Mimi and Florence greet Farid and his wife

Florence went back downstairs, her white, tight, french bum nicely clean and fresh for Farid to enjoy. Admittedly Florence’s bum had been admired by countless men since her teens, but only from afar, while she was out wearing jeans, or leggings or any clothing that offered men a view of the shape of her fabulous bum. Florence’s figure was an ‘hour-glass’ and she had kept her figure, retaining her slim waist; she had the body that would have gained weight if she were less disciplined but as we have seen with her resistance against further submission, sex and breeding serving the local Arab community, Florence was a very ordered woman; she had only recently succumbed to the lure of the Arab Muslim cock after fifteen years of chastity. And so it was with her diet. She knew she would easily put on weight and so ate soberly and retained her delicious, alluring figure, with her buxom breasts and marvellous bum complimenting her slim waist. Of course, her growing pregnant belly would soon change that.

Her bum now would be enjoyed properly, fundamentally and thoroughly. Farid would not just look and admire, he would penetrate her bum and ejaculate in her. He would deposit his full load up Florence’s bum and fill her with his Arabic semen, up her back passage where it would feel to her as an eruption of a gallon of thick, hot lava; she would be overwhelmed and laden with powerful, gooey Algerian fluid and she would be left exhausted, enthralled and abused, excess sperm seeping out of her, her bum red raw and throbbing with pain; Farid would masturbate in her, she would be his white wankpiece and he would be her Arab Muslim master.

And despite all the anxiety and nervousness and worry about the pain and discomfort, being used by an elderly Arab made her wet, she wanted, no, she craved his Algerian invasion of her sexy french bum. She begged for Arab cock, Arab sperm, Arab use, Arab exploitation. She went downstairs and was told by MImi that Farid was almost here.

Mimi did look gloriously, heavily, fabulously pregnant. It was fifteen years ago that Florence was pregnant with her Khaled but she didn’t remember being that big at 32 weeks, but memories are not always perfect, she told herself. There was a knock at the door, ‘he’s here!’ Mimi said excitedly and getting up (with some effort, such was the size of her belly) she took the agitated Florence by the hand and both the white cows went to the door.

Mimi opened her front door and Florence was intimidated to see not just Farid there but also Farid’s wife and while Farid looked with hunger at the blushing, jittery Florence, his wife looked at Mimi, virtually naked in her sheer knickers, bra and negligee. Mimi’s biological urge to serve Arabic Islam was so great that she now paraded her nude, white, christian, body at her front door, anyone who happened to see her would now see her utterly, and exposed to an Arab couple.

And, such was her great, white belly that Farid’s wife wondered at Mimi’s increase in size since the previous week. Goodness me, thought the elderly, wise Algerian woman, she is huge. It was only after that wonderment that she actually realised that Mimi was exposing herself

Mimi, now burning with lust and as horny as a white bitch could be, had lost all her inhibitions and held her hand up to delay the elderly Muslim couple’s entrance inside and smiling said ‘I’ve a gift for you Farid. If you cannot anal fuck me because my white belly is too big with your beautiful Arab Muslim baby, I’ve a sweet white treat for you here. Recently made pregnant by an Algerian bull who hasn’t claimed ownership of her, waiting only to satisfy that she is carrying an Arab baby, this is Florence, already the white mother of one mixed race Arab Muslim son.’ And, motioning for Florence to turn around, made the pretty red-head bend over while Mimi pulled Florence’s skirt up, revealing a gorgeous white, quivering bum, covered only by the briefest of white thongs.

‘Well, Farid, do you want to anal fuck this french bitch?’ Mimi asked. Farid beamed with hunger, Florence’s evident nerves increasing his lustfulness for her palpitating pink asshole.

The four went inside, none of them had seen one curtain across the way, twitching. Fifty two year old Mabel, though she hadn’t heard a word, had seen with shocked, appalled but aroused blue eyes, naked Mimi and the tendered Florence and just as importantly, the elderly Arab couple by whom the two white women were clearly enslaved. Mabel had stared at Mimi, had wondered at the Arab man, and then again at Mimi's huge belly.

Mabel also saw, before the door closed, that Florence continued to keep her skirt pulled up, and that her thong was so brief that Mabel saw that Florence’s red hair wasn’t just on her head.