The Sheikh Sires

It was still a bit difficult to get used to. The looking pretty part was easy enough -- she was used to being dolled up and strutting her stuff. And Nasir was a perfectly handsome man, generous and fit and endowed. But to be part of a harem, to fit your love life into the whims of another, and in competition with others -- that took getting used to.

She tried to be pleasing and submissive and exquisite. But she was still surprised when she'd been summoned -- not to suck cock, not to get fucked, not even to be his obliging arm candy -- but for breeding.

"Hello, my Sheikh," Katie said to him shyly. Nasir chuckled, wrapping his arm around Katie's waist and pulling him into me.

"Such a fair beauty," he said, giving her a twirl, back into his arms. "One of the most beautiful girls I've had the pleasure of possessing."

"You honor me, Sheikh," Katie said, feeling a bit reticent. Nasir chuckled.

"You're quiet today," Nasir said. "Speak, pet."

"I'm just ... surprised you want to breed me, my Sheikh," Katie said.

"Ah. I see Ayesha mentioned that to you. And you wonder why?"

Katie nodded.

"Many of the girls I claim ... they perhaps aspire to the lifestyle more than the culture. They want to live rich and wear silks and be idle. But bearing a Muslim child, helping to mold and guide that child from a decidedly non-Western perspective ... that is an altogether different undertaking."

Nasir untied her robe. She was exquisitely waxed and bathed, smelling just how Nasir liked. He kissed her. She tasted as he liked too.

"So for those girls, I delay. Not because I don't want to. Because in the beginning it is more hassle than it is worth."

"And for me?" Katie asked, her blue eyes gleaming.

"I've done my research, you know," Nasir said. "It isn't just the simple lure of Lamar that coaxed you in. I know your family history. That you have a brother, J.D. That your mom was married to a Black man. That your mother is married to an African man now. I think that kind of history lends itself to being more ... open."

"Yes," Katie said, blinking her big blue eyes. He did seem to know everything about her. It unnerved her sometimes, but he was wise and strong and hung. Perhaps he did know best. But even if he didn't ... she signed up for this, for better or worse.

He made love to her, his long fat cock disappearing inside her white pussy, the smooth cuntwalls gripping his large prick tightly. She wrapped her long, alabaster legs around him, pulling him in deep with each stroke, and when he came, it was directly into her womb. Perhaps now that he has bred her, she'd be his favored girl.