Fatima - Middle Eastern Housewife

Fatima rolled the vaccum under her husband's legs propped up on the coffee table as he watched the televsion. He was a traditional man in their country, and that meant he made sure she was an obedient, submissive, loyal subhuman woman. In theory, the perfect man.

While feminists railed against her culture and tried to "save" her, Fatima slid slender fingers into her soaking coochie under her Burka whenever her husband raised his voice or called her stupid or moved as if to strike her. He never did.

In fact, he never touched her at all!

When she was married, without her consent, to a man decades her senior, she had hoped for a lecherous, perverted snake, eager to use her sinful, full tittied, fat assed fucktoy body. But, alas, once thier son was born (conceived after only ONE night of lackluster coitus) he never so much as felt up her ass or squeezed her lucious milkers or made her give him a sloppy naked blowjob in the middle of the living room or crawl around like a pet on the floor begging to drink only cum for all of her meals or -

"Heya. I'll make this quick." Said the white man on TV. "I'm gonna be the next president of the United States. I'm gonna make women property, their only use is gonna be in how hot they can be, and then I'm taking over the world."

Fatima stopped vaccuming and pulled her fingers out of her cunt. She sucked on them as the man on TV fucked a plethora of women - No! Dirty, sinful, stacked, fucksluts!

He didn't care a thing for their pleasure. They were just sexual objects to him. They gloried in his ****, displayed themselves solely for his erotic pleasure, drank pints and gallons of his seed!

Fatima saw paradise.

"Woman! Wife, eh? Who told you to stop cleaning!" Her husband shouted.

She turned to look at him, her eyes all he could see through her burka. "God. He calls to me."

Without another word, Fatima left her home and never laid eyed on her husband or son again. She couldn't even remember their names.

A neighbor, another wife down the street found her on the way to the airport. Without a word, they knew what the other planned. To give worship at the alter of Lloyd Golson's white cock!

They joined an ever growing crowd of sexually starved, stacked, nymphomaniac desert sluts congregating on the airport.

Burkas and hijabs were shed. How could they make Lloyd's glorious cock hard if he could see their giant jiggling jugs? How could they lock lips with other women for him with some cloth in the way?

Some boarded planes naked. Others in long neglected lingerie. Still others flaunted their fuckmeat in harem outfits. No matter what, they sought to be sex dolls for the next president. The future ruler of the world.

Fatima sat in first class next to her neighbor, hands in each others snatches and the other fondling their own knockers. She leaned back in her seat as the plane took off, dreaming of the paradise that awaited her.