Iryna reaches Mimi's private room at the maternity clinic

Iryna arrived at the car park of the maternity clinic and parked her little white car. As she locked it, she pondered on the colour of her car and mused again at her surprise that Mimi had given birth here. She had understood that it catered only to the Arab community, why on earth was Mimi here. Mimi was white and french.

Still puzzled, she walked to the entrance, conscious that she was the only white person there, and aware that her clothing stood out among the conservatively dressed Arab Muslim women.

Iryna, in her short white pleated flowy skirt, her white stockings and pink blouse underneath her white cropped jacket was very much exposed in comparison with them. She felt that her knickers were so close to being on public display.

She made a show of trying to pull her skirt down to cover her modesty, but no success other than to draw the attention of every Arab man and woman. All looked at her and smiled. Unknown to Iryna, everyone knew why she was there and what blessings were planned for her.

Iryna asked at the reception and was pleasantly surprised that the middle aged Arab woman asked a handsome young Arab doctor to take her straight to Mimi. When she added that ‘she is the first white mother to give birth here, we are all very proud of her!’ Iryna was again puzzled that she would be proud of Mimi, any more than any other mother there to give birth, and when the young doctor looked Iryna straight into her blue eyes and added ‘yes, and we want more white mothers to follow MImi in giving birth’ Iryna knew that he meant her and she felt her pink nipples harden, become erect and push against her bra and her blouse. Her jacket was open and so, her breasts were on display.

She blushed and looked away from his deep dark, gorgeous eyes. He had seen her two flag poles.

The doctor told Iryna that her white legs looked beautiful in her short skirt as they climbed the stairs to the second floor and exiting the lift and turning left, pointed to the second door on the right and said Mimi’s in there, with such a warm smile that Iryna instinctively and breathlessly returned, thrilled that this beautiful prince of perfection had even noticed her short skirt, silently thanking Mimi for asking her to wear a short skirt, and display her legs.

Iryna looked at the Arab Adonis returning to the stairs; he was slim, but had arms that suggested strength and he had thick, black hair and he was clean shaven and she couldn’t help but look between his legs for his trousers were a tight fitting. He had an impressive bulge; she wondered if he availed himself of white women. She thanked him for his help, wishing that she could kneel before him and worship and taste the Arabic power that he had in that impressive bulge.

She took a moment to recover her composure and, still puzzled that Mimi was in this, the maternity clinic for the Arab Muslim community, pushed the door and was greeted by the sight of Mimi sitting in a comfy armchair. There were two small cots at the end of her bed. Iryna was **** to look at the babies but felt it proper to greet Mimi first and did so, gently hugging her church sister and kissing her on her cheek.

Mimi had been told as soon as Iryna had arrived and so sat herself in the chair and breathed deeply. She was nervous now, she worried whether Iryna had the latent submissive craving for Arab men that she,her mother, Louisa, Mabel and Florence had. She had of course, no need to worry, Dr Hassani had already set Iryna on the path of Arab Muslim conquest, all it was for Mimi was to complete Iryna’s submission so the Ukrainian brunette could serve and to taste the bliss that such obedience had brought Mimi.

Mimi held Iryna’s hand to bring her to the cots and blushing, pulled the thin sheet away from both babies and allowed the tall, white Ukrainian lady to see them.

Mimi nervously watched Iryna’s reaction; the Ukrainian lady gasped and then, blushing, looked at Mimi embarrassed at her initial reaction, and then she returned her gaze to the babies and behind those powerful spectacles which made her eyes look smaller than they were; her eyes widened, she whispered in awe, ‘they are beautiful, the most beautiful babies I have ever seen’ still staring at the two little coffee coloured newborns.

Iryna was absolutely amazed, Mimi’s babies looked so Arab, they had beautiful warm, brown skin, was that why Mimi was able to give birth here? Not only did they have brown skin, they both had thick mops of jet black hair and black eyebrows; nothing like Mimi, pale white, with green eyes and light brown hair. And their eyes were deep brown, Iryna was becoming damp, who had shot his load in Mimi’s white french pussy?

Mimi took hold of Iryna’s hand, ‘you must be wondering why my babies look so Arab’. Iryna mumbled something unintelligable, and shrugged and again, gazed at the two little girls lying there, who were by now awake. ‘They are absolutely adorable, so beautiful, so beautiful’

Mimi smiled and kissed Iryna on the cheek again. ‘I need to explain which Algerian Muslim shot his Arab load inside my unprotected white christian pussy’.

Iryna gulped as Mimi’s right hand went up her pleated mini skirt and rubbed her Ukrainian church pussy through her pink knickers and white stockings.