Moroccan Breeding Vacation Adventure

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Moroccan Breeding Vacation Adventure[ For A & T once again, and for all those white couples seeking an interracial c***d! ]My name is Khalid. I am from Rabat, Morocco. I am 33 years of age. I have a very interesting experience I’d like to relate that I was part of last year, in early October. I met up with a young European married couple (Hanna, and her husband Krystian) after the three of us had chatted for several months on-line about the possibility that Hanna might become pregnant. Naturally, I inquired as to why Krystian wasn’t being considered; after all, he was Hanna’s husband, and the answer came as a complete surprise to me.Bluntly put, Krystian said that he and Hanna were much more interested in her having an African-fathered baby; and he went on to explain further that they were deeply disturbed by the manifestation of what he called ‘white nationalism’ in many countries in Europe, and it’s attendant racist actions towards myself and other Africans in their country.I wasn’t really sure at first that Krystian was being totally honest with me about their motives. I first assumed that they were merely playing games with me; however, as time went on, I became convinced of their sincerity. Several months went by as we chatted nearly every day on-line with one another, and I started to feel as if I was getting to really know Hanna and Krystian; and I liked what I was finding out about them—and, of course, I was very much attracted to Hanna!As a Moroccan male, I’d always had a strong fascination with blond European women. It wasn’t that I found my fellow female Moroccan’s distasteful, or repellent. There were many, many beautiful Moroccan women, and I was always lusting after them, but the fact was, I had very little economic value to offer a Moroccan woman—but none of that mattered (or, at least not nearly as much) when it came to European women. I saw all sorts of beautiful, but largely unobtainable, European women tourists on the streets of Rabat; nevertheless, I craved to fuck not just one, but as many as I possibly could; but then I started sarıyer escort chatting with Krystian and Hanna! Suddenly, due to our numerous exciting chats late into the night sometimes, a growing conviction started in my mind that maybe my chance at fucking a white European woman did have a chance at becoming a reality! Then, of course, there was the extra perk of fucking Hanna in order that she become pregnant by me! How could I pass such an opportunity up?! After all, I told myself, if I did happen to accomplish that, the couple would be going back home, and I never be held accountable, or responsible for anything to do with the baby—other than provide the sperm! It was too good to be true, I kept telling myself, but Krystian and Hanna kept encouraging me to accept their invitation; and, eventually, that’s exactly what I did.As the day arrived for Krystian and Hanna to arrive (they first flew in to Casablanca, and then took a train to Rabat, the best way of going about it), I was a nervous wreck, as you might imagine. Part of me kept thinking that this whole scenario was nothing but a dream; or, that Krystian and Hanna had just been playing a game with me, and they’d never really show up. Nevertheless, when my phone buzzed, and I checked the text, it was from Krystian informing me that he and Hanna had landed safely in Casablanca, and that they’d be arriving in Rabat by train in a couple of hours, or so!To put it mildly, I was incredibly excited!I remember waiting at the train station in Rabat as the train came to a stop. Dozens of people began to immediately swarm the platform, and I was frantically scanning the (mainly tourist) faces, until, suddenly, I caught sight of Hanna. I’d already seen a number of pictures of her that Kristian had sent me over the months, and though I’d thought she was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever laid eyes on (European, or Moroccan alike), she was even more beautiful in person!I stood waving both arms above my head as the other passengers coursed esenyurt escort around me, until Krystian noticed me and smiled. He motioned in my direction, and Hanna then saw me as well. Her smile was exciting to me, and I hurried over to them and as I did, Hanna set her luggage down and we embraced; something that men and women did not do in Rabat (even in 2020), plus, even though Hanna had a head scarf d****d over her shoulders and around her neck, she wasn’t wearing it, and she received a number of disapproving glances from the locals. When she released me, I immediately lifted the scarf and d****d it over her long blond hair; explaining why I was doing so as I did.She blushed, embarassed at her unintentional faux pas, but I reassured her with a smile, and saying: “It is the way we do here in Morocco.””Yes, of course,” she said, smiling.I greeted Krystian in as friendly a manner as I had with his wife, and though it felt slightly strange (after all, I was going to have sexual intercourse with his wife, with every intention of her getting pregnant by me), and yet, at the same time (if I am honest), I was incredibly excited to do precisely that! As I said earlier, I’d always been absolutely fascinated by European women, and I’d watched my fair share of western porn on line late at night wishing I could bury my own dark cock deep inside of one of their gorgeous pussies (and now it looked as if I was going to do more than fantasize about it)!We took a cab to their hotel. They checked in while I waited outside so as not to create suspicion in the mind of the desk staff. I waited for them to go upstairs and change clothes, while I waited for them at a nearby bistro and had a cup of coffee while doing so.I was joined later by Krystian and Hanna about half an hour later and chatted for over an hour. It still felt a bit like a dream; I have to admit. But eventually Krystian brought up the subject for which the three of us had met. It still felt slightly strange hearing us talking about such an intimate thing as making a baby avrupa yakası escort with another man’s wife; but, as I’ve already indicated earlier, that was an incredibly potent thought! I was still curious as to why Krystian didn’t want to make Hanna pregnant himself, but I decided that if he didn’t explain it, then I wouldn’t inquire any further into the matter!Hanna, while sipping her coffee (and wearing her tasteful head covering) said quietly: “I want your baby.” They were just four words, but they were incredibly profound words, nevertheless, and hearing her say that filled me with a firery lust I’d rarely ever felt before. In fact, I’d never felt it so strong as I did as I sat there!I may have blushed slightly at that. Krystian smiled faintly, and assured me I had nothing to be embarrassed about. He added: “Hanna and I are in complete agreement about that, Khalid. No worries! It’s okay,” and he smiled even more broadly than before a he said that. Then he added, his voice slightly lowered so that only the three of us could hear: “Hanna is ovulating at the most fertile time of month for her.” He took his wife’s hand in his. She gave it a slight squeeze, and he added: “So, it shouldn’t difficult to,” he paused slightly, and then added: “impregnate her.” Again, he smiled, very faintly, but sincerely; and that, again,excited me once again!They were tired from the long flight, and so we made plans to meet two days later. In the mean time, Krystian explained, he and Hanna wanted to see some of the sights; like the Hassan Tower, the Chellah, the Medina of Rabat, the Kasbah of the Udayas, and the Great Mosque of Sale; and this surprised me. They seemed geneuinely interested in seeing these places. “Our main goal is one thing,” Kyrstian said, referring to me getting Hanna pregnant, “but we want to get to know something about Morocco and Rabat as well!” Though I admit I was eager to fuck this other man’s wife, the fact that they were curious about some aspects of Moroccan culture and history was a welcome one! After all, they were planning on staying in Rabat for nearly two weeks. There would be plenty of time for both sight-seeing, as well as breeding!Suffice it to say, but those two days of waiting were difficult ones for me. But, patience, as they say, is a virtue, and so it turned out for me. But the rest of the story will have to wait for part two!End of Part One—

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