The Migrant - Pt.5 & Pt.6

The Migrant
Part Five

Hasan returned to Grace’s home about a half-hour after he’d left, bringing with him a small bag packed with various items. The moment he’d entered the front door, Grace met him with a gleeful smile and hug before he disrobed and instructed her to follow him upstairs once more. As she’d suspected, his libido had returned and he’d immediately resumed his sexual conquering of her body by throwing her unto her bed and fucking her for a good, solid twenty-minutes, cumming deep inside of her pussy only after she’d orgasmed several times. When spent, the two of them cuddled up in her bed and settled in for a restorative nap, Grace held in his arms while his big cock gradually went limp inside of her.

Eventually, the two of them fell asleep, Grace the first of them to awaken an hour or so later. When she did, she was careful not to disrupt him as she reached for her phone. Bringing up her text messages, she sent an update first to Kevin, filling him in about how she’d been filled in. Then she sent a message to her father in DC, letting him know she was fine, and that she loved him. Lastly, she sent a few messages to a group thread she was in with some other girlfriends from school; she’d not necessarily informed them of what all had occurred for her during the previous days, as the was a little nervous about what their reactions might be, but she’d at least hinted to them that she’d met a guy, and that they were already getting pretty serious.

As Hasan began to stir beside her, she set her phone down and turned her attention to him, her eyes latching onto the masterful cock between his thighs as it seemed to be engorging itself. Immediately, a deviant thought came to mind, and grinning Grace curled her legs round that she might kneel on the bed, her torso hanging across his pelvis as she pressed her lips against his dick tenderly. Watching for his reaction, she kissed his cock again, enrapturing it’s head in her mouth for a moment before letting it pop free, biting her lower-lip as Hasan moaned softly. Giggling, Grace carefully wrapped her hand around the base of his nearly erect cock, positioning it before her face as she licked all the way up its length, and then shoved the first four-inches in past her lips until it hit her throat.

“Mmm... good white girl.” Hasan commented as his eyes fluttered open, and he saw Grace servicing his cock lovingly. “I don’t mind waking up like this at all.”

Grinning as she stared up past his cock with her greenish-blue eyes, Grace began to bob her head up and down on his now turgid tool, lovingly slathering it with her tongue and saliva. “You like this?” She asked in the midst of continuing the sloppy blowjob until she shifted around to kneel between his parted thighs as he lay back on her bed. “How about this?” she asked as she scooted up, her hands finding either of her youthful breasts, pressing them together to create a crevasse between which his enormous cock could fit nicely. Giggling as she saw the approval in his face, Grace increased the speed of her ministrations against him as she fucked his cock with her tits.

“I like it very much.” Hasan answered, watching Grace, and loving every moment of this.

Grace kept up her pace for a short while, the valley between her modest mounds growing slick with precum as she worked against him, his moans directing her to keep going.

“Nnnngh... going to paint your face, white girl!” grunted Hasan as he approached his orgasm, shuffling from where he was laid on the bed, and moving to stand over Grace as he pushed her down onto her knees on the floor. His cock held tightly in hand, gripping so that he would hold-off his long enough in order to get the right angle, he pressed the tip of his cock against the tip of her nose. “Open wide, slut!” He ordered, and as her lips opened and she pressed out her tongue, the first thick rope of hot sticky cum lanced out from the slit in his cock and splashed across her face, unto her forehead. He groaned deeply as his hand stroked his length, milking pump after pump of potent seed into and onto her beautiful face as he effectively baptized her.

As the last droplets dribbled out of his cockslit, he settled the tip of his manhood just inside of her open lips, a reservoir of cum having pooled just inside against her tongue. “Suck me dry.” He instructed, and Grace did as she was ordered, one of her pretty eyes caked shut due to the thick globules of cum that coalesced there. She was a mess, but she moaned as she sucked decadently against his cock, the tip of her tongue pressing into his slit in order to coax any and all of this delicious load he had out. Grinning down at her, Hasan was more than pleased by her the adoring care she showed him and his manhood, and though she was thoroughly coated in his spunk, she was still the very picture of ivory beauty.

“Good girl.” He commented as he reluctantly pulled his dick from her lips.

“Now clean yourself.” He instructed, and with a nod, Grace brought her hands to her face that she might scoop the driblets of cum that clung on, others having dripped down to splash against her pert little tits. “Do not waste a drop.” He added. Blinking a moment, she brought the cum she’d scraped from her face back to her lips, and began to lick them clean, depositing every last drop into her mouth before she swallowed hungrily. A minute or so later, she’d cleaned most of Hasan’s cum from her body, though she remained knelt before him.

Plopping back unto her bed, he patted the spot next to him as though he wanted her to join him.

“I have something I want you to do.” He began.

Listening intently as she cleared her throat, Grace affixed both of her now clear eyes unto him as any loyal pet might’ve. “What is it? Anything.” She answered.

“My friend... Ahmed, turned thirty-three two-days ago, but... we didn’t get to celebrate.” Placing a hand against the inside of her left thigh, he teased the outer edge of her labia as he continued. “I want you to invite your female friends over for a party. Only... your female friends. I will invite Ahmed, Joban, Malik, and Kasim.” Thinking it over in her head, Grace knew what Hasan was asking of her, and though she felt an obvious sense of reservation over it, she wouldn’t disobey his instructions for her. Instead, she convinced herself that this would be good not only for Ahmed, who as a friend of Hasan was in need of a proper welcoming, but that it would be good for her friends. After all, her relationship with Hasan had already been good for her.

“Okay... I umm... I’ll text them right now.” She explained, reaching for her phone.

“Tomorrow night. Here.” He added.

Swallowing nervously, Grace felt a moment of apprehension until Hasan reached out to caress the side of her face tenderly. “Do it.” He said simply.

“Okay.” She answered, bringing up the group thread with her friends Jess, Kayla, and Maisie, and sending them a message. “I told them that since my *** is out of town, we could have a little get together. Like... I told them that I’d invited a couple of hot guys I met too.” She explained. “Does seven ‘o’clock seem, okay?” She asked, and after Hasan nodded, she sent the time. Almost immediately, she got confirmations back from both Jess and Kayla. “Maisie hasn’t texted back yet, she might be... a little... like umm... nervous about it.” Grace glanced at Hasan before holding up one finger and dialing Maisie with the other.

“Hey! Maisie! It’s Grace!” she spoke into the phone.

“Hey Grace. How’s it going?” replied Maisie over the speaker.

“It’s great! So umm... listen, I don’t know if you saw my text, but... well, like, my *** is out of town on business, and I have the house to myself. And so... I was like... thinking that we should have a little party to celebrate the beginning of summer, yeah?” Letting what she said soak in a moment, Grace cast a glance to Hasan who was watching her with a big grin. “...and so, Kayla and Jess have already said they were in, but I wanted to see if you could make it too. Tomorrow night, like around... seven-ish? I invited some really cute guys I met the other day, and I think it could be fun.” Grace bit her lower-lip as she waited for a response, knowing that Maisie was thinking it over on the other end of the phone-call.

“I... I dunno, Grace... I mean...” Maisie began.

“I promise you, that you’ll have a good time! C’mon! It won’t be the same without you! Please?” Grace pleaded, the genuine desire to have Maisie there evident in her voice.

After a prolonged silence, she heard a relented sigh and knew before Maisie even spoke what the answer was. “Alright... fine. I’ll be there. But... you promise me you won’t leave me along with Jess and Kayla all night, like the last time the four of us went out?” Maisie poised.

“I promise!” Grace answered.

“Alright, alright. I’ll be there at seven.” Maisie answered.

“Awesome! Bye!” Grace said as she swiped down on her phone, looking to Hasan after so as to gauge his reaction to her having made it happen. “Well, they’re all coming. All three of them.” She said simply, smiling brightly.

“Why was Maisie so reluctant to attend?” Hasan asked.

“Maisie’s a bit younger than me, Jess, and Kayla... but she’s always hung around us, because her parents are friends of ours. She's also Jess' cousin. So like... she’s sort of like a younger sister in a way. And while Maisie and I get along pretty well, her and Jess and Kayla have had some... awkwardness in the past. Like, they like each other and what not, but they just... I dunno, they just don’t jive as well as whenever I’m around and in the mix. If that makes any sense?” Grace asked, then shrugged her shoulders. “So... like, it’ll be a birthday bash for Ahmed?”

“Yes. I will pick up some things for the... party... in the morning, if you can perhaps help set the mood with some decoration?” Hasan perched one eyebrow slightly higher than the other.

“Umm, yeah... yeah! I can do that. I can ask Kevin to give me a ride into town tomorrow, where I can grab some stuff.” She explained.

“Who is Kevin?” asked Hasan rather sternly.

“Hmm... oh, he’s just... he’s a boy who lives next door. We’ve been friends since we were little.” As she explained this, she could see a change in the outward expression of Hasan that concerned her. “Umm... he’s... like... he’s gay.” She said reassuringly.

Immediately Hasan burst out into a loud laughter, sparking a chuckle from Grace.

“He’s a faggot?” Hasan asked.

Grinning brightly, and rather aroused by the cruel use of a derogatory term for what amounted to her best friend, Grace nodded enthusiastically. “Yep... he’s a... umm... he’s a total faggot.” She exclaimed and was met with another bout of laughter from Hasan.

“This is okay then. He can drive you.” Hasan explained, shaking his head in amusement.

“Then it’s set.” She said.

“It is. Now, come with me to the kitchen, and make me something more to eat.” He instructed, slipping off of the bed to stand, and beckoning her to her feet as well. He towered over her as she started out ahead of him, and as he glared down at her bare backside, he felt compelled to playfully slap her jiggly as, eliciting a loud yelp and giggle.

“You dog!” She shouted at him, laughing, and beaming brightly.

“A horny dog who is going to fuck his white bitch after some food.” He answered.

The Migrant
Part Six

Friday had basically finished the way it began, with Grace and Hasan fucking like rabbits off and on throughout the day. By the night, when they’d settled down together, sharing her bed, Grace had pretty much lost count of how many times she’d been speared by his massive dick, or how many times she’d orgasmed. When the morning of Saturday came, she awoke to find Hasan dressing in his actual clothes and apologizing to her that he needed to leave in order to meet with his immigration representative within the State Government. Grace had reassured him that it was fine, and that she couldn’t wait to see him later in the night for the party, to which Hasan promised to make it up to her then.

After sleeping a few more hours after he’d gone, Grace had finally emerged from her slumber, and after showering for the day, went about sprucing up her home in advance of calling Kevin and asking him for a ride to the store.

Naturally, he’d wanted to know everything; every sordid detail about the day prior, but Grace assured him that she would relay them during their ride into town. This put some pep in Kevin’s step as he was knocking at her door, ready to drive within ten-minutes of her asking him. Amused by his enthusiasm, Grace regaled him of how she had spent the day having passionate sex with Hasan, off and on, and that she’d orgasmed more than she could even recall. She described the shape and size of Hasan’s cock for Kevin, who at first refused to believe it could really be so big. She also hinted at the possibility of going off of her birth control, despite actually having already done so at Hasan’s direction, simply because she didn’t want to hear Kevin’s warning that it was a bad idea.

By the time they arrived at the boutique and department store downtown, Kevin was almost rabid in his desire to know more. Though, Grace swore she’d told him everything, but of course there were certain details she’d kept to herself.

Like for instance, why she needed a ride downtown in the first place.

“So... like... I want to decorate home with some stuff that will really set it off for Hasan and I... like, I want our night to be... like amazing. So... I’m thinking black, green, and red as colors; and sort of Africa as a centralized theme, if that makes sense?” She explained as they strode inside of the shop, Kevin pushing a shopping cart while Grace scrolled through a list of items she wanted to pick up on her iPhone. After here, she and Kevin would need to head to a Grocery Store to pick up the food she was planning on cooking for the party, and she imagined that overall she’d end up spending a decent bit of money. Thankfully, whenever her father had gone out of town on business, he tended to allow her free use of a Debit card for whatever expenses she incurred, and today it’d come in handy.

“I also want to keep an eye out for something that would work as a gift for Ahmed... I have no idea what sort of thing he’d like, so I guess we’ll have to be creative.” She added, scanning the first isle they walked down for anything that stuck out. “Oh... and I want to swing by Victoria’s Secret before we head hope for something special for Hasan.” Biting her lip as she often did, Grace wanted to make her man especially happy tonight, and as such had an idea in mind. Looking back to Kevin, she could see a broad teasing grin across his face at the mention of Victoria’s Secret. Rolling her eyes, she then shook her head in amusement.

“You really are such a pervy little fag.” She called him.

“Whoa... a what?” He stopped in his tracks.

“Nothing.” She said, sticking her tongue out at him.

“You bitch!” He retorted through a bout of chuckling.

“Oooh! These are perfect!” Grace exclaimed as they turned into the next isle, this one festooned with disposable plates, cups, and napkins in a veritable rainbow of colors. “If we were planning a party for you, I might pick all pink... or maybe one of each.” She winked at Kevin, rather enjoying this newfound habit of teasing him over his homosexuality. Sure, it was mildly cruel of her, but as far as she could tell, Kevin was enjoying this new aspect of their friendship. “But for tonight... umm... here we go, red... green... no, not that green, it’s too bright... hmm...” She placed a packet of neon-greenish napkins back on the shelf, then scanned for the right shade. “...here we go... and black!” A few packets of each in the cart, Grace then hurried gleefully over to where the plates and cups were, selecting colors that matched the napkins perfectly.

“What else?” Kevin asked as he surveyed the items in the cart.

“I dunno... like, some stuff that fits the theme I guess.” Grace answered.

“The theme? So like... some rubber chickens?” He teased, though Grace didn’t immediately get what the joke was. “Y’know... cause Hasan and his buddies all have big cocks?” Kevin shook his head as Grace made an ‘ah-hah’ face in understanding.

“Only if we paint them black... and so long as they’re really big.” She quipped with a giggle.

From there, Grace and Kevin made their way the rest of the big store, snaking through one isle after another, grabbing everything and anything that Grace felt were necessitated for such an affair. She also had added a number of silly items that she and Kevin had made jokes about in the process, most notably a quartet of stuffed white rabbits, and five matching stuffed black horses. Grace had been clueless as to the meaning behind the plush toys, but Kevin had been kind enough to fill her in, through a few bouts of uproarious laughter that she and he shared in. Still, Grace felt it a rather fitting addition to really hammer home the theme, and Kevin had sworn, though the genders of the stuffed toys wasn’t explicitly clear, that the rabbits were ‘snowbunnies’ and the horses, ‘stallions’.

After check-out, they packed the items into Kevin’s car, and drove off to the next stop on the way home, which so happened to be Victoria’s Secret. “You looking for a thong?” Kevin teased Grace, falling into an obnoxious rendition of the ‘thong-song’ as they entered the store.

“Maybe.” She answered as matter of factly, though once inside the store, Grace kind of peeled off on her own to explore while Kevin just kind of milled about uncomfortably. “Not exactly your kind of store, huh?” she teased him, to which he gave her the middle-finger. Laughing, Grace finally asked one of the girls working at the store for some help, and after a lengthy discussion she’d made up her mind and made a purchase, hastily stuffing what she’d bought into a Victoria’s Secret bag so as to keep Kevin from poking fun over it. When he tried to peer inside, she pulled it away from him, and held it to her opposite side. “Nope! Not for you, gay-boy!” She said, sticking her tongue out at him once more.

Leaving Victoria’s Secret, Kevin drove Grace to the Grocery Store, and accompanied her inside as she purchased a number of easy-to-make snacks that she, and the rest of the party-goers could enjoy throughout the night.

By the time she’d made it home, it was nearing five in the evening, and after begging Kevin to help her bring everything inside, and help set up, she hugged him as thanks and swore that she’d not leave out any of the gritty details when they talked the following day. Kevin, as Grace knew he would, expressed and interest in attending the night’s affairs, but she didn’t relent, warning him that she wasn’t so certain that Hasan or any of his friends would take kindly to a gay guy hanging out. And so, begrudgingly, Kevin relented and left to head home, reminding Grace that she owed him.

Content with the manner in which she and Kevin had decorated her home in advance of the party, Grace hurried upstairs that she might get ready for the arrival of her friends, and more importantly, Hasan and his friends.

And, at the stroke of seven ‘o’clock exactly, there came a ringing of her doorbell, and Grace, in a panic as she’d only just managed to slip into a tight-fitting black cocktail dress and finish applying her makeup, nearly stumbled out of her bedroom as she slipped on a pair of stiletto high-heels and carefully descended the stairs. Clearing her throat in advance of opening the door, she was relieved to see that it was Jess, Kayla, and Maisie who had arrived first, the three of them standing together outside. “Hey! Come on in!” Grace greeted gleefully, smiling broadly as she and the other three girls exchanged hugs. “I’m so glad you guys could come! This is going to be such an awesome night!”

“It better be girl!” replied Jess in a sassy, though clearly cordial tone.

“Ooh... you look amazing, Grace!” commented Kayla.

“Thanks! You look great too! I love the dress!” Grace explained, motioning with a hand so that Kayla would give her a spin round. Indeed, all three other girls were dressed rather provocatively, even Maisie who’s own little black dress was even shorter than Grace’s. “I see we almost have a theme going.” Grace teased, as Kayla’s dress was also black. Only Jess wore a different color, hers being a made of a sort of reflective silverish material. “That dress is lit!” commented Grace as she reached out to touch the fabric of Kayla’s dress between her thumb and index finger. “We are some sexy girls tonight!” Grace exclaimed giddily as she pointed at the three of them, then herself.

“Woooooooooo!” cried out Jess, who was soon accompanied by Kayla.

Giggling as a quartet, Grace led her friends into the living room where some music was already playing on the stereo system, specifically a Gucci Mane track that she, Kayla, and Jess had all adored during the school year. Maisie, who’s musical tastes weren’t as in sync, just giggled and rolled her eyes as Grace and the other two started dancing playfully.

“You guys are ridiculous!” Maisie commented, to which Jess stuck out her tongue at her.

“So... there are snacks here...” Grace began to explain.

“...speaking of snacks, where are these hot guys you promised us?” Kayla interjected.

“They’re coming!” Grace quickly answered.

“Yeah, they are, all over my face tonight! Woooooooo!” cried out Jess as she made a lewd gesture with her hand, mockingly pretending to suck on an imaginary phallus while poking her tongue against the inside of her cheek to make it bulge accordingly.

“Eww, you guys are so gross!” replied Maisie as she giggled, and then pretended to shudder in disgust of her friends.

Grace laughed loudly, as did Kayla at the playful banter at play between Jess and Maisie. Of the three older girls, Jess knew Maisie the best, which made sense given they were cousins. As for Kayla and Grace, they knew Jess from having grown up together, and having been in a majority of the same classes as one another. Maisie, whom they looked on as a sort of younger sister, seemed to always tag along, and together the four of them had really grown to develop a bond. But, of the four, Maisie was definitely the most reserved, and often times played the role of an anchor to their otherwise out of control jaunt through wild seas. At times, Grace was annoyed by this, but at other times, she was more than grateful for it.

“So... like, what’s with the stuffed animals?” pointed out Kayla as she spotted the four white rabbits, and five black horses sitting in a row on the long couch.

“Oh... right...” giggling, Grace picked one of the rabbits up and held it out to Maisie.

“Ooooh! Bunny! So cute!” Maisie cooed.

“The snowbunnies... are us.” Grace explained.

“...and the horses?” interjected Jess.

“The horses, are our stallions.” Grace answered.

And as if on cue, there came a loud knock at the door which startled Grace, causing her to jump a little in surprise. “Oooh! I think... that’s them now!” She said, grinning broadly as she cast a glance to each of her friends before going to answer the door.

“Hey baby!” stated Hasan in a suave tone of voice as the door swung open.

Grace smiled brightly at him, her greenish-blue eyes trailing over him before she stepped forward and threw her arms around his neck to embrace him in a tender, loving kiss. From behind her, she could hear the ‘Oooohs!’ of Kayla and Jess as they watched.

Slipping an arm around her waist, Hasan stepped inside of the home with Grace at his side, as behind him four equally as tall and well-built black men followed. His friends from the other day when Grace had walked home from school, they were all dressed rather handsomely, and judging by the looks on the faces of Kayla, Jess, and even Maisie, they had made an immediate impression. “This is my man, Hasan.” Grace introduced. “...and this is Kayla, Jess, and Maisie.” She motioned to each of them in turn, before looking up into Hasan’s face so as to gauge his reaction to them. Naturally, he had a broad grin on his face as he sized the three other girls up, then after licking his lips he beckoned Grace to move aside just enough that he might similarly introduce his friends.

“Nice to meet you ladies.” Hasan said. “This is Joban... Malik... Kasim... and this is the birthday boy, Ahmed.” Each of the four men waved a simple greeting to both Grace, and the other girls.

For her part, finally getting to see Hasan’s friends in a better light and atmosphere, she could tell that they were all quite handsome and fit as well. Maybe not to the degree that Hasan was, but still enough to elicit an approving glance over from Grace. What she also detected, as she looked back to her friends who stood quietly together, was an obvious sense of anxiety among them. Grace hadn’t exactly been specific in her description of the ‘hot guys’ she was having over tonight, and she could already tell that Jess, Kayla, and Maisie were more than a little intimidated. Knowing she needed to break the ice, and quickly, Grace pulled away from Hasan and walked over to the couch where the remaining stuffed animals were lined up.

“I was just explain to the girls, the meaning behind the stuffed animals.” Grabbing another white rabbit in one hand, and a black horse in the other, Grace held them out. “The snowbunnies... are the four of us.” She winked to Hasan, who grinned even broader. “...and the black stallions... well, they’re the five of you.”

“Sounds like a recipe for a fun evening.” Commented Hasan. “What do you say we get things started with some drinks.” He explained and stepping forward with a pair of bags held in each of their hands, Joban and Malik began to set out a wide variety of alcoholic beverages on the coffee table in the midst of the comfy couches.

“Now we’re talking!” exclaimed Kayla as she giggled.

“Yeah! Let’s get this party started!” Jess added.

Smiling brightly, Grace was more than grateful that her two friends were of the sort to just adapt to a situation and make the best of it. It saved her having to be the one to really get things rolling, and it meant that the night would indeed be an enjoyable one.

“Tequila?” asked Malik as he smirked to Kayla.

“Ooh... you’re speaking my language!” she replied.

Nearby, Grace had gone over to the stereo that she might turn-up the volume, letting the beat thump throughout the living room as everyone began to settle in. And, as Malik poured shots of Tequila for everyone, Grace went over to stand beside Hasan, slipping an arm around his waist as she planted a tender kiss against the side of his cheek. “You look so sexy.” She whispered into his ear, genuinely having found his attire of a pair of loose-fitting black slacks, and a nice cotton button up shirt to be the perfect look on him.

Grinning as he looked her over, Hasan placed one of his strong hands at the cusp of Grace’s right ass cheek and gave it a firm, domineering squeeze. With a yelp, Grace startled the others who looked over in her direction, but as she giggled, they all figured out what had happened and similarly began to laugh in their own right.

“Hey! Here! Take these!” explained Kayla as she carried two green plastic shot glasses filled to the brim with Tequila over to Grace and Hasan. Accepting one each, Grace smiled to Hasan who looked over at his friend Malik as he continued to play bartender, pouring shots as quickly as Jess, Joban, Kasim, and Ahmed could down them. Even Maisie seemed to have already downed a pair herself, though a third came to her just as quickly as it had been poured, thanks to Kayla who effectively forced it into the younger girls hand. “No excuses! No arguments! Just drink it!” she stubbornly protested at Maisie, who was giddily resigned to roll her eyes and down it.

Some time passed as everyone began to enjoy themselves; Kayla and Jess splitting off with Ahmed in one corner of the living room, while Maisie sat alone on the big couch in between Joban and Malik, with Kasim flanking Joban to her right. Grace had settled atop of Hasan’s lap as he sat confidently in Grace’s father’s recliner, her hand placed against his bare abdomen through the halfway unbuttoned shirt as she stared into his dark-eyes adoringly. It hadn’t taken long for the effects of all the tequila to really take ahold of Grace and the other girls, who were all exhibiting signs of early-stage intoxication.

What made matters worse, was when Ahmed pulled out a few joints and sparked up, which was why Jess and Kayla had surrounded him almost immediately. The pass around had already occurred, and everyone, even a reluctant and initially resistant Maisie, had partaken.

“This is a wonderful party.” Commented Hasan as he planted a soft kiss against the underside of Grace’s chin. “I thank you for helping my friend, Ahmed celebrate his first birthday in America.” He added, the hand perched on her thighs sliding further upward. “Your friends seem like they’re having fun too. Even young Maisie.” Indeed, the youngest of the girls had really settled into a seemingly happy mood, as she attracted the attention of the three black men seated around her. They had been talking about all manner of subjects as far as Grace could tell, and it was clear that Maisie was really enjoying their company. Her giggles and laughter broaching the background music from time to time, eliciting amused glances from Grace, Kayla, and Jess.

“She really is.” Grace echoed Hasan’s sentiment, smiling happily for her friend. It was an incredible notion for her, that this party she had thrown together at the last minute at the request of Hasan, had thus far turned out as well as it had. Granted, the added mixture of alcohol and weed was making that an easier goal to attain, as she knew for a fact that she was definitely in some sort of state of inebriation and highness, as were each of her friends. But still, Grace felt confident that even if there hadn’t been Tequila, or Marijuana, that she and her friends would’ve still found a way to make this whole thing work. And that Hasan and his friends would have too. “I think--” about to say something, Grace’s mind went blank as she felt a finger touch against her pussy.

“I think we should take the party to the next level.” Commented Hasan, finishing her thought as his hand had slipped underneath of her skirt, found the lace underwear she’d been wearing, and pressed it aside that he might touch her pink cunt.

Gasping, Grace felt her heartrate suddenly spike, and a release of endorphins further cloud her perception of reality. Bracing herself against him, with one hand at his chest, the other planted firmly against his thigh, she locked eyes with Hasan as his fingers probed. “Mnah!” She whimpered loudly, alerting everyone else as to what was happening. Immediately she could sense the stares of all her friends, and Hasan’s friends as Hasan began to finger-fuck her in front of them all. Flushed a shade of bright red, Grace felt overwhelmed by two sensations; one of pleasure, the other of embarrassment, yet she didn’t resist Hasan’s ministrations against her. Instead, she threw back her head and moaned loudly at the ceiling above her.

“Yeah! Now it’s a party!” exclaimed Kayla from where she’d been sat next to Ahmed, clearly aware of what was happening to Grace, and also clearly enthused about it. Giggling opposite of her as she too sat beside Ahmed, Jess cast a glance at the handsome birthday boy, and found herself drawn into a lip-lock with him. Kayla took notice of this too, her mouth going wide as she saw the passionate, tongue-filled kiss that Jess and Ahmed were engaged in. When it broke, Jess reached out to grab at Ahmed, turning his head that he might face her. “I can kiss better than that!” She proclaimed as she pulled him in for a lip-lock of her own, his tongue and hers immediately coalescing together.

From afar, with Hasan’s finger still inside, Grace saw her two friends exchanging kisses with Ahmed and she cheered loudly. “Yeah! Get it birthday boy!” she encouraged him, a second later a hand finding her face and turning it that she might see something else. “Oh wow!” Grace said as she saw Maisie, similarly tied-up in a passionate kiss with Malik, while Joban grabbed at the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, bearing his chest. Gradually, it began to dawn on Grace that what was about to happen, had been the intention all along, though she’d known it in the back of her mind from the moment that Hasan had made the request of a party.

“Come here, white girl!” Hasan beckoned to Grace in order to re-attain her focus, and as she turned back to face him, she saw that he had entirely unbuttoned his soft cotton shirt, and that he had also unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. Blinking eyelids over her greenish-blue ponds, she saw his massive manhood exposed to her, and was drawn to showing it proper attention and affection. “Good girl.” Hasan complimented as Grace slipped off of his lap, kneeled between his spread thighs, and took a grasp of the base of his throbbing cock in one hand. He didn’t even need to give her further direction, as Grace pressed her lips against the underside of his shaft and kissed it lovingly before dragging her tongue up its length.

In the corner of the room, Kayla and Jess had snuck one of each of their hands under the waistband of Ahmed’s jeans and were feeling up his meaty cock, while alternating kisses with him.

On the couch, Malik had worked Maisie’s dress down to her waist during their make-out, her perky pink nipples exposed to his strong groping hands as around them both Kasim and Joban had stood up, and after removing their shirts had pushed their pants off and stepped out of them, entirely in the nude now. Blinking in a daze, Maisie had little concept of how quickly things were unfolding for her, but she was also incredibly taken by it all, her own arousal having built-up like a mountain in no time being surrounded by such sexy men as these. So, when Joban broke the kiss, his hands quickly tearing his own shirt off, followed by his pants in order to reveal his near ten-inch cock to the young girl, Maisie didn’t resist at all, instead allowing a guiding hand to push her down between his parted thighs as she too began to administer a blowjob.

“Ahn! Ahhh fuck!” cried out Jess from behind Grace, causing her to turn away from Hasan’s cock and see what was happening to her friend. The culprit was Ahmed, who was furiously fingering Jess while Kayla had dropped down to her knees in front of him, trying to pull his pants down the length of his legs and free his cock that she and Jess might enjoy it. Blinking, Grace took note that while Ahmed was incredibly well endowed in his own right, maybe a shade over eleven-inches long and as thick as her wrist, he still didn’t measure up to her man, Hasan. This sparked a sense of pride in Grace as she turned back the other way to her left, going past Hasan’s cock again in order to see what was going on with Maisie and the other three men.

“Suck my dick, white girl!” instructed Malik as he sat back with Maisie knelt before him, her head buried in his lap, bobbing up and down while Joban and Kasim stood on either side of her, their hands slowly pumping away at their own impressive cocks.

Simultaneously, Grace felt both pity, and jealousy toward the youngest girl.

“Return to me.” Hasan said simply.

Blinking back from her distraction, Grace turned her head back to her man, and apologetically leant forward to plant a pair of tender kisses against each of his swollen testicles. “Sorry baby!” She said before pressing the flat of her tongue against the base of his shaft and licked all the way up and through the slit on the head of his cock. Judging by the shudder she felt tremble throughout his thighs, Grace figured she’d performed her adoration of his cock in an acceptable manner and felt no small sense of pride about it. “Mmmm... love your big black cock so much.” She exclaimed sensually, letting her moan and words reverberate against his dick. At the same time, she slipped one arm through one shoulder strap of her little black dress, then the other, and then pulled it down to her waist, baring her supple modest tits to him.

A chorus of moans, whimpers, and yelps soon began to coalesce into an orchestra as the three groups began to settle into an overtly sexual scenario; the interracial orgy unfolding exactly as Hasan had wanted it to, and to one degree or another, exactly as Grace had envisioned it.

When beckoned from where she knelt and spun round that she might ride Hasan’s cock reverse cowgirl style, Grace’s eyes went wide in shock of what she saw going on. Though, her shock didn’t come from the fact that Jess had mounted Ahmed’s dick with her pussy and was now bobbing up and down on it while Kayla engaged the birthday boy passionately. No, Grace’s shock came from what she saw happening to Maisie, who had been stripped of her dress and any undergarments and was now knelt in the middle of a circle of black men as Joban, Malik, and Kasim were alternatingly feeding her their cocks. The sight was jarring to Grace, because Maisie had always been the more reserved girl of the group, not just because she was younger than the others, but just because it wasn’t in her character to be so unabashedly wild.

“She’s enjoying this.” Hasan whispered into Grace’s ear from behind, the tingle of his hot breath against her earlobe driving her mad with carnal lust. “Now... ride me.” He instructed.

And so, climbing atop his lap, Grace spread her thighs apart and slowly began to lower herself down unto Hasan’s throbbing, fourteen-inch dick while his hands helped to support and guide her. “Mnah! Oh God! Oh baby!” She whimpered loudly, her nubile body immediately trembling as a tidal wave of pleasure cascaded throughout her. Taking just about half of his length up inside her tight love canal, Grace whimpered as Hasan tried to pull her down even further, once again stretching her to the point of absurdity. “Yes! Oh baby! Your cock is so big!” Grace exclaimed loudly, as she leant back against his bared chest, one of his hands finding a grasp of her left mound as he kissed her possessively, Grace sucking his tongue in past her lips lovingly.

A thrust later, and Grace yelped mutedly against his lips as she tumbled over the edge of her first orgasm of the night, her back arching, and her flat tummy spasming as she was rocked with sensation that drove her further mad with lust and desire.

Her eyes going wide, Grace broke free of Hasan’s dominant kiss as she cried out in pure ecstasy.

In the corner, Jess continued to ride Ahmed’s dick until she too lost control and screamed like a banshee in pure euphoria as she came. Kayla, who had been goading her friend on to ride harder and faster, grinned deviously and leant in to kiss Jess deeply while one hand found her clit and began to rub it furiously in order to intensify, and prolong her climax. The moment Jess had had enough, quite literally falling off of Ahmed’s dick as she plopped unto the small sofa next to him, Kayla climbed up atop the birthday boy, and slowly lowered herself onto his still dripping wet cock. “Ahh God! Yes! Fuck me, birthday boy! Fuck me with your big black cock!” Kayla cried as she began to gyrate her hips in a circular motion while Ahmed reached up to grab at her bountiful breasts, his face obscured by Kayla’s blonde locks as they cascaded down over him while she rode his dick.

On the big couch, Joban had taken a firm grasp of Maisie’s short brunette mane and was now humping her face, his cock buried halfway in past her lips as she gagged and choked rather alarmingly against the intrusion as it was thrust inward. Malik and Kasim had each taken one of Maisie’s hands and had guided her to stroking their cocks while she was face-fucked. And were it not for the fact that she hadn’t stopped jerking them off, Grace might’ve thought that Joban’s buried in her mouth and throat was too much for the young girl to handle. But, in spite of what she’d expected, Maisie was surprisingly holding her own with regard to pleasuring these incredible stallions.

“Yeah! Get it Maisie! Woooooo!” Cried out Jess as she sat up once her orgasm had faded, peering out over at her cousin while one hand swiped a few strands of reddish hair from her face. “Work those massive cocks, babe!” Jess giggled.

“Mnah! Ahh! Yes! Fuck me!” Grace cooed as Hasan began to thrust his pelvis up toward her as she sat atop his lap, his cock deep inside of her quivering, wet pussy. She held unto him for support as his thrusts intensified gradually, spearing her with the same confident motion that he had done many times before, and regardless of the fact that this wasn’t the first time she’d had sex with him, it still felt like new each time. In her mind, he was the apex predator of men. An utter and total Adonis that would fulfill her every sexual need, and beyond. “Fuck me! Fuck me with your black dick!” She exclaimed loudly, eliciting another cheer from Jess who turned to watch her instead.

“Wait... no... ow! Ahh! Fuck!” Maisie’s protestations, and a sudden yelp brought Grace and Jess both back to looking in her direction, where they saw that the girl had been bent over the armrest of the big couch, and that Malik had just shoved his cock inside. The realization that Maisie had just been deflowered so definitively wasn’t lost on Grace, or Jess as they watched in awe, with no small sense of concern for her lingering in their thoughts. But, as Maisie began to whimper and moan in rhythm with Malik’s thrusts into and out of her, both Grace and Jess’ looks of worry faded. Maisie was indeed enjoying this every bit as much as they were, perhaps even more so.

“Yeah Maise! Woooo!” hollered Jess. “You’re a woman now, girl!” she added.

Giggling, Grace was brought back to her own situation as she found herself lifted up by strong hands, and unceremoniously thrown onto the recliner. Looking back, she saw a determined and wholly aggressive look on Hasan’s face as he placed a hand against her back and shoved her down so that her ass was presented to him. “Fucking white slut! Pay attention to me when I’m fucking you!” He growled angrily, one hand grabbing a handful of her blonde hair and pulling it brutally as the other latched unto her hip and held her place, all while he placed and then shoved the whole of his dick into Grace’s quivering cunt, sending an explosion of both pleasure and pain throughout her.

“Ahhh!” Grace screamed as she was so brutally penetrated, arching her back toward Hasan as he wrenched her by her hair and didn’t release. “I... I’m sorry! I’m sorry baby! Ahhh! Please... please forgive me! Ahhh!” Grace cried and whimpered in pain as Hasan pulled even harder on her hair, his hips beginning to thrust into and out of her with building intensity. Desperate for support of any kind, Grace firmly planted one hand on the backrest of the recliner, while the other instinctively went to try and alleviate the pain in her scalp by freeing her hair from Hasan’s grip.

“Fucking stupid white whore!” growled Hasan as he humped Grace hard and fast, refusing to let go of her hair, and uncaring if whether or not he hurt her by doing so.

Meanwhile, Kayla was crying out in ecstasy as she rode Ahmed’s cock, Jess giving her friend the same treatment she’d received; kissing Jess deeply with tongue, while her hand rubbed her clit furiously and drove the other blonde madly over the edge of an orgasm. As for Maisie, her protestations had stopped only because Joban had stepped forward to shove his meaty dick into her mouth while Malik continued to fuck her from behind, his pace increasing as Kasim held onto Maisie’s hand and goaded her still into stroking his cock until Malik relented a minute later. It was a Chinese fire drill next, as the three men swapped positions; Malik coming round to feed his cock, still dripping with her pussy juices to the young girl, while Kasim took over fucking her from behind, and Joban now borrowed her free hand that he might use it to stroke himself off.

“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” Grace yelped loudly with each brutal thrust that Hasan gave her, his cock finding the ultimate depths of her pussy each time, threatening to tear and or bruise her. Tears were starting to stream down her cheeks as she held on for dear life, her body aching due to how she had been contorted by Hasan, and his unfaltering need to punish her. “I’m sorry! Ahh! Ahh! I... I... I’m... Ahh! Fuck! I’m... Ahh! Sorry! Ahh! Fuck... Fuck me!” Grace stammered in between each thrust, clearly not wanting to disappoint her man any further as she began to beg him to continue fucking her, uncaring as to whether or not her hurt her in the process.

“That’s more like it, white girl!” Hasan said, releasing his painful grasp of her hair so that she could straighten out her body. “What do you love?” He asked as his thrusting grew more rhythmic, than brutal.

“Your black cock!” cried Grace as she clung unto the recliner as Hasan continued fucking her.

Peering back over her opposite shoulder, Grace saw Jess laying back on the small sofa now, with Ahmed kneeling between her parted thighs as he was fucking her missionary style. Kayla, ever the wild girl she was, had dropped down onto her knees behind Ahmed and had pressed her face into his ass as he was fucking Jess, no doubt tonguing him. Biting her lip, Grace felt a pang of jealously well up in her mind as she suddenly wanted to do the same to Hasan, and in fact knew that whenever he’d finished with her, she would beg him to let her lick his asshole.

“I can’t wait any longer! You fuck her pussy! I’m taking her ass!” proclaimed Joban as he grabbed a hold of Maisie by her shoulders and pulled her away from the armrest of the couch, pointing a finger at Malik as if to order him to lay down on his back. A moment later, Joban spun Maisie around and helped her to climb atop of Malik, who instantly positioned and shoved his cock up into her wanting cunt. Kasim laughed out of frustration, as he had been in the midst of fucking the young girl a second earlier, and now he was left without anything to put his dick into. Joban, waving Kasim off dismissively, crouched and scooted closer and closer to Maisie from behind as she rocked back and forth on Malik’s cock, a hand slapping Malik’s thigh in order to get him to stop for a moment.

“Just fucking put it in her already!” yelled Malik, the frustration at having been stopped evident in his voice.

“Shut it! I am!” Joban said, ignoring the pestering of his two friends. Grace could tell that there was some sort of brotherly dynamic that existed between the three, as their tolerance for each other’s shenanigans was rather comical. However, a second later, Maisie gasped loudly as Joban found his target, and began to force his thick cock into her tightly puckered asshole. “Relax, white girl! You’re going to love this!” He explained, slowly pushing himself inside of her until his hefty balls touched right against Malik’s, both of their cocks buried up to the hilts inside of poor Maisie’s holes. It was then Kasim who came around, his cock in hand, that grabbed the girl by her short brunette hair, and pulled her down until she could be fed his cock. The three of them then began to move in their respective motions, Malik and Joban rolling Maisie back and forth on their two cocks, while Kasim thrust his dick back and forth in past her lips against the back of her throat.

“Ugh... his ass is so juicy!” exclaimed Kayla as she withdrew her tongue from betwixt his cheeks, then leant over Jess so as to share a sloppy kiss with her friend. After moaning together for a few seconds, Kayla than scooted onto the couch until she was straddling Jess’s face, and without needing to be told to do so, Jess began to lick Kayla’s pussy while Ahmed kept fucking her. With a loud whimper, Kayla arched her back as she pressed her cunt into Jess’ lips and tongue, her breathing growing fast and shallow as she neared another orgasm.

“Ahh! Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me!” Maisie soon cried as Kasim pulled his dick from her throat to allow her a chance to breathe. “Oh my God! Your cocks... they’re... they’re so deep inside of me! Ahh! So deep in my pussy! So deep in my ass! Ahh yes! I love your black cocks! I need more--” cut off as Kasim pulled her back to his dick, he shoved it in past her lips and resumed face-fucking her as both Malik and Joban laughed aloud about how the young girl was reacting to their combined assault of her.

Grace grinned happily for her friends. “This... was... a great... idea...” Grace commented as Hasan continued to fuck her from behind, a nod of affirmation coming from him.

The night went on like this for what seemed like hours. Jess and Kayla treating the birthday boy to an adoring threesome, trading his cock back and forth. Maisie lost in the midst of three massive black cocks that took turns fucking each of her holes, leaving her a dick-***** whore. And Hasan fucking Grace like the rabid animal he was, sending her to cloud nine and beyond. They partied, and partied on into the early morning hours, going through almost all of the booze, and at least three more blunts. There was so much cum and sweat that the whole of the house stunk by the time everyone had been spent, and they’d each retired to different areas in order to get some sleep. When the morning did come, the four girls were effectively fighting each other for access to the bathroom so that they could vomit up all the booze still in their bellies.

As for the men, they’d slept in like the Kings they were, each of them satisfied in every way they could imagine. Their dicks drained of every last drop of potent seed by the four girls that had so happily serviced them.

Returning from the bathroom, after having expelled the contents of her stomach and subsequently having brushed her teeth, Grace found Hasan in her bedroom, sitting up with a supremely confident look in his face as she snuggled up beside him. “You and your friends did well.” He commented simply, planting a tenderly soft kiss against the side of her forehead. “Will they stay for a late breakfast, or do you think they will have to sneak off and return to their homes?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as his hand absently found a hold of Grace’s bare left breast.

“I don’t know. I think Maisie will have to go early. Her father is probably already livid about her having spent the night out.” Grace explained, planting a kiss of her own against his neck.

“A pity.” He said simply.

“Hasan...” Grace looked him in his dark eyes before continuing. “...I... I wanted to say... that... that I love you.” It was obvious to him that she was nervous about saying so, given the way her jawline trembled as she spoke the words.

“I’m certain that you do.” Replied Hasan confidently as he once again kissed Grace on the side of her head, pulling her against his body.

Beaming brightly, Grace let her head come to a rest against his shoulder.

It had been a magical night.

The Migrant
Part Seven

Coming soon...​