Raped by a RABZOUZ in the parking lot of my building

Video inspired by Thomas’s story:

One evening when I had to go to my night job, I went down to the parking lot to get my scooter and found myself face to face with a twenty-year-old Arab guy who was trying to steal my scooter.

When he saw me coming, he pretended to take a cigarette from his tracksuit pocket, and I asked him what he was doing. He told me he was looking at my scooter because he intended to buy an identical one.

Out of fear, I asked him to leave and I would forget what I saw, but he got angry and insulted me with a homophobic slur, and then he pulled his enormous cock out of his underwear. He took out a knife and told me to suck him. Afraid, I immediately started to suck him, and then he pulled down my pants and began to grope my ass, trying to insert a finger.

I decided to let him do it because he had a knife in his hand. I begged him to let me go because I really didn’t want to get fucked by this Arab guy, who, even though he was very handsome, was threatening me with his knife.

He told me straight up that if I let him fuck me, he would let me go without any problem. He turned my ass around and shoved his cock into my hole and started to fuck me without restraint. He fucked my ass raw and without a condom. I was in terrible pain, but he continued to plow my hole, holding my head so that I would arch my back properly.

The Arab guy started to moan and shot his cum in my ass, then pulled out and asked me to clean his cock with my tongue.

I told him I didn’t want to, and then he got angry and slapped me, so I decided to clean his cockhead with my tongue.

He started to cum again in my mouth, I had Arab cum in my ass and in my mouth, and then he asked me for money for the “service” he had provided. Of course, I refused, and he took a picture of me with his cell phone, saying that if I didn’t give him money, he would share the pictures with the people in the neighborhood…

I gave him 50 euros, and he deleted the pictures and ran off. Barely recovered from my emotions, I went back to my apartment to take a shower and called my job to tell them I was sick. I felt dirty and didn’t want to see anyone. I started going back to the parking lot cautiously, but I never saw my attacker again.