As Freddy entered the room, he smiled as Mrs. Mitchell spoke. "Go jump in the shower and get that sexy body of yours cleaned up. She should be getting her in fifteen minutes or so." She said, placing the water in the fridge before taking a seat on the couch and looking at her phone. She was going through her contacts, making a list of married or soon-to-be-married women.
Licking her lips as one of her friends in Japan was about to get married, she wondered what it would be like if she helped raped her right before the wedding ceremony. "I bet he would enjoy defiling her right before she took her vows." Mrs. Mitchell said before her tongue moved across her lips, licking them.
Ten minutes later, her phone rang as she answered. "Noor, are you here?" She asked, smiling as she spoke.
"I will be right down." She said, getting up and walking out of the room. The elevator reached the lobby as she walked out, and she saw a sexy woman in a hijab smiling. Walking over and hugged Noor.
"It's good to see you. What, has it been ten years?" Mrs. Mitchell said, smiling and kissing her cheek.
"It has been a while. Where is this Mr. Johnson?" Noor asked.
"He is upstairs; please come with me." Mrs. Mitchell walked to the elevator, and they got on. Noor leaned against the wall, muttering to herself.
"It's hot today; I can't stand the humidity." She said to herself, not realizing that Mrs. Mitchell heard her and smiled as they stopped on the floor.
"Noor, you don't look too well. Once we get to the room, I will get you a drink. Please relax until you have recovered enough to be okay. Mr. Johnson is a kind and loving man; he will be more than okay with you relaxing for twenty minutes or so." She said. Noor smiled and spoke.
"Thank you, I needed that. It's been bad these last few days so that I will take you up on that offer." She said as Mrs. Mitchell opened the door and they walked inside. As Noor took her seat, she was handed one of the special water bottles, downing it as she leaned back.
"Thank you. Where is Mr. Johnson?" She asked.
"He jumped in the shower before your call; he should be out in ten minutes or so." Mrs. Mitchell said with a smile as she pulled out her phone. Looking at it before speaking.
"It's family; I will be on the balcony if you need anything." She said, opening the sliding door, stepping on it, then closing it. Noor sat in the room alone as she looked around.
"Is it hot in here?" She said, her face reddening as she undid the top button of her shirt. Sitting there, her pussy began to throb as she rubbed her thighs. What was wrong with her? Noor thought to herself as she unbuttoned another button and fanned her face as she felt her nipples get hard.
"I haven't had sex in a while; is the heat making me horny?" She said to herself as she squeezed one of her tits, moaning as she opened her legs, forgetting where she was—sliding a hand under the skirt of her business outfit, moaning as her finger rubbed up against her underwear.
"That feels so good." She said. Only to be startled when a man's voice echoed out.
"Oh, my, what a lovely sight," Freddy said, walking into the room, dripping wet, with nothing but a towel on. She looked over, shocked, but found herself looking at the man's body; it was perfect, she thought.
She shook her head and quickly turned around. "I am so sorry you had to see that. I don't know what came over me, Mr. Johnson. But can you please put clothes on? I am a married muslim woman. It's not appropriate." Noor quickly said, only to not hear anything.
"Mr. Johnson? Did you hear me?" She said, not hearing a reply. She turned around only to see him standing in front of her naked, with his cock hanging face level. She quickly tried to stand up, only for Freddy to turn her around, bending her over the back of the couch.
"MR. JOHNSON, UNHAND ME!" She screamed as she felt him pull up her skirt.
"I can't do that after seeing you play with yourself. My dick got somewhat hard; I think you need to take care of it." He said, ripping her pantyhose before pulling down her underwear.
"I said I was sorry, please, you can't do this! I am married!" She yelled out as she tried to struggle, but found this man was so much stronger than her husband, as she couldn't move an inch. Noor felt him push his cock between her ass cheeks, making her moan, shocking her as she covered her mouth.
How could she moan to another man's cock? She wasn't like this. "I mean, look at your massive tits hanging over the back of the couch; they scream, I am a slut." Freddy said while undoing her shirt, as a quarter of the buttons were already undone, making her scream inside her head, why did she unbutton them?
"I beg of you, please don't do this." She said as her moans began to escape her mouth as Freddy pulled up her bra, revealing her tits and the brown nipples. Freddy grabbed them violently as he squeezed them; Noor's body weakened as she moaned loudly.
"Too hard!" She yelled out, making Freddy smile as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, hidden by her hijab.
"So you wouldn't care if I did it a little softer." He said with a smirk as he loosened his squeezing and started to massage them instead.
"Damn, your muslim tits were made for white men to play with. Look at them, I suck, fondle, and fuck them all day." Freddy said, pulling on her nipples, making her moan out.
"Please, don't say that. It's racist." She moaned, but her pussy was leaking onto the couch, making her doubt her own words. Why was she getting turned on by this man's wicked words? She began to pray in Arabic. Hearing this, Freddy pulled his dick out of her ass cheeks and smiled as he heard a sigh of relief, only for him to push his cock between her thighs.
"Not that!" She yelled out as she felt his large cock rubbing against her dripping wet pussy. Noor felt ashamed of herself as she was getting off to this man's teasing. Freddy could see her conflicted face in the window as he smiled and whispered into her ear.
"If you make me cum before you do, I won't put it in and will even let you go. But if you cum before me, you have to ask me to put it inside your pussy. This is a chance to keep your wedding vows and loyalty to your husband. Are you going to pass it up?" Freddy said, making Noor bite her lip before nodding as she closed her thighs and began to move herself.
Her only chance was to make this man cum first, or else he would put it inside, and she would be betraying her husband.
"Do you like my arab thighs? They make your fat white cock feel good, don't they?" She moaned out, trying to arouse this man to cum first. Seeing this, Freddy chuckled as he leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
"Talking dirty is fine, but you know what really turns me on?" He asked her, making her bite her lip before speaking.
"What is it, Mr. Johnson?" She asked, needing to know, as she felt her pussy spasming.
"I love kissing; it turns me on the most." He said, moving his hips to match hers. She shook her head no. But after a minute, she turned her head, looking at Freddy as she spoke.
"Kiss me, Mr. Johnson. I want it." She said, hoping this would make him cum, as she was reaching her limits. Freddy smiled and leaned forward, kissing her as his tongue moved inside her mouth, shocking her. Noor had never experienced such a passionate kiss in her life, her body trembling as she panicked and moved faster.
Freddy noticed this and pulled his mouth away as he spoke. "You lose, Noor." He said, the moment she began to squirt out, spasming from her orgasm, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Noor had never felt this strong a pleasure before. What kind of orgasm was this?! Her mind screamed before the energy left her body and she began to pant.
"Do it, or is your word nothing?" Freddy said.