“Then take me Anwar!” And she opened her legs wider.
He stood and off went his jeans and briefs to reveal a very erect penis standing out from a forest of neatly trimmed curly black hair. Then his body was between her legs and she felt what had to be the head of his penis between her very moist labia. Panting and encouraged by her moist condition, he quickly attempted entry to her vagina but was hindered by her hymen.
Surprised by her virginity, he whispered “Oh my love, you have saved this for me!”
Barely able to breath, she panted “Anwar, please enter me all the way. I want you and only you!”
With great force, he pushed into her and her virginity was gone. The tearing pain quickly subsided and was replaced by intense pleasure as he moved in and out of her, slowly at first and then ever more rapidly. Finally it happened, her back arched, she thrust her hips against his, her fingernails dug into his back and she let go with a sharp cry.
After graduating from UC Davis, Robin took her first job in the Novato School District as a primary school teacher trainee. It was there that Carol, a substitute teacher had befriended her and became her mentor. The one bedroom apartment that she had rented in Novato became her and Anwar’s weekend love nest. Between lovemaking, they would talk for hours about the need for social change in his country. Anwar regularly expressed his frustration over the slow rate of change, or rather no change, and on many occasions he blamed the king, whom he said was a limp-dicked, ball-less cocksucker. Robin admired Anwar for his ability to see his homeland and its leaders as they really were. As he neared the end of his MBA program, he spent more and more time with her and she assumed a marriage proposal was right around the corner.
During his weekend visits, Anwar telephoned home regularly, and although she could not understand a word being said, something about his gestures and tone made her curious about the content of the conversations. Some calls sounded like an argument was taking place. On other occasions, the impression was left of a sweet and conciliatory exchange. Then there would be what sounded like bragging and jocular laughter as if he were talking with an old soccer pal.
One weekend she had visited her parents in Gilroy and got together with some old friends. Not being able to resist talking about her Prince Charming, she told one of the girls, a close friend, the whole story, including Anwar’s phone calls. The girl told her she ought to record some of the conversations and let a friendly Arabic speaker enlighten her as to what was going on — surely she must know someone from her days in Davis. Robin thought that to be a good idea, but argued that she wouldn’t know where to get recording equipment, much less know how to install and run it. The girl friend mentioned a geek friend now working in Mountain View. It took some convincing, but the girl friend finally agreed to contact the geek, who in the end, installed a remote controlled room recorder in Robin’s apartment so that she would be able to record Anwar’s conversations, or at least his half of them.
The very next weekend Anwar arrived on Friday afternoon and already that night, he made the first phone call. Over the weekend, there were several more and so it went for several weekends. Usually, she would activate the recorder when he dialed, but more often she activated it ahead of time and sometimes forgot to deactivate it afterwards. The result was that she had hours and hours and hours of recordings on her laptop — recordings that included conversations between her and Anwar. When she felt she had enough phone calls recorded, she went to visit Leila, a girl friend from UC Davis days. From Leila, Robin got her enlightenment — or more accurately said, her devastation.
It turned out that some of the arguments turned out to be with his parents over the question of Anwar taking as a third wife, this uncircumcised red haired California girl. Robin almost fainted when she heard that he had promised his parents that once they arrived in Dhahran, he would have a doctor remove her clitoris so that she would be clean for the wedding. A little less shocking but still deeply disturbing was to find out that immediately before the wedding, she would have to completely disrobe for a bunch of female relatives who would use their bare hands and tweezers to extract every hair from her body — armpits, arms, pubic area, legs — but, small comfort, not from her head.
He had talked to a doctor friend about the need to establish her virginity before they could marry. Could a doctor rebuild her hymen? The bragging and laughter turned out to be in a conversation with his brother and it was just plain humiliating. Anwar had told the brother how she had sucked his cock and let him ejaculate in his mouth — even swallowing. After he had described her beautiful red pubic hair to his brother, they had both agreed how much fun it would be to hear her scream when the female cousins pulled it out by the handful. Before Leila was through translating all the recordings, Robin had gone to the bathroom and vomited.
When she came back, Leila said “There’s more Robin. Or should we wait till tomorrow?”
“No, let’s get it over with. It can’t get any worse, can it?
“Yes it can Robin. Has Anwar asked you to visit his homeland with him?”
“No, but I always expected him to sometime or other.”
“Well, that’s when you need to be scared and that’s the one thing you better not do.”
Then Leila told him about the conversations in which they planned what to do once she was in the his country – namely they would keep her from ever leaving again. Robin was so ill that she couldn’t drive back to Novato and had to call in sick the next day.
Once back home, she made up her mind to break off the relationship and had the lock changed on her apartment. The following weekend Anwar came down to Novato as usual. Robin met him in the parking lot and dropped the bomb on him. To her surprise, he had a well thought out defense system. Anwar got out his laptop and showed her several videos made in his Davis apartment. The first showed both of them naked together and then fucking wildly. In another, clearly showing her face, her head was bobbing up and down over his penis. This was followed by a close up of her face with semen dripping out over her lips. In another he was straddling her head as he fucked her face. In all of the videos, her moans and cries of pleasure were clearly audible. The bastard had prepared his apartment with a video recording system!
“And what are you going to do with these, you son of a bitch?” she had screamed.
“Well I could post them on YouPorn and see that certain people get the link — like maybe some folks in your home town — Gilroy. Or maybe the Novato School Board. I don’t know, we’ll see.”
Robin was about to ask him how he would like for the good righteous folks back in the desert kingdom to see him in YouPorn when she realized that his face had been blurred out.
Eyes full of tears, she slapped him, turned and went back inside leaving him standing in the parking lot. After a long cry, she phoned Leila and related the whole scene. Leila’s response completely surprised her and relieved her at the same time.
“I’d rather have the whole damn state of California see me sucking a Middle Eastern cock than be him in a video calling the ruler of his country a limp-dicked, ball-less cocksucker!”
Robin, remembering that she had sometimes forgotten to shut off the recorder after one of Anwar’s phone calls, was relieved “Sometimes it’s lucky to be forgetful.” Then realization sunk in “On a video, not just a recording?”
“Yeah, a video. That’s what was on the USB stick you brought me. Oh don’t worry, I won’t publish any of you and Anwar’s torrid couch scenes.”
Remembering the wild fucks and blow-jobs in her living room, Robin’s face got red and she trembled at the thought of her friend seeing on video what Anwar and her had done in the living room. At the same time, she was also relieved to have something on Anwar. Plus she trusted Leila, who had her own grudge against holy hypocrites.
“Leila, what’s next?”
“How about I put on YouTube the video where he calls his ruler a limp-dick, ball-less cocksucker and send the link to good old clean religious Anwar?”
“And then?”
“Robin, Anwar might be a hypocrite and a prick but he’s smart enough to know that if this video has the right tags, somebody back home is bound to see it and then he’s got a lot more to worry about than you will if the school board sees a video of you with a mouth full of semen.”
And so it was that Robin managed to get rid of Anwar and she never heard from him again.
PRESENT DAY
While Robin telling Carol about the disastrous relationship with Anwar, Carol had taken her hands and was still holding them when she stopped. “Robin, I’m so sorry I asked you to tell me. I just didn’t know all that you’d gone through with Anwar. Why don’t we take a break from the storytelling and start back to the house and have some lunch?”
report After a healthy lunch at Carol and Bryan’s house, the two women decided it would be a fine thing to relax in the hot tub. After a shower with lots of happy groping and kissing, the two women entered the hot tub.
“Well Carol, would you like to hear about Ted and I?”
“I’d like nothing better. But you’re okay with that aren’t you?”
“Sure. Well you remember I told you some things back then and you noticed that after meeting Ted, my life improved and just got better and better.” Before beginning the narration to Carol, Robin closed her eyes and let her mind float back to the time when she met Ted and the development of their relationship.
FIVE YEARS EARLIER
Getting Anwar out of her life was one thing, getting over the hurt and humiliation was another. For months Robin submerged herself in her teaching job and suppressed everything else — including sex. For the first month she didn’t even masturbate. One Saturday night alone in her apartment she had wine with dinner and afterwards sat in the living room listening to music and sipping the rest of the wine. Slowly in the wine induced elation, she realized that her self-enforced asexuality had to stop. She hadn’t had an orgasm since the last time Anwar had fucked her. Maybe if she could just bring herself over the top, that would help break the bond that held her.
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