Femstan

The program that brought in refuges to be assimilated was usually pretty good at getting everyone involved to where they were supposed to be. Such as the new men being sent to do traport services jobs, such as trucking and cruising. While the women were sent to younger white men to deal with them for their own pleasure. They managed to do this most of the time, though there were a few exceptions.

Since effectively all Muslim countries are having problems to a greater or lesser degree when it comes to human rights and getting basic service, some are not really qualified to work in America. These unqualified tend to be those that have been hurt or even crippled by whatever Muslim regime they happened to live under. Now most countries would just send these people back, as they have no real value to a country.

America was far more welcoming than that and, of course, the greatest force for humanitarian aid in the world. So of course they welcomed them in, though they did have them working certain jobs. Mostly prostitution or helping the prostitutes do their jobs. As they were given vitamins and surgery to undo the damage as much as possible. These men and women are now trying to appease the white men of America.

One of these wounded refuges sat at the front desk of one of these special brothels. Her name was Nour, a common name in her former country of Tunisia. She left, as the flavor of abuse in Tunisia was beatings. She had an arranged marriage that had ended with her getting beaten black and blue by her paranoid husband. Who for some reason always suspected her of betraying him despite her never doing so and there never bring proof that she'd even thought it much less actually done it.

So she had fled to America and gotten her bruised and broken face fixed up far better than anyone in Tunisia could have ever done. She was in debt for it but far better working for the Americans to get rid of her debt than staying home and getting a fist to the face every five minutes from her husband. So altogether, she was very happy with her life choices. Though at the current moment she was bored.

As any white man had the right to come to the brothel and partake of those there. They didn't even have to pay, as the government covers it as a form of community service effectively. The problem was not many knew that, and those that did probably had women at home they could use to satisfy those more lustful urges. It was a bit disappointing, but it was what it was.

Nour at the moment was doing crossword puzzles to pass the time. She was shocked out of them when the bell at the front door rang. She looked up surprised someone had come tonight. As these were usually one of their dead nights where nobody came, to Nour's greater surprise, it was a young, tall, white man. She stood up immediately and welcomed him. "Welcome, honored customer. What can Femstan provide for you tonight?" Nour asked as politely as she could.

The rather handsome white man slowly made his way up to the desk, clearly nervous about being here. It took a moment for him to respond, but Nour didn't rush him; she merely stood there and waited for him to speak. He eventually said. "While I've been told this is a special place to have adult fun?" The white man said nervously with a red face. Nour immediately understood he'd heard of them but hadn't come himself before and so was very worried he'd walked into the wrong place and would insult them by calling them a brothel.

"Of course, sir, this is the place where young, eager, white studs may use the women of the East to satisfy your greatest carnal needs." Nour cheerfully to the still unknown white man. He gave a sigh in relief that he'd come to the right place and hadn't accused the wrong location of being a whore house. He then focused back on her and began speaking.

"Well, my name is David, and I would like to have some of the adult fun," David said, trying to sound serious while also not being obvious about asking for whores to screw. "What's the starting rate as well?" David asked, figuring that while the whores were indeed real, them being free to use by white guys like him was probably an exaggeration.

David had begun checking out the woman at the front desk that was in a rather revealing outfit. She had small breasts that were in a bikini top with Confederate flag colors. A pair of booty shorts with an obvious black thong sticking out of her ass for him to see. She has long black hair and an odd face. It wasn't ugly per se, but she had the too much plastic in it made her look those older female celebrities that overindulges in plastic surgery.

David found himself looking into her brown eyes that showed clear panic. "No, sir, we would never charge one of our betters! You may have fun with anyone here for however long you want." The woman said quickly and with authority, making it very clear to Dave that the moment he walked in, the place had become his own personal pleasure palace.

Dave wasn't entirely sure how he was supposed to respond to that. His rock-hard cock was eager to begin. His head, though, reminded him he'd been raised to be a good man, and a good man would ask the desk ladies' names at least before sticking his cock in every hole he could find. So deciding to be a gentleman cost him nothing, and so he asked.

"What is your name, lovely lady?" David is giving his best roguish smile and is probably failing, in all honesty. Though the woman blushed at being called a lovely lady, so it might have actually worked. She quickly responded, flustered and unsure of herself, for a second, clearly not used to hearing such nice compliments, at least not for her; those kinds of words were usually meant for others.

"It is Nour good, sir, and you don't have to be so polite." Nour managed to get out, then took a breath to settle herself and spoke to David again. "I am not worthy of such nice words, sir. You may find it better to refer to me by the usual names. Such as "slut," "bitch," "whore," or some other degrading name you personally would like to use for me." Nour stated it to David, who didn't like it.

David was rather horny and would not say no to having a woman, but he didn't just want to get his dick wet. Jamila had rejected him, telling him their fun last night had just been an obligation, which had hurt him a bit no matter how reasonable it was. So David didn't just want to fuck the woman in front of him; he wanted to woo her as well. That way he could prove to himself he could succeed at romance even if it was with a captive woman.

David reached forward and grabbed her chin with one hand and began caressing her face with his thumb. "No, you are a lady for me tonight, Nour." He said in the deepest voice he could manage, then pulled her forward with his hand so he could meet her lips with a kiss. Nour was shocked and didn't respond at first, not until David shoved his tongue into her mouth. Then she was out of her shock, and then she began participating, pleasing him with her lips and tongue as best she could.

The kissing went on for a long while; the sound of their smooching got so loud it started to echo in the entry room. Eventually, though, both needed air, and so their lips broke apart. They both took breaths, though, once they got enough air, as Nour was too shocked about David giving her the most romantic kiss she had ever had despite having been married for years.

"While that was a fine kiss to start with, will my lady spend the rest of the evening with me?" David asked the stunned Nour, who simply nodded quickly. She was too flabbergasted at being treated so romantically that she couldn't do anything else. So David walked over to her and took her hand in his. "Then let us continue this romantic evening." David said before walking deeper into the building with instructions from Nour on how to get to her room.