Note : this story is completely fictional!
It was a warm, tepid, windy evening in Saudi Arabia. The magic carpets were glistening in the moist dew, a moistness which was only to increase... Maramaramara, his thoughts abroad with the distant breeze was at the end of his quest.it had lasted 2 years and now it was nearly complete. the palace gold was nearly his. these two years had been ones of intrigue and inspiration as he encountered many different characters who thought him many different things about his sexuality...
Next to riding camels, Maramaramaras favourite sport, if not his most deliciously rewarding hobby, was in fact, riding one or several of his five wives. Each was different, but all were hairier than the common goat or camel found on several farms in the Arab states. He had never once questioned why he enjoyed this black, fuzzy, thick and matted hairiness that his /women/">women exuded. He never even asked himself why he usually sucked, licked or tried to twirl and plait and pluck this hair.. Indeed, all of his mates commended him and nicknamed him the "common carpet muncher". However, he met a strange and enlightening friend on his travels, who gave a whole new meaning to this hair fetish...
at first sight, he had thought it was a yeti. in the dense desert air, he thought delirium had taken hold of him. either that or he was in heaven. the beast approached, hairier than his five wives put together. no word was spoken and no time was wasted in attempting to tame the beast. heading straight for the crotch, maramarama quickly gulped his way through the depths of thick black hair. but suddenly, his head hit something different than the usual moist pussy of his wives. oh yes, it was a penis...
Little over a second passed - the curious arab began to sniff the erect, twelve incher. As he stroked the shaft, his thoughts were no longer with his wives holes. Nor was he thinking that he should remove the cock to bring it home for the evening mealtime. He harboured no ambition to swing the mighty beast around by this /thick/thick-cocks/long-thick-cock/">long thick cock, in the hopes of making the beast dizzy and thus defeating him... Oh no.... instead he began to frantically lick the shaft, tasting it like the first drop of arab rain on the 14th of May. The precum came in bucketfuls, tasting like the creamy Wakkisa which was a speciality in Iran. He sucked the head of the dick, moving his head up and down with the motions, moving his lips and trying to take in this enormous shaft into his throat, savouring each moment of the hardness that made his cock harder than ever before...
ah yes, he thought, as he neared the palace walls. if it were not for my hairy fetish, the beasts cock would have /scared/">scared me off but no. lost amidst the deep amazon of his bush, it was a treasure simply waiting to be found. quite like the treasure he was about to receive in the palace dungeon. as a young boy he had heard the stories of the evil emperors /daughter/">daughter who was the hairiest baby in the world. ashamed of his daughters apathy with regard to veet shaving cream, the emperor had locked her in the deepest dungeon of his palace. that is where she now lay. her hair growing longer and mixing with her finger and toe-nails which were now at puke-producing levels...."mmm", smiled maramarama..."mmmmmm".......
He strolled into the palace, as security were out having a cup of tea, and he encountered a familiar face gaurding the main hallway! "Yes, yes yes!" It was the black hairy creature whose cock he had lusciously licked and licked in the desert. All of his old feelings came back, but he gulped his desires to suck that magnificant sweaty and oily cock. He had to get to the gold. All of his two years would be wasted if he seized this opporunity which he had already tasted out in the dry sands. "ah fuck it!" he screamed and ran to embrace the cock of glory...
like chariots of fire, he ran in slow-motion simplicity towards his desire. the creature moaned with delight as maramarama once again dived into his hairy crotch, his hands searching frantically for the oily cock he wished to devour. finally he found it, and stoking away the strands of pubes as one does to a lovers face, he smiled with glee and ran his tongue over the cock-head, his tongue flicking into its eye as the creature grabbed the back of his head, forcing his entire cock into maramaramas mouth. swallowing the large mammoth, maramarama soon progressed to savour every inch of the creatures cock. as it throbs grew quicker and the creatures sighs grew heavier, maramarama braced himself for the creatures juice. bursting into his mouth, maramarama wallowed in its bitter-/sweet/">sweet taste. yet as a cold shower wakes one in the morning, the warm gush of cum made maramarama return to /reality/">reality. his quest was not over but he had gotton past the main hallway now, leaving the creature with a satisfied grin. the dungeon was ahead. his treasure waited...
A satisfying jump for joy later the Arab was making his way through the maze of the palace guided by the old map his father had left him after he passed on to the next life. The map however, was soggy and smelled of mammoth juice, so the letters and markings were completely blurred. "Oh fuckadoodlearaboo!" he said in his native tongue (which means "oh, fuck" in English), licking the cum off of the maps edges. He didnt want to waste a drop. "Hmmm," he said scratching his hairy head. What would he do with no map to guide him? "Wallllllllllloooooooo, BIg xxx CoCKKKK on the WAYYYYY" he shouted, in the hope that somebody, meaning the daughter who was too hairy for society, would reply "cock, come, cock, come, cock, come" the magical call of the ancient sex ritual. Sure enough, he heard a reply: "Cock, come, cock, come, cock, come!!!!" The voice sounded rather masculine. Strange, he thought and headed towards the sound in a massive ornate parlour. The king was sitting on his throne, and beside him lay a baby walkie talkie, which he used to communicate with his daughter.. She was shouting through the walkie talkie, hoping for a /dick/big-dick/">big dick, or at least a bit of nipple sucking, or maybe just some food.
He grabbed the walkie talkie and reached the dungeon, based on his animal horny insincts...
Heaving over the heavy boulder which blocked his entrance, he made his way down the dark steps to the moaning groans below. halfway down the steps, he gazed downwards and noticed hair creeping at his ankles. with this hairy sight, his steps quickened and indeed, on reaching the centre of the deepest dungeon, he saw his treasure, as all the hair accumulated into one gigantic hair-ball. its auburn tinge glistened somewhat and maramarama thought "oh yes, i have found my porn videos download gold" before taking a breathe and diving into his treasure.....
