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The Kingdom of Hafizar Ch. 02

Nadia Aoun was born in the City of Randolph, Massachusetts, to Arab Christian parents originally from the City of Beirut, Lebanon. Nadia's folks, Pierre and Mariam Aoun own a lovely restaurant called Shawarma Palace. As for her older brother Kassim, he recently graduated from Northeastern University with an Engineering degree and moved to the City of Dearborn, Michigan, to be with his fiancée Amina Youssef.

As the daughter of two worlds, Nadia Aoun has always had trouble fitting in. Six feet tall and curvy, with dark bronze skin, long dark and lively brown eyes that look at the world fearlessly, Nadia is as feisty and smart as she is beautiful. Arabian culture is inherently conservative and quite complex, especially where religion, ethnicity and gender issues are concerned. Rebelling against her heritage, Nadia has become more Americanized than the average white female American.

Nadia Aoun is a firm believer in the sensualist way of life. She's been known to take both women and men to her bed, sometimes separately and sometimes together. In Arab culture, it's considered perfectly okay for the men to experiment with women of other cultures while the women must be chaste and pious, marrying who they're told to marry, and all that jazz.

"Iinaa afeal ma 'urid, I do what I want, to Hell with Arab female restraint," Nadia vowed. The sexually adventurous young Arab American Christian woman took men of various ethnicities to her bed, from the handsome, dark-skinned and well-hung men of Africa and the Caribbean to the passionate Latino guys and even the surprisingly virile men of Japan. Nadia did not discriminate, and anyone who has a problem with that can kiss her thick Lebanese derriere...

While pursuing her Master's degree in Psychology at Boston University, Nadia Aoun met a most intriguing young man. Prince Omar Alharbi, who hails from the Middle-Eastern nation known as the Kingdom of Hafizar. A small Arab nation that's only slightly less rich than the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. A country whose future leader, Afro-Arabian Princeling Hamoud shocked the world by marrying Karina Santino, a Dominican woman of ill repute whom he met while visiting the City of Atlanta, Georgia.

According to unconfirmed rumors, Prince Hamoud of Hafizar was bisexual, and likes to get down with women, men and sometimes transgender persons like Angela, his wife Karina's best friend. The Kingdom of Hafizar, a deeply conservative and predominantly Muslim nation didn't know what to do with its scandalous Prince. The only reason they hadn't deposed Prince Hamoud is because his wife Princess Karina was about to bring an heir to the Kingdom. So many weirdoes from that place, Nadia thought at the time.

"You're exactly what I'm looking for," Prince Omar Alharbi of the Kingdom of Hafizar said, as he bowed before Nadia Aoun. The young Lebanese American woman frowned, unsure how to take this. In her dealings with Arab men, she found them uptight, bossy and ignorant, so sure of their own superiority due to their ethnicity. Nadia wrote the whole bunch off as boring a very long time ago. Prince Omar, second cousin to the rebellious Prince Hamoud, seemed to be cut from the same cloth...

"What the fuck are you doing?" Nadia asked, puzzled by Omar's behavior and she took a look around the Boston University library, praying nobody walked by the private study room. Nadia, graduate student in the Department of Psychology and amateur dominatrix, was not prepared for Omar's sheer weirdness. The dude hadn't been the same since he spotted her on Fetlife...

Omar Alharbi, the son of a wealthy Arab Muslim nobleman from the City of Mokhtar, Capital of the Kingdom of Hafizar, has a problem. He has a thing for bossy women, and as a Muslim man, that's simply not acceptable. In the Arab world, men rule and women obey. Omar desperately wants to find a strong, dominant Arab woman to subjugate him not only sexually but also to run his life as well. Since he can't find such a woman in the Middle East, Omar has decided to come to America, land of bossy women...

"I am prostrating before you, Mistress Amrah Qawiuh," Omar said, and Nadia scoffed, then told him to get up. With a weird smile on his face, Omar did as he was told, and Nadia paused. In her dealings with Arab men, the one thing Nadia had always been certain of was their negative attitude towards the female sex. To them, sexism was as easy as breathing. Small wonder so many Arab American women were marrying men of other races and cultures nowadays...

"Alright, stop doing that, and while at school, call me Nadia, not Mistress Amrah Qawiuh," the young woman said, exasperated. When Nadia joined Fetlife a while ago, she was initially looking for some fun. What the young woman hadn't counted on was being spotted by a fellow student from Boston University, filthy rich international student and closet pervert Prince Omar of Hafizar. Another royal with too much time and money on his hands...

"I never thought I'd meet an Arab woman who is dominant sexually, you're a dream come true," Omar said, smiling. That last statement shocked the hell out of Nadia, for many reasons. Never in a million years did Nadia Aoun think that she would hear an Arab man praise an Arab female for being dominant, or for having a mind of her own. Whether Christian or Muslim, the Arab man likes his women tame and obedient, lest they shame him in front of other men. Nadia looked at Omar as though he were an alien freshly landed from Mars...

"Say what now?" Nadia asked, and Omar, grinning, took out his phone and showed her some disturbing imagery. Nadia frowned as she browsed through the pictures. Images of Omar, and some ladies whose faces were blurred intentionally, getting down and dirty. Omar getting tied up and whipped by tall, scantily clad, brown-skinned and bronze-skinned females. Omar, led on a leash like a pet by a leather-clad, dark-haired beauty.

"Nadia, I am a Muslim man, yes, and I am an Arab, but I am also submissive and love dominant women," Omar said with a sigh. Nadia, more than a little disturbed, handed him back the phone. Sighing, Nadia sat down and told Omar to do the same. Choosing her words carefully, Nadia spoke to Omar while looking into his brown eyes. The young Prince from the Kingdom of Hafizar definitely was not what Nadia was expecting...

"Omar, why are you showing me these?" Nadia asked in a soft voice, and Omar nodded, then began to unburden himself. What followed was an honest revelation of a man's inner thoughts and feelings, the kind that most women are usually not privy to. Irrespective of how Nadia felt about Omar before, she was glad that he chose to share his truth with her...

"Nadia, I am showing you these images because I want to explore my hidden side with you, I want to share this with a woman from my world, one who speaks my language, and understands my culture," Omar said simply. Nadia looked at him, this strange young man who was baring his soul to her. I guess this one is not like the others, Nadia thought.

"Well, Omar, thank you for sharing this with me," Nadia said, smiling, and Omar nodded. He could tell by Nadia's change of demeanor that she was in a much more agreeable mood. Omar smiled at Nadia, his hope all too evident. In spite of herself, Nadia was curious about being the Arabic-speaking Maronite Christian female dominant to a Muslim male from the Arabian peninsula. This was wrong on so many levels, she couldn't wait to try it..

"I am at your service, Nadia," Omar said, and Nadia rolled her eyes. Truth be told, she couldn't wait to get her hands on Omar. He'd been playing with so-called dominant ladies of just about every race except his own. Well, Nadia was going to show this Arab brother from the Kingdom of Hafizar what Lebanese female domination was all about.

"Welcome to my lair, kalib qadhar ( dirty dog )," Nadia said to Omar, a few days later. They were at her apartment located in the Bridle Path Circle area of Randolph, Massachusetts. Omar was stark naked, properly collared, with his head bowed. This was fitting, as he's a submissive and Nadia, in her persona as Mistress Amrah Qawiuh, is his dominant. I can't wait for her to show me what she can do, Omar thought, looking at Nadia/Mistress Amrah Qawiuh adoringly.

"This feels nice, rayiysat aleamal ( boss lady )," Omar whimpered as Mistress Amrah Qawiuh bent him over a wooden bench and spanked him. After a while, she switched from spanking him with her hands to using a wooden paddle. That got some screams out of Omar, and his screams were sweet music to Mistress Amrah Qawiuh's ears. Laughing wickedly, Mistress Amrah Qawiuh beat Omar's ass until the burly Arab dude tapped out and begged for mercy...

"Ana amlik muakharatuk, I own your ass," Mistress Amrah Qawiuh said to Omar, as she continued tormenting him. Omar found himself face down and ass up. The sultry Arab Christian dominatrix admired the Arab Muslim male who was completely at her mercy. She smacked his ass and he whimpered. Spreading Omar's ass cheeks, Mistress Amrah Qawiuh lubricated his hole with Vaseline, and then began fingering him.

"Alrahma, show mercy," Omar pleaded, and Mistress Amrah Qawiuh laughed, and then, donning her strap-on dildo, she showed him exactly what she was made of. Omar gasped as the dominatrix gripped his hips and leaned into him, pushing her dildo deep into his ass. As Mistress Amrah Qawiuh began fucking his ass with the strap-on dildo, Omar felt abased, dominated and humiliated, but oh-so wonderfully alive.

"Iinaa aimtalakak, I own you, Omar," Mistress Amrah Qawiuh cried triumphantly as she plunged the dildo into her submissive most forbidden hole. Omar cried out as he got fucked by a strong Arab woman, his dream come true, and his countrymen and clerics worst nightmare. Mistress Amrah Qawiuh felt her nipples harden and her pussy get wet as she ravaged Omar's ass with her dildo, dominating the hell out of him.

"Muhbili hu alrutub, my vagina is wet," Nadia/Mistress Amrah Qawiuh realized, while fucking the hell out of Omar. For Nadia, this was not about woman versus man, Christian versus Muslim, nope, it was her topping Omar, who represented every loudmouthed, traditional and uptight Arab male who'd ever pissed her off, and she relished it...

"Shukraan lak ya sayidat alhabiba, thank you beloved lady," Omar said to Nadia, much later. Nadia looked at Omar and smiled, feeling so...wonderful. For the young Arab Christian woman, dominating an Arab Muslim male with her toys and her skills in BDSM was wonderfully therapeutic. She no longer felt rage toward Omar and others like him. Surprising Omar and herself, Omar reached out to her sub and gave him a gentle hug...

"Ana min yjb 'an 'ushkarak, it is I who must thank you," Nadia said to Omar, then she took his face in her hands and kissed him. Omar, who was quite surprised by Nadia's kiss, nevertheless kissed her back. Slowly, they began making love, letting go of the barriers of ethnicity, culture, religion, and all that jazz, and simply embracing what they've always been...a woman and a man who need each other.

"Baeaqib alkhasi bik hu jamil, your butt is beautiful," Omar said to Nadia, as he took her on all fours, face down and ass up. Nadia moaned softly, loving the way Omar took control, gripping her hip with one hand and smacking her big Lebanese derriere with the other. Nadia cried out, urging Omar to fuck her harder. He slammed his dick into her pussy, and fucked her like there was no tomorrow. They fucked and sucked the evening away, and then fell asleep in each other's arms.

"Shukran habibi, thank you, beloved," Nadia said to Omar, before falling asleep in his arms. Omar lay on the bed with Nadia in his arms, not believing his luck. The young Muslim man from the Kingdom of Hafizar thanked his lucky stars, for he has finally found what he's looking for. A bossy, beautiful Arab woman to share his life with. One who can dominate him, and make sweet love to him. Our love is going to be the stuff of legends, Omar thought, and he kissed Nadia's forehead and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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