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My name is Jasmine, and my husband, Ed, and I were twenty-eight years old at the time of this story. We had been married for four years after graduating from business school. We met at a job in New York, City with an international consulting firm specializing in Middle East marketing and business development. I have a master’s degree in international marketing, and Ed has a master’s degree in international tax.We had been with the consulting firm for four years and although Ed spent most of his time in the back office evaluating various deals, I was on the front line with our clients. We had a particularly large amount of business with a wealthy merchant from Bahrain. His name is Faizi, and I had gotten to know him very well after taking the lead on his account for the previous two years. He was forty-five years old and a very handsome man at six feet tall and weighing about one hundred and eighty pounds. He has a neatly-trimmed full beard and a dark-olive complexion.He always treated me with respect and he gave me very expensive gifts to show his appreciation for my service to his companies. After getting to know me, Faizi would also flirt with me in subtle ways even touching me seemingly innocently, and I knew that he was dazzled by my looks, as many men are.I don’t mean to brag, but I’m five feet seven inches tall, weigh one hundred and twenty pounds, and have shoulder-length blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. I’ve got amazing, full D-cup breasts and a very shapely ass. Many men of color seem to be attracted to me, and especially the Middle East men that I encounter in our company. I also have to admit that my boss encouraged me to dress as revealing as good taste would allow, and Ed didn’t seem to mind that I displayed my cleavage and legs to keep our clients happy.Faizi made it to New York about every other month, and he and I were out for dinner alone one evening to discuss the marketing for a new venture he had just started. After discussing our business, he surprised me by saying, “I really appreciate the service you have given me for the past two years, and I know your talents well enough now that I’d like to offer you a position with my company in Bahrain. I can also use your husband’s talents on our accounting staff, but I am especially interested in you. This will help me save a lot on consulting costs and the frequent trips to New York.”I was very flattered and said, “I appreciate the offer, but it would be somewhat difficult for Ed and me to live in a foreign land with no family or friends close by. And even though we both make good salaries now, it’s still difficult to live in the city on what we make. My understanding is that it is even more expensive to live in Bahrain as an expatriate.Faizi smiled and said, “I think you will find my offer quite generous. I am offering you a two-year contract with a combined salary for both of you of eight hundred thousand dollars per year, and airfare to and from Bahrain. In addition, I will furnish you, at no cost, a luxury apartment suite in my compound with a private chef to prepare your meals, also at no cost.””But because of some problems I had with a previous contract employee, there will be a stipulation. I will also insist that you complete a background questionnaire, so I can assess how you will acclimate to the culture in Bahrain. I’ll warn you that some of the questions are very personal, but you’ll need to answer them all honestly to seal the offer.”I was dumbfounded by his offer and said, “Oh my goodness, Faizi, that’s a most generous offer and I can hardly wait to get home to tell Ed about it. But what is the stipulation?”He then said, “I previously offered a European couple a similar deal, but after the move to Bahrain and several months on the job, they decided to go back to France. Let’s just say they had a problem with some of the cultural aspects of living izmir rus escort in Bahrain. That was a very expensive waste of time for me. So, if you and Ed accept the offer, it will be a mandatory two-year contract.””Since I will be paying all your living expenses, you’ll only receive a small spending allowance from your salary, and the rest will be kept in a secure escrow account for you. If you want to leave early you can do so, but you will forfeit the escrow account.”I thought that I was already very knowledgeable about the Arab culture, so I didn’t need to ask Faizi about that. I just assumed that it had something to do with the strict prohibitions regarding sexual matters. But I found out later that I should have asked more questions about the issues that spooked that other couple.I was anxious to get home to discuss his offer with Ed so I said, “Okay, Faizi, I am excited by your offer and will talk to Ed about it. Please give me the questionnaire and we’ll fill it out tonight.”Ed was also excited by the offer and the chance it gave us to get ahead financially. We’d be able to come back to New York after the assignment with over one million dollars in savings. We started through the questionnaire and found the questions to be fairly routine, at least until we got to the last section. It was labeled ‘Sexual History and Preferences’, and I thought it was designed to see how we would be able to adjust to the strict religious rules in the country.We weren’t happy with the questions, but I knew Faizi well enough to know that he was serious about us answering them honestly. I won’t bore you with all the questions, but we basically had to disclose that we have only had sex with each other and averaged fucking about five times per week. The thing that was most embarrassing was we had to admit that I periodically sucked Ed’s cock, but that he sucked my pussy every time, both before and after he ejaculated into me.I know that doesn’t sound too risqué by Western standards, but I was a little concerned what Faizi would think of that given his culture. We also had to acknowledge that Ed’s dick is a smaller-than-average four and a half inches long and thin and that I was previously on birth control pills but had stopped so we could try to start a family.I was embarrassed when I gave Faizi the questionnaire back the next day at work. He read it over in my presence, and I noticed that he smiled when he read that last section. He must have been satisfied, since he confirmed the offer, and after giving notice to the company, Ed and I were on our way to Bahrain in two weeks.Faizi’s compound is on the outskirts of the capitol city of Manama, and our apartment suite is very luxurious. Ed was given an office in the accounting section on the far side of the compound, but my office was right next to Faizi’s in his headquarters area. His office is very spacious and luxurious, and he even has a bedroom suite connected to his office. It was interesting how differently Faizi acted in his element as compared to his style in New York. He is sometimes rather curt with the many domestic workers and other subordinates, but he is always pleasant with me.He always wore business suits when he was in the US, but in Bahrain he wore the traditional men’s thobe, a long, loose shirt-like garment. It was then summer and his thobes are made of a fine, sheer fabric that you can almost see through if the light is just right. He encouraged me to wear short skirts and tight blouses, saying that the normal customs of modesty did not apply to expatriates, especially when we are in his compound.Faizi has two wives named Maali and Abia, and they live with their sons Mohd and Sinan in the main housing area on the far side of the compound. I saw that his wives are overweight, even though they wear the traditional jellabiya, a long, loose izmir otele gelen escort bayan dress, in the compound. Mohd was sixteen years old and Sinan was seventeen, and they looked very much like Faizi. Faizi usually sleeps in the bedroom next to his office instead of in the main house with his family, which seemed a little strange to me.Faizi and I normally work long days. Ed at first complained about me coming home so late, but I let him know that Faizi insisted that I stay with him and I had no choice. It was our practice to relax in the evening with some liquor made by Faizi’s staff from date palms, and I got high from drinking it. After our first two weeks in Bahrain, and he could sense that I was getting more comfortable with him, Faizi started to more-aggressively flirt with me. He’d usually wait until I was drunk with the liquor to kiss my neck, rub my back or stroke my thigh. I must admit being sexually attracted to him, and I sensed his virility and strength. Those feelings scared me a little since Ed was the only man I had ever been with sexually. One other thing impressed me as well.During our normal daily activities Faizi would sometimes go out onto the veranda outside his office. With the bright sun behind him, the sheer thobe allowed me to see the shadow of what had to be a very large cock and heavily hanging balls. That was the first time I had anything to compare with Ed’s dick, and I sometimes had a hard time not staring. I saw it swinging freely under his shirt and knew that he couldn’t be wearing any underwear. His cock would also swing out and rub against the thobe as he walked, and I was getting curious about how big it is.I wanted to be totally honest with Ed, and I told him that Faizi was openly flirting with me and touching me and that I was feeling sexually attracted to him. I also told him about seeing his large cock under the thobe. After mentioning that to Ed on several occasions, we were talking late one evening when I was still a little tipsy from the liquor and wanted to know his feeling about it.I asked, “Tell me, Ed, do you want me to do anything to discourage Faizi from pursuing me? We know that in this culture wealthy men are used to having their way with the expatriate help, and I think he’s trying to fuck me. Some of the sexual prohibitions don’t seem to apply with foreign women. Should I tell him to back off?”Ed really surprised me with his response. I expected him to get angry and try to confront Faizi about his actions, but he seemed a little timid about it. He said, “You must just be imagining all of that, and his cock can’t possibly be as big as you think. I can’t believe that he would really try to fuck you; especially since he knows that you’re no longer on birth control. And besides, I’d hate to upset him and ruin our chance to make such good money. Let’s just see if he stops on his own.”Then I replied, “Okay, Ed, we can see how it goes, but don’t be surprised if I get too drunk one evening and he violates me. Then we’ll see if the money was worth it. And regarding his cock, you’d just have to see the shadow of it and his balls swinging between his legs to know what I mean.”Ed then asked me to describe Faizi’s cock in more detail, and I thought it strange for a man to ask about another man’s cock. I told him, “His cock is very thick, and looks to be about eight inches long even though it’s soft. And his balls are enormous, look to be the size of eggs, and are hanging heavily and swinging freely in his scrotum. His genitals look so big compared to yours that I also think it’s hard to believe.”I was surprised that Ed was so interested in my description of that cock and balls, and he didn’t seem to mind when I unflatteringly compared his cock with Faizi’s. He almost seemed timid and submissive after hearing more details about that Escort Buca big cock.The next evening after work Faizi and I were drinking the liquor as usual, and he had given me much more than usual. At one point I was leaning across my desk looking at some marketing proposals, when I felt him come up behind me and lean into me while also looking at the proposals. I felt his cock pressing against my ass as he reached around to rub the side of my tits, and the lust of the moment took over. I reached my hand back and held his cock through the thobe, and the heat, thickness and weight of it was amazing. I started rubbing his cock in that position as he moved his hand under my short skirt and started rubbing my ass.I then turned around with my hand still on his cock, and he leaned in to kiss me. He also moved his hand to my thong-covered pussy and started rubbing me. We stopped kissing for a moment and I asked, “Faizi, I love you touching me, but isn’t it a terrible sin for a man in your culture to have sex with a woman who isn’t his wife? Also, aren’t you concerned about how Ed will react to this? ”Faizi smiled at me and continued rubbing my pussy as I stroked his cock and said, “It may be against our teachings, but it’s not nearly so bad if we have sex with someone not of our faith. We can save the chastity and honor of our women, and still enjoy our lust between the thighs of submissive, married, Western women. You’re so beautiful and your skin is so fair, and I must breed you with my potent seed.””I know from your questionnaire that Ed sucks his own semen from your pussy. In my experience, a man who would do such a disgusting thing will also suck the seed of a stronger man from his wife and will joyfully and submissively watch another man with a larger cock fuck her. We call a man who would allow his wife such indecency a dayyuth, or cuckold in English, and he will also likely suck the cock of his wife’s lover.”His matter of fact talk of the indecency, infidelity and submissiveness of some Western women and men was making me lust even more for him. I feltl his strength and masculinity and wanted to please him in any way I could. In my drunken and lustful state, I liked the idea of him breeding me, even though I was unprotected.I sat down in the chair by my desk, bent down to grab the hem of his thobe, and slowly raised it up to his waist. Faizi then helped by pulling it off over his head. Then I was just inches from his thick, dark brown, circumcised cock which has a huge head and thick veins. I saw that it was just beginning to harden, and it was still about eight inches long. I looked at his moderately hairy body and that massive cock and could hardly believe that I was sitting in front of such a man, who also has a virile and musky scent. I instinctively reached out to hold his cock and balls and was overwhelmed with a desire to suck him.But just as I started to take his meat into my mouth, he pulled away and said, “My sweet, Jasmine, I can get my cock sucked by anyone in my employ, and I want to save you for fucking. Oral sex is allowed in the privacy of a home between a man and a woman. But I want to save your sweet mouth for my mouth without becoming soiled by my cock. And I don’t like to suck a pussy where a woman pisses, menstruates, and takes the semen from my loins.”We then went to his bedroom and I quickly removed all my clothes. Faizi smiled when he saw me totally naked, and he took my hand and pulled me to his bed. He lay beside me and we kissed while he rubbed my big tits and I stroked his cock until I felt it harden to its full ten inches, and it was as thick as my wrist. He then placed a pillow under my ass and rolled on top of me and said, “I will go slowly so you can get adjusted to a large cock for the first time. I will touch places in you that Ed will never reach.”My pussy was wet with anticipation as he began sucking my tits and slowly pushed his cock into me. The head popped through my vulva and he held it there for a few moments, before slowly pushing several more inches into me. I finally felt him press gently against my cervix, and with his continued pressure I felt my passage give way and my vagina adapted to his size.
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