Mimi is taken upstairs

Mimi was caressed and fondled upstairs. Five pairs of hands stroked, rubbed and pinched her thighs and lifted her skirt and grabbed her bum. Two thirds the way up she was compelled to stop and support herself against the wall as the activity of the excited, aroused Arabs behind her caused her to momentarily lose balance. Hands were pulling her panties down, tongues were tasting the sensitive skin on her thighs and aiming higher.

Frenzied words were spoken in a foreign language eager and hungry for her. Mimi obediently bent a little, pushing her white bum out and rejoiced in the tumult behind her. She felt hands gripping her arms and pulling her bottom. Mouths were sucking and soaking her panties. Her knees gave way a little and she was supported by five elderly but energetic immigrant men. She was pushed upstairs by the five, impatient to access their white, christian property.

She was bundled into a room, surprisingly large for one upstairs. There was a bed and a couch. Immediately one of her owners knelt down and pulling down her panties pushed his nose into her wet, puffed up pussy lips and took a pleasurable deep breath and breathed her in. He sighed joyously 'you taste delicious my sweet white beauty'. The old man, who had sat with Mimi at the sea front, and who appeared to Mimi to command the respect of the others spoke and the who whose nose and tongue were causing her much embarrassment and a good deal of pleasure, pulled himself up off his knees and stood, with the others, facing her.

Mimi pulled her panties up and settled her skirt and did her best to calm herself.

The old Algerian faced her and stroked her hair. 'Forgive us, you are the gift that every Arab in this pretty seaside town dreamed of. The churchman's beautiful new wife. Those sunshine green eyes, those delicious lips, the bum we all imagined penetrating, invading. The white, christian pussy. Every Muslim in this town, from the boys in early teens to others who share our ages. All wanted you. And it is us who have great prayers of thanks to make.' The other assented.

Mimi blushed her deepest red. She wanted to be used by the Arabs, she was **** to be naked for them. She was afraid to appear a slut, she needed them to keep her, not discard her. It was up to them to decide how and when they would have her, not her. They were in charge. She was their property. Nevertheless, that they knew more about her than she had anticipated was shocking. They were more in control than she had imagined. It dawned on her that perhaps it wasn't just these five who had arranged this.

The old men stood around her and together, pulled up her tight grey teeshirt over her head and threw it on the floor. Instinctively Mimi covered her bra with her arms. Her arms were gently moved from her bra. The five then pulled her black skirt down and threw it on the floor. Now she had only her bra and her pink panties. She followed 5 pairs of eyes down to her panties, the damp, soaked patch. Tight panties, showing five old immigrants from Algeria that the churchman's wife was excited. Her puffed up cunt lips betraying her readiness, her ripeness for Arabic Islamic pleasure.

Ten hands pulled her panties down, lifted her feet and removed the panties. Threw them onto the floor. They licked their lips in anticipation. The christian beauty's pussy was beautiful, naked and accessible. Their Islamic victory was going to take place in her pussy. Her white, church pussy was for Arab Muslim use only.

Ten hands removed her bra, and two pink, erect, stiff nipples stood to attention. Five mouths watered, eager to taste.

The five sat on the couch and the eldest told Mimi to kneel in front of him and then he got his erect, dark Muslim cock out, put his hand on her head and pulled her towards him.