Judy was on her knees, having quickly placed some papers beneath her knees for comfort. 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 the black man 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 Muslim 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.
And so she did her utmost to excite him with her 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 Christian white female for him to take carnal pleasure in and take advantage of, allowing him to save his wife from his more challenging and aggressive sexual needs.
As soon as she heard his speaking stop and she felt his right hand pull on her hair and his left pull her skirt up to her waist she rejoiced. A real man wanted her and he was here, and he was going to have her! She could restrain herself no longer and begged Zaid to fuck her, she begged Zaid to thrash her, and she begged him to load her with Somali seed.
Excited by her pleading, Zaid’s hands tore at her white knickers, he didn’t have much time with this white woman before the shop was due to open and so he spurned any suggestion of tender foreplay, he simply needed to fuck this whitemeat, he needed to ram his black cock up her channel and feel her holding him in, and then flood her with Somalia.
Zaid roughly ripped her knickers down, momentarily pulling her knees up to enable him to fling them away behind him. Her generously sized, curvaceous white ass lay before him, her tight hole clenched and quivering. Her cunt, with its reddish blonde public hair just visible to Zaid opened for him, instinctively perceiving that for the first time in her life, Judy might be about to receive a top-quality cock and sperm of distinction: African sperm.
‘Do you want Somali cock?’
‘Yes, yes, YES!’
‘Beg!’
‘Please, master, please!’
‘Does you white cunt belong to me?’
‘Oh yes, yes, I’m yours, I’m your slut! Please fuck me!!’
‘Good Christian slut-I own your three pink holes.’
By now Judy was overwhelmed by Ziad, utterly enthralled by him. It had taken little more than five minutes; 'I'm your Christian slut, please own me, breed me, breed me!!! She pushed her ass up, attracting him, her cunt now soaked ready for his size.
Zaid smiled and, satisfied that his white, blonde, pretty, married assistant was sufficiently tamed, he stood up, undressed and finally, in the first time in Zaid's fifty years,his erect, hungry, broad, heavy, eight inch black cock prepared to taste a white female.
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