Darius Zatosh was an Iranian-American student. High school life was great, but a certain incident worldwide had affected his life in school. The Danish newspapers printed something which infuriated the Iranian government and because of that whole incident, other high school students and his own classmates had been harassing him about his Persian identity. The matters were made worse by his high school teacher, Ms Eva Rasmussen. Being Danish-American and all, she was against the Iranian government and said that Denmark and all Western countries have freedom of expression, even at the expense of anyone, be it religion or politics. Eva Rasmussen was also saying many anti-Iranian things as well, as how they should all be kicked out o of Denmark, along with anyone else from North Africa or the Middle East. Her comments had hurt Darius, and many of his own friends started asking him where his loyalties lay, to the United States of America or Iran?
Eva Rasmussen was an attractive Nordic Blonde teacher, with long blonde hair and she resembled the Blonde slutty character from the TV show Desperate Housewives. But she and Darius had had many rows and arguments. She had called Iran, an enemy of the United States of America and he called her a 'bitch'. As a result of this argument he was sent to the Principal's office and his parents were called to the school. After that, Darius was forced to apologize to his teacher, who coldly took his apologies. Darius did apologize, looking humble and apologetic. But deep down, he and his parents hated it and Iran being called a 'terrorist' country. They hated that they must accept this in the context of free speech, patriotism, and that she was teaching history lessons. Darius was told that he must learn to see himself as an American first and Iranian second.
One day, when class was over, Darius approached Eva Rasmussen as she was sitting at her desk, marking assignments. As she noticed his shadow, she turned to look up at him.
"Yes. Can I help you, Darius?" Darius looked guilty and he said,
"I am sorry that I called you a bitch." Eva cut him off, saying,
"And you already apologized to me. You don't have to apologize twice." He put his hand under his jacket and took out a necklace. Eva was mesmerized by it, she had never seen anything as beautiful as it.
"This necklace is for you. In Iran, the guilty party gives a present to someone whom they had offended. You can say this is how we Persians say we are sorry." Eva tried not to laugh. As far as she was concerned, they were all arrogant and acted as if they owned America and the rest of the world owes them. She continued to look at necklace, and the more she looked, the more she became more mesmerized by it, finally saying,
"That is a good way of saying sorry." As she sat perfectly still, he placed the necklace around her neck. There, Darius smiled to himself it had worked. The whole 'I have become humble' expression had made her fall for his ruse. This was a Persian necklace, created from Persian sorcery and whoever wore this necklace around her neck, would have to obey the person who had placed it there.
"So Miss Rasmussen, do you know who I am?" asked Darius. He looked around, hoping that no one was seeing all this. Eva Rasmussen nodded her beautiful Danish-American head, saying,
"You are my master."
"Good", smiled Darius. He had many plans for her as he now owned the beautiful, freedom-loving, blonde teacher. Later, he had her take him to her apartment. She lived all by herself, which was perfect for him. He was sitting on her sofa sipping a glass of Coke as she stood in front of him, performing a striptease for her new master. She took off her blouse, then her skirt and was down to her bra and panties. After she took them off Darius now had a much better view of his slave, the view he desired, naked.
"Slave, I want you to crawl to me", ordered Darius. Eva responded,
"Yes master". She went on her knees, and then her palms dropped down to the floor. She crawled to him like a dog, while he unzipped his pants and took out his cock.
"Now blow me with that racist, hypocritical Danish mouth of yours." commanded Darius. Eva took in his cock in her mouth and started sucking it. Her tongue swirled around the head and it wasn't long before his sperm was quenching her thirst. He held her Blonde head down as she gave him his first Danish-American blow job.
"That's right, my slave. Keep your master happy" ordered Darius, enjoying Eva's mouth wrapped around his cock. Her mouth and jaw worked on his cock, drinking as much Persian sperm as possible. After she finished his cum was all over her face.
"I want you to lie on your back", ordered Darius. Eva lay on her back on the carpeted floor. He then mounted her and started ramming his Persian, Middle Eastern cock inside her cunt fucking her rapidly. She was moaning, enjoying the cock in her pussy even as she hated the fact it was there. Darius continued fucking her and then his cum flooded her Blonde pussy as his hands were groping her lovely 40D breasts, and then he was sucking on her left breast, like he were a baby, and she was his mother. After sucking on her nipple and ramming her cunt really hard, he laid on the floor next to her, laying his head on her breasts.
"You are one good fuck, Eva." Eva responded,
"Thank you master."
THREE WEEKS LATER
Darius completely owned Eva. In class she still acted as if he was one of her students, so that no one would learn of his domination of her. All the other Persian American students in that high school knew about Darius and Eva, and all the fighting arguments over those cartoons. After class Darius would go to Eva's house and have sex with her, but he was tiring of the sex and wanted something more. He wanted to further dominate and humiliate her, so he called five Persian American students that he knew, and had all of them come over to her place.
Eva was now the six boys' entertainment. She was sitting on her wooden table, plunging a large bottle inside her cunt, while Darius and his five Persian American guy friends were drinking and laughing at her expense. Her hand was shoving the bottle inside and Darius and the boys were cheering her on.
"Faster, faster." They called. She did it as fast as she could, until they could see her cum running from her cunt and dripping on her wooden table.
"Ok stop", ordered Darius. She stopped as one of the Persian boys, Hamid, smiled and told Darius and others,