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Delighted as I was to be dating again I was not ready for anything too dramatic or too strange. My friend Della worked with this guy from Iran, she said he was drop dead gorgeous. But I thought to myself, aren't all Middle eastern men pretty good looking on average? I checked my make up in my compact mirror and stared out of the window of the restaurant. I wanted this date over in a hurry cause I was missing my late night television shows and my cereal and milk and cigarette, the one I allowed myself these days. I saw a guy slide into the door and speak with the maitre'd he pointed to me. I was the only black woman in the place. I had my hair out, and sort of wild. I had my gay friend do my make-up and needless to say, it was very nice. My light brown eyes were lovely. He walked easily over to the table, confident, and smelling very good. He was wearing Bruno Magli shoes. He had money and good taste. I slid over and extended my hand. "Teresa" I said. "Medhi" he said sitting down and pulling out a beautiful silver lighter from his pocket. "So Della's fixing us up, huh?" I shrugged, "nothing wrong with a little help." I picked up my glass of orange juice and sipped it. "What are you drinking he asked." I smiled. "Orange juice, I don't drink anymore." He nodded, "I understand" he raised his well manicured hand and the waiter came over, "Can I get a cranberry juice with ice?" The waiter showed his disappointment on his face. There goes a good tip, people who drank non alcohol didn't tip well. "I think I just made an enemy" he said laughing. He slid closer to me but did not touch me. I noticed that he was impeccably dressed and put together. "So where in Iran are you from?" I asked tapping my fingernail on the table. "Tehran" he said smiling. "And where in America are you from?" I blushed, "Well I'm a midwestern girl, I am from Indiana." He laughed out loud, "The real deal." He said his eyes sparkling. "You go that right." I said, "I'm a Hoosier". The drink came and we sat there sipping our drinks. "I'm bored, want to find some fun?" he said slurping down the remainder of the cranberry drink." I saw mischief in his eyes. "What kind of fun?" I said tipping my head sideways suspiciously. "Oh the kind of fun that you can say yes or no to." I pushed the Orange juice glass far from me. "Hell yes, this is so boring." He got up and threw a twenty on the table. "Then let's go sweetie." He was driver a Porsche. I felt pampered in that care, I felt good with him. He was playing Persian music on the radio. It had a good beat and I began to dance in my seat. "Oh do you belly dance?" He smacked his lips. "Yes I took some lessons a few years back." He pulled into the driveway of a mansion. "Oh hold on" I said staring at the immense house. "Who lives here?" he pulled the key from the ignition and tossed them on the floor and said, "I do."

We climbed out and walked in the cool air up the long walk to the front door. "Wait, you work with Della, how can you possibly afford all this." He smiled, "My parents?" I smiled back at him, "wish I had parents like that." The door opened and it was to say the least opulent. Candles burned in little containers that threw images on the walls, sheep skins lay strewn about on expensive silky Persian carpets. Pillows were everywhere. "I see you don't care much for furniture." I said slipping my coat off and shoes." "No, I don't really, this is temporary till I finish building my house near the beach." he went up some stairs to a large room and pushed a button and the curtains opened onto the a view that was breathtaking. "How do you like the Ocean?" He said smiling. "Just like this." I squeaked.

"Okay so here's the fun. We can just hang out, eat, watch a movie, whatever, or we can have another kind of fun." He was pulling off his jacket. I lay across the bed. "Oh do tell what kind of fun?" He walked over to me and his crouch was at head level, his erection was evident and very large. "Well I believe sex is many things, one exercise, two expression of love, three it's play. I can arrange for a friend of mine to come over, and we can play, the three of us right here, in safety and comfort and nothing for you to be afraid of. I blinked. I was not prepared for this. He walked toward the shower. "So either way, I am going to shower, if you would like to shower right next door is the guest room, relax and enjoy and I'll call him." He closed the door. I left his room pondering in my mind what the heck was going on. I went into the sumptuous guest room. A bed was decked in red jewel tone satin spreads and pillows. I went into the bathroom and took off my clothes and showered, I did not put on the fluffy bathrobe instead I lay beneath the covers of the satin bed. Oh! was all my mind could muster. I lay there falling asleep when I heard a tap on the door. "it's just me Mehdi said stepping in completeley nude. Here is my friend Jamal." Jamal was thinner than Mehdi but equally as well hung. His skin was darker, and he had a beard. Well trimmed and he was very good looking and olive skinned. I heard music come on and the lighting shifted. Mehdi walked over to the bed and began to stroke my skin. "exquisite skin" he said touching me gently. I smiled. If this had not been my intention it was now a grand idea. But I had never done a threesome before. So Mehdi begant to kiss me on the lips, and rubbing my belly and my pussy with his hand and then with his fingers, it wasn't long before I was moaning and moving my hips rhythmically pushing on his fingers, forcing them deeper and deeper into my pussy. Jamal came to the bed and lay behind me, his warm body set me off even more. He began to move his large dick against my ass, rubbing it here and there while Mehdi paid attention to my pussy. He was now eating it, and his cock was in my mouth and I was eagerly eating it and licking it, and sucking the tip. I heard little moans come from him and I was happy. My ass was being pried open and I was very nervous. Mehdi was pulling me up on my knees and sucking my tits and pulling the nipples. jamal was behind me now on his knees liberally lubricating my ass. He had his entire hand on my ass rubbing and inserting his fingers in my asshole easing the tension. He kissed and licked my round full brown ass. I moaned as Mehdi enetered my pussy and began to stroke in and out. I was screaming because his stroke was perfect. He was a teaser. Jamal was completeing his opening of my ass and was now putting his dick in my wet asshole and begant to enter me slowly. My pussy was on fire and wet, and my ass was burning with desire and friction. I had two men on me and I was in heaven. I was being fucked so good I was losing conciousness. Mehdi would stroke and then Jamal would stroke, they took turns pushing and pulling. Mehdi pulled out and began to eat my pussy which sent me into screaming fits. Jamal spanked my ass till it was red, he pushed in and out of my virgin asshole withe expert rhythm. But he started to come and I felt my vagina began to swell and clitoris swell, Mehdi was back in my pussy with his dick, fucking me hard. He lay me on my back and took me there in front of Jamal who was lying back stroking his dick. Mehdi fucked me for five more minutes and then I started to come so hard I squirted all over the bed. I was moaning so loud and so was he. We fell onto the bed exhausted. In the morning we all three came together again, and Jamal smiled. " I had a wonderful time, hey next time I'll bring my wife." I was shocked, "Are you kidding me?" Jamal grinned, "Oh we Middle easterners are very sexy people, the women more then the men. Have you ever been with a woman?" He asked sipping his coffee. Mehdi was busy frying eggs. "No." Jamal put the cup down and winked. "You ought to give it a try." I shrugged by now I suppose anything is worth trying. "Why not" I said laughing. Mehdi brought breakfast over. "See you Jamal" Jamal went out the door after throwing kisses all around. "How about after breakfast I get to fuck you alone." Mehdi said sipping his coffee. "Oh yeah." I said eagerly.

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