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Being a man in an Arab society is not always easy. To this day, I have not figured out whether being a white, Western man makes it actually more or less difficult when it comes to intimate relations within the oriental world outside of marriage. Clear enough, one’s luck with sexual encounters is very much dependant on coincidence and the right time, place, circumstances and momentary situation.

There is still no way I would curse my fate of living in Syria, since the country has given me some of the most wonderful experiences in my life: surprising, intense, sensual, deep, lustful, loud and exotic encounters. I do have a liking for oriental women, especially of dark skin colour, and more than once did I have the pleasure of enjoying unforgettable moments.

However, sometimes it gets really hard for a man with a healthy sexual appetite not to become a little frustrated at the offered, yet unreachable charms of female curves. Especially during the summer time, the young and the older women show a liberal attitude towards dressing, by squeezing all available appeals into tight jeans and tops, wiggling their hips up and down the streets.

It was the beginning of July and I had entered just one of those frustration phases. Work was going alright, but my social life had turned out to be somewhat slow lately. Especially, I had not had good sex in quite a while, simply due to the lack of opportunity.

Trying to relax on a Thursday evening in one of the roadside cafés in a modern part of Damascus, I was lazily puffing away on a water pipe while trying to passively fight of the day’s heat that only reluctantly retreated into the evening. My mind was surrendering to the number of asses and breasts on offer; they swayed by in all forms and colours: large, small, round, flat, hanging, sticking up, overflowing, pushed up – everything. While earlier on, my groin had shown some latent interest and tried to make some claims, it had stopped after a while and all efforts had died down.

Sipping my fresh strawberry juice, something caught my attention in the corner of my eye. Before I realized it, it was already to late: Maya, one of those women that haunt men in their most beautiful dreams as well as in their worst nightmares, had strolled by. Awestruck, I tried to hide behind my glass and pretended to be highly interested in the stone tiles on the floor.

Maya was one of the most incredible women I had ever seen in my entire life: she was tall, at least 5′9″ / 1,75 m, which is gigantic for an Arab woman. Every pore of her body emitted a sensation of passion and lust – and she did every possible thing to enhance that. She usually wore high heels, barefoot, giving her an air of being completely unattainable. Her olive-coloured legs were perfectly shaped and curved upwards in a queen-like manner. Adorable backs of her knees followed and merged into the most female thighs available on this planet. What followed was an ass so powerful to blow away entire armies: round, full, curvy and tasty, exceptionally large but perfect in shape – an absolute rocket. Those few men still able to continue looking further upwards were rewarded with a highly sensual navel in the centre of well-adorned belly, all in the same breathtaking olive skin colour. The breasts were the ultimate weapon: standing far out from her body, they were huge, but in a way that left every mouth wide open and every hand trembling in a futile wish to touch them at least once before death.

As if it wasn’t enough, Maya also called a marvellous set of full, red lips her own, which she willingly engaged in enthusiastic conversations. Mostly, her excitement was accompanied by agile, flirtatious eyes that emitted small lightings while speaking. Large curls of pitch-black hair rounded off her appearance. To put it in a nutshell: Maya was an absolutely incredible woman, and she did not mind doing everything to affirm that.

However, and contrary to what everyone believed was her attitude, she was an absolutely sympathetic, friendly and normal woman and friend. Somehow, the contrast between her fascinating looks and her natural behaviour did not come to her attention. Nor did she notice that men were fainting by the dozen when she walked by. I do not recall how many sleepless nights I had spent lonely at home when I had first seen her, and even more after I had met her for the first time. It did not matter that she had a husband who seemed to be out of town quite often. Her simple presence was reason enough to send every cock into stiffness and every set of balls into hurtful swelling.

She really was the last woman I wanted to see and endure that evening in my sorrowful state of sexual frustration. But luck was clearly not on my side, since she spotted me in my pathetic hiding place and steered through the crown right on to my table.

“Hi sweetie,” she chirped and every head within a radius of 20 m turned, “how nice to see you, it has been a while! What are you doing all by yourself?”

Swaying between absolute pride and total embarrassment, I produced a smile and motioned towards the empty chair. My cock was already up and hardening when my nose caught her wonderful perfume.

“You look more beautiful than ever, Maya,” I managed to deliver, staring in awe at her perfect make-up and her incredible body.

“Oh, you are just joking, I know you,” she said and put her gorgeous fingers down on my hand. It was hard to believe, but I was 100% sure that she had no idea about the effect she had on people, especially of the opposite gender. “I am sorry, but I have to run and cannot join you. But why don’t you come later to the ‘Liquid Lounge’, then we can do some dancing together? I will be there from 10 onwards with some friends, you know them.”

I tried to conceal my arousal, a feeling she always evoked in my even when only opening her mouth: “I will see, maybe I come for a quick drink. You know I can’t resist your suggestions, but this evening it will be a battle.”

“I would love to see you there, so think about it… Bye!” With a little wave, she tried to disappear into the streets, but my eyes glued themselves to her swaying ass and followed her halfway through town – at least so I thought. She was one of those women that had this irresistibility: I knew I was going to make a fool out of myself, I was starting my dreaming already and in the end my frustration at the chance I never really had would be even bigger than before.

But it was unavoidable that I went.

It was a small club with a cosy atmosphere, more like a private dance club with friends. Large discotheques do not exist in Syria, so this was as good as it got. But music and ambience was only second-rate that night anyway: I went because Maya had said that she wanted to see me there. It would have been perfect to know her as a friend, as a neuter – it was a pity that I just could not shake off my male instincts and spend some impartial time with her. But so it was.

I spotted her on the tiny dance floor, easy to distinguish amongst the smaller crowd. Of Syrian descent, Maya had been brought up in the UK and only three years ago, had moved back to Syria with her family. Shortly after, she had gotten married and worked in a lawyer’s office. I had no idea how anybody around her could actually keep his mind on his paperwork, but luckily that was not my problem.

I greeted some of our common friends and got into kind conversations. This diversion did me actually good, and I felt very much at ease until Maya appeared back from her dancing. Grabbing her drink, she spotted me, moved over and pinched me: “I knew you were coming, great to see you! Just let me get my breath back and we will make it to the dance floor, handsome man!”

Off she went like a whirlwind, leaving me behind with a stunned look. While one half of my brain was debating whether or not I knew her exact age or if the 29 were just a guess, the other half tried to grasp what the eyes were fervently reporting: tight-fitting, beige linen trousers accentuated every single detail of Mayas figure, while her upper body was held together by a white wrap shirt that made her large breasts stick out even more than usual. How was I going to survive that evening?

Simple solution: drinking! They served alcohol in that club, so for the first time in months I ordered a gin tonic – I really needed it. It took me not even two minutes to down it, and I went for a second. Only after half of that had disappeared down my throat, I could relax somewhat and strength began to flow back into my limbs. The absurdity of the situation made this drastic action necessary: I was dying to make this woman mine and there was no way in the world I would ever achieve that. Once I had actually accompanied her home after a late dinner and come up for a pepsi – but she had not shown even the slightest interest in any closeness, she had seemed to be totally immune to anything I did. I remembered having left her place like a beaten dog, swearing that I would never again humiliate myself in the same manner.

Vow or not, I was sweating in the club and that was caused by the movements that Maya was making next to me on the dance floor. Lucky enough, my drinks showed a soothing effect and took my mind off my immediate surrounding. I enjoyed moving to the music, I knew most of the Arabic chart songs and smiled broadly at Maya. The only thing that shook me every time was the accidental touches by any part of her body that sent series of shivers down my body.

Between all the drinking, dancing, chatting and laughing, the night went quickly and before I realised it, me and Maya were the only ones left from our group. I checked the time: “Do you know it is already 2.30?”

She gave me a surprise look: “No, I did not realize that. That’s why everybody has left, now I get it!”

With a tipsy motion, she came over at my table and stood next to me, her glass in the hand. I could not help but admiring her carefully manicured hands, her slim fingers standing in contrast to the voluptuous female body. My look followed her brown arm up to her neck, where her open mouth was waiting for me to finish my travel: “I think I have had a good share of drinks tonight. How do you feel? You look quite the same, sweetie!”

“I feel it was a fun night with lots of dancing and liquids. But I am fine, most of it I sweated out anyway, trying to keep up with all your energy!”

Her white teeth flashed: “Do you think you can accompany me home? You have the same way, don’t you? Makes me feel better on the street.”

I knew this was going to be my doom, every step pure torture. Accompanying her to her house, touching her cheek to wish her good-bye and then waiting to see that fabulous ass disappear up into the stairs. No evening could have ended in a more horrible way, and I was already fearing every step on my own way home.

“You want to stay here glued to the table?” Her voice next to my ear made me jump, and smelling her wonderful sweet, alcoholic breath made me melt away. But I managed to pull myself together, acting like at least half a man and following her out. The next insurmountable obstacle to my movements came in form of the stairs. Her bulging ass swayed back and forth in front of my face, the humid linen of her trousers almost touched my nose and only with luck I managed not to fall on my way up. I had no explanation what this woman did to me; all I knew was that I had a raging hard-on in my pants and almost no brain cells left to function.

Slightly drunk but welcomingly greeted by the fresh air, we linked our arms for support and continued on the night streets of Damascus. I wished this way to her house never to end and I prayed that it would be over as soon as possible. The pure female scent that her body gave off after all this dancing blurred my senses and my nose was on its way to find the source.

“What are you doing, are you sniffing me?” Her laughter filled the streets and sent another wave of her smell over to me.

“I am just, well, smelling you – you smell so sensual, so good!”

She moved away, only to come quickly back again: “I probably stink after all this sweating in the dance club. I really need to shower now before going to bed.”

As always, even my most strictly suppressed hopes vanished at a simple sentence of her. In vain, I tried to tell myself to get my mind straight, to let off with all sexually compromising thoughts and to just concentrate on my further way home. It was hopeless with Maya, nothing worked.

“We made it,” she called out, when we came to a halt in front of her building, “thanks for bringing me, it was a fun evening. I really do enjoy it sometimes when my husband is not here.”

When she bowed forward to kiss me on the cheek, my mouth in cooperation with some remote brain cells came to life: “Would you mind if I come up with you?”

She stopped and looked at me: “Why, it’s late and I have to shower and then go to bed?”

“Just for a quick drink of water,” I gabbled, “and I’ll be right on my way.”

She hesitated for a moment: “Well, sure, why not, come on.”

She lived on the third floor and I cursed myself for the idea of coming up on every single step. My mouth stood open, ready to bite into her ass as it swayed before me, left, right, left, right… I stumbled into her when she came to a halt in front of her door. At least, she had her smile back by then.

“Welcome to my home! You have been here before, so just go to the fridge while I have to get rid of these wet clothes.” With my dick hard as a rock, I moved carefully into the kitchen and poured myself some water. Deliberately sipping and savouring each drop, I turned around at a low noise. Maya had appeared in the door, dressed in a bathrobe, all in white, with her olive legs and arms sticking out. The contrast of her black hear on her shoulders made me choke and burst into a coughing fit..

She moved over and patted me on the back. To feel the cloth of her bathrobe on my arms was just stunning and I never wanted to stop coughing again. She laid her arms around me in an effort to support my relaxing, but the effect was just the opposite. Slowly, she guided me to the living room and on the sofa.

“Either you are a bad drinker or something has shocked you – what was it?” she asked innocently.

At the same time, she made an effort to massage my lungs. Her breast, though firmly held in place by her bathrobe, touched my body. I was in heaven. Like in trance, I turned my head towards her and whispered: “Maya…”

When opening my eyes, our lips were only half an inch apart and I stared right into her dark eyes. She must have felt something different, since she simply did not answer nor make any movement to turn away. This moment was magical, both our energies accumulated into the space between our faces and my heart started beating furiously. A higher force pulled us closer and I could feel her breath on my skin. Still holding our gaze in total absorption of the moment, I felt her lips touch mine like the evening wind on a summer day. They were so soft, so full, so ripe, so hot, so humid and they surrendered to the miniscule power that I engaged in pushing slightly forward.

We paused in this position and let the moment expand infinitely.

We did that a second time.

And then she broke away from me, her look lowered and her arms withdrawing.

“I think we should not do this. It is not ok.”

I kept silent for a moment. The most perfect moment had come and slipped away again. The Earth resumed its movement. And my brain worked again, somehow: “Sure, ok, look, I am sorry, I did not mean to…”

“No need to be sorry, I liked it. But I don’t want to go further. I hope you understand.”

“Of course I do. Can I hold you in my arms, is that ok?”

Her smile slowly came back to her, and she cuddled up on my shoulder. Her soft bathrobe caressed my skin and I put my arm around her. After some deliberation and cooling down, she wrapped her arm around me from down below. “Come down here with your neck, I want to sniff you just like you did with me in the streets.”

Without hesitation, I obliged and bowed down. Just the touch of her skin on my neck sent instant goose bumps through the entire left side of my body. She started sniffing quickly, and then went over to inhale my scent deeply. “You smell wonderful, the mixture between your perfume and your sweat is almost intoxicating.” She inhaled two more times, and then I felt her lips on my neck.

“I know I should not do this,” she muffled from under my chin, “but can I kiss you again, just once more?”

In spite of an answer, I took my head back and bowed down towards her. With closed eyes, my lips met hers and we continued exactly where we had let off before. With only the slightest movements, we savoured the moment, cherishing every sensation of the forbidden fruit that we just tried. Her breath entered me and just so much as inebriated me. I could feel my head spin, and it had nothing to do with any alcohol that I had enjoyed earlier that evening. Despite the motionlessness, we almost forgot to breathe.

Without looking up, Maya crouched back with her head against my breast. After some moments, she murmured as if absorbed in her own thoughts: “You are a wonderful kisser.” Then she took my hand and looked at it, saying with a stronger voice: “And you have very nice hands. They are a little small for a man, but they are well taken care of and express sensitivity.”

After a little pause she looked up to me, her gaze not leaving the grip on my eyes: “I would like to know how they feel on my breasts. Do you want to touch me?”

My next coughing fit was just waiting in a corner of my throat, but I managed to fight it off. By now I would have climbed the walls had she expressed that wish. I was as helpless as ice-cream melting away in the summer sunshine, and all I managed was a somewhat awkward nod.

With an unsure, but slightly satisfied expression on her face, she moved in her position, bringing her had into my lap and extending her body along the couch. During this motion, a side of her robe slid down and revealed one of her knees. Not only stood the unfathomable dark tone of her skin in an absolute striking contrast to her robe; also the creation of her legs up to that spot made my heart miss a beat. This was nature in its essence of beauty, revealing itself before my eyes.

She lay in a good position not to collide with my dick, which by that time would have outscored any marble block in hardness. I simply could not believe the development that had taken place during the last half hour. As if to prove that it was not a dream (or a nightmare), I placed my hand on her forehead and started caressing her. Every line of her facial features became subject to my touches, and I explored every pore with my finger tips. Her lips trembled slightly when I passed them on the way down towards her neck.

I followed the pulsating veins along her collar. Her skin was so incredibly soft, and in places still humid from sweating. In others, the sweat had dried and left sticky patches, which were a marvellous contrast to her smoothness. I approached the opening of her robe and I could already make out her cleavage: a big gap between two giant hills.

Her heaving breasts showed clearly that she was agitated and waiting for me. I slid down and inserted my finger into the space between her breasts. She felt warm and welcoming, and the contrast of colour between her skin and mine even enhanced my visual excitement. When she moved, I thought for a short moment that I had lost her and that I had blown this one-time chance. But she did not stop me, quite the opposite: she pulled her robe apart and gave me an unobstructed view to her round treasures.

I had wondered in the past for many times what her tits would look like out in the open. I never had thought they could be only half as beautiful. As a lover of female forms in all sizes, I could only admire this giant wonder laying before my eyes. Her breasts were huge, definitely the largest I had ever seen. But resting innocently on Maya’s chest, they were so indescribably perfect: circular nipples, dark colour, round edges, smooth surface, inviting shine – in short, a centre of female perfection.

Jim had a deep, peaceful slumber, in the master’s bedroom of the mansion that had been built by slave owners.

Book Six: A change of watch

Chapter 1: A natural born slut.

Jim took the following day off and spent it fucking Emmi and it was wonderful. Jim had fucked many a horny woman, but he had never met one that was so sex hungry and insatiable like Emmi She was a glutton. She couldn’t get enough dick. He could fuck her senseless one minute but give her a couple of minutes to rest and a joint and she was ready to suck and fuck again. At first he wanted to fuck the shit out of her. But as the fucks and nuts multiplied he started thinking she was a collectors item. Damn, he would have to let her grow some curves and a thicker ass, but he would be damned if he would let this white chick go. She had so much money anyway, but most of all, she was just the slut he had always dreamed of. He decided right there and then that he would have to put her husband out of the picture pretty fast.

Her husband would be coming around six. From four o’clock, till a quarter to six, Jim fed Emmi blunts and his dick and ass. He fucked her ass, cumming in it three times. Emmi was delirious and dazed from the weed and all the sex and shattering orgasms.

Jim hid his camera behind a pot of flowers and switched it on. He picked Emmi up from the floor and laid the sated, well fucked woman on the couch. He spread her legs wide apart leaving her asshole gaping as his cumm trickled out. Damn, she was a mess all right, and his dick had done that. He was proud.

“Listen Emmi,” he said as he shook her awake. Emmi groaned weakly and her hand reached blindly for his cock. She thought he wanted to fuck again, and she had nothing against that.

“Come fuck my face Jim. Or just shove that black dick up my ass…”

“Chill Emmi, listen, when your husband comes home, I want you to make him eat my cumm out of your ass.”

“What! Are you crazy… Oh… What time is it? Eddie is coming home…”

“Listen Emmi, tell him you know he is eating Connie’s ass, but don’t tell him about the plot to murder you. We will deal with that later. Just say you know he is fucking Connie and if eats your ass, you will forgive him, but if he doesn’t you will leave. And tell him Connie doesn’t know you know, and you want it to stop. Did you understand me?”

“Yes. Come lemme suck you!”

“No. Just do what I told you…” Jim left her lying back on the couch. She was snoring before he even walked out.

Half an hour later, Eddie’s car pulled up to the house. He was surprised to see that the house was all dark inside. He slung his laptop over his shoulder. In one hand he had his overnight luggage, in the other he had the many expensive presents he had purchased his wife in El Paso.

Eddie entered the house and switched on the hallway lights. He was about to walk past their living room when he noticed something lying on the floor. He squinted his eyes and noticed that it was a body. He panicked. He hit the light switch and stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw falling wide open.

Emmi was lying on her back on the couch, dressed in a black, half cup, embroidered silk Cami and matching thongs an nothing else. The thong was pulled off her cunt and hooked over an ass cheek. Her legs were thrown wide open and her ass hole was gaping and inflamed. A thick, whitish cream was oozing out of her hole. Her inner thighs are covered with caked, flaky cumm.

Her chest was rising and falling evenly to her breathing. A half smoked joint was lying on an ashtray nearby.

Eddie ran to her alarmed. His first thought was that somebody had raped his wife.

“Emmi! Emmi! My gosh! Darling!”

Emmi groaned and opened her eyes. She threw an arm across her face to shield her squinting, bloodshot eyes from the light of the ceiling lamps as she slowly sat up and looked at Eddie.

“Emmi! What’s going on darling? Who did this to you? Shall I call the cops? Oh my gosh. No!” Eddie almost cried.

As she caught her bearings, for a second, she was gripped with panic. But she gathered herself quickly. She ignored Eddie and calmly reaches for the remnant of the joint. She She lit it up and took a deep, casual puff. Her face had a mean, arrogant look.

“You are smoking cigarettes!” Eddie gasped.

“Its not a cigarette, dummy! It’s a joint!” She blew smoke in his face as he exclaimed.

“But darling, you don’t smoke. What’s going on here?”

“Oh, this guy dropped by and fucked the shit out of my ass, that is what happened.” Emmi sneered at him like the fuck do you want, punk, as she inhaled deeply.

“What! You are not serious! You cant Emmi! No! FUCK!!!” Eddie sprang up and kicked a little table, sending it flying.

“Don’t be a jerk Eddie. You have been fucking Connie, at least licking that maid’s asshole. Did I ever make a scene? What the fuck would your daddy say to that?” Emmi smiled coldly and blew smoke rings. “Sit the fuck down and lets talk.”

“No! Its, its… Who told you that. She is lying, that fucking wet back… She threw it in my face but I told her no… Darling…”

“Shut the fuck up Eddie. She doesn’t even know that I know. Now, I want you to stop eating her ass. I have got enough ass for you to eat right here. And I think it needs cleaning… ”

Grinning meanly, Emmi slowly raised her knees and spread her thighs to leave her husband staring at her gaping, cumm leaking asshole.

“As you can see that my ass has been thoroughly fucked by a huge cock, way bigger than your little prick? Look what a tasty snack my lover left for you… Now, you must be hungry after your long journey. Come and lick me clean!” Emmi ran a long finger in and out of her goo leaking hole.

“No! Emmi! Fuck no! You cant! You didn’t..”

His jaw muscles worked in agitation as he glared at her hole. For a second, it looked like he was going to pounce on her. But she merely sneered at him, her pretty face ridden with derision.

“Eddie, I have enough evidence of your cheating. I hid a Camera in your study. Now, I don’t wanna get divorced, and neither do you. Therefore, be an adult. You either get down and eat my ass right now, or I am letting the whole town know that rich Eddie loves wet back ass holes. Your racist daddy will disown you. And you will be finished in this town. Ass licking ass hole! Suck my fucking ass or I am gone.”

Eddie whimpered and his eyes filled up with tears.

“Emmi, I made a mistake. Please. You had your revenge. From now on, I will be true. Forgive me darling and lets start anew.”

“Maybe I will stop fucking my lover,” Emmi smiled meanly. “But you gotta clean out my ass hole right now. Right fucking now Eddie!” Her voice rang out sharply.

Head hanging pathetically, Eddie sank to his knees between her thighs and slowly dipped his head. She pulled her ass cheeks apart, stretching her hole so that more cumm trickled out. Eddie stared in disgust at her asshole.

Emmi grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face the goo. She smeared his lips and nose with her lover’s cumm. Eddie tried to pull back but she wrapped her thighs around his head.

“Dammit Eddie! Lick my ass.”

Eddie was disgusted with himself as he succumbed. He knew he ought to get up and kick her ass, but the wimp in him gave in. As his horny wife ground her ass against his mouth the white guy parted his lips and started licking her slavishly.

Emmi felt exhilarated She knew in this moment that she could do whatever she wanted with her husband. She rubbed her ripped asshole against his mouth, relishing the touch. She pushed, making more cumm leak out onto his lips and tongue and Eddie slurped it up.

“That’s it bitch! Get your tongue in there. Taste a real man’s cumm you worthless wimp! Lick me clean. Fuck you!”

Emmi pulled her knees into her chest leaving her hole thrust out.

“There is your desert darling. Now go on you schmuck. Suck all the black cumm out of me.”

The rich white wimp got into it. He ate her with gusto. His white wife seemed determined to give him access to his new favorite dish, the way she pushed her asshole against his long, licking tongue, allowing to go in real deep. Eddie was now groaning and grunting like a hungry dog as he gorged himself, on her asshole, sucking up another man’s cumm and loving it.

Emmi looked into Eddie’s wide open eyes and registered two things. One was a puppy like, slavish, worshipful adoration for her. The second was a beaming glow that came from his immense exhilaration at being humiliated.

For a second, Emmi felt dejected. She felt sorry for him and herself. She could not believe she had married such a spineless pervert, a worm of a man. She felt like crying. Then she said fuck it as a cruel exhilaration seized her like a demon. She smiled evilly as she started frigging her clit furiously, till her entire crotch exploded like the World Trade. Then she farted loud, sending drops of cumm flying all over his face and into his big, doleful eyes. But he just kept on licking. When she was clean, Emmi told him to wash her ass for her with a warm, soft sponge and scented water. He did it, and gently spread balsam on her sore ass and genitals. He asked her in a devoted voice if she felt better, honey. Emmi knew right then that she was Jim’s woman forever, and Eddie could only be her ass hole licker, nothing more. She wanted a strong man. She enjoyed pissing on Eddie. But if she had a choice, she would rather have a man who pissed on her.

The next afternoon, and the following one, Jim came by the house and fucked Emmi all day. For a woman who had previously not really enjoyed sex, Emmi had suddenly turned into a serious glutton. Jim still refused to penetrate her pussy. Emmi was pissed about that. She wanted to take his big, black man hood deep inside her white woman hood and have him blast his thick cumm containing millions of black babies into her womb. As she thought of this, she suddenly felt wildly exhilarated

The idea of having Jim’s black children made her feel so excited. Of course, she would have to leave this ton. But Emmi could not shed any tears at that. Most women hated her, for she had been the worst tease in town. She had stolen many another woman’s man, just for spite. She had dated and broken up with the guys without letting them do anything more than kissing her and eating her pussy. Therefore most of the men hated her too, for all they got was a measly hand job at the most from the most admired, sought after blond in town.

She had finally earned the wrath of the whole town by marrying the richest most eligible bachelor in town. Eddie was worth at least 150 million. And he liked to boast about it. The women were all jealous and the guys pissed coz she had denied them her blond pussy and was now giving it to a rich square. Emmi knew that most people considered her a dominant, frigid dyke. Her own mum hated her. She had neglected her and left her to raise herself by working and drinking all the time. Yet as soon as Emmi married rich, her mum had start coming by with long lists of expensive wishes. Emmi had enjoyed saying no to the bitch, and her mum was one of the people who loved spreading evil rumors about her, calling her a miser and lazy, evil, nagging wife.

Emmi realized that most of the things people said about her were true. But as far as she was concerned they were nothing better. She hoped she could find a place on the planet where people were less fucked up. A better place to live, have fun and raise happy children. Emmi decided right then she would have and raise Jim’s kids, with or without him.

If he gave her too much shit, she would do him like Britney did Kevin Federline. Make him father 4 of her children, give them his good genes, and then kick his ass out, with a couple of millions, if he behaved himself. But if he was smart, he would stay with her, fucking her ass and her pussy hopefully, cumming all over her, wherever he pleased and pissing all over her, if he pleased. Emmi decided that at some point, she would have to ask him where he picked up the habit of pissing and spitting on people.

After Jim had left his cumm in Emmi’s ass several times, he told her that he wanted to fuck her in front of her husband. Emmi found the idea great. It was like Jim had spoken out a secret desire of hers. She said she would only do it if he fucked her pussy on that night, right before her husband. He said that it was his definitely his intention to let her husband watch a big, black Nigga dick fuck his wife’s precious white pussy. He said in fact, he would make Eddie slide his black dick into her pale, pink little pussy and fuck her through her husband’s hand. Emmi got so evilly horny at the idea. Emmi was so excited, she asked when the wonderful day would be. Jim said at the week end, three days away. Emmi was so impatient. She couldn’t wait. She was in such a rapture she gave Jim the hottest, greediest blow job of his life.

When Eddie came home that evening, he found his wife covered in cumm, as if her lover had wanked over her several times. Some of it was caked, but some was fresh. Eddie dutifully licked his wife clean, as she puffed casually on a joint and issued instructions.

Chapter Two: Pussy Friends

Connie called and asked if he wanted to come and chill with her and her girlfriend that evening. Jim passed. He wanted to sleep early and be charged and ready the next day.

Connie was surprised the following morning as Jim suddenly turned up at the house. He entered the kitchen, dressed in big shorts, a vest and dark shades. He had a joint in his lips. She looked at him sullenly. She was still pissed he had refused her offer to come fuck her the previous night.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, pouting.

“Is Emmi sleeping?”

“Yeah. You know where the bedroom is. Go to your Gringa and piss on her. I saw you guys at the pool the other day. You are both perverts.”

“We are going to make her eat your pussy today.” He told her his plan as he let her puff on his joint.

“Are you crazy?”

“Look, this will work out just fine. You gotta give a little in order to get a lot. Finish this, I will come ad get you soon.”

Jim slid an arm around her petite frame and kissed her mouth. Connie’s resolve to sulk melted as his thick tongue entered her mouth He kissed her and made her feel dizzy.

“You are a dirty black rogue,” she finally panted, as he walked past her, into the house.

Emmi was dozing and she thought she was having a dream as she felt a hot, wet tongue eating her pussy. She slowly opened her eyes, to find Jim eating her. He fingered her and ate her clit so beautifully, till she came all over his fingers. Jim then made her eat his ass. He lay on his back and and raised his thighs, pulling them up to his chest, leaving his ass winking at her.

“Go on, lick my ass, I know you love it bitch! Lick my Nigga ass.”

As his asshole winked at her, she dove into it. She licked the black man’s glutes and tongued his hole hungrily.

She found herself moaning between mouthfuls, “Thank you so much for letting me eat your ass Jim.”

“Yeah, go on bitch! You can eat my asshole anytime you slut!” Jim moaned as she tongued his hole.

The white house wife showed the young buck the true meaning of getting the shit sucked out of his ass. She was so thorough. She buried her tongue in his hole and slithered it in and out. Then she went for his cock and gorged herself on the forbidden fruit, lovingly being mislead by the black cock like Eve and the Serpent.

Jim made her lube his thick cock and rolled onto his knees. He had her ass up and face down on the bed, and entered the white woman’s ass. He buried his thick meat in her hole his hips whipped back and forth, slamming into her slim frame, sending his thick, slick cock ploughing deep into her ass hole. The white woman went all frenzied. She frigged her clit and came hard, rearing like a stallion, her hair flying wildly as she took the black man’s heavy back stabbing.

The muscular, sweat covered black man pounded her ass mercilessly till she dropped her face onto the bed, eyes rolling in their sockets. Jim kept yanking her hips onto his meat as he assaulted the tight, stretched, pink asshole with all his might, as if he wanted to tear her apart.

Jim exploded deep in her ass, filling her up with his cumm. Emmi bawled as she came hard.

Jim slid in besides her as Emmi lit a blunt and laid her head on his chest. Suddenly, she stiffened.

“Oh fuck Jim! How could you be so careless. Connie is here! Did she see you come in?”

“Of course!”

“Oh fuck! Shit!”

“Hold on. Lets take care of that little slut once and for all…”

Jim rolled off the bed. Emmi exclaimed as he left the room naked, simply storming out. Jim was back in a second, towing Connie behind him. The Mexican maid was fighting him, trying to rip her arm loose from his big, dark hand.

“Let me go you black bastard!” she snarled. “Mrs Humphrey, he is gone mad…” Then she saw Jim’s clothes on the floor and saw Emmi lying on her back, naked, desperately trying to pull a sheet over her body.

“Fuck Jim!”

“Ma’am! This black bastard raped you! Lets call the police!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jim snarled. “We know all about you. You are fucking Eddie. And the two of you are planning on killing Emmi!”

“Its a lie, you animal!”

“Tell the fucking truth!” Jim shook her. Connie put on a convincing act as she spat in his face.

“You fucking nigger! Fuck you!”

“Fuck you you wet back!” Jim grabbed her by the throat and raised a meaty black fist. “Tell the fucking truth!”

Connie cringed and raised her arms whimpering. “It wasn’t my idea, it was Eddie’s. He said he didn’t love her anymore and wanted to marry me! He said he would give me money!”

“What! You fucking little cunt! After all I did for you! You ungrateful mongrel! I hate you! You are dead!”

“Chill out Emmi Lets punish her fittingly. Open up your thighs. Connie you are going to lick Emmi’s asshole clean and suck my cumm out of it!”

“What!” Both women exclaimed! Connie was very convincing too.

“You heard whore. You gotta apologize to your nice boss here…” Jim ripped off Connie’s over sized, drab uniform. She was left in a tiny, little blue thong. The maid cowered, covering her tits.

“No! I don’t do such disgusting things.”

“You think its O.k. To fuck other women’s husbands and plan on murdering them, yet you wont eat ass. Don’t make me laugh, you scumbag.” He held the whimpering maid by her hair. “Go on Emmi, lets punish her. Raise your thighs and let her eat the goo out of your ass. Fart in her face as well!”

Normally, Emmi would never have agreed to that. But the idea of punishing that whimpering maid that had almost gotten her killed, and humiliating her was so exciting. She felt an evil pleasure.

“Yeah Emmi, lets feed her your ass hole. Make her suck the shit out of you!” Jim’s evil, dark chuckle did it. Emmi threw off her sheet and raised her thighs. She pressed her knees into her tits, leaving her gaping, well fucked, gooey ass hole exposed.

“Go on you little ungrateful Mexican dog! Come and eat this ass. Its what you have always wanted, isn’t it? You perverted dog! You are nothing but trash!” Emmi spat at her.

Connie almost lost it. She loved sucking Jim’s cumm out of her girlfriend Gabriela’s holes. But Emmi’s snobby, arrogant sneer and her nasty words hurt her and made her mad. She had to fight her temper as she remembered that Jim had said this was a necessary sacrifice, so Emmi would not get suspicious. Jim had said they should fuck her and then black mail her for loads of cash. She would never have to clean houses again.

Connie pretended to resist and fight as Jim picked her up and dumped her on her knees before Emmi He pushed her face into Emmi’s gooey hole.

“Suck the motherfucker you little bitch! Do it now!” Jim slapped her ass. Connie only whimpered and shook her head.