The airport terminal buzzed with the familiar hum of anxious travelers and the occasional announcement blaring over the loudspeakers. I leaned against the cold, steel railing, watching my friend disappear through the security checkpoint. His figure gradually disappeared into the crowd. I turned and walked towards the convenience store next to it. Today’s task has been completed, it’s time to relax now.
I grabbed a pack of XXXL condoms from the shelf, smirking at the thought of how often these babies came in handy. As I paid for them, my eyes wandered to the glass doors. That’s when I saw her. A vision in a sleek, designer coat, her chestnut hair flowing like a river down her back. She was tall, maybe 5’9″, with an hourglass figure that screamed elegance and grace. Her wide, luminous green eyes scanned the crowd, and for a moment, they locked onto mine.
Without thinking, I strode towards her, my muscular frame cutting through the throng of people. “Hey there,” I said, my voice deep and commanding. “You look lost. Need some help?”
She blinked, those mesmerizing green eyes widening slightly. “Oh, hello. I am Ruslana. I just arrived from Russia. My family is… well, they are very rich, but I feel so out of place here,” she admitted, her accent thick and enchanting.
“Aziz…,” I introduced myself, extending a hand. “And don’t worry about feeling out of place. I can show you around.”
Her fingers were delicate as they touched mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. “Thank you, Aziz. You are very kind,” she murmured, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink.
We walked together, chatting idly about her journey and her family. Her naivety was endearing, and I could see the admiration in her eyes as she looked up at me. It wasn’t long before I decided to test the waters.
“You know, Ruslana, airports can be pretty boring. How about we find somewhere more private to talk?” I suggested, my tone dripping with suggestion.
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded shyly. “Yes, I would like that.”
Leading her towards one of the less frequented bathrooms, I couldn’t help but grin. This was going to be fun. The door creaked shut behind us, and the sound of rushing water from the sinks filled the room. Ruslana stood nervously, her hands folded in front of her.
“Let’s make this interesting,” I said, stepping closer. My large frame cast a shadow over her, and I watched as her breath hitched. “Take off your coat.”
“I’m only 16…” She quietly responded but my silence made her submit, she obeyed, revealing a simple yet elegant designer dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her small, perky tits and toned midriff were on full display, and I felt my cock twitch in response. “Now, turn around.”
Ruslana hesitated again, but my stern look made her comply. She turned, showing off her tight, toned ass. “Spread your legs,” I ordered, and she did, her face flushing with embarrassment.
I reached out, running a finger along the curve of her ass. “You have a beautiful body, Ruslana. But it needs to be shown who’s in charge here.”
She whimpered softly, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her. “Bend over,” I commanded, and she complied, her hands gripping the edge of the sink.
With practiced ease, I unzipped my pants, letting my thick, veiny black cock spring free. Ruslana glanced back, her eyes widening at the sight of my massive member. “Good girl,” I praised, stroking myself slowly, I move over to the side of her, my cock inches away from her face. “Now, open your mouth.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she obeyed, and I pressed the tip of my cock against her lips. “Suck it,” I demanded, and she hesitantly began to lick and suck, her small hands cupping my balls.
I groaned, enjoying the feel of her warm mouth enveloping me. “That’s it, princess. Take it all in,” I growled, thrusting gently into her mouth. She gagged slightly, but I held her head steady, forcing her to take more of me. “Such a good girl,” I murmured, my hand gripping her hair tightly.
After a few moments, I pulled out, my cock glistening with her saliva. “Now, it’s time for round two,” I declared, lifting her dress and pulling her panties down. Her pussy was already wet, and I grinned, knowing I had her completely under my control.
Pushing her further onto the sink, I positioned myself at her entrance, I slip one of my xxxl condoms on. “Ready, princess?” I asked, and she nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation.
With one swift motion, I slammed into her, filling her completely. Ruslana cried out, her nails digging into the porcelain as I began to thrust violently. “You like that, don’t you?” I taunted, slamming into her harder. “You love being used by this cock!
She sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks, but I didn’t care. I needed to claim her, to make her mine. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted, my hips pounding into hers relentlessly. “Such a good little slut for me.”
Ruslana’s cries echoed in the small bathroom, her body trembling beneath mine. “Please,” she gasped, her voice broken. “Please, Sir…”
“Beg for it,” I demanded, my cock throbbing inside her. “Beg me to make you cum.”
“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, make me cum…”
Ruslana’s body trembled beneath me, her cries muffled by the harsh slap of flesh against flesh. Each thrust was a brutal reminder of my dominance, my control over her fragile, trembling form. Her green eyes, wide with a mix of pain and pleasure, stared up at me, pleading for mercy that I had no intention of granting.
“Please, Aziz,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse from begging. “Please, just a little more… I can’t take it anymore…”
Her words only fueled my desire, spurring me on to drive deeper into her tight, quivering pussy. My cock throbbed with each powerful stroke, sliding effortlessly in and out of her soaked cunt. The sound of our bodies meeting echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom stall, a symphony of primal need and submission.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, “You like this, don’t you, slut? You love being fucked by an older black man who knows how to control you.”
Her breath hitched, and I could feel her tense beneath me, her muscles clenching around my thick shaft. “Yes, yes, I do,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, just keep going, don’t stop…”
Her desperation was intoxicating, and I could feel the pressure building deep within me, nearing the point of no return. But I wanted to savor this moment, to make her suffer just a little longer before I unleashed everything I had onto her.
I reached down, gripping her throat tightly, not enough to cut off her air, but just enough to remind her of who was in charge. Her eyes widened in fear, but there was a spark of something else there too—something dark and hungry that mirrored my own desires.
“Good girl,” I growled, increasing the pace, slamming into her with relentless force. “Take it all. Take every last inch of my cock, you worthless whore.”
Her nails dug into the back of my thighs, marking me with her submission. “I’m yours, Aziz,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “I’m your dirty little cock slut, just use me… please…”
The combination of her words and the sight of her broken, desperate expression pushed me over the edge. I could feel the first tremors of orgasm rippling through my core, tightening my balls. I take out my cock for a split moment and rip the condom off before shoving it back into her cunt. With one final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, holding myself there as I spilled my seed into her waiting womb.
“Fuck, Ruslana!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the small space. “Here it comes, take it all!”
Her body convulsed beneath me, matching my rhythm as we both descended into the abyss of ecstasy. I could feel my cum filling her, hot and heavy, a testament to my dominance over her. She cried out, her voice a mix of relief and pure, unadulterated pleasure as she came apart in my arms.
When I finally pulled out, I watched with satisfaction as streams of my seed dripped from her well-used pussy, pooling on the cold tile floor beneath her. I stepped back, noting the way her body shivered in the aftermath, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
“Get up,” I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument. “Clean yourself up.”
She nodded weakly, struggling to stand. As she did, I saw the way her legs trembled, how she leaned heavily on the sink for support. Her face was flushed, her beautiful hair now matted with sweat, and her eyes glazed over with a mixture of exhaustion and lingering arousal.
I watched as she splashed water onto her face, trying to compose herself. But it was clear she was far from done with me. Her eyes, when they met mine again, were filled with a dark, twisted hunger that matched my own.
“What now?” she asked, her voice barely audible as she turned to face me.
I smirked, feeling the growing hardness in my groin once more. “Now,” I said, stepping closer, “we see how long you can last before you break completely.”
With that, I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against me so that her back pressed into the cold mirror. My cock, still slick with our combined juices, nestled against her wet folds, ready for another round.
“Beg for it,” I demanded, my voice low and menacing. “Beg for me to fuck you again.”
“Please, Aziz,” Ruslana begs between ragged breaths, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and excitement. “I’ll give you everything. All my family’s wealth if you keep fucking me.” Her eyes lock onto mine, wide and pleading, her cheeks flushed with a fervent desire that matches my own relentless hunger.
I smirk at her, the power surging through me like a potent drug. With a deft motion, I pull out my phone, its screen flashing to life under the dim bathroom light. “Show my phone that pretty mouth, princess,” I command, my voice low and authoritative. She obeys instantly, her lips parting in a silent invitation as I angle the phone to capture her willing submission.
“Now turn back around dumb slut,” I order, my eyes never leaving the screen as I start recording. “Show me that pretty ass.” Ruslana complies, her movements graceful yet filled with an eager urgency, her legs buckling a little. She bends over, her hands gripping the cold metal edge of the sink as she arches her back, presenting her perfect, tight little ass to me.
“Good girl,” I murmur, positioning myself behind her. The anticipation builds as I line up my thick, veiny cock against her puckered entrance. I can see the strain on her face, the mixture of fear and lust reflected in her wide green eyes. “You want it, don’t you?” I taunt, thrusting forward abruptly.
Ruslana gasps, her body jerking in response to the sudden intrusion. “Yes, yes!” she cries out, her voice a desperate plea. “Fuck my ass, Aziz! Please!”
I chuckle darkly, savoring her degradation. “Beg for it, princess. Make it worth my while.” I push deeper, filling her completely as she whimpers beneath me.
“Please, Aziz, fuck me harder,” she sobs, her words punctuated by sharp intakes of breath. “I need it. I need you inside me.”
Her willingness fuels my dominance. I grab her hips, pulling her closer as I begin to thrust, each movement deliberate and punishing. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the airport bathroom, accompanied by Ruslana’s moans and cries of pleasure.
The scent of our combined arousal permeates the air, a heady mix of sweat and sex that lingers on my senses. I can feel her muscles clenching around me, trying to milk every ounce of pleasure from my throbbing erection.
“Look at yourself,” I growl, angling the phone to capture her expression—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. “You love this, don’t you? Being my little whore.”
“Yes,” she admits, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes, I love it. I love you using me.”
The admission sends a thrill down my spine. I quicken my pace, my balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. Ruslana’s breath hitches, her body trembling as she approaches her own climax.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my voice rough with satisfaction. “Take it all, princess.”
With one final, brutal thrust, I feel the impending explosion building within me. I pull out just in time, aiming my tip at her face as I release a torrent of cum. Stream after stream splatters across her features, covering her cheeks, nose, and lips in a sticky layer of white.
Ruslana gasps, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. The sight of her covered in my seed ignites a primal satisfaction within me. “Lick it up,” I instruct, my voice devoid of emotion. “And I expect your number and money in my phone soon,” I say as I zip up my pants. She nods slowly her used body draped over the sink, she weakly reaches over for my phone to place her number and bank details in.
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