Cassie Succumbs

The fifty year old Muslim man regarded his twenty year old white prey. They were by the pool once more, and his hand caressed her full ass. She was voluptuous. Big ass. Big tits. Breeding hips. Thicker in the waist than he might like, but corrupting a Christian girl was always right.

"I haven't been able to get you out of my head, Fahd," Cassie said shyly.

"Nor you, my precious flower," he said. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Umm ... I dumped my boyfriend. Joshie," she said, looking into his dark eyes. He smiled thinly.

"That pleases me," he said.

Together they went inside, and knelt together on Fahd's prayer rug. And she prayed for the first time to Allah. Prayed for the same fortune and success and happiness that he had bestowed upon her sister. And then they both pledged the nikah mut'ah, to be married for the night.

Cassie helped Fahd remove his thobe. He was so foreign. So exotic. So exciting, she thought. He pulled off her swimsuit bottoms and tops, as she stroked his long, heavy cock.

"So much bigger than Joshie's little pee pee," she whispered. Fahd chuckled.

"It's not even hard yet, pet," she warmed a little at the pet name, getting on her knees to suck on his cock. It even tasted different. At full mast, he was eight inches, twice as long as Joshie and much thicker. He helped Cassie up to the bed, leaning down to taste her sex before he climbed up her.

Cassie exulted in the contrast, in the size, in how taboo it all felt. It felt like she was being conquered and claimed by the older Muslim. His balls popped her ass, causing it to squeeze tight, accentuating the fullness in her pussy. She came, over and over, as he exerted control over his white prize. By the time he filled her with his seed, she was owned, just like her sister.