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From reading the title, you would probably surmise that this story is about a beautiful woman and a dashing young or middle-aged guy from the Middle East. If you thought that, you would’ve been half right. This story does feature a beautiful woman, in fact, a beautiful young woman – my 18 year-old daughter, Alexis (I’ll be referring to her with the name she’s more commonly called by – Lexi). The Arabian knight in this story, however, is not so young or dashing because he happens to be 67 years...
Listen, the world kind of sucks right now. Even I can’t go plowing pussy as much as I’d like without throwing a goddamn gas mask on. But, as with many other markets, the porn industry is thriving better than ever. In a time where we can’t go fucking random whores we meet in a bar, we can jerk our dicks to live cam sluts. That’s pretty much the next best thing. Sure, it’s not the same. But a private cam show is probably the closest most of you pathetic cucks will ever get to getting laid...
Live Arab Sex CamsTHE ARABIAN NIGHTS VIRTUAL WORLD In the not too distant future holiday trips to virtual worlds will become a reality. This story is based on a trip to one such created world. To work the worlds would of course have there own rules and the very good ones would feel just as real as reality itself. Whilst the worlds would all have some emergency escape option, it is probable for realism that these would be difficult to access. The visitor would most likely exit via a certain portal...
There are some friendships that go on for years and go nowhere beyond the point of "Best friends". That's how I thought my friendship with Joey was going. Joey and I met in the fourth grade, we were always best friends, we crazy experiences. We entered high school and tried in every way to end up in the same classes. We both desired careers in the Medical Department, so we ended up in the same classes a lot and it was great. We grew up together and adapted to each other's personalities. Joey...
GayChapter IV Nescafe Fucked By Arabian Massive Cocks. (MF, BWC, ARABIAN MASSIVE COCKS, WAD, DP, BJ, ANAL, WIFE, CUCKOLD) My name is Aziz, I am a 45 years old businessman from Casablanca. My wife Nescafe (that’s her nickname), is 15 years younger than me. She is a very tall (almost 6’) and very sexy babe with the most perfect body you could ever imagine! She‘s got the most perfect boobs, a small waist, large sexy hips, and the biggest booty in town. With the purest and silkiest skin ever,...
Nescafe Goes Wild In America And Hubby Approves. (Interracial, MMM……F, DP, BBC, BJ, Anal, Slut Wife, Cuckold) Introduction : My name is Aziz; I am a 45 years old businessman from Casablanca. My wife Nescafe (that’s her nickname), is 15 years younger than me. She is a very tall (almost 6’) and very sexy babe with the most perfect body you could ever imagine! She‘s got the most perfect boobs, a small waist, large sexy hips, and the biggest booty in town. With the purest and silkiest skin ever,...
ChapterIII Nescafe Goes Wild In America And Hubby Approves. (Interracial, MMM……F, DP, BBC, BJ, Anal, Slut Wife, Cuckold) Introduction : My name is Aziz; I am a 45 years old businessman from Casablanca. My wife Nescafe (that’s her nickname), is 15 years younger than me. She is a very tall (almost 6’) and very sexy babe with the most perfect body you could ever imagine! She‘s got the most perfect boobs, a small waist, large sexy hips, and the biggest booty in town. With the purest...
CuckoldI try to be good and I try to conform to regulations but you’ll hopefully forgive me when I tell you that the urge for the penis got the better of me after five whole months of being a good boy.I was walking through a city park in Glasgow as part of my daily exercise routine, some weeks ago in the evening. This park is one that I’ve always known about but only recently discovered that apart from its wildlife of geese, ducks, and swans, it also has another nocturnal visitor….To go around the...
Fuck My Arabian Slut Wife By Arabian Knights Chapter I Nescafe Goes Black And Hubby Loves It My name is Aziz, I am a 45 years old businessman from Casablanca. My wife Nescafe (that’s her nickname), is 15 years younger than me. She is a very tall (almost 6’) and very sexy babe with the most perfect body you could ever imagine! She‘s got the most perfect boobs, a small waist, large sexy hips, and the biggest booty in town. With the purest and silkiest skin ever, light brown shiny hair and...
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In two months time, I joined another college in Chennai, Tamil Nadu. I was an above average student. College life was amazing and I had some wonderful friends. My sex life also was great. I lost my virginity in the very first year. Though I did not talk to all the girls in the college, I had a fling with the ones I talked to. I had a playboy image throughout the three years in college. I ended up having dated 5 girlfriends. I even had a couple of encounters with mature women. Getting physical...
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CuckoldAnother day, another dollar.I was waiting at the subway station for my wife to pick me up. She had taken the day off to go on a job interview. I jumped in the car. It was early summer, and she was wearing a cute floral-patterned sundress and a big smile, the picture of a demure suburban housewife happily picking up her husband."I was a bad girl today.""Yeah. How'd the interview go? What'd you do?""Well, Mohammed called me. I told him I was busy today and had to go for a job interview, and he...
CuckoldI am thirteen now. My wedding was scheduled to occur later this year. I have never met my future spouse, so I feel no attraction towards him, and what is worse, I have developed feelings for a poor boy. He has always been kind to me, but more importantly he was always kind to my mother, who although she is a wife in a family of high social status, is not the prettiest in my father’s harem of wives. It disturbs me that father debases and abuses her, but what is absolutely deplorable to me is...
ANITOLE’S 1001 ARABIAN NIGHTS THE CAVE OF WONDERS To find the cave of wonders One must wander far and wide, Until they know the world afar And foretell the winds and tide. In gaining knowledge of this art, A true love you’ll acquire, And if purity of heart sustained you, Then your journey can transpire. Travel through the world you know Until the landmarks shift, Loose yourself in desert sands Until they form a rift, Beneath which lies the cave or wonders Where only sure shall...
Personal narrative of BABU 25-year old Arabian assistant to CARLOTTA who is in charge of training in the Stables of Quireme.The new girl brought over from the Harem to be trained as a Pony was quite some beauty. If she’d been a few inches longer in the thigh, she might one day won a top honor from Princess Karina. As it was, when she settled down, I reckoned she would make up into a very nice sort of filly. Aged 22. She was five foot eight inches in height, thirty eight inches at bust and hips,...
The room was ornately Byzantine in style, with a mosaic marble floor and slim columns round the walls supporting decorative rounded arches. There were some heavy gold and crimson d****s at one end and the furniture, though sparse, was expensive. It consisted of a low chaise couch with a single high-curving end, an equally low table - on which stood a white urn filled with exotic-looking flowers - a comfortable-looking armchair, a footstool and, finally, a tall inlaid cabinet with cupboard above...
Adult Store Arabian Dick I live on the west side of the city. I’ve often commented that this city seems to have as many adult book stores and sex shops than any other places I’ve ever visited. You can Google search and come up with several nearby, no matter what your neighborhood is. I would visit this one store that carried the kind of poppers I like and the clerk was friendly but never seemed even remotely interested. It was always, “How are things going?”, “How are you today”, and other...
Chapter II Slut Wife Nescafe Worships Big Black Cocks (INTERR, MMF, BBC, BJ, ANAL, WIFE, CUCKOLD) My name is Aziz; I am a 45 years old businessman from Casablanca. My wife Nescafe (that’s her nickname), is 15 years younger than me. She is a very tall (almost 6’) and very sexy babe with the most perfect body you could ever imagine! She‘s got the most perfect boobs, a small waist, large sexy hips, and the biggest booty in town. With the purest and silkiest skin ever, light brown shiny hair...
CuckoldContinued from Arabian Nights - Part I When the music stopped the smoking had begun to take effect and we went into the bedroom. Reem led the way holding my hand and directed me to the bed. She stood the girls in a line and disrobed them while caressing their bodies and telling me that they all knew the rules. Anything goes. She undid Sabah's bra and as her dark hangers fell my cock came to full attention at the site of her huge chocolate nipples. Her areola were gigantic and the nipples big...
ARABIAN ADVENTURE. Living on the outskirts of London, England, John, His wife Angela, and their twin daughters Maria, and Madeline led an idyllic, middle class, life style. John who in his late 30's, and Angela a few years younger ran a small boutique specialising in expensive lingerie. Maria and Madeline who had just turned 17 were both still at collage, and the image of their mother. At 5'9" they had a sort of Nordic look about them, their large breasts exaggerated by their skinny...
A dirty dark story of forced incarceration, sex, pain and just plain misery replete with the fear of never returning to one's homeland. This is a nasty, misogynistic story. Fiction of unremitting cruelty and horror. Avoid it if you are sensitive or under eighteen. Synopsis: He was a brutal misogynist who cast an international net to 'acquire' lovely ladies for his sadistic pleasure and resale. Categories Bondage Submission Involuntary Keywords High Heels Appliances...
Arabian Nights Pt. 01 By MicheleNylons© Michele felt the huge member buried in her anus begin to pulsate; hot, creamy semen flooded her back passage. She was lying face down on the huge bed; pressed down into the satin sheets and soft mattress, her own penis trapped in her satin panties was also hard and leaking pre-seminal fluid. She lay still as Ahmed, the man lying on top of her, emptied himself into her. Ahmed preferred to fuck Michele doggy-style and finish with her prone;...
Arabian Nights Pt. 03 "Only one word of advice I can give you; don't resist them," Sarina whispers into Michele's ear. "Thank you Mistress," Michele responds. "You won't thank me when they deflower your tight little arsehole," Sarina responds. Although obviously American she uses the English word arse, rather than ass. "I can't and won't help you once we are inside. You need to know I am not your friend; I am your Mistress. In fact I'm going to rather enjoy watching them take...
Arabian Nights Part Four - The Whore By Michele Nylons Back in her cell Sarina helps Michele undress. "That suit isn't too bad; you can just brush it and hang it up. That blouse will need a soak to get the come out of it. Check out your lingerie and stockings and if they have any rips or tears just ditch them. You get an allowance for lingerie and hosiery; the boys are always tearing them because they are so rough, but anything else you clean yourself or replace it out of your...
Arabian Nights - Part V - Defiled By Michele Nylons Sadan pulls his cock from Michele's anus with an audible plop. Semen mixed with lubricant run in a rivulet from Michele's anus down her thigh and soak into her tattered stockings. Sadan wipes his cock on the remains of her ripped panties and then pushes Michele facedown on the bed. "You have performed well my pretty putta; better even than this afternoon. I'm glad I waited to fuck your infidel arse." Sadan spanks Michele's...
Arabian Nights Part VI - The Conclusion By Michele Nylons Michele sat sobbing as she told Sarina about being taken forcibly by Jamhal, the Cabal's vicious pimp. She told Sarina how Jamhal had justified his actions because Michele was no longer unsullied. "Sullied, unsullied - it means nothing to the Cabal. You are their property and it is forbidden for anyone to touch you other than the Cabal or those they have given permission to do so," Sarina explained. "Like you?" Michele...
A dirty dark story of forced incarceration, sex, pain and just plain miseryreplete with the fear of never returning to one?s homeland.This is a nasty, misogynistic story. Fiction of unremitting cruelty and horror.Avoid it if you are sensitive or under eighteen.Synopsis He was a brutal misogynist who cast an international net to ?acquire? lovely ladies for his sadistic pleasure and resale.Categories Bondage Submission InvoluntaryKeywords High...
ARABIAN ADVENTURE.Living on the outskirts of London, England, John, His wife Angela, and their twin daughters Maria, and Madeline led an idyllic, middle class, life style.John who in his late 30?s, and Angela a few years younger ran a small boutique specialising in expensive lingerie.Maria and Madeline who had just turned 17 were both still at collage, and the image of their mother.At 5?9? they had a sort of Nordic look about them, their large breasts exaggerated by their skinny frame?s...
Dear Reader, Tanya suggested that I copy my diary entries and send them to this site for your pleasure. I have of course changed all the names to keep my anonymity and the real location of the palace is hundreds of miles from the location I give, in fact I doubt there is anything but desert in that region. Actually it was Najibah, First Wife of Emir Sheikh Ahmed Faizal who, when she found it, encouraged me to keep my diary and allowed me to write home, first by email and later we were able...
It took them maybe an hour, but together they were able to come up with a contract that looked pretty solid. At least on paper. There were clauses to account for every eventuality that they could think of, from doing any form of physical harm or inflicting any level of pain or discomfort, to employing psychological tactics to terrorize him. It remained to be seen if the demon would be able to find any loopholes in the document that it could exploit. Ryan moved over to where his rucksack was...
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Janie was lost. She had been wandering up and down the little alleyways of this infernal city for hours now. She had been pawed at by scab covered beggars lying in the streets, robbed by a little street urchin of her purse, which contained her wallet, passport and Visa, AND she was hot, thirsty, and very tired. If she could just find a main street and ask someone who spoke English where the Embassy was, she’d be happy. Turning a corner, she almost walked into a man dressed in exquisite...
Chapter II Slut Wife Nescafe Worships Big Black Cocks (INTERR, MMF, BBC, BJ, ANAL, WIFE, CUCKOLD) My name is Aziz, I am a 45 years old businessman from Casablanca. My wife Nescafe (that’s her nickname), is 15 years younger than me. She is a very tall (almost 6’) and very sexy babe with the most perfect body you could ever imagine! She‘s got the most perfect boobs, a small waist, large sexy hips, and the biggest booty in town. With the purest and silkiest skin ever, light brown shiny hair...
ChapterIII Nescafe Goes Wild In America And Hubby Approves. (Interracial, MMM……F, DP, BBC, BJ, Anal, Slut Wife, Cuckold) Introduction : My name is Aziz, I am a 45 years old businessman from Casablanca. My wife Nescafe (that’s her nickname), is 15 years younger than me. She is a very tall (almost 6’) and very sexy babe with the most perfect body you could ever imagine! She‘s got the most perfect boobs, a small waist, large sexy hips, and the biggest booty in town. With the purest and...
It is 1897, Tara and her English father are holidaying in Cairo. The holiday was going quite well until her farther decides to try his luck at the local casino. He soon looses all of his money and ends up owing a small fortune to an Arab sheik. In order to pay off his debts, Tara is given as a bride to the Arab sheik by her unscrupulous farther. The sheik is very pleased with the beautiful eighteen-year-old white girl and the marriage is soon consummated. Tara is a virgin, and on the first...
InterracialI SIT BETWEEN HER LEGS AND START RUBBING HER LARGE BOOBS I HAD AN ERRECTION LIKE NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE , WHEN I LOOKED AT HER SHE WAS LOOKING AT MY COCK AND I FELT THAT SHE WAS ARROUSED I ASKED HER TO TAKE IN HER HANDS INDEED HER SMOOTH HAND TOUCH IT AND START TO DO A SLOW MASSAGE SHE TOLD ME IF U FEEL U WANNA CUM U CAN DO IT ON MY TOES IT WAS MY FIRST VISIT TO MY FRIEND'S HOUSE WHEN I MET HIS MOM, SHE IS IN HER MID 40S AND SHE IS ELEGANT ,SHE TREATED ME SO RESPECTFULLY . I WAS VISITING THEM...
IT WAS MY FIRST VISIT TO MY FRIEND'S HOUSE WHEN I MET HIS MOM, SHE IS IN HER MID 40S SHE WEARS HIJAB AND SHE IS ELEGANT. SHE TREATED ME SO RESPECTFULLY . I WAS VISITING THEM REGULARLY AND DID NOT HAVE ANY INTENTION INTO HER AS I MENTIONED SHE IS SO DECENT AT THAT TIME I WAS 17 deleted
I have never been a true believer... to me, it seems the rich and powerful use religion to keep the masses of people under control... there is too much hypocrisy in every religion... the true believers seem to have their own agenda regardless of their God's teachings.Take Islam, for example, homosexuality is strictly forbidden and condemned, yet I saw and heard of many same-sex relationships while working in Saudi Arabia... and after my arrest and conviction on d**g charges, I experienced...
Belle continued to supply support for Princess Karina’s throne on frequent occasions. But this back-aching duty alternated with others. She was used variously as a holder, as decor ... stretched, trussed or suspended in numerous ways ... as a support, a footstool, a fan-carrier. Once she became the centrepiece of an electric standard lamp. These duties were of the lowest kind ... and undertaken by the newest members of the royal retinue. Never once did the Princess show any signs of recognition...
Hours seemed to pass. Hours of some of the deepest wretchedness Belle had ever experienced. For the agony in her soul was far worse than the agony of the weals blazing across her flesh. The tethering ... the bit ... the straw ... the stall ... the sounds of the other Ponies ... all a nightmare. Unbelievable . . . yet having to be believed. No wonder Belle sobbed her heart out. Sobbed till she was weak with exhaustion. And those who heard her fully understood. Then, at some time, Sven returned....
FLASHBACK “You are being consigned to the Stables, Belle.” It was Madame Vesta who spoke ... and Belle shuddered at the hideous impact of the words. This was the fate most dreaded by all the slave-girls of Quireme. But it was never escaped by those who were fit and strong, tall and well-built. As Belle was. Very much so. She had an almost irrepressible urge to fling herself at Madame Vesta’s booted feet and beg and plead for escape. But, not only was she aware that it would be quite useless,...
For four more weeks, Belle continued to perform her duties ... the most menial, it not the most arduous in the whole retinue. And it would seem she performed them satisfactorily because not once was she summoned to feel Miss Reva’s whip. Indeed, apart from a few stinging slaps from Overseers, Belle was uns**thed as far as punishment was concerned. It was, by far, the longest period since she had become a slave. Throughout all this time, when not on duty, she wore the anal device which was...
FLASHBACK Waiting to be punished was the worst of all. They knew it. That’s why there were often long drawn-out hours between the pronouncement of a punishment and its administration. Hassan’s words were of the previous night were still in Belle’s ears when she awoke the following morning. “For your carelessness, slave, you are to be birched,” he had said. “It will take place tomorrow afternoon. And it will take place before the ladies and gentlemen you offended.” Offended? Could it be said she...
FLASHBACK It was the recurring nightmare of the Training Room. She and Nadine had been brought there again. She and the tall, red-headed Romanian had arrived together and were being trained together. Miss Vesta and her two bestial Mongolian assistants named Gog and Magog were there. Hating herself for doing it, Isabel (as she was still known then) sank to her knees before the leather-clad overseer. She was not accustomed to being naked then and the shame of it was like a brand. She clasped her...
FLASHBACK “So this is Belle is it? As she remained kneeling, awaiting Miss Reva’s return, Belle’s mind went back to the first time that had been said to her. Her training was over ... and she had just received her slave-name. She was, of course, unfamiliar with it The person who enquired was a fat middle-aged German by the name of Herman. He had just led her on a collar and chain into his suite ... and he accompanied his words with a hearty slap on Belle’s bare bottom. “Y-Yes ... Master,” she...
BELLE, STILL FEELING the sharp sting of the weals raised by Miss Lirium, began to assimilate the information just given to her. Of course, she was quite familiar with such pain — and worse. It was simply part of the everyday existence of a slave-girl and had to be borne. Belle accepted it, not even feeling any resentment against the tall, striking-looking woman before whom she now knelt submissively, hands clasped at the back of her head. After all, it was no more than the duty of an Overseer...
INTERMISSION„Yes, what is it, Kemal?“The Turk bowed low before the supreme power of Quireme. He had asked for an audience of Princess Karina, hoping she would grant an extension of the period of ‘Pony Service’ for his two Top Honor charges, Black Beauty and Saucy Lady. Since the Princess enjoyed driving this team, he had high hopes.However, his hopes were soon dashed.„I’m afraid not, Kemal,“ replied the Princess when he had made this request. „Those two are required back in the Harem.“Kemal...
„I shall go to the races this afternoon,“ announced Princess Karina.„Yes, Highness.“ Kemal, Head of Stables, bowed low. „Will you be racing yourself, Highness?“„I will.“„Black Beauty and Saucy Lady will be in immaculate condition, Highness.“The faintest trace of a smile flickered over the tall, dark, flashing-eyed woman. „As always,“ she murmured.„Thank you, Highness.“Kemal bowed low again and made his way from the royal chamber. He was pleased. It was always a good thing to have Princess...
INTERMISSIONKemal, Head of Stables, was making one of his regular inspections. The middle-aged, fat, balding Turk, wearing a white silk shirt and leather riding breeches, entered the Main Stable first. The first two stalls were occupied by the prize Ponies, Black Beauty and Saucy Lady. Since both had had a quiet afternoon, there had been no need to hose and rub them down and they were as cool and unmarked as when they had lefttheir stalls earlier.Black Beauty’s coal-black ‘coat’ was glistening...
INTERMISSIONColonel Perez contemplated the lush, naked bottom before him. It was nice and plump. Very soft and white. As the Colonel liked them. Even so, the bottom was not as large as he would have wished. For Colonel Perez had a penchant for the over-blown as far as women were concerned. He enjoyed them most when they were big-breasted and big-buttocked.That was the only thing he had against the Harem of Quireme, which he visited regularly when he was out of South Africa on leave. He had a...
INTERMISSIONMarjorie Marchbanks clamped her plump thighs to the cheeks of the slave-girl in between them.„That will do,“ she said. Her voice was low and lazy.The tongue which had been servicing her for a good quarter of an hour ceased its movements, yet remained in position. Marjorie Marchbanks sighed contentedly. She had been brought to two orgasms, had wanted a third, yet seemed unable to rise to it. Two plump arms stretched languorously; two hillockbreasts rose up.„I shan’t have you caned,...
Much of the planning of the new Stables at Quireme was carried out by Princess Karina herself although she naturally consulted her Head of Stables, Kemal, and his two assistants, Renata and Ingrid. This trio were already running the small stable which had already been set up - and which was now to be developed.At an early stage, in view of the increase in Pony Girls envisaged, it was decided that a new post would have to be created. That of Head of Training. He or she would be responsible for...
Meanwhile, Belle's life followed its early pattern. She was summoned up to the Palace perhaps three or four times in a week... and still always to perform the most menial duties. She either had some decorative use or something more functional like acting as an ash-tray holder or a drink and food trolley. In general she carried out these tasks to the satisfaction of the overseers and only on one occasion did she earn herself a punishment. Sheer fatigue caused her to become slightly unbalanced...
Nadine's FateFollowing their initial training, the paths of Isabel and Nadine had diverged. It will be recalled that Vesta had bought the twenty-two-year-old redhead Jewess, with such a superb physique, because she was very much a match of another girl already at Quireme. She had realised at once the two would make an ideal Pony Girl team. Vesta was even more pleased when they were put alongside each other. Their height was the same - 5-ft. 10-ins. - and their body measurements - 40 - 26 - 39...
Hassan the Overseer, the muscles of his gleaming black body rippling, pulled Belle to her feet by the hair."Big banquet tonight, my beauty," he said. "You'll be there." He grinned. "Not at table - as you once were, but to display your wares."Belle listened to the words with resigned despair. There was no more rebellion in her. She submitted as a slave should."Yes, Master," she said softly."Guests like to see tits like these," said Hassan, fondling the lush white orbs with his black hand. "And...
Despite heavy sedation and intensive healing treatment, it is not surprising that it took Isabel several days to recover from this terrible initiatory flogging. When she had adequately done so she was taken, along with Nadine, back to the I.T. Room by the two massive Mongolians who, incidentally, were known familiarly at Quireme as Gog and Magog. Both girls, unchained, stood silent, fearful, trembling... from time to time casting anguished glances at each other. Each was aware that their ordeal...
It would have been difficult to imagine a more remarkable contrast if one had seen this same woman little more than three months before. This abjectly obedient and submissive slave girl, known as Belle, had then been the spoilt and pampered, proud arrogant Lady Isabel Dysart.How this transformation was achieved we must now investigate. But first, a few vignettes to highlight her character and way of life.SCENE 1: The drawing room at Grange Manor, home of Sir Charles and Lady Isabel Dysart....