Chapter 8 Somali cock english mouth

The note read 'I will be so very grateful if you help me masturbate, you wouldn't have to suck or swallow if you didn't wish. I am lonely my wife is very unwell and I miss her'.

The Somali man had taken a risk taking such a step so early in his campaign to entice her. However Ahmed was an expert seducer of white women and had observed Abigail exhibiting herself to him and concluded that the English girl could now be almost certainly receptive to some interracial sex.

Abigail stared at his groin, wondering what his cock was like; how dark in colour was it, how thick, how long, had the thought of it in her mouth given him an erection, what would his cock taste like?

'Wouldn't your wife be upset if she knew?' she asked as she looked up into his eyes and he knew by her look that he had her.

His wife had approved each one of the previous seven english women that he had successfully enthralled and impregnated before giving each of them to grateful brother Somalis; in one case his wife had actually chosen the woman, now blissfully married and pregnant with her fifth Somali child.

'She would want me to be happy, I am sure. But only with a good, christian girl. You are a good, Christian girl aren't you?'

'Yes, sir, I am. I go to church every Sunday. I'm a virgin, I've never seen a man naked but I've watched hundreds of girls suck black men's cocks on the internet sir, so I'll do my best to please you.' She realised what she'd said, and blushed. Her nipples strained and pushed against her top. Her pussy lips hardened and spread, juice wetting her knickers and her clit ached for Somali touch. This was it; she was going to suck a black man's cock at last. He had got her so easily.

'Okay my sweet, come over here, let's move this table out of the way and could you get on your knees, I'll sit here and enjoy your pretty mouth on my cock.'

He moved the table as she knelt down, a little anxious about the task before her but determined that all those hours viewing girls performing oral sex on brown cocks would help her to satisfy him. This was perfect, she had dreamed about having a Somali or Pakistani guy but the guys at college intimidated her, but this old man didn't; he was kind and lonely, he needed her.

'Don't be nervous, take your time, only do what you are comfortable with, my sweet.' He looked at her, she was absolutely gorgeous, beautiful luxuriously red hair and pale white, flawless skin; perfect. 'How old are you?'

'Eighteen, sir.' This is it, she thought, she wanted to be his eighteen year old white lover, she wanted him so much, she wanted to beg.

Eighteen, his youngest yet.

'Good, and I'm pleased you watch interracial sex-you do not share the racism of your father and other english men-racism is confined to white men, not women.'

'I only watch interracial sir, I love African and Asian men, I'm so hot and wet for you, as soon as I saw you I thought you were beautiful. I've not give in to boys but if your wife approves, I'll give in to you and try and make you less lonely sir.'

He kissed her head, breathing in the perfumed sweetness of her copper coloured hair 'and I'm hot for you, my delicious white teen. Pull my trousers down and take them off me, then do the same with my underwear.'

Abigail could hardly grip the belt, her fingers were trembling; she apologised and took a deep breath and finally unfastened his belt and trousers and pulled them off him as he lifted his bottom from the chair to assist her.

In just his underwear, his resting cock's authority and latent power took her breath away. She was moments away from seeing and touching her first cock; the shape and size of it, now enclosed only by the thin material of his briefs, intimidated her. It looked thick and heavy and Abigail wondered when it would become erect; would she have to rouse it by kissing, licking, sucking and performing for it?

His legs were slim, and his dark brown skin contrasted both with his white underwear and also with her. She placed her hands on his thighs slowly stroking him, loving the feel of him, marvelling at the difference between his dark compelling African skin and her pale, white passive skin.

She thought of the increasing numbers of devoted white mothers she had seen with black and Asian babies.

She looked up at him, he smiled down at her triumphantly 'you're a sweet girl to please old Ahmed', leaning up, she kissed him and then pulled at his white cotton briefs. They slipped down, allowing his cock freedom. It lay on his beautiful, black smooth thigh. She was transfixed by it; she thought it the most delicious treasure that she had ever seen. 'Pull them off sweetie', she had forgotten all about removing his briefs but she wanted him to be naked, so off they came, over his socked feet and he then took off his shirt.

Ahmed was plainly an older man but in terrific shape for his age. He was slim, with only a small belly. He had beautiful dark, ebony skin. So silky, she ached to lick him, kiss him all over his body. To spend a night with him, Abigail would promise him everything, anything just to have him on her, in her, all night.

His circumcised cock reminded her that he was Muslim. Her heart fluttered and her nipples tingled with longing.

She picked his cock up and was awed by it; she moved towards it and savouring its masculine aroma, stuck her tongue out and delicately sampled the slit on the top of his globular smooth cock head; she let the tip of her tongue rest on it, slowly moving up and down the closed eye, delighting in its taste; she'd always wondered how the girls on the websites could bear to have a cock in their mouths-men urinated with through their cocks-but the zesty deliciousness he secreted onto her tongue was mouth-watering. She flicked her tongue over and around the head, scooping up tiny drops of fluid from him and lining her lips with it.

Her virgin body was in rapture. He stroked her head, caressed her ear.

Her delicate, reverential attention to his pleasure charmed him; he stretched his legs, held his hand firmly on her head and enjoyed his cock's erection push up against her tongue and into her mouth. He felt her head push back, startled by the sudden invasion past her lips by his mounting, hardening manhood; he held her head confidently in position, she opened her mouth wide earnestly attempting to accommodate what was by this time his solid unyielding cockhead now pushing against and dominating her tongue. She gasped, snivelled and gagged and whimpered, causing his cock to harden further. He paused, conscious of the necessity of patience and for her to feel secure in his hands. She tasted and gulped down some more delicious fluid.