The story of a christian wife

Mimi put her hand between her legs and gently caressed herself, softly moaning with both relief and exquisite bliss, her pussy lips becoming firm and moist. Chatting to Mu on her laptop had become the essential part of her day. She had tried to resist it. She had succeeded on the odd occasion, a whole day without being trained and pushed towards the Arabic sex that she had dreamed of, yearned for and caressed herself to her own sexual bliss and orgasm for as long as she could remember. But it didn't last, the morning after a day of abstention, she rose early and prayed that she had messages from Mu to read, and learn from.

Was there a time that she hadn't lusted after Arab men and their dominance, their control, their beauty, their confidence? Mimi couldn't recall a time where she had an awareness of sex and it didn't involve longing to give herself to those scary Arab boys at school, college, work, and well, wherever she saw Arab men.

It wasn't even that Mimi thought every Arab who she saw and subsequently that night clenched a pillow between her legs and masturbated about, had a huge cock. She thought that they might well have larger thicker cocks than french men, but that wasn't the essence of her hunger for Arab men. She simply knew they would fuck her as white women should be fucked. For , as white cumsluts, as christian whores for Arabic use. Mimi wanted to live a life of a christian whore for Arabic use.

Her masturbation had always featured any number of Arabs, of any age, and of any body shape. But she had resisted. Her social situation had determined that she would not taste the overwhelming paradise and bliss and frenzy of an Arabic cock; she was a white christian, her family were christians and their social community was christian and almost exclusively white. Her family were comfortably middle class; bourgeois. She was 'protected' as her parents little princess and always had been from the lower class immigrant Arabs.

Mimi, beautiful princess of the bourgeois christian white middle class, could never be involved with Arab men. And she hadn't been. But now, Mu had been working on her. And Mimi's yearning had grown so much. And Mu knew, oh yes, Mu knew.