"Arab dick doesn't do it for me and ever since my divorce, I've been exploring basically everything else," Noora Alzahrani said with a gleeful smile. The curvy, bronze-skinned and dark-haired, forty-something Saudi Arabian Muslim woman drew herself to her full height, a solid five-foot-three, and leaned against the windowsill. Heavy snowfall covered much of downtown Detroit, Michigan, on that fateful afternoon. Dr. Robert Harrigan nodded and smiled, beckoning for Noora to continue. Taking a deep breath, Noora returned to the couch and continued with her story.
"Please continue," said Dr. Harrigan, and the silver-haired, dark-skinned psychiatrist braced himself for what was to come. Noora Alzahrani, a wealthy Saudi heiress and newcomer to the City of Detroit, Michigan, is certainly full of surprises. When the good doctor met the Hijab-wearing, seemingly shy and reserved woman, he thought she was the demure type. As it turns out, Noora was anything but. The Saudi gal's stories would put a porn star to shame. Taking great care to conceal his titillation, the doctor waited for his patient to continue.
"I had a three-some with my neighbor Bashir Mattison and his lover Miguel Santos," Noora said with a wry grin. Dr. Harrigan crossed his legs, and Noora smiled before continuing with her story. The Saudi Arabian Muslim gal closed her eyes, remembering all the fun and wicked things that she did with her tall, hunky African American neighbor Bashir Mattison and his lover Miguel Santos. If Noora had known that bisexual men were this much fun in bed, she would have tried them a long time ago. They did things that she didn't even know were possible...
After leaving her ex-husband Hamideh Al-Harbi in Makkah, Saudi Arabia, Noora had a new lease on life. Moving to the City of Detroit, Michigan, seemed like a logical choice. Noora had about a hundred thousand American dollars in her bank account and took it all with her on her trip to America. Renting a two-bedroom apartment in a working-class neighborhood of Detroit seemed like a prudent choice. After that, all Noora had to do was wait for her work permit and other documents to arrive in the mail. Noora figured that her University of Cambridge MBA would prove useful to prospective American employers.
As intrepid as Noora was, she felt lonely in the City of Detroit, where she knew absolutely no one. One day, while doing laundry in her building basement, Noora met a tall, handsome young African American man named Bashir Mattison. He was quite fine, and friendly. Noora was lacking in male companionship at the moment and struck a friendship with the hunky Bashir. He didn't wear a wedding ring and didn't seemed to have a girlfriend. Noora figured that Bashir might be worth a few good rolls in the hay if her boredom persisted.
"Detroit has everything, Miss Noora, you just got to know the right people," Bashir assured her. Noora smiled and exchanged numbers with Bashir on that fateful day in the laundry room. He wished her a good day, grabbed his heavy clothes bags and walked away. Noora couldn't help checking out Bashir's fine ass as he headed out the door. Some ladies like a guy with a nice butt and Noora is definitely one of them. Hmm, the Saudi gal wanted a piece of Bashir's action...
"I think I started plotting to get with Bashir right then and there, Doc," Noora said with a grin. Dr. Harrigan nodded and uncrossed his legs. Noora leaned back on the couch, looking quite delicious in her long-sleeved blue shirt, too-tight black yoga pants and black leather boots. Noora's long dark hair flowed freely since she wasn't wearing the Hijab that day. Dr. Harrigan was struck by how much Noora resembled the porn star Pinky, whose movies he used to love back in his halcyon days in his hometown of Kingston, Jamaica. The Jamaican-American psychiatrist has always liked the thick ladies, regardless of skin tone or nationality...
"Please continue," Dr. Harrigan said gently, and Noora nodded. The Saudi gal grinned and regaled the good doctor with her tale. Dr. Harrigan found himself smiling as Noora told him about how she started spying on Bashir, whom a lot of the ladies in the building seemed to be into. Bashir had no girlfriend but had a frequent male visitor, a tall and handsome, bronze-skinned and dark-haired Latino guy named Miguel. One night, Noora saw Bashir making out with Miguel as they came home from the club or whatever.
