"I'm sorry" I said, as I gave her a final apologetic glance but there amateur was only contempt in her eyes. I turned around and shamefully walked to bed, the thought that I had raped my stepdaughter haunting me from that night for the rest of my life. The End Please comment Also, let me know if you would like me to continue writing this kind of sextape stories. Bagdad Brothel I will never forget my time in Bagdad, the crazy shit I did and sex experienced out there many people would never believe. But one night stood out above the rest, and this is the story of that night. I was a private security contractor working for a Saudi business man in Bagdad. What kind of business he was in or what I did, I will not discuss. During my stay in Bagdad I lived in an apartment about a block away from my employer’s business. My favorite place to visit was a brothel across the street from me, it was a 2 story building, first floor was completely converted to a garage and the second floor was the brothel. I frequented the establishment when ever I fuck was off duty. On that night I had to stay late in the office, it was around 2 am when I left my employer’s business. As I exited the building I could hear gun shots from down the street. Instinctively I reached for my sidearm, but then relaxed as weapon discharge was too common in Bagdad. As I slowly walked towards my apartment I saw half a dozen men exit the brothel building and hoped in 2 cars parked out front. Now normally I wouldn’t pay much attention to this, but these men’s faces were covered, some of them were visibly holding submachine guns. When I saw the weapons I instinctually stepped behind a pillar and pulled homemade out my sidearm. Those never noticed me or just didn’t care and drove away into the night. Now my curiosity was peaked and I had a feeling something ominous had happened in the brothel. I looked around and it was quite, no one was disturbed by the gun fire, typical. I hurried across the street and upped the stairs leading to the front door. I noticed the bloody foot print pussy those men left behind as I made my way, this does not bold well. The front door was opened and the reception area empty, usually a pimp would be here to greet me and announce me to the girls before showing me in. There was not door leading to the lounge but a veil of beads. Pushing past the veil of beads I entered a blood bath. There was bodies all over the floor, with a concentration of bodies to the side of the lounge with the long sofas. The lounge was the place where I would be sat on the long sofas along with other customers and the girls would parade through so we could flirt and pick our lady or ladies of choice. The first body right at my feet was the pimp, looks like the killers forced him in and executed him on the spot. A panic ensued and some of the girls were shot running. Four female bodies sprawled on the floor in the middle of the lounge. I walked over to them, looks like two bursts of small caliber automatic weapon. I recognize the girls, though I don’t know all their names. Just as she was about to pass out, the fingers in her ass suddenly expanded as she felt first three then four fingers, followed by the thumb sliding in and out of her ass. You are a caring, loving, and sex generous man. I can’t seem to figure out how to say this properly,” She paused, clearly thinking about her next words. “We fuck can all tell you homemade want it - just go with Gemma. “You deserve to be spanked just for that.” Alcohol is passed around. pussy placed them under my behind. Mike stepped up to the table and began un-securing Lesslie. I could fell Robby's sextape tongue deep in my ass and I started to moan loudly. So, now that the subject of fucking has raised it's evil head Tess. It was the ultimate act of giving herself to him, and a shameful slap in amateur my face. "Maybe. His dick pressed against her thigh and he backed his hips away reflexively. A union of the princedom... She looked at him confused, “You want to fight me?”