The Debate Team Part Three


Written by: Dafunks

The Debate Team Part Three

Orchard Road 10:45 am.

Orchard road is theshopping center of Singapore. It was filled with departmental stores and other establishments which sell a variety of things from clothes to shoes to food. It had movie theaters, parlors, restaurants as well as hotels. Anything you want to buy is in Orchard Roadand that’s where Rica and Paul are.“May money changer ba dito? I need to change my dollars to Singapore dollars e,” Paul asked.

“Yup, ayun o.”, Rica replied pointing at an establishment.

While Paul was having his money changed, Rica noticed that there was a parlor beside it. As soon as Paul finished, Rica pulled him towards the parlor. “I know exactly what you need. You need a haircut!”

“Uy teka lang, yung pera ko,” Paul rushed to stuff his money inside his wallet. His wallet fell. And Rica immediately picked it up.

“Sige get in, ako na magaayos nito. Ask how much ang hair cut and how much ang trim for
me.”, Rica said, getting up and fixing Paul’s disorganized wallet.

“Ano ba to ang gulo-gulo!”

“Ako na kasi mag-aayos,” Paul interjected and tried to grab the wallet from Rica.

Rica avoided his attempt.“Sige na go in and ask!” Rica said pushing Paul towards the door.

Unable to do anything about the situation, Paul just decided to go in and do what she says. In the meantime, Rica fixed his wallet. It was full of receipts, a couple of motel VIP cards and not much cash. It had a couple of pictures of Paul, 2×2 and passport size. There were a couple of IDs and not much cash. She can’t seem to stuff the money in as well as she wanted and when she inspected the bill slot, she saw the culprits. There were three packs of condoms cramming the place. She read the label. “Big O Super XL ultralubricant condoms. For the Big Man with the Smooth Moves”. Whoa. Is this really his? Is he really big?

Just then, she saw Paul walking back towards her. She immediately forced the money in and gave it to Paul. “Ikaw na nga! Ang gulo e” handing it to Paul.

“How much daw?”

After telling her how much, Paul fixed his wallet. He saw his VIP cards and his condoms. Did she see them??? Bad vibes…They entered the parlor.After they got their hair done, Paul looked at Rica. She was even prettier than earlier. She had her hair treated a bit and made it a bit wavy. This made her look like a celebrity although she has never seen a celebrity as beautiful as she was. She looked a tad more sophisticated which matched her.

After paying, they set off to buy his board shorts.They got into a store that specializes in beach wear. Rica rummaged through the selection and picked out three designs. One orange, one green and one blue.

“Go try this sa dressing room then show it to me.” Rica ordered.Paul got in the dressing room. He tried the orange one which was a bit tight. He got out and showed it to Rica.

“Hmm.. turn around nga.” Paul followed.As he was turning, Rica noticed that Paul had a bit of a bulge. It didn’t seem to be a hard on type of a bulge. It was just a bulge. “It’s too small. I’ll get a bigger one” Rica said.“No don’t bother. I don’t like the design anyway. Just give me a bigger size of the blue one.”

Paul said.“You’re not trying the green one?,” Rica asked, testing.“No self respecting Atenean would be caught wearing green.” Paul said, smiling wryly.“Hahaha, I knew it!, sige” Rica said and left.

She got back to the dressing room and handed him the shorts. A few seconds later, Paul came out, modeling the blue one.There was still a bulge, Rica noticed. “Perfect!” Paul smiled.

Room 507. 12:30 pm.

Toorooroot! Toorooroot!

The phone kept ringing. Cherry woke up with a start. She sat up all of a sudden and the ensuing blood flow made her head throb. She looked at herself. She was naked, her pussy still a bit damp and her whole body was aching as a result of sleeping in an uncomfortable surface and at an unusual position. What time is it? She thought. She checked her phone and saw the digital clock turn 12:31 pm. She reached for the still ringing hotel phone.“Hello” she said, sounding tired.

“Hi Ate! I mean Cherry! Hahaha…”

“O Joanna, what?”

“Did I wake you up?”

“You did.”


“It’s okay. Sup?”

“Have you eaten lunch na ba? I haven’t pa kasi. Rica still hasn’t returned and I don’t really know where to get food here”

Cherry thought for a second. She wanted to sleep but she knows that she has to get up already and eat. Her stomach grumbled.“Where you?”

“Our room, right across yours”

“Okay wait, punta ka muna here” Cherry said. She stood up. Still feeling weak she dragged her naked aching body towards the door. Along the way she saw her clothes and collected it and threw it in the closet.


“Yeah wait lang Joanna”, Cherry said. She got the bathrobe from the closet, wore it and opened the door.Turning back around she said to Joanna, “Wait lang Jo I’ll just wash up”

“Okay, I’ll watch TV muna. Take your time.”As soon as Joanna entered the room, she smelled a slight musky scent in the air. She couldn’t quite figure out what it was but she knew that it was something she was familiar with. She just didn’t now what it was at that time.

Cherry got in the CR and immediately turned on the shower. She needs a cold one.Joanna looked around the room. She noticed that a big dark blue bag was beside the bed nearest to the door. That must be Kuya Paul’s bag. She looked for the remote. It wasn’t near the TV. Both beds were fixed and empty which surprised her since she knew that Cherry was sleeping when she called. She knew that she didn’t fix the bed because hat would have taken too much time. She saw the remote on the table beside the phone. She walked towards it when she felt something get stuck in her shoe. She bent over to get it, thinking it was a face towel. When she got it, she thought she guessed right, feeling that it was wet. Upon further inspection however, she realized that it was a used pair of white briefs that was soaked in the crotch area.

“Eeeww!”, she exclaimed suddenly dropping the underwear back to where it was.Cherry heard her and turned off the shower.

“Jo? Are you alright?”

Joanna thought fast. “Yeah I’m okay! I uh…ah… uhm, I saw a spider kasi”


“Nothing! I’m okay!”

“Okay, malapit na ako. Just wait for me.”Joanna grabbed the remote and sat at the edge of the bed. She turned on the TV. She couldn’t understand what she was watching. Her mind was wandering, thinking about what she saw and held. Was that a pair of briefs? Was that Kuya Paul’s? Of course. He’s the only guy who is billeted in this room! Why was it on the floor away from the rest of his stuff? Why was it soaked when Kuya Paul left more than two hours ago? Where did Cherry sleep?All this was on her mind when the CR door opened. She was startled a bit and got up from the bed quickly as if she did something wrong.

“Can I uh, ah, ah use the CR?” Joanna asked.

“Yeah sure”

Joanna got in quickly and washed her hand. She was still very confused and cleaned her hand twice. Cherry looked at what Joanna was watching on TV. It was the BBC. Uninterested, she turned towards her bed when out of the corner of her eye she saw the briefs that she abused a couple of hours ago. Oh shit! Did Joanna see this!? Was that why she reacted that way kanina? She didn’t have time to think. She got the briefs and stuffed it back in Paul’s laundry bag. She composed herself and convinced herself that Joanna could not have seen what it was since you have to see it up close to recognize what it was. She went back to her bed and removed her bathrobe.Joanna came out of the shower and saw Cherry stark naked from behind.

“Ay sorry!” Joanna said, embarrassed, she stepped back into the CR.Cherry turned around to face Joanna.

“Hey Jo, it’s okay, all girls tayo here”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah… well I know I am. Are you?,” she asked teasingly.

“Hahaha, you know what I mean, “ Joanna said, still in the CR.

“Yeah I know, and yeah it’s okay. Labas ka na dyan no. Watch what you’re watching.

The TV I mean”

“Mkay!”. Joanna slowly got out of the CR and went back to the edge of Cherry’s bed to watch TV.Still naked, Cherry approached the edge of the bed, watching the TV as well. They were now both watching the BBC news, Joanna sitting on the edge and Cherry standing up right beside her.

“O what’s the news about?” Cherry asked with her eyes focused on the TV. She was now drying up her legs and she turned her back at Joanna. She bent over and in the process, she fully exposed her pussy from behind to Joanna. Joanna tried not to look but she couldn’t help it. She stared at her pussy for a few seconds, trying hard not to be seen staring.

Cherry’s pussy was a bit puffy and pinkish. She could see the inner folds a bit. There were a few hairs sticking out from the side even though they weren’t really long. She could also see her clit which she thought was a lot bigger than hers and the hood was protruding a bit. I guess that’s what a non-virgin pussy looks like, she thought. She thought it was beautiful.

She hoped that hers looked like that and not as plain as it is now.Cherry stood up and faced Joanna again and was now openly drying up her pubic hair in front of Joanna.

“Hey yung news…”

“Ah something about China andTibet… the usual.” Rica said quickly. She glanced at her perky breasts. They were full and crowned with light brown nipples. They were not big but they were the perfect size for her. Cherry was proud of them and her boyfriend loved them.

“Are you okay?” Cherry asked.

“Yeah… it’s just that…”, Joanna began.

“What? You can tell me” Cherry said.“It’s just that I have never seen another naked person before. Girl or boy, and I’m kinda uncomfortable.”

“Ah ganun ba? I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”, immediately she put on her panties and shorts.

“Sorry, I used to room kasi with Rica and we’re like naked half the time in our room.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize Cher. Hindi lang ako sanay. But I’m okay with it. I’m cool with it. To each her own.” Rica assured her.

Cherry was putting on her tank top already and began brushing her hair.“You should be okay with it. You have the same stuff anyway, Right?”

“Yeah I do noh! Haha”, Joanna said.

“By the way, clear your sched the night after tomorrow ha. The girls have a surprise for you”

“Surprise? What surprise?” Joanna’s eyes lit up.“Basta! Wait for it na lang. Okay?”

“Okay.” Joanna was excited. She can’t wait.“Come on let’s go. I’m starving!”

1:00 pm Hotel Lobby.

Paul and Rica just arrived from their shopping. Rica bought several items like a few wine bottles, a couple of shirts as well as a new book by an author that Paul did not recognize. Other than the board shorts, Paul bought a souvenir shirt and nothing else. They had lunch at a Mandarin restaurant which cost quite a bit of money. Paul did not have a lot of money to begin with and he wanted to make sure that he did not spend too much on things that he could get free. Like food. But it was a fun day. Rica seems to like him, as a friend at least. He found her very interesting which says a lot since he doesn’t normally find rich people interesting. He always finds them superficial. He hated being with them because try as he might, he can’t help but be plastic with them. He’d laugh at their jokes in a fake way which made him uncomfortable.

But Rica was different. She was really down to earth and he was surprised to find out that she was starting a foundation for street children with her parents. Her parents were devout Christians and this influenced Rica a lot. Still, he can’t see himself being Rica’s boyfriend. They were still too different. Rica had everything while he worked for everything he had. Not that he was ashamed of it. He was in fact proud of his accomplishments. At his young age, he is self sufficient and does not rely on his parents for money. He had an internet job that helps him get by and has made some connections that allows him to get some perks. Rica was not for her, he convinced himself. He decided to focus on being just a good friend.

“Rica, grabe, kaya mo pala ako pinasama para may taga-buhat ka e!” Paul jokingly said.

“That’s just so gaan dude! Anlaki-laki ng katawan mo hrap na hirap ka. Be thankful, I’m helping you lose weight!, “Rica laughed.

“Hey, I’m not fat. Muscle yan no! ”

“Muscle? You call that muscle?” She squeezed his biceps. It was hard. But she didn’t say it. Instead she said,

“E how come it’s so soft?”“Hu… kunwari ka pa. Naka-hipo ka nanaman!”


“Should I bring this upstairs to your room?”“Could you please? I have a meeting in a few minutes e.”, she hands him her key.

“Meeting for what?”, Paul asked. He wasn’t invited to any meeting.

“For the tournament. Some things we need to iron out before the tournament starts tomorrow.” Rica said.“Ah yeah you’re Execom nga pala. Okay. How do I return the key to you? Where can I find you after?”

“Keep it first. I don’t know pa where the meeting is e,” Rica brought out her phone and dialed.

“Okay kitakits later,” Paul said. He turned towards the elevator. Right before he entered the elevator, Rica called him.

“Hey Paul! Thanks ha?”He just smiled and nodded.

After putting down Rica’s stuff in her room, Paul decided to go to the coffee shop downstairs. He had a complimentary stub that he could use and decided that it was as good a time as any to use it.When he got out of the elevator, he noticed that there were a lot of people around the Front Desk area.

They were mostly students about his age, participants in the tournament as well. They had just arrived which was quite normal since a lot of schools usually come in just the day before the start of the tournament to save money for hotel room fees. They’d rather spend one day more after the tournament rather than one day before.

He walked towards the coffee shop, away from the mad scene at the front desk.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” a voice boomed.

Paul stopped. The voice was directed at him. For a second he was startled but he then recognized the voice. He turned around and sure enough it was his good friend.“Mahmoud!” Paul exclaimed. Paul cannot believe that Mahmoud al-Zarawi of King Abdulaziz University was here. Mahmoud was his closest friend in the entire debate community. He stood 6’1 and weighed about 350 lbs. As big as he was, his voice was even bigger. You can hear him from across the entire hotel lobby.

“I didn’t think you’d make it!” Paul said.

“Yeah I know, my friend. Praise be Allah! We almost ran out of gas you know?,” he elbowed Paul, letting him know that it was a joke. Saudi Arabia, the country where Mahmoud came from, is the biggest oil producer in the World. Mahmoud was a comedian like himself and it was one of two things that Paul particularly liked about him.

“Hahaha! That’s not funny man. Gas prices are soaring! Tell your dad to open the faucet a bit so that the prices would go down!” Paul said.

Mahmoud was the only son of an oil magnate and thus was the lone male heir to the family fortune. He was loaded with money and was never shy to spend it. Paul always mentioned this to him to which Mahmoud would always defend his spending ways by saying, “People who don’t have money want money to spend. I have money. Why should I not spend it?” Sound logic and it became a running joke between the two.

“What are you complaining about anyway? Last time I checked, you didn’t have a car!” Mahmoud exclaimed.

He always talked with an excited tone but when he’s with Paul, it’s like he cranks it up a notch. Mahmoud did not mean what he said as an insult. The financial disparity between them was a joke between them. Paul played the poor pauper and in turn, Mahmoud played the rich tyrant.

“That’s by choice! I live right across the street where I go to school! I don’t need a car,” Paul defended himself.

“Of course you do! What about girls? That’s why you don’t have a girlfriend! No wheels, no girls, no boom boom! Hahahahaha!”

“Hey, if a girl needs a ride, She can ride this!” he pointed to his crotch area.They both laughed. From behind Mahmoud, a girl wearing in full chador attire, the Muslim attire for women which is basically a long loose robe which covers their entire body, and a veil, moved towards Paul.

“Hello Paul”, the girl said in a cheerful if a bit muffled voice.Paul stopped laughing, embarrassed that the girl probably heard his crude joke.

“Saheera!”, Paul was pleasantly surprised and quite shocked to see Saheera, Mahmoud’s younger sister and about a fourth of his weight.Paul punched Mahmoud in the arm which made him stop laughing.

“Dude, you didn’t tell me Saheera was here!”

“I didn’t have the chance!” Mahmoud laughed.

“Saheera how are you? Listen, we were just joking okay? It was your brother’s fault!” he punched Mahmoud again.

“It’s okay Paul. It’s not like we’ve only met. You can’t possibly pretend you’re an innocent guy!” Saheera giggled.

“Hahahaha!”, they all laughed.

Saheera was right. He can’t pretend that he was an innocent guy. Not to Saheera, especially after the All Asians Tournament in Manila a mere four months ago. After that tournament, he found himself making out with Saheera at the back of Mahmoud’s rented car. They were on their way to the airport when they had to go back to the hotel because Mahmoud left a bag in his hotel room. While Mahmoud was retrieving his bag, Paul decided to test the waters with Saheera and she was only too willing to oblige having had a crush on Paul for the longest time. While he only got as far as feeling her breasts through her robe, it was a memory that always stuck in his mind. Over the past few months, they have been exchanging emails and got to know each other better. Naughty emails went back and forth. This served as foreplay between them until Saheera said two weeks ago that she would not be able to attend the tournament.

That was the last time he heard from her. And now she’s here and he couldn’t be happier.

Saheera is the best kept secret in the tournament in terms of beauty. While Rica is certainly the most beautiful overall, Saheera had the absolute perfect face. It had no pores whatsoever, no scars of any kind, no blemishes, nor any minor bumps nor discolorations. She had the face of an angel. A dusky angel. An innocent face. She had jet black eyes which light up especially behind the veil. She wore no make up, not even face powder. She weighed only about 103 lbs. and stood about 5’4. Very few people knew how beautiful she was because of her veil. She only took it off while eating and during the debate itself which provided minimal chances of seeing just how exceptionally beautiful she is. While she really isn’t required to wear a veil, she wears it anyway because of her shyness. This made Paul feel special about himself. He knew the best kept secret in the world.

“Anyway, I’ll see you later Paul. I have to rush, I am late for the Execom meeting!” Mahmoud said.

“Where is it held anyway?” Paul asked. He was wondering where Rica went.

“At a restaurant across the street actually. I don’t know the name. I’ll just look for them,” Mahmoud replied.

“I won’t come with you anymore. I feel tired, I want to rest” Saheera said.

“You said you were coming with me!” Mahmoud protested.

“That could take a couple of hours Mahmoud!” Saheera complained. Mahmoud, being the older of the two, was a gentle giant of some sorts and he like being bossed around by his little sister.

“Okay okay. Just get back to our room. Don’t go anywhere without telling me okay?I’ll be back around 4 pm,” Mahmoud searched his pockets for the key and handed it to her.


He was a protective older brother. He knew that anything can happen in these places. Hotels make people horny and crazy. He saw a free map in one of the stands and picked it up.

“Okay. What room are we in again?”

“Ehhh 607,” he answered absentmindedly, examining the map.

“607,” she repeated, staring at Paul while she said it.

Paul caught her look and stared back.

“Bye Paul, nice meeting you again.” Saheera cheerfully said. She turned around towards the elevator.

“Bye Saheera!”, Paul watched her walk towards the elevator.None of this was seen by Mahmoud who was busy with the map.

“So my friend what will you be doing for the meantime?”

“Oh I was just about to grab a cup of coffee actually. I guess I’ll do that.” He watched Saheera walk towards the elevator. Just before she got in, she turned around and held Paul’s gaze for a second.

“Well, I really have to go!”, pocketing the map.

“I’ll see you later at the University?”

“Yes of course. Nice seeing you my friend,” Paul smiled. They gave each other a hug. Mahmoud went towards the front entrance and Paul walked towards the coffee shop. After five steps, he turned around and ran towards the elevator. It opened and he got in. He pressed 5 for fifth floor. He got out on the 5th Floor but instead of stopping at his room, he ran past it and headed towards the service stairs. He ran up the stairs like Rocky Balboa in Rocky, and stopped at the sixth. He peeked at the corridor and, seeing that it’s empty, he ran towards Room 607. His adrenalin was flowing through every blood vessel in his body. He could not run fast enough. When he got to the room, he stopped. He looked up and down the corridor to check again if anybody saw him. He was about to ring the bell when the door suddenly opened and he was pulled in.

Saheera jumped into him, her lithe legs wrapped around his waist. She kissed him and he kissed back. They were like long lost lovers which, in a way, they were. Her long slender fingers ran through his newly cut hair while they kissed passionately. Their tongues slid across each other, like wild snakes mating. He tried to suck her tongue and she did the same. Her breath was heavenly and pure. Paul thought that he could do this forever. She moved her kisses towards his neck licking the base of his chin and sliding down outside her throat. Paul sucked on her earlobe and leaned against the door.

“Mmmmm”“Ohhhh Yesss.. Paul.. Ooooh Paul.”

“Ohhh Saheera…. mmmm”

“Ahhh … I miss you… Mmmmm”

“Uhmmm… mmm… ahhh Oh yes… I miss you too”

Saheera moaned and moaned. She kept kissing his neck then went back to his lips. They kissed again. More and more they tried to suck each other’s mouth. She licked her all over her face while he took off her head wear. Her hair flowed out, long dark waves, as black as the Arab night that seem to make her even wilder.

Paul was overwhelmed with what was happening. He waited for this for so long. Too long. He ran his hand all over her robe covered body and that’s when he realized that she was completely naked underneath. He made sure and put his hand in through the back of her robe and immediately felt her wet hairy pussy. He looked at her and she looked at him. She smiled. He gave her a questioning look and she nodded.With all his strength she pushed her up to his shoulders. Her legs were now draped over his broad shoulders.

They held each other’s gaze and Saheera took the front of her robe and covered his head. He was now in heaven. Immediately he dove into her naked cunt. Her smell was sweet and inviting. One lick of her slippery tongue and she came.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH! PAUL! AHHHHH! PAUL!!!OH YES…YES! YES!!!! OH SHHIIIIIITTTT!!!!”Paul turned his body so that now she had her back towards the door. He moved forward and her body hit the door.


“Ooooohhh … ooohhh…. nghhh”

Instead of feeling pain, she felt more pleasure. She was coming again and she shook violently. Afraid to fall down. She pushed up against the ceiling to steady herself. She could feel Paul’s tongue probing inside her tight dripping cunt. She could feel every millimeter of his tongue touching the wet slippery walls of her dripping pussy.

“Oh shit! Oh Yes! That’s it Paul! Lick it! Lick it! Taste me! Eat me! Suck my clit! Ngggghhh My pussy is yours! OHHHHH!”

Saheera had the thickest bush that Paul had ever seen. Nevertheless, it had absolutely no foul smell at all and he found himself excited by it. He licked more and more. His tongue found her engorged, throbbing clit and he flicked at it with his stiff tongue.

“Aww shit I’m coming again! Fuck!!!” Those dirty words could never possibly match the angelic heavenly face she had.She pushed up the ceiling with one hand and slammed the door with his left fist. She was in ecstasy. She has never felt this before and she was going mad. She held his head against her pussy, forcing him to suck more and more. Paul didn’t mind. It seems that Saheera was a gusher. Her cum gushed and squirted to his waiting mouth. He sucked it and swallowed it all. He loved the taste and loved the fact that he was licking this girl’s juicy little cunt. She shook again and this time, growing tired, Paul had to set her down. When they were face to face again, Saheera saw how wet Paul’s face is. He was masked with cum from the nose down to his chest, matting his sparse chest hair.

“Oh wow. I’m sorry…” Saheera started. He ran her hand on the wet area.

“Don’t be. I should be thanking you.” They kissed again.

She tasted her own juices from Paul’s wet lips. They went to her bed. Paul took off his shirt whose collars were also wet. He took off his shoes and began to unzip his shorts. He watched Saheera take off her robe. Just as she thought, she was flawless. Her dark sun kissed skin was majestic if not outright holy. Not an inch of her body was imperfect. She had ample breasts and brown nipples which were crested perfectly atop of her glorious mounds. Her pussy hair was thick and untouched by a razor. They were all natural Everything about her was fresh and natural. A Catholic, he found himself thanking Allah.

He pulled her closer and began sucking on her left breast. “Don’t…. Don’t… leave any mark. Ohhhh” She warned between gasps for air.

“Mnnnggghhhhh… ”

“I won’t. Mmmm… hurppp hurppp llhuchhh” He had no intention of putting a blemish on this ode to beauty and purity. That would be like vandalizing the Sistine Chapel. He licked around the nipples, never actually touching them. This drove her crazy and she began to move her body so that her nipples would touch his tongue. He avoided it and this made her wild with frustration.

“Suck ‘em! Suck my nipples please!” She pleaded.He stopped and looked at her.

“What did you say?” He watched her angelic, innocent , beautiful face say “Suck my nipples Paul, Please!”That drove him over the edge and began sucking her nipple with abandon.“Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh! There! Go!… Yeah,… uh-huh. Mmmmm. Yeah…mmm. Oh,”

“Take your shorts off” Saheera said.She stepped back so that Paul can stand up to take off his shorts. She was crazy with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to see Paul’s naked dick. She wanted it bad. Paul stood up and with one stroke of a hand, his shorts fell off.His boxers followed and Saheera gasp at the sight. Her eyes widened in shock. Holy Shit!

“What the hell is that?!” Saheera exclaimed.“What?” Paul asked.“That, that! That thing! Is that real?”

“Yeah it is” said Paul. He was usually proud of his dick but was now he was a bit concerned.Saheera came closer, she looked at Paul then reached down to grab his dick. She felt strangely powerful. Like she held a weapon. It was big. It was enormous. “I can’t even get my fingers around it!” Her mind was in shambles.

She was still horny as she was but fear gripped her.“Lick it,” Paul requested.

Without saying a word, Saheera got down on the floor. Paul sat at the corner of the bed. Se licked it. Her entire tongue was barely bigger than the cock head. Holy Shit!

“Suck it Saheera”

She tried. She opened her tiny little mouth wide. Then wider. Like she was taking an oral examination at the doctors office. It was he only way to get the cock head into her mouth.

“It won’t fit!” Saheera complained.

“Yes you can! Go on…” Paul encouraged her.Saheera tried again and this time she was able to put the cockhead in and about an inch of the shaft. But that was it. Any deeper and she would surely gag. So she focused on sucking that. She licked and licked that hard, massive cock. She varied it by sucking his balls alternately while jerking his dick. All the while she tried to think if it would fit her tiny cunt. She got into it. She sucked on the head hard with tiny licks in between.

His dick tasted so good. Yummy! She licked some more. She tried to put more in her mouth.“Nggggaaaaahhhhh”


“This is delicious Paul,” she looked at him straight in the eye then licked the hole.

“Arrrggghhh, Saheera. Mmmmmm. Oh yes. Lick it. Oh god… suck it with your tiny mouth.” Paul massaged her hair while lightly pressing her head toward his dick.

“Mmmmm. Paul…”

Paul knew he had to have her right there and then. He can no longer wait.Paul pulled her up and laid her on the bed. It was time.Saheera’s mind was going crazy. She wanted it so bad. Except for one thing.Paul began to position himself on top of Saheera. He had his dick in his hand, ready for action. Ready for battle.

“Paul stop. Wait,”

Did he hear her right? Did she just say stop?“What? What’s wrong?,”Paul asked.

Saheera sat up in bed and Paul knew that she was about to tell him something big.

“It’s my husband.” Saheera said, looking down on the bed. Immediately after she said the word husband, she felt guilty and closed her legs up.

“Hus-Husband?,” Paul asked, confused.

“Yeah husband”

“Husband husband?,” Paul asked. The shock finally getting to him. His dick limped down and Saheera noticed it. She felt dejected.

“Yes husband husband!,” she couldn’t look at him in the eyes and instead found her eyes focusing on his dick. Oh that sweet cock. She bit her lower lip.

“You’re married? When did this happen,” Paul said. He sat up in bed beside Saheera. He felt betrayed. He felt hurt. Like a jealous boyfriend who just found out his girlfriend was cheating on him.

“Two weeks ago. That’s why I stopped emailing you,” she answered in a sof voice, practicaly a whisper.

That answered some questions in Paul’s mind but not all,“So who’s the bastard? I mean, lucky guy? Sorry…”“It’s okay, I understand. Uhm you know him actually. Malik?”

“Malik?!,” this just keeps getting worse and worse.“You married Malik?,” Paul asked incredulously. He did know Malik. How could he not?

Malik Abdul Rahman was a former debater who participated in these tournaments as well. He was a handsome guy, practically a model in their University. His looks made him popular with the girls but not with the guys. He had an abrasive personality towards guys and had a mean streak. Last year he and Paul got into a fight after Paul’s panel of adjudicators voted against Malik’s team in the double octos. Instead of giving his team the second place and thus would allow them to advance to the next round, Tokyo University got the edge from the judges. It was a split decision, 3-2, and it effectively ended Malik’s debating career. Malik approached him after the decision and Paul thought he was going to shake his hand. Instead Malik shoved him hard against the wall and threw a punch at him. Luckily, Paul was able to avoid the punch and shove him out of the way. Malik stumbled and fell on the chairs, unable to control his momentum. He stood up immediately and went after Paul in front of everybody but he was stopped by Mahmoud. Malik dejected left the scene after giving Paul a warning. “I’ll see you around my friend,” was Malik’s parting words.“Anytime Malik,” Paul said. He wasn’t going to back down from anybody. His father didn’t raise a pussy. “You punch like a girl Malik!”

But now it was Paul who felt like a loser.

“Yes I married Malik,” a tear fell from Saheera’s eye.Paul felt bad, but he had to comfort her. He wrapped his arm around her naked shoulders.“It was an arrangement Paul. I had no choice!,” Saheera pleaded with him. “Please understand,”

“So why did you invite me here in the first place and do everything that we did? What was that about? And those emails? I thought we connected..,” Paul asked, exasperated with the entire situation.

Here he was thinking that he was about to fall in love with this beautiful Arab princess and it turns out that she already got married without telling him.“Were you just being a tease?,” Paul said. He looked at Saheera. Her long flowing hair over her shoulders up to the small of her back.Those words stung her. She didn’t know that it would hurt this much but it did and he had every right to say them.

“Of course not!,” Saheera defended herself. “I wanted you.”“Did you really?”“I do. I just couldn’t tell you about Malik. I wanted you so bad. In a sexual kind of way I wanted you so bad. I couldn’t tell you because I know you would not touch me if I told you I was married,” Saheera sighed.

Her eyes focused back on Paul’s now soft cock. It was still enormous. She wanted to just grab it and stuff it in her sad little cunt. I was so close! Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?

“So you were planning to tell me after we have sex?”, Paul asked.

He felt her forefinger trace the length of a dick. It tickled him and excited him at the same time.Saheera had to smile a bit when she saw how his dick reacted to her playfulness. Sheepishly, she answered his question.

“Well… yeah… I was planning to. Was that so bad?,” she gave him a pleading look.Paul had to laugh a bit. “You’re one crazy little girl.” His anger has began to dissipate as his lust returned.

“I’m not a little girl! I’m a married woman!,” Saheera had to laugh as well.

“So what made you change your mind?”

“About what?”

“About having sex with me. If you wanted me, why did you make me stop then? Was it guilt?”


“You felt guilty didn’t you? Being married and all?”

“No honestly. It wasn’t guilt,” she looked at him.

“Then what is it?” he played with her hair and earlobe while Saheera ran her fingers from the top of his hardening cock to its hairy base.

“Well it was this.”


“This. Your cock Paul”, she gripped his dick with her hand. Her fingers not meeting her palm.

“What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that it’s too big Paul,” Saheera smiled sadly at him.Paul reached over and rubbed her hairy pussy. He noticed that it was still wet. He let a finger slide down the slit, towards the drenched hole.“Ohhhh,” Saheera ,moaned. She closed her eyes. Why is he doing this to me? Her mind was screaming, her body was yearning.

It made her grip his dick harder like a vise.“I’m sure your pussy can take it,” Paul tried to convince her. He thrust in deeper and felt that it was very tight for a married woman. He began to finger her slowly.

“Ahhhhhh my god. Ooooh…. Paul. It’s not that.. Ooohhh… that’s good, yeah… it’s…”

“What is it then?”

“Paul, if I let this Ahhhhh! mmm monster of yours into my tight pussy, Oh shit… nggghhh …he’ll know that I did it with someone else,” Saheera explained. It was the truth.


“Well why did you invite me to have sex then?”

“I didn’t know it was this big! I didn’t know! Ohhhhh,” she continued to stroke his dick, it was like giving a handjob to a Coke bottle.

“Ahhhhhh, that’s it. Faster. But I told you in the emails… remember?” Paul was enjoying this conversation more and more. She rubbed her again and again. Feeling her soft folds and wet walls.

“I thought you were….. oooohhhhhh… ahhhhh… yeah… yeah… ngghhhh… exaggerating you know? I didn’t know you were actually selling yourself short.”

His fingers felt heavenly inside her feminine folds. Each thrust was now being met by a thrust of her hips, making the friction harder.They stopped talking. He concentrated on getting her off again. He rubbed using long hard strokes, making sure she felt every slide of his hard fingers.

“Ohhh yes… Ohhh yes! Yess, Yesss! I’m cumming!…” She had to let go of his dick. She was grabbing her hair, her pillow, the bedsheet. Everything.

“Here… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!”Her legs straightened up as her orgasm went through every inch of her dusky body.She then collapsed, breathing heavily. After a few seconds, while recovering, she felt her bed move. Paul was getting out.

“Where you going? We have an hour left,” Saheera asked between short breaths.

“You seem satisfied,” Paul asked.She didn’t like the tone of that.

“Are you still angry with me?” she got up and sat up in bed. She watched Paul grab his clothes.

“I don’t know. Forget it,” Paul said, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry Paul. I just can’t. You know I would love to feel you in me!”

“I don’t know that Saheera, I-”

“Yes you do! You know that!” he took his shorts from the bed. Saheera grabbed it back.“Why are you doing this? Why are you hurting me by saying those words?,” Saheera’s tears began to flow.Paul stood in front of her.

“Give it back Saheera,” he was tired.


“Saheera…,” Paul wanted to leave. He can’t stand being with her and not be able to be with her.

“He could kill me Paul. It gives him a right to do so if he finds out that I do something like this. And he’s capable of doing that,” She pleaded. She sobbed.

“Why can’t you understand that? I want you so bad that it hurts me so much not to feel you inside me. I’ve been waiting for so long for this and I just can’t. I can’t. For our own safety. He could kill you too,” Saheera sobbed, shaking, lamenting the situation.

“Saheera,” Paul cupped her pretty face. He wiped her tears with her thumbs.“I’m sorry too. I’m not taking it against you anymore.”

Sahera continued to weep.“It’s just that I can’t stay here. I can’t stay with you here and not try do get in you.” Paul felt the burden of his own situation.

“Sniff..” It was the sweetest and naughtiest thing she has ever heard.

“If I stay here, right here, right now, Saheera, I could go crazy. I’m gonna lose my mind.” Her eyes looked deep into her. They were in a bad situation. Two lovers separated by a bad stroke of luck.“So, I’m sorry. I have to go,” Paul picked up his shorts and started to walk away. He stopped after a few steps to wear his boxers.

“My ass,” Saheera said.

“What was that?,” Paul asked. He was now bringing up his walking shorts. “What did you say?”Saheera got out of bed and came up to Paul. She was no longer crying but still had a pleading look with her. She pushed him against the wall.

“If I let you do my ass, would you?”

“Saheera…,” he didn’t want her to degrade herself for him. She was too good a woman for that.

“Would you? Would you Paul?”

“Saheera you don’t have to do this…”

“No this isn’t just for you. This is for me too. Can’t you see?”

“What do you mean?,” Paul was getting confused.

Saheera kissed his chest. She kissed his neck sending shivers through his body.“Would you Paul?”

“Saheera, I’m no longer mad… you don’t have to do this.” His dick started to grow again, betraying the words he just spoke.

“I’m not doing this so that you won’t get mad at me, Paul. I found a loophole. This is for me more than it is for you,” Saheera pulled down his shorts as well as his boxers.His dick spring out, hard, ready and waiting. She grabbed it.“I said I want you inside me remember? I don’t know why I didn’t think of this earlier. Please Paul,” Saheera asked, begging.

Paul didn’t know what to do. He was confused. He wanted to show her that she was more than a friendly fuck for him and if he goes through with this, she would think that all he wanted from her was sex. That would ruin everything. On the other hand, he did want that ass and he did want to fuck her one way or another. And Saheera said that she wouldn’t be taking advantage of her if he did. In fact, it sounded like she would be taking advantage of him.

She went down on him. She grabbed his dick and began to suck furiously, bringing it back to its hardened state. She kissed the cockhead passionately. She used both hands to jerk him off and she looked up at Paul. With the sweetest voice she could muster and with hs dick as a pseudo microphone, she says,

“Paul would you please fuck me in the ass?”

That did it for Paul. He put her arms beneath her armpits and brought her up. He carried her to the bed and threw her down.

“Ohhhhh!,” no more tears and she began to smile.

He turned her around and put her in the doggie position. He spread her wide and began to eat her out from behind. He shoved his tongue deep down her tight pussy.

Saheera began to push back, using the wall to help her body thrust back. He replaces his tongue with his finger, making her squirmher lovely little ass. He begins to lick around her asshole.

“Ohhhh yeahhh.. go… lick it. Put your tongue in it. Please…”Paul was only happy to oblige. He stiffened her wet tongue and went straight for her ass. He felt it give a little and he thrust in deeper.

“Ohhh yeah! Ohhhh.. Unnnghhhhh…That’s it! Mmmmmmmaaahh!”

His tongue spirals in and out her light brown crevice. There was no bad taste, just a sweet scent, a bit stronger than her pussy. It was sweet and he kinda liked it. “Oh Oh… go… more…Nghhh…Nghhh… Uh-huh… yeah… there. Right there Paul.”

She felt his tongue leave her puckered asshole. He felt him move for a little while, like he was getting something. Suddenly she felt his dick on her pussy slit. He was wearing a condom. He rubbed his dick on her pussy a little bit more. Oh why can’t I put it in?? He considered shoving it in for a second but he respected her too much.

“Paul don’t,” Saheera thought he was going to ram it in her pussy.But then Paul raised his dick a few inches up and presses his dick against her netherhole.


“Uh-huh.. go. Do it. Now,” Saheera ordered him.Slowly, Paul slid his cockhead in. He was afraid of hurting her. He wanted to be careful. But it wasn’t as tight as he expected. In fact, it felt far easier than it should.

“Ohhhh… there. Go, yeah, Ngghhhhhh mmmhmmmm mhhhhhmmmm, Arrghhhh Ahhhhah… Ohhhh. More Paul more!”

Paul shoved more in. She pushed back. She was going wild with ecstasy, her black crown flying all over the place. When he has gone as far as he could, he stopped.

“Ohhhhhhhh…. Nghhhhhhhhaaaaa!”She suddenly shook. She was having an orgasm. Still she kept pushing back, wanting every inch of his thick trunk of a dick inside her waiting ass.“I’m cummming!!!! OHHHHHHHHHH GAAAAAAHHHHH!”

She shook some more, her hair just flailing away.

Paul held his dick in and observed her beautiful body shake from his thrust. He felt a lot of satisfaction in giving this beautiful woman a powerful orgasm. Finally she was in.She was thinking the same thing. Finally he’s in me! Praise be Allah! I got what I wanted. At least partly.

But then he saw her hair move and at he base of her neck, about 4 inches down were three scars. They look fresh, at least only a week old.

He ignored it.

He would have to ask her later. There was a task at hand. No more pauses. He wants this. She wants this. They’re doing it.Paul started to pull out. He felt every inch of her asshole around his protected dick. He pulled out almost completely and Saheera’s ass mourned the loss of the presence of the cock. But it only took a second as Paul suddenly thrust in as fast and as hard as he could. Saheera’s eyes widened and she had to bury her head in the pillows.

“AAAAARRRRRRRGHHHH!” came her muffled response. Paul became an animal just then. He was angry. He was angry with himself. He was angry with Saheera.

He thrust in and out hard again and again channeling her anger through his dick.

“Ahhh Saheera! Unghhh You want this? Unghh! Umgh!! Ungh!!!”

“Yes! Yes I want it! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ohhh! Yeahhh…. Uhmmm”

Paul thrusted his hard cock even harder than before. He was mad at Malik from stealing his girl. Or would be girl. He was mad at Malik for putting a blemish on the most flawless woman on earth. How could he hurt her? He resolved to get back at Malik about this.

For now he’ll get back at him by giving his wife a taste of heaven- his cock. He concentrated to fuck her till her senses explode. He went faster and harder.

“Unghh! Unghhh! I want your ass. Your ass is mine! Unghh!”“Ohhh! Ahhhh! Nghhhh! Faster! More! More! Give it all! Mmmmm! NGGHHHHH!”

“Oh yeah! Ahhh! Ungh! Fuck you Malik! I’m fucking your wife’s ass!” It was like Paul was attacking her ass because of the ferocity of the thrusts.

Upon hearing this, it drove Saheera over the edge. “Paul! I’m cumming again! Don’t you stop!!!!”

Paul gave it his all. With all his anger-fueled might, he thrust in her beautiful asshole.”


Her pussy convulsed and she came like the flood. Her cum dripped down on the bed which was surprising since her pussy was not even the one fucked. She came more and more and as her orgasm began to subside, Paul’s orgasm starts to build up.

“I’m near Saheera! I’m … Unghhh … about to cum!”

“Cum on my face!” Saheera suddenly blurted out.Paul didn’t want to. He did not want to desecrate the most beautiful face on earth.

“My face Paul!,” Paul didn’t have time to argue. This certainly was not the time. He pulled his rod out and stripped the condom off. She turned around and began to suck the purplish head. She sucked it eagerly, like a thirsty baby.

“I’m cumming!… AAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

Saheera stopped sucking and began to jerk his dick off on her face. A second later, Paul blasted her face with hard sticky cum, hitting her squarely on the forehead with a splash.

“Ughhh!!! Aghhhhhhh!”

“Yes…Come on Paul… Yeah… that’s it… Uhhhhh …. Mmmmm… Give it to me…”

She jerked him again.

She aimed the next two blasts on her cheeks and the rest of the spurts just all over her face. When it stopped, she opened her eyes through webs of cum. That was a lot! She leaned forward and began to suck his dick again. She cleaned it up, making it shine with her saliva. She tasted his cum and loved the feeling of it on her tongue. She swallowed what she could and smiled at Paul.

Paul could see the most angelic face ever covered with his love juice. Her eyes were smiling. Her lips were smiling. He smiled as well.He had to ask.“Why’d you make me cum on your face?” He sat down and came right next to her face.“So that today you would have done something that only you have done to me.”She kissed him on the lips.


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