Saturday morning I was awake at six before the alarm went off. A few moments later I realized that Zahra was holding my cock with one hand while passionately sucking it with her mouth. I turned on my right side and forced her to turn as well. In one move I removed her panties and lifted her left leg in the air to gain access to her crotch. I started sucking the juice from her love pot with my tongue. Zahra bent her leg and placed it over my chest without stopping sucking me off. She spat several times on my shaft, smeared saliva all over its length, and began to slide her hand down its entire length while licking the glans with her tongue. I grabbed her hips and pressed her pleasure button onto my tongue. I knew very well that she wanted me to lick her pussy slowly, with circular motions of my tongue. I also knew that I had to suck her clit quite gently.
Zahra has a natural talent for lovemaking. Her blowjobs were getting better and better. When she opened her mouth, my dick fell out. She started teasing the glans with her hand and I quickly felt that I was about to come. I stopped licking her and let her concentrate on the blowjob. It felt like heaven.
– Zahra, I will come if you don’t stop!
She didn’t stop and I came in ten seconds with a groan. She was not quick enough with her mouth, so the first jet hit her face before she pushed two inches of my steel hard shaft into her mouth. The rest of the jets ended up in her throat. She swallowed the cum without hesitation and also licked my shaft clean.
– Now it’s my turn.
I gently pushed her onto her back and spread her legs. I put the tips of three middle fingers in her pussy, then used her juice as an anal lube. I slid my pinky finger in, past her rosebud. She welcomed this intrusion with a loud moan. I slid the full length of my pinky into her receptive ass and let it rest there, while I started to passionately suck her clit again. Her moans became louder and louder until she screamed. Her rosebud started to pulsate so strongly as if she wanted to break my finger. After a couple of minutes, she calmed down, so I slowly withdraw my finger from her ass.
It was not about seven o’clock when we washed and started to prepare a big omelet, “kahvu” (coffee, Bosnian), and orange juice for breakfast. We had plenty of time.
– Let’s take our cameras. I will feel again like a student journal reporter. You will be able to practice taking photos of the crowd and exceptional individuals in the crowd. Do you have enough space on your card for 100 new photos?
– I still have one totally empty card. I’ll replace it right away.
– I deleted your photos from the memory card, so there is enough space on it for today.
After checking that we had all the necessary extra equipment, we headed down the stairs at 8:25. Karolina was leaning against the wall with her banner. I took my camera out of my bag and Zahra imitated me.
– Can we take one photo? We decided to practice “political” photography today.
– No problem. What do you want me to do?
– Nothing special. Be what you are. Political photography is supposed to try to capture the “truth”, whatever that might be, and it must not be “faked”.
– Do you intend to sell these photos to the media?
– Of course not. It is our private matter. Swimming and photography are my long-time hobbies. I am only interested in how I would help Zahra to be even better at these two things.
– Could I see the photos after we get back here? Maybe we could use some for our website or future banners.
– No problem. We will go to your premises when we return. There I will copy all my photos to your laptop. You can do whatever you want with what I’m going to hand over to you.
– I’ll leave you photos too, even though I’m more of a beginner.
– And you?
– I have a little experience. When I was a student, I worked for three years as a photographer for a small circulation student newspaper in a place called Tuzla.
– Shall we go?
– Sure.
As we walked towards the subway station, Karolina surprised me with a direct remark.
– You two lovebirds are insatiable.
– What do you mean?
– This morning, Zahra’s moans could be heard down to our office. (Zahra blushed)
– I’m sorry.
– Don’t be. I envy you.
– Those thin walls in the building are desperate. What were you doing here so early?
– Preparations for the march, of course. I came a little after six. At that time I could already hear you.
– I do not know what to say. This building was not intended as a residential unit. The whole living space is one big room, and the entrance door is paper thin. I think that even a cough could be overheard in the corridor. It would be ideal for Zahra and me if we could move into a small house, but at today’s prices, Escort we can’t afford it.
– It’s no big deal. Really. We are all adults here. So what if you fuck your girlfriend every day. Billions of other people do the same.
– No shit, Sherlock. Last two weeks we lived in a bubble of our own. Today is the first day of joining the outside world again. I hope our pictures will be useful. It would be nice if we could get some clothes saying “press” but I guess this is out of the question.
– Yeah, sorry about that. We don’t have a registered media.
When we entered the station, we saw others whose paraphernalia signaled they were going to the same march. When the train arrived, it was already full of protesters, so we waited for the next one, which was also almost full. The spirit of camaraderie and good mood prevailed among the crowd. Zahra and I already started taking photos. Many people greeted Karolina, so I deduced she was a frequent marchgoer.
When we arrived, the sun shyly peeked out from behind the clouds. The streets near the station were inundated with slogans and flags. We met a lot of new people because Karolina introduced us to everyone who greeted her. In ten minutes we were on our way. Some of the organizers had megaphones and dictated political slogans, while most of the crowd loudly repeated them. Zahra and I had our cameras ready and tried to capture both the general atmosphere and the protesters with imaginative banners or clothes. We continued to take photos during the speeches of prominent activists.
When the event was over, I suggested that the three of us go somewhere for lunch.
– Have you ever been to a Polish restaurant?
– Me no.
– I was in Poland twice, so I can answer yes. When I was a student, I visited Krakow. Since I work in a colleague I was once in Warsaw for a week. I attended a scientific conference. After I moved to England, I never went to a Polish restaurant again.
– I will take you to a place I know.
Karolina was telling us about her life in Poland and how she feels about how some Brexit enthusiast tells her to go where she came from. Zahra and Karolina got along well. Karolina promised to ask if there is any Pole who could rent us a small apartment. The people at the adjacent tables were all occupied with their cell phones, making the situation look weird. I have a phone, but not a smartphone, so I pick it up only when I want to talk to someone. Zahra had a smart phone, but kept the ringing off and never used it when she was with me. She has few contacts in her phone’s memory, mostly co-workers, her family, me, and, of course, Malcolm. Karolina was surprised that we didn’t put phones on the table.
– What are your plans for today?
– We will go to my wife’s house to do our laundry. We don’t have a washing machine in Senad’s studio. It was not renovated with permanent occupation in mind. It’s good that he spends a lot of time there, so there is a small kitchen, fridge, and bathtub with a shower.
– Why don’t you come with us to our place? I can make us a real Bosnian coffee in a copper džezva. We can review today’s photos and download them to your laptop.
– Yes, that’s indeed a good idea.
– Let’s go. I will pay at the counter.
We headed back home. When stopped on the second floor, at Karolina’s office. She picked up her laptop bag and accompanied us to the attic. Karolina did not hide her curiosity. Zahra showed her the apartment but did not show her the drawer where I kept my toys and accessories. Karolina turned on the laptop. The wifi signal from downstairs was strong enough for her to connect to the internet. I removed the memory cards from both cameras. I inserted my card into Karolina’s laptop and started downloading all of today’s photos.
Girls sat on the couch, while I stepped to the kitchen and put the džezva, full of water, on the stove.
– I really like your apartment.
– It’s Senad’s.
– What is that umbrella for?
– It’s used in photography for the diffusion of light.
– Do you do portraits? Can you take a passport picture of me? I will soon have to go Polish embassy to get a new passport.
– Normally I take portraits of Zahra, but I can take one for you. Please sit on a chair.
I took a dozen of photos, then suggested Zahra to give it a try. Zahra took an additional dozen with her camera. When we were done, I downloaded photos to Karolina’s laptop.
– You will look at them and choose the one you like the most.
– Okay. Thanks.
I poured the coffee into three cups and put them on the table. We chatted and laughed about our experiences of hatred towards us, foreign workers, for half an hour, when Karolina stood up and announced her departure. Zahra and I collected our dirty clothes in two big garbage Escort Bayan bags and went to Kate’s house. According to the law, since I also invested money, a smaller part of this house belongs also to me. When we arrived, Kate was away, as she promised. We put the white cotton clothes and towels into the washing machine and turned it on. In the meantime, we decided to crop and edit photos of Zahra.
The task was completed in two hours, so I proposed that during the second round of laundry, we watch a few amateur videos of anal sex. Most clips skip the wash phase, which is unpleasant to watch. We watched several positions, of which I particularly remembered the doggy position with a girl’s head on the bed and the cowgirl position. I replayed those two positions to Zahra again, so that she knew what to expect in the evening.
When we got home in the evening, we each ate a can of Atlantic tuna with some bread. During the shower together, I finished it up by fixing the enema attachment to the tub and washing her rectum. After she sat on the bidet and drained the water from herself, I washed her bottom again with soap and the shower. Finally, I kissed her on both buttocks and once on her rosebud.
– I think you’re ready.
– Shall we go to the couch?
– Yes.
– Wait for me there like a good hardworking girl.
– What will you bring?
– Two ropes to tie your wrists and ankles, a camera, lube, a bottle of whipped cream, and Amor.
– What do you want me to wear?
– What would you like to wear?
– Your dark blue shirt. It will be like a chemise with very long sleeves.
– Okay. Go to the closet and bring me the shirt.
I took the shirt from her hands and unbuttoned it. I held it for her to put it on. Its length fully covered her buttocks and sleeves were much too long for her, so I folded them back a couple of times. When she lay down on her back, I parted her shirt and exposed her breasts and stomach. I shook the bottle of cream and drew a circle around her boobs, then a pattern on each of them. Finally, I squeezed a small dollop of cream on each nipple.
I put the bottle down and started slowly licking the cream around her right breast. When I finished I followed the pattern drawn on it with my tongue. In the end, I also licked the area around the nipple. After her right breast was licked clean, I repeated the process around the left breast. In the end, I kissed her in the mouth. Judged by the sounds she made, she liked this small experiment very much.
I continued by drawing concentric circles around her belly button with the cream all over her stomach. When the last round was finished, I started licking her navel, and then the rest of the circles in order of size. After eating all the cream, I started licking her clit and she started moaning, shaking with lust.
– Turn onto your stomach with your butt in the air. We’re not done yet.
Without objection, she put herself in a doggy position, which we watched on the laptop in the afternoon. I pulled her shirt up so her entire back was exposed. I took the bottle again and drew a thick line along her spine which I started licking at her bottom and continued to her neck. Finally, I drew a group of ellipses on each ass, which I licked from the middle outwards. After I cleaned all the traces of cream from her, I spread her ass slightly and started to lick her rosebud. Zahra was already very aroused, so the tip of my creamy tongue slid into her back door with ease.
– Stand up, please.
I took hold of the shirt and signed all the buttons. I smacked lightly her bottom twice.
– Help me to prepare the mattress.
– Will you not tie me up?
– Don’t be impatient. We still have enough time.
We put the mattress on the floor. She assumed the same position as before on the couch. I lifted her shirt above her hip line. I took the bottle of lubricant and lubricated her asshole and the entire length of Amor liberally. I slowly pressed Amor’s tip onto Zahra’s rosebud. She was already aroused enough that the dildo kept moving, entering her body millimeter by millimeter.
I grabbed one of the ropes and tied Zahra’s right wrist to her ankle, then tied her left wrist to her left ankle. I knelt behind her and slowly inserted my cock into her soaked pussy. It went inside without resistance. When I was about two inches in, I asked:
– All pleasure, zero pain?
– All pleasure, zero pain.
– Can I go deeper? Slowly, slowly, until you say stop.
– Yes, yes.
– You look extra cute in this position. I will take a photo of us from this eye position, but we need a mirror for that.
I pressed my cook further until I sensed her cervix on its tip. I started to slowly fuck her by pulling back an inch and pushing forward. I leaned forward over Bayan Escort her back with my right hand reaching around her body until I felt her clit. I stopped moving inside her and started to gently rub her pleasure button. Zahra was panting. When I reached around with my left hand now caressing and squeezing her left nipple, she moaned in a way that announced she would come soon, I continued to move in her, at a faster and faster pace, which finally brought her over the peak.
I am a little ashamed of myself, but the truth is that a little pervert inside me enjoyed the fact, that all the people in the building could hear how good a lover I am. I also wondered if Malcolm could bring Kate to such heights as I was able to during our Manchester period. This minute thoughts quickly went away, when Zahra stopped shaking. I helped her to roll onto her side and untied her legs and hands. I slowly removed Amor from her body. I used enough lube since Amor exited without her saying anything.
– You are my love.
– Not yet, now is my turn. You promised.
– I promise so many things to so many people that I tend to forget what I promised.
– I will take the whipped cream and eat it off your dick.
– Now it’s soaked with your juice.
– Never mind. If you like my taste, I will like it also.
– Okay. The promise is a promise.
Zahra went to the couch and picked up the bottle from the floor. She went to the closet and brought me a Che Guevara T-shirt. I put it on, while she shook the bottle and squeezed the cream all around my shaft. She started to lick the cream until the cock was clean. She reached for the bottle and squeezed all the remaining cream in my cock and balls. She started to lick me until there was no more cream in the apartment.
She grabbed the bottle with lubricant and squeezed a large amount on her left palm. Next, she rubbed her hands together to spread the lubricant on both hands. She gripped my shaft with both of her hands and started to jerk me off. Quickly she added her mouth which gently sucked the head of my dick. When I felt that the orgasm was building, I told her that I would come soon. I expected she will close her lips around my glans and gulped my sperm, the little Persian vixen removed her mouth from my glans altogether, so my cock exploded in her hands with jets falling on my chest and stomach.
She waited until my contractions subsided and started to lick my cum. When she cleaned me up, she lay down on her side, putting her head on my right shoulder. I hugged her to me.
– Now you can say it Damir.
– You are my love.
– And you are mine.
– Karolina is right, we are insatiable.
– What are you thinking about?
– Now? How will we make love tomorrow?
– Do you have a Sunday special?
– If I had one, I must forget it. What are we doing on Sundays? Is there any pattern?
– Last Sunday you bent me over and tied me to the table. You flogged me and massaged my rear entrance with your finger. On our first Sunday together you took a lot of photos of me in my lingerie. You also spanked me, you rimmed my ass and you came inside me. One Sunday before that we were sexting. So there is really no Sunday special and no definite pattern.
– Do you have any special wishes for tomorrow besides a little morning cuddle? We can go to Greenwich Park holding hands like all those tourists.
– I would love that.
– Perhaps we can go for lunch and a cup of coffee at Greenwich Market.
– Sure. It’s fine with me.
We went to the bathroom to shower and brush our teeth. I put on my pajamas and Zahra put on white chemise and white panties. We were both tired, so we spooned lovingly and went straight to sleep.
– You are my love.
– And you are mine.
Sunday morning was cloudy but without rain. We woke up around seven o’clock. As I woke up, I got a new idea of what we hadn’t done.
– Kneel over my face.
– Why?
– I want to eat your Persian delight in this position we haven’t yet tried.
Zahra was immediately keen to try my ideas as always before. I put my hands on her hips. I started by gently rubbing her pussy through the panties. It didn’t take a long time before her panties got a big wet stain. I moved the lower part of her panties to the left side, so her naked pussy was directly above me. I started to lick the inside of her pussy and followed it by sucking on her clit. In a short while Zahra started to moan. I alternated between tipping her velvet and sucking her pleasure button.
Zahra was so excited that she leaned back and supported herself with her arms. I started to lick even more passionately. By now I knew how to bring her across the finish line almost at will. All I had to do was lubricate a middle finger on my right hand in her wetness before sliding its full length inside her rear tunnel. I was already experienced enough that I could enter her without breaking the rhythm of my clit sucking. She impaled herself on my digit in wildly passionate raw animalistic sex.