Arabian Surprise

Brandon's lifestyle was well-known at school. His girlfriend Sandy openly wore his slave collar, and he loved to embarrass her in front of others, for example when he forced her to admit to her friends that being embarrassed turned her on.

Recently Yasmin, an Arab student who was about to get married, had approached him for a collaboration on the American Colonization Society for a school assignment, and they had agreed to meet at his place.

The doorbell rang, and when he opened, there seemed to be something different about her. Her rose-patterned abaya seemed to compliment her figure more than usual, and she also wore a different perfume. Brandon thought he could detect jasmine and sandalwood.

They sat together at his laptop where he showed her what he found.

'This is where Lincoln asked Congress for amendments to finance the deportation of freed slaves to Africa.'

She moved closer to him to look at the screen.

'I've never seen a white cock,' she said.

'Excuse me?' Brandon thought his ears played tricks on him.

'Well, I've never seen a cock at all,' she clarified and adjusted her glasses as she gazed at his lap, 'but I'm particularly interested in white ones.'

'So you want to see mine?'

'Yes, please!'

As soon as he had pulled it out, Yasmin fell to her knees, put her hands behind her back and offered her mouth.

Brandon folded his hands behind her hijab and started fucking her face. Her eyes grew wide and she struggled a little, but for someone without experience she took it extremely well.

After he pulled out, she gazed at the floor. 'Muslim women are not supposed to do this,' she reflected. 'I've been a bad girl. I think I need to be punished.'

Brandon pulled her across his lap and lifted her abaya. Now he realised why it looked different today: the little slut didn't wear anything underneath. He spread her cheeks to get a sneak peek at her lower holes before giving her a firm spanking.

With each smack she got wetter, and with each moan he got harder. When she looked well and ready, he spread her again, knelt between her thighs and aimed at her gaping wet hole.

'No!' she screamed. 'My future mother-in-law will inspect my cunt, and if I'm not a virgin, my family will literally kill me.'

'Oh, just the mouth so...' he replied disappointedly.

She gave him a sly smile. 'She won't be inspecting my anus.'

Brandon didn't have to be told twice. He rubbed her smooth cunt to moisten his finger and started inserting it into her asshole.

'Nothing vaginal, and obviously I can't be marked, either. Anything else goes.'

'Take off your abaya and stand with your legs apart and your hands behind your neck,' he ordered.

Yasmin did as she was told. As he fondled her firm tits and erect coffee-brown nipples, he asked, 'Can you think of a word for a woman who visits a man without her underwear?'

'Slut, sir.'

'What are you?'

'A slut, sir.'

'Whose slut are you?'

'I'm your slut, sir.'

He pinched her clit, parted her fuck flaps and rubbed his hand in her moisture.

He then moved it towards her mouth which willingly opened and put it in. Her tongue eagerly cleaned his fingers.

'Have you ever tasted yourself before?'

'I have indeed, sir.'

'You truly are a slut,' he stated and slapped her cunt, making her flinch.

He produced a set of clamps with weights which he attached to her stiff nipples.

'Sandy!' he shouted.

His girlfriend and slave was working in the kitchen when she heard him call and walked in. Besides his collar, she only wore a corset that pronounced her perky tits and stilettos.

'Attention!'

Sandy obeyed and assumed the attention position by kneeling down with her knees spread, pulling her prominent fuck flaps down and apart so they looked like the Greek letter lambda and folding her hands behind her neck.

'I want you to watch this.'

'As you wish, owner of the depraved.'

'Bend over the table and spread your legs,' he told Yasmin who gladly complied.

'Spread your cheeks for me.'

She put her hands on her buttocks and pulled them apart.

After he had lubed it, he aimed his cock at her rear entrance. The head slid in easily, and with one hard push he got in all the way.

'Yes!' she screamed.

As he began fucking her, he said, 'You're telling me you've never done this before? The first time is usually not that easy.'

'I've been training with a giant dildo, both my throat and my ass. Today was my only chance, and I didn't want to risk disappointment.'

'You're such a whore,' he said approvingly.

His thrusts became faster and harder until he eventually pulled out of her, sat on the couch and ordered her to kneel before him. He took off her hijab, grabbed her black locks and fucked her pretty face again.

After playing with them for a while, he took off the clamps. She was ordered to lie across a chair, and he tied her wrists and thighs to its legs.

Brandon then sat on the couch, took out his phone and called someone.

'Jeff? Hi, this is Brandon. You know, this girl you're madly in love with, Yasmin, is in my apartment now and serving as a sex slave. I know how much you fancy her, and I think you should get your turn with her. She's getting married next week, so this will be the only opportunity.'

Jeff was unsure. His fantasies about Yasmin had been of a romantic nature, nothing like this. He had no interest in BDSM but liked the idea of seeing her naked and maybe making love to her if she agreed, and so he told Brandon he'd come over at once.

Yasmin hadn't been aware of Jeff's deep feelings for her. He was a nice guy, and she liked him a lot. In a sane world she could have fallen in love with him, but the cultural divide didn't allow it.

When the bell rang, Brandon was sodomising Yasmin so hard that she feared the chair may topple, so he told Sandy to answer the door. As Jeff entered, Yasmin lifted her head, smiled at him and said, 'Hi Jeff, would you like to use me, too?' She tried hard to keep her voice steady despite being pounded from behind.

'This is not exactly what I had imagined.'

'What did you imagine?'

'Well, holding hands, gently seducing you and eventually making love.'

'I love that idea, but it could never happen because cultures fear each other. Would your parents have allowed you to date me?'

'No way.'

'And since that can't happen, there's only this. By the way, if you couldn't penetrate my vagina, how would you have made love to me?'

'I would have touched, explored and kissed your body, maybe asked you for a blowjob...'

'I'd love to give you a blowjob, but as you see, my hands are tied. But you can put it in, anyway.'

'But that's so degrading for you.'

'I love being degraded. Please, fuck my throat.'

Jeff hesitated but eventually pulled out his cock and slid the top of it into her mouth. She tried to move her head forward to get more of it, encouraging him to push it in deeper. In the end he had shoved it all the way down and started to slowly move back and forth while gently stroking her face and hair.

His cock was larger than Brandon's, and she loved having her throat filled like this. She devotedly looked up at him, and this look made him even harder. He kept a slow rhythm, careful not to inconvenience her, while Brandon sped it up at her rear end.

'Brandon roughly pulls my hair and aggressively fucks my face while Jeff tenderly caresses my hair and makes love to my face,' she thought to herself. 'I love it both.'

Brandon pulled out and started untying her.

'It's time for you to sodomise her now.'

'Oh, I'm not into anal at all.'

'Please, Jeff!' Yasmin pleaded with him. 'This time next week I'll be in an arranged marriage to someone three times my age. And the memory of someone who truly loved me having fucked my ass will probably be the only thing to keep me going.'

How could he refuse a request like this?

'Very well, since you asked so nicely,' he smiled.

Brandon told her to lie on the table again and hold up her ankles.

'This is my favourite anal position,' he told Jeff. 'From here you can watch her face, her tits and her cunt while using her.'

Jeff took his place, and Brandon lubed her hole for the final act. Jeff's cock slid in easily, and he began to fuck her slowly and gently.

Yasmin moaned with pleasure until her sounds were muffled by Brandon who turned her head sideways and fucked her face again while Jeff parted her fuck flaps to see her pink interior and started to gently rub her clit.

Watching her writhing body, her hard nipples, her fucked face and her beautiful cunt as well as listening to the muffled screams of ecstasy excited him more and more, his cock grew even harder and his thrusts became faster.

In response, Yasmin's noises became more frequent and intense.

Brandon now stood behind her, rested his balls on her glasses and gave his cock the final strokes.

'Open your mouth wide, slut! Here it comes!'

He shot a long thick stream of cum into the air from whence it came down onto her face and into her gaping mouth.

Getting her first taste of manjuice, Yasmin was delighted. 'This tastes so good! Thank you so much, sir!'

In the meantime Jeff had really gotten into it and pumped her rear like there's no tomorrow.

'Yes! Yes! Yes!' she kept screaming as she shivered and climaxed. 'Shoot your load into my slutty ass and make me eat it!'

And so he did. With one last push he relieved himself into her asshole, and after pulling out he caught what leaked out while Yasmin pushed to retrieve as much of it as possible. He then spooned her anus to salvage every last drop.

He walked up to her head and put his hand into her mouth as she eagerly licked it clean and savoured his taste.

'You can let go of your ankles now,' Brandon told her.

'Sandy, come here and clean up.'

Sandy crawled over to them, knelt in front of her owner and licked his cock clean. She did the same with Jeff's cock and then licked the remaining cum from Yasmin's face which she shared by letting it drool from her mouth into Yasmin's.

Eventually she knelt between Yasmin's legs, pulled her cheeks apart and worked her tongue far into her anus to get out whatever was left while gently rubbing her clit. This kind of pleasure, just like all the others, was unknown to Yasmin who soon orgasmed again.

After thanking her benefactors, she hurried home to put on her underwear before her parents returned. This had been the happiest day of her life, and reliving it over and over would hopefully get her through the hell that awaited her.