COLONISED: OVERDUE RENT
You had one thing in your mind when you saw me answer the door on behalf of my Muslim husband, your tenant. You knew what you were going to do to me the minute you demanded entry into your house. Sure, it’s my home, but you own it. And you’re VERY fucking angry that my husband is late on his rent payments.
I do what any good Muslim wife would. I beg. I plead. I try and tell you that he is looking for other work. I try and get you to see reason.
But alas, you decide to say something so obscene that all of my preconceived notions about you are brought to the light. You ARE just like my people say you are: obscene, disgustingly liberal, nothing more than womanisers and colonisers that lead women astray.
Well, not me. I refuse.
At least, I do at the beginning. Women like me aren’t raised to be smart, we’re raised to be obedient and stay far FAR away from men like YOU. Pretty soon, you make me realise that THIS is the only way I can help my husband.
And I am an obedient Muslim wife. That, I’m sure of.
And so I strip. I get on my knees as if to pray, and when presented with your big white cock, my voice says one thing and my cunt says another thing entirely. I keep telling myself I’m doing this for my husband, even when you stifle my words by showing your massive white cock down my throat.
I keep telling myself that I’m doing this for my husband, even when you bend me over and feel how my pussy is betraying my words. I keep telling myself I’m doing this for my husband, until you stop… until you demand I say what you know I want to.
I beg. I plead. I beg you not to make me say it but my body knows what it wants. It knows what I’ve fantasised about for years. It knows my dreams of being in a different time, a time where history meant I would be the one who served you. It knows the reason why I’m not kicking you off me, and why instead I’m letting you take me the way I’ve always dreamed…
I need you to colonise me. Please. I need to be your Muslim sex slave.
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I do what any good Muslim wife would. I beg. I plead. I try and tell you that he is looking for other work. I try and get you to see reason.
But alas, you decide to say something so obscene that all of my preconceived notions about you are brought to the light. You ARE just like my people say you are: obscene, disgustingly liberal, nothing more than womanisers and colonisers that lead women astray.
Well, not me. I refuse.
At least, I do at the beginning. Women like me aren’t raised to be smart, we’re raised to be obedient and stay far FAR away from men like YOU. Pretty soon, you make me realise that THIS is the only way I can help my husband.
And I am an obedient Muslim wife. That, I’m sure of.
And so I strip. I get on my knees as if to pray, and when presented with your big white cock, my voice says one thing and my cunt says another thing entirely. I keep telling myself I’m doing this for my husband, even when you stifle my words by showing your massive white cock down my throat.
I keep telling myself that I’m doing this for my husband, even when you bend me over and feel how my pussy is betraying my words. I keep telling myself I’m doing this for my husband, until you stop… until you demand I say what you know I want to.
I beg. I plead. I beg you not to make me say it but my body knows what it wants. It knows what I’ve fantasised about for years. It knows my dreams of being in a different time, a time where history meant I would be the one who served you. It knows the reason why I’m not kicking you off me, and why instead I’m letting you take me the way I’ve always dreamed…
I need you to colonise me. Please. I need to be your Muslim sex slave.
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