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I enter the crowded bar, the beat of the music pulsing through my body, a stark contrast to the modesty my tight, black burka tries to convey. My heart races beneath the heavy fabric, a forbidden excitement coursing through my veins as I, Sarah, a Muslim woman, steps into this den of sin. I scan the room, dark eyes darting from corner to corner, taking in the hedonistic display of dancing bodies in various stages of undress and the haze of smoke that fills the air.

And then, I spot you. A towering presence, cutting a path through the crowd with an air of dominance. Huge chest, bulging biceps, a rugged beard and that beautiful White skin. Your intense gaze finds me, making my heart flutter and I chew on my bottom lip. I feel exposed, as if your eyes can see past my hijab and burka, straight into the depths of my sinful desires.

You approach me, and I'm torn between the urge to run and the magnetic pull that draws me closer. My hands clutch the fabric of my hijab, a nervous habit, as I stand by the bar, feeling your presence near. The spicy scent of your cologne invades my senses, making me even more aware of my surroundings.

"Hello, beauty," your deep voice rumbles, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I lift my eyes to meet yours, feeling as if you are looking right into my soul. "You seem lost in your thoughts, my dear. Are you searching for something in this crowd?"

My voice trembles as I respond, barely audible over the music and my thick, Eastern accent. "I... I'm just here to enjoy the music. It's... nice." I try to sound casual, but my eyes dart away, unable to hold your intense stare.

You lean in, warm breath tickling my ear, sending a wave of desire through my young body. "Are you sure about that? I sense a hunger in you, a desire for something more... something forbidden. Haram even" Your words are a temptation, a direct hit on my hidden cravings that I have suppressed all my life.

I feel my cheeks flush beneath the hijab, a dead giveaway of my arousal. "I... I don't know what you mean," I stammer, but myrapid breath and the tightening of my nipples beneath my modest clothing say otherwise.

With a confident smile, you take my hand, your touch sending sparks of pleasure up your arm. "Let me show you just how much you want it." You lead me through the crowd, his strong hand firmly holding mine, guiding me towards a private sanctuary away from prying eyes.

The bathroom door clicks shut behind me, sealing my fate. I'm alone with this stranger, your intense presence filling the small space. You turn to face me, my back pressed against the cold tile wall, and I feel the full force of your desire.

"You've been waiting for a man like me to come along, haven't you, Sarah?" You whisper, your hot breath fanning my ear. "A man to unleash the passion you've kept locked away, to make you feel truly alive." These words are like a key, unlocking something deep within me.

My voice is barely a whisper as I shake my head, denying the truth. "I... I don't understand what you're talking about." But my body betrays me, my nipples hardening under his intense gaze and visible through the black fabric of my burka.

Your big, white hand begins a slow journey up my thigh, your touch sending waves of pleasure through my trembling form. "You're a good Muslim girl, but even the most faithful have their temptations. And I can see how much you yearn to be bad." Your thumb brushes the edge of my panties, making me gasp as you discover my wetness, a clear sign of my arousal.

"Oh... God, forgive me," I whisper, eyes closing as your touch sets my body ablaze. My inhibitions melt away, and I find myself wanting, no, needing this stranger to claim me.

"You want my thick, white, kafir cock, don't you, Sarah?" You growl, your voice laced with dominance. "Admit it, you want me to fuck you, to take you like the filthy little slut you are in your dreams." Your words are a degradation, but they ignite a fire in my core, making me crave you to do more.

My resistance crumbles as your fingers tease my wetness, stroking my clit through my panties. "I... I want it," I admit, my voice hoarse with desire. "Please, I want to feel it inside me."

Sam's eyes darken with satisfaction. "That's it, my dirty girl. Show me how much you need my cock." He pushes my burka up, revealing my trembling lightly tanned thighs and the damp, pink, frilly fabric clinging to my leaking pussy.

I feel exposed, vulnerable, but there's a strange power in your reaction. I see your cock straining against your pants, throbbing with need. "Fuck, look at how wet you are, Sarah. It's making me crazy."

A boldness rises within me as I get confirmation that this Alpha man, this absolutely high-value, White man is hard because of me, and I meet your gaze. "Then take me. I've been waiting for a man like you to dominate me. God knows I can't wait till marriage anymore". My words are fueled by the raw lust that crackles between us.

Without hesitation, you lift me onto the bathroom counter, my legs instinctively wrapping around your waist, offering myself to him. Your White cock, hard and thick, presses against my core, making me gasp at the intense sensation.

"So tight," he grunts, his voice filled with admiration. "I'm going to make you mine, Sarah. Every inch of you."

I feel your cock tease my sopping wet entrance, and my virgin walls clench in anticipation. "Please," I beg, my voice hoarse with need. "I want to feel you inside me."

You push into me slowly, stretching and filling me, inch by agonizing inch. The pain is intense as my hymen breaks, but it's a sweet agony I never want to end. I bite my lip, tears stinging my eyes, as you take my innocence.

"Fucking hell, you're tight," you pant, hips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm, realizing that Muslim women are the best. "Does it hurt, my beautiful foreign girl?"

I nod, my eyes pleading. "Yes... but it's a pain I want. Don't stop, please." I gasp and moan loud enough to draw a chuckle from the stall next to ours.

Your eyes glitter with determination, and you begin to thrust harder, your cock pounding into my tender flesh. "You like it rough, don't you, you little whore? You want to be fucked like the dirty Arab slut you are."

Your words should offend me, but they only fuel the fire in my core. I arch my back, pushing against your powerful thrusts, surrendering to the primal urge to mate. "Yes... fuck me harder... I'm your filthy whore..."

You slam into me now, balls slapping against my fabulous ass, driving me closer to the edge. My body trembles as an orgasm builds, a pressure building deep within my core. I chant your name, my nails digging into your powerful shoulders, marking you as mine.

"Cum for me, you dirty Muslim bitch," you demand, your voice raw with hunger. "Let me feel your pussy squeezing my cock."

Your command pushes me over the precipice. My body convulses around you, pussy clenching and milking your huge, thick shaft as my orgasm tears through me. I cry out in my native language praising you in ways that would make prostitutes blush , my voice filling the small room, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Your thrusts become wilder as you feel my Arab pussy gripping your meat, your own release building to a crescendo. "That's it, you filthy little cunt, cum on my cock. Show me how much you love being bred by a white man."

Your dirty talk and how deep your big cock is sends me over the edge again, and I cum once more, this time unwillingly, my pussy pulsating around your invading, colonizing shaft. The intense fucking loosens my hijab and you grab it while drilling me like you hate me.

I cry out as I hear you roar, your hips jerking as you empty your hot, thick seed deep inside my fertile body, marking me as yours.

I lie back, spent and satisfied, your weight pressing me into the counter. I feel your heart pounding against my small but firm breasts both of our breathing ragged and mingling in the aftermath of our passionate, sinful union.

"You're fucking incredible, Sarah," you whisper, your lips brushing my forehead and hijab. "I've never fucked anyone like that before." I get on my top toes to kiss you passionately.

I break off and smile, my body still buzzing with pleasure as I feel your thick, non-Muslim cum ooze out of my sensitive pussy and trail down my legs. "I never... I mean, I didn't know I could feel this way." I trail off, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you.

You chuckle, your hand gently stroking my cheek. "I know, my sweet girl. I saw the desire burning in your eyes. You're a passionate woman, and I plan to unleash every hidden pleasure you've been denying yourself."

As your words sink in, I realize this is just the beginning. This White man has awakened a primal side of me that I never knew existed, and I'm eager to explore this new, uninhibited version of myself. No longer just a shy Muslim girl, I'm a woman embracing her sexuality, ready to surrender to the sinful pleasures that my parents tried to shield me from.

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