Aisha pushed open the heavy wooden door to the riad, the night air thick with the smell of orange blossoms and dust. She was twenty-three, an Arab girl who knew exactly what she wanted when she slipped out of her family’s house in the medina. The tall European guy from the bar followed right behind her, his hand already gripping her ass through the thin fabric of her dress.
“Lock the door,” she said, voice low and direct. He did. She turned, pulled her dress over her head in one move, and stood there naked except for the gold chain around her waist. Her tits were full, dark nipples already tight. Her shaved pussy glistened under the low lamp light.
He stared. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
“Less talking, more fucking.” Aisha dropped to her knees, unzipped him, and pulled his cock out. It was thick and heavy in her hand. She licked the head once, then swallowed half of it in one go, sucking hard and fast. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. He groaned and grabbed her hair, fucking her mouth in short thrusts.
She pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. “Bed. Now.”
They didn’t make it to the bed. He bent her over the low couch, spread her ass cheeks, and shoved two fingers straight into her wet cunt. Aisha pushed back, grinding on his hand. “Deeper. Stretch that Arab pussy.”
He replaced his fingers with his cock in one hard thrust. She cried out, loud and filthy, as he started pounding her from behind. Her tits swung under her, the gold chain slapping against her stomach. Every slap of skin on skin echoed in the room. He reached around, rubbed her clit in rough circles, and she came fast, cunt clenching tight around him, juices dripping down her thighs.
He didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her back on the couch, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. Aisha’s eyes rolled as he bottomed out. “Harder. Fuck me like you mean it.” He did, slamming into her so the couch scraped across the tile floor. She reached down, spread her pussy lips wider for him, showing him exactly where to hit.
When he pulled out and slapped his cock against her swollen clit, she laughed, dirty and breathless. “You want to come on my tits or in my mouth?” He chose her mouth. She knelt again, took him deep, and swallowed every spurt while looking up at him.
They weren’t done. Aisha climbed onto the bed, got on all fours, and spread her cheeks. “My ass next. Use spit.” He worked two fingers into her tight hole first, then pressed his cock against it. She pushed back, taking him inch by inch until he was buried balls-deep in her ass. She moaned loud, rocking back to meet every thrust. “That’s it. Fuck my Arab ass raw.”
He reached under her, fingered her pussy at the same time, and she came again, shaking and cursing in Arabic and English mixed together. He followed soon after, filling her ass with hot cum.
They collapsed on the sheets, breathing hard. Aisha rolled onto her side, ran a finger through the mess leaking from her ass, and licked it clean. “Same time tomorrow?” she asked, already smiling. He nodded, still catching his breath. She grabbed her dress, slipped it back on without underwear, and left the riad door unlocked behind her. The night outside still smelled like oranges.
