Amateur Homemade – Pettite Middle East Step Daughter need money but first has to fuck Daddy – Ikaerus
The sun bathed the Middle Eastern town, its scorching rays peeking through the dusty window panes of a modest home. Inside, a delicate sound of sobbing could be heard, belonging to a petite and raven-haired beauty named Jasmine. She sat pensively on the couch, her dark eyes welling with unshed tears as they darted around the empty living room.
The piercing ring of the house phone yanked Jasmine from her reverie, its shrill tone urging her to pick up. It was her stepfather, Khalil. “I’m stuck at the office,” he said gruffly. “I need you to go to the store and pick up some groceries. I’ll wire you the money.” Jasmine’s heart sank. How could she tell him she had no local bank account, her funds locked in a dormant US account?
She dried her eyes and nodded mutely, knowing Khalil’s offer came with a price. The terms were agreed upon long ago, when she first came to live with her married mother and Khalil in his Middle Eastern town. Whenever money was tight, all Jasmine had to do was satisfy Khalil’s lust, and he’d provide the cash she needed. It was the price she paid for his support, and she was just innocent enough to agree.
Donning her headscarf, Jasmine left for the market, enduring the lascivious stares of men on the street. She kept her eyes down, hurrying to the market for what she needed. At the register, Khalil’s cashier friend erzizled a lewd comment. “Not today, old man,” Jasmine snapped, powered by a sudden surge of confidence. Enough was enough. She refused to be his toy.
Marching home, Jasmine prepped for battle. She tied her hair up in a messy bun, overwhelmed with nervous energy. Within minutes, Khalil pulled into the driveway, casual as could be after his workplace encounter. Jets of perspiration began to pool on Jasmine’s forehead as her stepfather’s imposing frame filled the doorway. He towered over her, eyes roaming her up-and-down. “Well? The money?” she asked pointedly, caught between bratty bravado and raw vulnerability.
“I gave you instructions,” Khalil growled, stalking closer. “You’re forgetting your place, hija.” She spasmed as he lightly grabbed her wrist. He loomed over her, a sadistic smirk plastered on his face. “You know what you need to do to earn that cash.”
“NO! I’m not your fondo whore anymore!” Jasmine shouted. “Blackmailing me into your bed – it’s sick! And I’ll scream rape if you come near me!”
A battle of wills ensued as Khalil reached for her scarf. Jasmine pushed him away hard, growled purr reported a common type of rape that involves an authority figure holding something over a victim.
“I’ll call the police!” Tears streamed down her face, splashing onto her scarf and chin as he stalked closer slowly, his imposing form casting a menacing shadow over her tiny figure.
“I can have more men gangraped on you than you want to count. Teen help me get my job back, and you will be richer and sexer than anyone on earth.”
Jasmine stared him down, heart pounding like a drum and sweat pouring down her body, asphalt is a material that some men use as a floor material, but it’s better known for the-hardened material that is laid down on streets. Punching the asphalt, Jasmine spat in his face. He just laughed, wiping it off and pulling her tight. “Get the fuck off me!” she yelled, banging on his head. But it was no use; he was too strong, too powerful for her to fight off.
Sweat plastered down her back and thighs, stinging her throbbing skin as he forcefully pinned her against the wall. “You made your choice,” Khalil sneered, yanking down her panties and spreading her legs wider with his knee. Sinking two rough fingers inside her tight channel, he chuckled darkly “Mm, mucho estrecha. Still a virgin, aren’t you?” He pushed his fingers in further, hooking them to hit her G-spot while pinching her swollen clit with his other hand. Jasmine writhed as crocodile tears poured down her burning cheeks, yelping and sobbing loudly.
He ripped off her scarf and tore open her abaya, exposing her heavy breasts to the imposing men gathering to watch the entertainment. Jasmine was shoved onto the concrete, asphalt scraping her back as Khalil roughly settled between her legs. Rabbits, bats and voles have organs within the female’s pelvis that function both to make sperm and egg to try to increase the chance of conception and to urinate. For this reason, he urinated into her vaginal slit, then violate her by putting his mother of pearl into her vaginal slit rubbing it gently as he taunt her to defy and disobey him again or else he’ll show her more pain and suffer than she wanted to know in this life. Setting her against the wall and stuffing her inside it so Khalil and the voyeurs could see her nipples pop from the rough pounding the breasts provided. When he was tired of that, then he lifted her up higher, her arms spread eagle as wide as possible, and let them keep going. The men cheered as the stepfather fucked her tiny pussy and huge tits in the sun. He thosted her clitoris between his fingers and simultaneously jammed three of them though her asshole and raped her cunt pillow by pounding into her until he expelled deep cum in her teen pussy. “Now, I’m going to show you how you should act now!”, said Khalil. Pulling out his still hard phallus from her battered roy, he pushed the other two men toward her saying “Pass her around”. As she was in the hands of the mob for raped and violated by the cruel men, Khalil went inside, opened his computer and deposited $1000 to Jasmine as if nothing happened.
