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Take me, and Never forsake me (mf, arab) ---------------------------- By
Juniperbush@gmail.com Please email me any comments you have.
   The wind whipped through the tree's like an angry man's exhalation.  I
kept my rifle propped on my shoulder; I had been stationary in my little
dugout for over 4 hours.  The cold was relentless.  Negative 15 degrees
Celcius, and penetrating deep through my clothes, piercing my skin.
   My 3rd day out at the cabin was close to being a bust.  I had come up
here to get away from the wife , kids, TV, job, bills and annoying
friends....  and just relax, maybe shoot some deer.  But the weather had
descended upon me the minute I left Maine, and now, 3 days later in upper
Quebec, I was in the middle of a brewing snow storm.  It hadn't started
snowing yet, but you could see it in the angry clouds above.  The radio had
been blaring warnings every 30 minutes, but I was used to those.  The storm
was going to start tomorrow night, and with any luck, I'd be gone by this
afternoon.
   I shifted uncomfortably in my dugout, trying to rub some life back into
my numb fingers.  In the distance, I saw slight movement.  Something black
and slow was moving out there.  I strained my eyes, rifle straightening and
targeting on the black.  I watched, motionless, waiting.  Suddenly, a small
black rabbit bounded out of the snow to sniff at the sky, and my finger
almost pulled.
   Shaking my head, I exclaimed loudly, "Awwww, Screw it." I brought the
rifle down and leaned my head back on the dugout.  What a fucking useless
weekend.  Nothing to show for it, and I was even more wound up now then
when I left.  Usually, the scenery was enough to unwind me, but this time
it just wasn't happening.  I flexed and unflexed my large hands.  I sighed
with the wind, and looked around for my belongings.  I'm going home I
thought to myself.  And just as I said it, the first snowflake hit my
cheek.
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   I double tailed it back to the cabin, well over 2 hours away.  The
cabin, located in the back country of upper Quebec was located on a dirt
road, 2 miles from the main hwy, 52.  My breathing was shallow by the time
I made it into the cabin, and the snow had really started coming down. 
Once inside, I made myself some coffee and watched out the window.  The
snow was coming down fast and furious.  I would have to hurry If I didn't
want to get trapped here.
   I quickly threw my remaining supplies into my bag.  I broke open my
rifle and packed it away.  Even working as quickly as I was, it was still
late afternoon by the time I had the truck packed and ready to go.  By now,
the dirt road leading up to my cabin was over 2 feet in snow.
   I jumped into my truck and reversed the car onto the dirt track.  I had
been in worse storms, but that still didn't mean this storm would be easy.
I couldn't make out the dirt path due to the snow, and the snow was coming
down so fast I couldn't see farther then 2 feet in front of me.
   It took me well over 15 minutes to get to hwy 52.  Highway was a bit of
a joke, #52 was a one lane road that went from Quebec city all the way up
to the North Pole for all I knew.  It was always deserted, but at least it
was paved.  I pulled a right onto the highway, which was covered in over 3
feet of snow now.  Holy shit, I didn't think I was going to make it.  The
snow was too high and crazy.
   My visibility was possibly 2 feet, and the snow was thick, making my
truck skid left and right.  And just as I was contemplating doing a u-turn
right there, I saw a beat up Honda stopped on the side of the road.  I was
going to blow right past it, when I saw movement inside.  I shook my head,
someone was stuck in a dead car.
   It took me 3 seconds to decide to pullover.  Anyone caught in a storm
out here wouldn't last 24 hours in a stopped car.  Not only that, but no
one would find them for the next 4 days.  I stopped the truck, and jumped
out in the heavy snow.  Holy crap it was cold!  I ran half hunched over to
the car and knocked on the window.
   I heard a low yelp of fear then the door opened several inches and a
pair of eyes peered out at me.  For God's sake!  It was a woman, out here
in the middle of nowhere.
   I pointed back to my car, "Maam, if your car is stuck, you better come
with me.  This storm is going crazy, and you won't survive long in here."
   The woman opened the door a bit wider and shouted out, "I can't go, my
husband...I'm trying to call my husband, and he won't answer."
   I shook my head, "Cellphone's are probably down, you're not going to be
able to reach anyone in this weather.  What's wrong with your car?"
   She had a strong foreign accent, but I couldn't see much of her.  She
was bundled up in a scarf and gloves and all kinds of other clothing, "My
car won't drive in the snow.  I keep sliding..."
   "Yeah, you better come with me.  I have a cabin close to here, we can
hole up till this storm dies off.  You won't survive the night in this
thing."
   She kept looking at me, thinking...something.  She was actually
contemplating staying in the car vs.  coming with me.  Wow, what a crazy
chick.  I turned on my heels to leave, but she yelled out, "Stop!  Ok,...I
will come."
   She grabbed some things in her car then trudged out after me.  We both
half-ran, half-crawled back to my truck.  In this blizzard, the truck was
already under heavy snow.  I roared it up and spun the truck around,
u-turning back into Hwy 52 the way I had come.
   The woman stayed quiet the ride back to the cabin.  It was good, because
I needed my concentration to just stay on the dirt track.  She was wearing
a black felt overcoat ,black gloves, a black wool hat, and a black scarf
that covered her nose and mouth.  After what seemed an eternity, I pulled
the truck into my cabin, and killed the engine.  We were under 3 feet of
snow.
   I took a deep breath, then said, "Let's go." We both got out and plunged
our way through the deep snow.  I had to fumble for several seconds at the
lock as I couldn't operate my numb fingers.  Finally I broke open the lock
and tumbled into the room with the woman.  I quickly got the door closed,
then ran over to the block heater to crank it up.  I checked my backup
electric generator.  It was on standby at 100%, it would last 10 days
without any more power.  I was expecting power to go out any time now.
   All tasks complete, I sank down onto the kitchen chair, mentally and
physically exhausted.
   The woman seated herself also, and finally pulled her face scarf off and
gloves, but left her head covering on.  She remained quiet, watching me
apprehensively.  I could understand that.  I was a construction foreman,
and my build showed it.  I had a large frame, with a barrel chest and a
barrel stomach.  My hands were large and calloused, with equally large
biceps.  When I was on the construction force, I didn't even have the gut.
But since my promotion to foreman, my slow paced job had given rise to my
stomach.  "Hey, I think we're safe now.  My name is John Fraser.  This is
my cabin.  I think the storm will run till tomorrow morning, and then we
can get out of here back to the city."
   I looked back over at the woman, she was still wrapped up in her jacket
and clothing, "It'll be warm here long enough.  You can take your jacket
off if you want.  I shrugged out of my winter jacket, and kicked off my
boots.  I dropped my gloves scarf and hat onto the block heater so they
would dry off.  The woman was still a bit stupefied by the whole situation,
but she did take off her winter clothing.  She handed me her gloves hat and
scarf, as well as winter overcoat.  I was a bit confused by what was
underneath though, she was wearing a headscarf and a black robe all the way
from her neck to the floor.  The only parts visible where her face and her
hands.
   I was a bit confused, "You can take your ...er, scarf off also, it'll
get warm in here."
   The woman finally spoke up, a bit nervously, "No, I am Muslim, female
Muslims must cover their head and body in the presence of non-family.  I
cannot stay here the night, my husband will divorce me if he finds out I
slept the night in the company of another man!" She broke down at this
point, crying into her small hands.
   Ahhh, it all clicked in now.  This woman was some type of Arab, her
facial features finally clicked in.  She had almond-like hazel brown eyes,
high arched eyebrows and a very delicate face; Petite nose and small lips.
I couldn't see any of her hair or anything else, but when she moved around,
the robe hugged her body, and I could see that she had a small frame.
   I tried to be comforting, but I don't know how good a job I did. 
Without all the head gear, she would be have been cute, and I loved small
woman, "It's alright.  You can sleep on the cot, and I'll sleep on the
floor.  Besides tomorrow when they come to get us, we'll just split up and
your husband won't find out.  It'll be alright, really.  What's your name?"
   I tried to put my arms on her shoulders, but she flinched away, "Please
don't touch me, it is against my religion.  My name is Sabeen."
   I rolled my eyes, "Alright, I'm sorry, no physical contact."
   I finally got her to sit down while I made us some soup from my stash of
food.  It took me a while but I eventually broke through her wall of
silence and got her talking.  She was very scared of me, and it showed in
how she talked to me.  Arab or not, I was attracted to Sabeen.  She had a
way of talking in a low voice that soothed me.  I tried to be gentle with
her, soothing her, talking low, never standing over her.  Her facial
features where sharp, and very beautiful.  I kept trying to imagine what
her hair looked like, but I just couldn't picture it.
   The conversation got around to family, and she admitted she was 26 and
had 4 children!  My wife had been the Shotook County Annual Wet T-Shirt
contest winner 2 years straight, but 2 child births later, she had no
figure to speak of.  And now 12 years into our marriage, my wife was fat. I
told Sabeen that it was amazing that she was in such good shape after so
many kids, causing her to blush.
   It was getting late, and I had finally gotten Sabeen to relax around me.
She wasn't completely scared of me anymore, but still a little wary.  I got
up to check the radio to see if any news stations were talking about
rescue.
   "...And Storm Ivan shows no sign of abating.  Now in its 9th hour,
meteorologists are saying the storm will continue for at least another 24
hours.  Rescue teams are ready to start working their way up the province
but don't expect to make it up to Journ-Le Bell County until much later in
the week.  Call 911 if you have an emergency, otherwise sit tight..."
   I closed the radio in disgust.  We were an hour north of Journ-Le Bell!
Oh man, we were going to be stuck here for a week at least.
   And as if right on cue, the electricity cut out.
   I counted to 12, and then the lights all weakly started up again as the
backup oil generator kicked on.
   "Rescue better get us in 5 days, or we're done for.  Sabeen, we've got
problems.  First there's no rescue for at least a week.  Secondly, we
better get our winter clothing back on, because it's going to get real cold
at night now that we lost power.  My backup generator will give us heat,
but I need to put the block heater on low in order to save energy."
   Sabeen was wide-eyed in fright, "5 days!  My husband will be frantic, I
can't stay here for that long!"
   I shook my head, "There's nothing we can do.  Your husband will have to
wait.  If we don't play this properly, we'll both be dead by the end of the
week.  Forget your husband for now, and get your winter clothing back on.
It'll heat up enough in the morning that we can take this stuff off.  "
   I tossed her back her clothing, and suited up in my jacket hat gloves
and scarf.  I could already feel the house cooling down as the block heater
went into low energy mode.  She dressed up and then we finished up the soup
dinner I had made.  By then it was late, and the house was cold.  We
decided to settle in for the night, and I gave her the cot.  I stretched
out onto the floor, then quickly scrunched up into a tight ball.  It was
cold, and It wouldn't be long before I began shivering.
   My teeth were chatting, "Sabeen", I asked.
   "Yyyy...yyy..yyes?", She was shivering too.
   "Sabeen, we won't survive the night like this, do you mind if we sleep
on the cot together, to save body heee..eee.e.eeat?"
   "No!  I absolutt-tt-ttt-tt-ly forbid it.  I cannot share a bed with you.
It will bring dishonor to my name."
   I lay back down again, and within 10 minutes was violently shaking from
the cold.
   "Sabeen, I ha..aa...aaave to come up"
   I stood up and came over to the cot.  Sabeen was shaking bad.
   "No no No!  You ca..ca..ca..can't share my bed with me.  I am a married
woman, you'll rob me of my dignity!"
   "I'm not going to do anything, but we have to share, we won't survive
the night.  Please!  Move over."
   Sabeen looked distressed and tried to argue with me.  But in the end,
she knew I was right.  Eyes closed, she moved over on the cot so I could
get on also.  When there was enough room for me, I lay down on the cot
beside her, on my side, facing her back.  I couldn't see her face, but she
didn't move any closer to me.  I lifted her head up and slipped my arm
under her neck so that she could lie on my upper arm as a pillow.  Then I
moved up and spooned her from behind.  I was touching her from feet to
neck. My face inches away from the back of her head (Covered in a hat). 
She froze and tensed up as we touched.  I could feel her body heat through
all the layers of my clothing.  Her scarf gave off a faint smell of
jasmine.
   I dwarfed her in size.  Being well over 240 pounds, I literally held her
like a baby.  With full contact, I could feel her body in intimate detail.
Her legs were thin, but not extremely thin neither, and she had a soft
round ass.  The feeling of her ass on my abdomen was extremely pleasant,
and I shifted several times to really feel it.  Her back was well muscled
and I could feel her shoulderbones against my chest.  This close to her, I
grew my first unassisted erection in over 5 years.  I didn't want her to
feel it, but I couldn't help it.  Her round buttocks felt wonderful.  As my
erection grew to full length, it climbed like a snake up my abdomen.  I
could feel a plush hot sensation emanating from my groin.  It felt like
someone was spraying hot water over my body.  It felt wonderful.
   Sabeen shifted, feeling the erection run against her buttocks, "You are
a filthy man!  A beast!  I should have known letting a pig like you get in
bed behind me.  How dare you?"
   But she didn't get up and leave, she just continued cursing me several
more times.  I didn't say anything, just closed my eyes and enjoyed the
sensation.  The cabin was probably 40 degrees F, but I was warm all over. I
had a half smile on my face, and just nodded off.
   I woke up early next morning.  My erection was gone, as was the source
of my erection.  I looked around and found Sabeen bending and bowing
somewhere off in the corner.
   "Hey Sabeen, what are you doing?", I sat up a bit to watch curiously as
she prostrated herself onto the floor.  Sabeen didn't reply but continued
with her actions.  Eventually she appeared to finish and got up.
   "I'm sorry Mr.  Fraser, as a Muslim, I must pray 5 times a day.  I was
completing my dawn prayer.  Did you have a good rest?  I heated up some
soup and made us some coffee."
   There was no hint of the anger she had felt last night.  I watched her
get up and walk over to the kitchen table.  She was still in her winter
jacket and accessories, but the cabin was warming up fast.  Not wishing to
ruin her good mood, I hopped out of the cot and followed her to the table.
The soup was hot, and I washed it down as fast as I could.  It felt so nice
in the cold morning.  I looked out the window and saw sunlight, but snow
was still falling slowly.  Wow, we must be up to 4 feet of snow I thought.
   I turned back to Sabeen, "The house is going to warm up now, you can
take your jacket off if you want.", I followed my own advice and pulled off
my jacket.  Sabeen hesitated, then took her jacket off also.
   We killed the next hour or so talking about life and whatever else was
going on.  By noon time, the sun was up, the snow was still falling and we
were bored as crap.  Sabeen was an interesting woman who was scared of
losing her dignity stuck in this cabin with me.  She didn't say it, but our
sleep in the same cot wasn't cool with her.  Still in her head scarf, her
eyes were moving around the room and landed on the TV.
   She got up and walked towards it.  "You have a TV here, does it work?"
   "Nah, I checked last night, cables out.  Not much to do there."
   "Oh look, you have some movies for your vcr!"
   I scratched my head, and scrunched my nose, "Well, not really..."
   "Hmm...Shaving Ryan's Privates, my husband liked this movie, but I
didn't like all the killing, Wet Dream on Elm Street...American Booty -
that was a funny movie,... The Loin King ....hmmm...Titty Titty Bang
Bang...uh....oh....", she went quiet for a minute while she examined the
rest of the movie titles.
   She turned giving me a dirty look, "Is this what you do all day in this
cabin, watch erotic sexual movies?  You are a very filthy man, Mr.  Fraser.
I find your movie collection quite disgusting."
   I had to give her a weak smile, "It's not like that, those are old
movies, I just never got around to throwing them out.  I don't watch them,
I swear"
   Sabeen was still looking at the movies, and pulled one out, "The Belly
Dance Queen!  You have a movie on belly dancing?"
   I frowned slightly, that was an old one, and a pretty crappy one if I
remembered correctly, "Well yeah, it's a belly dance movie, but it's ...you
know...why?  do you like belly dancing?"
   Sabeen blushed slightly and turned away from me, "yes"
   My interest was piqued, "I thought Muslim woman couldn't show your
bodies and stuff, how come you know how to dance?"
   Sabeen turned back to me, eyes wide in indignation, "I only took dancing
lessons when I was young.  My mother said it would teach me grace, and it
did.  I stopped taking classes once I reached womanhood.  I only dance for
my husband now."
   "No shit, you can belly dance?  Who would have thought.  Come on, let me
see you dance."
   Sabeen waved her hand in dismissal, "No, I told you, No belly dancing
for non-family.  It is forbidden.  A muslim woman is modest, and saves her
chastity for her husband."
   I watched her for several seconds, then gave up.  There was no way she
would dance for me.  I dropped the subject and went back to my radio,
letting her examine the other movies.  Reports coming in where that the
snow was slowing down, but there was still no end in sight.  My windows
showed several feet of ridiculous amounts of snow.  I wondered how long it
would be before we got out of here.
   The rest of the day was a combination of food and conversation.  Sabeen
seemed to have an exhaustable amount of opinions and knowledge.  She talked
about her marriage and her daily prayers and ritual cleansing.  I tried to
argue with her on the stupidity of religion, but she threw all my arguments
back in my face.  I never was much of a religious buff.  Night soon fell,
and the temperature started dropping fast.  We bundled up again in our
winter clothing.
   "Ok Sabeen, lights out, maybe it'll have stopped snowing by tomorrow", I
walked up to the cot and lay down on my side.  Sabeen just watched me from
the other side of the room.
   Sabeen walked up to me in defiance and anger, "I will not sleep beside
you today.  It is undignified for a Muslim woman to sleep with a man not
her husband.  Besides which, you obviously gain excitement from contact
with my body.  If you had some restraint, I would have considered it.  But
in your current state of mind, I will sleep on the floor."
   I didn't say anything as Sabeen lay down on the floor close to the cot.
I scrunched up into a tight ball, but I was soon shivering from the cold.
It wasn't even 20 minutes later, that I felt Sabeen looming over me.  Her
face showed that she was angry and very cold, neither of us said a word as
she climbed into the cot.  I opened up from my fetal position and let her
lay down like last night, her head on my right arm, and my body spooned up
from behind her.
   Tonight, my erection engorged within seconds of her pressing her back
into my stomach and chest.  She shifted uncomfortably as my rod slipped
between her lower back and my abdomen, sandwiched in place by our close
contact.  I pretended to shift my body weight to get comfortable, but
really was rubbing my cock on her ass.  I could feel a rosy glow in my
loins.  This was better then getting the new Victoria Secret Catalog.
   She snorted in anger, "Stop it!  When we leave from here, I will tell my
husband how you used my body.  He will thrash you within an inch of your
life!"
   I stopped, but only under orders.  It didn't take me long to fall
asleep, with a big grin on my face.  It had been years since I'd slept so
well.
  
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   The next morning I awoke again as she performed her ritual morning
prayer.  I watched as she bent over, ass slightly in the air, head down. 
Wow, what an ass.  It was worth getting cursed at just to feel that thing.
I watched for a while then got up again.  She had already made breakfast
and coffee for both of us.  I waited until she finished, then we both ate.
Nothing like steaming coffee and hot soup on a cold morning day, "Sleep
well?",I asked.
   Sabeen shot me a nasty look, and turned her head away from me.  She got
up again after a while and walked over to the TV again, "Can I see this
movie?  I wish to see the belly dancer movie?"
   I shrugged my shoulders, if she wanted to watch a belly dancer porno, it
was her business.  I pushed myself up from the table and walked over to the
TV.  I put the tape in the VCR, then fast forwarded past all the porno
commercials.  I sat down on a wooden chair close by as the movie started.
Sabeen stood close to the TV watching intently as a bunch of Arabs sat
around a low stage talking.  Suddenly the movie started and a woman clad in
translucent veils stepped onto stage.
   The dancer started gyrating her hips and dancing, pulling off pieces of
her veil on the Arab men.
   Sabeen started laughing out loud, "This is not belly dancing, what is
this?"
   I was a bit taken aback, I was expecting her to appreciate the dancing,
"That's the belly dancer.  Can't you see her dancing?"
   Sabeen really started laughing now, "No, no, silly American, she is not
an arab, and that is not belly dancing.  Belly dancing is from the soul, it
has rhythm.  THAT woman is showing her skin.  That is useless."
   I was just staring at her stupidly.  I had no clue what she was talking
about.  When I saw a woman uncover her stomach, I knew it was belly
dancing.
   Seeing my stupid look, Sabeen said, "Belly-Dancing!  You have never seen
a real belly-dance?"
   Flustered at my uncomprehending look, Sabeen looked around, "Fine, here,
I will show you a very short dance."
   She moved some furniture around, then making sure she had my attention,
lifted her hands over her head and did a slow twirl and began a stylized
dance form.  I was mesmerized.  She swayed her robe covered hips and turned
her ankles and wrists in weird angles.  Watching her move was exotic,
erotic and terribly sexual.  She sashayed her way around me; intoxicating
me with her motion and smell.
   The dance lasted possibly 2 minutes, but I couldn't tell.  Finally she
stopped moving, and gave a laugh, and covered her mouth.  Her face was red
from blushing.
   "Wow Sabeen, that was amazing.  You're really good."
   She lowered her eyes in modesty, "There is more, but that I cannot show
you.  The dance of the stomach has many variations and levels; I am master
of several.  The unveiling itself is an art."
   "Show me the dance of unveiling, I bet you're good at it."
   She frowned at me, "No." and turned back to the TV screen where the
belly dance movie had continued, oblivious to us.  It looked like the
sultan had gotten horny watching the dance and was busy disrobing himself
in front of the dancer.
   "Ohhh!", Sabeen covered her mouth as the sultan pulled down his pants
displaying a weak erection.
   "Oh my, this is also an adult movie.  You should have told me!",
Sabeen's eyes were transfixed on the half naked man.  The belly-dancer
continued to dance, disrobing herself as the sultan began to manually
fondle his unit.
   "Ohhh my.  This is so wrong...That man is so large."
   I snorted from where I was seated, "He's not large.  Are you kidding me,
I'm larger then that."
   Sabeen turned to me wide-eyed, then glanced down at the large tent in my
pants.  Her dance had excited me in many ways.
   She turned away from me, "You are a pig.  Do you always take advantage
of woman when you have them alone?"
   I got daring, it wasn't often you had a woman alone in a cabin, "Do the
belly dance again, but show me the dance of the stomach.  I'll show you how
much larger I am then your husband, or that actor."
   She took several steps away from me before turning back at me in anger.
She spat, "You nasty, disgusting man.  Have you no manners?  All you
American men are the same.  Always wanting sex.  I know all about you."
   I splayed my legs out, exposing the large bulge in my pants.  She
crossed her arms and turned back to the TV.  The Sultan had finally gotten
his erection large, and the dancer was now topless.  Sabeen's eyes went
wide as she watched the sultan stroke his cock.  She risked a quick
apprehensive glance at me, before turning away again.
   I tilted my head back, "Come on baby, show me your stomach, I'll show
you what a real man's cock looks like."
   Sabeen was biting her index finger and looked back over at me with my
legs stretched out, inviting her to straddle me.  She watched me for
several long moments, trying to decide what to do.  She wanted to do it,
but her upbringing was stopping her.  I think the size of my bulge finally
decided her.
   Eyes still angry, Subu ventured hesitantly, "Your sexual organ is larger
then that man in the movie?"
   I could only nod.  Words at this point would destroy everything.
   "Ok, show me."
   "Dance first."
   She waited, staring at me for at least 30 seconds, then without another
word, she slowly lifted her hands above her head in a V and turned her body
in a slow, erotic twirl.
   Oh baby, that's what I had been waiting for.  My cock was pounding in my
pants.  It wanted freedom, but I had to wait for her stomach before I did
anything else.
   She turned around faster, eyes on me, swaying her hips, moving her body
around mine.
   "Stomach", I said, waiting for her to disrobe, but I didn't know how
much more I could take of this.
   Sabeen was wearing a robe that had only 5 buttons at her collarbone. 
The rest of the robe was overlapping, and didn't have any buttons.  The
next time she came around in front of me, she put both hands into her robe
part and pulled it apart, exposing herself from ribcage to feet.  She
lifted the robe flaps up then let them go down again as part of the dance,
always turning, moving every part of her body at once.  Under her robe, she
was wearing tight jeans and a white blouse.  Even though she was fully
clothed, it felt like she was showing me her naked body.  In many ways, she
was showing me her naked body.
   She came around in front of me, looking at my groin, then turned her
back to me, while simultaneously raising her robe.  Her tight jeans framed
her ass, as she slowly rotated them in my face.
   My face was flush and red.  In one motion, I unzipped and unbuttoned my
pants, pulling them apart to pop my underwear clad cock out.  I reached
into my underwear, and pulled out my red, veiny 9 inch penis.  Not only was
my cock long, but it was thick, with veins visible in all directions.  My
pubic hair was short and my large testicles where visible also.  I pulled
both hands out of the way, to give her a good view.
   Sabeen gasped in shock and possibly delight.  Her eyes were wide, but
she kept dancing.  She moved right up to me, staring at my cock, but still
moving her body in it's sinuous dance.
   I let her watch for a bit, the attention alone was almost worth the
effort.  I loved woman worshipping my body.  I wrapped a meaty fist around
my penis, and pumped it twice.  Oh Geez, my cock was alive.  It hadn't felt
like this in at least 20 years.  I stroked it again, feeling tingles run
down my cock and through my abdomen.
   In a moment of clarity I reached up with my free hand and tangled it in
her head scarf.  She quickly tried to pull away from me, but it only pulled
on her scarf more, pulling it half off of her head.  She stopped moving,
and I slowly drew the head scarf towards me.  She kept her head bowed, eyes
closed in submission, and the head scarf came off of her head.
   Her face went red, head down in embarrassment and shame.  Large locks of
raven black hair tumbled down onto her shoulders.  She couldn't bare to
look at me and I could only stare at her.  With black curly hair framing
her small face, she looked enchanting.  No amount of makeup could ever do
her justice, I couldn't understand how she could even cover her face up.
   She kept looking down, deeply embarrassed, but after a 10 second pause,
she slowly started moving again, slowly dancing around me, swaying, moving
her body in motion to the crappy Arab music coming from the TV.
   I had seen enough, her embarrassment was like an aphrodisiac, and I
stroked my hard cock.  She frowned at my actions, but at this point I
didn't care.  Once, twice, three times I stroked it again.  A deep ache in
my dick began to spread through my loins.  My balls retract as fire lanced
through my meat.  I held on for dear life, moaning lowly, straining...then
I erupted.  Hearing my loud groan, Sabeen turned to watch, as my semen shot
3 feet into the air and came back down to splatter at my feet.  I pumped it
again, and another liquid shot of semen flew up into the air.  I groaned
again, and shot 2 more streams of hot cum into the air.  I kept pumping my
cock as weak driblets of semen petered out the side of my head.
   Sabeen's face was red, yet she couldn't hold back a smile, and clapped
her hands together like a little school girl, "My God, you have much male
fluid.  My goodness!"
   I could almost have cum again as she came down on her knees in front of
me, peering intently at my now flaccid cock.  "Make it hard again, I want
to see you shoot like that again."
   "Hard again?  Little lady, It takes me hours to get back up.  I'm not a
young man anymore."
   Sabeen stood up straight in front of me, eyes flashing, hands on her
hip, "You rip my scarf off, rape my dignity.  And you think you can get
away with only releasing your seed once?", she quickly reached in and
snatched her head scarf from my startled hands.
   She brought the scarf back up to her head, but instead of tying it
around her head like normal, she tied it around the lower part of her face,
covering her nose and mouth, exposing her hair and eyes.  She looked like a
modern day ninja...who didn't cover her hair.
   Eyes boring into me, she brought her hands up in that classic V symbol
that I had now associated to the start of a dance routine.  The arms came
down, and her hips started their sexy figure eight.  This dance though, had
a difference, she brought her robes up and down, but she began disrobing in
time with the music.  One minute it was on, then her robe was off and she
dropped it onto the floor.  My dick gave a half-hearted attempt to get up,
then dropped back down in exhaustion.  I watched transfixed as she twirled
in her jeans and white silk blouse.  During her turns, the blouse would
stick to her breasts, and I strained to get a clearer view.
   My breath got faster, and I broke out into a sweat, as Sabeen started
pulling on her blouse.  Her left arm would go up in a wavy dance step, then
come down to grab a handful of her blouse and pull on it.  The effect was
like an intoxicant...Like a strip dance with rhythm and style.
   The blouse finally came free of the jeans, and hung limp on her.  She
spun towards me and stopped in front of me, dropping onto her knees. 
Slowly, gyrating her arms in sinous waves, she bent over backwards, jutting
her breasts up into the air, head thrown back.  She brought her hands down
to her blouse, and pulled it up to her ribcage, exposing her stomach.  I
saw stomach at least twice a week at the mall, but I had to close my mouth
when I saw her pale flat stomach and belly button.
   My dick did what it hadn't done in almost 10 years.  It got up and stood
up tall for the second time in an hour.  It started pulsing with the music
and began crying for attention.
   The minute I saw Sabeen's stomach start rolling, my hands wrapped around
my cock.  She was good, and she created a roll from her diaphragm down her
belly into her abdomen.  Her skin undulated as it moved up and down, her
stomach seemed alive.  Bent over on her back, and her tits jutting up with
the belly roll....
   I started pumping my cock, as she stood up, still with her nose and
mouth veiled, and began dancing with her exposed stomach feet from my face.
She turned and bent over, swaying her jean covered ass, and I could feel
the gush building.  She turned back towards me and lifted the blouse even
higher, exposing the bottom part of her bra, and I hit the fan.  My cock
roared, and I ejaculated a huge thick stream of hot syrup right onto her
stomach.  I couldn't move it fast enough before the second blast shot her
in the stomach again, splattering over her upper stomach and ribs.  I was
able to lean it back and shot a third stream high up into the air before it
came back down on the floor around us.  I started groaning and bucked my
hips up, as I came several more times into the air before I began dribbling
on the floor.
   Sabeen was laughing out loud, "Mr.  Fraser, you impress me with your
antics.  Hours indeed!"
   She looked down at the gooey mess on her stomach, "I like this liquid,
yes?  But I must clean it up.  You are a machine, Mr.  Fraser.  I could
have many children with you.  But we are not married, and for that we can
never touch."
   Keeping her blouse high, so that it wouldn't touch the semen, she got
down on her knees again and peered again at my flaccid cock.  "Make it hard
again, I want to see you shoot like that again."
   I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, "Hard again?!  Little lady, It
takes me hours to get back up.  I'm not a young man anymore."
   Sabeen stood up straight in front of me, eyes blazing, finger shaking at
my face, "You think you can seduce me, cause me to uncover my nakedness,
and yet get away with only shooting twice for me?", She stamped her foot,
"Do I look like a common whore?"
   She lifted her hands up over her head again and I almost begged for her
to stop.  She swayed her hips lasciviously, and twirled around, gyrating
her body and my mind.  When her hands went to her jeans, my dick sobered up
and looked to get oriented.  She unbuttoned her jeans, then turned around,
lowering her jeans 6 inches to show me that she wasn't wearing any
underwear.  The skin on her ass was smooth and tan, and I almost reached
out to touch it.
   But then she was out of range again, dancing with her jeans unbuttoned,
but still clothed.  From the front her jeans were open, displaying a shaved
abdomen, that drove me wild.  My breathing got heavy and sweat broke out
again on my forehead.  Her arms moved in circles, her shirt coming off
inches at a time.  I sighed as the blouse finally unbuttoned, and her 34D
bra tumbled out.  A pink blush crept down her neck till it covered her neck
and chest area.  Her eyes remained downcast as she continued to dance.
   Twisting her arms in unison she dropped her blouse on the floor, and
then she shook her upper body , causing her large breasts and bra to bounce
on her body.  My dick stood up again, stopped then half stood.  It was
trying, I gave it credit, but it was beat.  .  She twisted her arms, and
the bra flew off to the side, fat thick nipples like rubber cylinders
topped her erect breasts.  Motherfucker!  She was built like a model.  She
got down on her knees again, but this time facing the other
direction...then she bent over backwards again.  Her breasts jutted
straight up, pink pencil eraser heads topping each mountain.  If my cock
had any thoughts of mutiny, it gave them up now, and stood up ramrod like I
was 15 again.  I moaned in pleasure as she shook her body, rolling on the
ground, moving and swaying.
   She got up again, her hips making circles, her stomach rolling up and
down, and her breasts waving left and right, and her eyes looked everywhere
except into my eyes.  My dick was pulsing, it wanted it, I wanted, there
was a fire between my legs, and just as I was about to reach for my
manhood, she spun once more and the jeans came off.  Her wide hips and
smooth stomach ended at a shaved vagina.  Her legs were smooth and shapely,
I could suck on those thighs all night.
   And just as I was about to jack my cock again, she was on me.  Legs
spread, she straddled my chair, and impaled herself onto me.  My 9-inch
monster snagged as it entered her very hot, wet cunt.  She paused, gasping
out loud....then reversed, then impaled herself again, groaning outloud as
my dick spread her lips and plunged into her innards.
   I closed my eyes as I felt my hardness enveloped by her small, tight
cunt.  My hands came up, seeking her fat tits.  But she shook her head and
caught my hands half way up, "You cannot touch me.  My body is for my
husband, not for you.  You are an American man, you cannot understand."
   She reversed once more, moaning like a whore, then came back down,
pushing all of my cock straight into her.  She was small, and my cockhead
touched the end of her cunt.  She sucked in air and moved her body
slightly, trying to fit all of my giantness into her.
   I bucked my hips, my groin alive with pleasure.  I could feel the
release upon me, and my cock exploded.  If I had thought that the other 2
orgasms were intense, I was surprised by this third.  It felt like my dick
was on fire and my loins sent electric shock tingles up my body and spine.
I groaned loudly, almost like I was in pain, as I spurt my juice inside
her.
   Sabeen squealed in glee, jiggling her tits, as my cum splattered inside
her cunt.  Shot after shot of man juice came inside her, and I could feel
it dribbling out of her cunt onto my pants.  She started riding me as my
orgasm subsided, and I slumped back in my chair exhausted.
   She peered into my face, "Make it hard again, I want you to shoot it in
me."
   I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, "Hard again?!  Little lady, It
takes me hours to get back up.  I'm not a young man anymore.  And I sure as
hell can't get it up a 4th time!"
   Sabeen shook her head, and pushed me in the chest in anger, "You think
you can take me physically, then ejaculate and leave me?  I'm not a
plaything you can ravish then discard!"
   I just looked at her incredulously, as she closed her eyes and moved her
hips twice.  I was exhausted, and I wouldn't be able to help her.
   I jerked up a little bit.  Deep inside her body, Sabeen was somehow
massaging my limp penis.  I looked at her downcast face, and could detect a
telltale smile.  Incredibly, my penis started to respond slightly as her
vaginal muscles pulled on my cock.
   She continued for several more seconds, but after the initial attempt,
my dick wouldn't get hard.  Flustered, Sabeen's face went red again, then
she really came at me.
   Grabbing both of my arms, she rubbed her tits into my shirt, moving them
up and down then pushing them into me.  So close forward, she brought her
face down on mine, pushing her tongue between my lips, moaning slightly as
she savagely kissed me.
   I moaned like a woman, her breasts were like giant pillows on my body,
and she pushed them into me.  I tasted her saliva and tongue, indulging in
her luxurious warmth and taste.  Then she really started working her
vaginal muscles, and the sheer sexuality of her kiss got my dick up and
stiff again..
   Still holding my arms and kissing me, she rubbed her tits up and down my
body as she got my dick up, then she started grinding me.
   Finally accomplishing a hard-on, Sabeen smiled at me and let my arms go,
breaking our kiss.  She was still mounted on me, and now she began riding
my lap like a wild horse.  She would look up at me once in awhile, but
mostly, she looked straight down so that her hair covered her face.
   Her large tits jiggled like a high school girls, and she placed the tips
of her feet on the floor.  Using both her thighs and hips, she rotated her
hips on my cock, driving my cock in and out of her.  I admit, if I hadn't
cum 3 times already, I would have cum violently just watching her go.  But
I was old and I was tired...my dick felt like it was in heaven, but it
wasn't ready to cum.
   Sabeen went for 5 minutes.  Panting, moaning, squealing, groaning,
making every noise I would never have expected from the quiet girl.
   Then she broke into Arabic, and I felt the end close.  Banging on my
chest with her right fist, and yelling in spitfire Arabic, she started
bouncing on my lap, arching her back and gasping for air.  I can't even
explain how erotic it was.  I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and let out
some type of low primordial groan, My first shot felt like a water
fountain, I just came for several seconds.  The second, third and fourth
blasts were minor volcano's, my dick thrilling me with it's feelings.  And
then I slowed down, shooting small amount, still coming, but dribbling my
juice in her.
   As I came back to reality, I witnessed the end of Sabeen's orgasm.  She
was arched back, tits in the air, her hips still pumping, but slowing down.
She finally stopped, and brought her head down to rest on my shoulder, her
arms around my neck.
   In the quiet aftermath, I lay my head back on the chair, too exhausted
to move.  In the quiet I could hear a steady whup whup from somewhere
outside.
   A disjointed thought crossed my mind, what made a sounds like Whup Whup?
Then it hit me, "A helicopter!  We're saved!", I looked around expectantly,
trying to get up.
   Sabeen still sitting on my limp cock, looked up wide-eyed, tears on the
verge of being shed.  "I am finished!  When my husband discovers the truth,
he will divorce me!"
   She looked down at me, finally giving me full eye contact since she
first came here, "You have seduced me, stripped me, removed my dignity, and
brought shame on my family name.  Because of you I've forsaken my husband,
children, religion and God.  What more can you do to me?
   I looked at her, finally breaking through some internal struggle, "Stay
with me,", I said, gaining momentum as I said it, "stay here.  Don't leave
me."
   "Would you keep me as yours?  Protect me and Clothe me?  Shower me with
love and presents?"
   I could only nod.
   "Will you grow a beard for me, and pray with me at dawn?"
   I could only nod.
   "Then take me", she whispered into my neck, "and never forsake me."
   And I could already feel my cock beginning to stir as the helicopter
faded away.  
  
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