Sweetie please don't fart, I thought nervously as I stuck my tongue deep inside Azeeza Yamani's asshole. The curvaceous young woman sat astride me, her bum on my face, her huge ass completely enveloping me. The bed is shaking, and the open window does nothing to alleviate the suffocating heat of a midsummer night in London. I could barely breathe, but I loved it. Eagerly I licked Azeeza's asshole, loving the spicy, funky smell of her. "Lick my ass slave," Azeeza intoned, whacking me upside the head for good measure.
"Yes ma'am," I mumbled, and resumed tonguing Azeeza's ass. You're probably wondering who this is, I presume? The name is Omar Camara and I'm a young man of Senegalese descent living in the City of London, England. I moved there after receiving an international scholarship to study at Brunel University. And as you can tell, I'm having one helluva night thanks to my darling lady Azeeza Yamani, the bossy Saudi woman who stole my heart.
"You are so good at kissing ass it makes me wonder," Azeeza groaned, mashing my face with her ample posterior. I couldn't answer, for my tongue was so deep inside my lady's asshole, you couldn't tell where she ended and I began. I licked her ass, tasting her booty juice, as they called it. Earlier, kneeling before her, I licked her pussy so damn well I made Azeeza's toes curl. What can I say? I'm the brother with the wicked tongue.
Whoever says that Saudi Arabian women are soft, meek and submissive definitely hasn't met Azeeza Yamani, daughter of renowned Saudi political figure Amin Yamani, a man who counts among his friends and colleagues both the King of Saudi Arabia and the President of the United States. I guess you could say Azeeza was born to rule men, for the woman is practically royalty. "Stop," Azeeza commanded, and slowly she rose from her seat, my visage, and towered over me.
I looked up and smiled as I beheld her hairy cunt, and Azeeza's beautiful face glaring at me gave me pause. "I'm going to piss on you and you're going to drink it," Azeeza said, and I nodded obediently. "Yes ma'am," I replied, and opened my mouth as wide as I could. Moments later Azeeza's cunt let loose a stream of urine, a trickle at first, then large drops, then finally, the stream. My lady's golden nectar dripped onto my face, my chest and most importantly, my mouth. "Thank you mistress," I cried out, and guzzled up every last drop of her urine. Azeeza patted my head patronizingly. "You make a good pet Omar," she said snidely, shaking her head.
"Thank you mistress," I said, and slowly rose to my feet after receiving Azeeza's permission to do so. Standing before my mistress, I couldn't escape noticing the contrast between the two of us. I'm six-foot-one, broad-shouldered and dark-skinned, with a fleshy build. A polite way of saying that I'm chubby. Azeeza is five-foot-eight, curvy but sexy, with long black hair, dark bronze skin and light brown eyes. The lady is a vision of beauty, like the desert goddess that she is.