Muhammad

Muhammad the owner and his hotel's work.

The following morning Muhammad was at the shop early and he looked carefully at Courtney, the belly dancer. He hadn’t considered her anything but an employee but this morning he wondered whether she could be his first white girl. She would be easier to seduce than a customer. Muhammad had the monopoly on her attention today with just the two of them in the shop, so he studied her resources.

Courtney was twenty seven, brunnete with blue eyes and curvaceous. She had been very attractive but her lazy husband her to work hard to help provide for them and this, and having their three children had caused her good looks to fade somewhat. Courtney was however, a woman who was sexy and fuckable. Muhammad paid particular attention to Courtney's large but well-rounded bottom. How could he have overlooked this fine plump ass?

As Muhammad watched Courtney bending down to place the newspapers on their stands, he was resolved; his brunette, shapely and comely assistant would provide him with an introduction to fucking English, compliant and easy-to-use females. Enjoying her devotion shift from her flabby white husband to Muhammad would be gratifying too, watching the idle wretch come into the shop knowing his wife belonged to Muhammad's Arabic cock would bring a wide smile of accomplishment to his face and added purpose to his fuck-tool. He approached Courtney ogling the shape of her ass stretching the material of her skirt; she turned around embarrassed, aware that her ass had been positioned very suggestively. Her boss had clearly been gazing at her bottom and she looked at him, embarrassed but was shocked to see him happy to return her gaze. He clearly had enjoyed the view!

Courtney had a virgin asshole. Her white husband had attempted on a few occasions to enter her tight asshole but she had been left with her ass stuck out unsatisfied and unoccupied. She was desperately upset that his soft, little boy pink dickey unable to penetrate her. She had felt his soft dickey-head ineffectually push against her but he was too weak, too flaccid and too spongy to gain entry into her ass.

So, it was with these memories of her feeble husband who preferred to drink than to take care of Courtney's long-suffering pussy and ass fresh in her mind, that she recognised the hunger for her Muhammad's eyes.

She returned to the task of sorting the newspapers, presenting him with the sight of her well-formed but nervous ass once more. Courtney's willingness to flaunt herself to him after he had openly been savouring the view was all the evidence him needed that she wanted Arabic cock.

She shuffled the newspapers in a confused daze. She craved a fuck from a real man, but she was married, and the man who was at that moment assessing her was her boss, a Arabic man-her boss! No Arabic man had touched her and her husband would be boiling with jealousy and rage if she allowed him to enjoy use of her.

But, she wanted a real cock. She wriggled her bottom, hoping to attract a real cock, pushed her butt out a little further, and closed her eyes, nervy and anxious, goodness what was she doing? Judy reasoned that it was merely a little fun in her drab, uninteresting life, but Courtney was still a young woman, with needs.

Mohammad, closed his eyes also, offering a prayer of thanks and praise to the one who had delivered this gift to him.

Courtney was on her knees; having quickly placed some papers beneath her knees for comfort-she wasn’t in complete control now-her body really wanted this. Her left hand was on the floor in front of her while her right hand pulled up the back of her skirt in an agitated attempt to entice her Arabic boss onto her. Her skirt length was a little below the knee so she had to pull a good deal of material up before her white knickers were revealed to him. She could not look at him, she dared not. She was afraid that any rash move might discourage the Arab from having sex with her, and feared that if their eyes met, guilt would prohibit him from sex with a woman who wasn’t his wife.

She wanted this-she was frantic for arabs sex after years of insipid white failure.

And so she did her utmost to excite him with her voluptuous yet virgin, white, american bottom, running her fingers between her smooth cheeks, playing with the material of her white knickers. She could hear him whispering in a breathless, rushed manner, and as he spoke in his own language she had no way of knowing whether he was about to consume or reject her.

She need not have worried; he was giving thanks to God for the provision of this large but mouth-watering, unbeliever white female for him to take carnal pleasure in and exploit, allowing him to spare his wife from his ravenous and aggressive sexual needs.

As soon as she heard his speaking stop and she felt his right hand pull her hair and head back and then his left hand pull her skirt up to her waist she both rejoiced and quivered. A real man wanted her and he was here, and he was going to have her! For the first time she would be unfaithful to her husband.

She could restrain herself no longer and begged him to fuck her, she begged Muhammad to devour her, and she breathlessly begged him to load her with Arabic seed, her decency and faithfulness as a wife flooded and swamped by her juices of need and submission to Muhammad.

Excited by her pleading, his hands tore at her white knickers, he didn’t have much time with this white woman before the shop was due to open with customers at the door, so he spurned any suggestion of tender foreplay, he simply needed to fuck this whitemeat, he needed to ram his erect, throbbing, thick, ten inch long, mushroom-headed ebony cock up her channel and feel her holding him in, and then flood her with Arabia.

Muhammad roughly ripped her knickers down, momentarily pulling her knees up to enable him to fling them away behind him. Her chubby, substantial, yet beautiful white ass lay before him, her tight hole anxiously clenched and quivering. Her cunt, with its reddish blonde public hair just visible to Muhammad opened for him, instinctively perceiving that for the first time in her life, Courtney was about to receive a top-qualitycock and sperm of distinction.

Muhammad quickly released his prized cock from beneath his clothing.

‘Are you my woman?’

Oh my goodness, ‘Yes, yes, YES!’

She felt his immense cockhead on her buttocks.

‘Are you my white bitch?’

She felt his rigid cock tease her asshole then move away.

I can’t lose this chance! ‘I’m you white bitch-please, master, please fuck me!’

He pulled her closer to him, the cock felt colossal between her thighs.

‘Are you Arab-owned?’

His cockhead was kissing her engorged, soaked and open cuntlips.

Too late to turn back, ‘Oh yes, yes, God I’m yours, I’m your slut! Please!!!!’

By now Courtney was overwhelmed by Mohammad, utterly enthralled by him. It had taken little more than five minutes, she was pleading; ‘I’m your white slut, please own me, breed me, breed me!!!’ She pushed her ass up, attracting him, her cunt now gaping, soaking for him, ready for his size.

Muhammad smiled and, satisfied that his white,brunnete, pretty, married belly dancer was sufficiently subjugated, he held her in position, completely under his control, and finally, in the first time in Mohammad's forty years, to the sweet music of Courtney's subservient and shaken yelping, his erect, hungry, heavy, Arabic cock’s bulbous spem entered a white female.

A month later Courtney announced she was pregnant, she had allowed Muhammad anywhere her pussy, it must belong to Muhammad . She continued to to have sex with me Mohammad Courtney

She finally give birth to dark-skinned baby.

She also gave him the name Ashley

We attend both Christian functions together because he's not just a Arab he's a Arabic with an English wife. And Courtney's is an woman with a Arabic husband. We both support the cause of peace in the world. If an English belly dancer and a Arab Christian in America can fall in love, then anything is possible by the Grace of God