1. Matilda in the sand


    Date: 12/25/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: magentalips, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    bag, Matilda tries to blend in with other shoppers. Stopping to drink coffee and mint tea off a dusty lane later, not knowing whether Muslim women also do this, Matilda spots the two men she saw in the mirror standing off on the other side of the lane. “Scheisse,” she mumbles. Are they following me? Matilda finishes her drinks and moves off fast and turns into another narrow lane, hopefully in the direction of her little hotel. Soon she realises that she is lost. She doesn’t see the men again until the older bald one walks straight towards her in another narrow lane. Turning, she sees that the younger man is also coming up behind her. Hitting her panic button, Matilda is confronted by the bald man, with sideburns and grey hair at the temples, standing right in her way. He smiles gently. “Hello, my name is Ahmed,” he speaks with a very soft voice. “I saw you earlier. Are you lost?” “…No, no… I am going to my hotel. It’s OK,” Matilda says. “There is no hotel around here,” he says. Matilda feels the younger man standing right behind her. “Oh, that is my relation Noor, behind you.” “If you are new to Marrakesh, can we offer you some more mint tea, or lunch? Our house is just in the lane to the left. We would love to practice our English with you,” says Ahmed. Matilda wants to get away from them but the genuine tone of the invitation stops her. “OK, danke,” she ends up saying. Ahmed’s wife and his elderly mother are sitting on a beautiful rug in the cool adobe living room just ...
    off the lane. Everyone then sits down to drink sweet mint tea followed by delicious warm flat bread rolls with grilled meat inside. “In the afternoon, we snooze,” says Ahmed. “ So there is a room and a mat upstairs for you if you wish to doze.” Matilda likes the sound of that invitation too. After Ahmed had gone, she lays down on the mat in the hot room. As it’s sweaty she pulls the front of her burka up until she is bare from the shoulder downwards. She spreads her legs free, her pale body against the black burka, and is soon asleep. “That’s a rare sight.” Matilda hears Ahmed’s voice as she wakes to find the man standing and looking down on her from the end of the mat. “I have been sitting here enjoying the scene for a while, hope you don’t mind.” Thick grey and black hair sprouts all over his naked body, and over the bulge of his stomach. From a lush oasis of hair under the stomach sticks out an awesomely thick penis with a round and shiny dark-red head. “Scheisse,” mumbles Matilda. Then she sees that young Noor has also slipped in near the end wall and is taking off his white tunic. “Ready for some more Moroccan hospitality?” asks Ahmed, as he kneels between her spreading legs. “OK,” says Matilda, semi-automatically, while still shrouded by her hood that she had slept in. Ahmed swiftly pulls off her burka hood, freeing an autumn forest of beautiful red hair. He then falls clumsily on her with his full weight. Feeling as flat as the lunch bread, Matilda still opens her thighs ...
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