1 comments/ 16035 views/ 12 favorites American Muslims Pt. 01 By: Scheherazade88 "When am I going to meet your parents, GG Jan." Michael says in his smooth, sensual, spiritual, deep and sexy African-American voice. I look at him and pause; I look down at his well-formed biceps and his chocolate like skin. Lying in bed together, after the most incredible night and the thought that it can't get any better than this, is abruptly brought to an end and the realization, that I cannot have what I seek, sets in. "Buli, I want you to get Corporal Pleasure (My vibrator) and Private Smooth (Lubricant), and I want you to use your magic touch." I say, with the hope of deflecting the paternal question, besides what guy is going to refuse using a vibrator on their girlfriend? I've never told Michael about my family and most certainly I've never told them about him. When I met Michael, I told him that I wasn't a typical Persian girl, which is true in many respects. I was born in Los Angeles and with the exception of my olive, and some would say golden, skin color, I am as American as apple pie. I grew up near Westwood Boulevard and Wilkins Avenue or Tehrangeles, as I call it. My name is Golnaz Golnesa Hosseini, or GG, as my friends call me. As Michael Is plundering through my draws looking for my vibrator, I wonder how long I keep him in the dark? He can never meet my parents, the Iranian community in LA is very judgmental, and many of them believe Black people and Persians don't mix. There is quite a bit of racisms in the Persian community, many would frown if I dated an Arab guy, because they see Arabs as their racial enemy. Persians are Aryans like Europeans, they believe, and Arabs are Semites who are unsophisticated and uncivilised. Arabs are seen as thieves and lairs and Persians view African-Americans lower than Arabs. You can see my problem; I of course, believe this is bullshit, but my parents don't. "Found the vibrator, but can't find the Lubricant?" "Try the draw in my bathroom." Having said that, my parents are not typically LA Persians either. Most Persians are royalists or supporters of the Shah, but my father was anti-Shah and initially supported the 1979 Iranian revolution. My father is a communist and use to be an active member of the Tudeh party. He was exiled from Iran after the new Islamic regime began purging the universities, of social sciences and professors with suspected leftist sympathies. My mother too lost her job at the university and both of them came to this country as penniless immigrants. There is a dark chapter, we don't talk about in our household, which is we were so poor that my mother turned to prostitution and was controlled by Black gangs. This has created a strong negative association in her mind between blackness and criminality. I was supposed to change the family fortune and I went to college and majored in English Literature. I work as a journalist and my family is proud of me, but I haven't told them where I work. I'm a writer for soft core porn or gentlemen's magazine, the sort of thing, young men read. "Found it," Michael walks into the room with a devilish look on his face, what have I let my pussy in for? Michael walks over and gently slides onto the bed, he pulls down the bed sheets and rubs lubricant on his hands, before massaging my pussy and applying lubricant to the relevant areas. Ohhh, he's so smooth, he really knows how to get a girl excited with a singular touch. He sticks one finger into my pussy, which sends a heat sensation throughout my body. "You like that baby?" "Yes, Michael joon, very much. Ahhhhh, just give it to me, I need to be at work soon." "Your wish is my command, my Shaahzaade Khaanom(Princess)." Suddenly, I feel a cold stick sliding past my outer lips and penetrating my inner sanctum. It's at moments like this, that I wish I was catholic, so that I can feel dirty doing things like this. There's nothing quite like dirty, filthy and almost blasphemous fornication, but like most Californians and many Persians who have made California their home, I am the product of a hedonistic culture. Doing this in Iran, must be much more fun. The dildo is now fully lodged inside my private sanctum and I yell out "Ahhh yes, I want you inside me." Michael churns Corporal Pleasure around, he twists, tangles, slides, enters and exists and he always repeats. In and out, the most sensual penetration job, I have ever experienced. My body reaches boiling point and sweat comes out of all my pours, my pussy starts to feel moist and my heart is racing. Michael moves his mouth near where my shaved pussy is and breathes heavily on it, while entering and withdrawing the dildo. Cum starts trickling, almost oozing out of my pussy. White liquid flows down the dildo and runs onto Michael's ebony hands and I know its coming. Suddenly, I feel an enormous sense of pleasure and I close my eyes and wait for the climax to commence. In my mind, I imagine a beach with waves crashing into it, while imaging this scene, cum flies out of my pussy and I feel a tremendous sense of relief. The climax has arrived "Buli, lick me clean." Michael stretches out his tongue and begins the cleanup operation, his tongue goes slowly and gently around the 'devastated' regions. "Michael Joon, please hurry up, I've got to get ready for work." Michael knows better than to argue with a Persian woman and speeds up. Its true Persian girls are like Persian cats, we are cute and cuddly, but cross us and we scratch. Unfortunately, Michael will not be getting a blow job this morning, I have work and I cannot go in with my breathe smelling of cum. The vultures at the office can smell cum from a thousand miles away and it creates an awkward situation. But Michael is also lucky, because I do practice experimental falitio, which I try out for my column at the magazine. A month ago, I tried one of these experimental falitios on Michael with excellent results. I like to pride myself on the fact that all my sexual practises advice is field tested. I gently undid Michael's pants and pulled down his underwear, then I licked and scratched his inner thy, before stroking and rubbing the v-area between the base of the cock and the start of the nuts. This area is particularly sensitive and my little finger rubbing it, sent Michael into another world. I then spat and drooled all over his cock and messaged it in. But my signature, was placing Ice cubes into my mouth and sucking his cock and balls with the cubes. It use to be the case, that I was a spiter, but I put Michael on a strict diet that included pineapple juice to improve his taste and now I am a swallower. After Michael is finished, I head straight to the bathroom and wash myself down and get ready for work. I slide on a black latex mini-skirt, high heel leather boots and white top, but I carry a bag with a change in clothes around with me. The sexy outfit is for work and the other outfit is for when I visit my parents for dinner today. I jump into my car and drive toward my office, while driving I plan what I am going to do today. My position is difficult at the office, I am in constant competition from the other writers, especially the female ones. Many of us are expected to be raunchy and sexy explicit in both our work and personal lives. I have to pretend, that I am bi-curious and that naked girls turn me on, in order to survive at work. I spread false stories around the office about lesbian exploits, sex orgies and my availability. Most guys at the office don't realize that I have a boyfriend, which I deliberately conceal. Unlike with my family this is not because of Michael's race, but because I need to seem available. I never cross over and actually do anything with my colleges, but I do need to be able to lead them on. The sexual politics of the office is really important; I get given the big assignments, because of the illusion of my sultry and explicit sexuality. Two months ago, I got to travel to Argentina and did a series of articles and video blogs on the sexual openness of Argentine society. I visited love hotels, which allows you to rent a room by the hour and is used by young people as a place to have sex. I also went to the Argentine version of spring break and basically explored the country's changing sexual mores. It was fascinating exploring the links between Catholicism, dictatorship, traditional culture and the raunchy rejection of these values by young people. I was fascinated by this because, I think a similar culture is either emerging or will emerge in Iran. But I only got to go on this assignment because of my office reputation, I even spread false stories of my sexual adventures in Argentina to help justify my trip to my colleges. I walk into the office and take my seat. Joshua who sits behind me turns his chair around to face me and I turn in my chair to face him. "What did you get up to last night?" I cross my golden legs and smiled flirtatiously at him, "Mmmm, I was a little lonely, so I went out and got myself a black man for the evening." "Wow, of course you did, you sexy, exotic and horny little minxes." I place the end of my pen in my mouth and gently bite into it and then say, "Well, I needed to have a little fun. I'm going to my parents' home tonight, so no sex for me, especially not with a black man. And a very well endowed one." "Will you see him again." "No, it's one guy per evening for me." And it's in the little details like that, my office reputation is secure for another week. It's not simply lying, but a highly selective version of the truth, one which benefits me. Machiavelli once asked- is it better for a ruler to be loved or feared?- and being a disciple of neo-Machiavellianism, I answer, love is fear and fear is love. My reputation makes my colleges and bosses love me, but my extreme control and weaponized sexuality, makes them fear me too. A woman who is sexually independent and uses cock for her own pleasure, before tossing it aside for someone better, is not only hot-but also scary. I am convinced a woman's body could cause society to collapse. Later I head into a meeting with my editor to discuss my next assignment, which will be an undercover job, I will pose as a dogger. I, along with Michael, will explore the dogging routes across LA and produce an article called dogging tales. My editor does not know Michael or that he's my boyfriend, but I will stage mange at and pretend he's a guy from the internet I hooked up with. My editor is getting hot and can't stop staring at my legs, it's then, I raise questions about an increase in my salary. He quietly agrees and then, I leave the meeting and head of for an interview I am conducting. I am interviewing Japanese-American nude model and porn star Akari Yamamoto in a biographical piece. Akari has an interesting history, she was born in California to Evangelical Christian parents who converted away from the Shinto religion. Her upbringing was strict and her mom fits the stereotype of Asian tiger mom. I walk up to Akari and greet her by kissing her on each cheek and we settle down and start the interview. Although my interview is for a written article, it's being filmed for our online blog, and so I have my legs open at all times when facing Akari. The interview begins. "So Akari, you are now the biggest adult star since Jenna Jamerson, how do you feel?" "I feel great and I would like to thank my fans for making that possible." "So, our viewers and readers would like to know, how does a shy Asian girl go from Church choirs and strict Asian parenting to hardcore porn star. Could you tell us about your upbringing?" "Yes, well as you said it was very strict and very Christian. I was brought up to believe sex and idleness was a sin and boys were forbidden. I use to have to study for hours on end, without going out to play with my friends and if I wanted friends over, my parents would have to vet them personally." "Was that because of their cultural traditions or religion?" "A little bit of both, actually. But it's important to remember that not all Asian parents are that strict and mine is only typical up to a point. I mean, there is sexual openness in Japan itself, I mean you can go to vending machines and buy a girl's dirty underwear, which is a major fetish in Japan." "Really, how interesting!" "I would say, my strict upbringing had a lot to do with being recent immigrants into a foreign and strange culture. Religion did not help, even when I use to masturbate, I would feel guilty. I didn't lose my virginity until I was 21." "I see and what changed? Why did you lose your virginity then?" "Well, I started to have doubts about Christianity after taking some theology classes at college. I also started to re-discover Buddhism- never became one-but I did end up leaving Christianity. At the same time, I had a boyfriend and he eventually convinced me to have sex. Not looked back since." "How did your family react?" "With complete horror! I haven't spoken to my parents in years. I'm disappointed with the situation, but I do not regret it, because now I am free to lead to life that I have chosen." "Did you go straight into porn after college?" "No, I travelled and stayed in Japan for a while and tried to getting acting and stand-up comedy work, which was tough. Because I had grown up in America, I always thought stand-up comedy was universal. But, I discovered that in Japan, not only does stand-up comedy not exist, the very concept of telling jokes largely does not exist. Japanese do not tell jokes, comedies only exist in the form of long-winded dramas, plays and films, but personal joke telling, no it does not exist. So that idea sunk fast." "Wow, that's strange." "Yeah, when I got back to the States, a friend suggested modelling, but I was unsure. You see, my eyes were too small and in Japanese culture we associate bigger eyes with beauty. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. So I had eye-lid surgery, to make me look more European and increased the size. After that I started modelling and pretty soon, I started getting offers for adult films and I decided why to try it and see if I would like it." "And here you are." "Here I am." "So tell me, what's been your favorite scene/sex acted performed?" I pout my face and push out my lips for the cameras to suggest lesbo-erotic interest. "Well, I quite enjoyed shooting 'I'm dreaming of a white Christmas', 'Star Whores: Deep Space 9' and 'Memoirs of a Geisha XXX.' In Star Whore, it was my first orgy and I have to say, it was the best experience of my life." I now fix Akari with my bedroom eyes and try to look excited by her answers, "So what do you like to do sexually? What's your fetish?" "Well, I like to be thrown, like physically picked up and tossed across the room. I love physical stuff, the rough stuff." "Ohhh, good answer. What's next for you?" "Well, I'm actually planning to do something, which is a little bit risqué, but an awful lot of fun. I am going to stage a Gangbang with 1500 men in 24 hours. My aim to break records and we are putting out advertisements for fans to come forward and participate." "Really? Wow, that's amazing and I can't say, I'm not a little bit jealous." The interview ends and I head back to my desk to write up the story. On my way back to my desk, I bump into Joshua and he eagerly asks me about the interview and what I thought of her. "Well, to be honest with you Joshua. I had to stop my tongue from falling out my mouth, she is delectable and all I wanted to do is touch her." That answer seems to have pleased Joshua and my reputation will be all the stronger for it. Pretty soon, work time is over and I head to the bathroom to change from my revealing outfit into a long-sleeve top and jeans. I then jump into my car and head for my parents house. While driving, I start think about how my sexuality evolved and why? How did I develop a thing for black men, given strong communal racism? In my household sex was never discussed and I learnt about sex from my friends. I lost my virginity at 17 to a college football star, who was white and the experience was terrible. It was only after I started college that I started to experiment with my sexuality and I've always been curious about black men. I realize now, that I had inherited white stereotypes about the hyper-sexualised and erotic black man. Once you go black, you never go back was a dictum I lived by. I had also inherited stereotypes about other races too, including Asians, who I've always refused to take to bed because of my pre-conceived notion about them being terrible lovers. I first got with a black man when I was 19, he was a DJ. I did whatever he wanted; he once forced me to perform oral sex on his friends at a party we were at. I was his little whore and for two-years, he ruined my life. After him there was a string of flings, but nothing serious until I met Michael. I met him during a tango class I was taking and we hit it off right-away. He was funny, smart and a lawyer, but above all else he cares about me. We've been together for nearly a year now and I've decided that he is the one. I want to marry him, but it's complicated and at some point I must tell my parents. I arrive at my parents' house and I brace myself. I can see from the Honda parked outside my parents' house that my older brother Reza is already here. He's annoying. Reza is doing his PHD is cognitive science and computers. He had this idea that eye and finger print scanning technology are insecure and could easily be faked. But there is one organ, which can't be faked, your brain and he's working on a way for your brain to work as a password to gain access to building and electronics. Apparently, one muscle in the brain is designed for storing passwords and triggering reactive memory when a sequence starts. So let's say, you play an instrument and a particular song, the way you play it, the exact nanoseconds between the beats you play is unique to you. It stored in this particular lobe of your brain and a computer can analyze your playing patterns and confirm it you and give you access. As you can imagine, he's pretty impressed with himself and that makes him annoying. "Golnaz joon, Chietori Man Dhokhtar (Golnaz dear, how are you my daughter)?" My father says and moves in to peck my on the cheek. My father's long moustache tingles my cheeks as he moves in to kiss me. "Azizam (my love), where are you?" My mother know launches in and kisses me repeatedly on the cheeks. "Salam Mama, Baba, Man Khoobam, Alhamdallah (Hi mom and dad, I am good, thank god)" It's then that Reza makes an appearance and he arrogantly struts over to me. "Hey, little sis. What's up?" "Fine, Rezzaa.." I say with a look of silent irritation on my face. We settle down for some Shirazi Salad, Kebab Koobideh and rice, Reza is blabbering on about his achievements. It's then he turns his attention away from work and onto an unexpected announcement. "Mama, Baba. I want to discuss and honorable matter with both of you. There is a girl, I have been seeing and I want you to visit her parents." Visit her parents is code for I want to marry her and you should go (with me) to her parents house to ask for their daughters hand. That's all I fucking need- if he gets married- then my parents attention will turn to me. My mother's face lit up. "Vallah (really)? Who is she my son, what's her name and what's she like?" "You don't know her. Her name is Laleh, she's 23 and studying for her Master's degree in Psychology and I met her on campus, we have been seeing each other for five months. She is very beautiful, smart and funny and would make a good wife." My father now turns to Reza with a serious look on his face, "What kind of family does she come from? Who is her father and what does he do? Where are they from?" American Muslims Pt. 01 "He father is a professor of Biology at Berkeley, his name is Mr Kasravi. They are from Shiraz and come from a line of Bazaaris (Merchants)." "Good, my boy has done good. I will go to see her parents on Saturday." The conversation turns to how they met and her characteristics, I try and keep a low profile and allow them to talk among themselves. But eventually the discussion turns to me. My mother looks at me, "Guli Joon, what about you? Have you not met a nice Persian man? You know we are not typical Persians, we expect our daughter to bring home a nice suitor." "Well Mama, I have been too busy with work." "Guli, you are getting on in life and pretty soon no Persian man is going to be interested in you. I don't want you to be a spinster!" "I'm 23!" I say enraged. ""23, twenty nothing. In a few years no one will want you. You're beautiful; you're intelligent you should be fighting them off with a stick." "What if I don't want to marry a Persian man?" "Okay, you know we are liberal parents. You can marry an American (white) man, if you want. Are you telling me, you have a boyfriend?" I tried to dodge the question, but both my parents were determined to find the truth out. My father looks and me and says, "You know Persians have long tongues and love to tell stories." He was trying to say, I should tell him the truth now, rather than learn from other people what I am doing. I finally snap and tell them the truth. "My boyfriend is called Michael, he's 28 and a lawyer. He is also black and I love him and want to marry him." The room went silent and a look of shock on my mother's face was only surpassed by the look of boiling rage on my father's face. My mother screams and cries and my father starts yelling very racist insults. It was then, that I had enough, "You know what? I don't care what you guys think, I am going to marry him and if you can't accept him, I will leave and never speak to you again." I storm out and I don't look back. I know it's over and I will never see them again, I phone Michael and he quickly comes over to my place. I explain everything to him and then I ask him to marry me, he is delighted and accepts. The next day, I walk into my office and quit my job and I head home to meet Michael. I am going to give him the best sex, I can manage. Michael is looking so good and before he can say anything, I place my lips onto his large lips and I tease his tongue with my tongue and encourage his tongue into my mouth. His big strong arms wrap around my body, "Give it to me, big boy. I want you inside me." I move around his neck and start to bite away, I then move in and blow air into his ear and whisper, "I don't care about anything. Make me your little whore, control me, use me and abuse me. I want it rough." I rest my hand on his crotch and rub his pants. He spits at me, in the face, and I take my finger and rub the spit off and lick it off my finger. "Yeah, you like that don't you? You dirty little whore. You want to be a sex slave for a big black man, don't you? Answer me, you Persian slut!" Michael grabs my jaw and opens my mouth and spits into it. "Yes sir." "Good." Michael starts licking my face, "Mmmm..You taste good for a little Persian princess." His tongue cresses my cheeks and I know I want his hard black dick in my mouth. He pulls on my hair and spits in my face some more, "You dirty little whore." "Yes sir, I am a dirty little whore. I am weak and want to suck your cock." "I bet you do, you stupid slut. You're a million miles away from home, no mommy or daddy to save you now." He's so strong. He pushes my head down and forces me to my knees, while down there, he unzips his pants and drops his underwear. "Yeah, you like the look of that big black meat, don't ya?" "Yes sir, I'm not worthy, please take pity on me, I'm a weak person." I lean forward and start to kiss his penis head, slowly at first and then I speed up. I then start to kiss up and down his hard cock, "Thank you, for this opportunity." I say, while licking and rubbing the v-area between his cock and balls. He seems very sensitive around there and leans his head back and starts groaning. I start licking under his balls, which was not easy, on the count of his hair, but I soldiered on. I had to keep stopping to spit hair out and then I would go back in for some more. Eventually, he pulls his cock away and forces me to open wide and he slides his cock into my mouth. He shoves it down so far my throat that a lump, like an Adam apple appears. He deep-throats me so hard, that I cough and choke. But I take more and more- he pulls on my hair and smack my head, in order to get me to swallow more. I try to suck my way out and after 15 minutes, he gets board and I spit him out. "I'm going to give it too you good." "I want it." "Yes, I'm going to plant my seeds into you." "Oh, fuck yes, I want it." He rips of my remaining clothes and then teases my outer pussy lips with his throbbing cock. He then slides himself in, inch by inch. My heart is racing and the room is heating up. I am sweating endlessly, but Michael doesn't notice a thing. He finally motions and sways his hips, before he starts humping. "Want to fuck this Persian pussy so bad. You want it?" "Yes, I want it." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "I don't know, I'm not convinced?" "Oh, just fuck me you big black boy. Give my Persian pussy what it deserves, you know I want it. Fucking give it to me." "Okay." Suddenly, I feel movement and he speeds up, my pussy is widening. He is groaning and screaming, and I am too. I can feel him growing inside me and without a condom, the feeling of his flesh brushing my flesh, is a sexy revelation. My pussy starts to turn moist and in my mind, I start imaging flowers and open fields. These thoughts are interrupted by bouts of orgasmic pleasure. I am literally screaming my lungs out, but I still want more. I beg him to fuck me harder and when he does, I ask him for more. "Ohh, punch me in the stomach!" Michael pauses for a minute and then I repeat, "Hit me in the stomach!" Michael complies and hit me, it hurts, but I ask him to do it again. He does and then he finally leans over me and starts licking my tits and nipples. He such a stud and has not stopped humping me. He's been fucking me for over forty minutes and both our bodies are covered in sweat- but he continues. Then I feel an orgasm coming on and then, my cum flies out and spreads all over his cock. The feeling of my cum on his cock, makes him cum inside me and then he stops. He withdraws and his cum is dangling out of my pussy and I couldn't be prouder. His black seed had been planted and I became pregnant. We married later. American Muslims Pt. 02 Yana Nazarian is a women who has always courted controversy, it's in her DNA, it's what maker her, who she is. Although the dark-haired, light-skinned and raven beauty is in her forties, she has the mind, body and soul of someone half her age. Most of her male students would describe her as a MILF, but it's been a while since she has taken any male student to bed. The divorced professor of History and Politics at the University of Columbia, is known for her rabid feminism, activism, sexual exploits and challenging Academic work. Being an Armenian socialist from a large and devote Armenian Apostolic Church family, her decision to leave the Church when she was 17, caused a strain in relations with her family. Getting married at 21 to a German immigrant communist didn't help relations either, but things improved after her first son was born. When her daughter was born, Yana, agreed that she could be baptized into the Church and it looked as if, full reconciliation was possible. Yana decision to take up the Armenian cause in her academic work further improved relations, but unbeknown to her family, Yana's husband Klaus was a keen fetishist and loved multiple orgies. Yana has been filmed having sex with other men. But relations with her family broke down again after her divorce. Yana left her husband after she started a relationship with Deniz Arslan, who she has a civil partnership with and will marry properly soon. Deniz is a girl, she's Turkish Muslim, a recent immigrant to America and half Yana's age. Deniz has blonde-hair, hazel-eyes and a thick Istanbul accent. But for all they share from progressive politics to Scorsese films, Deniz and Yana clashed over Yana's academic work. Yana's insistences on calling the events of 1915 a genocide and Deniz denial of it would often lead to blazing rows followed by horny make-up sex. The lecture hall fills with students and Yana starts her lecture, "Okay class, today we are going to look at the question of Turkish responsibility for the Armenian genocide. Did everyone read Taner Akcam's book for today's class?" Half of the students acknowledge in the affirmative, "Great, who wants to start us off?" Deniz raises her hand and has a confrontational look on her face, and Yana reluctantly acknowledges her. "Taner's book is full of gross distortions and selective sourcing, and his only goal is to smear Turks and Islam, in the eyes of an already biased audience. It's Orientalism at its worst." A huge sigh leaps out from the crowd and some students attempt to challenge her. But Deniz continues, "I'm not saying something terrible didn't happen in 1915. But many Turks also suffered and died, plus it's clear that the Ottomans had no clear plan for genocide." Yana looks irritated and starts thinking of ways, to make Deniz pay for her insolence. Hard and forced sex came to mind, and Yana began deciding on what form of sexual punishment, Deniz must perform. "You think there were no clear plans for genocide?" "No. First of all the figure of 1.5 million being killed is a gross distortion, at most 300, 000 died. 1.5 million was the total Armenian population of central and eastern Turkey. The death toll figure was made-up by British propagandists. Secondly, most Armenians died from being transported from their homes and to the desert, and what killed them was hunger, famine and disease. Most of Turkey was suffering from this too and so it wasn't intentional. Thirdly, much of the direct killings was carried out by Kurdish tribes, who did so of their own accord and had nothing to do with the Ottoman government. Fourthly, the Ottomans wouldn't have needed to transport this population, if the Armenians had staged rebellions against the Ottomans in favour of Russia. Turkey's then enemy." Deniz smiles, as the class begins to attack her. There are a few male Armenian students, who are annoyed and aroused by her at the same time. The fiery bitch everyman would like to take his revenge upon. Deniz knew this and enjoyed the attention, being a lesbian, didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the horniness she brought out in men. Their so horny, that they are annoyed, Deniz thought. "Look guys, understand this, I'm not saying bad things didn't happen. But it was a war and these things happen. Also, why do you only focus on Armenian dead? Did you know, that from the mid-19th century up until the First World War, Central and Eastern European States began ethnically cleansing their Ottoman Muslim populations? Did you know, that many Ottoman officials were put on trial at the end of the war, but no European has been tried for their crimes? Did you know, that the Armenians allied themselves with the Russians, who themselves carried out mass ethnic cleansing?" Yana finally has enough and snaps, "The Armenians were Ottoman citizens and deserved the protection of the Ottoman state, and not to be cast aside and exterminated. I lost family in the genocide." Deniz smiled and stopped talking, she had enraged her lover, which only meant one thing. Good hard sex- and Deniz knew she could use some. Class finishes and Yana decides to punish Deniz for challenging her. Deniz is walking in the hall way, and Yana grabs her, and drags her into the ladies room. Yana places her hand over Deniz's mouth and kisses her cheek. "You little Turkish whore, how dare you disrespect and undermine me and my people in class. Your fanatically denial is what made the destruction of my people, at the hands of your people, possible. I am going to teach you a fucking lesson. Get down on your knees!" Yana pulls on Deniz's hair, and Deniz lets out a scream, but Yana persists. Deniz falls to her knees, and looks up at Yana with her big hazel eyes, expectantly. "Good, I knew you were a little whore. Know undo my belt; pull down my jeans and underwear!" Deniz struggles to open Yana's belt, and Yana, becomes irritated and smack Deniz on the hand and barks, "Hurry up!" Yana has a psychotic look on her face, Deniz speeds up her efforts to take Yana's belt off. Deniz gets Yana's belt off, but before she can unzip Yana's Jeans, Yana spits into Deniz's hair. Deniz wipes Yana spit off and then resumes unzipping Yana Jeans, she pulls them all the way down and then pulls down Yana's panties. Yana shaved this morning, thus Deniz is confronted with a bald pussy, with small lips. "Go on, lick and suck my dirty Armenian pussy. Use that Turkish tongue of yours to tell the truth for once." Deniz shoves her face into Yana's pussy, and Yana places her hand on the back of Deniz head and holds her head in place. Deniz kisses Yana's pussy out of reverence, "Yeah, that's it, you Turkish whore. Show some respect, kiss my Armenian pussy! Now lick it, come on you know you like it. It what Ataturk would have wanted." Deniz releases her tongue and gets her first taste of Yana moist and sweaty pussy, she leaves her tongue inside Yana's pussy for a few seconds, before sliding her tongue back into her mouth. Deniz slowly analyses the taste, then she goes back in for second and third helpings. "Come on, I know you want more!" Deniz's tongue now plays with Yana's outer lips, the teasing sensation forces Yana to move her head back and close her eyes. Deniz's tongue slowly penetrates Yana's pussy, deeper and deeper, until she has reached the farthest point. Yana's hand is pushing into Deniz is head so much, that Deniz has trouble breathing and so she tries to lick her way out. The feeling of Deniz's tongue and the sense of victory and dominance, forces Yana to scream, yell, grunt and groan. Yana bites her lips, and begins to feel relief is on its way, and it will be a big one. Yana has a policy of never squirting on her students, but Deniz is the exception to this rule. Suddenly, with blood rushing to her cheeks, she feels cum oozing out. It's taking its time, but its coming. Deniz can feel some cum on her tongue and immediately gulps it down. But no sooner after swallowing the first lot, the flood comes, and there is so much cream, that she struggles to swallow it all. White cream has embellished Deniz face, Yana looks down and seems satisfied with the redecorating job. "Now you must swallow every drop. Don't waste any! I see some of my cream has fallen on the floor, stick your tongue up and clean the floor!" Deniz looks down at the floor with a look of reluctance on her face, but after Yana barks at her, Deniz gets on all fours and starts licking up. "How does it taste?" "Very good, Ma'am." "Good! Maybe next time you'll think before you show me up in class again." Yana leaves the bathroom and Deniz clean herself off and re-enters campus. But despite Yana's warning, Deniz starts to increase her activities to undermine Yana's position. A few weeks have passed and Deniz, who is now organising events for the Turkish Society, has courted continual controversy on campus. Much to Yana surprise, Deniz is turning increasingly nationalistic, and she plans to host a conference that celebrates Turkish identity and Turkishness. On the program for the one day conference, is a panel discussion called 'trends in anti-Turkish bias in the media, academia and American policy.' On the panel include fierce critics of Yana's work and notorious Armenian genocide deniers. What really gets' Yana is Deniz's nationalistic impulses seem to take on a personal dimension, which directly undermines Yana authority. It's like Deniz feels guilty for having a relationship with her, Yana initially thought this was a phase that would pass and Deniz would fall into line again, but now she is not so sure. This makes Yana's heart ache, she loves Deniz so much and would do anything for her, but it's like Deniz is rejecting her love. Two-days before the conference they settle down for dinner with Yana's son and daughter. Yana's son has a crush on Deniz and throughout the dinner looks love-struck at her. "I need to say something," Yana says to Deniz with a concerned look on her face. Yana looks up from her plate and her big hazel eyes make contact with Yana dark eyes. "It's about your conference." "What about it?" "I understand that you are away from your home country, and you need to re-assert your identity. I think that's great and I fully support you. But, what have I done to deserve this? You keep undermining me? Do you have regrets about us?" "No baby, I love you so much. I have no regrets." "Then why?" "It's not personal. I have made sure that no one mentions you at the conference, but I have my beliefs and I want you to respect my right to hold them." "It's not just that, I've noticed you've gone cold towards me. What's going on?" "Nothing." The meal continues and the conversation changes, but Yana suspects something is wrong and plans to confront Deniz later. Soon dinner finishes and Deniz heads up to the bedroom and Yana follows her. Yana closes the door behind her and looks Deniz, dead in the eye. "So come on tell me what's really going on?" Yana has an enraged look on her face, but Deniz just smiles and moves slowly towards her. Deniz comes face to face with Yana, and she starts stroking her hair and running her finger down Yana cheek. "Nothing is wrong, only right." Deniz places her head to the side of Yana's head and begins sniffing and breathing Yana in. "Mmmmm...the smell of jasmine." Deniz now extends her tongue and brushes Yana's cheek with it. "Tasty too...I wish you had been on my plate instead. You would of made an excellent dessert. Yes, pour some chocolate syrup onto your already delectable body, and you would have made a fine dessert." Yana feels aroused by Deniz's sexual assertiveness, but tries to fight her off, "You still haven't answered me! I know something is wrong? If not, why have you been cold towards me?" But before Yana can go any further, Deniz places her finger onto her lips and hushes her. Deniz moves in for a kiss and Yana closes her eyes and pushes her lips out. Their lips brush, before Deniz initiates full-blown kissing. Deniz's tongue enters Yana's mouth and begins to dance around her mouth and tongue. Yana is now in a state of ecstasy, she ravages Deniz's mouth with passionate kisses. The room temperature seems to be rising and sweat falls down both Deniz and Yana's cheeks. Yana can feel her pussy becoming moist and she feels ripe to be used. But then Deniz stops sucking her tongue and withdraws. "Actually, there is something." Deniz starts to run her hand down Yana's skirt and panties, before resting it, on the outer lips. Yana is a little shocked, "What is it?" "I've been thinking about ways to spice our relationship up. I know how experienced you are, I sometimes think about how many cocks have mutilated your sweet Armenian pussy. But I think we need to do something a little different. Don't be mad or say anything, hear me out. I met someone who I think would be great for us." "Great for us? What? Who?" "A girl. Her name is Yasmin, she is Turkish Kurdish. She has dark hair and eyes with fair skin, a large bust and butt but a tiny waist. We have been attacking each other for months. She's a Kurdish nationalist who supports the anti-Turkish PKK. We would have ferocious arguments, but in the last few weeks, we have been on friendlier terms and I know she likes me. She also likes you and wants to share in our happiness." "What the fuck? What's it with you? Kurdish, are you just co-opting anti-Turkish groups? Have you fooled around with her? I thought you were happy with me?" Deniz does not respond, instead she begins to rub Yana's outer virginal lips. Yana feels she should throw Deniz off her, but can't. Deniz is really teasing the outer lips and says, "Come on, I know you can do it. I know you want too." Deniz now begins to penetrate Yana's inner sanctum, the pressure of Deniz's finger, makes it hard for Yana to resist. "Oh, Okay, I will think about it." But this answer does not please Deniz, who pushes three fingers into Yana's inner sanctum. Yana starts to cry out with enjoyment and then finally she relents . "Set up a meeting between the three of us then." This answer is more too Deniz's liking, she withdraws her fingers and clenches her fist, she then re-inserts her fist into Yana's inner sanctum. Deniz has tiny hands and so can just about fit her entire fist in. In and out and in and out, in repeated fashion. Yana eventually feels ready to cum and whitens Deniz hand. Deniz withdraws her covered hand from Yana's pussy. She examines her embellished hand and begins to lick the cum off. She licks herself like a cat grooms. Yana stares at Deniz and wonders what she has let herself in for. A few days later, Yana is sitting in a café waiting for Deniz to return with Yasmin. Deniz appears and with her is a young, slim and busty girl with exotic looks. Yana stands up to greet the new arrival and all three take a seat. "So Yana, Deniz has told me so much about you. I honestly, can't believe it. A lesbian Armenian-Turkish relationship, it's a miracle." Yasmin says. "Well, love is blind. Do you have a girlfriend?" "No. In-fact I have only had brief relationships with non-Kurdish girls. The Kurds have yet to accept the concept of gay and lesbian rights." "Oh, that's too bad. You're always welcome at our house." Deniz turns to Yasmin, "And especially in our bed." The conversation continues and it becomes clear that Yasmin is a perfect match for the couple. She is open-minded and sexy. They all agree that Yasmin should come to the couple's home the following evening. The following evening fast approaches, and both Yana and Deniz are preparing for the kinky sex game to follow. Deniz in her tight denim jeans, black sweater and high heel leather boots. Yana in her short black cocktail dress, everything seems to be ready. They hear the door bell ring and go to answer it. Yasmin stands there in her prisoner uniform, "Are you ladies ready? I surrender!" Yana inspects the prisoner and then orders Deniz, "Take the prisoner to the basement. And tie her up. I'll be down to inspect momentarily." Deniz grabs Yasmin by the wrists and drags her across the house and into the basement. She plods Yasmin onto a chair and handcuffs her hands behind her back. She then applies feet restraints to Yasmin, and lastly produces a ball gag and ties it around Yasmin's mouth. Deniz now moves around Yasmin, with her high heels bashing the floor, as she goes along. "So you thought, we were the police did you?" Deniz moves behind Yasmin and leans forward and whispers into her ear, "You were wrong. We know you are the snitch. Did you ever see the film Reservoir dogs? Well you are about too." Deniz moves over to her stereo-system, and turns on, stuck in the middle with you. Deniz begins to dance around Yasmin with a dildo in her hand. She pauses every few seconds and strikes Yasmin across the face with the dildo. Deniz teases Yasmin and licks her face and blows air into her ears and down her neck. "What did you tell them? If you don't talk now, then when we finish with you, we may have trouble to get you to stop talking." Yasmin just grunts, and Deniz spits on Yasmin's cheek. "Ahhhh there..there." Deniz rubs her spit into Yasmin's cheek. Yana enters the room, crosses her arms and watches with satisfaction. Deniz starts kicking, hitting and beating Yasmin. She screams at her and spits on her. Yana pulls out a cigarette and begins puffing on it. She then walks towards Yasmin and Deniz and starts encircling them. Yana leans in towards Yasmin's face and blows smoke onto her. "Hahhahh..Did you really think you were going to get away with it. You're mine now, my little sex slave. And you must please my every demand. This is your punishment." Yana blows more smoke into Yasmin's face. Deniz now eyes up Yana's lips, she moves in to kiss Yana. But as her mouth opens, Yana blows smoke into Deniz's mouth and Deniz starts coughing. But Deniz is not deterred, she moves back in for a kiss and sticks her tongue out upon contact with Yana's mouth. They proceed to tongue one another and make a lot of noise doing it. Yasmin is forced to stare and wish. Yana pulls herself off Deniz, "Give her the treatment!" Deniz nods and turns towards Yasmin, she bends down and unzips her pants. "When Deniz is finished with you, you will submit to us." Yana says. Yasmin can only look-on helplessly, she feel the fresh air on her pussy, and she can see Deniz's face. Deniz lick her lips, "I've been looking forward to this for some time." Deniz says, as she eyes up Yasmin's prize. Deniz now gets onto her knees, and extends her tongue, within seconds Yasmin can feel a wet sloppy thing teasing her outer lips. The thrill is enough to force Yasmin to open and close her eyes in repeated fashion. Her eyes roll back in her head, her nipples start to erect and harden and her pussy becomes moist. Sweat runs downward from her forehead, and Yana leans in to lick it off. The feeling of Deniz's tongue and heavy breath sends tingling sensations throughout her body. Deniz's tongue works its way to Yasmin's inner lips. Yana is chanting, "Lick that pussy! Lick that pussy!" Yasmin let's out groans in rapid succession, despite having a ball gag in her mouth. Deniz shoves her whole face onto Yasmin's pussy and presses into it hard. She pushes her tongue in as far as it will go. Yasmin feels more pressure and cum begins to trickle out. It now comes out in droves and Deniz finds her tongue whitened. However, there is some much cum, not all of it goes onto Deniz's tongue, some hits her in the face. Deniz stands up, and faces Yana. Yana sticks out her finger and swipes a sample of Deniz's face, she examines it closely and lets it dangle of her finger, before sliding her finger into her mouth. She swallows it whole and lets out, "Mmmmmmm...delicious." American Muslims Pt. 02 Deniz moves in and starts kissing Yana, tongue exchange mouths. Yana tries to swallow some of the cum and Deniz takes the rest. They finish off and then Deniz moves over and un-handcuffs Yasmin, removes the ball gag and feet restraints. "You're ours now," says Deniz. Yasmin stands up and Deniz starts kissing her back. She kisses down towards Yasmin's ass, and then, Deniz opens Yasmin's butt cheeks and slides her tongue in. She licks around the colon and gradually penetrates it. Deniz's tongue is doing an intense assault to Yasmin's anus, while Yana approaches Yasmin, and grabs her pussy. Yana squeezes Yasmin's pussy, and gently starts to rub it. Yana slides two fingers into Yasmin's pussy, she shoves it all the way up. Yasmin lets out a scream, while Deniz is eating her ass out. Yana moves in and out and speed, she then places her lips onto Yasmin's lips and kisses her. Yasmin has never been so glad to have left her native Kurdistan, as she feels, at this moment. In Turkey, Armenians, Kurds and Turks screw one another, in America they fuck one another. The American dream, the wet dream. Yana withdraws from Yasmin, as does Deniz. "Lets' put the strap-ons on. " Says Deniz. "Not a bad idea," says Yana. "Why don't you and Yasmin both stick one on." Deniz hands Yasmin a strap-on and slides one on herself. Yasmin quickly get hers into position. Yasmin lifts up Yana cocktail dress and pulls down her panties. She teases Yana's butt cheek, and then she inserts the strap-on all the way in. Deniz lines up behind her and does the same. Deniz starts pounding and screaming, but it takes Yasmin a moment before she gets going. The three women are lined up, making a lot of noise and screaming, Yana's butt cheeks go red. Deniz leans forward and hugs Yasmin, who in turn, leans forward and hugs Yana. The intense anal sex continues, Deniz goes psycho on Yasmin's ass, so much so, that Yasmin wonders , if anything will be left of her asshole by the end. After twenty minutes of intense anal humping, the girls calm down and stop. Yasmin needs to sit down for a few minutes, which she does with great difficult. Deniz is still hungry, and decides to move in and starts kissing Yana. While she kisses Yana, Deniz slides her strap-on into Yana's pussy. She does not wait and begins humping Yana's pussy violently. Yasmin sits and watches the show, the smell of sex is in the air. Deniz pulls on Yana's hair and continues to fuck her pussy violently. Deniz spits in Yana's face and Yana slaps her. They scream, you fucking whore, at each other. Yana starts to feel cum oozing out of her pussy, and it drips onto Deniz's strap-on. Yana closes her eyes and waits for climax. She envisages waterfalls, it's then, cum starts flying out. Deniz stops and withdraws. Exhausted Deniz pulls up a chair and takes a seat. Yana tries to regain composure and then she heads for some draws and pulls out another strap-on. "Yasmin, come on. Let's finish Deniz off." Deniz looks between Yana and Yasmin, as both come from either side of her and close in. "Whatever, just fuck me." Yana grabs Deniz and undresses her. Deniz is completely naked except for her boots and Yana starts to tease her outer lips. Yana slides the strap-on into Deniz pussy, Deniz lets out a scream, while Yasmin starts to do the same to her ass. Both women are in. Yasmin says, "This is revenge for what Turkey has done to Kurdish people." Yana smiles, "And this is for your efforts to undermine the both of us." Deniz's eyes widen, but before she can say anything, they both start humping. Deniz's eyes look like they are about to burst, and she screams, cries and groans. Both Yasmin and Yana start licking different parts of Deniz's body, while they pound her. Where ever Deniz starts sweating, a tongue finds its way there. Both Deniz's pussy and ass cheeks go really red. Deniz doesn't know how much longer she can hold out for. She braves it and tries to fight back, by taking it. Despite all her commotion, Deniz is enjoying it. It goes on for 30-minutes and each girl's body is drenched in sweat. Deniz is proving to be tough, but then she starts to cum. Cum pours out, and both Yana and Yasmin stop. "I love you" "I love you too." "I love you two." Yasmin goes on clean-up duty, she sucks all three strap-ons clean, and then licks clean Deniz's pussy. Then she cleans the cum stained floor with her tongue. After this day, Yasmin becomes a regular third party, to Deniz and Yana's relationship. She attended their wedding and honeymoon.