Marion is his white sex

Ready to go upstairs as commanded to by Farid, Marion looked at Farid’s triumphantly smiling Arab Muslim wife who was sitting close to Marion’s graceful, gentle white christian daughter, who was also smiling but her smile was one of subservience, eager to please. Mimi was naked from the waist up, her substantial breasts, enlarged by her pregnancy were gloriously exposed as was her soon-to-flower snow milk-white bountiful belly.

Marion marvelled to see her church-going daughter in the hands of an elderly but assured immigrant Muslim woman. The elderly Arab woman tenderly caressed Mimi’s children-bearing belly, secure in the knowledge that Algeria and Islam were safe inside that white, christian belly.

Marion turned and headed for the stairs, knowing that Farid was going to fuck her. Marion’s first Arab sex for almost twenty five years. She had masturbated about Arab sex daily, sometimes twice daily, every single day since returning from Kuwait, and now, in a less fundamental way perhaps than her daughter, but still glorious, Marion had been captured as a white sex vessel and **** to an Muslim conqueror.

Some of Marion’s fantasies while building to orgasm in her bedroom, or in the bedroom, always alone had involved her being taken from their coastal town south to an Arab nation to serve it’s men as their sex ****. Marion needed to be a white sex ****, passed around, from an Algerian to a Moroccan, from a Yemeni to a Kuwaiti.

On the fifth stair she felt his hand on her. She had found that her jeans being down around her knees impeded her walking to the stairs and even more climbing up them, and Farid greatly enjoyed the view of Marion’s comely bum. He slapped it and made Marion squeal, leaving a red mark.

Farid enjoyed that red mark on Marion’s fabulous bottom cheek. It was much bigger than Mimi’s. Marion’s bum wasn’t fat misshapen like many women’s her age. Her figure was indeed more voluptuous than her slim daughter’s and Marion had kept it in good shape. At 47 her figure was superior to many women half her age, and so Farid relished the french feminine feast that presented itself to him.

He held Marion’s hips to restrain her; she stood motionless on the fifth stair, he was on the second, he slapped her on the other bum cheek. Another red mark. Farid enjoyed how the pale white skin became pink, became red.

Then bending down slightly, he opened his mouth and after licking Marion’s left bum cheek, bit it and sucked hard. Marion buckled, she hadn’t expected any action on Farid’s part until the bedroom, on the bed. He was an old man, even if in good shape, but he had branded her there on the stairs; his white sex ****.

He moved back a little to study his work. It was good, teeth marks, his bite mark clear, red, on her white bum. Her perfume was exquisite, the love juice secreted by her vagina signalled her arousal and Farid, his sense of smell as keen as it had been throughout his career in the kitchens of restaurants in Algeria and more latterly, france, exulted in the fragrance of a white christian's cunt.

She had collapsed onto the stairs and worried that as her bum was pushed out he would take her on the stairs there and then, her poor bum stinging from the slaps and stinging and throbbing from Farid’s bite, but he hadn’t.

Despite Farid taking care of his diet and his physical fitness, he was still seventy two, fifty years older than Mimi and twenty five years older than Marion. That an Algerian man of so many years older than both of these french women could acquire them with such ease is a testimony both to him (and his wife who of course assists him) and the longing white french women feel for both Arab men and mixed race Arab babies.

Farid merely pushed Marion upstairs telling her he needed to fuck a white, christian woman as his sex ****.