Two white women, impregnated by Arab men

Mimi sat Florence on the bed beside her. Florence giggled nervously. ‘You are really, really pretty Flo, you’ve got gorgeous hair, that deep red colour, what do you call it, it’s so beautiful?’ Mimi ran her fingers through Florence’s hair, it was shaped in a bob which suited Florence’s face perfectly. Florence, smiling and blushing though loving Mimi’s touch and compliments, answered that she’d always called it copper coloured. Mimi also loved Florence’s crystal blue eyes, her clear, milk-white skin and her shapely buxom body. ‘I can see why Farook was so determined to have you, he really wanted you, I could see, almost feel his hunger, fuck, he was insistent!’ Florence giggled, she was embarrassed to hear Mimi speak in such a way about her, complimenting her, but the giggles she was not able to contain, she giggled because Mimi was correct; Farook was relentless. There was no way that he wasn’t going to have her and absolutely no way that he would let her from his cock until she was pregnant to him and these were basically Mimi’s words and Florence’s thoughts. They both mirrored each other.

Mimi put Florence’s hand on her seven month belly and told her that before she knew it, her milk-white french belly would be as big as hers was now, and as for Florence’s breasts, which were already an impressive size, and beauty, goodness me Mimi said, they will be so delicious, so heavy, so milky, they’ll put mine to shame!

Florence protested that Mimi’s heavily pregnant breasts were gloriously heavy and looked delicious; Mimi nodded, ‘yes, I love them, so much that I wonder if it’s possible to keep them like this, by continuing to produce milk? Either way, yes, my preggo breasts are so hot, I wank my defeated hubby as he gazes at them, but he knows he cannot suck them. I've never had such udders before, but yours will be so much better’.

Florence didn’t answer, because she knew Mimi was right. Florence’s breasts even now were gorgeous, Farook had repeatedly enjoyed tasting them and told her how beautiful they were, ample, shapely white delights with mouth watering pale pink nipples which he couldn’t keep his mouth and teeth off. Mimi couldn’t see as yet, the bite marks on Florence’s breasts, proof of Farook’s ardour.

Florence remembered being pregnant with Khaled, she remembered staring at her ambrosial, bountiful breasts and extended thick nipples, and larger, darker, areolae in the mirror and her rapture at knowing an Arab had ensured she would have such milky beauties by fucking and impregnating her and her bliss that an Arab baby would be nourished by them.

Her body was Arab property then, and it was Arab property now.

Mimi asked her to take off her skirt and blouse.