Hers is Bigger Than Emir's

American girls were good for one thing.

They were great for that one thing actually. That’s why Emir traveled to America once a year. To over indulge in American girls for a week and then return to his respectable family.

This time was even more important. He was a few weeks away from getting married to the girl his parents had arranged for him to marry. His father had given him a promotion at their export business and he’d be working more and would have less time for the fun things.

But this trip was a bust.

The American girls weren’t putting out as much as he had experienced on his last few trips to New York. The Turkish monster in his pants hungered to be admired and fondled by amoral American girls.

And he couldn’t hide his monster’s rage as he walked through the city that never slept. Even though it seemed like everyone was asleep, except for Emir.

He pulled and tugged on his monster so much as he walked around the city in a foggy haze of recreational drugs and alcohol that he nearly got the police called on him. He even earned himself a slap to the face by a Black girl who wasn’t impressed at the thickness of his Turkish manhood, bulging in his jeans.

That slap ended his night, his thirst and his fascination with American free spirits. Or so he thought. Thanks to a Black girl hiding a bulge under her skirt that even impressed Emir, he just might be itching to return to America sooner than he thought.