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Zara Betrayed Ch. 01

By: zara_chaudry



The rain did nothing to dampen her mood. Not tonight. Zara was full of excitement at the thought of her holiday, which she'd been planning for over a year with her best friend Jas. The two girls had been thirteen years old when they'd made a promise to each other that they would go on a round the world trip one day. After years of saving they were finally going. It was to be the trip of a lifetime, a promise that would be acted upon almost fourteen years after making it. They would take the ferry from Dover in two days' time and would start their four month trip in France. They were planning to travel by road as much as they could, both girls agreed it was the best way to travel, they'd get to see more of each country they visited if they travelled by road instead of flying everywhere. 

Zara still couldn't believe they were going. Her parents were ultra conservative and it had taken months of persuading them that she would be safe and even then, Zara knew her parents had finally only relented because of the simple reason that Jas would be there. They doted on Jas and thought she was wonderful, a really good Muslim girl and it was her presence that ensured Zara was allowed to travel without her family. Although Zara was twenty six now, her parents still thought she was their little girl. Frowning, she thought about the pleading she had to do in order to move out. Her parents, like most Muslim parents she knew, did not approve of unmarried girls living away from home. It was sheer luck that Zara had found a job in Nottingham and not in Birmingham where her family lived. Even then her parents had not been happy about her moving out; she was the first girl in her family, both immediate and extended, to move out before she got married. Her parents had flat out refused to let her live alone and only when she suggested that she could flat share with Jas, did her parents relent. They believed Jas was an angel and could do no wrong. The fact that Jas wore a hijab and observed all the religious and cultural rules in front of them fooled them completely and they, along with everyone else, believed Jas to be a sweet, pious girl.

Zara had been allowed to attend the University of Nottingham after persuading her parents that it was the best university near them. She'd also hinted that if she didn't attend the University of Nottingham she may have to travel further, to Leeds possibly. At that her parents had given in and she started her uni life by commuting every day. It only took a couple of weeks of doing this before her parents understood what she'd been telling them all along, it was just too much extra hassle to travel everyday by car or train, not to mention expensive too. Jas was already living in halls from the start of the semester, she'd actually moved in a few weeks before uni started and after crashing at hers a few times during those first few weeks, Zara's parents allowed her to move into halls, provided she called them every day and was able to share halls with Jas. Zara hadn't been able to believe her luck and without any further delay she moved in with Jas and finally started living her own life with total freedom during the week -- she had to go home most weekends. It was lucky that most student nights in town were on Wednesday and Thursday nights so she didn't really miss out. She'd been really good to start with, went home dutifully every weekend but inevitably, assignments, deadlines and essays got in the way. Before she knew it she wasn't going home for three or four weeks on a trot and eventually, her parents accepted it. When they asked her to visit more often she'd tell them how snowed under she was with work and that put an end to any budding arguments or summons to come home.

Zara knew that if her parents had ever found out what her life at university was like they would have flipped. They trusted her to always to the right thing; the only problem was their right thing wasn't always the same as hers. When she was younger she'd instinctively known without being told that masturbation was seen as wrong. She'd grown up being careful to never get taught touching herself and had always voiced disapproval when the subject had come up fleetingly between hushed conversations with aunts and cousins. She'd never believed she would have lost her virginity at a young age either. But it had happened. She'd been brought up to believe sex was an act that should only be shared between man and wife and she thought she'd believed in it too until the day she actually lost her virginity. 

She'd been sixteen at the time and had been going out with an eighteen year old boy called Adam. He too was Muslim and had grown up believing in the same rule about sex before marriage. Sure they'd made out and touched each other, lots but had always stopped short of penetrative sex. That hadn't stopped them from indulging in plenty of oral sex. The first time Adam had gone down on her she'd been mortified at what he might think of her 'down there' as she used to refer to her pussy. She'd been excited too and the excitement had eclipsed the embarrassment, especially when she'd realised just how deliciously naughty it made her feel. When it came to giving Adam a blow job for the first time, she'd been a little scared. His cock looked so much bigger when it was inches from her face, it was thick, hard and circumcised as most Muslim men had the small surgery performed on them at a very young age, when they were babies usually. Adam loved it when she went down on him and soon Zara loved it too. She'd suck him off in his car, behind the bushes in the park in the evenings when she was supposed to be studying with Jas and even once when they'd gone to the cinema. 

Adam had started pushing her for sex about three months into their relationship and after a while, Zara grew tired of saying no. She didn't see the big deal in it any longer; they'd done everything else apart from sleeping together. She still remembered how excited Adam had been when she'd agreed all of a sudden after an evening of heavy petting and going down on each other. They'd ended up losing their virginity together on the back seat of his car. She didn't know why she'd given in on that particular night Adam had taken to carrying around a condom with him all the time in the hope Zara might agree to sleep with him. Even so, she'd made up her mind to go to the chemist in Walsall and get the morning after pill, she couldn't risk a pregnancy, it would kill her family. She also couldn't risk anyone seeing her in Birmingham, people tended to ask too many questions and she didn't want to chance that. The sex had been awkward with the lack of space and it had hurt too, not as much as she'd thought it would...but she hadn't exploded and almost passed out like the women did in the novels she read. It was over quickly, Adam hadn't lasted long and afterwards, as Zara had lain there feeling hot and sticky, Adam still lying on top of her breathing hard, she'd wondered what all the fuss was about. After that Adam had wanted to do it every time they met up and although it was better than the first time, Zara still thought sex was over rated and usually touched herself and brought herself to orgasm after she returned home. 

They kept seeing each other, Zara knew that their relationship wasn't a big love story but after losing her virginity to Adam, she felt like she should stay with him. After all, what kind of girl would she be if she broke up with him after losing her virginity to him? Sometimes she thought about what had made her do it, she'd been so sure she'd wait until she was married so why hadn't she? This very question troubled her and she tried to convince herself it was because she loved Adam...but deep down she'd known it wasn't true. They'd broken up that summer when Adam left for uni and although they'd said they would keep in touch, they both knew they wouldn't. Zara liked Adam enough but she wasn't madly in love with him and in no hurry to settle down in a long term long distance relationship. In a way it was a relief to have Adam leave Birmingham, she no longer had to be with him just because she'd stupidly broken the rule and slept with him.

When she was in her final year of college she met her next boyfriend when she and Jas crashed Fresher's Week at University of Aston. It was the kind of thing Jas liked to do, she had a rebellious streak in her, a wildness which she kept hidden from everyone but Zara. Jas had headed straight for the rugby club stall and had struck up conversation with the two guys manning the stall. As the four of them chatted, Raj had been checking Zara out quite blatantly and charmed her into giving him her real number. Within a week they were going out and in less than a month they were sleeping together. 

A week after going out with Raj she knew she'd be sleeping with him, he was gorgeous, funny and his kisses and the way he touched her turned her on and made her shiver. She nervously made an appointment at the family planning clinic near the halls of residence where Raj stayed and was put on the pill. She'd been terrified the entire time that she'd see someone she knew but luckily she didn't. The first time they slept together was a revelation for Zara; she finally understood why people made such a big deal about sex. Raj was great in bed and taught her how to please him with her hands, mouth and body and in return, he pleasured her until she'd scream out and score his back with her nails until she'd find her release. 

They were good together and Raj put no demands on her in terms of how much time she could give him. He understood that her parents were strict and that she couldn't be seen out with him in public around Birmingham. They'd often take the train to Nottingham and spend the day there, sometimes renting a room for the day and staying in bed all day until it was time to head back home. The secrecy and danger of getting caught was a rush for them both. Zara would always tell her parents she was with Jas, who was more than happy to provide Zara with an alibi. Jas was never at home anyway, she'd tell her parents she was with Zara or at this or that class after college but would be at daytime raves where more often than not she'd meet a guy and hook up with him. 

Once they were both in Nottingham, Zara was free to see Raj as she pleased and would often stay the night at his place in order to give Jas privacy if she ever wanted to bring a guy back to theirs. Zara never knew when Jas might meet a guy and had once accidentally walked in on Jas and a guy from her course indulging in frantic sex, moaning so loudly they didn't realise for a moment that she was there. With an embarrassed "Oops" Zara had walked back out grinning. She'd teased Jas about it after mercilessly although she'd later admitted to Jas with a blush that she never knew Jai had such a sexy body.

Although Jas and Zara were best friends their outlook on sex was very different. Zara couldn't imagine sleeping with a guy she wasn't going out with whereas Jas couldn't see the point in being tied down. To look at her nobody would ever guess that Jas had such a wild streak in her. She was tiny, barely five foot two, she usually wore jeans with long tops and covered her hair with a hijab, she'd done so for years at the insistence of her parents. She looked like a good, obedient Muslim girl but Zara was the only one who knew the full truth about her best friend. She loved sex and men and wasn't afraid to experiment with both. She saw sex as something to enjoy whenever the urge hit her, which was often. She tended to not dwell on the religious aspect of what she was doing, she'd always tell Zara God would surely forgive them for indulging themselves and besides, other people did worse. 

Zara knew if Jas' parents ever found out what their daughter was really like they wouldn't think twice before either disowning her or shipping her off to Pakistan and marrying her off to an unknown relative. Jas was meticulous in her planning, she had reasons for why she might have to be in an unusual place at an unusual time, she'd usually cite her degree and some sort of pilot study they were doing on behaviour and so on to cover her tracks. She always carried a change of clothes with her and never took her hijab off outside, lots of guys found it a turn on she'd confided in Zara once. 

Zara and Jas didn't have any secrets from each other. They were closer than sisters and would do anything for each other. When Jas had once been afraid she was pregnant, it was Zara who went with her to the clinic to get a free test done, she'd held her hand as they waited and even gone into the toilets with her when she had to pee. Zara loved her and knew Jas would always be there for her no matter what. Living together at university for three years had been a blast, filled with giggling nights and secrets. They'd have impromptu fashion shows at three in the morning after one of the other would get back home. They were comfortable enough to sit in their panties and bras while they swapped sex tips and gossiped endlessly. They'd spend evenings waxing and threading themselves, laughing at each other's mud pack covered faces. Zara had even once helped give Jas herself a full Brazilian wax. Jas had been going on about it for ages and couldn't be bothered to wait for an appointment at the salon. In between gales of laughter, Zara had stood over Jas as she lay naked on her back, her legs spread wide for Zara to reach everywhere. Jas had even got on all fours for Zara to reach all the way down comfortably. Zara would never have done it for her sister, she'd have been too embarrassed but with Jas there was no such barrier. 

Zara had been shocked when Jas' parents had agreed to let her attend university in Nottingham. Jas had pleaded and cried and begged her parents to let her attend the University of Nottingham to study Psychology. It was only after her parents had visited the university and spoken to lecturers that they'd agreed. What had swung it for Jas was one of the lecturers telling her father that the university was ranked fifth in the world for their Psychology degree and they were leaders in the field of research. Her father always wanted the best of everything and knowing his daughter would be attending somewhere that was renowned worldwide for their course was a big selling point. It helped of course that Jas was gifted, had passed her A Levels with the best grades in Birmingham and had been interviewed for the local paper. Even so, Jas had that if her parents ever caught even a whiff of scandal, they'd not think twice before pulling her out of university. 

After they'd graduated, Jas completed her Masters and got a research job with the university. Her father had been proud of her achievements and in a moment of unguarded happiness, he'd agreed to let her accept the job and move to Nottingham for the foreseeable future. Jas had made sure that none of her exploits, her one night stands and countless 'relationships' had ever gotten back to her parents. Whenever she went home she was the epitome of a good Muslim girl and she followed every cultural and religious rule under the watchful eyes of her parents. She was so successful in her façade that people within their community would use her as the perfect example of a modern Muslim girl who had kept her father's pride and respect intact even when she lived away from home. 

Jas would often laugh about it to Zara, sometimes bitterly, and would mention Muslim boys they both knew who were well known within their community for their blatant disregard of religious and cultural rules. They would indulge in the consumption of substances which were illegal or 'haram' within their religion, be it weed, alcohol or hard drugs. Getting involved with girls and having a reputation for sleeping around was nothing new for some boys...but those same boys would be looked upon indulgently by many of the elders "They're just boys, they'll grow up when they get married and become responsible" was one of the many pathetic excuses that were shamelessly used to explain away their behaviour. Jas didn't drink and she stayed well away from drugs too but sex was something she enjoyed, loved even, and it was something she would not give up. She just made sure she never got caught, unlike 'those silly boys' as she'd often say to Zara.     

Zara smiled as she thought of Jas and how excited she'd sounded when they spoke barely an hour ago. Jas was supposed to have finished packing by last night and was due to arrive in Nottingham to spend two nights with Zara at their shared flat before they left. Unbeknownst to both sets of parents, Jas had been working in Leeds for the past two weeks. She'd been offered a place on the research team at the University of Leeds; she knew it was a great opportunity to get her work published so she'd accepted. Her parents knew she worked late hours because of her research and would always call her on her mobile. Neither sets of parents ever turned up unannounced to Nottingham to see their daughters, they preferred to have them come to Birmingham instead. While the flat was big enough for Jas and Zara, it had only two bedrooms so there was no space for the parents of either girl to sleep there, a fact that both girls were immensely grateful for. Zara knew if her parents ever found out she was living alone even though it had only been a temporary thing while Jas was doing her research, they'd be furious. Zara knew her father would have sent her sister or mum to stay with her while Jas was away and though Zara loved her family dearly, she did not want them staying with her. Her life was too different to theirs now. They'd disapprove of everything if they saw how she lived, her clothes, her friends, everything. Zara knew her parents would not find it acceptable that she hugged Al or any of her male friends when she saw them, if they ever found out about her boyfriends, or the fact that she'd slept with them and was no longer a virgin, Zara knew her parents would never forgive her. They'd believe she had betrayed them and let them down. Shaking her head, she told herself she had accepted a long time ago that she would never really fit in with the rest of her family. To get over the issue of Jas not being there if they called, Zara had taken to using conference calling on her mobile so her parents would think Jas was with her in the flat. So far the idea had worked a treat and they were none the wiser.

Their friends had organised a leaving party for them tonight but in typical Jas style, she'd not finished packing and was running late. Zara had been expecting Jas to be late, it's why she insisted Jas come to stay with her at the flat first, at least that way they'd be able to start their trip on time. Jas promised she'd be there by two in the morning at the latest, she would be leaving Leeds by midnight and would drive down to the party and meet her there. 

The party was being held by a group of their friends; they'd all been to university together and had remained close even after they all went their separate ways. Samia, the most organised of the bunch had arranged everything and the party was to be held in an old nightclub which was no longer in use. Samia who was a property consultant had managed to twist her boyfriend's arm to let them use the venue for the night, Jay had his own estate agency and it was his company who was leasing out the property to event management companies to use for their parties.

Zara looked at the time and realised she had just under two hours left before she had to be at the party. She'd already decided what to wear and had enough time to have a shower and wash her hair. Undressing and dropping her robe on the bed she looked at herself in the floor length mirror. She was much more comfortable with her body now than she'd been a few years ago. She wasn't overly tall thanks to her genes; she was an acceptable five foot four, more with heels. She had clear, smooth skin, a light brown colour which was set off by long black hair which framed her face in gentle layers. Her ex-boyfriend used to tell her she had bedroom eyes, big light brown eyes with long lashes that never needed mascara. She had a small button nose and pouty lips which were usually softly glossed and otherwise left bare of excess colour. 


Zara Betrayed Ch. 01



Zara smoothed her hands over her stomach which was thankfully quite flat; she'd never stored excess weight on her tummy. Her hips flared out and she had a firm round bottom which she'd spent years despairing over until her ex showed her just how much he loved it. Now she smiled as she remembered how he'd run his hands over her bum and pull her close whenever he'd hug her. Her legs were longish and although she'd love to have the long slim legs that her friend Samia had, she was happy with how she looked. Her breasts were just big enough to fill a man's hands and were tipped with dusky skin and nipples which were sensitive to touch. Zara ran her finger tips over her nipples and watched as they puckered in reaction, arousal making them stand firm and jut out. 

It had been a while since a man had touched her. She'd not been with a man for more than six months, ever since her split from Deklan. She'd met him through a friend soon after moving to Nottingham and they'd clicked immediately. He was from an Irish Catholic background and understood what it was like to come from a family who were big on rules and religion. They'd been together for nearly three years but they'd both realised they hadn't been making enough of an effort in their relationship and their feelings for each other just weren't the same. It had been an amicable split but a sad one, they'd been good together and they both acknowledged that it had been really good for a while before they both became too busy to make time for one another.

Thinking of Deklan inevitably led to a wealth of memories, most of them good, a lot of them about the times they'd spent making love. Remembering the sex made Zara tingle, it had always been so good with Deklan; he knew her body better than she knew it herself. He always knew just where to touch, how much pressure to apply and how to have her gasping and moaning, straining towards a release that only he could give her.

Zara looked up and saw the desire in her own eyes. She watched herself in the mirror as her right hand slide down lower, past her navel and down towards her pussy. She usually shaved her pussy almost clean but left just a thin landing strip, Deklan used to love that look. He'd tell her it was his very own guiding strip to land. Her fingers found the soft folds of her pussy and gently parted them; she could feel the wetness and heat. Her other hand rubbed her nipples and pulled them, pinching first one and then the other. Her breath started to come a little faster as she watched her play with herself. This was something else she'd shared with Deklan. They would watch each other masturbate and more times than she could remember, he would stand behind her, both of them naked, and would touch her and make her watch as his hands would travel over her body, igniting her desire for him. 

So many times he'd stand in front of the mirror and she'd sink to her knees, taking his hard cock deep into her mouth and sucking him slowly as he'd watch their reflection in the mirror. Then he'd make her stand and spread her legs as he'd kneel in front of her and lick her pussy, tasting her, driving her wild until she could barely stand. That was when he'd pull her down and fuck her, he'd make her ride his cock and they'd both watch as her breasts would sway towards his mouth, his hands gripping her ass cheeks tight while he pushed up and tried to get as deep into her as he could. Her favourite times in front of the mirror would be when he'd make her get on all fours and fuck her hard and deep from behind, his cock ramming deep into her pussy, his hands gripping her breasts as he fucked her, pulling her to get even deeper inside her, his hands holding her ass cheeks apart while he'd slide a finger into her ass and fuck both her holes as he'd kiss and bite her neck. Zara loved watching him fuck her like that in the mirror and now, as she touched her pussy, her memories of Deklan fucking her were making her pussy contract, her orgasm rippling through her body. As the tremors subsided she looked at herself and smiled.

Zara knew they had been right to break up but that knowledge didn't do much to ease the empty ache deep inside her when all she really wanted was a hard, solid, male body naked against her own. A cock that would tease and torment her before sliding into her tight pussy, letting her wetness surround it. Zara had taken to using toys to pleasure herself, she'd bought a few different vibrators, some anal beads and a clit stimulator that promised to drive you wild. They all did the job of helping her find release but she missed the warmth that only another body could give.

Looking down at herself, Zara frowned. She'd fashioned her pussy with a strip of hair for years now because it's how Deklan liked it. Maybe it was time for a change, she needed to move on in more ways than one...and tonight was as good a time as any, just before her trip which she knew would change her life in many ways.

Stepping into the ensuite, Zara turned the shower on, letting the water run until it was just that little bit hotter than most people liked it. Deklan used to complain it was always too hot when they showered together, Zara remembered with a smile. Zara reached out with one foot to test the water, thinking of the good time she'd have tonight with all her friends and looking forward to the arrival of Jas, which was sure to be an even in itself. Zara stepped under the steaming water, letting the spray pummel her body softly. Within moments her long black hair was plastered to her, halfway down her back, her body glistening as the water ran down her firm, high breasts, in rivulets, snaking down her tapered stomach to disappear into the line of hair and beyond. Zara reached for her shaving gel and pumping a generous amount into her hand, she rubbed it over the line of hair, letting it foam, watching the hair disappear beneath the snowy whiteness of the gel. Taking her razor she slid it, first one way and then the other, watching as her mound started to show again, only this time it was as naked as the rest of her body. Within minutes, Zara was done. She looked down at her naked pussy and smiled; it looked, and felt as she ran her fingers over the softness of her freshly shaved skin, deliciously naughty. Zara felt like she was preparing for something, for someone, she admitted to herself with a grin...the only problem was there was nobody in her life right now who'd appreciate a warm, wet, naked pussy. 

Rinsing the last of the gel from her body, Zara began to trail her fingers down herself, her fingers sliding towards her clitoris, the soft lips of her pussy parting as her fingers explored. Teasing herself with a few strokes of her fingers, Zara decided to not do anything else just yet, she loved the feeling of being turned on, especially when she had to go out and couldn't do anything to relieve the ache, it made her feel wicked and wanton and she loved it. With this in mind Zara realised she really had to get a move on. Showering quickly and washing her hair, she ran through a last minute check in her head about things she needed to do before leaving for Dover. 

Towelling off fifteen minutes later she walked into her room and wrapped the towel around her hair. Pulling on her black lace thongs, she rubbed cream all over her body and dried her hair. She decided to curl it into soft waves and leave it loose. Slipping into her new dress, she looked into the mirror and liked how she looked. She'd been in town a few days ago and saw the dress in a window. It was made of black silk and after trying it on in the shop, she knew she had to have it. The dress fell to just above her knees in floaty black silk. The top part of the dress came down in a vee between her breasts where the material pleated and cinched in at the waist. Teaming it with her black heels, long earrings and a bracelet but leaving her neck bare completed the look. Her dress looked demure but it was only when she turned that you could see the deep vee almost to her waist. There was no way she could wear a bra in this dress, luckily her breasts were young and firm and didn't need excess support. Smiling, Zara admitted to herself that it made her feel deliciously naughty, wearing just a pair of thongs and some black silk, it was all she was covered with. Spritzing herself with her favourite perfume, J'Adore, she grabbed her small clutch, slipped into her heels and checked she had her phone and her keys before locking the door behind her. Her taxi was already waiting downstairs she noticed thankfully, as she rushed from the entrance of her building into the waiting warmth of the car. Al was always on time and she appreciated it more tonight now that the rain was coming down harder.

"You're looking very pretty tonight. Sure you don't need a date for this party?" Al winked at her in the rear view mirror.

"If only Al, I'd love to take you with me but I'm too scared of your wife!" Zara joked back.

It had become a long standing joke between them. Al always flirted with Zara and his wife Miriam had always flirted with Deklan. The couple lived in the same building as Zara and they had often invited Zara and Deklan to theirs for dinner. They'd been married twenty four years and were still madly in love, even though they fought like cats and dogs.

"We'll miss you Zara sweets, hurry back won't you?" Al said as he drove through the rain.

"I'll miss you too...but I'll be back before you know it Al, banging on your door for Miriam's yummy food" Zara replied with a smile.

"Right, here you go missy, have a good night and you call me if you need a lift home. I'm clocking off at midnight but I'll come back for you, I'm under strict orders from Miriam to tell you to call if you need a lift back."

"Thanks Al but you enjoy your early finish tonight, I'll be okay, plenty of friends to drop me off" Zara assured him. "I'll pop over tomorrow with Jas to see you before we head to Birmingham for dinner with the family." 

Stepping out of the cab she waved goodbye to him quickly before entering Faces, the very first night club she'd ever been to when she was much younger. She'd been eighteen when Jas had persuaded her to go clubbing with her, it had never really been her scene and she wasn't one for drinking either. She'd been curious to see what the hype about clubbing was so she'd gone but hadn't been all that impressed. She preferred house parties or going to bars, clubs felt slightly threatening to her, guys all waiting for their chance to score, girls out to attract as many guys as they could. Jas argued with her that most just went for a good night out and to drink and dance but she wasn't convinced even all these years later.

Stepping into the main dance room she was soon surrounded by a number of friends, everyone hugging her and telling her how much they'd miss her and Jas, how they were so jealous of them both. Zara felt slightly overwhelmed by the number of people who had turned up, some people she didn't recognise. Standing on tip toe to ask Jay who the others were, he put his arm around her and gave her a hug and told her they were friends of friends. She'd miss Jay, he always had a way of making people laugh, and he was good for Samia too. She'd been through a lot growing up and it was only after she'd met Jay that she smiled more.

Fanning herself with a going away card a few hours later, Zara stepped back into the shadows and leaned against the wall, looking at all her friends enjoying themselves, thinking about how much she would miss them.

"What are you doing here hiding away? You're the guest of honour" a voice said, beside her.

Turning her head Zara saw that it was Amir, a guy who she'd seen at a few house parties in the past. They'd always said hello to each other in passing but she didn't know him all that well. He seemed like a nice guy, most of her friends liked him. Jay was sometimes a little off with him but she put it down to it being a guy thing, Samia liked Amir just fine. Maybe that's why Jay didn't, Zara realised with a smile, guys could get a bit funny like that.

"Just thinking about how much I'll miss everyone here" Zara smiled back.

"Me too?" asked Amir with a cheeky grin.

"Of course, I'll miss you soooo much" Zara grinned.

"Hmmm...something tells me you're not being entirely truthful here Zara" said Amir with a mock frown.

"Of course I am. I'm going to miss you the most! After all, what would I do without you? How am I going to survive four months without you?" Zara said with mock innocence.

"Guess you're just going to have to grin and bear it. But to help you I think you need to dance with me...just so you don't forget me" Amir winked.

"I don't dance I'm afraid" said Zara, shaking her head.

"You do now!" Amir pulled her by the hand and whisked her onto the dance floor.

"Seriously, I don't dance very well" she said to him, trying to pull away gently.

"Zara how will you remember me if you don't dance with me tonight? Besides, I'm a great teacher, I promise" said Amir, pulling her back to him.

Realising he wasn't about to give up, Zara gave up instead and agreed...on the condition they'd move to the edge of the dance floor where it was dark and she wouldn't feel so conspicuous. Agreeing with a big smile, Amir led Zara to the edge where it was much darker and they could only just make out each other's' faces.

The song ended just as they reached the edge and Zara smiled, thinking she'd gotten away with it but just as she started to walk away, the next song started. Hearing Amir laugh softly she realised he'd known exactly what she was hoping for. Resigning herself to dancing with a smile, Zara put her hand into Amir's outstretched one and moved closer.

As the first strains of Bryan Adams' "Everything I do" blared from the speakers, Zara grinned. She realised Jay had put this on for Samia, he did this every time they had any kind of disagreement. It was his way of saying sorry without having to actually say the words.

Amir pulled Zara closer and took her hands and put them around him. He then rested his hands on her waist and stepped in a little closer to her, enough so she could feel the heat emanating from his body.

"See, not so hard is it?" he asked her with a smile.

"Nope, not when I have the world's best teacher" Zara replied.

Zara looked up at him and admitted to herself that he was quite a looker. He was tall, six foot two to her five foot seven in heels. He was broad shouldered and muscular without being stocky or overbearing. He had black hair, left slightly long and tousled, the kind of hair girls would love to run their fingers through. He had dark brown eyes, almost black in colour, a strong jawline, a straight nose and an appealing dimple when he smiled. He was trim; Zara knew that Amir was quite active and played football regularly as well as running every day. She'd learned this when Samia had been teasing Jay about his lack of exercise and compared him to Amir. He dressed well too, dark blue jeans with a charcoal coloured shirt and a casual blazer which he'd removed before they'd started to dance.

As they swayed to the music, Zara realised Amir had pulled her even closer to him, they were touching almost from top to toe. Her breasts were rubbing against him ever so slightly as his thighs rubbed against her each time they moved. Zara swayed with him, her arms around his neck, liking how it felt to dance with him. Amir's hands moved from her waist, slowly travelling up her back. Zara felt a jolt as his hands touched her naked back.

"You look so good Zara, the dress really suits you" Amir murmured to her quietly.

"Thank you, you look really nice too" Zara replied.

"Zara, would you think me really bad if I told you something?" Amir asked her, looking down at her.

"Hmm...that depends on what you're going to tell me" Zara answered with a smile.

"I like dancing with you" said Amir.

"And that's a bad thing?" Zara asked, laughing.

"No, silly" grinned Amir. "I like dancing with you a lot."

"Well that's okay then, I like dancing with you too, you're not such a bad teacher after all" said Zara.

Shaking his head and smiling, Amir leaned down and whispered, "You don't understand."

Pulling her head back slightly to look at him Zara looked at him questioningly. In answer, Amir trailed his hands down to her back towards her ass and pulled her closer to him.

"Oh," said Zara, blushing slightly, a slight fluttering in her stomach as her body absorbed the feeling of an aroused man against her.

She could feel him, hard against her stomach as he held her close to show her what he meant. Not sure why she didn't pull away and excuse herself, Zara did the opposite of what she'd normally do and pressed herself against him.

Groaning softly into her ear, Amir spread his hands over her silken clad ass and pressed himself against her harder, this time rubbing himself from side to side.

"You feel so good, even better than I thought you would" he said to her, his breath in her ear making her shiver.

Zara stood on tip toes and pressed against him, shocking herself with her own behaviour but not stopping to think too much. It had been so long since she'd been with a man, she was still feeling horny from touching herself before the party...and besides, what was the harm in it...she was leaving for four months in two days she told herself and Amir was a nice guy. Hot too.

Amir whispered in her ear "Kiss me" and Zara happily obliged. Running her fingers through his hair she pulled his head down and looked at him as he smiled down at her. Bending his head to meet her lips, Amir darted his tongue out and licked her lips, before pressing his lips against hers, softly at first and then harder. Zara liked his kiss; she pressed herself against him and rubbed her nipples against his chest as she kissed him back. She parted her lips and his tongue swept into her mouth, his tongue teasing her own as he deepened their kiss. His hands were running up and down her back, pulling her into him, his hands tracing her naked back up to her neck, making her shiver as he ran his fingers through her hair. Zara ran her hands over his broad shoulders as he broke of her kiss to nibble at her neck. She moaned softly as he bit her gently and licked her sensitive skin. He trailed kisses from the side of her neck to her cheek before catching her lips once more with his own, groaning into her mouth as his grip on her tightened. Zara trailed her hands down his back to stroke his back before running her hands over his ass, holding him to her.

They broke apart, breathing fast and laughing, both looking at each other, still holding on to one another. Amir raised one hand and traced her lips with his finger; they tingled as he rubbed his finger back and forth over them. Leaning down he kissed her softly, this time just as sweetly as he'd been aggressive before. As they broke apart, their breath coming faster now, the first strains of Love in the Club by Usher began to play. They looked at each other and shared a smile at the timing of the song. As Usher crooned away at his need to make love, Zara felt a tug inside her, reminding her of how long it had been since she'd made love. 

Leaning down to nibble at her neck, sucking softly on the sensitive skin and making Zara moan softly in arousal, Amir traced a path of kisses to her ear.

"Let's find somewhere a little more discreet Zara. I need to kiss you some more," he breathed in her ear, making her shiver. Tendrils of desire were curling in her stomach and she felt her pussy respond to his words and kisses but she wasn't sure. Her uncertainty must have shown on her face and Amir sought to reassure her. 

"I just need to kiss you so bad. Feel how turned on I am, we can't stay here kissing like this. Come on babe, one more kiss?" Amir looked at her with an imploring smile and then kissed her softly, nibbling lightly on her bottom lip, his hands caressing the bare skin of her back.




Zara Betrayed Ch. 01



Feeling more aroused by the second, Zara pushed away her uncertainty and gave in to her desire. She too wanted another kiss, more than one she admitted to herself. With a smile, she looked up at Amir and smiling broadly at her, he took her hand and threading his fingers through hers, he led her off the edge of the dance floor, towards the private rooms at the end of the passage leading off the dance floor. As they walked he put his arms around and pulled her towards him for another lingering kiss. They passed one of their friends and as she looked at them, a knowing smile on her face, Zara blushed, glad for the dim lighting which hid her reddening cheeks. They headed towards the first room and Amir put his hand to the door, pushing it open for Zara and they both walked in. In the glow of the soft light they could see a couple half lying on the bed, kissing passionately, hands roaming all over each other. Zara and Amir glanced at each other, startled for a moment before breaking into quiet giggles as they backed out of the room and closed the door behind them. 

"On to door number two and an empty room," Amir winked at Zara as they walked up the narrow passage in the dark. Amir stopped in front of the second door and pushed Zara against it, running his hands over her as they kissed once more. Zara turned around and went to open the door, eager now for some privacy to continue their kissing and teasing.

"Allow me," said Amir, pressing his body so close against hers that Zara could feel the imprint of his hard cock burning through the thin silk of her dress. She pressed herself against him lightly, the delicious pressure of her ass against him making Amir groan softly in her ear. Turning the handle, they walked in together and stopped. In front of them was another couple. Zara thought she recognised the girl as someone who worked with Jay but couldn't be sure as she was bent over the bed, her skirt bunched around her waist, leaving her ass bare and her hair falling around her face. Stood behind her, jeans around his ankles, was Samia's colleague, Matt, fucking her. Zara realised with a blush that he was fucking the girl in her ass. She stood there transfixed, knowing she should turn around and walk out but she couldn't help staring. She'd never been fucked in the ass before and she couldn't take her eyes away from the couple in front of her. She was suddenly fascinated and in her aroused state, she couldn't help wondering how good it might feel if she was fucked in her ass. The moaning coming from the girl showed she was clearly enjoying herself.

"Ah, I guess we have another good little virgin girl," said Amir, laughing.

The couple on the bed froze and Zara heard Matt mutter "Fuck". As they turned, Zara saw that the girl was indeed Laila, Jay's colleague. Not willing to stop or be disturbed, a grinning Matt looked at them.

"Fuck off won't you?" he said, getting back into his stride as Laila bit her lip and looked at them, guilty embarrassment clear on her face.

Laughing again, Amir took Zara's hand.

"Come on babe, we'd better leave them to it," Amir said, still laughing as he tugged her hand gently. 

Zara forced herself to look away and followed Amir out of the room, her mind replaying the images she'd just seen, except this time it was her face she saw in her mind, it was her ass being pounded hard, not Laila's. Zara shook her head as if to clear the image. She'd never thought she'd be so turned on by the idea of fucking anally, she'd always been afraid to try it...but now she couldn't stop thinking about it.

As they walked away, Zara thought of girls she knew personally who did everything with guys but still managed to maintain their 'virginity'. Many girls, Muslim, Sikh and Hindu, would let a guy fuck them in every way except vaginally. It was so important for them to ensure they were still virgins on their wedding nights, not just for religious reasons but cultural too. To have a husband find out he wasn't the first man to fuck his wife could, and usually did, ruin the lives of many girls. They'd be labelled sluts and many were treated badly. Some men had left their wives after finding out that they'd not been her first lover, leaving their wives as social outcasts. Many girls had overcome this obstacle by indulging in oral and anal sex which gave them the release they craved and allowed them to sleep with their boyfriends or even have short flings or one night stands while they remained a virgin technically. By preserving their hymen, they could live their life as they wanted without fear of back lash over their choices.

Zara no longer had to worry about that after losing her virginity at sixteen. She knew she'd get married one day but she didn't think she needed to worry about what a potential husband might say. She'd think about that when the time came. Right now all she could think about was the delicious ache between her legs and the gorgeous man next to her.

"Zara, I know this isn't exactly ideal with you going away but there's no privacy here. Would you like to come back to my place? I haven't had enough of kissing you yet" Amir smiled at her. They both knew what would happen if she went back and Zara looked at him, unsure of whether to accept or not. Amir leaned down and kissed her neck, softly sucking on the skin, his hands tracing patterns on her bare back. Feeling darts of pleasure in her pussy, Zara decided to give in to her body and smiled as she answered him.

"Yes I'd like that."

They both made their way through the passage and to the other side of the dance floor, Amir's hand resting on the curve of her ass as he walked beside her, his body shielding her from the others dancing away.

As Zara spoke to Samia quickly, she saw Jay frowning as he watched them. Waving to him, she gave Samia a hug and walked towards Amir who was talking into his phone as he stood waiting for her near the door. She heard him say goodbye to someone as he turned to her with a smile and held out his hand. Zara felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach as she contemplated what she was about to do. She'd never had a one night stand before and she knew that's what this would be with her leaving in less than two days. Dismissing any lingering concerns about sleeping with Amir, she reminded herself how she wanted her life to change with the trip she was taking with Jas; this was simply an early start to that change.

Amir had driven to the club himself so there was no need to wait for a taxi. Sinking into the leather seat, Zara smiled as she thought of what was to come. Amir had turned the music on low and she smiled as heard the sounds of Turkish music fill the car. Not feeling the need to talk they sat quietly as they sped towards Amir's flat.

As they pulled up, Amir explained that he shared the flat with a friend but he was away for the weekend he assured her with a smile. Walking into the building together, Amir took her hand and led the way. As they got into the lift Amir pulled her in for another long kiss, his hand reaching up between their bodies to caress her breasts through the thin silk. He stepped back as they reached his floor and led her to the door. Opening it, he flicked the light on and Zara saw it was a huge apartment that had high ceilings with ceiling to floor windows which gave an amazing view of the city at night. Walking towards to window she looked out and realised how much she'd miss home but she was excited too at the number of new places she'd be seeing. Amir walked up behind her and hugged her from behind, nuzzling her ear, gently biting her ear lobe. Zara moaned softly as she watched them reflected in the glass panes. Amir pressed himself against her ass, rubbing his hardened cock against her, letting her know how aroused he was. Zara pressed back against him, her ass teasing his cock as she took his hands and put them on her breasts, rubbing her nipples against his palms through the thin silk of her dress.

"Let's go into the bedroom" Amir whispered.

Zara nodded and followed him into his room. It was a large room with a huge king size bed. Wardrobes lined one wall and she could see another door on the other side which presumably led to an en suite. Amir flicked the small bedside light on, leaving the room in a faint glow of light as he closed the door and walked towards her, unbuttoning his shirt. Zara shook her head at him and moved his hands away, undoing the rest of the buttons as she looked at him. He had a broad chest with soft black hair tapering down towards his jeans. Zara leaned forward and kissed his chest, small butterfly kisses as she slid his shirt over his shoulders and left him bare. 

Reaching out to touch him, she felt the silken hardness of his skin as she pressed open mouthed kisses on his chest, shoulders and back towards his nipples, flicking them with her tongue. She heard a sharp intake of breath as Amir put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her towards him for a kiss. Sliding his hands down her body, he lifted the silk dress and ran his hands up the back of her thighs until he came to her round, firm ass. Squeezing her ass cheeks gently at first and then harder, Amir teased her with his tongue, plunging it into her mouth and retreating. Zara could feel herself juicing as his cock rubbed insistently against her. Moaning into his mouth, Zara ran her hands down his chest and down to his jeans. Still kissing him, she unbuttoned his jeans started to slide them down, expecting to feel the cotton of his underwear underneath. Instead, her hand found his hot skin, naked to her touch. Breaking away from his kiss Zara looked down to see Amir had nothing on under his jeans. He chuckled as he heard her breathing accelerate as she pushed his jeans down. 

Kneeling to take them off all the way, Zara looked up and saw his cock was inches away from her lips. Looking up at Amir, she smiled at him and licked her lips before leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of his cock. His cock was big, hard and glistening at the tip with his arousal. He had a beautiful circumcised cock she thought to herself. Darting her tongue out she licked the bead of pre cum and smiled as Amir trembled. Taking his balls into her hands, she massaged them, gently squeezing as she opened her mouth and took his cock deep inside the warmth of her mouth. Sucking him slowly, she looked up to see him watching her, his expression fierce with arousal as he watched his cock repeatedly disappear into her mouth. Loving how he felt in her mouth, Zara took Amir's hands and put them on the back of her head, indicating what she wanted from him. Amir smiled as he ran his fingers through her hair, held her head and fucked her mouth. He retreated until his cock was once again inches from her mouth. He laughed softly as he saw Zara lean in to him to capture his cock with her mouth again.

"You love sucking cock don't you Zara?" he whispered.

"Mmm...yes I do," replied Zara.

Giving her what she wanted, Amir moved his hips and teased her lips with his cock. Zara trailed her tongue all over his cock, over the tip, the length and the underside of his cock, taking his balls into her mouth and sucking them before taking his cock deep into her mouth and sucking him harder and faster, loving the feel of his hardness in her. Running her hands all over him, Zara grasped his ass cheeks and pulled him even deeper into her mouth, feeling his cock touch the back of her throat. Moaning at the feel of such a big, hard cock in her mouth, Zara reached down with one hand and began to rub her wet pussy. Amir fucked her mouth harder, his hands firmly holding her head as he pushed his cock in deep and hard and fast. Zara could feel he was about to find release and increased the pressure of her mouth, eager to give him his release and feel his hot cum in her mouth and throat. Amir fucked her mouth hard and fast, groaning as his cock started to release hot spurts into Zara's eager mouth. He couldn't stop fucking her mouth as Zara took his cum and swallowed it, loving the taste of him.

Amir sank down to his knees and kissed Zara hard before pushing her onto her back as he pressed kisses to her neck and bit her nipples through her dress. Zara gasped at the exquisite sensation of pleasure mixed with pain. Amir laughed and did it again, he bit her nipples, sending shocks of sex from her nipples to her pussy, making it contract and ache to be filled with Amir's hard, pulsing cock. 

Amir removed her shoes and kissed her ankles, licking and kissing his way up both legs. He traced patterns on the back of her knees, making her tremble. Sliding her dress up to her waist, Amir looked at her pussy, covered only with the smallest of thongs. Bending over her, Amir pressed soft kisses to the insides of her thighs, all the way around her pussy, teasing her by kissing her everywhere but the one place she was dying to be kissed. She felt his hair tickle her thighs and squirmed in pleasure, spreading her legs wide open to show herself to him. Amir looked at her and smiled, he knew he was driving her mad with his teasing. In a sudden move, Amir, not bothering to slide her thong down her legs, leaned down and gripped her thong between his teeth. Tugging gently he pulled it down her legs, his lips and tongue teasing the length of her legs as he slipped off her thong. Kissing his way back up her legs, Amir looked down at her naked pussy. Zara's pussy was glistening with her wetness, her soft lips covering her pussy, her clitoris engorged with her arousal. Amir moved closer and at last, covered her pussy with his mouth, running his hot tongue up and down the length of her pussy. He held her pussy wide open and pressed his tongue into her, tasting her wetness. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, making her gasp with pleasure. Sliding his fingers into her pussy, Amir felt her hot, wet, tight pussy close around him. Zara couldn't help moving and riding his fingers, trying to take them deeper into her pussy. The air around them was filled with the scent of their sex and the sounds of their love making.

"You're so wet Zara. So tight," Amir whispered.

Sliding his fingers deeper into her, he teased her before removing his fingers and putting them to her lips. Zara eagerly took his fingers into her mouth, enveloping them, tasting her own juices on Amir's fingers. She sucked his fingers softly, loving the taste of her own arousal and the feel of his fingers. Amir groaned as he watched Zara enjoy her own pussy juices. Amir leaned down once more and kissed Zara's pussy, pressing his tongue deep into her wet pussy, covering his tongue in her juices before leaning up to give Zara a deep kiss, letting her taste her pussy on his tongue. 

Amir raised her dress higher and pulling her up slightly, he slid the dress over Zara's head until she was just as naked as he was. Leaning back, Amir looked at her and smiled. Pulling her up he moved to the bed with her and lying back he looked at Zara and waited for her to take her pleasure. Zara leaned down and kissed his lips, his neck, his chest and then his cock which had hardened once more. As Amir lay back, smiling, Zara lifted her leg and sat astride Amir, teasing him with the wetness of her pussy, sliding herself down until just the tip of his cock was in her. She put her hands on her breasts and played with her nipples as she watched Amir's eyes close in pleasure. Leaning down slightly, Zara took a little more of his cock in her before lifting her body and moving until only the tip of his cock was touching her pussy lips. Amir opened his eyes and tried to push up into her but Zara wouldn't let him. Amir gripped Zara's waist and forced her to take his cock inside her, both of them groaning at the exquisite sensation of Amir's hot, hard cock sliding deep into Zara's tight, wet pussy. Amir suddenly froze, looking up at Zara, his breath coming fast and hard as he concentrated on not moving long enough to ask Zara something they should have thought of before.

"Zara," he groaned, "babe do we need protection?"

Moaning at the feel of his hard cock deep inside her, Zara shook her head as if to clear her mind of the passion which was threatening to overwhelm them both. This was something she should have thought about before she knew. Only when she was with Deklan she'd been on the pill, it had been the same with Raj too and she wasn't used to worrying about such things.

"Mmmm yes... oh shoot!" she gasped as Amir's cock twitched inside her, eager to move into the age old rhythm that would satisfy them both. Zara froze as she thought about what could happen with no protection but as Amir's cock moved in her just the tiniest bit, she threw caution to the wind and told herself she'd get the morning after pill first thing tomorrow morning just as soon as the chemist opened. There was one around the corner from her flat so she'd be okay she reassured herself. After all, tonight was supposed to be a night when her life began to change.

"Zara, I can't stop honey," gasped Amir.

"Mmmmm...don't stop baby. I'll get the morning after pill tomorrow. It's okay," Zara moaned as she felt her hips move involuntarily, seeking to take his cock in even deeper.

Amir, unable to hold still a moment longer, thrust into her deep and hard, his hips pushing up to get even deeper. He moved her hands and took her breasts in his hands, moving his head to lick her nipples. Zara held her ass cheeks apart as she rode his cock, feeling his balls slapping against her ass as she moved up and down on his cock. Her hair fell forward, covering them both as Amir tongued and bit her nipples, sucking them and soothing them as Zara moaned. Moving his hands to her ass, Amir gripped her ass cheeks tightly as their bodies strained to find release. Amir pulled Zara down for a deep kiss as he slid his hand down the crack of her ass and slowly started to push his finger into her ass hole. Zara moaned into his mouth as he filled every hole of hers with a part of himself. Zara felt her pussy contracting around his cock as bursts of pleasure shot through her. Unable to stop her orgasm, Zara trembled and moaned as Amir pushed deeper into her as her pussy milked his cock and gave him his own release. Breathing hard, Zara lay on Amir; their bodies still joined as Amir wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

It felt like ages later as Zara lay on Amir's chest in the darkness that he began to once more play with her body, teasing her ass cheeks with feather light strokes. Amir had turned the light off and they had only the moonlight shining in through the window now. Zara wasn't sure if she was awake but it felt so good she didn't move. Amir pressed kisses on her shoulder as he moved her body so she way lying face down on the bed. Kissing her between her shoulders, Amir started rubbing his cock against her ass. Zara felt it harden and smiled. Amir was insatiable. She didn't mind, he made her feel so good. Pressing her ass against him slowly, Zara heard his breathing quicken as his cock hardened more. Amir slid his hands under her body and touched her clit, teasing it with soft touches of his fingers. Zara moaned and tried to rub her clit against his teasing fingers. Amir put both hands under her and raised her ass so it was up in the air.

"Baby get on all fours" he whispered in her ear. 

Zara obliged and moved her body so she was on all fours, facing away from him. She felt the mattress move as Amir moved into position behind her. She loved this position. She had a sudden flash of earlier this evening when she'd been touching herself and thinking of her and Deklan fucking in front of her bedroom mirror on all fours. She smiled as she felt him rub himself against her ass hole as he held her ass in place. Feeling his hands on her breasts, rubbing her nipples, Zara moaned. She felt fingers touching her pussy too. Zara suddenly froze. There were too many hands touching her! Turning around in the darkness, Zara gasped. Amir was right there as he should have been, but there were two other men in the room with them. Zara tried to move and found that Amir was still holding her in place.




Zara Betrayed Ch. 01



"Amir? What the hell is going on?" she demanded.

"Relax babe, they're just some friends." Amir replied.

Zara yanked herself out of Amir's grip and moved to cover herself with a blanket but saw there wasn't one on the bed. Looking around she grabbed the pillow next to her and covered herself as much as she could.

"This is Jack and this is Ravi. Jack's my flat mate and Ravi's our old mate from uni. They came back a while ago and saw us in action...they wanted a piece of it too."

Zara looked at Amir, shocked.

"Get them out of here now, I want to get dressed. I'm going home." She looked at the three of them just sitting there, when none of them made a move to go, she demanded, "Now Amir!"

Still, none of them moved. Zara knew the only way out would be to move herself. Inching herself to the side of the bed, Zara wondered how she'd ever got herself into such a situation. Believing that Amir obviously thought she was into this sort of stuff just because she'd fucked him annoyed her. Amir reached out to stop her.

"Come one Zara. It's just a bit of fun. Don't be such a spoil sport."

"Shut up Amir. I'm not that kind of girl." Zara angrily retorted.

Amir laughed "Zara you're a naughty girl...you telling me you've never wanted more than one bloke fucking you? Hmm?"

Zara looked at him. Sure she'd thought about it, didn't everyone? Didn't mean she was going do it though. Something in her expression made Amir laugh again.

"See? Told you didn't I? You have thought about it!"

Jack and Ravi were smiling now too. Zara looked at the three of them and something in her was tempted, just for a moment, to have all three men making love to her. She shook her head and told herself to stop being so stupid. She didn't even know these other two guys. But there was a wicked voice inside, telling her to do it, it was her one and only chance to experience it. Hadn't she been thinking about life changing experiences just a few hours earlier as she got ready for the party? Perhaps this was something else she could experience...just the once she assured herself quickly.

"Amir..." Zara faltered, her voice unsure.

Amir smiled at her. He knew what she was thinking. He looked at Jack and Ravi with a triumphant smile; both of them were smiling now too.

"Zara it's going to be so good honey. You'll love it" Amir assured her. Amir moved closer to her and pulled the pillow away from her gently.

"Zara, this is me, Amir. You can trust me."

Zara slowly let go of the pillow and let Amir kiss her. She was acutely aware of Jack and Ravi watching. Kissing Amir felt good, like it had done all night but now there was a sharp edge to the feeling. She felt a little wicked and wanton as she kissed Amir, the two of them naked, while his friends watched. It was a novel experience for Zara, but not an unpleasant one she was truthful enough to admit to herself.

Jack looked to be around the same height and build as Amir. He had light blonde hair and blue or grey eyes, Zara couldn't tell the exact colour in the moon light. Ravi looked shorter and stockier than the other two. He was bald with fair skin and had dark eyes.

Zara felt strangely turned on as she kissed Amir back, knowing her and Amir were being watched. Amir ran his fingers through her hair and deepened the kiss. Zara felt another pair of hands on her body as Amir slipped his tongue into her mouth. Stiffening slightly, Zara tried to move away, her body and mind unsure about what was happening. Amir pulled back and whispered to her to relax before kissing her again once more. 

Zara had seen it was Ravi who had moved to touch her nipples and forcing herself to relax, she admitted to herself it felt strange and alien having someone else touch her at the same time, but it felt kind of good too. Amir felt some of the tension leave her body and he grinned. Pushing her down on the bed, he continued to kiss Zara; he caressed her face as he kissed her lips, her cheeks and her neck. 

Zara lay back and allowed her senses be overwhelmed by what was happening to her. She felt the mattress dip as someone moved. She felt another pair of hands spread her legs and touch her pussy, rubbing it slowly. Looking down she saw Ravi had undressed and was moving to lick her nipples. Jack was naked too and was stroking his cock as he touched her pussy. Amir was stroking his cock while he kissed her and licked her. 

Zara noticed the difference between the three men as she looked at them. Amir had a thick, long, circumcised cock but Jack and Ravi didn't. Feeling herself blush slightly, she looked at Jack and Ravi again. Jack had a thick cock which was getting harder as he saw her watching him as he stroked himself. The foreskin on his cock was being pulled back to reveal the glistening tip of his arousal. He had thick veins running down the side which were pulsing as blood rushed faster as his cock hardened even more. His cock was slightly shorter than Amir's but it was thicker. Zara could imagine how it might feel inside her. Ravi, she noticed was the smallest in terms of length but he had the biggest girth. His cock was uncircumcised too and as Zara watched, she saw the head appear as the skin moved back, the tip wet with pre cum. 

Zara knew some girls had a preference for circumcised cocks over uncircumcised and vice versa but it wasn't an issue with her, it hadn't ever been, she didn't mind. For her, all that mattered was that a guy knew what to do with his cock to pleasure them both and make her explode. Zara closed her eyes and suddenly shivered as she realised what she was doing. A fantasy was one thing but she wasn't ready for this.

"Stop please."

All three guys stopped what they were doing and looked at her.

"Tell us how you want it Zara," Amir said.

"No, I'm sorry. I can't do this" said Zara.

The three men exchanged glances. "Of course you can babe," said Amir. He moved back down to kiss her. Zara moved her face away.

"No Amir. I can't." Zara said, trying to get up.

Amir held her down as she tried to get up. Jack started to touch her pussy again. Zara tried to close her legs but Jack had his hands there.

"Stop it. I don't want this. I mean it. Stop now." Zara demanded.

"Babe don't worry. We'll make it good for you....just like I made it good for you before" Amir tried, coaxing her with a smile.

"No Amir! I don't want this" Zara pushed herself away and tried to stand up.

"Amir you said it was a done deal" Jack said, sounding annoyed.

"What?!" Zara gasped.

"It is, just hold on" Amir replied, sounding irritated.

"No it isn't Amir. I'm going home!" Zara said, feeling the first real tremors of fear and uneasiness at the turn of the situation.

"I'm sorry babe, I can't let you go home yet." Amir looked at Zara.

"Amir?" said Zara, fear evident in her voice now.

"We're just gonna have some fun babe" Ravi spoke for the first time, his voice gravelly, slightly rasping like that of someone who regularly smoked.

"No, I don't want to" Zara tried to move away from the three men. Looking around she realised there was only one way out. She didn't see how she'd make it out the door. Still, she had to try.

Jack, anticipating her move, grabbed her as she tried to make her escape. He held her tight as she thrashed against him.

"Baby you're ruining all the fun," he growled in her ear.

Zara was frozen with fear now. She knew she had no chance of escaping from three big men. Feeling fear coil in her stomach she looked from one man to another to the third. All three of them looked relaxed but determined.

"Please Amir, don't" she pleaded, looking at the man who she thought was a good guy. Amir looked at her and smiled.

"That isn't what you were saying before...then it was please Amir don't stop," he mimicked her and the three men chuckled.

Ravi moved towards her and Jack. He looked bigger and more terrifying than the other two. Zara recoiled in fear. He ran his hands over her nipples and tried to kiss her. Moving her heard from side to side, Zara tried to avoid his mouth. Ravi gripped her chin between his fingers and forced her head still. Zara clamped her lips closed refused to look at him. Forcing her head up, Ravi leaned in to kiss her. His other hand was trailing down her stomach to probe between her lips. Zara, unable to help herself, tried to knee him. Catching him hard on the thigh, she tried again. Ravi had her knee in a vice like grip and held her knee away.

"Don't make me hurt you," he warned her, looking angry now.

Zara looked at Amir in fear, he shrugged and said "Do as he says babe. Don't make it harder for yourself." Zara knew she wouldn't be getting any help from him tonight.

She screamed at the top of her voice, thinking only to stop this madness somehow when Jack clamped his hand over her mouth, cutting her off mid scream.

"Bitch!" he hissed in her ear.

Ravi slapped her hard and her head snapped to one side with the force of the blow. Her eyes smarting with tears, her cheek stinging, Zara knew it was over. She didn't know how much they'd hurt her if she tried anything else.

"Now you be a good girl and we'll leave you alone after, be a naughty girl and we're gonna have to hurt you. It's your choice," said Jack.

There was no choice Zara knew. Unless you counted whether she wanted to be hurt or hurt really badly. All Zara could hope for now was that it would be over quickly. Jack forced her to walk to the bed and lay her down on her back, her legs hanging over the end of the bed, her toes still touching the floor. He spread her legs apart and kneeled between them. Zara lay back, eyes tightly shut as she tried to block out what was happening to her. Jack put his tongue on her, licking her pussy. Zara's legs tried to close automatically but Ravi held her legs open for Jack to continue. As Jack pressed his tongue into her pussy, Amir leaned down to whisper "Relax baby...you loved it before...just imagine it's me" Zara recoiled from his voice, anger and despair mixing violently inside her.

Ravi bent over her body and licked her nipples, tonguing them before taking her breast in his mouth and sucking it. His stubble rasped against her skin, the harsh friction hurting her sensitive skin. Zara moved her body.

"Yes baby, that's it. You're loving it aren't you?" Amir muttered as he deliberately mistook her movements for pleasure.

Zara ceased her movements immediately which Amir took exception to. Whispering into her ear once more "Baby you'd better move that body of yours or you'll make Ravi angry" Zara heard the threat in Amir's words and forced her body to move. Humiliation like she'd never felt before warred with raging anger.

Amir praised her "Baby you're so hot" as he moved his cock towards her face. Feeling it rub against her lips, Zara looked at Amir in terror.

"Suck my cock Zara...be a good girl and suck it like you did before."

The memory of her enjoying herself as she sucked Amir's cock just a short while earlier made Zara want to weep in disgust. How could she have been so wrong about him?

Amir pressed his cock against her lips and forced it into her mouth. What had earlier felt so arousing, so sweet and good now made Zara feel more degraded than ever. Unwilling tears fell from her eyes, racing down and disappearing into her hair.

Zara forced herself to take Amir's cock into her mouth and suck it. With each lick she reminded herself that she had to do this, she had to get away. One more lick, one more suck was one more step towards this nightmare being over.

As Zara felt Amir force his cock in and out of her mouth she felt a probing at the entrance of her pussy. Unable to move her head to look, not sure she even wanted to see, Zara felt a hard cock forcing itself into her pussy. It must be Jack she realised. He was having trouble sliding into her. Hearing him swear, she felt him retreat and her relief at him not being able to violate her was short lived as she felt his tongue on her, wetting her pussy, he was making sure she was wet enough to take him in! Jack moved his mouth and replaced it with his cock, this time he was able to slide into her. He was bigger than Amir, thicker too, Zara felt her pussy being stretched as he slide his cock deeper into her. She heard him groaning in pleasure as her pussy gripped him tight. He retreated all the way before ramming himself into her hard. Zara gasped at the pain. Her pussy tried to reject his cock but it was no use. He was too big, too hard, and too strong and determined to be put off. Zara tried to twist away from Jack but this just seemed to excite him even more as she felt his cock leap inside her.

Zara knew the only way this would be over was if the men had their release. Wanting to be free of them, Zara tried to hurry Jack up. As Amir fucked her mouth hard, Zara lifted her hips to let Jack in deeper and squeezed him with her inner muscles. Jack groaned loudly.

"Mmmmm...yes baby! Oh you dirty girl, you love Jack's cock don't you" he groaned as he fucked her harder.

Zara was glad she couldn't reply as Amir had his cock ramming into her mouth hard and fast. Feeling like she was going to choke Zara tried to move her head to the side. Amir gripped her head in both hands and pressed his cock deep into her, the end of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Moaning loudly Amir pumped his cock faster, Zara knew he was close. Opening her mouth as much as she could, Zara moved her head back and forth, tears streaming down her face as she tried to give her attacker the release he craved. Amir erupted in her mouth with a loud groan, his cum bursting from his cock in long spurts. Zara tried to let his cum dribble from her mouth, unwilling and unable to swallow any of it if she could help it. Amir was having none of it. Using his fingers he scooped up his cum and forced his fingers into Zara's mouth, forcing her to taste him, to swallow his essence.

"You loved swallowing me earlier...you can do it again now" said Amir with a smirk.

Jack watched Amir find his release, seeing his friend fuck Zara's pretty mouth made him even harder. Amir had been right, Zara was a hot fuck.

Zara knew Jack was close too, his breath coming fast as he pumped his cock into her tight pussy. Gripping his cock as tight as she could, Zara raised her hips higher until Jack was as deep as he could go. Zara moaned in pain as Jack's cock filled her pussy, forcing her to accept his big hard cock. Jack grunted as his cock twitched and leapt in her tight, hot pussy. Hearing Zara moan, watching her thrash on the bed, Jack could feel his cock ready to explode. Pushing Ravi to the side, Jack leaned down and bit Zara's nipples hard as his cock began to pulse with his orgasm. He shot his cum deep into her sweet pussy as she moaned in pain. Licking her nipples, Jack leaned down and kissed her face before he collapsed on top of her.

Thankful it was all over, Zara wept. Her body hurt and ached but her mind and soul was bruised more. Not able to face what happened, Zara blocked her mind and lay there, counting down from ten thousand in her mind. She didn't know what she'd do when she got to zero.

"My turn now"

Her blood froze. It was Ravi. There was no mercy for her yet. Zara couldn't believe it wasn't over. She tried to scramble up from the bed but Ravi easily overpowered her.

"Hold her down" she heard him order the other two. Zara thrashed with all her might but it was no use, there was no escape from this yet. Jack and Amir grabbed a leg and an arm each so she lay spread eagled on the bed.

"No. On her front," Ravi told them.

They flipped her over and Zara was on her front. She felt her hips being lifted and a pillow was put under her to raise her ass up a little. Not caring that she was begging Zara turned her head.

"Please don't do this. You've had your fun. I'm begging you please Amir, Jack, Ravi please don't do this."

None of them answered. Her head was forced back down as she felt a hand tracing her back, down to her buttocks. The hand furrowed in between her ass cheeks and began to rub her and press against her ass hole.

"Please no" she whispered.

"Sshhh...its' ok" she heard Ravi whisper as he bent down to lick and kiss her back. Kissing down her back he reached her ass and pressed kisses all over it. Holding her ass cheeks apart, Zara felt Ravi probe her ass hole with the tip of his cock. Her ass hole automatically clenched in fear and rejection as Ravi tried to push his cock into her. He knew what she was doing and he didn't care...because he knew he'd win in the end.

"Relax or it'll hurt even more" he said to her as he continued to push into her. Zara felt pain shoot through her and couldn't stop the moan from escaping. Ravi pushed harder now, feeling her ass hole giving way, slowly and reluctantly. Zara felt the pain worse now as his hard cock forced itself into her without any lubrication. She felt like she was being torn apart as Ravi relentlessly forced himself into her. Feeling her ass burning with pain Zara cried out but it was no use. Amir and Jack wouldn't let go and Ravi wouldn't stop. With a last hard push Ravi was in all the way. He groaned in satisfaction as he felt the tightest ass ever around his cock. Zara cried into the bed, sobs wracking her body as the pain tore her apart. Ravi retreated before pushing himself all the way in again, enjoying himself now. His pace increased as he tried to find his own release.

Zara felt a hand stroking her leg. Turning her head slightly she saw Amir looking at her as he stroked her. Seeing her look at him he smiled at her. Zara turned her head away in disgust as Ravi grunted away on top of her, breathing harshly as he violated her body and tore her insides. Zara didn't know when the pain would end when all of a sudden Ravi stiffened on top of her and shouted out as his cock burst inside her. Feeling him collapse on top of her and the hands pinning her down loosen, Zara was almost afraid to believe it was over. Ravi proved to her seconds later that her nightmare was nowhere near over as he slid his cock out of her and turned her body over so she was once more lying flat on her back. Ravi had bead of sweat running down his face, his chest still heaving with exertion. Zara didn't understand why he was looking at her, shuffling forward on his knees, closer to her, until he started to lower his cock towards her mouth. She looked at him in horrified disgust.

"Now baby, open that hot mouth of yours and suck me clean," Ravi grinned at her.

Zara didn't realise she was shaking her head until the expression on Ravi's face changed; his smile became a sneer as he looked down at her.

"I know how much you love sucking cock, I saw how much you loved Amir's cock in your mouth. I want to see my cock disappear in your mouth now...suck it now you dirty bitch!" Ravi snarled at her. Zara looked at Amir, wondering if he'd put a stop to this madness but he had the same evil smile on his face as Jack did. The bastards were enjoying her humiliation, she realised.

Zara couldn't open her mouth, the thought of what Ravi wanted her to do made her want to hurl. Ravi, seeing she wouldn't open her mouth voluntarily, looked towards Amir and jerked his head once. Amir, understanding what Ravi wanted, gripped Zara's chin in his hands and forced her jaw open.

"Mmmnff! Nnnn!" Zara tried to speak but couldn't, her jaw was in a vice like grip. She heard Jack laugh at her helplessness. She looked up and saw Ravi's big, thick cock coming towards her mouth. She gagged as his cock entered her mouth, her brain unable to assimilate what was happening, her mouth trying to dispel his cock. Feeling her throat try to close up, Zara hoped her gagging would put Ravi off. His laughter indicated otherwise.

"You love it really...all you girls pretending to be so good...nothing but a bunch of cock sucking whores!" Ravi swore, his voice hard.




Zara Betrayed Ch. 01



"She will suck it Ravi, she loves a hard cock in her mouth," said Amir. "Sit her up and put your hands on her head, force it in, that's how she likes it. Isn't that right Zara sweets?" Amir laughed.

"Get up," Ravi told her, reaching down to grab her arms and pull her up. Zara was on her knees now, facing Ravi. He placed both hands on the back of her head and forced her to lower her head, her mouth now inches from his cock.

"Suck me real good and you're done...you can go," Ravi promised her.

Zara looked up at him, disbelief clear on her face.

"Zara, he's telling the truth," Jack spoke, his voice quieter than the others. "We only wanted a bit of fun with you, suck him off and you can go."

Hope warring with disbelief, Zara turned to look at each of them in turn; Amir nodded at her to confirm Jack's words, Ravi was looking at her expectantly while Jack nodded towards Ravi's cock.

Zara turned back slowly towards Ravi's cock; she really didn't want to do this. Bending her head slowly she inched towards his cock and closing her eyes she took a deep breath. She looked at the cock in front of her and opened her mouth slowly. She could feel the bile rising in her throat and forcing it down she made herself take deep breaths before touching the tip of his cock with her tongue. She heard Ravi moan quietly as her tongue ran over the length of his cock. His cock smelt strange and she forced herself to breathe through her mouth instead, her breath tickling Ravi's cock as she continued to swirl her tongue over his cock. Daring to look up at him, she saw his eyes were closed and he was smiling.

"Go on Zara, take it deep in your mouth," she heard Amir say from behind her. He was breathing a little faster, she understood seeing her suck Ravi's cock was turning on Amir.

Opening her mouth wide, Zara took Ravi's cock deep into her mouth and closed her lips around him. With a deep groan, Ravi increased the pressure on her head and pushed himself even deeper into her mouth. Zara gagged, trying to twist her head away.

"Suck him properly baby and you can go," Jack reminded her.

Turning back towards Ravi's cock, Zara held it in both hands and stroked it, wanting to please them so this nightmare could finally end. Zara tried to imagine she was anywhere but here. She decided to imagine it wasn't Ravi in front of her. Conjuring up an image of a smiling Deklan in her head, Zara bent her head towards Ravi's cock and swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock, flicking the head in the way Deklan used to love. 

She ran her hands down his cock and took his balls into her hands, squeezing them and teasing him. She closed her lips around his cock and moved her head forward slowly to enclose him deep inside her hot, wet mouth. She gripped him tightly with her tongue and let his cock touch the back of her throat. This time there was no gagging. Imagining how Deklan would praise how well she sucked his cock, Zara ran her hands all over Ravi now. She massaged his balls again before rubbing the sensitive skin between his balls and his ass hole. Deklan loved her doing that to him when she sucked his cock. He'd rub himself against her fingers; Ravi was doing the same thing now. His cock had only been semi hard before but Zara felt it swell in her mouth now as it grew bigger.

"Mmm baby, suck me harder," she heard him moan.

Glad that it was working and excited over her ordeal coming to an end, Zara began to suck his cock herder, faster, her head bobbing up and down as she teased him with her teeth grazing his cock lightly. Zara wanted it over quickly and remembered how she'd make Deklan come quickly by fingering his ass at the same time. Zara moved back to release his cock from her mouth and before Ravi could stop her, she put her finger in mouth and licked it, making it wet. She looked up at him and saw Jack had moved around to stand beside Ravi and was stroking his cock as he watched. Jack took her other hand and wrapped it around his cock, holding his hand over hers as he forced her to stroke his cock. Zara moved her wet finger towards Ravi's ass hole and began pressing against it gently as she kissed his cock and licked her way up and down it.

She felt hands exploring her ass and realised it was Amir touching her, wiping her ass clean of Ravi's cum with a tissue or something soft. All three men were touching her now, forcing her to do things she didn't want to. Zara's body was theirs to play with and she knew she couldn't do a single thing about it. As Zara sucked Ravi and stroked Jack, she felt Amir kiss and bite her ass cheeks, his tongue licking her, making its way down to her ass hole. She squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation and Amir held her in place, his tongue moving lower to lick her. She felt his tongue rimming her hole before it was replaced with the head of his cock. Zara clenched her ass in fear but it was no use. Amir was slowly pushing his cock into her ass and she couldn't stop him. Her ass accepted his cock slightly more easily than Ravi's, he'd already stretched her ass hole open from his brutal thrusting. It still hurt and Zara whimpered as Amir's cock began to fill her.

"Oh baby your ass is so tight," Amir groaned as he began moving in her.

All three men were using her body now as Ravi fucked her mouth faster, his cock touching the back of her throat as he moved his cock deeper into her mouth. Jack was jerking off in her hand and moaning as he massaged his balls with his other hand. Amir was gripping her ass cheeks tightly as he rammed his cock harder and deeper into her, grunting with pleasure.

Amir leaned down and bit her neck hard as his cock leapt in her ass, breathing fast as he pumped her ass hard. He reached under her and pulled her nipples, twisting them until she cried out in pain, the sound of her cried seemed to excite him as he plunged her ass even harder. Gripping her breasts tight in his hands, Amir rammed into her hard, making her scream out in pain as his cock began to spurt inside her. Zara could feel his cock pulsing deep in her ass as it released his cum in long spurts. Biting her and kissing her back, Amir shuddered as he slid himself out of her ass and lay down on the bed, his body heaving with deep breaths.

Ravi was holding her head so tight her face was mashed up against his body, his trimmed hair scraping against her nose and face. Zara pressed her finger against his ass harder and felt the tip of it slide into him. Pressing harder she pushed her finger deeper into his ass and began to move her finger in and out slowly as she deep throated his cock. Ravi wasn't able to take much of that as his cock began to twitch in her mouth. Zara sped up her actions, wanting him to cum so she could leave. Ravi's moans grew louder as Zara used her mouth and tongue on him to bring him to orgasm, her finger deep in his ass, making him moan in pleasure. Ravi pulled her hair and moved her back as his cock began to shoot jets of cum over her face. Holding his cock with one hand he made sure his cum hit her mouth and cheeks and even her forehead, Zara grimaced as his cum ran down her face and into her mouth.

Jack was close to orgasm too as he moved her hand over his cock faster, he made no sound but as his face was contorted as he focused solely on his orgasm. As Ravi moved away from her, Jack pushed her body down on the bed, still making her stroke him. He leaned down and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth as his cock leapt in her hand. Jack kissed and bit her nipples, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking hard as his orgasm began to rush through him. His hot cum splashed her stomach as his hands forced her to stroke his cock faster, milking every last drop of cum. As his cock began to lose some of its hardness, Jack slumped on top of her, their bodies wet and sticky with his cum. Minutes later, Jack rolled onto his back and pulled her towards his body.

"Lick it all off," he murmured.

Zara knew she had no choice as she bent her head and licked his stomach and chest clean, her tongue making fast work of cleaning his body. She ran her tongue around and over his cock and his balls, waiting for the moment when they told her she could go.

Once she was done, she sat up and looked at the three men, not wanting to say or do anything to anger them.

"May I leave now?" Zara asked them, injecting as much meekness as she could into her voice.

"Leave?" Ravi asked her laughing.

"We're having too much fun with you now to let you go babe." Jack added.

"You said you'd let me go," Zara said, her voice trembling.

"Ah come on babe, you know us guys, always saying stuff we don't mean," Amir chuckled.

"Please? Please let me go. I've done everything you asked for. Please, I'm begging you," Zara whispered, her voice clogged with tears.

"Aw Zara don't cry....we will let you go. Just a little while longer," said Amir.

"Please Amir, please let me go? Please Jack, Ravi, please let me go," Zara cried, tears streaming down her face now.

"You can go in a bit...just something else you gotta do for us first," said Amir.

Zara looked at him, barely able to see him with the tears blurring her view.

"What?" she whispered?

"You gotta dance with us first," smiled Amir at her. "Like we were dancing at the party."

Zara looked at him in disbelief. "What?" she repeated, "I'll dance with you and you'll let me go? Just like that?"

"Yep," Amir grinned, "just like that."

Jack got up, walking over to the far side of the room to turn on the stereo. Zara heard strains of low music filled the room, the romantic song completely at odds with what was happening to her

"May I?" Jack asked her with a mock bow, standing beside the bed.

Zara looked at him uncertainly and inched towards him slowly, fear and uncertainty making her move slowly. Jack took her hand and pulled her up against him, putting his hands on the curve of her waist, moving against her slowly. Zara stood there frozen, hands at her side, unable to move.

"You're not going anywhere until we have our dance," Jack reminded her with a whisper in her ear.

Jack took her hands and put them around his neck before settling his hands on her ass and pulling her close against his naked body. His chest rubbed against hers, his chest hair rubbing against her sore nipples, making her wince in pain.

"Come on babe, you loved dancing with me earlier tonight, dance with him properly," Amir ordered her. Zara looked at him, her eyes flashing in anger but Amir just shrugged at her.

Jack was getting angry now at her lack of movement, his grip tightening on her. Zara forced herself to relax and moulded her body to his, her body flush up against him now; they were touching from chest to thighs. His cock rested and rubbed against her stomach now as they swayed to the music. Jack pressed her closer to him, rubbing his hands over her ass cheeks, pulling her body into his. Zara couldn't believe how her night had gone. Her earlier excitement at the party, making love with Amir, it all seemed like a lifetime ago. All she could think about now was the humiliation and pain heaped upon her by the three men who it seemed hadn't finished with her yet. Tears of fear and humiliation ran unchecked down her face as her body moved with Jack's in rhythm to the music.

Feeling someone move close to her and touch her from behind, Zara turned to look. It was Amir. Jack moved his hands so Amir could press up against Zara's back. Amir rubbed his cock against her ass as he moved with them. Zara was sandwiched between the two men, both men rubbing themselves against her as they moved. Ravi was laughing now as he watched the three of them sway to the music. He'd lit up a joint and the smell added to Zara's discomfort, making her feel nauseous. Ravi lay back on the bed and stroked his cock as he watched them through the hazy smoke. Jack moved his hands between their bodies and rubbed Zara's breasts, down her stomach to play with her clit. He rubbed his fingers against her, enjoying her squirming. Amir spread her ass cheeks and rubbed his cock between her cheeks, moaning into her ear, his breath hot.

What seemed like hours later, both men looked at each other and moved away. Zara couldn't understand what was happening. Hoping it was over she turned to look at Ravi, he was fiddling with something on the chest of drawers at the side of the bed. Amir and Jack walked towards him grinning.

"Is it all there?" Amir asked excitedly.

"Yep, all of it...even just the two of you from before," replied Ravi with a grin.

A sinking feeling in her stomach, Zara moved to see what they were talking about. Ravi was holding a small video camera in his hands.

"What have you done?" Zara asked them, her voice shaking.

"Just a little home video babe," Ravi said with a leer on his face.

"Amir...no...please no," Zara whispered.

"Relax babe, it's just for us...just a little something to enjoy," Amir smiled.

Zara could hear her own voice pleading and begging them to stop as Ravi rewound the tape and played it back. He must have fast forwarded a little as the next thing she heard was moans from one of them men as she screamed in pain. Horror filled her as thoughts of what they might do filled her once more. Zara could feel her legs shaking, as each thought was worse than the previous one.

Jack walked towards her with a speculative look on his face.

"We could destroy the tape Zara...if you want us to?" he asked her.

Zara looked at him gratefully, "Please, yes, please destroy it," she begged him.

"What would you be willing to do?" he asked her with a smile.

Zara looked at him horrified. "What...what do you mean? I've done everything you wanted," she stammered.

"Hmm...not everything. There's still so much more we could do," Jack said.

At this, both Amir and Ravi looked up with a smile. They nodded their heads eagerly.

"The way I see it, it's up to you Zara...either you can stay here with us and have some more fun with us...or we could post this video on the internet. Start with little clips on Facebook...maybe email snatches of it to your friends...or maybe send a little clip to your family. From what I've heard, Muslim parents don't really like their good little girls to be fucking boys...and you sure as hell fucked Amir tonight," Jack laughed.

"You wouldn't? Amir please, you know what this will do to me. Please, I'm begging you, don't do this to me," Zara pleaded.

"Sorry babe...it's up to the boys. I've had my fun with you tonight...how can I deny them theirs? Eh boys?" Amir turned to share a laugh with the other two.

Ravi walked out of the room and came back in moments later. He was carrying a laptop with him. Zara's blood froze. They really were serious. Looking from Ravi and the laptop towards Amir and Jack, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. How much would they do to her...her body was bruised, violated beyond any of her worst nightmares...and still they wanted more.

"What's it to be sweets?" Ravi looked at her.

"Please no...please don't do this, I'm begging you please." Zara cried.

Shaking his head, Ravi set the laptop down on the chest of drawers and turned it on. The screen flickered to life as Zara stared, willing something, anything to stop this madness. Ravi began to attach a cable to the video camera.

"Stop! Please stop!" Zara shouted.

All three men looked at her, their faces blank as they waited.

"Well?" Amir asked her.

In answer, Zara turned around and walked towards the bedroom door without looking at any of them. She closed the door and turned back towards them, resigned to her fate as she saw all three men smile in anticipation. She closed her eyes and prayed it would be over soon.