A Syrian Beauty's Seduction: A Forbidden Encounter at a Country Estate
Veena had arrived at my country estate and the household staff carried her bags upstairs to her bedroom. Veena is a beautiful 30 yr. old syrian woman , that feared for her safety, asking if she could come to visit me. I agreed to have her lstay with me for as long that is needed. She is tall with a slender body, long black hair, and skin smooth and white like alibaster. Veena wore a white, silk blouse. Veena always enjoyed wearing sexy underwear, so the day she arrives from Syria, she was wearing a white, lacy bra and white silk panties. Her stockings were flesh colored and held up by elastic around her thighs. The flesh-colored stockings highlighted Veena's long legs that were the best part of her 5-foot, 11-inch frame. Veena knew her legs were attractive and were made more attractive by high heels that were secured with ankle straps. She spent the majority of her time living in London.
She came upstairs hearing water running, she approached the open master bathroom door, it was then that she discovered that someone was in there, showering. She could hear the splatter of water, and, now that she was close enough, She produced a tube of lip gloss from her pocket and slid the tip across her lips until they were sticky with the sweet taste of strawberry and wax. A great warmth washed over Veena then. Veena walked silently through the bedroom door, towards the sound of running water .
She made it all the way to the door and paused before peering around it. There she saw me through the fogged glass of the shower stall. I was standing with my back to her, lathering up my hair. I was a big man, muscular build and about 200lbs. Veena could make out my shape, and see the dark
tan of my skin. Then I turned around and changed Veena's life forever. From her hiding place just behind the open door to the bathroom, Veena stared through the haze of steam and wet glass. Below my waist Veena could see the dark mass of my genitals, covered in a great mound of soapy foam. She watched as the soap was rinsed away, and there, to her total astonishment, was my penis. Veena raised a quivering hand to her gaping pink lips as she watched in awe. my penis hung long thick and slack from me, yet it was still the longest and thickest penis she had ever seen in her life. Veena's cheeks blushed, almost reaching the same shade of pink as her glossy lips.
She looked on with eyes full of wanting. Her insides twisted into knots as she realized she was standing for so long and still could not pry her gaze away from this vision of masculinity. Somehow she managed, and stole out of the master bedroom as quietly as she had come. Once she was in her bedroom, Veena flopped herself down on the bed. Her face felt hot and her heart was fluttering wildly. She lay on her back and tried to breathe deeply in order to calm herself down. The mere sight of me naked had set a fire in Veena's pussy. She felt a need so great that it made her dizzy. She pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Her chest heaved with each hot breath and her hands clenched into fists. She closed her eyes and continued to try and breathe, but was sure she would faint. In her overwhelmed state, Veena could not see me standing in the doorway of her room. "Veena? Are you alright?" I asked, sounding surprised.
Veena's eyes opened and she nearly began to cry. Her blush deepened until her face went red. She looked up at me with a pitiful expression on her darkening face. Her knees gave way and she slumped to the floor off the bed."Oh... I..." Veena whimpered as she collapsed. Her world began to go black.I stepped
forwards her and stooped down to help her. I wore only a towel, but my concern for Veena was more important to me than my own modesty. I took hold
of her by her arms and hauled her back onto the bed where she had been. She pushed herself up on her elbows and tried to stand up. The fabric of her blouse and bra could not suppress her stiffening nipples. Veena was embarassed," Veena, what's wrong?" I asked yet again.
Veena reached forward for my hand, and I took her forearm. She reached out with her free hand and grasped the edge of my towel. As she pulled herself
up towards me, she tugged at the towel and let it drop away from my thick hairy legs. " John..." She threw her arms around my neck and held
as tight as she could. "Take me now!" I pushed her back onto the bed forcefully and quickly snatched up my towel again. I wrapped it haphazardly about my waist and stepped back from the bed and the recumbent woman. Veena slithered herself back down onto the floor, kneeling before me. . She reached out to me, begging "Please," Veena urged me, "my body is on fire. I need you." Veena lurched forward and caught the towel once again.
This time she hung from it as I held on, keeping myself covered in front of her. I felt her hand snake its way up underneath to touch my penis. When her silken touch met my still damp flesh, her wild temptation began to take hold of me. I froze. Veena peeled away the folds of the towel to reveal her prize. The huge long wide purple organ hanging moist and hot, and it smelled freshly of musksoap. She clutched the towel tightly in her fists and took THE END
She came upstairs hearing water running, she approached the open master bathroom door, it was then that she discovered that someone was in there, showering. She could hear the splatter of water, and, now that she was close enough, She produced a tube of lip gloss from her pocket and slid the tip across her lips until they were sticky with the sweet taste of strawberry and wax. A great warmth washed over Veena then. Veena walked silently through the bedroom door, towards the sound of running water .
She made it all the way to the door and paused before peering around it. There she saw me through the fogged glass of the shower stall. I was standing with my back to her, lathering up my hair. I was a big man, muscular build and about 200lbs. Veena could make out my shape, and see the dark
tan of my skin. Then I turned around and changed Veena's life forever. From her hiding place just behind the open door to the bathroom, Veena stared through the haze of steam and wet glass. Below my waist Veena could see the dark mass of my genitals, covered in a great mound of soapy foam. She watched as the soap was rinsed away, and there, to her total astonishment, was my penis. Veena raised a quivering hand to her gaping pink lips as she watched in awe. my penis hung long thick and slack from me, yet it was still the longest and thickest penis she had ever seen in her life. Veena's cheeks blushed, almost reaching the same shade of pink as her glossy lips.
She looked on with eyes full of wanting. Her insides twisted into knots as she realized she was standing for so long and still could not pry her gaze away from this vision of masculinity. Somehow she managed, and stole out of the master bedroom as quietly as she had come. Once she was in her bedroom, Veena flopped herself down on the bed. Her face felt hot and her heart was fluttering wildly. She lay on her back and tried to breathe deeply in order to calm herself down. The mere sight of me naked had set a fire in Veena's pussy. She felt a need so great that it made her dizzy. She pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Her chest heaved with each hot breath and her hands clenched into fists. She closed her eyes and continued to try and breathe, but was sure she would faint. In her overwhelmed state, Veena could not see me standing in the doorway of her room. "Veena? Are you alright?" I asked, sounding surprised.
Veena's eyes opened and she nearly began to cry. Her blush deepened until her face went red. She looked up at me with a pitiful expression on her darkening face. Her knees gave way and she slumped to the floor off the bed."Oh... I..." Veena whimpered as she collapsed. Her world began to go black.I stepped
forwards her and stooped down to help her. I wore only a towel, but my concern for Veena was more important to me than my own modesty. I took hold
of her by her arms and hauled her back onto the bed where she had been. She pushed herself up on her elbows and tried to stand up. The fabric of her blouse and bra could not suppress her stiffening nipples. Veena was embarassed," Veena, what's wrong?" I asked yet again.
Veena reached forward for my hand, and I took her forearm. She reached out with her free hand and grasped the edge of my towel. As she pulled herself
up towards me, she tugged at the towel and let it drop away from my thick hairy legs. " John..." She threw her arms around my neck and held
as tight as she could. "Take me now!" I pushed her back onto the bed forcefully and quickly snatched up my towel again. I wrapped it haphazardly about my waist and stepped back from the bed and the recumbent woman. Veena slithered herself back down onto the floor, kneeling before me. . She reached out to me, begging "Please," Veena urged me, "my body is on fire. I need you." Veena lurched forward and caught the towel once again.
This time she hung from it as I held on, keeping myself covered in front of her. I felt her hand snake its way up underneath to touch my penis. When her silken touch met my still damp flesh, her wild temptation began to take hold of me. I froze. Veena peeled away the folds of the towel to reveal her prize. The huge long wide purple organ hanging moist and hot, and it smelled freshly of musksoap. She clutched the towel tightly in her fists and took THE END
