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Reversal of Fortune[ In the spirit of changing times; in the spirit of a long over due redress of well earned grievances of the so-called ‘Third World’, or the ‘Developing Nations’ (generally non-white), here’s some encouragement to both whites who are more aware of their ancestor’s exploitation and suppression of these nations and their people, as well as to they, themselves, who thirst for justice. And, in this particular scenario, we will see what may turn out to be the only truly significant form of redress, and which would transcend any laws written on paper (but written, instead, in the DNA of future generations)! ] For many days, even after the young European married couple had left to return home, Omar kept thinking about the entire situation that he had been a part of with them. He went about his daily life as he had before; he did his work well; he kept in contact with his two wives back in Zambia (as well as keeping abreast of the nine c***dren he had brought about with them, and their needs and concerns as well); but in the back of his thoughts, in the evenings after work, he kept thinking of that other man’s wife, Mara had been her name; and how much he had enjoyed having complete and unfettered sexual access to her during their visit—and with the express permission of her husband. There were certain moments where these memories almost seemed too surreal to believe; and yet it had not been a dream at all, but very, very real.He’d been born in Zambia and lived there his entire life so far. He’d grown up in Muslim household. He’d gone to a madrassa. Learned to read. Read the Koran. Listened to the Imam. He thought of himself as a good Muslim, a loving, but sometimes strict, husband and father. He would have never believed that one day, an incredible opportunity would come his way to ‘father’ a beautiful, white European married woman (and with the full encouragement of her husband), and yet that was precisely what had occurred.In some ways, he felt a twinge of guilt. The young European wife that he had impregnated, with her husband’s full permission, had been extraordinarily beautiful, and though he had two wives, tokat escort both Zambian, Mara had been something like an apparition; like a vision arising out of thin air before him—blonde, blue-eyed, a tall and elegant figure, clothed in the lightest, and most luxuriously smooth skin he’d ever touched! Even after he had met her and her husband, he had trouble believing that the entire situation wasn’t some sort of elaborate delusion on his part. Now that they had flown back to their home in Europe, he was still stunned at his very good fortune.One of the most amazing things about that experience (for Omar, at least), was the degree to which Mara’s husband (Tomas) had been eager, and enthusiastic that he get his wife pregnant. He had access to the Internet, of course. He had a fairly good smartphone, as well; and so he often had searched on-line, after work in the evenings, on a wide variety of porn sites. One of the things that had grabbed his attention had been the plethora of what was referred to as ‘interracial’ porn; where black men enjoyed gorgeous white females (like Mara). Second to that, had been the so-called ‘interracial cuckold’ videos; and that, more than anything else is what (eventually) brought Tomas and he into contact one evening; and three or four months of chatting with him back and forth, the idea of him impregnating Mara had grown from a fantasy, into a true, flesh and blood reality.Of course, he never told his two wives what he was considering doing; and it wasn’t that he did not care for, or even love, them, because he did, in his own way…but, to pass up the likely once-in-a-lifetime chance to have the sort of sex that Tomas was asking him to have with Mara…though he knew, on one level, that it was wrong to do so, and that it was even a ‘sin’, but after he’d been shown Mara’s picture(s), he was hooked; and he knew that, wrong or not, he very definitely wanted to do as Tomas was saying he wanted him to do: get his wife pregnant! So, he made up his mind on that relatively easily, and then waited for the day of their arrival.Omar found it (at first) strangely exciting to see that Tomas escort tokat was sincere in the plan he and Mara had made for him. He, himself, as a male, and as a Muslim male, would have never, in a million years, ‘shared either of his wives with another man. However, through the Inter-net, he had come to realize that this sort of thing was a growing activity for a growing number of white married couples (and not just in Europe, either, but in America, and other places as well)! So, he reasoned, if that was the case; if such couples did want African males like him to impregnate their wives (instead of doing so themselves) then why not?Besides, there was something perhaps just as intriguing about getting Mara pregnant instead of Tomas, and that was it gave the c***d a different edge, a different set of advantages growing up in Europe, with white parents, than his other nine c***dren would likely have in Zambia. Also, he’d grown up in a culture that prized a man’s virility, and the larger the number of c***dren he had, the more respect he had within the larger community. Tomas and AMara’s culture, on the other hand, was quite different in tat regard; and though Tomas’ deliberate decision not to pass on his own genes was at odds with the way Omar thought of such a thing, he wasn’t about to deny that there was an extremely powerful feeling of…exhilaration…at the thought of being the biological father of Mara’s baby, rather than Tomas. It wasn’t that Omar disliked Tomas for that, though he couldn’t fully comprehend his disinclination to making Mara pregnant himself. But, he didn’t waste a great deal of time and energy worrying about that, one way or the other.How many times had Omar had sex with Mara? He tried to count up the number, and decided that it had to have been nearly (if not exactly) a dozen times in all.The first time he and Mara had sex was the afternoon of the second day of their arrival in Kenya. There was curiously little awkwardness between the three of them (as he’d assumed there might be). As he stood there facing Anna, he instantly knew that she would leave Kenya carrying the egg that his sperm had tokat escort bayan fertilized. It was such a strong certainty that he felt. Tomas was polite with him; even deferential, and Omar liked the way that made him feel. Tomas’ deference created an instant hierarchy between them as men, and the more this became obvious, the more bold, and the more dominant this made Omar feel. He was the Master of this young European married couple. This seemed proper to Omar. Though some might regard that as arrogance, as an African, and as a Muslim male (in contrast to Tomas as a white European), Omar felt that he truly was superior. To him, Omar, the West was weak, and weakening all the time, and though he did find Tomas’ willingness to let him impregnate Mara extremely exhilarating and flattering, he regarded that as one more of Europe’s fundamental weakness, and that, in time, men like him would subsume men like Tomas by dominating the wombs of their women; of their wives, especially! So, who needed guns? Or bombs? When he had everything he could possibly want in order to begin the ultimate subjugation of Europe—his manly black cock, and the fertile sperm that resided within his African testicles! All that remained after that was a Caucasian females womb to begin the conquest.So, he made the very most of each and every opportunity he had with Mara, and he plowed her furrow with tremendous vigor and fortitude; and cast many thousands, many hundreds of thousands of his seed in the warm, snug, and waiting womb of Tomas’ wife.When they ha left, he missed them. He missed Mara the most, of course, but he’d enjoyed his dominance over Tomas as well. Never in his life had he ever exerted any sort of power or control over a white man till then—and in the days in which he had done so, he’d come to crave to do that more, and more! He’d come to acquire a taste for that sort of complete dominance, and now…there seemed little chance that he get such an opportunity ever again. But at least he’d had that ONE opportunity. Once was better than never at all.Somewhere, thousands of miles to the north, he had another c***d on the way; growing slowly, but steadily, every minuet of every hour of every day. A part of him would be there, though far a way; and this thought pleased Omar very much. Only three people would ever know of it, of course. Tomas, his wife Mara, and himself.* * *

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