Louise attends her new owners

A day or two after Florence had been anally enjoyed by Farid, Louise was summoned to her new owners, Mr and Mrs Hajji. They were Moroccan and had been living in france for forty years; their five children were all grown-up, married and a source of pride for Mr and Mrs Hajji, the five children, their husbands and wives and the eighteen grandchildren that the old couple adored often visited the pleasant flat that Louise and her two children, Jameelah and Samir were going to.

Of course Jameelah and Samir had no idea of the relationship between their mother and this friendly, loving Arab couple but the clever Jameelah knew that they were Arab and Muslim just as she and her brother were, and not white and christian, as her mother was.

When Louise and her children arrived they were greeted by Mr and Mrs Hajji, and Louise was surprised and a little daunted that there were some other people present. The old couple introduced them. The two women were Arab and were the two daughters of Mr and Mrs Hajji. They were evidently most curious to see the white woman that their 70 year old father was to fulfil his obligations in. ‘Very impressive’ said one to her parents, ‘a blue eyed blonde, so beautiful!’

Louise, though relieved that the two daughters thought her attractive enough for their father, was nonetheless hugely embarrassed.

The first daughter said quietly to Louise that her two children were beautiful and so wonderfully 100% Arab, and after a short moment of staring into Louise’s pretty blue eyes, the dark brown eyed Arab lady said ‘I’m sure daddy will be able to achieve the same result in you’ and whispering in Louise’s ear ‘Arab cock only for you, I think’

The other daughter was speaking to Jameelah and Samir in Arabic and took them into another room, followed by her sister, leaving the aroused Louise alone with the old Moroccan couple, Ikbal and his beloved wife, Rana. They smiled and bid her to sit down.

‘How do you feel about me having breeding rights to you, Louise?’ Louise squirmed a little and then decided to be as blunt with her new owners as they were with her, ‘I love it, I really love it’ and turning to Rana, she said ‘I give thanks every day for my son and daughter and that they are 100% Arab Muslims, I’m completely and utterly a white submissive. I need and I crave Arab sex and’ turning to Ikbal, ‘I beg you to fill me with your Moroccan cock so I can have a Moroccan Muslim baby.’

Rana sat next to Louise and putting her hand on Louise’s right knee (she was wearing a knee length denim skirt) she parted the white woman’s knees enough for her husband who was sitting opposite to have a good view of enough of two pretty white thighs to give him a healthy, strong erection.

Ikbal bent his head down a little in order to see further up Louise’s skirt. ‘Up there I think you’ll prove that not just your face is pretty. Are you blonde up there too?’ Louise, her neck turning bright red despite herself, nodded.

Ikbal, told her that he had never had the opportunity to breed a french woman before , times were different in the past, but now he was much looking forward to being a father for a sixth time. He added, with a smile that he was going to fuck her white genes out of her and replace them with quality Arab ones. Louise, placing Rana’s hand back on her knee as a sign of her white subjugation, replied ‘ that’s exactly what I want, flood me with your thick, hot, Arab sperm’.

Rana told her that she was a good white bitch and motioned her to stand up, Rana gave her two bags of clothing asking her to put them on here so she and Ikbal could parade her to their community.

Louise looked in the bags and emptied them onto the settee; Louise was 31 and five feet seven inches tall. Ikbal was not more than five feet two and in his seventies. His wife was a similar age and less than five feet tall. She saw amongst the clothes, a pink collar in the bag together with a pink lead.