Ch .10 Meeting Omar (Again)
Omar visits again
A few weeks passed and the dry lull of ****** gatherings took their toll on Amanda as she missed America and campus.She had not had her bodily needs satisfied in many weeks, besides the wanton consumption of porn on her laptop. Sufficient time had passed between Omar and her unofficial breakup such that he reached out to her again wanting to meet and reconcile things. Initially reluctant to respond, out of respect to his ****** she agreed to meet him for an afternoon cafe in Beirut.
There were a few uncomfortable silences at first but then Omar broke the ice by stating “Listen Mandy I want to apologise for the way I treated you in the States.Jealousy got the better of me and because you were distant, I really thought you had eyes for other men/“
Amanda looked at him and paused, but then continued to respond “Habibi Im sorry if I gave you that impression. Life is really different in America and I needed some time to really figure out what it is I wanted and want.”
“But what is it that you want, that I can’t provide” he retorted, gesturing at himself.
Amanda didn’t know how to explain to him, without spilling the beans, how he just wouldn’t fit the bill anymore. She did wonder if it would be time to rip the bandaid off and lay into him so he finally got the message that he would be friend zoned but then his lips started to quiver.
He became teary eyed. She looked at him sitting in his small stature, sipping iced Turkish coffee. The excessive heat had resulted in a curling of all of his hair. She noticed how the sweat off of his arms was dripping on the table, intermingling with his curled up hair on his arms. He had also put on some weight.
“You can tell me what it is that I don’t provide” he now said, sternly.
“No Omar it’s not that you don’t provide anything it’s just maybe it is best we remained friends. I would prefer it and besides, long distance is not healthy!” She explained.
“But aren’t you lonely on Campus? You have barely any friends. Does listening to some hip hop music really alleviate your loneliness? You know how many women find me a catch here right? He tried to reason with Amanda.
“I am sure they do. You are so handsome” Amanda responded as she could sense his desperation. She did look down as she said this.
As she was looking down she received a text message where the preview on her phone said “The date is set Ama…”. She swiped right to unlock her phone and started reading. Her eyes grew wide in horror.
The text read “The date is set Amanda. You’re a PPP of the Black Panthers Club. All participants (30 in total) have been tested as STD free. 3rd September, 2024, the fun begins at 10pm. Click here for the address. Failure to attend will pose severe repercussions for you.”
“Omar I need to go habibi. My *** needs me for a business matter.” Amanda nervously requests.
“Sigh, ok but I wont pay for our meal. Again you are leaving me and we haven’t finished our conversation.”
“That’s fine” she says as she hurriedly signals the waiter over.
On the drive home Amanda is quick to rush at the pedal, wanting to get home to collect her thoughts. Her heart is racing as she definitely has no intention of becoming a victim to a crazed, frenzied pack of 30 black men who could end up killing her, in the heat of the moment. Does she miss sex, yes, but not this way.
As she stops at a traffic light, she receives a flurry of text messages with just pics. In shock she swipes to view them. They show none other than Jamal sucking the feet of some blonde girl, seemingly in his dorm room. Her legs are primed up near his neck and black cock cream glistens all of her shaft as he is entering her. The pics show her in a range of compromised positions. A short video accompanies which shows Jamal reaming the blonde from behind, holding her feet and vaginal squirt sprays on his phone camera as he mercilessly makes her cum repeatdely. Her cries are heard as well “No please please ohn ohn Jamal”. The final text simply reads “Im practising while you’re gone. But my boys and I miss your vagina.”
Amanda experiences pangs of emotion and fear. A tingling sensation engulfs her legs and she can already see a few strands of what seem like a clear liquid running down her legs, on to her feet and flip flops. She knew this was her autonomic biological response to black men kicking in again.
“That fucking bastard. He ruined my life.” She screams as she hits the steering wheel in anger.She leaves the message unresponded to.
Around 40 minutes later, at home, Maria, the housemaid, casually walks by Amandas room to find her door shut. She leans into the door as she can hear a few sounds; what seems like Amanda crying.
Genuinely concerned she opens the door, only to hear “Oh. WHAP. Oh. SLAP. Ohn. SQUIRT. Nohn. Jamal. Ohnn. Uhhh. Yeah. YEAH. Jamal ohnn. Give it to me…Uh yeah!!, Amanda is masturbating yet again. The pics and video she had received had put her in a desperate state of arousal and the pressure buildup around her labia and vagina needed to be released. She had turned the shower on. It was a desperate attempt by Amanda to drown out her screams of pleasure.
Maria rolls her eyes and leaves the room.
As Amanda comes out, she glances to her left, noticing the room door is now open. She had a few guesses who had been snooping around. At this point in time, however, all that was on her mind was how to find a way not to show up to her planned gangbang ordeal but also not face the wrath of the Black Panthers. She had been mercilessly had by one of them in her own toilet just before flying back home. She didn’t want to think what 20 or 30 of them would do to her. Her plan of action for now was just not to show up and arrive at campus two weeks later so whoever would be looking for her would’ve moved on to another victim.
To be continued...
A few weeks passed and the dry lull of ****** gatherings took their toll on Amanda as she missed America and campus.She had not had her bodily needs satisfied in many weeks, besides the wanton consumption of porn on her laptop. Sufficient time had passed between Omar and her unofficial breakup such that he reached out to her again wanting to meet and reconcile things. Initially reluctant to respond, out of respect to his ****** she agreed to meet him for an afternoon cafe in Beirut.
There were a few uncomfortable silences at first but then Omar broke the ice by stating “Listen Mandy I want to apologise for the way I treated you in the States.Jealousy got the better of me and because you were distant, I really thought you had eyes for other men/“
Amanda looked at him and paused, but then continued to respond “Habibi Im sorry if I gave you that impression. Life is really different in America and I needed some time to really figure out what it is I wanted and want.”
“But what is it that you want, that I can’t provide” he retorted, gesturing at himself.
Amanda didn’t know how to explain to him, without spilling the beans, how he just wouldn’t fit the bill anymore. She did wonder if it would be time to rip the bandaid off and lay into him so he finally got the message that he would be friend zoned but then his lips started to quiver.
He became teary eyed. She looked at him sitting in his small stature, sipping iced Turkish coffee. The excessive heat had resulted in a curling of all of his hair. She noticed how the sweat off of his arms was dripping on the table, intermingling with his curled up hair on his arms. He had also put on some weight.
“You can tell me what it is that I don’t provide” he now said, sternly.
“No Omar it’s not that you don’t provide anything it’s just maybe it is best we remained friends. I would prefer it and besides, long distance is not healthy!” She explained.
“But aren’t you lonely on Campus? You have barely any friends. Does listening to some hip hop music really alleviate your loneliness? You know how many women find me a catch here right? He tried to reason with Amanda.
“I am sure they do. You are so handsome” Amanda responded as she could sense his desperation. She did look down as she said this.
As she was looking down she received a text message where the preview on her phone said “The date is set Ama…”. She swiped right to unlock her phone and started reading. Her eyes grew wide in horror.
The text read “The date is set Amanda. You’re a PPP of the Black Panthers Club. All participants (30 in total) have been tested as STD free. 3rd September, 2024, the fun begins at 10pm. Click here for the address. Failure to attend will pose severe repercussions for you.”
“Omar I need to go habibi. My *** needs me for a business matter.” Amanda nervously requests.
“Sigh, ok but I wont pay for our meal. Again you are leaving me and we haven’t finished our conversation.”
“That’s fine” she says as she hurriedly signals the waiter over.
On the drive home Amanda is quick to rush at the pedal, wanting to get home to collect her thoughts. Her heart is racing as she definitely has no intention of becoming a victim to a crazed, frenzied pack of 30 black men who could end up killing her, in the heat of the moment. Does she miss sex, yes, but not this way.
As she stops at a traffic light, she receives a flurry of text messages with just pics. In shock she swipes to view them. They show none other than Jamal sucking the feet of some blonde girl, seemingly in his dorm room. Her legs are primed up near his neck and black cock cream glistens all of her shaft as he is entering her. The pics show her in a range of compromised positions. A short video accompanies which shows Jamal reaming the blonde from behind, holding her feet and vaginal squirt sprays on his phone camera as he mercilessly makes her cum repeatdely. Her cries are heard as well “No please please ohn ohn Jamal”. The final text simply reads “Im practising while you’re gone. But my boys and I miss your vagina.”
Amanda experiences pangs of emotion and fear. A tingling sensation engulfs her legs and she can already see a few strands of what seem like a clear liquid running down her legs, on to her feet and flip flops. She knew this was her autonomic biological response to black men kicking in again.
“That fucking bastard. He ruined my life.” She screams as she hits the steering wheel in anger.She leaves the message unresponded to.
Around 40 minutes later, at home, Maria, the housemaid, casually walks by Amandas room to find her door shut. She leans into the door as she can hear a few sounds; what seems like Amanda crying.
Genuinely concerned she opens the door, only to hear “Oh. WHAP. Oh. SLAP. Ohn. SQUIRT. Nohn. Jamal. Ohnn. Uhhh. Yeah. YEAH. Jamal ohnn. Give it to me…Uh yeah!!, Amanda is masturbating yet again. The pics and video she had received had put her in a desperate state of arousal and the pressure buildup around her labia and vagina needed to be released. She had turned the shower on. It was a desperate attempt by Amanda to drown out her screams of pleasure.
Maria rolls her eyes and leaves the room.
As Amanda comes out, she glances to her left, noticing the room door is now open. She had a few guesses who had been snooping around. At this point in time, however, all that was on her mind was how to find a way not to show up to her planned gangbang ordeal but also not face the wrath of the Black Panthers. She had been mercilessly had by one of them in her own toilet just before flying back home. She didn’t want to think what 20 or 30 of them would do to her. Her plan of action for now was just not to show up and arrive at campus two weeks later so whoever would be looking for her would’ve moved on to another victim.
To be continued...
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