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SHORT FICTIONAL STORY written in collaboration with my friend @tidodore2

- A STORY OF EURABIA -

- AT THE FEET OF THE POOR ARAB GUY -

PART BY @tidodore2

MAHMOUD : "Lick in silence, white piece of shit ! I'm already very generous to let you worship my alpha feet, so if you want to keep your place as a dog in my service, you better be discreet!"

PART BY Submissivegayfrench

Mahmoud was a poor Turk living in a poor building, but the banker Ferdinand found nothing more beautiful than the disadvantaged Arabs. What a contradiction! And yet, finding himself at the feet of a poor stranger was what excited him the most.

At the feet of some ordinary but dominant young man, he smelled the stench of his unwashed feet. Mahmud kept his feet unwashed so they were even more stinky.

Ferdinand is a white banker who goes to Mahmoud's dirty and smelly apartment.

When he arrives in the Arab quarter, the neighbors mistake him for a tax inspector, because no one can suspect that this tall white man comes to breathe and lick the dirty feet of a young dominant Arab boy. Mahmoud was disgusted by homos and pathetic white people like Ferdinand.

Yet Ferdinand was more or less masculine in appearance, and his colleagues would never have assumed that this distinguished banker was a lover of the feet of young Arab males. The unemployed young Arab male was content to have his sweaty feet licked by this white moron. He obviously made him do his housework to earn this honor, and also pay him for having been able to taste the sweat of an Arab male.

MAHMOUD: "You French men are too dumb! All you need is dirty feet and you're happy!"

Ferdinand was excited to be dominated by a younger Arab male, simply because he was used to respect in his daily life. Being dominated was an escape, and giving a poor young Arab boy money to lick his feet felt right and natural.

Mahmoud's cousins back in Turkey couldn't believe their cousin could have a tall, muscular white banker as his personal footlicker.

Maybe one day Mahmoud will make Ferdinand buy each of his twelve cousins a first-class plane ticket to come to France and see for themselves how much white men love to worship the dirty feet of young Arabs.

END OF THE STORY

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Description

SHORT FICTIONAL STORY written in collaboration with my friend @tidodore2

- A STORY OF EURABIA -

- AT THE FEET OF THE POOR ARAB GUY -

PART BY @tidodore2

MAHMOUD : "Lick in silence, white piece of shit ! I'm already very generous to let you worship my alpha feet, so if you want to keep your place as a dog in my service, you better be discreet!"

PART BY Submissivegayfrench

Mahmoud was a poor Turk living in a poor building, but the banker Ferdinand found nothing more beautiful than the disadvantaged Arabs. What a contradiction! And yet, finding himself at the feet of a poor stranger was what excited him the most.

At the feet of some ordinary but dominant young man, he smelled the stench of his unwashed feet. Mahmud kept his feet unwashed so they were even more stinky.

Ferdinand is a white banker who goes to Mahmoud's dirty and smelly apartment.

When he arrives in the Arab quarter, the neighbors mistake him for a tax inspector, because no one can suspect that this tall white man comes to breathe and lick the dirty feet of a young dominant Arab boy. Mahmoud was disgusted by homos and pathetic white people like Ferdinand.

Yet Ferdinand was more or less masculine in appearance, and his colleagues would never have assumed that this distinguished banker was a lover of the feet of young Arab males. The unemployed young Arab male was content to have his sweaty feet licked by this white moron. He obviously made him do his housework to earn this honor, and also pay him for having been able to taste the sweat of an Arab male.

MAHMOUD: "You French men are too dumb! All you need is dirty feet and you're happy!"

Ferdinand was excited to be dominated by a younger Arab male, simply because he was used to respect in his daily life. Being dominated was an escape, and giving a poor young Arab boy money to lick his feet felt right and natural.

Mahmoud's cousins back in Turkey couldn't believe their cousin could have a tall, muscular white banker as his personal footlicker.

Maybe one day Mahmoud will make Ferdinand buy each of his twelve cousins a first-class plane ticket to come to France and see for themselves how much white men love to worship the dirty feet of young Arabs.

END OF THE STORY

👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣