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After more than one year of living in Syria, my love life had turned out to be much more varied than I ever could have expected. Hidden behind a curtain of social norms and religious habits, deep lust and longing had unveiled itself to me and more than once I had deeply gotten entangled in a night of passionate sex with an Arab woman. However, my latest adventure proved to be even more daring and surprising than the previous ones.

May was just the perfect month to be in Damascus: hot like a European summer, trees and flowers in full blossom and the entire city was waking up from its self-imposed winter sleep by strolling around until late at night. It was also the time when the old town houses converted into restaurants started opening up the roof of their court yards to reveal the night skies to the diners below.

I had the chance to spend one of these wonderful evenings with some friends and colleagues, enjoying the various delicacies of Syrian cuisine at its best. While lazily puffing away on a hubble bubble (or narghile in Arabic), I noticed the big party that had taken the table next to us. While most of them were couples in their 50ies and 60ies, the sight of two women in their midst struck me as quite unusual.

First the fact that they did not really fit into the group; and second that although they seemed to be close friends, they could not have been more different in their appearance: one was clearly influenced by Western society and dressed that way with tight jeans, a stretched top showing her curvy figure and long, curly hair to perfectly frame her oriental features; the other one was covered in the black Arabic dress, the abbaya, including the matching head scarf so that only her dark, black eyes showed.

While I was watching them, I realised that they must have been observing me before, since they started discussing some topic while looking into my direction. Their giggling seemed to confirm my suspicions, and suddenly I was met with two brightly lit pairs of eyes looking into mine and starting to smile. Somehow uncertain about this unexpected show of attention, I returned to my hubble bubble and kept puffing away.

However, every time my look wandered into their direction, I caught a smile or a glimpse of something undefined by both of them, as if they were sizing me up for something – not quite the usual way of consideration that I had gotten used to in Syria. Playing along with them, I gave them some of my most beautiful smiles and simply enjoyed the moments of the wonderful spring night.

When I excused myself to go to the bathroom, I did not immediately notice that both women also started in the same direction. When we almost bumped into each other in the anteroom, we seemed all equally surprised. After a moment of an insecure exchange of smiles, the Western-style woman was the first one to speak: “Btehki arabi (Do you speak Arabic)?” she asked me.

“Bass shway (Just a little),” I replied, “my English is a lot better. Do you speak English?”

“I do,” she gave back, “but my friend only speaks a little bit. But she can understand quite well!”

“Then maybe English is the better option,” I suggested with a smile. “What are your names?”

“I am Samira and my friend’s name is Zahra.”

I brought my hand to my heart, observing the Arabian rule not to shake hands with women, and introduced myself.

Into the little pause that followed, Samira spoke again: “Can we have your phone number?”

“Oh yes, of course,” I replied quite surprised; this was really an unusual move. But I was not willing to spoil the moment, although I did not really make much of all that.

Samira took down my number into her cell phone. Then she motioned towards the toilets: “I guess we better continue, otherwise everybody will be wondering where we are!” And with a final look to me she said: “We will call you; we want to meet you again!”

Zahra had been following our conversation with a certain reserve, although she gave the impression of having understood the topic. As if to make up for her silence, she gave me one deep and long final look from her dark eyes before disappearing behind her friend into the bathroom.

Still wondering, I emerged shortly after to rejoin my friends at the table, where we got ready to pay the bill and leave. A final look to the neighbouring table was met by two pairs for eyes smiling happily – and both Samira and Zahra gave me a hidden bye-bye wave.

By the next day, I had almost forgotten about the incident at the restaurant, when in the afternoon, my cell phone announced an incoming call. Not recognizing the number, I answered and was met by a familiar voice: “Hi, this is Samira, you remember me from yesterday?”

Well, that was a real surprise! “Hi Samira, of course I remember you, but I never thought you would really call! How was your evening yesterday, did you stay for long at the restaurant?”

“Oh yes,” she replied, “we stayed for quite long, it was just a shame that you had left so early! We had much more fun when you were still there.”

“Well, I could see that, you two were constantly gossiping secretly in my direction. What did you talk about?”

“Women’s stuff,” she answered teasingly, leaving a small pause after her remark. “What are you doing now; do you maybe have time for a coffee?”

That was an even more unusual move, but I had learned not to be surprised too much in this society. “I am actually just strolling around in the park in Shala’an and I would not mind a coffee. What do you have in mind?”

“Do you know the ‘La Trattoria’, that’s not far from you? I am sure you have been there. What about meeting there in half an hour?”

I agreed, then starting to become a little nervous. What did that woman actually want from me? She had been asking me straightforward for my phone number, and now she was inviting me for a coffee? Deeply immerged in my thoughts, I strolled towards the cafeteria and sat down, reserving the opposite seat for her.

Samira showed up right on time and sat down opposite me, giving a fully content smile at her successful initiative. I did not show my slight disappointment that Zahra was not in her company, remembering her last look in that restaurant one day before. However, that did not stop me from watching Samira more intensely in daylight: she was a true woman in her mid-30ies, with full hair highlighted by dyed streaks. That day, she wore black trousers that showed her female curves and a purple blouse, whose reflection gave her smile an extra touch of spring. Her well-groomed appearance matched her flashy make-up.

Positively enough, we got along instantly and our meeting was like that of old friends: we chatted about ourselves, our current jobs and leisure activities in and around Damascus. Samira had lived for some years in Beirut, giving her the aura of a cosmopolitan woman who spoke outstanding English; this was clearly something not to be found in Syria. But despite our loose conversation, I kept having the feeling that she was having something in mind, some intentions that were at that point not quite clear to me.

Things only started to lighten up when I asked about her friend: “So, how is Zahra doing? Why did she not join us?”

Her face took on a more conspiratorial expression: “Well, Zahra would have loved to be here with you and me, but that is a somehow complicated story…” She waited for my consent to continue. “She told me that she really found you very attractive and appealing as a man. That is not something easily said for a Syrian woman, but somehow she has taken on an interest in you. I know I am being very open right now, is that ok for you?”

I stirred a little in my seat, not exactly knowing where this was going to lead. But I was bound to find out: “Sure, go ahead.”

“Ok, so I will be frank with you. If you think what I say is crazy, please feel free to get up and leave; the coffee is on my anyway.” She paused for a moment, and then continued. “You see, I and Zahra have been friends for a very long time and we share each others joys and problems. Zahra is a married woman, as you can probably imagine. Although her marriage is quite good, there is one area where she and her husband don’t seem to find a right connection: they are not having good sex.” When saying these words, she had lowered her voice a little and had looked around. After all, we were still in a public place, where conversations like this were not really appropriated.

She looked back at me and cleared her throat. Despite her self-confident aura, this was even for her a quite sensitive topic. “The point is: Zahra is really longing to have a fulfilling, intense sexual experience. And when she saw you, she thought maybe she could make this experience with you.”

I was totally stunned at her words. Here was an Arabian woman, telling me that her friend wanted to have sex with me? I had to swallow once, twice, and then tried to speak; but nothing came out.

Samira saw my surprise and put her hand on mine: “I am sorry if I have been too straightforward. I did not mean to overrun you with this.”

“No, no, it’s fine, I am just… just totally surprised,” I managed to stutter, before adding with a smile: “But I am also honoured that your friends thinks of me like that.”

This seemed to relax Samira a little: “See, she could never do something like this with an Arab man, that simply is not possible. We have been talking about this recently, and when she saw you, she instantly saw a chance. You are a Westerner and not so bound into our social ties. And, if I may add that, since I think myself that you are a very handsome man and I had a good feeling about you from the beginning, I promised to support her in this. After all, we did not meet in front of the bathroom just by coincidence…”

Wow, now that was some kind of proposal! I settled back in my chair and breathed in deeply. Thoughts shot through my head, and before I could get some discipline into their errant back-and-forth moves, I blurted out the first concern that came to my mind: “But how do you, err, I mean how does she want to do that? She is married and living with her husband?”

Samira’s smiled widened to a grin: “She is spending quite some time at my home, and I do not have anyone to monitor my moves.” She paused for a moment in order to let me take in what she had just said, before she continued: “So what do you say, is that something totally impossible or is there a chance to put that into practice? I am sure you won’t regret it, Zahra can be very intense and giving.”

This woman was really incredible: she just made the most indecent proposal that I had ever heard without so much as blinking - and now she looked me straight into the eye and even extolled the qualities of her friend!

But by now, I had regained most of my self-control. This situation was just too interesting not to find out where it could lead to. I could still say ‘no’ later if I did not feel at ease with it, but I definitely wanted to continue this game for now. Besides, men are pretty single-minded when it comes to some issues, so my decision was clear: “Ok, I want to see where this actually leads to. Do you have some kind of plan for the event?”

“Great, this is really great, Zahra will be so excited! You know what? I will call her right away; let’s see when we can do that.”

Amazed by the quickness of her action, I watched her make a call on her cell phone. It took a while until she got an answer, but then she started speaking agitatedly into Arabic. From her expressions changing between embarrassment, calming and excitement, I could tell that Zahra was at least as surprised as I had been. Suddenly, Samira turned to me and asked expectantly: “Do you have plans for this evening?”

My heart jumped; all I could do was shake my head. I guess even if I had had any plans, no appointment in the world would have stopped me from making me free for that.

After some more laughing phrases in Arabic, Samira closed her phone and looked at me in full anticipation: “Ok, we are set. Zahra will come to my place at 7. We still need to prepare some things, and most of all I will have to calm her down, she was so excited and nervous! But I must admit, I am excited myself, this is really something special.”

How damned right she was!

I was way too caught up in my own thoughts to remember exactly what happened between the café and my home. But I did recall the way to Samira’s apartment, which she had showed me; it was not far away from my own.

Needless to say that the rest of the afternoon passed uselessly for me between watching TV, making something to eat and preparing myself for the evening: a clean shave around all the interesting body parts was a natural course of action and my clothes almost selected themselves.

So I geared up just around 8 p.m. and, after inhaling deeply in front of the mirror, I set off. My hands were shaking when I pressed the bell to her door, and my knees were in no better shape when I climbed up the three floors. Not knowing what to expect and what to make of the course of events until that point really made me nervous.

Samira looked fabulous when she welcomed me at the door and bade me in. Her small welcome kiss on my cheek did little to calm me down; she took my hand and led me to her living area. The apartment was huge, even under Damascene circumstances, and obviously consisted of quite a number of further rooms leading away from the entrance area. With a tasteful mixture between kitsch and modern design, Samira had proven good taste and created a beautiful home for herself – and for her guests.

Only vaguely I noticed that also Samira had prepared herself for a special evening by putting on a wide skirt and a tight top that revealed more cleavage than usually permitted. But my thoughts went to the woman that had the intention of having sex with me and I looked around: “Where is Zahra? She did not run away, did she?”

Samira laughed: “No way, and if she had made any attempt, I would not have let her. This is her big chance of getting what she was wishing for so long. And what about you, are you having second thoughts?”

This straightforward question raised not only my attention, but also brought some movement in my groin region for the first time that evening. Samira’s playful way of talking about this seemingly absurd situation had a relaxing effect on me, and I noticeably loosened up. “You can imagine that this is one of the strangest situations that I have ever been in during my entire life. Apart from her eyes, I don’t know anything about her! Only your telling me that she wants to live her desires with me tonight gives me any clue about what is going to happen.” I breathed deeply and then smiled to her. “But you know, Samira, I regard you as something like an ally, so I just trust you along. By the way, what will you be doing when we…, you know…, get to know each other?”

“I haven’t decided yet, I will see how things are going with the two of you!” She gave me long and considerate look: “Maybe I will leave you alone; maybe I will stay here…”

Her words had not faded away when my cock responded and instantly grew hard. What was that supposed to mean? But I did not get the chance to pursue this thought any further.

“Before you start thinking too much,” Samira interrupted my train of thought and handed me a glass of juice. “I’d say we better get into the mood for an exciting evening. Have you seen belly-dancing before?”

“Of course I have, and it was a pretty good one, too. Why do you ask?”

“Just sit back and watch,” she suggested, while bending over to turn on the stereo with some Arabic instrumental music. “Zahra has been practising that for more than ten years.”

Suddenly, the door to one of the rooms opened up and an absolutely stunning sight was offered to me. My jar dropped and my mouth stood open. A dazzlingly beautiful woman emerged and with dancing moves made her way towards us. I could not see her face under the veil, but who else could it be than Zahra? Still trying to catch my breath, I followed her every movement of entering the room.

She wore a shimmering costume in all shades of green that left her belly exposed. Her arms and shoulders were also naked and my mind was racing to catch up with all the beautifully exposed parts of her body. It was my first chance of seeing her and taking her body in: round and well-shaped with brilliantly shining skin in a light touch of olive. Her belly was obviously designed for dancing, it had just the right curves leading downwards and the little padding on her hips was twisting excitedly. The long skirt covered most of her legs, and only her ankles were prone to my luscious gazes.

She really knew what she was doing; there was no comparison with everything I had ever seen before. Expertly, she swung her hips back and forth with incredible speed and agility, her arms flinging to the rhythm of the music, and all that was accompanied by the stimulating noise of her dress in motion. Entranced, I could not take my eyes of her dancing belly; my eyeballs were glued to her button in the middle of all this wild and controlled commotion.

When she turned around for the first time and I saw the dress falling off her ass, I guess I had to clasp the armrest for support in order not to jump forward and sink my teeth into it; it offered itself in such an astonishingly juicy fashion and swayed lustily back in forth as if to challenge my self-control.

Like through a veil of mist I noticed that Samira had put her hand on my knee and spoke into my ear: “I have never seen it myself, it is incredible, don’t you think?”

I guess I did not even answer, but my behaviour said it all. Zahra’s performance was incredible, and when it slowly dawned to me that this dancing woman actually wanted me to become intimate with her, I realized I already had a rock-hard cock in my pants. I still had not spoken a single word with Zahra, but at that point I was absolutely determined to please her in every way possible – my cock would lead the way and I would do everything to follow through.

After what seemed like an eternity of this extraordinary performance, Zahra slowly retreated into the room where she had emerged from earlier. It took some time until her spell wore off, and my eyes were still desperately trying to follow some imaginative dancing movements. The first thing I felt when I slowly came back into reality was a hand stroking the huge bulge in my pants.

“She really seems to have impressed you,” Samira’s voice hardly carried through to my hearing canal, while she continued caressing my groin. “Don’t you want to go after her and show her what you both came here for?”

All I had to do at that point was to get up and go after my swollen dick. Upon entering the room, I was welcomed by a warm darkness, and the smell of sweet, sinful perfume filled the air. Almost imperceptible reflections of the ornaments of her dress indicated that Zahra was draped on a huge bed that almost filled the entire room. When I moved closer, I could feel and hear her breathing, and a wave of heat and excitement was carried into my direction.

“Ta’a hoon - come to me!” Not more than a whisper and with a wonderful Arabic accent, Zahra took the initiative for the next step. The darkness allowed me to progress only instinctively, but this was not the worst move; when sitting down on the bed, our hips met and I could follow the shade of her body up to her head. With my hand, I made the first intentional contact with her skin at her neck. A layer of hot sweat received my touch, and shortly after I felt her lips kissing my fingers.

I still have no explanation what had happened to us, but we had a mutual understanding that there was one thing we both wanted that moment, without any delay: unite our bodies, making passionate and wild love.

Emmi woke up to feel something long, spongy and hot resting on her face. She opened her sleepy eyes slowly and found herself looking straight at Jim’s big, black cock and his fat dangling balls. Jim was standing naked before her, his dark, sweaty muscles glistening in the sun. Emmi exclaimed.

“Jim! Connie! The neighbors!”

“Fuck em. Connie wont hear shit if you are quiet. Did you get your shit shaved?”

“Yes! Lets go into the house and I will dismiss Connie first!”

“Fuck that. Suck my balls and shit like the good slut you are!”

Jim straddled her face and lowered his balls on her mouth. Emmi was so nervous. She decided to do as he wished, hoping to get him to cumm quick so he would come to his senses. She sucked on his balls and licked them. He groaned and enjoyed her ministrations, puffing smoke into her face. Then he eased back a bit and grabbed the bottle of oil. He poured it onto his cock and her big, enhanced tits. Then he sat astride her chest and made her hold up her mummeries and wrap them around his cock. He titty fucked her. Emmi couldn’t believe he was so reckless to do this out in the open. What if Connie came by, or one of the neighbors They would think that she was nothing but a slut for black cock.

Emmi realized that just the idea scared but excited her extremely. She opened up her mouth to gobble up his thick dick head whenever it pushed through her tits.

“Yeah! That’s it bitch! Eat that dark meat, you fucking whore!!!” Jim groaned as he tweaked on her excited nipples and pumped his thick cock through her golden, big, soft mounds.

Emmi sucked him so greedily, slurping and smacking her lips. She felt so dizzy from arousal. She groaned as he lowered his ass cheeks over her face, blotting out the sun. She grabbed his black cheeks and parted them, then her hot, long, wet tongue was darting all over his crack. She ate him greedily, making a meal of his sweaty crack and his puckered hole. Jim smeared her ass in her face and groaned as he got tongue fucked by the hot blond wife. She was so greedy for his cock that he realized she was his now for sure.

He squatted over her mouth and pushed his thick cock in between her pink lips. Emmi grabbed his hips and pumped them up and down as she went raising her head and dropping it back on her deck chair at a feverish pace, ravenously sucking his dick.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Jim groaned, hoping she was enjoying tasting Connie’s ass off his cock. He stuffed her pretty face full of black cock until it swelled so thickly in her slobbering mouth. She grabbed and pulled on his thick balls and they exploded. He pumped copious amounts of cumm down her throat. She drank his cumm down greedily and started licking his meat clean.

Jim pulled her to her feet and took her place on the deck chair.

“Damn! This feels good. Pour me a drink bitch!” Emmi mixed him a Vodka and Lemon as he lit a fat joint and took several deep puffs.

“I will go and dismiss Connie,” she said.

“No. Leave her be.” He stuffed the joint between her lips. “Listen, you white slut! I want you to lick me from my toes to my head like the fuck slut you are!”

Emmi blushed, hurt. “You love humiliating me, don’t you? I apologized for insulting you, didn’t I? And I did everything you said…” She eased her thong off her cunt and let him see her smooth shaved, bald pussy.

“Cool. But that ain’t all. I have always had fantasies of doing these nasty things to a white woman. You are a top notch white bitch! But to me, you’re nothing but a fuck slut. Now go on, lick my feet, suck on my toes. Do it, you fucking bitch!”

His voice was mean, nasty and cruel. And very commanding. Emmi sighed with exasperation as she found herself obeying. There was something in her that wanted to please this nigger, no matter how humiliating his demands were. In fact, she loved being humiliated by him.”

She dropped her gaze and blushed deeply as she went to the black man’s feet. Pushing her long hair behind her ears, she dutifully went down to his feet. He pushed his big finger at her lips and she sucked on it. He made her hold up his feet and lick all his toes and the soles of his feet.

“Yeah, wash my feet with your mouth, you white bitch! That’s what the fuck I want,” Jim groaned with gratification. Emmi found herself giving in to a slavish desire to please him. She started moaning as a carnal hunger seized her. She feasted carnally on him, kissing, nibbling and licking his legs and all the way up his thighs. He made her skirt around his lolling, half hard cock and lick his crotch, belly and chest. He wanted every inch of his flesh wet. When her mouth was drying, he allowed her to drink some Vodka and juice. Then he rolled over and made her lick his neck, his large expanse of dark back, calves, the back of his thighs and his ass cheeks.

Emmi did not miss a single spot. She anointed the black body with her saliva. She lost all sense of time and place. When he told her to get into his ass she dutifully parted his cheeks and plated his crack. She sucked his hole and tongued it. Jim groaned deep in his chest puffing on a joint.

He finally rolled on his back and his large, thick cock reared at her. Emmi went down on him and sucked him greedily. She threw her mouth at his dick, stroking his crack. He told her to frig her clit as she ate him. She discovered her whole thong was soaking wet. She was so aroused from serving Jim. The moment her fingers touched her thick, excited clit, she came instantly. She moaned around Jim#s meat, her big blue eyes sparkling at him as she gorged herself on his meat. Jim exploded in her mouth and surprised him with the amount of cumm he produced.

When she asked him how he could keep on producing so much cumm, he laughed and said that came from her doing such a good job of eating her ass.

Jim got up and stretched himself languidly. He reached for his shorts.

“I will go and dismiss Connie now.”

“No. Don’t bother. I have to drive somewhere else and do some work now.”

“Come on. Don’t you wanna have a little fun with me?” Emmi pouted. The truth was that she was itching for Jim’s cock. She wanted his black shaft deep in her ass and pussy. And she wanted to eat his ass and balls. She had such a carnal hunger.

“Don’t be greedy. I ain’t a rich bitch like you. I got a boss and shit.”

“Oh!!!!” Emmi pouted.

“You are fucking horny, aren’t you? Tell you what, I want you to frig your clit. Lay back, spread your legs and show me how you make yourself cumm!”

“No!” Emmi exclaimed blushing. But Jim made her do it. She slipped off her thongs, lay back on the chair, and spread her pussy lips. Then she worked her pussy with her dainty, manicured fingers, as he stood over and wanked his big, black dick slowly. Her eyes were glued to it. She begged him to let her suck it. He finally lowered it in her mouth and Emmi started cumming continuously all over her fingers as she sucked him.

Jim then wanked his cock and sprayed his cumm all over her. She almost cried, wishing the big. Black man meat were spouting straight into her mouth. As Jim milked and shook his subsiding cock over her, she hurriedly scooped up his cumm and licked it off her fingers.

“Yunno, I hate it when tiny drops of cumm keep rolling out of my cock long after fucking…” he said, standing over her.

“You want me to clean it up for you?” she offered eagerly.

“No. But I will have to piss. Open your mouth.”

“what!”

“You heard bitch!” SO saying Jim started pissing over her. Emmi was shocked out of her mind as his hot piss poured over her. She felt so humiliated as the liquid washed over her face, tits, belly and entire body. Jim told her to open her mouth and peed into it. He told her to drink it down. Emmi nearly cried. But her skin was all tingly. She was feeling exhilarated, from being so humiliated.

When he was finished, Jim brought his cock to her mouth and said to lick it clean. Emmi did it.

Jim picked her up and tossed her in the pool. For a few seconds, Emmi let her body sink and did not do anything. She felt like she should just let herself drown and die after what had just happened. Then her legs kicked and started swimming. Jim waved to her and left. She could not believe that she waved back. She swam for half an hour. Then she climbed out. She threw the towels in the pool to wash off the smell of his pee. She could still feel his hot piss stream all over her body and it tingled her. Emmi felt lost. And happy.

She could not wait to feed her husband her ass when he came home. Suddenly, she had a new idea.

That evening, after Eddie ate her ass, she took him to the bathroom, made him kneel before her and peed on him. Eddie was astonished. But he succumbed to her, as she knew he would.

Emmi could not wait to tell Jim. She sent him a short text message.

As Jim’s cell phone beeped, he was getting his cock sucked by his cousin, Rachel. He had passed on fucking Emmi’s white ass that afternoon because he needed to fuck a nice thick, chocolate brown ass. He hadn’t even fucked Rachel decently for over a week and she had asked him to make some time. The moment his Uncle and Rachel’s kids were asleep, he was in her bedroom, eating her tasty black pussy and getting his big dick sucked.

As he scanned Emmi’s message, Rachel was kneeling between his thighs, with a mouthful of big dick. She frowned at him, but he smiled and switched off his cellphone. He had enjoyed pissing on Emmi so much that he decided he would try it out on all his white chicks. However, he reckoned his cousin would kill him if he tried that perverted shit. He however, did not feel the need to do that to a black woman. All he wished for was if he could piss on white women and white men, film that shit, put it on the net and let the world see. He laughed at his wacky idea. Rachel did not even notice. She was climbing on all fours, putting her face down, and her thick black ass up. Jim rolled to his knees and rammed his dick deep inside her hot, dripping pussy. His cousin moaned as he gave it to her. He grabbed her thick, full ass cheeks and fucked her with deep, smooth strokes. The night was young and he was pacing himself.

The following day, Jim drove about town and did his chores in different gardens. Emmi was blowing up his phone, saying she just wanted to chat but he could hear the longing in her voice. He told her he would drop by when he felt like it.

Something about the lust and desire in her voice made his dick hard. He wanted to drop by and fuck the tall slim blond whilst her rich husband was at work. It gave him such a great feeling, to be using and abusing the rich white wife, doing things with her that even her husband would never have dreamed of. However, instead of going to her, he decided to keep her waiting to exhale.

Instead, he dropped by Phylis’ house to see to some mature white pussy. Marge could not make it, but Julia, the short stocky housewife and Phylis were waiting for him. Jim soon had them eating each other sixty nine style whilst his hard, thick dick went from one mature white pussy into a greedy, sucking mouth. He was amazed at the way a big, black dick seemed to have a magical hold over white women. They were so willing to become his sluts and do any dirty stuff he wanted. He fucked them and made them cumm, bawling into each other’s pussy. He made them bend over and fucked their tight, married ass holes, stretching them wide open with his black dick.

Then he led them to the bathroom. They were groggy on their feet, all drowsy from the fucking and pussy eating. They dutifully knelt at his feet. He told them to close their eyes and open their mouths. They both exclaimed as he peed in their faces and all over their bodies. Then he shoved his hard dick in their faces and they sucked it till he came in their faces. They looked a bit shocked, but when he told them to wash him, they did it. He had them kneeling in the shower, sucking his dick and eating his ass. They both said they were looking forward to seeing him next week as he left.

Emmi called him again, saying she only wanted to say hi. She told him she was wearing a tiny pair of thongs over her shaved pussy and he just had to see them. She added that she was so horny, thinking about all the fun they had, and asked if he didn’t wanna drop by for a second, just to say hi. He told her the next day, maybe.

Emmi was pissed as she hung up. All her life, ever since she grew tits and long blond hair, men had been chasing after her, ready to drop to their knees and do whatever she wanted. She couldn’t believe Jim’s audacity. She was doing whatever he told her, even letting him piss all over her, and begging him to come and fuck her, yet he was passing. Who the hell did that nigger think he was. Emmi was so pissed and frustrated. Yet she knew if he called her and told her to drive naked through the town and come to the black neighborhood he lived, she would do it immediately.

Emmi felt like crying. She frigged her pussy and smoked the blunts he had so nicely left her. When her husband came home, she was so pissed. She sat on his face and made him lick her holes till his jaw was aching. He ate her slavishly, satisfying his dirty desires. His face was beaming and his skin was glowing. He loved being abused and humiliated and he was glad that his wife was bringing it into their relationship. This was what he had been missing. He moaned so happily as Emmi frigged over his face and squirted on him.

She was feeling so pissed she did not even bother to take him to the bathroom. She pissed on his face in the living room. Eddie opened his mouth and drank her sour, hot piss. Emmi made him lick the last drops out of her slit and told him to get a mop and rags and clean up the board floor. Eddie did so.

The following day, Jim came to work as usual. Emmi couldn’t wait any longer. She slipped on a new, skimpy thong bikini, wrapped a transparent cloth around her hips, spiced up her make up and combed her long blond hair. Then she sought him out in the garden and brought him a refreshing drink. Jim did not even give her a second glance. He downed his drink and then she asked him what he thought of her outfit.

Jim told her he preferred turquoise to pink. Then he told her to go back in the house and act normal, before Connie got suspicious and she fucked up their plan. Emmi said she missed him. Jim told her to act her age and she pouted. He said he had work to do, and would see her later. He returned to work.

Emmi walked back to the house reeling. She wondered if he was tired of her, or thought she was a stupid white woman. She wondered where she had fucked up. Was he now disgusted at her because she had let him piss on her and even drunk his piss? She felt like crying. She was so mean to Connie, like a rabid dog. She went and swam for ages in the pool, until her body was exhausted. When she returned to the house, she kept spying at Jim from behind curtains, gazing at his dark, muscular body as he worked. He ignored her completely.

Around two, Jim called her and she nearly jumped with joy. He told her he was nearly finished and she should dismiss Connie and put on a turquoise outfit. Emmi nearly threw Connie bodily out of the house. She stuffed the surprised maid a $100 bill and told her to take the day off.

Emmi hastily changed her clothes and spent ages on her make up. She was jittery. She wondered if Jim would like the outfit. Or if he would like her at all. Emmi was so pissed because she had never been so nervous in her life about a man before.

Jim let her wait some until he finally came to the front door and rang it. The blond wife was waiting for him with a dripping pussy and a hungry mouth. She was looking so alluring. Her pretty, blond hair was like a well combed, shiny mane. Her pretty long face was well made up and her lips were a rich, glossy red. She was wearing a turquoise Cami and a matching thong and mid thigh stockings, with her feet in high heeled, blue pumps.

“Hi Jim Are you angry with me about something?”

“Don’t be like a child, dammit Emmi We are playing with fire here. Your husband wants you dead, remember? Now act your age not your fucking shoe size…” he sneered.

“I am so sorry Jim!” she seemed like she was close to tears.

“Damn! Emmi! Fuck! That outfit is so hot! Shit!” Jim gasped as if he was seeing her for the first time. His eyes lit up with lust. “Shit! How the fuck did I get my hands on such a hot white woman! Damn!”

Emmi purred so sweetly and and jumped into his arms. Jim slipped his arm around her waist and grabbed a firm hold of her juicy, round ass globes and pulled her steaming cunt onto his cock. He kissed her aggressively Emmi opened her mouth and gorged herself on his thick lips and long tongue. They grunted and gasped as they kissed each other feverishly till they both went dizzy.

Jim pushed her onto her haunches and fucked her mouth with the door still half open. Emmi was so hungry for his dick. She threw her face at it, bending it an unnatural angle as she gagged and choked herself frenziedly on his meat. Jim grabbed her long blond hair like a handle and used it to bang her mouth on his cock. Her pretty make up was soon smeared. She was sweating so much her finely combed blond hair was soon matted to her scalp. Jim fucked her face until he came in her mouth, roaring like an animal.

Jim kicked the door shut behind him as Emmi led him into the house by his half erect cock. She fed him snacks she had made herself and mixed them both Vodka and juice. She fed him grapes and slices of mango, kissing his face.

She sucked his dick until he was fully hard again. Jim told her to lube his cock. Emmi pouted and asked him why he didn’t want to fuck her pussy. Jim said he would fuck it in his own good time. As she pouted, he told her that he would only fuck it when it didn’t belong to her husband any more.

“I can divorce him if you want me to. I will get half his money and we can go wherever you want…” she blurted before she had time to think. Her face was full of emotion. Jim smiled as it hit him. Up to now, he had only been thinking of fucking and abusing her. But this woman was worth five times as much as his dad. She was like a pile of gold he had stumbled on.

“Listen Emmi, all in due time. We need to have something on your husband so he wont come after us. Coz once he knows you are fucking a nigger, him and his folks will be breathing fire. We need to use our heads. And right now I need some ass. Wanna feel this black cock up your ass? I will fuck that pussy yet, don’t worry.”

Jim wedged his hand in the crack of her ass and stroked her hole. Emmi shivered. She started kissing his face with dick on her breath. She soon had his dick oiled and was bending over the couch, offering him her fine ass. Jim fucked her all afternoon. When she told him that her husband was out of town for the night, Jim made an excuse at home, saying he was partying with some new homies and would be back the next day. His cousin Rachel laughed, thinking he was probably fucking some woman. She warned him that if he was fucking some cracker wife, he needed to watch his back. Jim said, “Don’t doubt it!” and hung up.

Emmi hardly heard the conversation, as she was busy sucking his dick. After he came in her ass, she made them a tasty, hearty supper. As he ate his desert, she crawled in under the table and sucked his dick. It was as if she was making up for the two days he hadn’t fucked her.

Then she ran them a bubble bath. Jim made her kneel in the shower first and emptied his bowels all over her. Emmi was shuddering and moaning as he directed a stream of piss all over body. She showered and joined him in the jacuzzi, where they ate grapes and drank sparkling wine whilst watching a movie. He fucked her under the water like a fish.

By the time they got to her bedroom, he was exhausted. Emmi ate his ass and got him hard one more time, then she fed herself his thick cock until he rewarded her with a salty treat. She went to sleep in his arms, smiling happily.