Florence is Algerian-fucked again

The Arab had come to France with his hard-working parents, brother and sister twenty years ago from a small town in Algeria. He was born in the same year as the father of Florence's son and Florence's latest seducer and conqueror's small town was only 14 miles from the even smaller town where Khaled's father lived with his wife and Khaled's half-brothers and sisters. As yet, the two victorious Arab men knew nothing of the closeness of their birthdates and birthplaces but their mutual success with Florence would bring them together in Algerian, Muslim brotherhood and friendship. Khaled was going to have baby brother or sister, something he had dreamed of since he was a little boy; a sibling. Perhaps the age gap was a little large for a playmate but to have a little brother or sister would fill Khaled's kind heart with love and joy. That the little addition to Florence's and Khaled's family was going to be Arab like Khaled was perhaps a formality to Florence, who knew she could never allow a white French man to touch her, but to Khaled he held within him a worry that his mother, still clearly an attractive woman would attract the attentions of white Frenchman and then Khaled would be the outsider, the Arab in a white family. However much we might think Khaled had no reason to fear this as his mother had never invited the attentions of a white man, and certainly had never dated a white man, nevertheless Khaled's insecure young teenaged mind still harboured fears.

Khaled would soon discover that his mother was pregnant with an Arab baby and he would benefit tremendously from his pretty, white, redheaded French mother having a second baby from an Algerian origin.

But that is in the future, for we are at the point where Florence was about to receive the Algerian's sexual attention once again; this time he knew that Florence was not on any birth control whatsoever and perhaps, or perhaps probably, was already in receipt of the sperm that was swimming towards or up her fallopian tube to meet and conquer her egg, her ovum. He didn't understand the precise details, though Florence as a woman did; but they both knew that this man was a highly potent man and he was going to breed her Arab Muslim. This was his greatest bliss, growing his community, his Muslim Arab family, in the white women of this part of France. He was a proud Algerian and he was putting Algeria into Florence.

He pulled his cock out of Mimi's mouth and moved towards and then on top of the Florence. He wanted to look in her expectant, nervous, submissive blue eyes and he wanted to feel her quick, panting, quivering breath as he fucked her pretty French cunt with his thick, experienced, skilled Algerian cock. He fucked these white women, and he had fucked a good number of them, intent on enjoying himself, savouring either making the white woman a whore for Arab-use only, or more exquisitely impregnating them with his powerful, potent Arab seed. He knew from his own experience and that of several of his Arab Muslim brothers that these white French women compliantly and tamely produced Arab babies difficult to distinguish between them and babies who were fully Arab. This was a cause of pride of every Arab man, his cock and his sperm were a potent **** in defeating the racist white men through their delightful daughters and sisters.

He fucked Florence as the white bitch that she was. She would have honour when pregnant and also attract the support and protection of the Arab community when raising her Arab Muslim children but here on the bed, she was his french bitch, something to fuck and enjoy his orgasm in. She was something to receive the power of Algeria, she was a French recipient of Algeria and he fucking loved giving it to the sister, or daughter or cousin of a white man who despised the Arabs. Well, he would ensure that this white sister, or daughter, or cousin would have inside her, another Arab for the bigots to be depressed or annoyed about. But this new Arab would be in their family. The thought filled him with bliss and caused him to lose control and ejaculate in Florence's already soaked cunt.

He fucked her hard, forcing his large, Arabic cock deep inside her, pounding her with his Algerian supremacy, packing her with Algeria, fucking hell, he fucking adored it, this bitch was having all he had and fuck he gave it to her, the white bitch wanted it and boy did she want it, the Algerian who had or would be the father of her second child and the five Arab women watching, enjoying another Arab victory, another French defeat, saw further evidence of the ease in which white women succumbed to Arab cock.

He ejaculated inside Florence, repeated floods of sperm discharging from his thick brown cock flooding her vagina, all **** to find a white woman's ovum to overwhelm with Algerian genes. Satisfied, he got off his white prey and wiped his cock on Mimi's spellbound face; he and the five Arab women spoke triumphantly and quickly about yet another easy appropriation of a French woman. Mimi was left to kiss and lick the excess semen from Florence and help her dress. The women informed the Arab that they were aware of Florence and her address and other details so he didn't need to stay to get them of the woman he had almost certainly just made pregnant. He rushed downstairs and went out, most pleased with himself, and indeed so he should have been!

The seven women went downstairs to the children. Five exultant Arab women and two white French women, all seven either pregnant with or already mothers of Arab Muslim children. Success was growing in the Arab community and white France was powerless to stop it. The white french women were increasingly enjoying the growing Arab success too!