Invitation

Nazanin is the wife of a wealthy oil sheik from Kuwait. I was contacted by her husband asking if his wife could stay at my Washington D.C. townhouse. A little about Nazanin; Standing about five feet seven inches she is slim, toned and has the perfect ass in my opinion. I’m attracted to a woman with a firm butt that tapers down to nice thighs as firm and well shaped. That is what I seen in Nazanin. Her sexy body has nice breasts in my opinion. Full, firm, well shaped and capped by two luscious, sensitive nipples that are visible when Nazanin is wearing a bra that she does not need. All this and beautiful eyes, sensual lips and soft chestnut shoulder length hair.
When I first met her, I was stunned seeing this gorgeous Arab woman. She doesn’t understand how captivating she is and I prodded her to show her body off a little she would never think of doing so.

I encourage Nazanin to fore go her bra which allows me to see and drool over her breasts and nipples out in public. Since coming to stay with me, I bought her a form fitting skirt that accentuated her ass and legs. I can not wait to get her home and get her into bed. Nazanin: I am not naïve. I know I have an attractive figure but in Kuwait I must wear clothing covering up my body. Mr. Malone encourages me to dress provocatively. I did it because it excites him and that is fine. At times when we were in a social situation at the Embassy or at Mr. Malone’s business functions some men make a pass at me or brazenly grope me after drinking a bit too much.
At lunch Nazanin begins to see a side of me she did not care for. At times I place face too close to her as though confiding a secret to her taking the occasion to touch her knee or neck with my hands. I’m checking her out much more than she likes and now she caught me glancing at her breasts or legs when she would get up for any reason. Will I make it through the afternoon before jumping her bones.

We arrived at the house, then entered the small corner bar that is L-shaped with bottles of various top shelf liquor opened on the stone counter. I ushered Nazanin in ahead of me to the small space behind the counter against the wall. I set up some glasses and instructed her on what and how much to pour in each glass. The lighting is not great back there, I know what bottle is what just by the shape of it. I’m touching her here and there, but nothing out of line until she feels my hand come to rest on her waist just above her ass. My hand cover most of the small of her back and she is impressed by that, my touch is extremely gentle and caressing. Nazanin and I are having a conversation as my hand slips down her side over her hip and back again. While my touch remained gentle she begins to feel this is going somewhere she is not comfortable with. My hand slides over her right butt cheek and begins to slowly caress her and ever so gently squeeze it.

She tries to grab my wrist with her left hand and move me off of her, but that is like trying to move a tree trunk. She did not want to make a scene or alert the house staff to what I’m doing so she quietly turns to me and asking me to please stop. I lean over whispering to her ” Nazanin, you have an amazing ass I bet your ass is virgin.” My hand never left her ass, she is shocked not only by my crude boldness, but also that my hand encapsulated her entire right butt cheek. I begin to take further liberties by moving from one cheek to the other then gently sliding a finger between them. The sensations are giving her goose bumps and yes her nipples are reacting. She is frozen with fear of how humiliating this could be for your husband if he knew what was happening. She fought to control her rising anger as well as the reaction her body is having to my rough insistent caresses. Nazanin made an attempt to free herself from this pig and escape from this cramped space behind the bar.

I tightened my grip now covering most of her ass pushing her firmly against the stone counter. I look at her giving her a smile. She will either have to make a scene or let me have my way. My long middle finger is now siding between her ass cheeks pushing her skirt between her legs, than running my hand down over the back of her thighs and back up again. This is starting to get to her. Nazanin is disgusted with herself, she is getting aroused by my rough incessant caresses, squeezing and prodding. She begins to panic that she will not be able to hide her growing embarrassment as well as excitement. She is sure her face will be a dead giveaway. Nazanin tries again to turn away from me but I’m having none of that. She pleads with me to stop. ” John please!! My husband will find out!! Let me go please!!” I give her this half smile and told her to just take it easy. ” Sweet heart, just relax you are doing fine.” And with that my hand ran down her leg then came back up under her skirt as I slide one massive finger over her slit reaching all the way to her clitoris and back. My finger feels like a normal man’s penis running between her legs. I’m working her over, running that finger from her anus to her clit and back again. Nazanin is starting to pant both from fear and the excruciatingly intense sensations from my manipulations. Then it happens, I push her over the edge when I slide my hand all the way back and then underneath her bikini panties then back down between her labia and slowly insert my grotesquely fat finger roughly into her.

She looks up for a minute, there is no one around to be looking or aware of what is happening as she drops her elbows onto the counter hanging her head down while biting her finger to hold back as much sound as possible. The music is loud enough to hide the sounds of her pussy being fucked by my massive cock like finger as well as her stifled grunts and moans. Her panties had slid down to her knees then to her ankles where she stepped out of them to maintain her balance. With her now bent over like this I kicked her legs further apart roughly fucking her as deeply as any cock she has ever had. Amazingly I added another finger and she wants to scream so bad from the intensity of my fingers roughly fucking her.

Nazanin is quickly approaching the point of no return when I slip my free hand up under her blouse and begin roughly pinching and tweaking her left nipple. Her head is practically touching the cold stone counter as she begins to orgasm hard with wave after shuddering wave ripping through her. I finally stop my finger fucking of her and as she stood up she falls back against me. My left hand came around her lower abdomen, pressing her to me. Before she can completely recover I slip my finger coated with her juices into her mouth whispering into her ear telling her just how hot she is. All the while I keep running my left hand up and over her breasts and down to her pussy while I run my fingers in and out of her mouth. Nazanin feels me pushing what feels like a baseball bat into her back grinding myself into her. She begs me to let her go to the bathroom. I point to a hallway as I finally let her escape. I’m not going anywhere. I’m sporting an obvious huge hard-on and hung back behind the bar for a few minutes waiting for my massive cock to die down. Some of the edge of my lust for Nazanin has been alleviated my mind is clouded with the need for my fulfillment and desire to possess Nazanin completely. The lower level bathroom off of the hallway that I had guided her to, Nazanin is attempting to regain her composure having succumbed to the over the top finger fucking she just had received from her husband’s new friend. Nothing like this would ever happen in Kuwait, she can not understand how she let it happen. Her body is flush with the intensity of her orgasm and this by a man she truly finds down right crude.

Nazanin moves to leave the bathroom as she opens the bathroom door the doorway is filled by the huge bulk of me. She is practically right up against me as I walk her back into the room. I place my hands under her arms and easily lift her onto the bathroom’s vanity. As she tries to steady herself I place one large thigh between her legs keeping them spread as I cup her head in both my hands bending down to kiss her. Her first instinct is to resist, keeping her lips pressed together, with one hand holding her head tilted back against my thick tongue rasping across her lips, she finds herself losing her resolve. Soon her mouth opens, relaxing as I ravish her lips and tongue. Nazanin is excited by the way my tongue fills her mouth, it is soft yet strong in contrast to her husbands tongue which was more stiff and pointy. She would have never in a million years think I would be an excellent kisser and that she would be enjoying this cude man’s insistent tonguing.

Nazanin is taken with my kissing her, she becomes aware that I had undone the buttons of her top when she feels my free hand cupping her naked breast. I drop my other hand from her head to her left breast beginning to tweak and roll both of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. While my incessant kissing continues. She is pressed against the vanity wall mirror as my other thigh slides between her legs forcing them to be spread obscenely wide with her skirt practically up to her waste.