Doctor Hassani begins to train Iryna

Doctor Hassani stood at the bottom of the bed and looked at his conquered prey as she lay on the bed, staring back at him. She was on her elbows so her head was slightly raised and her knees were bent and her legs splayed and the angle that she presented to the good doctor enabled him to look up her short skirt.

He looked at Iryna and waited to see if chose to adjust herself because of what she was displaying to him; she didn’t. Her face showed clear signs of embarrassment, or perhaps more accurately nervousness, but she didn’t move. If anything she spread her thighs wider to give him a better view of herself.

The Ukrainian church lady was not, you may remember, wearing any knickers. Mimi had removed them when they were alone in her room. Iryna even while lying there, exposing herself, was tormented with guilt, she was a christian, she attended Mimi’s church every Sunday, she attended church groups, as Mimi did, and now she was exhibiting her most private parts to a Muslim, an Arab Muslim, who while pleasant and absolutely gorgeous, was, Iryna was certain, a predator of white women for his Arab Muslim community.

She was certain of all that, but still she wanted to worship him, and have him fill her with his glorious Muslim cum.

Doctor Hassani told Iryna that his name was Rashid, and got on the bed to study what she had to offer under her skirt. He looked at her in the same way an art critic would look at a painting and Iryna was mortified; she thought of her christian family, now in Poland, she thought of her her christian brothers and sisters from the church, and here she was, her vagina being inspected by an Arab Muslim man. Of course he was a doctor and she could have imagined that he was examining her medically, but he wasn’t. He was establishing the state of affairs. He was the dominant Arab Muslim man, she was the acquiescent white christian woman.

And, both Rashid and Iryna desired it that way.

Rashid gently ran his finger around and up and down, and inside, Iryna’s vagina. She quivered and panted, and he tasted.

‘You taste good, Iryna, you taste of white beauty, white subjugation and white need’, Iryna reached down to rub herself, she didn’t know what to say other than a weak ‘thank you’.

Rashid moved her hand away and began to eat, his tongue gaining entrance, pushing aside her labia and moving his tongue up and down, collecting the juice that she was producing and savouring its taste, the flavour of compliant white defeat, the rapture of Arab conquest; he then gently but irresolutely, entered her with his tongue and began to fuck her with more authority, more prowess and more violation than any of the Ukrainian man who attempted to satisfy her with his unskilled pink dick. She moaned with defeat and joy and began to stroke Rashid’s head pulling him onto her vagina, desiring him to be deep inside her.

He knew that he had complete control of her and knowing that his time was limited, while he kissed her cunt, ate her cunt and drank her cunt, calculated the most effective way to subjugate this white christian female in the short time that he had.

Iryna was in bliss, in her own rapture, his tongue was in her, pleasuring him and giving her the will to open wide to Arab usage and Arab yearning, she pushed his head in her, both hands on him, begging him, pleading with him, and he gripped her thighs and made love to her orally, plunging his tongue deeper than the pink dicked white man had managed before squirting his mess into the condom that Iryna had insisted he wore, but now she squealed with euphoria, shaking and closing her thighs so they gripped Rashid’s head, deep as he was inside her. Her mind, heart and soul was full of him, as her cunt was full of him.

She was an easy oral fuck, but then, he found that most white women were. They had no experience of men who could actually fuck, could actually please a woman and so when they experienced Rashid and his Arab brothers, the white women capitulated in minutes.

He got up and went to the sink, washed his face and rinsed his mouth. He looked at the exhausted white woman on his bed, her thighs again spread wide, her cunt, leaking her juice.

He approached her and kissed her on her forehead. He had planned to fucked her face but he didn’t really have the time and looking at Iryna, realised that today, it wasn’t really necessary. Mimi’s church sister was going to be receptive easily, and soon.

He decided that he would take her to see Louise the next day.