Part 2 of 2. Read part 1 here.

“Shit!” said Gaz. “Guys, I got the time of the flight wrong. It’s an hour earlier!”

We were already at Muscat airport, but it turned out we had missed our flight by a matter of minutes. Frustrated, we had no other option but to book another flight to Dubai for three hours later. (Gaz was cool enough to offer to pay.)

We checked-in for our flight, sat down, and took out our laptops to browse the time away. I checked my Facebook.

“New friend request.”

Much to my surprise, the Omani girl I had met the night before had added me. During the interaction, I must have given her my Facebook. I shot her a quick message.

“Hey. Sorry, I took your number down wrong last night.”

A few minutes later, a reply came through, saying,

“Hey!! Lol ,, how come ?! It’s okay ,,  some other time.

+96895xxxxxx

What time are u leaving today?”

I texted her directly, telling her my flight was in two and half hours, so I might have time for coffee if she wanted to pick me up at the airport.

She replied, “15 minutes.”

I told the lads.

“If you pull this off, you will be a legend,” Gary said.

“No way,” I replied. “I only have an hour. It’s not happening.”

I believed that when I said it.

Fast forward 20 minutes or so. She picks me up in her jeep and we’re on the way to grab a cuppa’.

“That was quick. You must live near here,” I said.

“Yeah, pretty close.”

“Pity we can’t just hang out there,” I hinted.

“Well, as I said before, my parents are on a business trip.”

But she hesitated and added, “…but right now my brother is there and so is our housekeeper.”

“Maybe you could sneak me in,” I said, chancing my luck.

“Hmm… I guess I could get you into the guest room, it’s in the front of the house.”

“Cool,” I said.

We soon arrived at her house. I kept my head down. She slowly crept out of the car and opened the front door. Confirming the coast was clear, she gestured at me to hurry. Now inside, she quickly led me to a room a little down the hallway.

She locked the door and I went caveman.

I ripped off her panties and unbuckled my belt.

“You’re crazy!” she said. “I can’t, you’re not even a Muslim!”

“What? I’m going to Hajj next year,” I said. “I’m learning the suras and everything.”

(I’m paraphrasing here, but what I said was enough to convince her vagina I was on the righteous path to paradise. I don’t think she cared, anyway.)

I pushed on and stripped her naked. I couldn’t help myself. The illegality of the situation just made me harder. I’d be whipped and locked up for this. Her life would be over.

“Just be quiet!” she said.

I obliged. Soon, the only noise to be heard was the smacking of her phat ass against my thighs, with the sound of evening prayers bellowing from a nearby mosque.

“Allah-o-Akbar…. smack, smack, smack.”

Her hip-to-waist ratio was just crazy. I’m sure many of you wouldn’t be into a booty that big…but I LOVED it. It had me so horny, I even broke a personal record… cumming four times in one hour! I was a infidel Trojan.

“Best fuck ever,” she told me. “Every girl in Oman should try you!”

Giggity giggity.

Afterwards, she dropped me back to the airport where I rejoined my friends, pumping my fists in the air. My head was spinning.

“Well played,” said Gary. “Well played.”

A few hours later we were in Dubai.

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It turns out, I made quite the impression on the girl. The next day, the she sent me a screenshot of her computer. She booked a flight to Ireland to see me! She coming this weekend, in fact. Her parents and her boyfriend think she’s here for “work”. (I’ll make her work all right). It also just so happened to be St.Patrick’s day on Sunday!

It’s gonna be a messy weekend

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