossing the border. He gave Eman another huge kiss before he left, thanking her again for being so understanding. His mind raced the entire car ride, imagining seeing his new daughter for the first time, how he would speak to her. He wondered if she would be shy, or be stubborn at first. He knew now Eman would be a wonderful mother, and he had done hundreds of hours of research about how to properly train a girl to fit what he wanted.
The drive itself was quite a breeze, there weren’t many people trying to cross into Ukraine at this point, so there was barely any traffic. He had entered a random address on his GPS, close to where the guy on messenger had told him the nearest refugee camp was, and arrived there in about thirty minutes after reaching the border.
The country itself was in complete disarray, though he knew from seeing the news this side wasn’t quite as horrible as the capital city, which was now a warzone. The streets were pretty barren until he reached the camp. There were gates all around the makeshift town, and he wondered if they would even let him in. He nervously drove by an entrance, nodding at the guard who stood there watching him, clearly an Ukrainian soldier. “Name?”
“Jasem Baciu.” He said, trying to not sound shaky.
“Reason for being here?” The guard said sternly.
“I’m Romanian. My cousin is here, I came to see if they were okay. I wanted to bring some provisions.” He lied, though he did bring some extra food just in case.
“Passport?” Jasem handed the guard his passport, who studied it and nodded, opening the gate up for him. Jasem sighed as the guard handed his passport back, and immediately began driving again. He parked where he could away from the sight of the guard, and got out of his car, wanting to walk around to familiarize himself better. There were other people walking about, looking like it was a normal day except for the amount of military personnel present.
Jasem walked down the street, studying shops and the roads in general to see if he could find anything interesting. He was shocked to see a few pieces of blatant advertising whoring daughters and wives out pasted on the street lamps and notice boards, like it was the most normal thing in the world. It seemed the chat was right, the Ukranians were getting desperate after so many months of war. In fact, it had almost been a full year since it had started.
Despite this, he didn’t find anything useful about actually adopting a kid. He felt foolish after an hour of walking, wondering why he didn’t consider a plan in the first place. Of course, he couldn’t just go up to random people and ask them if they knew of such a service. They might scream and go to the cops. He was considering going to a local restaurant or pub when he stopped in his tracks, seeing a girl no older than fourteen.
She looked so innocent as she walked down the street, her clothes ragged and worn out. He wondered what she was doing, if she was going home to her family. She seemed like the perfect candidate for what he was looking for. Not knowing what else to do, he began following her, watching her every step as he followed her from a pretty far distance. He didn’t see anyone else on the street, though he wasn’t planning on trying to take her, just merely curious about her. He was only able to follow her around a corner when he heard a loud throat clearing behind him. He jumped more than he had ever before, and turned around to see a military officer holding a large rifle, staring at him with narrowed eyes. “And what are you doing sneaking about, sir?” The officer asked.
Jasem raised his arms, trying to look as innocent as possible. “I’m not doing anything bad, I swear! I’m Russian, I can show you my passport!”
“Your behavior was very suspicious. There’s a war happening. It wouldn’t do anyone well to be sneaking around like this.” The officer was an older man around fifty, with a large gray mustache on his face.
“I…” Jasem started. He had no excuse, and he knew he would have to think up something quickly.
“I think I know exactly what you’re looking for, in fact.” The officer said.
“What?” Jasem asked, completely startled. Did he actually know why Jasem was in the area?
“There have been other families that have come to this camp seeking the same thing.” He continued. “We’re the same type of men, I believe.”
Jasem couldn’t believe it. How could he have possibly gotten so lucky two days in a row? The officer fished in his pocket, and took out a piece of paper, scribbling on it. “Input this address on your phone, ask for Madame Nyura. They’ll guide you to the right place.” He winked. Jasem was speechless, and took the paper from the officer, looking down at the written text.
“Thank you, officer. You’ve saved me quite a lot of trouble.”
“Go no. Before someone else notices your suspicious behavior.” Jasem nodded, still unable to believe he came across a corrupt officer so easily. It seemed a little too good to be true though, so he messaged the group, asking if anyone had heard of this address or the madame he spoke off. He wandered back to his car as he waited for a response.
He was disappointed when a few of them indicated they hadn’t, but was delighted when the man from this morning said he did, telling Jasem it was one of the places he visited when he was in Ukraine himself. “Wonderful!” Jasem exclaimed, and began driving almost immediately.
It took only a few minutes to get there, as the camp itself was pretty small and secluded. He parked in the back of a white brick building, which was only about two stories tall. There were no signs indicating what it was, and to an outsider’s perspective, it looked pretty abandoned.
It was late afternoon now, and he hoped someone would be there to receive him. The front door was light blue and looked like it needed some repairs, just like the rest of the place. He knocked on it, but when no one responded, he opened the door, peering inside. He was disappointed to see the space was practically empty. “Hello?” He asked, wondering if he did fall for some sort of trap. “Hello?” He was about to start walking in when a hand tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, startled for the second time that day.
“Oh, hello.” He said, staring at an older looking guy with scraggly white and black hair.
“You’re at the wrong place.” The man said. “You’re looking for the Madame?”
Jasem nodded. “It’s the hotel right there.” The man pointed at a hotel across the street, which looked far better than the building. “Go to the restaurant and ask for the secret menu. They’ll guide you.”
“Thank you!” Jasem said, wondering if he would also have a place to stay for the night. He made sure he had his wallet on him and crossed the road, feeling a little better that the hotel looked far better than the decrepit building he was just at. In fact, the hotel was the nicest structure he’d come across since he had crossed the border.
He entered a lobby that was mostly empty, though had a receptionist at the desk. She guided him to the restaurant, where he eventually sat, looking around at the space in anticipation. It felt like he had gone through a whole journey just to get here, and he was looking forward to finally getting what he wanted. There were a couple of wait staff and a few people eating, though he realized none of them were Ukrainian. They seemed like hotel guests that were here to see their family, and would be heading back home as soon as they could.
A young man approached him with the food menu, and Jasem gulped as he asked, “could I have the secret menu as well?”
The waiter narrowed his eyes for a second, studying him, then nodded discreetly. “Coming right up, sir.” A few seconds later, the waiter came back with a binder, leaving Jasem alone with it. Jasem opened it at once, though tried to make sure no one was paying attention to him.
He was shocked and delighted. After a well designed front page indicating Madame’s Brothel, the book contained dozens of pictures of girls, none of them naked, though some in skimpy lingerie and swimming suits. They all indicated information like height, age, rates, and room numbers, some even specifying what the girls were specifically interested in, though emphasized that anything was allowed to all of the girls.
It felt like he had somehow come across the jackpot, and he didn’t know where to look. He was glad he had spoken to his wife before he left, and she had given him permission to experience some fun before bringing a girl home. He eventually settled on a twelve year old girl, who had long black hair, a gentle demeanor, and was 140cm tall. He was astounded at the prices, which were far lower than he imagined. It must’ve been really bad here in Ukraine, far worse than he had imagined.
“Have you chosen, sir?” A voice said, breaking him from his thoughts. Jasem nodded, and pointed to the girl he was eyeing up.
“Is this okay?” He asked.
The man nodded, and said, “I will be right back.” He left, worrying Jasem for just a second before he returned. “Unfortunately, she is currently booked, but will be available after a few hours. The Madame or one of her staff will take you to the room then.”
A few hours? Jasem couldn’t believe it. Was the market really that hot right now? Were there really that many other men looking for the same thing? He had thought his specific interests were niche, but now in just a small refugee camp, there seemed to be lots of like minded people exploring the same interests. He couldn’t help but imagine the thought of the tiny twelve year old girl being railed and fucked by someone for hours, then have to take on another client. His cock twitched in his pants. He hadn’t originally been planning on doing anything that day, but now he had to. He had to experience what it was like for once in his life.
“I can wait, I don’t mind.” He expressed, knowing he sounded very excited. The waiter was used to it though, and proceeded to take Jasem’s actual food order.
Just like the hotel itself, the food was actually really delicious. He had borscht, a traditional Ukrainian beet soup, which had a couple of years back when he visited with his wife, who had then been his fiance. He paid a bill that was half of what he remembered paying last time, and proceeded to walk to the hotel, wanting to see if he could stay there for the night.
The receptionist told him there were plenty of available rooms, though he knew they were probably separated from the real operation happening behind closed doors. He thanked her and checked in after informing one of the wait staff where they could contact him when the girl was ready.
He took the time to call his wife, updating her about the process, and she seemed timid but understanding of the whole thing, though shocked that a police officer would reveal his corruption so easily. She was just glad to know he was safe.
The next few hours was quite a bore. Jasem was too excited, his cock stirring from time to time the more he thought about it. It seemed so weird to him how many people seemed to approve of this, like it wasn’t some sort of Federal crime to indulge in such an act. It almost made him feel normal for the first time since he had begun this obsession.
It was close to 11p.m. when he heard a knock at the door. He ran up to it, not able to help himself. “Hi,” he said, looking at a beautiful blonde woman in her twenties.
“You’re Jasem?” She asked, giving him a smile. He nodded.
“She’s ready?”
“Yes, she was with her previous client for longer than he had booked. We apologize for the wait.” She had such a gentle voice, it was obvious why she was chosen for this job. He closed the door behind him and followed her to the staircase, wondering if he should make some conversation to break the silence.
“Is this your first time with a child?” She asked, like it was the most natural question in the world. “I see most of our clients, and I don’t remember seeing you before.”
He nodded. “It is. I’ve been interested in this my whole life, but I’d never thought there would be a place like this.”
“Yes, it’s become quite popular lately in our country. Lots of parents are whoring their daughters out to make ends meet. They’re recommending it to their family and friends, it’s the fastest way for them to make money now, so lots of people are eager to do it.” She explained. “There are a few more locations popping up in the area, but Madame’s place is still the most exclusive and popular. You’ve chosen well.”
“An officer actually told me about it.” He admitted, scratching the back of his neck.
“Oh?” She asked. “I know a couple of them who come here quite regularly. They need something to break the tension of warfare, afterall.”
“That makes sense.” He said, following her up to another level. “I’m just so surprised by all this.” He admitted.
“Don’t be, it’s becoming more and more normalized. In fact, I’m hoping for a daughter myself, just so I can also make some more money from this.” He was appalled, but nodded all the same. He would just have to adjust to the concept that it was just the norm now here. He did see all of the advertisements outside, afterall. And none of them really tried to be discreet.
After climbing three flights of stairs, they reached a floor, which the woman indicated was all for Madame’s customers and girls. She had a key, opening the door to the floor for them. He could immediately smell the scent of musk and sex in the air, and hear the sounds of moaning and skin slapping against skin. They walked down a corridor, and some doors were opened wide. He was intrigued, looking from side to side to see what he could.
Some doors had some ladies in their late teens and twenties, smiling up at him and wiggling their eyebrows, trying to seduce him. Some were talking to clients with lingerie on, with most of their bodies exposed. He wasn’t quite interested, though. They were older than his usual preferred age, and he had Eman at home for something like that.
“Here we are,” she said, opening the door for him.
“Thank you.”
“No worries. I will be bringing other clients up and down, but please find me if you need anything, or if you want to extend your stay with us.” She winked. She leaned in and whispered, “I hope you have a great experience, Mr. Jasem. Please come with us in the future for all your needs and desires.” She closed the room behind him, and he was shocked to find a normal hotel room, though slightly converted to a living space for a family.
An older man was sitting in the makeshift living room, already looking at him and smiling. “Hello sir, you’re here for our daughter Noor?” Jasem stared at him for a long moment, wondering if he had gone to the wrong room. No, the girl was definitely named Noor.
“You’re her…?” He asked.
“Father. We live here like a few other families, it’s part of the contract we get for having our daughter work for the Madame,” the father said. He stood up, and walked to the small kitchen as a pot of boiling water began ringing. He began pouring it into three cups, looking at Jasem and asking, “tea?”
“I…” This wasn’t what he had expected at all, but it was almost more of a turn on. It was what he had imagined he would be doing at home with his own daughter, training her to eventually whore her out. It was like the man was demonstrating Jasem’s very own fantasy in real life. “Can I take some tea after?” He asked.
“Of course, Noor is in her bedroom.” Her father said. Nodding, Jasem walked to where he indicated, wondering if the father listened to his daughter being fucked all day by strange men. What a weird but hot concept. He knocked, then opened the door, again shocked by what he found.
A woman, probably Noor’s mother, was helping Noor put her clothes on, just finishing the task when Jasem had walked in. She was bent over on her knees, and stood up straight, giving him a smile. “She’s all ready for you, sir.”
“Thank you,” he said, before studying the girl. She looked just like her pictures, or maybe even more beautiful. She was petite, exactly his type, with slightly developing breasts, long black hair, and a button nose. Her mother left the room hurriedly, closing the door behind her with a ‘click’.
Jasem was actually feeling a little nervous now. He had imagined this scenario so many times he worried he had hyped it up in his head, and that it would never live up to his standards. “My name is Jasem.” He said awkwardly.
Noor still stared at him with an innocent expression, but said in a small gentle voice, “what would you like me to do, Mr. Jasem?” She wore a sports bra and matching shorts, both black and hugging her small figure. He could practically see all of her already. The room had a desk, a dresser, and a single bed, perfect for her size. There were a few stuffed animals on the floor and photos hanging about.
“Lie down on the bed,” he said. She listened, lying on the bed on her back. He knelt down on the ground and pulled her tight shorts off, revealing white panties underneath. They were so innocent looking his hands began to shake. He was so excited he just couldn’t contain himself. His heart pounded as he took her panties off as well.
Her mound was so smooth and small. He studied the slit down the middle while holding his breath. It was just like what he saw in the illegal porn videos at home, but even better in real life. He opened her legs and put them on his shoulder, surprised by how he barely felt it from how light she was. He pushed his finger in, expecting the cum, or something from the previous guy, who had had her for hours. He was shocked to find it completely smooth, like no one had ever touched it before. Her mother must’ve helped her clean it up. He tentatively moved his finger up and down the slit, wanting to extend this as long as he possibly could, then he used two fingers to open her lips, revealing her clit, pussy, and anus. They were so petite, so much smaller than Eman’s, and looked so innocent.
He couldn’t help it, he desperately wanted to taste her. His cock was already rock hard and leaking from seeing someone so young naked for the first time. He reached his tongue out and licked her pussy, groaning into her as he tasted how sweet she was. It was sweeter than candy, and far better than he imagined. He pushed his tongue into her pussy, trying to get it as deep as he possibly could. She wiggled against him, and he looked up, telling her to stop moving. She listened at once, and he went back to tasting her. This time, he licked all the way from her anus to her clit, making her gasp out loud. “You taste so sweet, Noor. Has anyone ever told you that?” She shook her head. “Does it feel good when I touch you here?” She nodded. He began licking again, now solely focused on her clit. His tongue lapped on her like he was hungry, never slowing down even for a second. She began feeling it, and pushed her pussy against his face, silently begging for more.
Eventually, he could feel her juices begin to come out, and he stuck his finger inside of her, wiggling it and arching it upwards. She let out a moan, which he enjoyed very much. It was so innocent and sweet, just like the rest of her. It was quiet, but it expressed so much. Her pussy was so fucking tight, and he wondered how it was possible from the amount of fucking she had to endure everyday. He couldn’t wait to slide in and feel how much she expanded for him. It would be the most delicious fuck he ever had, and he wanted to take his time to get to it.
He began pumping her pussy at the same rhythm he lapped on her clit, forcing her to make sounds she didn’t intend on making. He hoped her parents were standing right outside, listening to the whole thing. Cum for me. He thought, and increased his pace until he felt her begin to squeeze his finger even more. He grabbed her small waist with his other hand, and felt the moment she went over the edge, moaning loudly as she buckled into his face, fully grinding into him now. He let her ride out her orgasm, then released her, pulling back. He put his finger in his mouth, not able to stop wanting to taste her juices.
“It’s your turn.” He said, and sat on the bed. “Pull down my pants.” She listened like she had done this hundreds of times before. She probably had, if he really thought about it. She unzipped his zipper and pulled his pants down, then proceeded to do the same with his black boxers. His cock sprang free, and he let out a sigh of relief. It had been begging to be touched all day just from the thought of this moment, and now it was finally happening. She wrapped her hand around the base, and he was shocked at how small her fingers were around his pulsing cock. Her fingers could barely grasp onto half of the girth. She wrapped her mouth around the tip, and gave him a gentle suck.
He realized at once he might never be able to fit fully inside of her mouth. The tip alone already seemed difficult for her, there was no way she could even go more than halfway. He took his in for future reference, knowing that he would have to train any girl he decides to adopt how to fit all of him inside of their small mouths. He held onto her loose black hair and began thrusting, though like he had predicted, he only went in halfway before he hit the back of her throat. She began choking, but he was too horny to care. He had given her her pleasure, it was now time to get his own. He thrusted over and over like his life depended on it, holding onto her head while he did it like she was his little doll to play with. She gagged, and tears began to fall down her face. It felt so fucking good. Her lips were so soft, and he could feel her tongue underneath him with each thrust. He had been edging himself practically all day, and now it was hard for him to not cum almost immediately.
He groaned loudly with each stroke, not caring if anyone was listening. He could feel his balls tightening, and he knew he didn’t want to stop himself - he would let himself cum, and then fuck her when his cock gets hard again. His eyes rolled back as he came, letting out days of saved cum into her mouth, forcing her to have to swallow over and over again to keep it from spilling out. Good - someone had already taught her how to swallow everything.
It was no use though, he was cumming too much for her small mouth. Some of it spilled out and fell onto his lap and the floor, but he was too busy to care at the moment.
He pushed her back when he was done, realizing he probably just had the best orgasm of his life. He had finally fulfilled his life-long dream, and it was amazing. He couldn’t wait to tell all his friends on the messenger chat.
He picked the cum up on his lap and fed it to her, forcing her to swallow it as she regained her breath. She panted and wiped her eyes, still watching him with a doe-like expression. The look she gave him alone was so hot his cock was already twitching again. Usually with his wife, he would cum once during sex, and they would head to bed, both having work the next day. With Noor, it was completely different. He felt as if he could cum inside of her over and over again and still not feel completely satisfied.
He picked her up and flipped her around, amazed at how light she was. He adjusted her so her ass was in the air, and aligned his cock at her entrance. She was so tiny, so breakable, and he wondered if he would even be able to thrust all the way inside. She was still wet from her orgasm, and he pushed his tip in, already groaning from it. It was… it was the best thing he’d ever felt. She was hot, smooth, insanely tight, to the point of being painful, and all for him. He pushed in more, and more, feeling her pussy open up for him with every inch.
“You feel so good, Noor. Gods, your pussy is everything.” He bent down to whisper in her ear. He pushed in another inch. “How does my cock feel, hmm?”
“So big…” she said. That was what he wanted to hear. He pushed all the way in, amazed at how she had managed to take in. He felt as if he was halfway up her body at this point. He had just cum, but even now, he wanted to cum again. He breathed in and out, trying to adjust to how fucking tight she was. When he was finally ready, he pulled all the way out and slammed back in. The hotel bed hit the wall, making a loud banging sound. Her parents would definitely hear that. It didn’t matter, he did it again, making her whole body shake from the motions. This was just too fucking good.
He grabbed onto her waist, forced her to arch her back, and began fucking her, slamming his balls against her clit over and over again as he had his way with her body. He grabbed onto her long hair, using the momentum to drive him harder against her. She made low mewling sounds with each thrust, and he groaned, leaning down to whisper dirty things in her ear. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You’re going to spend the rest of your life craving hard cock like this.” She continued to moan as he slammed her. “I wonder if you’ll ever forgive your parents for whoring you out, or maybe you’re thanking them for making you feel so fucking good.” He was so horny now he let all of his fantasies out, not caring if he or if his words were hunting her. He had one thing on his mind - how desperately he needed to cum again. He flipped her around while she was still inside of him, and proceeded to do the mating press, forcing her legs onto his shoulders as he pushed his cock as deep as he possibly could. He fucked her mercilessly while flipping her sports bra up, revealing her small perky tits with hardened nipples. He leaned down and sucked on them, his other hand kneading her breast, loving how it was still in the process of growing.
“I’m going to cum inside of you.” He breathed against her breast. He could feel himself break apart again, and he knew at once he would be even better than the last. His whole body began to shake, and he came, shooting out another huge load inside of her, making both of them arch their backs.
He stopped fucking her at once, panting loudly as he slumped onto the bed. It took him a few minutes to regain his energy, and as soon as he did, he looked in between her legs to see the mess he made. There was a large amount of cum seeping out of her, and it was the hottest sight he’d ever seen in his life. He took his phone out and took a picture, wanting to savor it forever.
He was shocked when the door opened, and her mother came in. He tried to cover himself, as his cock was now limp and still dripping at the tip. She didn’t even look at him though. “Noor, it’s time to prepare you for the next client.” Her mother said, then looked at him. “You’re done now, sir?”
He nodded. Wow, this girl was really not getting a break all night. He put his pants back on as he watched Noor’s mother taking out a wet rag, cleaning Noor up again. Noor let her do it patiently while holding onto her mother’s shoulder. Her mother set her back up, putting her panties and pants back on like nothing had happened in the first place.
Jasem exited the room and took the cup of tea from her dad, now freshly made and warm again. He didn’t even know what to say. Should he be telling the man that his daughter was a great fuck?
Instead of doing so, Jasem asked him where he would be able to find a girl to adopt, which was his main goal of coming to Ukraine in the first place.
“Talk to the woman who comes back, she’ll show you to the Madame,” he said.
“Great, thank you for the tea.” Jasem said, finishing it up.
He closed the door behind Noor’s family, excited to see who he could get to join his family.