For A Small Time I Had A Moslem Girl

In Paris on assignment I met this beauty from the Far East. She was Muslim, of a high born family in her country. She was in Paris studying Politics and Social Causes, not something that a conservative Muslim is expected to study. She was rebellious and wanted to experience life. We engaged and had deep discussions about the futility of struggle and the times we lived in. I kissed her, more out of a desire than something thought out. She was angry but the devil was there and she going to become my social equal. The fucking was planned, no hole left unturned. Her butthole she was stoic, down her throat she fought. But when it was all over a white man from the decadent west and an infidel had her body and her soul. And she was fucked day after day after day until her surrender was complete. A life experience she didn't expect and her futility with struggle.

Moslem girls I found out are subservient. It's in their nature, bred in over centuries and she was there to serve. She continued her studies while I continued with my assignment. Until one day I told her I would be leaving Paris and she had to make a choice. Return with me or return to her country, defiled, used, a white man's whore. She chose to return to her country, for a while, before she would return to me.

Her life is in her country, their rules. I still from time to time think of her. She had her moment, in the west where she could be used the way she wanted. It was my luck to be the one to use her. Of all the ways she preferred anal, flat on her stomach with my full body weight on her. Fully inserted she groaned from my weight. That girl liked anal, liked as in enjoyed it. Her little pussy hole second, and a distant third worshipping a white cock in her hand and swallowing it whole.