Doctor Haurvatat Meets Noah & Randi Chapters 1-6

CHAPTER ONE: COFFEE TALK

A White couple in their mid 20’s are standing in the open doorway of the medical office of Doctor Ashur Haurvatat. The male is about 5’10’’ and 165 pounds. Nice looking young man, if you like smooth-faced, skinny, pretty men/boys. The woman certainly is cute enough. However, you would have to like redheads. She is about 5’7” and 130 pounds. Nice full perky tits on her and a booty that would serve as a nice welcoming fuck cushion.

As Ashur extends his hand for a handshake he says, “Hello, I am Doctor Asher Haurvatat. Please come on into my medical office. You both are most welcome here!”

The couple enters the office. The woman speaks before her husband has the chance. “Hello Doctor Haurvatat, I am Randi, and this is my husband Noah. We are happy that you agreed to meet with us today. I know that your office is normally closed on Saturday. I appreciate that you are willing to make the time to meet with us.”

While the doctor is greeting Noah, Randi body checks the doctor and notes that he is tall, about 6’3”, and with a muscular build. Doctor Haurvatat is a whole lot darker skinned than milk-white Noah and Randi. The doctor is a hunky Arabian man, or Arabian Stallion might be a better way to put it. From the bulge in his trousers, it looks like he might be packing a horse cock. Randi likes what she sees and is smiling from ear to ear. Randi suddenly breaks free of her thoughts and mentally returns to the meeting.

Noah notices that the doctor has quite a large hairy hand with a firm warm handshake. As Noah looks up at Ashur, he takes note of his full-grown manly beard. Noah looks the doctor right into his hazel eyes and says, “Thanks doctor, it's nice to meet you too.”

Doctor Haurvatat takes notice that Noah has a firmer handshake than he would have expected. As he is shaking Noah’s hand, the doctor gets a whiff of Noah’s cologne or fragrance. He thinks that Noah smells a little bit too clean for a man. He is rather floral-scented. The doctor’s impression is that Noah is likely regularly pussy whipped by his White bitch-wife. The doctor’s smile widens, but he suppresses his desire to laugh outright.

Looking around Noah says, “This is a nice office you have here Doctor Haurvatat.”

Ashur replies, “Thank you Noah, but this is merely the waiting room. Come, let’s sit in my office to have our chat about why you have contacted me. I’ve had some fresh-made sandwiches delivered since it getting close to lunchtime.” Both Noah and Randi thank the doctor and follow him.

They walk down the hall and into the large office. It is well-appointed, with thick dark wood furniture and framed medical certificates on the walls. The office has a strong masculine ambiance, and it speaks of confidence and wealth.

The doctor doesn’t sit behind his desk but chooses one of the several guest chairs located in front of his desk. He wants to avoid the appearance of a barricade that a desk might create. He also wants closer physical space with the couple. He wants to encourage them to feel comfortable with him and to open up about their lifestyle choice.

As Randi is looking around the office, she takes notice of the furniture. She thinks how appropriate the heavy dark wood is within his personal space. It seems like a physical metaphor for what likely hangs down between the doctor’s muscular legs.

As Ashur indicates where Randi should sit, he pulls his chair closer to her. Ashur especially likes White women. He likes their beauty and their loose infidel morals. Even the married ones are willing to slip out of their panties for him. The infidel women are self-indulgent. This behavior is tolerated by the White men who are not in charge of their homes. Of course, he noticed Randi checking out his physique, including his crotch. She must have a mental list she was checking off. He knows from her grin that he passed inspection and she likes what she sees.

Randi is seated in between the doctor and her husband. She shifts around nervously. Randi is thinking about how much more masculine this Arabian guy is compared to her husband. She thinks she can smell the testosterone or pheromones that this Arabian man is giving off. His scent is heady and sexy stuff indeed. A truly healthy specimen of a man. He embodies the very concept of ‘breeding stud’.

Ashur offers, “Water, soda, or coffee or tea? What would you two like to drink?”

Randi speaks first, “Both water and coffee, if it isn’t any trouble. Seems like I can smell the coffee. But a soda instead, if the coffee is a bother.”

“Randi, I have some wonderful Turkish coffee freshly brewed. And for you my new friend Noah?”

“I’ll have the same as my wife, thank you.”

Ashur feels that this is a confirmation that this White guy’s wife is in charge of the couple. He smiles as he gets the Turkish coffee. First coffee, then talk. And from there, who knows?

“We can start that light lunch whenever you are hungry. Just speak up.” Getting seated again, he states, “No need to be shy around here. Especially considering what we are going to be discussing.”

The room gets noticeably quiet. Randi and Noah are sipping the strong Turkish coffee and avoiding eye contact. Ashur just decides to get the ball rolling and asks several questions in a row to see where the conversation might get picked up.

“How did you two get to be interested in the benefits of interracial breeding? Why do you like to write fetish stories about it? Do you know any White couple who has either been bred Muslim or intends to be bred Muslim? Do you currently have a Muslim ‘Buck’ that you serve?”

Ashur pauses a beat and then continues, “Noah, you write about the need to bring back the social acceptance of human castration. Why is that of interest to you? How do you think it would benefit society more than a vasectomy? I would like to get this ‘shooting blanks’ conversation started as well.” He smiles widely showing off his picture-perfect teeth.

Noah replies first, “Wow, you just jump right into it, don’t you doctor?”

“Friends, are these not the topics on your mind as well?”

“Well, yes. Those topics are the only thing on my mind since we set-up the meeting several days ago,” says Noah.

Ashur then looks up from where his eyes were focused. He flashes a quick smile at Noah while looking into Noah’s eyes. Then he nods his head in agreement. He thinks he has coyly glanced down at Noah’s crotch. Ashur knows for certain that Noah is sexually aroused. There is a bit of a hard pole pushing up against the nylon fabric of his shorts.

He thinks that it is likely that both Noah and Randi are sexually aroused. Maybe about the topics, or maybe about Ashur himself. Ashur is everything physically that Noah is not. Better yet, maybe it is BOTH things, Ashur’s healthy Arabian body as well as the topics at hand, all rolled into one thing. Not unlike how a red & white candy cane seems to be two things intertwined, but it is one thing that is so very sweet.

Noah shifts in his chair as he notices the doctor looking at his boner pushing against the liner in his nylon gym shorts. Dang it, he thinks about how he should have worn jeans, but isn't it just so very hot out today? Noah knows the real reason why he didn’t wear jeans. He wants easy access to his cock. That is also why he chose to skip wearing his briefs. Since his wife was driving, his hands were free and he enjoyed groping himself during the commute here.

Noah is reflecting, at least this doctor guy doesn’t disappoint in the appearance department. Ashur is handsome, but not pretty. A manly man’s appearance. He would make good breeding stock to mate with his horny fertile wife. He thinks about how he would love to watch those two fucking away in his master bedroom. Pounding away on his marital bed. Noah’s cock twitches and hardens, as much as it can, stuffed inside of his shorts.

Doctor Ashur Haurvatat is taking all of this in. Smart and intuitive, he knows how to read people. He also knows that Noah's wife, Randi, is becoming increasingly more sexually turned. He can tell by how she keeps wiggling her fanny around on the seat of that chair, creating friction against her pink pussy lips. They have all just met, and yet she is practically dry-humping the chair seat. And she is freely giving away that ‘come fuck me’ smile to the doctor. And making prolonged eye contact with him. Asher thinks that apparently, Randi feels she has found an Arabian sperm donor.

Ashur looks at Randi’s full perky tits straining against her white cotton top. He knows she is braless by the way her breasts jiggle when she moves. He can see the outline of her nipples. Judging by how white this infidel’s skin is, her nipples have to be pink. Just the way he likes them!

Maybe a blow job wouldn’t be out of the question today. Ashur is overdue to have his cock sucked and his balls emptied until they are dry. Ashur hasn’t had time for partnered sex for the past several weeks. He is a workaholic with his career and also as a committed bodybuilder. Ashur thinks about how much he needs to get his cock sucked while a woman plays with his weighty and fully loaded hairy ball sack. He needs to shoot a few reams of Arab semen to be relieved of the pressure of unleashed sperm from within his two large weighty balls.

He notices that Randi has worn bright red lipstick on her full lips. To Ashur, that is like a neon entrance sign signaling the ‘all-clear’ to enter for cock sucking.