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Setting across from Kristian and Hanna, his wife, I admit that I found it difficult to think of anything else but fucking her.
As we sat outside at the small bistro, sipping sweetened tea, Hanna was showing me pictures she had taken of some of their sight-seeing around Rabat. I tried to concentrate on the images she showed me, and to listen to her enthusiastic appraisals of the architectural details of the various places they'd gone to, but whenever I looked up into her face, the only thing that registered, truthfully, was how much I ached to fuck her!
I kept being amazed at how relaxed and comfortable Kristian was around me. After all, he knew exactly why I was setting there with them. He and I had spent months chatting back and forth on line about the possibility of me getting Hanna pregnant (rather than him), and now here the three of us were!
I love Moroccan women, don't get me wrong, but Hanna was one of those classic European females, that many Moroccan men lust for, but rarely get the chance to have: Blonde, blue-eyed, slender, and flirtatious in a way no true Muslim woman would ever be; and it was that last thing, Hanna's unabashed flirtatiousness, that excited me so much! Also, the fact that Kristian actually wanted me to fuck his wife (with every intention of her ending up pregnant!), was the icing on the cake! Yes, what I was hoping to do was perhaps a sin in the sight of God, but I couldn't pass up the chance to leave my sperm (Moroccan sperm) inside this white European females womb! I mean, what human male could pass that up if given the opportunity? Not many! So, I did my best to go along with this married couple and bide my time till I had the chance to breed her.
As we finished our tea, Kristian suggested that the three of us retire back to their hotel room, and as we stood to go, and as Hanna readjusted the scarf over her head, that's where we went.
By the time we were in the room, I could hardly contain myself, and as I began undressing Hanna (while Kristian stepped back and watched, as well as taking a few photographs), Hanna and I suddenly became impassioned, and even though Kristian was barely three feet away from us, I began to devour this gorgeous woman as if I was starved, which wasn't all that too far from the truth of the matter; and bedded Hanna down, and fucked her with every ounce of lustful passion that arose from within my heart and mind!
We fucked for---I have no clear idea, but it was incredible. Hanna, though Kristian's wife, was a fantastic lover, and as I said, in spite of the fact that Kristian was there with us, not far away, I enjoyed myself immensely; and it was obvious that Hanna did as well.
I did my very best to leave Hanna full-to-overflowing with every last ounce of my sperm that I could summon, and as we laid there afterwords, covered in slippery sweat, feeling wonderfully exhausted, Kristian was beaming. He was happy! There was no other way to interpret it than that, and this contributed to my own feelings of satisfaction, ad pride.
Afterwords, as Hanna stayed in bed, I showered, and as I did my cock grew erect at the memory of it having just recently been buried to the balls in another man's wife's pussy; and not just that, but that I'd left several loads of my sperm inside of her as well; sperm that could very likely end up fertilizing at least one of her eggs; and by doing so, leave her pregnant with MY baby, not Kristian's. That particular thought thrilled me very much. The idea that I'd have a c***d (my own flesh and blood!) being given birth by Hanna, and it growing up in Europe, with all the many advantages that it would have there, left me feeling no longer 'sinful', but deeply, deeply pleased. In all likelihood I'd never see either Kristian, or Hanna after they left...but I'd always hope that they were caring for my c***d. MY c***d! Not Kristian's. But MINE, and mine alone!
But before Kristian and Hanna left Rabat, I'd be given the chance to breed her again, and again, and again, and again. But I'll describe those later on. God willing.
The End
Setting across from Kristian and Hanna, his wife, I admit that I found it difficult to think of anything else but fucking her.
As we sat outside at the small bistro, sipping sweetened tea, Hanna was showing me pictures she had taken of some of their sight-seeing around Rabat. I tried to concentrate on the images she showed me, and to listen to her enthusiastic appraisals of the architectural details of the various places they'd gone to, but whenever I looked up into her face, the only thing that registered, truthfully, was how much I ached to fuck her!
I kept being amazed at how relaxed and comfortable Kristian was around me. After all, he knew exactly why I was setting there with them. He and I had spent months chatting back and forth on line about the possibility of me getting Hanna pregnant (rather than him), and now here the three of us were!
I love Moroccan women, don't get me wrong, but Hanna was one of those classic European females, that many Moroccan men lust for, but rarely get the chance to have: Blonde, blue-eyed, slender, and flirtatious in a way no true Muslim woman would ever be; and it was that last thing, Hanna's unabashed flirtatiousness, that excited me so much! Also, the fact that Kristian actually wanted me to fuck his wife (with every intention of her ending up pregnant!), was the icing on the cake! Yes, what I was hoping to do was perhaps a sin in the sight of God, but I couldn't pass up the chance to leave my sperm (Moroccan sperm) inside this white European females womb! I mean, what human male could pass that up if given the opportunity? Not many! So, I did my best to go along with this married couple and bide my time till I had the chance to breed her.
As we finished our tea, Kristian suggested that the three of us retire back to their hotel room, and as we stood to go, and as Hanna readjusted the scarf over her head, that's where we went.
By the time we were in the room, I could hardly contain myself, and as I began undressing Hanna (while Kristian stepped back and watched, as well as taking a few photographs), Hanna and I suddenly became impassioned, and even though Kristian was barely three feet away from us, I began to devour this gorgeous woman as if I was starved, which wasn't all that too far from the truth of the matter; and bedded Hanna down, and fucked her with every ounce of lustful passion that arose from within my heart and mind!
We fucked for---I have no clear idea, but it was incredible. Hanna, though Kristian's wife, was a fantastic lover, and as I said, in spite of the fact that Kristian was there with us, not far away, I enjoyed myself immensely; and it was obvious that Hanna did as well.
I did my very best to leave Hanna full-to-overflowing with every last ounce of my sperm that I could summon, and as we laid there afterwords, covered in slippery sweat, feeling wonderfully exhausted, Kristian was beaming. He was happy! There was no other way to interpret it than that, and this contributed to my own feelings of satisfaction, ad pride.
Afterwords, as Hanna stayed in bed, I showered, and as I did my cock grew erect at the memory of it having just recently been buried to the balls in another man's wife's pussy; and not just that, but that I'd left several loads of my sperm inside of her as well; sperm that could very likely end up fertilizing at least one of her eggs; and by doing so, leave her pregnant with MY baby, not Kristian's. That particular thought thrilled me very much. The idea that I'd have a c***d (my own flesh and blood!) being given birth by Hanna, and it growing up in Europe, with all the many advantages that it would have there, left me feeling no longer 'sinful', but deeply, deeply pleased. In all likelihood I'd never see either Kristian, or Hanna after they left...but I'd always hope that they were caring for my c***d. MY c***d! Not Kristian's. But MINE, and mine alone!
But before Kristian and Hanna left Rabat, I'd be given the chance to breed her again, and again, and again, and again. But I'll describe those later on. God willing.
The End
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