Chapter 6

We quickly finished breakfast and retired to the living room. We still had a couple of hours to kill before our client was due, allowing us time to snuggle on the couch. At first, I worried I wouldn’t recover in time, but sitting close to Mom ignited my lust. Mom’s hand snuck through the front of my robe and lightly held my semi-hard prick. She probably had the same concerns about whether I’d be able to perform after our extended morning bout of sex.

Lightly squeezing my shaft, she apprehensively spoke. “Sam, I’ve had this rule with my customers that there would be no refunds or repeats, even if the process proved unsuccessful. One of them has been persistent, and I feel sorry for the poor girl. I agreed, even before she offered to double the original amount. It wasn’t the money that swayed my mind; I wanted to make her happy. Our appointment with her is at one.”

My mind raced through the women trying to figure out who it was. Since she mentioned a girl, it must be one of the two younger ones. Before I could concentrate further, she acknowledged, “It was the lady from two days ago. Her body was covered and hidden, except for her beautiful face and silky, black hair.”

It was indeed my lucky day; she had described Snow White. Images of her black bush contrasting against her smooth, white skin flashed through my mind. My shaft pulsed, signaling my excitement.

Mom still had her hand wrapped around my prick and felt it throb and come alive. She bleated, “Should I be jealous of this girl? It looks like you have some special feelings for her.”

“She was charming, Mom, but you’re still the love of my life,” I said, attempting my best to put her at ease.

She smiled and leaned in to lightly kiss me, with no hint of jealousy, looking pleased with her son’s happiness.

At the designated time, I retreated to my room to wait for the arrival of Snow White. I sat on my bed nude, displaying my semi-hard cock, waiting for Mom’s entrance. She strolled in wearing her robe, and I instantly hardened, rising and hugging her, ending with an erotic kiss. She wrapped her hands around my manhood and stressed, “Let’s save this for our client. Hopefully, you’ll be successful today. Good luck, honey. Don’t forget that your aunt is coming over at three.”

With no reason to wear my robe anymore, I marched down the stairs to our room nude, my stiff prick swaying back and forth. Once I entered our bedroom, I noticed a change in the positioning of the woman. The sheet covered her, but it was high in the air, as if she was on her knees praying, her back pushing up the sheet.

I remembered how nervous she was our first time. While uncovering her, I consoled her, “I’m so happy you returned. I can’t wait to feel your beautiful skin again.” When I shoved the sheet upward, she extended her body forward and raised her ass into the air. My prick jerked, when I realized she wanted it doggy style. Maybe she thought this would be a better method to impregnate her.

Her long, pure-white leg flesh accented her black, hairy pussy. She widened her legs, exposing her already wet gash, ready for an infusion of sperm. Hard as a rock, I moved up and stroked her lily-white meat.

Her skin was hot and firm to the touch, burning my fingers. I took my time, running my hands up and down her smooth thighs. The sides of my hands bumped against her furry slit each time I went to the top. Her sweet pussy scent emanated from her sex, anticipating my fat cock stretching her tight channel.

Reluctantly releasing my hands from her firm thighs, my aching cock demanded I proceed. Placing my mushroom-shaped head onto the puffy outer lips of her pussy, I rolled it around, lubricating it with her flowing juices. No more foreplay was warranted; I jabbed my prick deep into her throbbing pussy.

Moaning in the pillow while my prick descended to the bottom, she shrieked in pleasure when my balls slammed against her mound of fur. Her pussy contracted while she experienced her first orgasm. Keeping my prick lodged deep, I stroked her sides and legs, allowing her to recover from her immediate climax. No sounds emanated from her while she fought to catch her breath.

I enjoyed the quiet moment, caressing her smooth flesh. My only disappointment was that I couldn’t make love to her like an average couple, kissing her as we made love. “Take your time, baby. We’ll take it as slow as you want. I could fuck you all night.”

A long groan broke her silence when she moved her hips forward and back, fucking herself on my pole. She was ready for another round; I was determined to make it as pleasurable for her as it was for me. Gripping her hips, I fucked her hard.

The angle of my piercing lance caused her pleasure centers to fire off when I bumped and scraped against her tight pussy walls. We fucked hard for ten minutes, concentrating on pleasing each other. Wanting this session to last longer to enjoy her body faded away when I felt the familiar tingling in my balls. My prick serviced her sensitive pussy while I reached up and kneaded her swaying tits. I squeezed them hard and twisted her nipples between my fingers. Her rapid breathing and loud moaning were the only sounds coming from under the sheet.

Her second orgasm unexpectedly occurred when her pussy suddenly clamped down on my invading prick. Hearing her scream into the pillow, a stream of hot cum shot up through my stem, causing the tip of my cock to explode. A load of hot seed spurted out, bathing the back of her pussy. Each blast of hot cum I shot into her, resulted in another contraction from her convulsing cavern.

I slowly fucked her after our mutual orgasms finished, relishing in the blissful connection we had just shared. Crestfallen that the session was already over, I hoped we weren’t successful again.

Both of us breathed hard and fast while we recovered from the intense fuck. Panting, I managed to spout, “You are so sexy. I know it’s selfish of me, but in a way, I hope you’re not pregnant so we can meet again.”

I pulled out, leaving her ass uncovered while I backed up. My eyes traveled from her cum-filled pussy down her creamy smooth thighs to her delicate feet.

Without warning, the sheet went flying off. Suddenly, Snow White flipped around and flopped onto the bed. Still staring at her legs, she spoke in a sexy French accent. “No hope is necessary. I’m pretty sure you impregnated me last session. This time was for you.”

I recognized her voice. I quickly looked up and spouted, “Monica?”

“Yes, Sam. Come to me, my love,” she cooed, her arms open. I lowered down to her, melding my body to hers.

She stroked my scalp while memories flashed back to me.

It was my last year in our old neighborhood. I loved walking back and forth to school, located a mile from our house. Each day, my route passed by a preschool, halfway between our home and school.

On one of those days, I ran across a couple of bullies teasing and tormenting a young girl outside the preschool. I broke it up and continued to walk home. I noticed the girl they harassed followed me for a few blocks before I lost sight of her.

Days after this incident, the same girl would wait by her school for me to pass and then follow me. I didn’t think anything of it; she was probably using me to stop the kids from picking on her. After a couple of weeks of this routine, I noticed she went up a walkway to a large house with large bushes on both sides. One day when I walked by, I spotted a woman wearing Muslim attire inside the entrance of the hidden walkway. When I passed, she quietly whispered, “Excuse me, Sir. Could I have a moment with you?”

I stopped, unsure if she would accuse me of trying to lure the girl or what. I uneasily responded, “Um, sure. Anything wrong?”

“Please follow me, and I’ll explain,” she softly spoke, as she went up to the house and waited for the girl and me to enter. After we were inside, she removed the covering on her head, revealing her beautiful face. She told her daughter to sit at the table with me. She had a French accent, unlike what I expected from her attire.

She introduced herself as Monica and her daughter as Camila before she went to the kitchen and brought out a plate of warm cookies and two glasses of milk. She set them down in front of us and sat opposite us at the table.

Camila picked up a cookie and devoured it. Monica smiled and explained, “I’m so grateful for you protecting my daughter. Kids harass her because they know she’s from a Muslim family.”

Her French accent intrigued me while I listened to her talk. When Camila finished, Monica ordered, “Go to your room, sweetie, and play.”

After taking a bite out of the delicious cookie, I felt a bump on my leg. Looking down, I eyed a beautiful, short-haired, black cat walking around my legs. I lifted the friendly kitty off the floor and placed her on my lap. She curled and purred, while I petted her. I knew where to scratch her neck and head to give her the attention she desired.

I asked, “And who is this cute girl? I love cats. Her fur is soft and sleek.”

Monica smiled widely and replied, “Her name is Dinah. She likes a lot of attention. My husband hates cats.”

That was the first indication she wasn’t on board with her marriage. She kept a cat her husband hated, and the cat’s name was of Jewish origin. That couldn’t have set well with her Muslim husband.

Unwilling to further explain the details concerning her cat, she said, “I wanted to thank you earlier, but my husband was home, and I’m forbidden to speak to another man. He’s off on a business trip to the Middle East, so I seized the opportunity to thank you.”

“It’s nothing, really,” I responded. “I didn’t do much, but I’ll be happy to help her, whenever she requires it.”

“Thanks,” she replied, with a smile that made my heart flutter. “I’d like to explain my circumstances so you understand my situation better. I’m originally from France and married my husband when I turned eighteen, already pregnant with Camila. I was very naive and easily influenced by the prestige and money he flourished upon me. It wasn’t long before he tired of me and began having affairs, but I remained with him, honoring my obligation. I’m not religious by any means, but I’ve made an effort to observe some of the Muslim rules to satisfy my husband.”