His Raging Somali Erection

With Abi's baby, Yusef, in the capable and adoring care of the freshly-used 40 year old surrogate Aunty, Judy, Abi followed Zaid down the dark corridor and around a corner to Zaid's office. There was a dim light on the the office, which had a frosted glass window. Light could be seen emanating from the office, but the textured glass prevented anyone from seeing what was going on inside.

Abi trusted her Somali captor unreservedly. She didn't know just what kind of adventure he was going to give her, but she knew that she could trust him to make it wonderful and amazing. Zaid, for his part, had never before felt his cock so desperately hard, so eager to be drained. He mentally kicked himself for waiting 25 years to act out his fantasy of sexually using white women. But this was turning out to be a marvelous day, and his rigid cock seemed eager to make up for lost time.

He shut and locked the office door after Abi had passed through it, and he motioned her into a chair, upholstered with green leather and brass buttons. When the lock on the door was clicked shut, Abi had a moment of tension, a burst of adrenaline. But she was not scared. She was ready. Hundreds of hours of watching interracial, interfaith porn, all featuring brown or black cocks, made her feel confident and up to the task. She wondered if the 50-year-old Somali shop keeper would be gentle with her? Would he slowly stroke her, speak softly in her ear, and woo her?

Zaid unzipped and liberated his long, thick, black-as-midnight cock from his trousers. Abi was stunned. Seeing a monster Muslim missile like Zaid's in person was ... well, it was infinitely beyond watching a video on her laptop. For one thing, she saw it in 3D; as he stood before her, the smooth bald "helmet" of the shop keepers massive dick was less than a foot from her 19-year-old mouth, mere inches from the fringe of copper-coloured hair that framed her pretty white face. The perspective made it seem like some seething, wriggling boa constrictor, the head looking especially engorged and enormous.

But it wasn't just the shape of the thing. The way it fell out of Zaid's trousers made it seem denser, heavier than any white man's cock ... as if it must have weighed several kilograms. She wondered if Muslim men's cocks were actually more dense than those of white British men. But she didn't have much time to ponder the question, for in two seconds, Zaid's cock had gone from falling rubber-like from his pants, to standing infinite rigid, hard, iron-like, and erect. Large, urgent veins surrounded his beautiful black beast of a cock, and were supplying Islamic blood into the erectile tissue of Zaid's massive weapon. He spoke with authority, as one who expected to be obeyed without question:

"Polish my knob now, pet! Go down on me and worship my dominant fuck-stick!"

Abi didn't need to be told twice, because this was just the way she had hoped the older shop keeper would treat her. She immediately put the enormous head in her mouth. She pulled back for a few seconds and ran her tongue up, down, and around his unyielding fuck pole. Then, back in between the bright red lipstick of her mouth and all the way down her throat in one go! Zaid couldn't believe his great fortune. This 19-year-old redhead was in possession of pro cock-sucking skills! It was all he could do to keep from cumming with that very first plunge, the very first time his enormous cock helmet widened her little wet christian church-choir throat! He almost blew his second enormous load of the morning down into her waiting gullet. But he held fast, wanting to extend the pleasure.

She looked up at her master, her captor, with humble, grateful eyes. Something about the freckles on her pale face just drove Zaid absolutely mad. He grabbed his cock out of her mouth with his right hand and used it like a policeman's night stick to whip her face - left, right, left, right! Then, suddenly, he plunged his Somali fuck spear into her mouth again, and thrust it in until his balls bounced happily on her little teenage chin. "What a tremendous SLUT she is," Zaid thought. But now he was losing control.

He grabbed the back of Abi's head with his two large, strong, black hands, and used it to **** her head down onto his raging cock, fucking her mouth like it was a cunt. In all, he lasted about 55 seconds before spurting five thick ropes of Islamic lust lotion into his waiting, eager, obedient, christian vessel, his redheaded cum dumpster. Magnificent!

"I'm sorry if that was too quick, Sir! I meant to make it last longer!" chirped Abigail meekly, afraid that her new superior Muslim friend would be angry.

"No worries, my pet! I can easily cum again!"

Abi swiped her tongue around her lips to catch the last few drops of potent Muslim semen that weren't already swimming around in her belly. She leaned forward on the green chair and started ministering orally to Zaid's now temporarily flacid cock.

"That's it, baby. Suck it nicely, Abi. Get Daddy hard again."