“KAPHAT!” Ahmed spat out a nasty gob of chewed khat onto the floor of the squat. “Fuck!” he swore holding the upturned bottle of spirits and shaking it as if to double-check it was empty before hurling it angrily across the room. It smashed against the wall. Shards of broken glass rained on the terrified migrants huddled on the floor. “Ain’t you bastards got any more drink?”. They just stared back wide-eyed and scared of the raging Ethiopian with the big muscular build, crinkly aged features and scraggy beard. “Answer me you cunts!” He glared with his eyes wired with the stimulant. “You don’t understand a fucking word do you?” he raged. “You’re keen as sht to be smuggled into Europe yet you can’t speak the lingo!”

There was no point asking them for money because they were bonded slaves working off the cost of their shipment to The Moroccan. “Wankers!” he swore pulling himself to his feet then heading towards the door. “I’m going to get some more booze” he told them “and a white girl with a cute face, big tits and a f*ckable arse” then slammed the door. The morning light assaulted his eyes as hit the streets. He knew that he should wait until late afternoon when the mid-winter darkness would provide cover but he needed a drink. Besides, the small local supermarket was only a few streets away. Sticking another wad of khat in his mouth, he began chewing as he walked down the road.

“KAPHAT!” he spat out the tasteless lump onto the pavement before entering the supermarket. Passers-by looked disgusted but one look at his evil glare quelled any protest. Ahmed headed straight to the rear aisle where bottles of spirits sat on a high shelf like forbidden fruit alongside the dirty magazines. His eye ran over the titles “Female Bodybuilding” “Women and Strength” “Women’s Judo” “Mistress” He didn’t understand what the pervs saw in such trash. What sort of man got turned on by women that were stronger than him or could fight back? He looked along the row and his hand hovered near “Barely legal incorporating big jugs and gapes”

At that precise moment a couple of schoolgirls turned into the aisle. CRAP! Instinctively he pulled back his hand feeling his face flush making it obvious what he was reaching for. He fastened his attention to the bottles of alcohol praying that the brats would go away. But they didn’t. The girls, one brunette the other a golden blonde, kept staring at him silently trying to look tough and hard. In fact the blonde was very pretty with a small oval face, a sleek nose, luscious lips and clear blue eyes that could melt the heart of most men. Her hair was worn loose falling in soft waves caressing the sides of her face to tumble well past her shoulders. The brunette was a smouldering temptress with high cheekbones, seductive brown eyes enhanced with mascara and a pout that could stir a man’s loins. She wore her long hair high off the forehead. Both were teenagers in the later stages of school, around 5 foot 7 tall with lovely slim figures. One glance told him that they were normal working-class girls without the cultured sophisticated arrogance of daughters of the rich ruling elite. He appreciated how their tight white blouses stretched over nicely developing breasts as they thrust from their small waists like twin horizontal pyramids. The top button was undone with the striped school tie loose and untidily askew. Their smart blue blazers carrying the school badge seemed tailored to emphasise their hour-glasses figures. The navy pleated skirts were both cute and very short allowing Ahmed to lustfully get an eyeful of shapely long legs sheathed in sheer tan-coloured nylon. PHROAR! They had great legs and he loved how their heeled black shoes raised the heels to emphasise long sensual curvaceousness.

“Why don’t you take a photo you dirty old sod? then you can wank off to your heart’s content” the sultry brunette said giving him a hard look. With his ears burning, Ahmed didn’t say a word and turned his attention back to the drink watching from the corners of his eye as the leggy girls opened a refrigerated drinks cabinet. Their giggling drew his attention and saw them deliberately bend forwards really low to pick up some cans thrusting their small compact backsides in his direction. With a rising member his gaze was fixed upon the long nylon-sheathed legs. His heart began to beat faster as the lower parts of their buttocks came into view as the pleated skirts rose at the rear. He now had a full hard-on aroused by the sight of the skimpy thong knickers tightly moulded to their crotches beneath their pantyhose. Oh God! They were really begging for it! As far as he was concerned any girl dressed and acting provocatively like this was up for a good banging.

A burst of laughter from the girls with their eyes glancing in his direction made him look away irritated by their childish behaviour. He saw them whispering conspiratorially flashing him the odd glance before the pretty blonde approached him wide-eyed and smiling trying to look sweet and coy. “Get us a bottle mister” she said in a low voice. “Not unless you’ve got some money” he replied smarting after their silliness. “Oh come on, handsome. I’m sure we can think of some method of payment” purred the brunette seductively approaching and running a finger up his chest leaving an electric trail of goosebumps. Jeez these girls were both natural beauties and wanted it bad. Ahmed was more than happy to oblige when the voice of the Pakistani shop keeper cut in. “You two girls. I’ve told you before. Stop annoying my customers. Pay for those cans then get out of here” “Don’t even think about forgetting that bottle, old man or I’ll kick your arse and totally humiliate you in front of my friends” the blonde leaned in and hissed giving him a tough hard look that belied her pretty youthful face. Ahmed watched the backs of their long legs on display almost all the way to the bottom of their backsides coupled with the sensual swaying of their hips as the young harlots walked towards the till.

Sighing and dreaming wistfully about what could have been Ahmed selected some cheap and nasty Russian vodka that was probably 90% meths and followed suit. Leaving the shop he finds a group of schoolgirls hanging around outside the door but thinks nothing of it. Suddenly a leg sticks out and trips him. As he stumbles the bottle is snatched from his hand. “You’re drunk” comes a familiar voice. Looking up he sees the backsides of the two girls from the shop. With skirts hitched high they shove their small tight peaches towards him before smacking them twice sharply with their hands. “Thanks for the bottle, mister” the blonde giggles before they run away followed by a giggling gang of girls.

To say Ahmed was pissed was an understatement, leaping to his feet he gave chase as they ran down the street then turned into a side-alley. The alley was nothing more than a footpath between the sides of some buildings that led to the next street at the far end. Lounging around the middle of the alley were the group of girls. Delinquents by the look of them, he thought to himself. They saw him as he walked towards them but showed no fear or worry at his appearance. “Look it’s the old pussy that brought us our vodka” the blonde from the shop said. “Cheapskate! Go and buy us something better. This is knat’s pee” the sultry brunette demanded. “You stole my bottle now you will give me something in return” Ahmed demanded his eyes ravishing the girl’s slim shapely body and oh-so-long legs.

The sultry brunette spoke up, her brown eyes burrowing into his loins as her expression hardened. “Just turn around and walk away old man before you get hurt” He can’t take his eyes from her sexy nylon-clad legs or the slopes of her blossoming breasts. “You, what’s your name?” he asked. “Roxanne, not that it’s any of your business” “Don’t put out the red light” sang a pretty red-head until cut-off by a knife-like glare. Ahmed didn’t understand the reference. “Well Roxanne. I am a trained commando. I hurt guys for a living. You should be afraid of me. You will give me what I want” He said with his eyes focussing on her crotch area so that there was no mistake. A chorus of girly laughter wasn’t the response he expected. Roxanne faced him with a tough look. “Well mister tough guy. We ain’t whores so you can bugger off home with your horny tail between your legs” that caused more laughter directed at him. “We know your type. A dirty old man who wants sex with schoolgirls whether they want to or not. If you don’t leave us alone I’m going to so kick your ass you’ll be crying for your mummy” that received a tumultuous roar of approval.

Roxanne’s laugh became a gasp as the man lunged for her. As the big muscular brute looms over her, the teenaged schoolgirl shows no fear. Just as his large hands reach out to grab her, he is stopped in his tracks as she smashes her fist straight into his face. WHAP! He stops in amazement that the girl had the guts to punch him. WHAP! Her fist connects with his face again WHAP! and again! “Now look...” WHAP! she kept hitting him. WHAP! Ahmed stood there in shock that a girl would hit him WHAP! Her punches at first just an annoyance had begun to gain force increasing in power actually causing his head to jerk back. Irritated he tries to brush her right arm out of the way to stop her punching him only for her to throw up her forearm to block it and punch him with her left fist WHAP!. Grabbing the front of his shirt with one hand to hold him still, she continues to slam more punches into his face WHAP! “Stop it!” he shouts knocking her hand from his chest and giving her a glare that stopped most guys in their tracks. WHAP! still she punches him again and again pummelling his face with her small fist with increasing strength while girlish laughter mocks him. Her fresh face is hard in concentration as she throws punch after punch WHAP! He tries to move out of her way but she keeps following him gleefully slamming in her fist. WHAP! She might only be a girl and he a big mountain of a man but her punches are getting stronger and the cumulative effect is starting to take effect. WHAP! To make matters worse her impressive forward thrusting bust bounces around in a very distracting manner that proclaims her femininity. Angrily Ahmed begins to throw jabs intending to knock her down then take her but becomes increasingly frustrated as his punches hit nothing but thin air. The girl is quick and nimble with the pleats of her short skirt swirling around the top of her thighs as she easily avoids his fist making him look foolish as he swings his arms wildly to the amusement of the watching girls. He misses again only for her to pop up close while his arm is overextended to slam her fist into the side of his jaw like a sledge-hammer whipping his face hard to one side. BLAM! Before he can pull back his arm she ducks beneath and runs her hand across the front of his trousers in a long groping feel fondling his dick which stuns the man into inactivity before she runs behind him.

“Look at his face, it’s so embarrassed” the blonde points out to the amusement of her friends. Before he can fully turn around to confront her, the saucy brunette runs back. Putting out his hand to stop her he is surprised when she seizes his right wrist. With a sharp twist she rotates his forearm into a painful position and secures it with an excruciating wrist-lock. He is stunned, not knowing what to do as her other hand flies to his groin and begins stroking his dick through his trousers. “I may look sweet and innocent but you will soon realise that I can turn you into a moaning gibbering idiot as you wank yourself off in frustration of only being able to look but not touch my young fit body” she teased seductively as her firm fingers massage him stiff. For a moment, he just gives in and enjoys the sensation until he becomes aware that the giggling and guffaws of the watching girls has become a chant of humiliation as his erection grows. “Hard on! Hard on!”. “No! Stop!” he gasps as he battles with his emotions. He is in conflict not knowing whether to try to hit the girl to make her stop or enjoy her hand job. The girl is so hot with her fresh-faced looks, smouldering come-to-bed eyes and a figure he just wanted to pull into his arms and have a good feel. “Look he’s got a flipping boner already!” “I bet he doesn’t last 5 minutes before creaming his pants” “Hard on! Hard on”! His trouser tent-pole was getting so stiff that he wanted her to bring him off yet he knew that she was playing him. “Orrr you will not leave me wanting, girl. I will make sure you finish the job with your pussy” he growled in between pants of desire.