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An Arab in the USA
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Some ways out from Omaha, Nebraska, near Columbus, an Islamic f****y.
Hamid Abdi took his f****y to this sparsely populated location because
it was the only place he could work as an insurance salesman outside of
Omaha. His wife, Abra, was a stay at home mother raising their two
daughters, Barirah (18) and Asha (16). Barirah had been happy living in
Dearborn, Michigan. Her f****y had moved from Saudi Arabia before her
birth. She was saddened by the news that they would move to Omaha and
felt even worse when she heard they were moving to the middle of nowhere
more than 100 miles away. It was hard enough for her to make friends in
Omaha, she was worried what it would be like to do so in her new home
town.
Barirah was a meek girl. Shy and quiet, she dressed in partly
traditional clothing, her parents having her wear a hijab in public.
Otherwise, her dress was western, preferring a nice pair of jeans and a
long sleeve shirt. Like the rest of her f****y, her skin is brown, her
hair and eyes dark, her nose was moderately sized with a straight
protrusion, and she is short; a wholly unintimidating 5'2. She is,
however, very tone. Weighing about 127 pounds her thighs are thick and
toned, her ass shapely, firm, and large. Her abdomen isn't cut, but it
is flat and hard when flexed. Her chest was a full 34D and her breasts
were surprisingly perky. Her arms are not particularly defined, but that
happens when hiking and jogging are your main forms of exercise. In
fact, Barirah loves to hike, taking long walks through forests and
meadows. The wide open land and dotted forestry were the only things she
looked forward to before moving to her new home. Barirah certainly was a
fine specimen.
It's the first week since they arrived to their new home in their small
town. Barirah is preparing herself for her first day at her new high
school. It was hard for her to make new friends in Omaha and she knows
it'll only be harder here. She was part of a tiny minority in Nebraska
and in this town she was the only Arab, let alone Muslim, for miles. She
dressed herself in lightly washed jeans, a white longs sleeve shirt and
a light pink sweater made of light material on top. On her head she
wore a black hijab, tightly wrapped around her head, framing her
delicate face. When she ran down the stairs she found her s****r and
mother at the kitchen table eating some ful, eggs, and pita bread. She
sat down and joined them. The f****y never spoke much at the kitchen
table, and this time was no exception. They finished their food with few
words and Barirah and Asha started down the road to school.
The few people they ran into on their way to school gave them plenty of
stares. They aren't used to seeing a pair of young Muslim girls in a
traditional garb walk down their streets. Luckily, home isn't far from
school and they stole away into the building to hopefully avoid more
prying eyes. That wasn't the case, though. Each student they came across
gave them a long glance. They were an interesting sight, few had ever
seen such people up close. Ignoring the whispers and stares each of the
girls got to their classes. Barirah was met with many questions on her
first day. People asked her about her manner of dress, the country she
originated from, and about her culture. By the end of the day she was
drained. She removed her hijab at home, f***ed herself through some
light reading and sat down for dinner.
"How was your day girls?" Hamid had a voice of low tones and coughed his way through his words due to his chronic illness.
"It was good baba." Barirah replied.
Asha's answer has not so simple, "I don't like it here. People stare
more than they did in Omaha. They ask me so many questions, baba."
"That shouldn't be surprising, Asha. You are new in town and of a
different background. It'll end." Abra gingerly poked at her lamb and
chewed softly.
"Why did we have to come here? What was wrong with Omaha. What was wrong
with Dearborn? I had so many friends there." Asha whined.
"Enough Asha!" Abra commanded.
"Asha, you know we're here because of my work. Now, please, eat your food." Hamid said lightly.
They continued their meal with some talk about their days. Hamid's at
his new job, Barirah and Asha about school, and Abra about the stores.
Things remained the same for Barirah and her f****y for a while until
two weeks later when a girl approached her. She was a blonde haired,
blue eyed senior from her English class, "Hey Barirah! Wait up!" she
yelled as she chased her down in the hallway, her small perky breasts
jiggling.
"Hi Anne" She responded sullenly. It was another long day for her.
"Hey, remember I said you should hang out with me and Rick some time.
Well, you should come over today to his house. We'll have some iced tea
and doe some English work."
"I don't know, today might not be good." Barirah liked Rick. She thought he was handsome, but he was dating Anne.
"Oh come on, B! You should come, okay? You already know where he lives
so we'll see you there!" Anne ran away down the hall to Rick who waved
to Barirah with a grin drawn across his face.
Barirah put her things away in her locker and stood for a moment. She
decided to go to Rick's house and spend some time with them. It would be
good to have some friends now. She made the 20 minute walk to Rick's.
He lived on a small a****l farm a few miles from the school. When she
got the door of the small white house she knocked and waited. Rick
answered the door quickly. He was a dark haired boy with light skin and
rather muscular. He smiled immediately, "Barirah, I'm glad you came." He
stepped aside to let her in.
"Where's Anne?" She asked in a low tone, her head pointed to the ground as she stepped in.
"Oh, she ain't here." Rick watched her walk passed. He noticed the way
her large breasts jiggled lightly in her bra and the way her jeans
tucked in underneath each of her cheeks.
"She said we would hang out." Barirah's voice trailed off.
"Well, it's just us today." He smiled and walked towards the kitchen, "You want something to eat or drink?"
"I'm okay." Barirah responded in almost a whisper. She followed him into
the kitchen. Rick was a rather large young man. His size was all the
more apparent in the small kitchen. Barirah liked his dark hair and
green eyes and the way his veins stretched along his forearms.
"So, how are you likin' Woburn?"
"It's nice. It's less busy than Omaha is." Barirah began fiddling with a
cloth on the counter as Rick fixed himself a cup of water.
"Yea, this place isn't a hot spot or nothin', but you'll enjoy it if you can fit in."
"Yea..." Her voice trailed off as she thought about all the stares and
questions she's gotten recently. She wondered if she could ever fit in.
As Rick sipped at his water he lead them to the living room where they
watched some TV. They chatted for a while and Rick learned about how
Barirah ended up down here. She was surprised she told him about the
problems her dad had with his previous job. It wasn't long before Rick
suddenly changed the topic.
"Hey, come with me. I want to show you the barn!" Rick said excitedly.
"O..Okay" Barirah was unsure what to do or say so she followed him out
of the house and into the old brown barn. Inside she just saw several
stacks of hay and some tools. You could see patches of wood floor, but
otherwise it was covered in dried up dirt and loose strands of straw.
When she turned her head to talk to Rick she saw an older man sitting in
the corner. She stopped her lips and stood silently. Rick noticed her
hesitation.
"That's my dad." Rick whispered to her. "He'll be watching."
"Watching? What do you mean?"
Rick put his hand on one of her cheeks and gave it a squeeze, "That
feels really nice, Barirah. Move over here a little more." He pushed on
her bottom over to a stack of hay and closed the bard door. Light still
leaked in through a few windows. Compared to the outside, it was quite a
bit cooler.
Barirah was blushing and her heart began to race. She wasn't sure of what to do, "W..Why? What do you want?" She asked meekly.
"I know you like me. I could see it in your eyes since we first met. And
me? I've never done it with a Muslim." He spanked her ass.
"But..But Anne..."
"Don't worry about Anne. This was her idea." Rick said with a
mischievous grin. He put a hand on her waist and looked her body up and
down, "Look at you. You've got a damn good body. You take good care of
it, Barirah".
She blushed and turned her back to him, taking a few steps away from him, "I want to go home now, my f****y is waiting."
"I'm sorry, but you can't go just yet. Not until you've helped us out a
little bit. Running this farm is hard work." Rick stepped up beside her
and wrapped his muscular arms around her chest, taking two handfuls of
her voluptuous breasts. He bounced them up and down, squeezing them
every now and then. Barirah could only manage a dark red blush, "Why
don't you go ahead and lie on your back on that hay stack and have your
head hang off the side."
Barirah hesitated, staring at the sturdy stack. She couldn't even move
until Rick urged her to do it again. She stepped up and laid on her
back, her head dangling off the side. The fabric of her hijab dangled in
the air, holding strong around her head and jaw-line. She looked up and
saw Rick smiling down at her, "Good job, Barirah." He said between his
smile as he began to undo his pants. His jeans slid off and Barirah
could easily see a protrusion in his boxers. It didn't stick straight
out but it extended downwards for 8 inches, not that Barirah had the
presence of mind to measure. It wasn't long before Rick was sliding his
boxers off slowly exposing his enormous American cock inch by inch until
it bounced lightly as the waist band passed the tip. It wasn't fully
erect yet, but it was certainly getting there. The large veins were
pumping his cock full of bl**d and Rick felt the heat as he took a hold
of the shaft and pressed his head against Barirah's lips.
Barirah just laid still and felt the heat of his bl**d filled head as it
touched her lips gently. All she could see now were Rick's toned legs,
his heavy sac and the bottom of his large shaft. She could still hear
him, however, and he was breathing hard with anticipation now. He pushed
his hips forward and his tip pushed passed her lips and into her warm
mouth. He began to piston his shaft very lightly, his head sliding along
her tongue. Barirah just watched his scrotum gently dangle back and
forth as Rick reached to his side for something. His hand returned with
some shears. He pulled on her shirt and cut right down the middle,
moving the fabric aside to expose her black bra. He quickly cut the
strap between the cups and pulled the bra away, revealing her perky
brown tits. Barirah couldn't see it, but Rick smiled instantly, his cock
growing harder just by the sight of them. He began playing with them,
giving them each a few squeezes and gently tweaking each nipple.
Rick's father was still in the corner, seated in his chair. He was
rubbing the crotch of his pants as he watched his son who was now moving
his hips a bit faster. Barirah could feel the veins pulsate on her
tongue as his cock quickly filled her mouth, stretching her jaw with
each thrust. Rick took to slapping her large breasts when he wasn't
pinching and tugging on her nipples and it wasn't long until he began
pushing in further. Barirah could feel the tip of his cock near the back
of her throat and when the thrusts slowly brought his head there she
began to gag lightly, the head pressing against her tonsils. By now his
shaft was coated in Barirah's saliva, enough so that it just dripped
down to his hilt.
"A gagger, huh?" Rick said as he put one hand on the back of her head,
the other under her chin wrapped along her neck. He stopped his thrusts
and began to push his shaft into her mouth, inch by sloppy inch. It
wasn't long before her jaw was stretched open and his head was pressing
against her tonsils. Her face turned a light red and Barirah shut her
eyes tightly as the back of her throat contracted. His tip squeezed
passed her tonsils and into her throat and his shaft was now bathing in
saliva. Barirah's face turned a dark red, her eyes welling with tears.
Rick could see her stomach move in and out as she tried to get air. He
pulled out of her throat then out from between her lips and let out an
extended, "Breath."
Barirah gasped for air and tried to lift her head, but Rick kept her
down. Spit was running down her face, into and around her nose and down
to her eyes. She turned her head enough to catch a glimpse of Rick's dad
now jerking off his exposed cock. Her moment of respite did not last
long and Rick was pushing his member into her mouth again. Now, he began
to face fuck her. He moved his hips quickly and deeply, his tip moving
in and out of her throat. Barirah couldn't help but drool on his shaft
and each time he pulled his cock out for her to breath, thick globs of
spit dumped out and rolled down her face. She couldn't open her eyes
anymore and her nose was so thoroughly clogged with spit she couldn't
use it to breath. The moments she wasn't gagging she could only think
what her f****y was doing, what Anne was doing, and about the heat
between her legs.
Rick finally stepped back and released her head, "I want your little
Arab ass where your face was." His hand wiped a bit of his own drool
from his lip as he caught his own breath. Barirah slowly repositioned
herself, laying on her stomach. Only the tips of her toes could reach
the ground, and only barely so. Rick reach around her waist and undid
her jeans, sliding them off. He thumbed her panties as well, not even
wanting to take the time of seeing her in them, "Look at that ass.." He
whispered to himself as he gave it a slap and took a hold of his
slippery shaft, "Now spread your cheeks."
Barirah had never given a man a blowjob, let alone ever slept with one.
Her heart raced and her hands shook as they reached behind her and
spread her thick buttocks. Behind the flesh was glistening slit, lips
tightly pressed together. Rick drank in the sight, but could barely
contain himself. He positioned his head at the entrance and began to
push, "I hope you're a virgin". His head squeezed passed her lips and
quickly found her hymen, breaking passed it with ease. She didn't bleed
to Rick's pleasure, he didn't like bl**d. Barirah could barely contain
herself, the pain that shot through her body was too much and she let
out a scream.
Rick only slapped her ass in response as he let his cock sit still,
"You're so damn tight. Mmph I might just cum sitting here like this." He
began to push his cock further again when he felt she was ready. It
wasn't long before he was giving her soft, short thrusts. He could feel
her hot walls wrapped tightly around his cock as he oozed pre-cum
inside. Her juice mingled with her spit and made his movements very
easy. He soon picked up the pace, and in no time he was giving her pussy
strong thrusts, stopping his cock just before her cervix.
Barirah could feel every inch of his cock. As the pain lessened her
screaming stopped and she took to low grunts. She still couldn't believe
what was happening and thought maybe this wasn't real at all. Her
thoughts were quickly interrupted as Rick began to pick up his pace. His
dad masturbated in his chair, a sick smile on his face. He spoke for
the first time in one of those low, smoker's voices."She's got strong
legs. Like a horse." He said as her thick Arab thighs shook after each
powerful thrust. She grunted each time the head pushed the walls of her
pussy aside, his heavy sac swaying into her clit with a loud smack.
Every few thrusts his hand would come down on one of her thick buttocks,
sending a loud slap echoing through the barn. It wasn't long before her
ass was red and she began begging for mercy.
"Mercy? You want mercy you little Arab cunt?" Rick said out of breath,
his hips driving forward. He reached down and pulled her hair through
her hijab, using his other hand to fishhook her when her mouth was in
reach, "You won't get any here."
Her back was arched and she continued to grunt between her clenched
teeth. She didn't notice the sweat that covered her body and ran down
her powerful legs. Or the fact that it mingled with the juice that now
began to slip out between Rick's thick white cock and her clenching
lips. Her heavy breasts heaved back and forth as her nipples grazed bits
of hay. Her hands began to clench at the straw now as Rick's sac began
to tighten. He pulled out quickly and pulled Barirah by her hips onto
the floor. She landed on her ass with a smack and he quickly began to
jerk off his shaft with his head inches away from her face. With a loud
grunt thick ropes of cum began to spew from his engorged tip, landing on
her black hijab. Barirah could do nothing but blush as his hot cum
soaked her hijab and began to drip down her forehead.
"Now...Go to my dad." Rick said, panting. He leaned against a pile of hay as he tried to collect himself.
She looked over to his dad and was about to get up when he commanded, "Crawl.
She got back down on her hands and knees and crawled over to him, her
skin dragging against the wood floor, collecting some of the dirt. When
she got to him she knelt between his long knees and looked upwards. His
face was worn and wrinkled, his blue eyes slim and focused. There was a
long drawn out silence as he slowly tugged on his shaft. However, it was
finally broken by the already familiar raspy, "I won't be as easy on
you."
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Posted on : Sep 18, 2014
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