It's difficult for many people to learn foreign languages, but I was lucky to have an aptitude for it. I could fluently speak, read and write Spanish by the end of middle school and I became fluent in French and German in high school. It was clear to me at the beginning of my senior year in high school that I wanted to attend a college that specialized in the language arts. I still didn't know which languages I wanted to learn, but I was considering Mandarin and Russian. All changed for me when our country was attacked by terrorists at the beginning of that school year.

Several days following those attacks in September 2001, it became apparent to me that our country would need Arabic language teachers and interpreters to help our military conduct a lengthy war on the radicals who caused such destruction in our nation. The Arabic language wasn't taught in our school, so I started studying the language on my own and made plans to attend a college program that would immerse me in the Arabic culture and teach me classic Arabic and many of the major dialects. Arabic is one of the most difficult languages to master and I hoped that my keen talent for languages would make it easier for me to learn it.

I was able to attend the college of my choice which provided me with a superior learning experience and I mastered both the languages and an in-depth understanding of the cultures of the Middle East. Most of my professors were naturalized, foreign national men from various countries in the Middle East, and they did little to dispel the myths of Arab men.

Many people in Western countries consider Arab men to be backward and ruled by lust and sexuality, because of their cultural norms regarding women as unapproachable unless they are married to them. That was supposed to cause a lot of pent up sexual tension which makes those men more aggressive with women when they perceive an opportunity.

Just as Arab men are stereotyped and pigeonholed in the West, Western women are also subject to myth in the Arab world. Many Arab men consider American women, in particular, to be Aphrodite-like, loose, obsessed with sex, promiscuous and easy to fuck. Some of those men also think that American men are weak and emasculated, and that American women prefer strong, virile and well-hung Arab men to have sex with. That perception is enhanced by many stories that describe Western women going to Middle Eastern countries for sexual tourism.

My name is Cathleen, and those myths about Arab men seemed real to me, as I’ll explain. I don’t mean to brag, but my Anglo-Saxon heritage provided me with naturally-blonde hair and blue eyes, as well as lovely alabaster skin. Many of my Arab teachers were attracted to my fair complexion, but they also lusted after my body. I'm five feet and five inches tall and weighed one hundred and fifteen pounds, and had firm and full D-cup breasts and a nicely shaped, tight ass.

My teachers were always making thinly-veiled, sexual comments to me, and it was apparent that they thought that I'd be an easy lay. I thought that some of my teachers are ruggedly handsome, but I was never tempted to have sex with them since I was dating someone all through college. I know that I didn’t help matters since I usually dressed in tight and low-cut blouses or t-shirts with no bra that revealed my ample curves.

The professors' advances really didn’t offend me, since I knew that most men lose control around pretty and well-built women. I could still remember how the boys I knew as friends in high school reacted to me when my body developed at the start of my senior year. They started treating me differently, and I sensed that they were always staring at me. It’s hard to suppress those biological attractions that are part of our human nature.

I graduated with honors and was at the top of my class in college and was heavily recruited by the US Army to become a civilian instructor teaching Arabic at their foreign language center in Baltimore, Maryland. I started as an instructor, but after three years teaching there I had advanced to be an assistant professor. My superiors were impressed with my command of the Arabic language and many of the differing dialects, and they also appreciated my in-depth knowledge of the culture.

Soon after becoming an assistant professor, I was drafted by the State Department to go on a special assignment to Baghdad, Iraq, to provide refresher Arabic training to the embassy and senior military personnel there. The military was preparing for the withdrawal of American troops by the end of 2011, and there were numerous new military personnel and private contractors coming in to help with the withdrawal, all of whom needed training.

I lived in the Green Zone and felt safe there, but I also ventured out into the surrounding community to go to the markets. But unlike my experience in college where I dressed provocatively, I knew that I would need to be totally covered with loose clothing and cover my blonde hair. I still attracted a lot of attention since they still saw my pretty face and fair skin, and many of the Iraqi men flirted with me.

On some occasions in the dark shops Iraqi men exposed their brown cocks to me. Their cocks were long and thick, and I had to wonder if all Iraqi men had cocks that big. It was frankly tempting to fuck those men, but I knew better than to get involved with them in such a dangerous setting, and I ignored them and walked away.

During my time in Baghdad I met the man who would become my husband. His name is Brad, and he was working for one of the big private security contractors over there. His group provided escorts for embassy personnel, and he and most of his coworkers had previously been in the military. We dated for over six months and decided to get married when we returned to the United States in 2011, when we were both twenty-eight years old. His firm offered him a new assignment with an affiliated security company in the San Diego area. My five-year contract with the military was ending, so I started my search for employment there.

I learned that San Diego is one of several areas in the country, including Chicago and Detroit, where there are large populations of Iraqi immigrants. There are several commercial schools there which teach English to the Iraqis, and they were looking for American teachers who also have a command of the Arabic language. That would make it easier to explain beginning concepts in their native language. I got an immediate response to my application at one of the schools, and they really liked my background in college, teaching at the military language school, and then my experience with the Iraqi culture during my time in Baghdad.

We moved into a nice home in the San Diego suburbs and just barely had enough savings between us to make the down payment. That is a very expensive market, and we would need both of our salaries to make ends meet. Brad never told me what his work entailed, and he was always very secretive about it. He did travel a lot, and I knew that he went to Mexico sometimes because I would find Mexican currency in his dresser drawer. I was doing well at the school and was considered one of the best teachers there.

After my first six months teaching, they assigned me to handle the older Iraqi students. The younger students learned English much more easily than the older ones, and they felt that I would be better able to teach them. Most of my students were men, with only a few women who were overcoming the restrictive conditions from their culture in Iraq.

I was well aware of the myths about American women being promiscuous, but that didn’t stop me from dressing the way I wanted to. I usually wore a short skirt and tight, low-cut blouse with no bra, and I knew that my big breasts were tantalizing to the students. I actually enjoyed the way those men undressed me with their eyes, and I occasionally saw them rubbing their cocks when they thought I wasn’t looking.

There were two brothers in my class named Malik and Rahim, and they looked to be in their mid-to-late forties. Both men are married and entrepreneurs. Malik owns a jewelry store that specializes in Middle Eastern gold and silver items, while Rahim is a used car dealer. I guessed that those men are both about five feet and eleven inches tall and weighed about one hundred and eighty pounds. Their skin tone is medium-olive and they both are ruggedly handsome with black hair and what looked like a perpetual three day grown of facial hair. Those guys were always staring at my face, tits and ass, and they seemed to be the most aggressive of the Iraqi men.

My students were all older than me and I was on a first-name basis with them. One day after class Malik stopped at my desk to talk to me saying (note that I will translate all of their comments into English, even though they spoke broken English and some of their words were Arabic), “Cathleen, my brother, Rahim, and I are learning a lot in your class, and we really appreciate your efforts. But our problem is that we don’t get enough opportunities to practice our English in various settings, and we were wondering if you would be available to give us some private tutoring. We have money and will pay whatever you ask. I was thinking that maybe we could meet after work, and we could go to various places like the mall and you could help us with some of our conversational English.”

I was obviously suspicious of them, but at the same time, Brad and I were barely making it financially, and I knew that the extra money would help. So, I let Malik know that I would talk to my husband about it and let them know at our next class. Brad happened to be in town that week.

When I got home I said, “Brad, one of my students in the adult class has asked me if I would like to tutor his brother and him in the evenings. We sure can use the extra money, but I thought we needed to discuss it. You know how sexed up and assertive some of the Iraqi men can be, even if they're married, and those two guys are always undressing me with their eyes. What do you think?”

Brad thought about my comments for a few moments and then replied, “I know from our time in Baghdad how it can be, but I don’t think they would try to force you to do anything against your will. And if they did try something, you could quickly end it by refusing.”

I was a little surprised that Brad was so casual about the situation, but I guess he felt comfortable with our sex lives. I had become accustomed to fucking almost every night when he's in town, and his cock is an average five inches long and usually satisfying to me. We sometimes even fantasized that a man with a bigger cock was fucking me, but neither of us ever talked about taking that further. But I couldn’t help but think back to the Iraqi men who flashed me in Baghdad, and how big their cocks are.

It was important to me that everything to be on the table, so I said, “Well, I don’t think they would try to force me to do anything, but what if they catch me at a vulnerable time. I told you before about how big those cocks were in Iraq, and those men might be big too. What if they approach me during a time when you've been out of town for a week and I’m really horny? I know we’ve fantasized about it, but how would you feel if they fucked me?”

Brad laughed and said, “I think you’re being a little dramatic, honey. I don’t think you’d let anything happen. But even if it did, I would still love you and I’m sure that we could overcome it.”

His attitude was astonishing, but at least I had some comfort that if I did get into a situation where those men fucked me, my marriage would still be intact. But even though we had fantasized about other men fucking me, I had no idea what was really on his mind.

Malik was excited when the next week I told him that I would tutor him and Rahim, and he didn’t even hesitate when I told him that my fee was fifty dollars per hour. He was anxious to get started, so we went to the mall that night. Brad had gone out of town again and I wouldn’t be taking time away from us. I helped them talk with the clerks in several stores, and it was an interesting experience.

In their culture people are accustomed to negotiating for everything, and it was hard for them to accept that prices in American stores are usually fixed. But with my help, they were able to negotiate better prices in even some of the major department stores, and that was a valuable lesson for me. It never hurts to ask for better prices. They were perfect gentlemen that night, but I still caught them staring at me from time to time.

The next night we went out again, but that time they took me to a bar. We sat in a booth in a dark corner of the bar, with me in the middle between them, and I helped them place the orders for our drinks from the waitress. We were on our third drink and talking about English language issues when Malik changed the subject saying, “Cathleen, we know that you're knowledgeable about our Iraqi culture, which makes me wonder how your husband allows you to spend time alone with Rahim and me like this. You're a very beautiful woman, and if I were him I would not let you out of my sight.”

I sensed that he was making a move on me, but since I was mellowed out from the drinks and a little horny with Brad out of town, I decided to lead them on a little and have some fun. So, I replied, “Thank you, Malik for the nice compliment. But why would my husband, Brad, be worried? You're both mature, married men, and I’m sure that your wives take care of your needs.”

Rahim answered saying, “Ah yes, we do have wives, but they are not so young and pretty as you. And they have long ago lost interest in taking care of our needs. Surely you must know the reputation of Iraqi men being, shall we say, well-equipped and desirous of white women.”

Our conversation was spiraling quickly out of control, but I wanted to appear to be less knowledgeable about their reputation and encouraged them saying, “Yes, I am somewhat aware of the myths of Arab men that some Americans believe, and I experienced some of it first-hand in Baghdad. Several shopkeepers could tell that I was an American woman and took it upon themselves to show me their uh, equipment. What made them do that? Did they think I was a whore or something?”

They both laughed, and Malik said, “To be honest, many Iraqi men think that American women are immoral, and that they are attracted to dark and mysterious Arab men. And of course, Arab men think themselves to be better lovers and better endowed than American men. What did you think when those shopkeepers exposed themselves to you?”

I knew that was the time to shut down the suggestive conversation, but I was intrigued and wondered how far they would go. So, I said, “Well, I have to admit that those men are very well-endowed, but I can’t believe that all Iraqi men are built that way. I find myself wondering how you guys measure up.”

The men looked at each other and smiled, and then unfastened and pulled down their pants and underwear. I looked back and forth at them and saw that they are very hairy, and their cocks were brown, circumcised and still soft and about six inches long, but very thick and meaty. Their ballsaere big and hairy and hung down on the seat.

Malik looked at me and said, “Go ahead and stroke them for us, Cathleen, so you can see how big they get.”

I knew that I shouldn’t do it, but I was almost in a trance as I reached one hand to each of their cocks and started fondling them. They both got hard within less than a minute, and I was impressed by the size of their cocks. Malik's cock looked to be nine inches long and it was so thick that my hand just barely fit around it. His cock head is also large and was oozing with precum.

Rahim’s cock is maybe just a little shorter than Malik’s, but it's still very thick and wet with his precum. The men just sat there watching my little, white hands moving up and down on their big cocks, as their balls lifted and shifted in their hairy scrota. Then I felt Rahim’s hand on the back of my neck as he pulled me down towards his cock.

He said, “Come on, Cathleen, you have stroked my cock, so get down here and finish me off with your mouth. That way you can learn about the big cum loads that Arab men shoot.”

My lips spread and stretched around his cock head and I smelled his musky odor and tasted his bitter precum as I began to suck his cock. I was still stroking Malik’s cock as well, but my focus was on sucking Rahim. It's so much bigger than Brad’s dick and it felt so good in my mouth. The idea that I was sucking a big, brown Arab cock was arousing to me, and I was thinking back to the so-called myths about those men.

Just as I was in a good rhythm sucking him, he held my head in place as his cock spewed in my mouth. I could feel his meat throbbing and pulsing as he pressed himself into my mouth. I swallowed several times as his cock continued to unload his semen and sperm into me.

Rahim pulled me off his softening cock even as I was still nursing the cum remnants from his urethra, and Malik immediately pulled me over to suck him. Just as my mouth covered the head of his oozing cock and I started sucking him he said, “You see, Cathleen; I knew that you American sluts would just love our big, brown cocks. Suck me, baby, and drain my balls like you did for my brother.”

I continued sucking Malik as Rahim was rubbing and fondling my breasts, and he even ran his hand down between my legs trying to finger my pussy. I knew that those men wanted much more than just a blow job, but I wasn’t ready to go that far without first talking to Brad. But soon enough Malik raised his hips off the seat and held me in place as I swallowed my second load of tasty, thick Arab semen for the night. After that I was feeling a little embarrassed about letting myself go with those men, and I left for home. I knew that it would be difficult facing them in the next class.

That weekend Brad and I were in a side-by-side sixty-nine casually sucking each other, and I thought that would be a good time to tell him about what happened with my students. I told him every detail about the conversation leading up to me stroking and then sucking off their cocks. I thought he would get angry with me, but the further into the story I got, the harder he sucked my pussy, and the more precum he leaked from his cock. We finally both had huge orgasms, and then hugged on the bed.

I couldn’t figure out why he was so accepting of my behavior, so I said, “I can’t believe that you’re not angry with me for sucking the cocks of those Iraqi men. Tell me what you’re thinking, honey.”

He continued to hug me and said, “I never told you this before because I knew you’d think I’m a depraved or sick in the head. But my job in the embassy was to escort the American wives of some of the diplomats when they wanted to leave the Green Zone. One of the wives went to the same carpet shop in the market twice a week. It didn’t take me long to realize that while I stood guard in the shop, she was going into the back with the owner." 

"He was an old Iraqi man in his fifties, and I couldn’t understand what the attraction was. Then one day I heard her moaning and I peeked through the curtain and saw her on top of the old man riding his cock. He is very hairy, and his brown cock and balls are huge. I was fascinated watching her tight, white pussy stretched on his big cock as he stroked into and out of her. And then when he ejaculated, I was amazed at the huge load of semen and sperm that came pouring out of her.”

My pussy was getting wet again just listening to Brad’s description and I said, “Damn, honey, why didn’t you tell me about that sooner? I’ll bet that’s what you're fantasizing about when we are fucking. But tell me, what did you do then?”

I hugged Brad tighter and stroked his cock as he said, “I had never seen a wife cheat on her husband like that before, and all I could think about was how her husband would feel about it if he knew. She always wanted me to take her directly back to the housing quarters afterwards, and one day I got my answer. I took her back and and was curious when she called her husband and he came home immediately."

"I know that was wrong, but I waited outside their door and listened. The wife described to him how she had just fucked the old Arab man, like she had apparently done so many times before, and told the husband to suck her pussy clean of his cum. He even talked about wanting to suck the Arab cock clean, and that also turned me on.”

Brad’s cock was then rock hard, and I leaned down to suck him as he continued, “I had stumbled onto their cuckold relationship, and found out from some of my work associates, that some of the other wives were doing the same thing with other Arab men in the city. I don’t know why it affected me this way, but all I can think about is what it would be like for you to fuck a dark-skinned Arab man while I watch, and then clean his cum from your pussy."

"Knowing how those men can be, when you told me that they wanted you to tutor them after hours, I was certain that they would try to fuck you. And now that you’ve sucked their cocks and swallowed their cum, I’m pretty sure that you’ll want to fuck them too. But I am concerned that you're no longer on birth control, so you’ll have to time things carefully if you decide to fuck them.”

Brad was going to be in town the following week, and we agreed that I would continue to tutor the men. I planned to tell them that my husband was out of town and suggest that we go back to my home. Of course, Brad would be hiding in the closet while they fucked me, and decide at the time whether he wanted to surprise them and join in. We did stop my birth control in hopes of starting a family, but my periods were very regular, and I was sure that I could fuck the Iraqi men safely. I knew that I sure didn’t want them to wear a condom and spoil the feeling of having their big loads of semen and sperm shooting into me.

I met with Malik and Rahim in the school parking lot after work and asked them to get in my car. They were very happy when I told them that I wanted to take them back to my home, and I didn’t want the neighbors to see a strange car in front of the house.

On the way there I teased them a little and said, “Brad is out of town this week, and I thought we would be more comfortable at my home. I want to find out for myself if Iraqi men are as good of lovers as you think they are.”

The men just looked at each other and smiled, knowing that they were going to get to inseminate some white, American pussy. We immediately went to the bedroom and undressed. They couldn’t keep their eyes off my smooth white skin and big breasts, and I was equally impressed with their lean, hairy bodies and the big cocks and balls hanging between their legs. I saw that Brad was in the closet looking through the louvers, with a perfect view from the end of the bed.

I lay down in the middle of the bed and the men got on each side of me. They leaned over and each took one of my tits into their mouths, and I felt their hard, oozing cocks pressing on my thighs. They each had a condom in their hands, and I didn’t know if they were thinking of protection for me or for themselves. I knew that I needed to set the ground rules while they were still at high levels of desire, and I even wanted to arouse them further by telling them that I was unprotected.

They kept sucking my breasts and I caressed their heads in my hands and said, “Just so there is no confusion, I still expect to be paid my fee for the time you spend with me here, and I also require three hundred dollars from each of you to suck my tits, fuck me and do anything else as many times as you want at each meeting. In addition, I want you to fuck me bareback because I want to feel your semen and sperm shooting deep into my pussy. And just so you know, I’m not on any birth control, but I know how to time our meetings, so I shouldn’t get pregnant.”

The men really got excited when they found out we would be fucking bareback with me unprotected, and they rolled away from me. Malik stood at the end of the bed and motioned for me to slide down towards him, while Rahim got on his knees by my head. Malik then lifted my legs over his shoulders as he began pressing his huge cock head against my wet vulva.

I knew that Brad could see right between our legs as that brown cock pressed into me. His cock is so thick and was stretching my pussy, and just as I gasped for a breath Rahim straddled me with his legs on each side of my head, and pressed his huge, hairy and sweaty balls to my mouth. His odor was musky and strong but not unpleasant, and I sucked his scrotum and one testicle into my mouth.

Malik had slowly worked his massive cock into my vagina, and it was pressing against my cervix. When he knew that I was able to handle his girth, he started slowly fucking me. I never had a cock that big in me, and my pussy was stretched and tingling and wetter than ever. I reached my hands around to Rahim’s ass to hold him in place as he continued to press his scrotum and perineum into my face and mouth, and I was overwhelmed with the raw sexuality of what the men were doing to me.

I was no better than a whore for those hairy, brown-cocked, Arab men, and I could tell that they were enthralled to be fucking a white woman. Malik was pounding my pussy hard and spoke to me in gasps saying, “Oh fuck, Cathleen, what a tight, wet and sweet pussy you have. Your husband must have a little dick for you to be this tight. I’m almost ready to cum, so get ready for me to pump my virile Iraqi sperm right into your womb. I’m going to give you an Arab baby tonight!”

The door on the closet was then slightly open, and I saw Brad watching those men fuck me. Then Malik slowed his strokes and pressed his cock head right against my cervix, and I could feel his big load of cum spraying into me. It felt so good being inseminated that way, but I couldn’t say anything with Rahim’s big balls in my mouth. Malik held himself fully in my pussy for a few minutes, and then the brothers changed positions.

Rahim pressed his big cock into my cum-filled pussy, and Malik straddled my face and pressed his slimy, softening cock to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked his cock as Rahim bottomed out in my cunt. He fucked me that way with me sucking on Malik’s cock and balls and it only took Rahim a few minutes to tense up and fill me with another load of Arab sperm.

Both men laid down on the bed next to me sucking my breasts while they were recovering from their first orgasms, and that’s when Brad opened the closet door and moved between my legs. Malik and Rahim felt the bed move and started to look up, but I held their heads in place and said, “Just keep sucking my tits, boys. That movement is just my husband sliding between my legs to eat your cum from my pussy. He could hardly wait to get his first taste of your thick, Iraqi semen and sperm. And get ready, because he’ll probably clean your cock for you too.”

Brad lifted my legs over his shoulders, so he could press his mouth and face fully against my soaking wet and oozing vulva, and I actually felt the thick, Arab cum draining from my vagina as he sucked me. I’ve never seen him so hungry for my pussy. When Brad was finished cleaning me I stayed on my back but the men all sat up on the bed and talked. I could tell that the Iraqi’s looked at Brad as a weak and wimpy American husband, and I had never seen him be so subservient. There’s nothing like sucking other men’s cum from your wife’s pussy to take you down a notch.

After a brief rest, those men fucked me two more times each that night and Brad ended up sucking them to get them hard and to clean them afterwards. They sure got their money’s worth for getting their first white piece of pussy, and even had the bonus of having my husband suck their cocks and balls. I had always known Brad to be an aggressive and strong man, and it was almost a little sad to see him being so submissive to those dark-skinned men with the big cocks.

That night was a significant turning point in our lives, and I had developed a strong craving to be fucked and abused by big-cocked Arab men. I liked their aggressiveness with me and being fucked and flooded by their potent cock cream. Brad was also enthralled with his role as my cuckold husband, and he was home with me to fuck those men as often as possible. He even started meeting those men on the side to suck their cocks when I wasn’t available, and he was addicted to the taste of their cum. But even though we couldn’t control our urges to be with those men, we still insisted on being paid three hundred dollars for each man for each meeting.

We were encouraging Malik and Rahim to be with us more and more, and they eventually introduced us to some of their mature, Iraqi friends who were equally anxious to fuck a fair-skinned American woman. They also enjoyed demeaning Brad as he serviced my cum-filled pussy and their cocks, and it just reinforced the myth of the American women being promiscuous sluts and the men being weak. All their cocks aren’t as big as Malik’s and Rahim’s, but they're all thick and produced big cum loads.

It didn’t take long until I was fucking at least one Iraqi man every day, and sometimes more than one, and they each fucked me at least two times at each meeting. I got so busy with all the fucking that I lost tract of my menstrual cycle, and I got pregnant. Brad hasn’t fucked me since the Iraqi men fucked me the first time, so I knew that he wasn't the father. I’m now seven months pregnant and the Arab men like fucking me even more knowing that one of them is the father. Brad and I both still have our jobs, and with all the money I’m earning fucking those men, our financial problems are over.