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David Buckland couldn’t be more annoyed than he was over the past two weeks. The 17-year-old British teenager had packed his bags at his parents' behest and flown south over continental Europe to Algeria, a predominantly Muslim country in North Africa. David’s father, Thomas Backland, was a wealthy man in the oil and gas industry who had been hired by Algeria’s largest company, Sonatrach, as a consultant and advisor. He helped the company make more lucrative deals with other nations and businesses. David knew his father was good at his job, so it was likely that he would be stuck in this hellhole until he was ready to attend university, either in England or the United States.
They hadn’t lived in Algeria long, but David could already tell this was going to be a tense few months. He was living in an isolated, wealthy part of Algiers, the capital city, with mostly rich Algerians, their families, and the few other wealthy foreigners working for Sonatrach or Algeria’s other state-run corporations. He got along well enough with the foreign kids his age; they were in much the same position as he was, but from day one, he could tell the Algerians didn’t like him. If it wasn’t one reason, it was another, and they had plenty.
If it wasn’t because he was a white European, it was because he wasn’t Muslim. If it wasn’t because he wasn’t Muslim, it was because he generally stood at least half a foot taller than most of the Algerian guys. If it wasn’t because of his height, it’s because the guys would catch the women’s eyes wandering for just a second too long, and it made them feel insecure, even if they’d never admit it. And if it wasn’t any of that, it was because he was one of the few rich foreign kids who would stand up for himself when the rich Algerian kids would try to pick a fight or make fun of him. All of this combined meant that life for David was going to be pretty difficult until he could bail.
The adults were no better, really; they put a professional coat of paint on their prejudice, but it was still prejudice. Fathers didn’t like their daughters hanging around them or those like them, that is to say, foreign, non-Muslim men. On days when he was not stuck in the boring international school, he noticed the girls his age around his neighbourhood began to dress more conservatively, even more so than before. Their eyes shot him an apologetic look before otherwise ignoring his presence. It pissed David off; it’s not like he intended to knock their daughters up! He just wanted a normal sixth-form experience, to have a girlfriend and make out with her and stuff.
Needless to say, the frustration was beginning to get the better of him as David started to indulge in more pornography. He wasn’t usually this into it. Still, the lack of intimacy with girls his age and the buildup of stress from his new living situation led him to jerk himself off in the middle of the night with his laptop on his chest, an easily installed VPN bypassing Algerian government censorship. As time went on, his tastes began to switch from regular vanilla pornography to scenes that better reflected his current situation.
One night, “Busting A Nut All Over Veiled Muslim MILF” caught his eye. Curious and in need of another release after another annoying day, David pressed play. He did what he usually did, but he found himself getting a lot more riled up than usual until finally, he blew his load harder than he ever remembered doing so before. He was sweating, having to catch his breath as he came down from the high of orgasm. From that moment on, this genre was all he could consume; everything else just paled in comparison.
Videos of women with various shades of skin. All of them speaking in MENA country accents (or at least poor imitations of them), in a niqab and abaya, being seduced by men, usually white or black, getting stripped and fucked until all that was left was the veil covering their face and maybe some scandalous high heels. Almost every video would conclude with the man blowing his load all over the Muslim woman’s veil. That was the thing that usually set David off, leading to his own climax shortly afterwards. The desecration of something the locals held so dear, a woman’s modesty, was incredibly arousing to him. The young man’s resentment mixed with his arousal to create a powerful combination.
This is how things continued largely, frustrating days leading to the consumption of more pornography that involved seducing, desecrating, and humiliating a Muslim woman. It almost felt like a routine, something that had become as natural a part of his life as breathing. That was until something changed. One afternoon, David came home from school with a heavy sigh, throwing his backpack down and wanting nothing more than to grab something to eat and play some video games until his parents went to bed and he could blow off some steam again. He was interrupted, however, by his father, who stepped into the kitchen just as David was raiding the fridge.
“David, you’re back. Good, I have something I need to discuss with you,” his father informed him, his voice casual and kind. In David’s mind, it only served to further contrast his father from the tyrannical fathers who lived around them.
“Yeah, Dad, what is it?” David replied, only half listening.
“You’re mother and I are heading back to England for two weeks as of this Friday, as part of my job, I need to visit the City of London to negotiate with some of Sonatrach’s business partners there.” David’s father answered. David’s face broke out into a smile.
“Great! When are we going?” David asked, clearly excited. His father shifted uncomfortably.
“As I said, your mother and I are going. I can’t take you with me,” he said, sounding guilty. David’s face instantly became shocked, angry, and indignant.
“WHAT?!” David shouted. “How come?! You know I hate it here, Dad. Why would you force me to stay if you and Mum get to go home?!”
“Don’t raise your voice at me!” David shouted back scoldingly before taking a breath. “The company wants this to be professional only, so they don’t want me taking you, as they view it as a distraction. I was barely able to swing taking your mother with me. I want to take you, but my hands are tied.”
“Great, so you and Mum get to go home, but I have to stay here in this shithole with people who hate me. That sounds so fair to me!” David continued, ranting with no regard for his father’s excuses.
“Watch your language! I knew you wouldn’t be happy about it. Hell, I know you don’t even want to be here, but the choice wasn’t mine to make. Besides, it’s the middle of the school year, and you don’t want to fail your A-Levels, do you? You’ll need them to get into a good uni back in England.” David scowled, but he knew his father had a good point.
“...whatever, do what you want,” David said scathingly. His father cringed, hating upsetting his only son like this.
“There is one other thing,” his father replied, bracing for further upset.
“What?!” David shouted, having had enough of disappointment for today.
“That locals…they found out we were travelling and…they’re not quite comfortable with a teenage westerner having free rein of the neighbourhood without parental supervision. I advocated for you, but they wouldn’t hear it, so we came to a compromise,” David’s father explained, sounding resigned.
“What…was the compromise?” David asked, trying his best to keep calm.
“One of the local wives, Amira, will be babysitting you until we get back. She will be staying here overnight every night for the two weeks we are gone. She’s here primarily to keep you out of trouble.” David’s father, to his credit, did sound irritated by this. He didn’t seem pleased with having a stranger in his home. David, at the end of his rope but too tired to keep on shouting, just huffed and began muttering to himself.
“Great, so now I’ll have some tyrannical Muslim bint breathing down my neck for the next two weeks, all because my dad’s work is too stingy to pay for an extra plane ticket.”
“Hey, watch your mouth! I know you’re not happy, but I won’t have you spitting bigotry!” David’s dad reprimanded. David just glared at his dad and walked past him, food in hand.
“Bite me,” David shot back.
David returned to his room and sulked, lamenting how unfair everything was. He knew his dad was being sincere when he said he wanted to take him, but that didn’t change the fact that his dad was leaving him here to suffer while they got to go home to good old England, that green and, best of all, familiar land. David’s mother came in later that day and comforted him somewhat, being a bit more empathetic to his position, which David appreciated. She didn’t say it, but David was pretty sure his mother was beginning to wear thin of being here as well. He wouldn’t be surprised if, when he left here for university, his mother came with him. How that would play out long term, he would have to wait and see.
Still, the days passed, and before he knew it, Friday was upon him. David stood in the doorway of the Kitchen, watching his parents grab the last couple of things before heading out. As with any international journey, they were underprepared, like most people, and rushed around to gather everything they needed at the last minute. Finally, just as his parents gathered the last of their things, the doorbell rang. David’s mother answered, and in walked a very conservatively dressed woman, in a full niqab and abaya. David’s father approached her and smiled.
“Thank God you’re here. My wife and I are in a bit of a rush, so thanks again for agreeing to keep an eye on David. If you need to know where anything is or if you need anything, just let him know, and David can point you in the right direction,” David’s dad explained. The veiled woman nodded before shooting a glance at David, an unreadable expression seen in her eyes.
“We ought to be going, goodbye now!” David’s mother said, rushing both herself and David’s father out the door, placing the key in the veiled woman’s hand, before closing the door behind them. David and the veiled woman were left alone in the house together, staring at each other in silence with neutral expressions, until the veiled woman finally spoke up.
“I am Amira. Your father has agreed to let me keep an eye on you until they return. First and foremost, I want you to keep out of trouble. I know how your westerners are,” Amira said, her voice taking on a derisive tone when talking about westerners.
“Oh, really, and how are we exactly?” David challenged, not willing to put up with any nonsense.
“Unruly, undisciplined, ungodly, chaotic, and debauched, it is my greatest regret that some of your filth has managed to infect the masses of my beloved country. But some of us hold ourselves to a higher standard, and thus won’t allow you to have access to our young minds to infect them with all your lies,” Amira said, her voice sounding so self-assured in what she was saying. David stared at her for a long time, so long in fact that Amira wondered if he had fallen asleep standing up, until finally David simply walked past Amira and walked up the stairs.
Amira blinked, unsure of what had just happened. She had expected the boy to bend, not wanting to incur the wrath of his own parents, or even the local men. After all, it was the local men’s idea for her to be here; she’d rather be at home with her kids right now. But if any of her accusations about him based on his place of birth were true, it would seem unruly would be the most likely. Frowning under her veil, Amira decided she needed to lay down the law before he thought he could just walk all over her.
She followed him up the stairs and stood at the door of his bedroom. She knocked on the door before he answered.
“What do you want?” David asked.
“You are to come down to the living room right now and listen to me, or else!” Amira commanded, her voice hard and unyielding. David simply stared at her before bursting out laughing. Amira was shocked at this response, and David could see the outrage in her eyes.
“Or what? What are you gonna do?” David said, wiping tears from his eyes as he stopped laughing. “You can’t touch me, and I don’t think my parents would take kindly to you calling them. Hell, they might be annoyed at you if you do. So what can you do, huh?” David said, staring at the veiled woman as he spoke. Amira’s eyes narrowed before she spoke.
“Your parents have already told me what they expect of you. If you do not obey me and behave, then I will tell them, and your father will take you to task for it!” Amira said, speaking with a cold finality in her voice. David snorted.
“Sure, he will, whatever you say,” David said, before closing his bedroom door right in front of Amira. Amira stared at the door for a second before her eyes narrowed again. This boy was not going to make her job easy, but she wasn’t going to let him get the better of her.
That night, David did his usual thing and waited until Amira had gone to sleep in his parents’ room before turning on his laptop. He brought up a VPN, then went to his favourite porn site, and then proceeded to type in the magic words in the search bar: “veiled Muslim woman fucked by infidel.” A whole host of videos appeared, and David started watching the first one he came across. It was a video he had seen a few times before, and it was one of his favourites.
A western man, likely a porn actor, was sitting on a bed with a fully veiled woman. He began to seduce the woman, kissing and groping her body, until he finally managed to pull off her abaya and niqab. David had never been able to see the faces of the women in these videos, but based on the skin tone of their hands and their accents, he could guess that the women were from MENA countries, although they were likely in America or Europe for these films. The woman, now revealed, began to suck the man off before he threw her down on the bed, spread her legs, and fucked her until he came all over her face. David was getting so turned on that he finally blew his load just as the man in the video did.
Meanwhile, Amira couldn’t sleep. The bed she was given was too big and comfortable, and she kept tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. It was then that she heard the noise of a man moaning, coming from across the hall, David’s room. She couldn’t believe it; she was only here one night, and the boy was already acting so lewd! She got up and prepared to head towards his door when she heard another sound, one that she was all too familiar with: the sound of a man ejaculating. She stopped in front of the door and listened as the moaning subsided, and she heard David’s breath dying down until finally there was silence again. Amira knew that David was masturbating and had just finished. It was shameful, but she also knew that most Western men were depraved. She returned to her bed and finally managed to fall asleep, but spent the entire night dreaming of David and his depravity.
The next day, David went about his usual business. Amira remained largely out of his way as he had breakfast and grabbed his things. He decided to head out for a walk and was about to step through the door when suddenly Amira came walking in. She had taken off her niqab and was left in just her abaya. She was a very attractive woman with a soft face, brown eyes, and black hair. She was in her mid-40s, but she was well looked after, and it showed. David looked her up and down and smirked.
“Like what you see, you little brat?” Amira asked, glaring at David. David raised an eyebrow and looked at Amira before speaking.
“Don’t flatter yourself, old woman, it’s just not every day you see a veiled woman showing her face to a man who isn’t her husband,” David said, chuckling as he turned away, preparing to walk out the door. Amira was incensed. How dare he call her old? She was barely 45! She was about to yell at David when a thought crossed her mind, a thought that made her eyes narrow. She stared at David’s back for a few seconds before she decided to go for it.
“What if I gave you a show? Would you like that?” Amira asked. David paused and turned his head to look at Amira, confusion evident on his face.
“What are you talking about?” David asked.
Amira licked her lips before she began to unclasp her abaya, slowly undoing the buttons until she shrugged it off her shoulders. The abaya fell to the floor, revealing a white shirt and jeans. David watched as Amira began to walk towards him, seductively removing her clothes as she did so. She took her shirt off, revealing a black bra, and took her jeans off, revealing black panties. David looked at Amira’s body, noting how she had a decent set of breasts and an okay ass. He watched her walk towards him, a predatory look in her eyes as she did.
“What is this?” David asked again.
“You have a crush on me, right? You were looking at me when I first came in,” Amira stated, a teasing smile on her face. “You want me, don’t you?” David was still confused, but felt himself getting turned on. He could only nod as Amira reached him and began to kiss him before starting to unbutton his shirt. As she did that, she began to whisper in his ear. “I saw you last night; I know what you did, you dirty boy.” She began to move her hand down to his pants, grabbing his now erect penis. “I saw you jerking off to those naughty videos, didn’t you? I know what they are; I’ve seen them before, and I know how dirty they are. Do you want to re-enact one with me? Do you want to fuck me like that?”
David’s mind was racing. This woman was seducing him, and he didn’t know why. Was she just bored? Did she actually want him? Why was this happening? All he could do was nod as Amira led him over to the sofa and had him sit down. She began to take his pants off and then pulled her bra and panties off. She climbed on top of him and began to grind against him, kissing him and running her hands all over his body, particularly his chest. David closed his eyes and began to get lost in the moment. Amira could feel David’s erect cock grinding against her womanhood, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was getting turned on herself. She finally grabbed a hold of his cock and lowered herself onto it, beginning to bounce up and down on his cock, moaning as she did so.
“Oh, God!” David moaned out, lost in pleasure.
“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, you infidel! Fuck this Muslim pussy, you filthy degenerate!” Amira moaned out. David opened his eyes wide. Did she really just say that? David’s mind raced before he just decided to roll with it, lost in his own lust.
“Yeah, I’ll fuck you, you Muslim whore!” David said. Amira smirked before she started bouncing on his cock again, increasing her pace.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder, you dirty non-believer! Fuck this Muslima until you fill her womb with your filthy cum!” Amira shouted.
David did as she said, fucking her as hard as he could, holding her waist as he thrust upwards to meet her downward thrusts. Amira moaned in pleasure as she felt David’s cock tear her up inside. She was so wet, and he was hitting the right spot inside her. She leaned down and began kissing him as he fucked her. Amira was getting lost in her own pleasure, and she could feel herself getting close. David, also getting close, began to thrust into her with abandon, his own moans getting more frantic as he felt himself reaching his limit.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, you bastard! Fill me with your cum!” Amira moaned, and with that, David came, filling Amira up with his cum.
As Amira felt David’s cum flood her womanhood, she too came, her own moans matching David’s as they came together. After they finished coming, they stayed still for a few moments, catching their breath, before Amira slowly raised herself off of David. She looked down and saw David’s still semi-erect cock, covered in both of their juices, before looking David in the eyes and smirking.
“Thank you for the ride,” Amira teased, before slowly walking away from David and heading upstairs. David looked up and stared at Amira as she walked away, a dazed and confused look in his eyes.
The next day, Amira woke up first as usual and prepared breakfast for herself and David. When David woke up, he came down and sat at the kitchen table. Amira walked in, fully covered again, and sat down opposite David. She said nothing as she ate, and neither did David. They ate in silence until they both finished. Amira stood up and began to clear away the dishes, while David just sat there, looking at the table. He couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday, about how Amira had just come on to him. It made no sense; why would a woman like her come on to a man like him? She was older, more attractive, and more intelligent than him. She should have been way out of his league. So why did she do it? He needed to know. He waited until Amira finished cleaning before he finally decided to speak.
“Why did you do that yesterday?” David finally asked. Amira turned to David and stared at him for a while, thinking of her answer, before she finally spoke.
“To be honest, I don’t know,” Amira admitted, a defeated look in her eyes. David stared at her, and Amira looked back at him, a stern look in her eyes. David decided to press on, despite the look she was giving him.
“Look, I don’t want to pry, but you seemed to really enjoy what we did yesterday. I mean, you were the one who initiated it, and you even had a whole script you were using while we did it. That tells me that you’ve at least thought about it before, so what was it? Why did you decide to do it yesterday?” David asked, looking for any reaction from Amira. Amira simply stared at him again, her eyes narrowing slightly. David decided to take another route.
“Do you have some kind of fetish?” David asked, and for a moment, Amira didn’t react before she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
“…maybe,” Amira replied, and David’s eyes widened.
“What kind of fetish? Was it the age play? Did you want to corrupt me or something? Is that why you did it?” David asked quickly.
“No, you fool, it wasn’t about the age play,” Amira retorted, her voice gaining strength. “It’s about the corruption of a Muslim woman by a Western boy.” David stared at Amira, not saying anything for a minute, before he spoke again.
“So you get off on being corrupted by a Western boy? Is that it? You want to be fucked by someone you consider impure so you can be corrupted?” David asked, finally understanding. Amira nodded.
“Yes, that’s it. I saw your reaction to my presence, and I knew that you wanted to fuck me. I was curious to see if you’d take the bait, and you did. It was more satisfying than I thought it would be,” Amira explained. David stared at her for a moment, thinking about what she’d just said. He then asked another question.
“So this is the first time you’ve done something like this?” David asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” Amira confirmed, and David smiled, an idea forming in his mind.
“I see, well, why stop at just one time?” David suggested, a mischievous grin on his face. Amira looked at him and then frowned.
“What do you mean?” Amira asked, her voice wary of what David was suggesting.
“You’re telling me you never thought of doing this before you met me? You never thought of picking up some young Western boy and fucking him before yesterday? You expect me to believe that?” David challenged, and Amira frowned.
“No! I mean, yes, I mean, what I’m saying is that I’ve thought about it, but I never thought I’d actually do it until yesterday,” Amira explained, and David nodded in understanding before speaking again.
“I see. So, you’re telling me that you’ve thought about fucking a Western boy but never had the chance until I came along, and now you’ve done it, you don’t want to do it anymore?” David asked, and Amira paused. She looked away from David, unsure of what to say. David decided to push his case.
“Look, if you want, you can have me for the entire time my parents are gone. I can give you what you want, and I can do things your husband can’t. I can show you how good it feels to be with a Western man, and I can show you that your obsession with us is well-founded. What do you say?” David asked, trying to tempt Amira into his trap. Amira turned and looked at David, her eyes filled with conflict.
“I… I don’t know… I…” Amira stuttered, clearly not sure of what to do. David could see the conflict in her eyes and decided to play his trump card.
“Think about it; you’ll get to live out all your fantasies, and no one will ever know. Your husband will never have to find out,” David said, giving Amira a reassuring smile. Amira thought about this for a moment before she finally nodded.
“Okay, yes, we can do this,” Amira agreed, and David smiled.
“Excellent, then let’s begin, shall we?” David said before standing up and grabbing Amira, who looked surprised as David pulled her into the living room and sat her down on the sofa before standing in front of her. “Now, let’s start with the basics. I know you like to be dominated, so I’m going to take charge, and you’re going to do whatever I say, understand?” David explained, and Amira nodded in agreement, already getting into the mindset. “Good girl, now strip,” David commanded, and Amira did as she was told. She took her clothes off slowly and seductively until she was standing nude in front of David, who sat down on the sofa as he watched her. David looked her body up and down, taking in every detail before he spoke again.
“Good girl, now come here and show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do,” David commanded, patting his lap. Amira did as David commanded and slowly walked over to him before kneeling in front of him and pulling his cock out of his pants. She looked at it for a second, her eyes wide as she realised just how much bigger it was compared to her husband’s. She slowly ran her hands up and down David’s shaft before she finally opened her mouth and slowly took his cock inside. David let out a low moan as he felt Amira’s soft lips wrap around his cock, and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward slightly, pushing his cock further into her mouth. Amira took it and slowly began to move her head back and forth, sucking David’s cock.
“Oh, fuck yes, just like that, you’re doing so good,” David moaned as he ran his hands through Amira’s hair. Amira moaned around David’s cock as she continued to suck him, taking him as deep as she could. She could feel him pushing against the back of her throat, but she persevered until she finally deep-throated him. David let out an audible moan when he felt the back of Amira’s throat and couldn’t help but grab her hair and push her further down, holding her there as he began to thrust upwards, face-fucking her. Amira struggled to breathe as David used her mouth as a Fleshlight, but she didn’t fight it. She just focused on taking it until finally David let go, and she pulled back, gasping for air. David looked down at her, smirking at the sight of used Amira.
“Good girl, you took it so well. Now get on the sofa and bend over; I want to see how well you can take me in your tight little pussy,” David commanded. Amira obeyed, getting on the sofa on all fours and arching her back so her ass was sticking up. David stood up and walked behind her, pulling his pants all the way down this time. He ran his hand over her ass, squeezing it before he positioned himself behind her and pushed his cock into her dripping wet womanhood. Amira let out a moan of pleasure as David slowly pushed himself inside her until he was balls deep inside her. He pulled back and began to thrust in and out of her, moaning as he felt her tight walls squeezing him. Amira moaned underneath him, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts.
“Yes, fuck me, you bastard, fuck me with that big Western cock,” Amira moaned. David smirked and began to pick up the pace, slamming into Amira from behind.
“Take it, take my big Western cock, you slut,” David grunted. Amira continued to moan as David fucked her, his grunts matching her moans as he used her tight hole. He reached down and grabbed her hips, holding her as he slammed into her over and over again. Amira was moaning like a whore, lost in the pleasure she was feeling. It felt so good to be used like this, to be fucked like the whore she was.
“Yes, yes, fuck me! I’m your little whore! Use me like the slut I am!” Amira cried. David let go of her hips and grabbed a handful of her hair instead, pulling on it as he fucked her.
“That’s right, you’re my little slut, and I’m going to use you,” David said through gritted teeth, and Amira moaned in response, her own moans becoming more frantic as she felt herself getting close to orgasm.
David could feel her getting close, too, and he knew he was close as well. He wanted to make her cum first before he did, so he focused on her pleasure, slamming into her over and over until finally she cried out in pleasure, her walls tightening around his cock as she came. David felt her cum, and he quickly followed, his own orgasm washing over him as he filled her up with his seed. The two of them stayed still for a few seconds as they caught their breath before David slowly pulled out of Amira and sat back down on the sofa. Amira collapsed on the sofa next to him, both of them panting. David turned to Amira and smiled.
“You okay?” David asked, concerned for Amira’s well-being. Amira turned to him and nodded.
“Yeah, I’m fine. That was amazing,” Amira said, a big smile on her face. David smiled and nodded, glad that Amira was okay.
“I’m glad; I didn’t mean to be too rough,” David explained. Amira shook her head.
“No, it’s fine, I enjoyed it. It was exactly what I wanted,” Amira assured, and David nodded, happy he could give her what she wanted.
“Okay then, do you want to do anything else?” David asked, and Amira thought about it for a moment.
“I… I want to try something else,” Amira finally said, a slight blush on her cheeks. David looked at her with confusion on his face.
“What is it?” David asked. Amira hesitated before speaking again.
“Do you think we can try… anal?” Amira finally asked, a blush on her face. David’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Anal? Really? Are you sure?” David asked, shocked that Amira wanted to try it. Amira nodded.
“Yes. I’ve always wanted to try it, but my husband never wanted to do it with me. He always thought it was dirty,” Amira explained. David stared at her and then smiled.
“Well then, I guess we’re going to try anal,” David said before leaning over and kissing Amira deeply. Amira kissed him back, her tongue finding David’s as their kiss became passionate.
David wrapped his arms around Amira and pulled her close, enjoying the feeling of her soft lips against his. Amira wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair as she kissed him. David pulled away for a second to take his shirt off before going back to kissing Amira, his now naked chest pressing against hers as they made out. Amira ran her hands all over his chest, enjoying the feeling before David finally pulled away and lay Amira down on her back. He slowly kissed his way down her body, starting with her lips and working his way down. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, between her breasts, her stomach, and finally her womanhood. He kissed her clit gently before he slowly began to lick her, causing Amira to moan. He licked her up and down her womanhood before he finally pushed his tongue inside her, making her moan louder. David licked her out, tasting their combined juices before he moved back up to her clit and began to suck on it gently, causing Amira to arch her back and moan in pleasure.
“Oh, David!” Amira cried out, lost in pleasure.
David continued to lick and suck on her clit before he moved further down and began to lick her ass. Amira moaned louder as David licked her ass, preparing it for what was to come. He licked it for a few more minutes before he finally stopped, getting up to get some lube. Amira watched him as he walked away before turning back and grabbing the lube, walking back to the sofa, and sitting next to Amira. He poured some lube on his fingers before he began to finger her ass, slowly pushing his finger inside her. Amira moaned as she felt David’s finger inside her ass, enjoying the feeling.
“Yes! More!” Amira moaned out, and David obliged, pushing another finger inside her ass and slowly scissoring them, stretching her out.
After a few minutes, David removed his fingers and positioned himself behind Amira, pushing his cock against her ass. Amira felt him there, and she moaned, bracing herself for what was about to come. David slowly pushed his cock inside her ass, causing Amira to let out a loud moan as she felt herself being stretched out.
“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” David moaned out as he slowly pushed himself inside Amira.
Amira couldn’t say anything; all she could do was moan as she felt David push himself inside her. David finally got fully inside her and stopped, letting her adjust to his size before he began to move. He slowly pulled out before pushing back in, starting a slow pace as he got Amira used to his size. Amira moaned loudly as David fucked her in the ass, enjoying every moment of it. David picked up the pace as he went, his moans matching Amira’s. Amira’s moans got more frantic as David fucked her ass, her orgasm approaching quickly.
David knew she was close and decided to focus on her pleasure. He leaned forward and wrapped his hand around her chest, grabbing her breast and squeezing it as he continued to fuck her ass from behind. Amira cried out in pleasure as David played with her breasts, sending her over the edge as her orgasm hit her. She came hard, her ass tightening around David’s cock, which caused him to cum as well. David grunted as he came inside Amira’s ass, filling her up with his cum. He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily. David slowly pulled out and sat up, looking down at Amira, who was still lying down, her breathing still heavy.
“Are you okay?” David asked, checking in on Amira. Amira slowly sat up and looked at David before speaking.
“I’m fine, that was incredible,” Amira said, her voice full of lust. David smiled before standing up.
“I’ll go and get you a cloth; just wait here,” David said before walking away.
Amira sat there, a big smile on her face as she thought about what just happened. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to be taken like this. She never thought she could enjoy sex this much. She heard David coming back and turned to look at him as he approached. He was walking back with a cloth in his hand and a smile on his face. He sat down next to Amira and slowly began to clean her up, wiping away his cum and any other juices that were on her body. Amira watched him, a smile on her face, as David carefully cleaned her.
“There, all clean,” David said with a smile as he finished cleaning Amira up. Amira smiled at him before speaking.
“Thank you for today, David; it’s been incredible,” Amira said. David nodded.
“It’s no problem; I enjoyed it as much as you did,” David replied with a smile. The two of them sat there for a second in silence before Amira finally broke it.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” Amira asked, looking at David with hopeful eyes. David smiled and nodded.
“If that’s what you want,” David replied before leaning forward and kissing Amira on the lips.
Amira kissed back, a big smile on her lips as they made out for a few minutes before they finally pulled apart, and David lay down on the sofa with Amira, the two of them falling asleep in each other’s arms. David woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, a smile on his face as he remembered what had happened yesterday. He turned to his side to see Amira still asleep next to him and smiled, his smile turning mischievous as an idea formed in his mind.
He slowly moved his hand under the covers and moved it towards Amira until he finally reached her womanhood. She was still naked from last night, and David slowly began to rub her clit, a smile on his face when he heard her let out a low moan in her sleep. He continued to play with her, slowly bringing her to wakefulness. Amira slowly began to stir, letting out more moans as she was slowly brought awake by the pleasure David was giving her. She finally opened her eyes and turned to see David smiling down at her, his hand still rubbing her clit.
“G-good morning,” Amira said sleepily, her voice heavy with lust. David leaned down and kissed her before responding.
“Good morning,” David replied with a grin. Amira looked up at him and then down at his crotch, a hungry look in her eyes.
“I see you’re up early,” Amira teased, and David smirked.
“I think you mean up late, seeing as it’s 10 in the morning,” David joked, and Amira giggled. David continued to rub Amira’s clit before finally removing his hand. Amira looked at him with a frown and then spoke.
“Where are you going?” Amira asked. David chuckled.
“Well, I was thinking of getting something to eat. All that sex made me hungry,” David explained, and Amira blushed. “Unless you wanted to join me?” David asked with a raised eyebrow, and Amira quickly nodded. The two of them got up, and David walked towards the kitchen, with Amira following close behind. David walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table while Amira went to the fridge, pulling out some bread and ham.
“Do you want anything on your toast?” Amira asked as she made breakfast. David shook his head.
“Just butter is fine,” David answered, and Amira nodded before going about making the toast. She brought it over to David, setting it down in front of him before sitting down next to him. David took a bite and then looked at Amira with a smirk.
“I have to say, I didn’t expect you to be such an eager whore,” David teased, and Amira smiled.
“Well, after last night, I couldn’t help myself. I want to feel you inside me again,” Amira replied, her eyes locked onto David’s crotch. David chuckled and stood up, moving so he was next to Amira, and pulled his cock out, smirking as Amira’s eyes lit up.
“Go on then, show me how much you want it,” David said, and Amira didn’t need to be told twice.
She quickly moved between David’s legs and took his cock into her mouth, her hands running up and down his shaft as she sucked him. David moaned as Amira began to bob her head, her tongue swirling around his tip as she sucked him off. David ran his hands through her hair as he looked down at her, enjoying the sight.
“Good girl,” David praised, and Amira beamed up at him.
He had done it, he had beaten this woman, and he didn't even really have to try. Her own faults had destroyed her and made her his. Ironically, he was no longer too fussed about going to England; perhaps he could convince his parents to hire her and bring her over to England.
Questions for later, for now, he wanted to see how pretty she looked with his cum on her face.