First Date with Mustafa

You waited at home while Amanda and Mustafa dined at a local Middle Eastern restaurant. You had your dildo out, you'd cleaned yourself out. It was shameful really.

They came in, fully of laughter. They looked at you and laughed some more.

"You're right, he is ready," Amanda said, chortling.

They quickly withdrew to the bedroom. You followed along lamely. First, Mustafa hung the Algerian flag across one window. And the Syrian flag across the other window.

"The neighbors can see that," you protested.

"Do you think I care?" Mustafa shot back, shutting you up.

You watched as they made out. It was such a contrast, the Arab-African and the blonde model paired up. You gently introduced the pink dildo to your ass as Amanda pulled out his big, brown cock. Jesus. He was huge.

She sucked on it for awhile, Mustafa's dark eyes staring a hole into you. You looked away, focusing on Amanda's big ass. But that didn't last for long. She laid back on the bed, and he mounted her. You watched the Muslim drill your beloved, his thick shaft spreading her pussy out. She whined, she moaned, she begged. She came, repeatedly, but he pistoned in and out, like a machine. You spurted. He drilled. You spurted He drilled. Amanda was practically comatose. Finally he stiffened.

"Allahu akbar!" he cried, loud enough for all the neighbors to hear. "Allahu akbar!" He filled Amanda with his seed, provoking one last violent orgasm from both you and Amanda. He stayed inside her, his body dwarfing hers.

"See you in two weeks, baby," Amanda said drowsily.