I had her just about where I wanted her. I knelt down between her legs, and breathed lightly over her soaking wet pussy. “Mmmmmm” she mo...ned in delight. “Suck me! Finger me! Fuck me! For god’s sake just do something, I can’t take this.” “Just a little more.” I thought to myself, so I gently ran my tongue around her clit, and sucked it into my mouth. Again she moaned in delight, and urged me to do more. I pulled my mouth away. Enjoy the torture. I looked into her pleading. That's why I'm really a hot man now. I suppose you're gonna slap me in the face, but would it be ok with you if we went into that bathroom and did me a good blowjob? My fat piece of meat can't stand any longer waiting for those puffed-up pussy lips. I was stunned by the swift revelation, coz nobody ever, never had talked to me like that. He got to the point and didn't beat around the bushes to confess his desires. This man was so insistent… I already was feeling how my hot cunt crack was. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed young Arabian woman of African and Iranian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. And I am a Dominatrix. So much for the stereotype that Arab women are all submissive and meek.I was born in the United Arab Emirates on the first day of January 1987. At the time of this story, I was twenty three years old. I'm currently studying business administration at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa. My family moved to the Confederation. With my hands I was holding her slippery pussy open. Her vagina was gaping and glistened with semen. Ahmeed stood above us pushing his hard dick down towards my wifes upturned pussy, his legs bent at the knees and she squelched as he lowered himself into her. So close that I struggled to focus on his colossal shaft as it easily open her and then sink full length into her abused vagina. The smell of sex gushed at me and a white froth of semen bubbled out as he sunk deeper and deeper. Chris was.