Arabic Seduction

Carrie showed up with a prize offering for you that night -- a genuine Arabic Princess, Noor. She was in a rebellious mood, and your dad was slated to be the beneficiary. She didn't have a boyfriend -- rather, she had a Palestinian servant, Ayaan, who stared darkly at Timmy as the party was set up.

"What do you have for me today, Barbie?" Your dad asked Carrie. This deviation of asking your dad to breed the high powered girls at the university had derailed their marriage path, but they still loved each other, you noticed.

"It's a special day, Daddy," Carrie said perkily. "This is Princess Noor."

Noor was 5'8, slender, with dark eyes and dusky skin. She wore her hijab and gold jewelry.

"Highness," your dad said, bowing theatrically.

"I've heard much about you, Mr. Putnam," Noor said. "I'm looking forward to seeing if it is true."

"You'll be quite well pleased, Princess," your dad said, leaning down and kissing the Arab, his hand sliding back to grip her ass. Noor moaned, and you ate your popcorn, your little pee pee stiff as a board.

Carrie did her support role to the max, helping to suck your dad hard, and eating his ass while he fucked the hijabed Noor. You watched his big cock, that you'd watched for so many hours now, carving through Noor's pussy like hot butter. Her eyes were rolled back lustfully, and then Joshie interrupted, right as you were cumming --

"Umm ... where's Timmy? And Ayaan?"