I will never forget my time in Bagdad, the crazy shit I did and experienced out there many people would never believe. But one night stood out above the rest, and this is the story of that Hardcore 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 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 BDSM I instinctually stepped behind a pillar and pulled 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 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 asstomouth 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 bizarre 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. One of the four I did know, Almna, she was very sweet. Almna had long flowing hair, round eyes and a pretty smile, she like ass all the other girls were young. Her caramel colored skin was smooth and soft to touch. She was sport a nice 32C breasts with small dark nipples. The twins were taking me closer to orgasm when one of the them spun around and dropped her pussy on my face so I could lick her while the other mounted my cock and proceeded to fuck me. I was in heaven. All of which are in the front row. Thea and Otmar turned and, hand in hand, drifted towards the altar. “Well, are you Hardcore cold?” I teased. Mmm, she's just so wet for you to fuck my pussy. Dakota sits to my right. My blouse was bizarre halfway undone, my breasts pressing against the bra. “BECKY! We agreed to meet during the day and see if we had somewhat of a connection. Ronda helps me pick out three cribs, three swings, and three strollers. She inspected it briefly, hefting it in her palm. It’s more than likely there are more iterations ass of what we know as ‘Corruption,’ but they’re too ancient to have been BDSM recorded.” She witnessed Mom writhing and moaning, taking those three, ebony dicks at once. God, he sucked on them for ages while we dry humped, and god…his mouth felt sooo good on my nipples. Just by the way her boobs bounced, he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. He swung the door open he motioned her in, “please sit”. His name is Jack Williams. It slipped down her arms to the floor. I also hear you ask for the love and pleasure that my slaves receive from me which is true but there is also some very unpleasant pain when necessary. I am going to get dressed, so let him in when he knocks,” Jessie said before removing the towel. After about ten cups of asstomouth water, I pour a cup for Violet and make my way to her. I’d already given him one just after he got here. You’ve got 2 options young lady, either we can call the police now or you can accept whatever punishment we chose to inflict on you. This domination. Mel strained and gasped as he fucked. He said it is going to be talked about for a long time.” She glanced behind her, but we were alone.