The handsome Hassan. I was staying in a very nice hotel for a few days while attending a seminar in Cairo. At the end of the day, I went to the bar and ordered a beer. The bar was almost empty, with just a few tourists, and in the corner, a very handsome Black man… a Nubian from southern Egypt, known for their virility. He was dressed in white, a shirt and jeans, and when our eyes met, a slight smile appeared on his face. I looked away; in Egypt, homosexuality is a crime, and I could easily have encountered a provocateur. After a few sips of my beer, I turned my head back towards him, and there was his open smile, very white teeth, and a black beard. Hmmm, I felt attracted. Maybe my first Black man tonight? But where? At the hotel, that was impossible… And I didn't want to draw attention to myself. Oh well, I wanted it too much. I looked at him again, and his amused gaze held mine. So, like the little slut I was, I gently ran my tongue over my lips, returning his gaze. He smiled and winked. After a few minutes, he stood up and, passing by, nodded towards me, inviting me to follow him. We ended up in the bathroom. He was peeing, and I sat down next to him, grinning broadly. He spoke to me in English. " My name is Hassan," he said, and I gave him my first name too. " Come outside," he told me. "My car is further down, but get out after me and follow me because the police are watching us." Crazy as I was, without thinking of the risks, I agreed, and a few minutes later, I went to sign my bill and saw him waiting for me a few meters from the hotel entrance. We got into a small Fiat and drove for a few minutes. He put his hand on my thigh, my heart was pounding, and he smiled at me with his beautiful, seductive smile. "We're going to a friend's place who's lending me his apartment," he told me. " Do you like Egyptians?" he asked. " Yes, of course." "Okay ," I replied, "I like fucking white guys and white girls too." His hand caressed my already swollen cock. We arrived at our destination, in front of a somewhat dilapidated building. Some young people were playing soccer. Hassan called out to one of them, who, along with a few friends, broke away from the group and came over to meet us. And Hassan, in Arabic, I imagine, explained our situation to them, probably presenting me as a white slut he was going to fuck. I was ashamed and at the same time felt comfortable in that role. The boys approached and shook my hand, smiling, but I didn't see any sign of contempt, just interest or curiosity, I think. We went up to the apartment, which had no air conditioning…Once the door closed, Hassan took me in his arms and kissed me, a mix of carnage and beer… Hassan was taller than me, I'd say 1.85 meters, slightly bearded, slim and muscular, and of course, his tight white jeans accentuated his rather generous physique. " Take your clothes off," he told me. Very quickly, I was naked in front of him. I'd kept my briefs on; I wanted him to be the one to pull them down. I snuggled against him, kissing him, neck, ears, mouth. His hands moved over my buttocks, between my thighs, then one hand slipped inside my briefs. He turned me over, my back to him, caressing my breasts and stomach, and his other hand slipped inside my briefs and spread my buttocks, kneading and squeezing them, not very tenderly, and finally pulled down my panties. He pushed me onto the bed where I sat and began to undo his jeans and get down to business. I first caressed his cock through the fabric; he took off his white t-shirt, revealing beautiful abs, pecs, and splendid shoulders. As the heat and emotion grew, I could feel the sweat on his body—quite erotic. I pulled down his jeans, and his beautiful cock peeked out of the elastic of his briefs. At that time I was only a beginner in the art of sucking, eager, but perhaps a little shy and clumsy, in any case I did my best, licked his black, clean and smooth cock, he guided his glans into my mouth, which I took with delight, sucked, he tried to force me to take a deep throat, but very quickly I was suffocating, he laid me down on the bed and stretched out on top of me, his cock beating between my open thighs and kissed me again, he was very strong and showed me by immobilizing me while smiling, I liked it, feeling the strength of a man subduing me. As soon as he loosened his grip, I took the opportunity to half-stand up and kiss his muscular, slightly hairy chest, covered in male sweat. I licked it, tasted the acrid flavor, then buried my face under his armpits, inhaling his sweat and becoming into ...

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