Judy does as she is told

The first few customers were all men, buying their newspapers and cigarettes before they went to work. Zaid decided to reinforce his dominance over Judy by making her serve them all while he sat on a chair in the corner of the counter, interspersing a comment about the news of the day during his celebratory analysis of Judy's body. Her short jacket was fastened to hide the semen that landed on her top. He knew that he was unsettling the english woman, the fleeting, nervous, aroused glances she gave him and the red blotches on her neck and face give away her discomfort. She hadn't adjusted her skirt properly, scrunched up it was a couple of inches higher than it should have been and her Somali boss was enjoying the view of her gorgeous white legs.

He needed to fuck her again, immediately, she was pretty, blonde, blue eyes and her breasts and bottom were of an impressive shape and size; and she was christian. She looked at him again, the blue of her eyes seemed to Zaid to shine, her long eyelashes enhancing her appeal. She was fearful that her first experience of magnificent ethnic cock would be her last and she would have to settle for her husband's infrequent pitiable drunken attempts at maintaining an erection in his stubby pink dick; that wasn't sex, it was a chore.

Zaid whispered quietly when the shop had emptied, that she wasn't to wear knickers in his presence. 'I want your english cunt and asshole accessible and to hand whenever I wish'. Judy beamed with joy and almost skipped down the counter, barely suppressing an urge to rub her clit such was her delight. Her pussy lips were spread, and she was excessively lubricated by juices produced by thoughts of Muslim, Somali sex.

'Well?' Zaid asked resolutely, 'have you got knickers on? Come here quickly so I can check you.' Judy did as she was told but said 'I'm sorry sir, I didn't think, shall I take them off?'

'Well yes, I don't want you wearing underwear which will impede me when I want to get at you; come here!'. Judy was so wet down there that she feared Zaid would suspect her of peeing in her knickers and so she tried to avoid his summons. Zaid hissed 'COME!' and she timidly approached him, embarrassed at the soaked state of her pussy and knickers but at the first touch of his large strong fingers reaching up her skirt, she grabbed his hand and pulled it onto her pussy-she craved his touch-her breathing became erratic, an uncontrollable moaning escaped her lips, her heart beat became faster, faster, faster. She pushed her clit up against his fingers; he stroked and gently squeezed her; she tensed every inch of my body, her legs straightened, her eyes closed, she held her breath and then, and then ... a spurt of watery fluid squirted from her cunt onto Zaid's fingers and lightning bolts shot through her, so powerful she could almost see them: she COULD see them, white flashes before her closed eyes, as her back arched violently up, her shoulders back, the name of Zaid on her lips in a cry of joy, and pleasure, and release.

Zaid withdrew his hand, dripping with her juice; he marvelled at her orgasm, it was almost spontaneous with the touch of his hand on her.

Judy, breathless and her legs shaking from her shuddering, irresistible climax, gazed at the Muslim man, speechless, stunned at her instant and absolute capitulation to him.

Zaid awoke from his reverie 'quickly, go on inside and remove them and don't put them back on until you go home. I want you serving customers with no knickers covering your Somali owned white cunt'. If a customer came in now, how could he explain the scene which would meet them? He had lost control, but his capacity to handle the white woman with such ease thrilled him. He made no reference to her climax; Judy's mortification mingling with her clearly evident sexual attraction to him was enough for him for now.

As Judy went through the door to the back, a white female customer came into the shop, a tall young redhead pushing a buggy with a baby inside it.

Zaid prayed thanks that this mother hadn't arrived a minute earlier; Zaid's 'encounters' with english women had to be more disciplined, he had to remain in control of himself. Irrespective of whether the wanton behaviour of Judy was common to other white women, he had to take control of whatever the situation and also take control hopefully, of them!

He did wonder however if he might possibly be permitted to have little more fun with another english woman, so he moved to the counter to greet her. Surely though, with the woman a mother to a baby, there couldn't be a repeat of Judy's capitulation (Zaid did like that word!).

She was tall, almost as tall as Zaid and she was slim with good sized breasts, pale skinned with plenty of freckles on her face and her bare arms, she wore a loose fitting pink top and Zaid noted with relish that she had a tight pink skirt and bare legs which were similarly pale, with some freckles but less than her face and arms. Her hair was a rich copper colour and she wore it long and loose. She had beautiful light brown eyes; she smiled wearily at Zaid 'hello, can I have a couple of lottery scratch cards and these mints please?'

Zaid gave her the cards and her change. He decided to chat.