She was naked and facedown on a narrow wooden bench, her arms pulled out in front of her as though she was diving and her wrists securely strapped to the end of the bench. At the other end he legs had been splayed, her knees either side of the bench and her ankles strapped to the rear legs of the sturdy structure. Her pussy and anus were clearly on view and her pinkish inner lips beckoned temptingly between the backs of her parted thighs. The position presented her buttocks high; the wonderful firm cleft of her backside a delight to look upon. The girl, unable to turn to look, was aware of someone’s presence but who it was, she couldn’t tell. She lay sobbing and trembling with fear, later and to her cost, she would find that fear to be well founded.

Khalid’s sense of thrill and excitement grew as he stripped, his massive cock standing out heavy and stiff in hard erection as he cast the last of his clothes aside. He slowly walked to the rear of the bench and sat on the very end, behind the girl and admiring more closely the soft and unblemished skin of her neat little body. His cock jerked in delighted reaction as he gently touched her buttocks with just his fingertips and his balls gripped as the girl tensed and muttered a gasp of fright.

“Mmmm,” what a sweet little arse hole you have,” he said softly and chuckled a low and sinister laugh as the girl sucked in air and tensed more so. Down he cleft of her backside he traced a trail with his index finger, delighting in her warmth and the youthful appeal that her body emitted. A blob of lubrication oozed from the eyehole of his cock as he lingered on the tiny ring of her anus, the wonderful puckered ring protecting the entrance to her secret tunnel. Don further he explored, delving his big black finger into the moist slit of her pussy and testing the wet, warm cavern with an adoring reverence.

The little bitch was perfect, he felt, so sweet, so petite and so… so very much to his tastes. This one he would really enjoy fucking but first, the slut had to suffer a little to heighten further the pumping thrill he was now experiencing. Khalid swung his legs around to straddle the end of the bench so that he was seated behind her and a little back from her. With both his big hands he covered each of her pale buttocks, his dark skin in stark contrast to the white flesh of her little body. With fingers splayed over her buttock cheeks he used both thumbs the stretch the cleft of her backside apart, opening up access to her little ring and stretching the skin either side of it.

“No!” the girl blurted nervously. “Please… Please don’t.”

Khalid wasn’t listening; his total interest was focused on the inviting little hole of her backside and dipped his head down until his facial cheeks pressed against those of her backside. His thumbs maintained the pull on her buttock cheeks, holding them apart and then he flicked out with his tongue to tickle lightly on her anal ring.

“Unnh! God! No! No… Please, no!”

Again he ignored her and licked again, teasing at her little ring of muscles with his wet, warm tongue. By now the girl was shivering with fearful tension and babbling incoherently, pleading, gasping and fighting to maintain the clenching of her anal ring that would prevent any intrusion. Her cries became louder and more profound as he pressed in, wriggling the tip of his wet worm of flesh harder down into her clamped ring. It quickly became a test of wills and resistance, her struggling to maintain the tension of her inner muscles and he drilling his wedged tongue harder into her ring to get inside. Push as he might she would not give, the clamped tension remained, denying him access to her private and obviously unexplored back passage.

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