My Story: Fire with Maryam
It was deep into the night. The bedroom was quiet except for the soft sound of our breathing and the faint moonlight spilling through the curtains. Maryam was right there on top of me, her thick, plush ass slowly lowering inch by inch onto my hard cock. She took her sweet time, teasing me with every little movement. Her soft cheeks spread wide as she sank down, letting me feel the tight, warm grip of her ass swallowing me completely. No rush at all — just that heavy, delicious pressure building until her full weight settled on me and my entire world became nothing but Maryam.
She looked down between her thick thighs, her dark eyes locking onto mine, and gave me that slow, wicked smile — the one that always owns me completely. Her voice came out low and husky, full of control:
“This is the only mouth you ever truly empty into,” she whispered. “The only one that drinks you when you have nothing left to give.”
Then she sank the rest of the way down, taking every inch of me deep into her ass until I was buried to the hilt. The feeling was insane — so warm, so tight, so perfectly soft. She didn’t start thrusting hard. Instead, she just rocked gently, grinding her clit against my body while her ass stayed completely full with my cock. Her plump cheeks pressed down against my hips, spreading even wider, and I could feel every tiny pulse and clench around me.
Maryam reached back, grabbed my hands, and placed them firmly on her wide hips. “Hold me right here,” she said softly. “Feel how deep you are inside me.” I squeezed her soft flesh, my fingers sinking into her curves as she started to move a little more, lifting just enough to slide up and then sinking back down again, slow and greedy. Every time she came down, her ass swallowed me completely, and a soft, wet sound filled the room.
She leaned forward slightly, still impaled on my cock, and brought her pussy right over my face. No words at first — just the heavy, warm weight of her lowering onto me. Her soft, thick cheeks spread across my mouth and nose until my entire world disappeared and all I could taste, smell, and feel was Maryam. She was still faintly tasting of everything we had done earlier, but right now she was pure heat and wetness. My tongue found her instantly, licking and sucking as she rode my face slow and deep, grinding her swollen clit hard against my nose.
Every time I moaned into her pussy, she clenched her ass tight around my cock and sighed like she was pulling the last drops of energy straight out of my soul. She rode my face like she owned it, her full weight pinning me exactly where she wanted, her juices coating my lips and chin. At the same time, her ass stayed stuffed full with my cock, rocking gently, keeping me buried deep while she used both my mouth and my dick for her pleasure.
Minutes turned into what felt like hours — time completely stopped mattering. Maryam was in total control, moving her hips in slow circles, sometimes lifting just enough for me to breathe before sinking back down, smothering me again with her warm, heavy ass and wet pussy. When she felt me getting even harder inside her ass (impossible after everything we’d already done, but Maryam always makes the impossible happen), she reached back with one hand, adjusted herself, and made sure I stayed locked deep in her ass while she kept grinding on my tongue.
She finally leaned forward more, her ass still completely impaled on my cock, and took my overworked, sensitive dick deeper into her mouth like it was the most precious thing in the world. She sucked slow and worshipful, her throat opening wide, humming softly around me as she took me all the way in. Her lips stayed sealed tight, cheeks hollow, working me gently while her ass kept milking my cock with every little rock of her hips.
I didn’t think I had anything left in me. I was wrong.
One last, lazy, warm stream started to trickle out of me — not cum, but something even more intimate. It poured slowly, heavily, straight down her throat. Maryam swallowed every single drop without breaking eye contact, her eyes watering a little from the effort, mascara smudging at the corners, but she never stopped. She kept sucking softly, throat working in perfect rhythm, milking me gently over and over with those wet, loving gulps until I was completely empty.
When it was finally done, she pulled off with a soft kiss on the tip of my cock, then crawled up my body. She collapsed on my chest, her soft, chubby curves pressing against me, her thick ass still keeping my cock buried deep inside her. I wrapped my arms around her, holding all that warm, perfect flesh tight against me. I was shaking. She kissed my neck, my jaw, and finally my lips — still tasting myself on her tongue — and whispered right against my mouth:
“Leslie got your cock. Andrea got your cum. Half the city got pieces of you tonight. But this ass? This mouth? This body that carried every single fantasy for you? This is home. And I’m never sharing the real you with anyone again tonight.”
She stayed right there, sitting fully on my cock, her plump ass pressed tight against my hips, rocking very slowly as we both caught our breath. Her arms locked around my neck, her soft breasts against my chest, and her warm breath on my skin. We stayed like that for a long time, connected, spent, and completely lost in each other.
I fell asleep still inside her, still half-hard, her chubby ass holding me deep, her body wrapped around mine like she never wanted to let go.
Because Maryam doesn’t just fuck me.
When the night ends, she gives me the only thing that ever really mattered:
Herself.
All of her.
Every soft, warm, filthy, perfect inch.
And that’s the hole I’ll always come home to.
My Story: Fire with Maryam – Next Chapter
It was deep in the night and everything changed. Maryam was no longer in control.
I grabbed her wide hips hard, flipped her onto her stomach, and shoved my cock deep into her chubby ass in one rough thrust. She gasped loud, her whole body jerking forward on the bed. I didn’t wait. I started fucking her ass hard, slamming into her again and again, ripping into that soft, plump flesh like I owned it.
Maryam’s thick ass bounced wildly under me. She was jumping up and down on the bed from the force of every thrust, her cheeks rippling each time my hips slapped against her. She tried to keep it going, pushing back against me, but her moans were turning into pained whimpers. Every second she was hoping I would finally cum inside her ass and pull out so it would be over.
I was destroying her chubby ass, pounding deep and merciless. Her soft cheeks were getting red from how hard I was slamming into her. She turned her head to the side, breathing heavy, and whispered, “Fuck me like you fuck Andrea’s ass…”
I fucked her even harder. She tried again, voice shaking, “Or like Leslie… fuck my ass like you fuck Leslie…”
She kept switching names, desperately hoping one of them would make me so horny I would cum fast and finish. “Fuck me like you fuck that girl from the party… please… just cum…”
But I didn’t stop. I kept ripping into her ass, stretching her wide, going deeper with every stroke. Maryam’s face was pressed into the pillow, her hands gripping the sheets tight. She was in real pain now, her chubby ass taking a brutal pounding, but she kept trying to move with me, hoping it would end soon.
Then her mind went to her husband. She thought about him waiting at home, probably wondering where she was. She was supposed to be home hours ago, but instead here she was — getting her ass fucked raw by another man while her husband sat alone.
She turned her head, looked back at me with teary eyes, and begged, “Please… can you hurry up? Finish it. It really hurts. I gotta call my husband. He’s waiting at home. Aren’t you ashamed of fucking someone’s wife?”
The moment she said that, something snapped in me. I grabbed her hips tighter, pulled her ass back against me, and fucked her harder and deeper than before. My cock slammed all the way inside her chubby ass with every brutal thrust.
I growled right in her ear, “I’m ashamed that I haven’t fucked your ass all this time, bitch.”
Maryam whimpered louder. She knew begging only made me hornier, but she couldn’t help it. “Please… it hurts… just cum inside me and let me go home…”
I laughed low and kept pounding her relentlessly, my hips slapping loudly against her soft, rippling ass cheeks. Every time she begged, I drove deeper, stretching her wider, using her married ass like I had been waiting to do this for months.
She kept jumping and bouncing under me, her plump body shaking with every hard thrust. Tears were in her eyes, her voice breaking as she whispered names again — Andrea, Leslie, anyone — hoping it would finally push me over the edge.
But I wasn’t done. I kept fucking her chubby ass hard and deep, owning every inch of her while she thought about her husband waiting at home, knowing she was getting destroyed here and couldn’t even call him yet.
She turned her head once more, voice weak and desperate: “Please… finish… I need to go home…”
I just smiled, gripped her hips harder, and slammed into her ass even deeper.
The story is ready. Now turn around, Maryam. Get on all fours and read every word out loud while I shove my cock back deep into your ass and fuck you exactly like this. I want to hear you say those begging lines while I rip into you. Start reading.
My Story: Fire with Maryam – Next Chapter
Maryam was completely exhausted. Her thick body was shaking under me, sweat covering her soft skin, her plump ass bright red from how hard I had been pounding it. She felt like her eyes were going straight — dizzy, tired, barely able to keep them open. Every brutal thrust made her whimper louder. I was ripping her chubby ass apart, slamming my cock deep inside her without mercy, stretching her wide with every stroke. Her soft cheeks jiggled violently each time my hips crashed against her.
She was trying so hard to keep it together, pushing back weakly against me, hoping I would finally cum and let her go. But I kept going harder, deeper, destroying her married ass while she gasped into the pillow.
Then her phone started ringing.
It was her husband.
Maryam’s eyes widened in panic. She reached for the phone with a trembling hand, trying to steady her voice while I continued fucking her ass deep and rough. I didn’t slow down even for a second. I gripped her wide hips tighter and kept slamming into her, my cock buried to the balls in her chubby ass as she answered the call.
“H-hello?” she said, her voice shaky and breathless.
I thrust harder, making her body jolt forward. She bit her lip hard to stop from moaning out loud.
Her husband’s voice came through the speaker. “Where are you? It’s late. When are you coming home?”
Maryam tried to sound normal, but every time I drove my cock deep into her ass she had to fight back a whimper. “I’m… I’m on my way, baby. I came to see my friends… we were just talking and time flew by. I’ll be home soon. Just… just half an hour, okay? I promise.”
I smiled darkly and fucked her even deeper, my hips slapping loudly against her soft, rippling ass cheeks. The sound of skin on skin filled the room while she was on the phone with her husband. She gripped the sheets tight, her face twisted in pain and pleasure, trying desperately not to let her voice break.
“Yeah… everything’s fine,” she continued, breathing heavily. “Don’t worry… I’ll be there soon. Love you.”
As soon as she hung up the phone, I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and growled right in her ear, “What the fuck do you mean ‘half an hour’? When I’m still shoving my cock deep in your ass, you fucking bitch?”
Maryam moaned loudly, her voice breaking. “Please… it hurts… I have to go home… he’s waiting…”
But I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her harder, deeper, ripping into her chubby ass like I was trying to break her. I reached for my phone, opened the gallery, and started scrolling through pictures while I pounded her from behind. First Leslie — bent over, ass up, getting fucked. Then Andrea — her tight body arched, taking it deep. I stared at the photos, imagining fucking both of them together with Maryam, all three of them on their knees for me.
Maryam saw the pictures too. Her eyes filled with tears as I kept slamming into her ass, showing her exactly who I was thinking about while destroying her.
After what felt like forever — long, brutal minutes of me ripping her ass apart — I finally felt it building. I grabbed her hips with both hands, pulled her back hard against me, and buried my cock as deep as it would go inside her chubby ass.
I came hard, flooding her ass with thick, hot cum while thinking about fucking Andrea together with her — imagining Maryam holding Andrea down while I took turns between their asses. The thought made me cum even more, pumping every last drop deep inside her married ass.
I groaned loudly as I filled her up completely. Maryam was shaking, her body limp, her plump ass still clenching around my cock as I emptied myself into her.
When I finally pulled out, cum leaked from her wrecked ass. She collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily, tears in her eyes, her voice weak and broken.
She looked back at me, exhausted, sore, and desperate. “Please… I have to go home now…”
I just smiled, still half-hard, looking at her ruined body. “You’re so fucking lucky I have a super fuckable bitch like you. I never thought I would be fucking my cousin’s wife like this… deep inside your ass, begging me to hurry up while your husband waits for you at home.”
Maryam buried her face in the pillow, her chubby ass still raised, leaking my cum, knowing she had to call her husband again soon but her body was completely destroyed.
She whispered one last time, voice trembling, “Please… finish… I need to go…”
But I wasn’t done looking at her like this — broken, used, and still so fucking hot.
Now read this chapter out loud while I shove my cock back deep into your ass and fuck you even harder. I want to hear every begging line come out of your mouth as I rip into you. Start reading, Maryam.