1. Morocco


    Date: 10/26/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Interracial Sex, Taboo, Author: ottorank, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    down the corner to a place where the foreign papers came mostly daily and tried to find a copy of "The Times" of London and some American cigarettes. The owner said that the "Times" had not come in weeks... but that he had saved a copy of the "Globe" which had come from Gibraltar. He had no American tobacco but there was French. We passed some pleasantries about a ship that had passed recently into the Mediterranean and the various movements of the Germans in Algiers. I bought some small chocolates thinking they would compliment the oranges I had purchased earlier. The lobby was empty when I came in from the afternoon street. The shadows of the west were getting longer and my own stretched tall into the dark hotel. The suite had two rooms and I took another door in so as not to wake you. I was quiet and closed the door with a whisper. I was just settling into my chair in the sitting room when I was startled by the awareness of another presence, unexpected. As I looked into the bedroom I saw frozen against the window the tall figure, Hamid. He apparently had brought the water and oranges up into the suite. Thinking no one was in he had slipped into the room to deliver the delicacies, using his passkey. There he saw you sprawled in the sunlight, naked on the bed. Your body was dazzling in its whiteness and I, staring, had caught him. He was stock still in his terror. The silhouette he cast beneath his white muslin Djibouti was lean and athletic, a body of a runner. His skin ...
    was a deep, dark walnut, almost Negroid. His long, thin face was that mix of Moor and Mediterranean that defied a racial origin. He could be Egyptian, Arabic, or Greek, no one could tell. It was enough, that he was dark, and long, and young... and clearly aroused. As I stood to approach him, he shifted suddenly as if to flee past me. I held my finger to my lips, as if to bid him be silent. I held out my other hand openly, warmly and waved it slightly toward your body as if I was presenting you upon a stage. My eyes met his in an inquiring fashion, and my smiled betrayed a trace of mischief. At first, he remained wary, until I sat upon the end of the bed. He relaxed a bit and I motioned him to sit as well. We both sat and gazed upon your sun-splashed body. You lay in the sun on your side. Your skin had the mildest slick from the heat, and your breasts glistened. "Hmmmmm," you moaned, cat-like, still asl**p. "You came back to give me a little present. I've been waiting. It's warm and I'm still so high." "This is a surprise," I said, quietly. "You cannot peek." and I took my silk cravat and tied it carefully about your head. "Ohhhh, I like this kind of surprise," you said, and you reached out and touched my hands. "Lie still," I commanded gently, placing your hands at your sides. "I want to stroke your fire." At this, I grabbed the bellman's wrist and moved his hands along your shoulders. He smiled cautiously as you purred. As if he were my puppet, I had him caress the length of ...
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