My name is Sareeda, and I've always felt unique. I don't feel egotistical or self-centered, but I perceive the world differently than the people in my village, particularly my y*unger sisters. My stepfather is a powerful, well-connected sheik who controls the rug trade in my area. I am the eldest of my sisters and have not yet married. They, however, are all much y*unger than I am and are in relationships with older, highly respected men whom my stepfather chose for them. In my society, everything is very traditional, and you will face strict and harsh consequences if you do not adhere to the norms of our social order.

I have seen strife in my country since I was born, and I am used to foreign service members walking our land. Men in my village tell me they are here to change our culture, and that seems true when I see them build hospitals and schools for women. I'm not sure if it's because of my rebellious nature or the desire to try things no one in my village will do, but I've always longed to be with one of these strange men who patrol my province.

I have a job at a local farm and work as a secretary, recording profits and tracking shipments of olive oil that the owners sell overseas. It's a thirty-minute walk from my home. During the journey, when no one's around, I submit to my fahash desires and touch myself before I return. When I do, I think of the foreign soldiers I've seen while growing up, who scout our countryside.

Our people see s*x before marriage as highly punishable, so s*x with an infidel would be to the greatest extent. Thinking of one of these foreigners being inside me is so taboo. It's part of why it turns me on so much. It's always been a desire, but I never thought it would become a reality. However, one day my dream came true.

My sisters are timid and have never questioned how things have been in my culture for centuries. Their minds haven't fully developed, so it's not their fault. I bring this fact up because I'm the total opposite. Most girls in my country are already married. I never felt any man deserved to be my husband for the rest of my life, regardless of whether my Stepdad tried to arrange one for me.

The only thing that has saved me from persecution from tribal elders is solely how powerful my stepfather is and his level of control over local politics. Time and time again, he has protected me from multiple scandalous events regarding activities conducted between other men and me, and women, for that matter. Yes, I've been with other women. I have tattoos and piercings. And I've had affairs with prominent merchants in my territory. I'm the bl*ck sheep of my lineage, and this is no secret within my local group. But the last provocative encounter, with an infidel, may be the one that does me in. As much power as my Stepdad has within our community, I'm not sure if he'll be able to get me out of the mess I put myself in.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Who knows how long he had been there, but he was watching me pleasure myself. Emotions such as fear, embarrassment, and anger filled my mind. Curiosity outweighed them all, and I approached him directly. He raised a radio when I reached him, but I signaled for him to be quiet. Then I lifted my dress, and his face lit up. My opportunity to be with a foreign legionary had finally come. I hinted that he needed to satisfy my desires or that I would scream for help. My village was close by, and he knew he would have no chance of escaping and would be put in prison immediately if caught, so he complied.

I decided to bring him to my tribes harem so that I could use him for a few hours and enjoy his company before letting him go. The infidel unzipped his military trousers, and his manhood stared me down. I knew what I was about to do was wrong. It could even get me in deep trouble, but that was a risk I was willing to take. I waited my whole life to have a foreign warrior's p*nis in my mouth. And the fact that this one was in uniform made it that much more exciting.

I wanted him to understand he was beneath me, even though I was submitting my body to him. After swallowing his manhood for some time, I turned around & got on my knees, then I pulled my bl*ck panties down. Bending over, I spread my butt cheeks open, sending him the signal that it's time to feed on my stretched-out brown h*le. Having my *ss rimmed by the foreigner felt so good. It only seems fair that I return the favor. Afterward, I thought, what better way is there to show him how much I've always fantasized about this, other than letting him face f*ck me. We finished a thorough amount of face f*cking, & than It seemed only appropriate to let the foreign crusader take me from behind. Bent over on the bed, I once more pleased the infidel with my mouth. As his white c*ck slides down my throat over and over again, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have two to suck on instead of one. I let the soldier penetrate between my legs once more. This time from above. I loved the feel of his big b*lls slapping against my tight butthole. I never wanted the moment to stop, but eventually my tight Arab p*ssy powerfully milked his testicles, and he needed to come. I was filled with joy, having the infidel inside me, but I didn't want to be filled with his b*by. And that was when I decided to eat his release. There was only one thing left to do, to c*mpletely erase any exposure of my wrongdoing...

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