"Sir, the secretary for the man in charge of the Orlando branch will swing by the hotel to get us." Mrs. Mitchell said, making Freddy smile as they sat on the plane.
"Is it a woman?" He asked, looking at her. She chuckled and nodded.
"I know her well; she is married, by the way. Does Mr. Johnson have planes for her?" Mrs. Mitchell said before taking a seat on his lap, kissing him.
Pulling her mouth away before speaking. "She is an Arab American; she is a muslim and has three daughters." Mrs. Mitchell said, grinding herself against Freddy, making him hard as she talked about this woman.
"She has ample breasts like mind and a fat ass that just screams to be fucked by a white man." Mrs. Mitchell said before slowly undoing the back of her dress, letting her tits fall onto Freddy's face, making him smile as he sucked on her nipples.
"Her name is Noor Al-Hashimi, plus I will tell you something special about her. She has a hard time with heat. With how hot it is today, getting her to cool down in the hotel room wouldn't be so hard." She said before slowly getting off his lap and squatting in front of him.
"If you were to have something to put her in the mood, it would be easy to fuck her arab brains out with this massive white cock of yours." She said, undoing his pants and making his dick pop out.
"Oh, I can do that. But if I do, we will need some insurance for her to become a slutty muslim bitch." Freddy said as he smiled.
"Don't worry, I will hide and record her moaning as you fuck her. She wouldn't go against you in fear of her husband finding out." Mrs. Mitchell said before her tongue moved up his cock and she pushed it inside her mouth.
"It has been a while since I fucked the brains out of a muslim woman. I need to start to up my numbers with them." He said, running his fingers through Mrs. Mitchell's hair as she nodded and moaned while deepthroating his cock.
"What a wicked woman, willing to help me fuck other wives. I now have to keep you, why don't you move your family down here? I will even list you as my personal contact at your company, giving you a salary on top of your current salary. If I were to invest a few hundred million in your company. I bet you could help me fuck the other married sales women there." Freddy said as her eyes lit up and she slowly sucked his cock before pulling it out.
"I will have to talk to the CEO of the main branch, but if Mr. Johnson were to become a shareholder. I am sure he will send me here if it was requested of you. In fact, I know several women working around the world for you to take from their husbands. I want to watch them fall from grace and become white cock loving whores." She said while standing up, letting her dress fall to the floor.
She took her place over his lap as she lowered her hips, letting the head of his cock enter her pussy. "Fuck, I can't get enough of this cock!" Mrs. Mitchell yelled out as she began to move her hips while speaking.
"I want to see Noor's face covered in your cum while she wears her hijab. I think that would be an amazing sight to see, Sir!" She said while picking her speed up, moaning as she played with her tits.
"To see her moaning for you to fuck her harder with this massive white cock! Just thinking about it makes my pussy tingle and throb! Will you do that for me, Sir! Will you fuck her Arab brains out and make her a white cock loving muslim slut!" She said as her ass slapped against Freddy's thighs as he grinned at her.
"You had me in hijab." He said, thrusting up into her, making her pussy gush as they fell into a passionate fuckfest.
"DO IT, SIR! MAKE THE WOMEN OF MY COMPANY, YOUR WHORES!" She said, moving faster as her pussy leaked copious amounts of love juice. Freddy smiled as he saw the woman he had corrupted fall even madder in love with him as he thrust into her.
"Mrs. Mitchell, I will make them all cheating whores that worship this white cock of mine. I can promise you that!" He yelled out, pushing into her one last time, releasing his cum.
"YES!!!!!!! FUCK THOSE MARRIED WOMEN!!! THEY BELONG TO YOU, SIR!!!!!" Mrs. Mitchell screamed as she began to squirt, broken from the weight of her cheating. Making her want to ruin others' marriages, not that he was bothered by it.
Mrs. Mitchell fell forward, kissing Freddy's neck as she whispered into his ear. "Sir, show me more of your lust-filled world. Make me drown in your abyss of pleasure.
"We will be landing in ten minutes, sir." The pilot said, making Mrs. Mitchell smile as she ran her fingers down Freddy's cheeks.
"I will set up the trap, make sure they break in it." Mrs. Mitchell said, before slowly lifting off Freddy and putting her clothes back on, as Freddy watched. This wife was wicked, and he loved it; he thought before pulling his pants and underwear up as the.
"Don't worry, Sir. When it comes to women, I can help them relax and lower their guard. It's a talent." Mrs. Mitchell said, taking a seat next to Freddy after getting dressed, as she interlocked with one of his arms, making his arm push between her tits as she licked her lips.
"Well, then. Let's enjoy our time in Orlando today, and open Mrs. Al-Hashimi's eyes to the world she belongs to." Freddy said, looking forward to meeting her. The plane touched down, and Freddy grabbed four water bottles with his special labels before disembarking the jet.
Making it to the car and getting in, Freddy ordered the driver to the hotel. "Sir, she will meet us in an hour. She sounded tired on the phone; this weather must have taken a toll on her. So she should be thirsty once she gets to the hotel. I will ask you to take a shower once we get there. When she comes, I will give her one of these bottles. I will watch her drink some of it and text you. Before faking that I need to take a call." She said while running her hand up Freddy's thigh.
"When I am gone, come in wearing only a towel before talking to her. She will of course become flustered, and the drug should start to work. When you feel it's good enough, bend her over the back of the couch and ravage her. I will record it through the window from the balcony." She said with a smile.
Hearing her plan, Freddy couldn't help but laugh. "Mrs. Mitchell, you wicked woman. I like it." He said as she leaned in and whispered into Freddy's ear.
"I can be as wicked as you want me to be, Sir." She said, sliding a hand into his pants, making Freddy smirk.