Chapter 1

“So, it’s been a pretty sweet holiday so far, hasn’t it, love?” my new girlfriend, Susie, asked me the very first night of my vacation in her posh London suburb.

“Yes, though it’s going to be rough going back to the States and leaving you behind. I’m still wary of the whole ... long-distance aspect to it, especially being so open-ended and all that jazz. We’re both likely to get very lonely after a bit,” I reminded her as we arrived at a shop that frankly defied any clear description ... was it a cafe, nightclub, pub, or something else entirely?

“Lonely and hungry, you mean? Darling, let’s not dwell on the future right now. Let’s live in the present, okay, love? You’re here, I’m here as your hostess, ready to pamper you, spoil you rotten, treat you to the full London, British girlfriend experience, all that jazz, okay?” Susie pushed back her dirty blonde locks from her face before planting a lip lock on me that showed zero fucks given about PDA.

“You’re a bit on the high class end as Englishwomen go, aren’t you, babe?” I teased Susie while fondling her bottom, taking my cues from her in terms of being open with my affections.

“What, want to try on a working-class slag for the full smorgasbord? Or a middle-class mum and housewife? Help yourself, just come back to your upper crust lady hostess in time for a good supper, snog, shag, and snuggle, you greedy Yank bastard!” Susie playfully slapped my ass and squeezed it, “especially as I’d miss this tight bum almost as much as your thick, hard cock!”

I laughed that off as some kind of joke, still unsure of Susie’s boundaries, as I squeezed hers in return, telling her, “The feeling’s mutual where ass is concerned, trust me. Your butt’s made for some serious spanking and sodomy. Not to mention doggy and rimming.”

“What about my tits?” Susie fished for compliments, seeming to move on from the topic of strange.

“To die for, hon,” I reassured her, cupping her breasts to make my point.

“Hey, you two, get a room!” someone laughed, just before I saw and heard something else.

In the middle of the establishment, for whatever reason, there was a pool or billiard table, and right there, I saw one of the players being interrupted by a man old enough to be her father. She got visibly annoyed by the repeated interruptions and tried to resume playing her game, but I noticed that he wouldn’t take a hint. Thinking that he was just an amorous fellow who didn’t know how to take a hint, or perhaps a possessive husband quick to take umbrage at petty and perceived slights, I walked over to them and tried to calm the man down a bit.

“Excuse me, but I think that the lady has made it clear that she wants to play pool. Let her do so in peace, okay? Why don’t you get a drink or something? If she wants to talk to you later, she can do so then. Here, I’ll buy you a drink, sir,” I offered, mouthing to Susie that I thought that I had it handled, to which she reacted with a gentle laugh.

“Sure,” Susie mouthed back to me with evident sarcasm.

Ignoring this little jab, I impulsively repeated my offer and the man grew noticeably aggravated. He got directly in my face, invading my personal space, and pointed at my chest with his stubby index finger. I looked closer and noticed that he had a pencil-thin mustache on his swarthy face, the sweat beads dripping down his cheeks as he confronted me. I was and am a hefty sort of fellow, what Susie liked to call “beefy,” for some reason. There’s plenty of muscle, but no shortage of fat, too, to be blunt. I wouldn’t win any Mr. Universe contests, but I was intimidating enough in my own right. I could sense that the man was used to bullying most guys who meddled with what he deemed his own property, namely the young woman.

“I do not drink. That is forbidden,” the man asserted, making Susie snicker.

“Bollocks! I saw you here last week with a gin and tonic and you know it! You, sir, are a hypocrite who has gotten scared because your little missy here has decided that she doesn’t just want to play pool with you! Now you regret bringing her here the first few times, because she’s had too much fun and you’re worried that she’ll snog and shag some man! You know what, I hope that she does! What’s the matter, nightlife all fun and games until the woman shows that she likes it, too?” Susie taunted him, drawing further attention to us, especially from the lady in question.

“Look, it is not your business! Meral is my daughter! She will not follow her mother’s sinful path of adultery and divorce, to become a shameless sinner and slut! An adulteress! A tramp! A whore!” the man shouted, all but spitting at me.

“Mum is no such thing! She just got tired of your constant abuse and neglect, so she left and divorced you for Mazhar, who she married by the way! Mazhar treats her very well, much better than you ever did! You could learn from him! He doesn’t hover and stalk and shadow her, smothering her like that! You act like I’m your wife, or maybe even your dog, not your daughter!” Meral, the young woman in question, insisted.

“Mazhar’s a cuck and you know it! A sissy, a wimp, less than a man! She needs to return to her rightful husband, namely me, and if you ever leave a good man like that, or marry an infidel loser like this man, I’ll make you wish that you hadn’t! Why I bother, I don’t know! You’re an ungrateful daughter, after all of the things I have given you, all of the privileges, the freedom that I gave you, the... , “ the man roared, making me laugh in his face.

“Looks to me that, in my personal opinion, you’re not really giving her much room at all, let alone freedom. I don’t know the specifics of your divorce, but I suspect that she has the right of it, not you. I doubt that this ‘Mazhar’ fellow is a ‘cuck,’ as you put it, but even if he is, that’s between the two of them, isn’t it? Why does it worry you so much? Is it because she left you for him?

“I’m assuming that Meral here is being kept chaste here like an heirloom or something, to be traded to another man for his favors, out of fear that she’d turn out like her mother, a free spirit or something like that! Perish the thought of that! Speaking of spirits, clearly you lied about the booze, so have a spirit on me! Just let your daughter have a little playtime. It’s not like she’s asking to fuck half the pub! Maybe you’re afraid that she will, but there’s no sign of it yet,” I scoffed at the man’s dubious assertions.

“He’s probably afraid that he’d like it too much if she did,” Susie smirked, making Meral giggle a bit and making her father snarl at her.

“Yeah, he does seem a little fixated on the whole ‘cuck’ thing of his. Maybe it’s his fantasy. He does act like a jilted husband more than a father a lot! Maybe he’s a daughter-fucker, or just loathe to see someone else have what he can’t,” I joked, causing Meral to snicker a little more and her father to glare at me.

“Well, maybe you should indulge him, love! Maybe you should get his fears out of the way and teach him a bloody lesson by bending his lovely daughter over and screwing her senseless in front of the whole pub!” Susie teased me and egged me on, causing Meral to laugh a third time and infuriating her very jealous father.

“Well, it could be argued that this kind of thing is a self-fulfilling prophecy and that those who hate such things are the ones who secretly like it most,” Meral spoke aloud for herself again, showing a very independent mind indeed.

“I will not be insulted like this! You have a choice to make! You can come home with me, or you can stay here, but I warn you that you will have to pay the price if you do the latter! Your whole family will hear of this, as will Abu Jamali! I will not hear such disrespectful words from your mouth again, daughter! You are my property until I give you away! You will be loyal and obedient to me, just as a good daughter should be! You will... , “ the man growled, only to hear laughter from Meral yet again.

“Oh, really? Where was this concern for my purity or fidelity last week, after Ramadan ended, you got a little wasted, held a drunken poker game, yes, drinking AND gambling, not to mention cocaine and hashish, for anyone keeping score of sins, for your friends from the shop, and ordered me to serve all of you drinks in Mum’s lingerie that she got to please you the last Valentine’s Day before she left? Where was it when you needed some chips for the game and you told me to give Allan a handjob, or when you told me to let Milton play with my tits? How is this any different, FATHER? How about when you told me to breathe heavily in Jordan’s ear so that he would be flustered and off his game? Seems to me that while you’re no cuckold, you are your own daughter’s pimp!” Meral told a lot more details of their family life than her father could have recalled or expected.

“If that’s how you feel, when I just made a drunken mistake or two, maybe you should leave me like your mother left me and marry him now!” the man snapped now, making everyone hush for a second.

“You know what, right now, if I didn’t think that it would make his girlfriend here jealous, I just might do it! I might very well move in with this man or at least fuck him in front of you!” Meral challenged her father in her frustration, being very annoyed that he stalled her game and the other players watched them instead of playing pool.

“Hey, love, don’t stop on my account. He’s a big bloke. I don’t own him and I’m not his mum. If you want to shag my beau, go for it!” Susie laughed heartily, slapping my ass to encourage me.