Removing several coins from her belt pocket, Al Zia Al Wahāb went to the juice machine, and the minute she had the ice-cold bottle, she began to drink it.

She started feeling better almost immediately.

She entered the ladies’ room, snapped on the lights, took another swallow of juice and set the bottle on a chair.

Twisting the faucet marked FROID; Al Zia Al Wahāb placed her wrists under the stream of water.

She had heard that it cooled the body quickly.

She applied the water to her damp forehead, behind her ears and neck, and traced the wetness across her chest and down between her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān breasts.

Finding a clean towel, Al Zia Al Wahāb dried herself, and while doing so, she studied her reflection in the wide mirror above the basin.

Studying herself in mirrors was one of Al Zia Al Wahāb’s favorite pre-occupations.

Rarely did she pass a mirror without halting to consider pensively what was shown in it.

Her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female body was her proud possession.

She knew she had won Durgesh with it.

She loved to watch her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female body in the mirrors to hold interior dialogues with that image, to philosophize and psychologize over that image, to wonder about the ingredients of that image that had cast her so high up in the Multiverse and then sent her tumbling so far down, so far down that now she teetered on the brink of Hell.

Durgesh never agreed with her in the matter.

He always claimed it was her negative thinking only.

Al Zia Al Wahāb never met any person other than Durgesh who was so against negative thinking.

Perhaps Durgesh was the only person in her knowledge who was absolutely everconfident that all the problems of human beings are only due to their negative thinking.

Alas, she could not share Durgesh’s optimism as she shared his bed.

Al Zia Al Wahāb stared at the upper half of the five feet four inches of herself in the mirror.

Allah!

Måshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

How incredibly, extremely, beautiful she was!

The self that was captured in the polished glass stared back at her.

Tossing the towel aside, Al Zia Al Wahāb backed off diagonally the width of the tiled bathroom floor until she could see herself almost full length.

The ladies’-room was a one-person room.

It never allowed presence of more than one person, except on emergencies.

She was as careless here as she could be when she is in complete privacy.

It had a sink, a stall equipped with a shower arrangement, a tub, and a translucent half door with a toilet chair absolutely opaque underside.

There were several other devices too she was completely used to.

She knew very well they were intended for the fulfillment of personal services of one sort or another.

Suddenly she smiled and murmured to herself,

“‘Al Ħamdulillāh Rabbil åālmīn, Durgeshashchodté mām for my own benefit. Lā ilāh illillāh Muhammadurrasūlallāh’.”

It was as if some code sentence in part Arabic, part Sanskr’t, and in part English.

In a moment it was all gone what was there and Al Zia Al Wahāb was pleasantly left to face the darkness filled the Personal suddenly.

The system worked only when it’s murmured in a lady’s voice having already bedded with me, otherwise NOT.

The sound waves were used for it.

They activated a system to generate X-rays to penetrate her womb to investigate if there were really the ingredients of my Hindu semen found.

The system worked only after finding the result in positive.

The darkness was, however, only momentary.

The room lit up again.

Nothing of what was there a moment ago, returned however.

It was pleasant daylight now filling the one-woman-Personal.

Al Zia Al Wahāb was now as if outside.

There was open sky above, with clouds drifting across it in a fashion just regular enough to seem clearly unreal.

On everyside, there seemed an outstretching of greenery moving in equally repetitive fashion.

Al Zia Al Wahāb filled with bliss.

Yet, her mind was working, without any slightest interruption, as it was before.

Her sun-blanched flaxen hair, tied in a mane, fell below her shoulder blades.

Her shining brow was unmarked, although she was already twenty-one years old, and her huge, frank, gray-green eyes were clear, although her Hindu suitors and her Hindu lovers liked to tell her they looked at once experience old and little-girl-lost that Al Zia Al Wahāb had learned to translate as really meaning they promised free giving and promiscuity.

Her delicate and small nose, like Mumtaz, one old time Indian Sreen most beautiful and most successful heroine, she had long decided, gave her part of that innocent girlish aspect.

The mouth was another matter.***

Petrified by astonishment, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb stared after the bodies, emerged from us, united.

We both were on our fours.

She was on her knees and arms.

I was too in the same position, but behind her.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed could not control her exclamation,

“Durgesh, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb, what’s that? What’s that?”

“Our etheric bodies united, now visible to everyone!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb shouted out of immense bliss and ecstasy, “I’ve done it. I’ve done it now. Damn it.”

“Allah!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed exclaimed again, not believing her own very eyes even, “Al Ħamdulillāhi Rabbil åālmīn! Arraħmānirraħīmi!Māliki yaumiddīni! Iyyāk nåbudu v’ iyyāk nastaåīnu! Ihadi nassirātal mustaqīm! Sirātallazīn. Anåmt ålaihim.Ghairil maghzūbi ålaihim. Valazzāllīn!”

Then Al Zia Al Wahāb shouted at top of her lungs,

“Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?”

Her Ammī’s eyes were filled with tears.

She recited,

“Arraħmānu!”

“Åālamal Qur’ān!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb recited.

“Kħalaqal insān!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed closed her eyes in immense gratefulness.

“Åāllamahu albayān!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb also closed her eyes now.

“Ashshamsu valqamaru biħusbānin!”

“Vannajmu vashshajaru yasjudāni!”

“Vassamā’ rafåhā v’ vazå’ almīzān!”

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb raised her melodious voice somewhat,

“Allā tatghav filmīzāni!”

“Va aqīmū alvazan bilqisti v’ lā tukħsirū almīzān!”Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed also did the same.

“Val arz va zåhā lil anāmi!”

“Fīhā fākihatun vannakħlu zātul akmāmi!”

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb recited,

“Val ħabbu zū alåsfi varréħānu!”

Then they both recited simultaneously,

“Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?”

I was fucking Al Zubédā Al Wahāb continuously.

With their every recitation, I pushed my Uncut Hindu Penis into the evertight Makkan Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt of Al Zubédā Al Wahāb,deepest.

I was reciting,

“‘S’ paryyagāchchhukramakāyamavra ñamasnaaviragvong shuddhamapāpviddham.
Kavirmanīshī paribhūh svayambhūryāthātathyato’arthānvyadadhāchchhāhvatībhyah samābhyah.’”

But when they both recited simultaneously,

“Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?”

I too did, the same, with them.***

The cherry colored full lips of Al Zia Al Wahāb, shaped in a grin, seemed inviting and full of teasing sensuality, in contradiction to the innocence of Mumtaz nose, smooth Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān cheeks and dainty ears.

The expensive costume, she knew, was perfect for her perfect Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān female body.

The short V-necked loose blouse draped down across her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bosom hung straight from the firm points of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.

Al Zia Al Wahāb had worn no brassire this morning.

The blouse was too almost transparent.

The large circles of her extremely beautiful nipples, Durgesh loved very much and kissed while making love with Al Zia Al Wahāb, every now and then, and the shadowy outline of her high abundant Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bosom were plainly visible.

She was proud of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān feminine treasure.

She could not win Durgesh without it, even when she’d lost everything.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd made her to lose everything, even her native province.

Trantor was the only shelter Al Zia Al Wahāb could get.

And she knew it was because Durgesh loved Musalmān Beauties extra ordinarily.

Al Safdar Al Saåīd always insulted Durgesh for it,

“The Hindu moron thinks no other beauty except Sunni Musalmān Beauties, has an apt cunt for his extremely ravenous dirty Uncut Hindu Prick.”

Al Zia Al Wahāb remembered it, and cashed her Sunni Musalmānhood when she needed it to do very much.

Her tanned midriff, set off by the white above and below, was bare today.

A wide green leather belt, buckled below the slash of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān navel, held the skintight stretch pants in place.

Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thighs, Durgesh kissed bare while making love with her, brushing his horny Hindu lips all along.

Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks too, Durgesh played with bare of them, squeezed and kissed brushing his horny Hindu lips all along.

She could never control.

Involuntarily, Al Zia Al Wahāb always kissed Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Prick, licked it, swallowed and sucked it hungrily.

“I have a dream, Durgesh!” she said once.

“Yes, my dear!” I prompted Al Zia Al Wahāb entering her evertight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt deepest.

Al Zia Al Wahāb kissed me,

“I love what Kħadījah Muħammad Sheikħ and Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah did to Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“I can understand, darling.”

“Promise me that I would do the same with the rascal, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd.”

“Would his Ammīs, wives, sisters and cousins help you?”

“You can’t make them to help me?”

I looked at Al Zia Al Wahāb gravely,

“I bear the same relation with his Ammīs, wives, sisters and cousins, Al Zia Al Wahāb, as I bear with you.”

“So?”Al Zia Al Wahāb smiled mischievously, and tightened her already tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal muscles around the entire length, thickness and strength of my Uncut Hindu Prick, buried deepest into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal depth.

“I never coerce any of my women to do anything they don’t want to.”

“Yes, I know. That’s why we Musalmān Beauties call you our Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!”

“I’m honored. I never want any misunderstanding between my women and me.”

Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān shapely legs too, so that her every Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān contour and every movement of her every muscle could be seen.

In her opinion, this was all she had, this voluptuous, truthfully promising, gifted and talented extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face and body.

I did not agree with her,

“You are a PhD, Al Zia Al Wahāb.”

“Yes, but it did not help me when I had to fight with that dirty rascal, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd.”

“Well,” I smiled, “is the fight over?”

“Never!” Al Zia Al Wahāb blazed, “He has to pay in the same way, Muħammad Åbdullah is paying to Kħadījah Muħammad Sheikħ and Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”

The question came,

“What’s the job?”

Vague gray eyes took in prospective the man they had considered for the job.

His resume was impressive.

Years of military experience had toughened his exterior, even killed off his feelings for the enemy, showing no mercy.

He was dishonorably discharged after nine years of devotion to his sector, lending himself as a free agent.

A deadly one.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd leaned back in his chair, his eyes pensively studying the Hindu youth.

He seemed steady enough to take the job without knowing what it pertained to.

His lips were drawn together, a clear indication of a man who rarely smiled.

Intense blue eyes were piercing, doing just as much harm as any weapon the man chose as his reference.

Like a wire, the man disconnected himself from emotions.

He didn’t have a family except for two brothers and grandparents, but he was pretty much on his own.

A loner.

Perfect man to hire.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd placed his hands on his vast gut, breathing harshly as his beady, gray eyes squinted in a closer study.

“What are you willing to accept for it?”

The young man squared his jaw.

“Tell me who I’m takin’ out, then I’ll let you know.”

He had a deep drawl, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd noted, but his cold approach dared anyone to be amused by it.

Anyone who did would have a lot to answer to, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd supposed.

To hide his alertness, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd cracked a smile as he exhaled.

“The job is for you to remove a man of importance.”

“Job description.”

It wasn’t a question, but a demand.

The man was tight and orderly when it came to the descriptions of his victims that he no doubt received from his training as a former BrigadierGeneral.

“Politician.”

“Family.”

“One daughter about the age of twenty.”

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd felt like shivering.

Yet he controlled himself.

He had to.

As the man commanded for information, he did not shift his gaze away, his animalistic stare like the devil himself.

The man was cruel when it came to the job.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd could see this.

“Reason for termination.”

“Wrong man for the presidency,”Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd disclosed, “He’s running for a new liberated party that’s turning heads in this sector. He tends to run against our candidates because he knows something about our government. In particularly, our President.”

The younger didn’t look intrigued.

As far as he knew, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd was struggling for the ultimate power.

The Årabs and other Musalmeen were already suffering from everlasting Hindu sex attacks very much.

Even then, the Hindus could not be held responsible.

The intense foolishness of Mullahs and Maulavīs of the Musalmeen kept forcing their educated Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womenfolk farther and farther away from their own males, for their own survival.

How could it be stopped?

The survival was basic human instinct.

Nothing could be successfully done against it.

His eyes remained chilled and insensible still.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd felt that he had ogled statues that were friendlier.

“Which is?” the hit man goaded.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd chuckled.

“I’m afraid that is something that I must keep secret. You must think I’m dim-witted and weak to betray the President’s secret.”

The former Brigadier General paused a beat, his black eyes tracing his interviewer before he muttered,

“Certainly not. But gimme the name and I’ll handle the rest.”

The elder frowned, though he found himself captured with fascination.

Usually, an assassin would want as much information as they could gather from the people who hire them.

Then perhaps this man truly was an expert at his job.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd couldn’t help but to be intrigued.

“Just the name? Surely you’ll need more information than that.”

The other stood silent.

“How on earth could you manage?”

The younger man sighed tiredly, his arms crossing across a built chest.

“You have your reasons for doin’ things, I have mine. Just gimme the goddamn name.”

“It’s Senator Muħammad Åbdullah, a democrat from Iraq Sector,”Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd blinked, slightly insulted by the man’s rudeness.***

Fātimah walked slowly down the dark street.

The rain was warm and soaked her quickly.

The rain was making the roadway glisten and the streetlights shone down to illuminate small sections of the street.

She took one-step at a time and when she reached her house, she stood outside of it for a few moments.

The only light on was in Durgesh’s room and she wished he were asleep.

As Fātimah slipped into the house, she hoped he had fallen asleep with the light on.

The key made a clicking sound in the lock and she was thankful her parent’s room was on the other side of the house.

She stepped inside and removed her wet sandals.

Her black dress was stuck to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, accentuating her Sunni Musalmān curves, Durgesh loved so much.

Her nipples were rock hard from the rain and the outline of her black lace bra was visible.

As she walked past the mirrored wall in the front entranceway, she couldn’t help but frown.

“I hate myself.” Fātimah whispered under her breath and quietly made her way up the stairs.

She entered her room and closed the door behind her.

She tried to listen into Durgesh’s room, but the fact she didn’t hear anything, didn’t mean anything.

He could be asleep or just working on his laptop.

He never listened to music, nowadays, so it was hard to figure out.

She wished at this moment that they didn’t share a bathroom.

She knew that if he were awake he would hear the water running and knew what time she got home.

Fātimah entered the bathroom and making sure that the door to his room was locked stripped naked.

She turned the hot water on and entered the shower.

The hot water felt good on her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body and as she washed herself, she wished she could remove the dirty feelings she had.

She could feel every part of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body that he had touched.

She wanted to scrub her lips raw.

Fātimah couldn’t get the feeling of his warm Hindu lips touching hers out of her mind.

She wanted to remember only one thing.

He is a Hindu.

And she is an ardent Sunni Musalmān girl.

How she can have sex with a Kāfir, a Hindu?

After showering, she unlocked the door to Durgesh’s room.

She pulled out a cotton nightie and slipped it over her head.

She slipped under her duvet and the moment her head hit the pillow she was fast asleep.

***

“Morning.”

“Yeah.”

Fātimah was sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast.

She was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.

She looked up as Durgesh entered the room.

He looked angry and all the emotions from last night came flooding back.

“I’m sorry Durgesh.”

“Yeah whatever.”

Fātimah winced at his harsh words.

She hated when he was mad at her because he had a way of making her feel like crap.

He also had a way of making her feel amazing so it balanced out.

Fātimah went back to eating her breakfast and heard Durgesh stomp around the kitchen, putting away dishes, and making his breakfast.

He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

Fātimah tried not to stare at him, but she couldn’t help it.

She knew what she wanted to do, but her parents were in the house so that was completely out of the question.

Just as Fātimah was putting her dirty dishes in the sink, her parents entered the kitchen.

“Hello my wonderful children.”

Fātimah grinned a bit.

Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad, was always acting silly.

Her parents were retired and spent their days golfing, hanging out at their cottage, and traveling.

Fātimah was eighteen and Durgesh was twenty, the son of her Ammī’s Hindu lover, Vishvās Shakr Mānav.

Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad, was afraid of her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid, very much.

She was revolting and he did not want to divorce her.

He could lose Kħadījah, but not Fātimah.

Never.

He loved Fātimah, his youngest daughter, very much.

Yet, it wasn’t as if they needed much supervision.

“Hi Abbū.” Fātimah kissed his cheek and smiled at her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid.

“How was your date last night, sweetie?” Fātimah’s Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid had similar features to Fātimah.

She was on the shorter side with large breasts and a curvy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān figure.

Fātimah always considered herself fat, but thought that her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid was just right.

Fātimah glanced over at Durgesh before answering.

“It was good. Mohan and I went to that nice seafood restaurant and then to a movie.”

“It was raining last night. I hope he walked you to the door.”

“Of course Abbū.” Fātimah bit her lip, hoping her lie wasn’t too obvious.

The truth was that Mohan and she had enjoyed a great dinner.

They had gone to a movie, but halfway through he had started to fondle her.

She passively tried to push him away, but it didn’t work.

After the movie, Mohan had parked his car in the deserted lot near her house.

Fātimah tried to protest, but it didn’t work.

Mohan was all over her and part of her loved the feeling of his hands and lips on hers, but part of her was feeling so guilty for what she was doing.

Durgesh had been so good to her.

She had made out with Mohan for a few minutes and then had asked him to stop.

He didn’t take that very well and that was why she walked home in the rain by herself.

“We’re off to the cottage for a few days. I did groceries yesterday so you guys should be set. Rashīdah is coming over on Wednesday to clean the house so make sure you stay out of her way.”

Her parents kissed their children on the cheek and then left.

Fātimah had gotten used to her parents being so carefree.

After her parents drove out of the driveway, she made her way upstairs to her room.

She had Sunday off which was nice.

Fātimah worked as a secretary in a very busy law firm.

Her official title was executive assistant to the family law department.

She liked her job and was lucky she got a job right out of college.

She heard Durgesh move around the house and heard him enter his room.

She knew she had to go talk to him, but was dreading the conversation.

Durgesh solved the problem for her.

Just as she was logging off her email, he stormed into the room.

“I fucking hate you.” And with that, Durgesh kissed Fātimah hard, pinning her against her desk.

The edge of the desk dug into her thighs.

Fātimah tried to pull away, but really didn’t want to.

I grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back.

I sucked her neck and nibbled along her jaw line.

“You’re such a fucking tease. And you fucking lied to Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid and Abbū, Imām Muħammad. Mohan made you walk home.”

Fātimah was moaning as she squirmed harder.

Durgesh let go of her hands so he could undo her jeans.

“I’m sorry. It was horrible. I promise.” Fātimah didn’t want to hurt Durgesh any more then she already had.

Durgesh yanked down Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s jeans and shoved his Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad was soaking wet and Durgesh grinned.

He rocked Fātimah Imām Muħammad back and forth on his Uncut Hindu Lund while he looked into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes.

All Fātimah could do was whimper.

His Uncut Hindu Lund felt amazing inside her and she didn’t want Durgesh to stop.

He undid his jeans with his other hand and Fātimah Imām Muħammad gasped as Durgesh dropped his jeans and boxers to the ground.

She loved Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

It was the perfect size and felt amazing inside her.

“Fuck me, Durgesh, please! Chodo mujhé Mérī Jān! Méré Hindu Piyā! ” Fātimah mouthed the words, “Fuck me till I exist.”

Durgesh spun Fātimah Imām Muħammad around and pushed her over her desk.

He spread her legs and slammed into her hard.

“You like my Uncut Hindu Lund Fātimah Imām Muħammad.”

Fātimah whimpered.

She loved Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund inside her and was on the brink of orgasm.

Durgesh fucked her roughly.

He was getting all his anger out.

He hated how they had to keep this secret.

He hated that she went out on dates with other Hindu guys.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad was his and only his.

“Oh Fātimah Imām Muħammad, your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy is dripping.” Durgesh threw his head back and sank his Uncut Hindu Lund into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān flesh.

Durgesh loved that Fātimah Imām Muħammad was curvy in all the right places.

It felt so good to fuck her this way.

“Fuck me harder Durgesh. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Fātimah knew he liked it rough and Fātimah Imām Muħammad was holding back so they could cum together.

Durgesh stepped away from her and pulled her to her bed.

He sat down on the edge and pulled her into his Hindu lap.

“Ride my Uncut Hindu Lund, Fātimah Imām Muħammad. Ride my Uncut Hindu Lund until I shoot my Hindu Vīrý deepest inside you.”

Fātimah nodded and slammed into his Uncut Hindu Lund.

It took nine nonstop hours of nonstop extremely powerful Hindu thrusts until Durgesh was cumming.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad felt every drop of his Hindu Vīrý inside her.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad reached down and after pushing against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit once, Fātimah Imām Muħammad herself was Cumming once more on Durgesh ‘s deepest buried Uncut Hindu Lund, as well.

We lay panting in that position for a long time, buried deepest inside Fātimah Imām Muħammad.

Finally Fātimah spoke,

“I walked home in the rain because Mohan wanted to have sex with me and I pushed him away. He refused to drive me home. I promise.”

Durgesh held Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face in his hands. “You drive me crazy Fātimah. Fucking crazy. I hate you and love you, all at the same time.”

“I know.”

Fātimah woke up when the sun shone into the window and shone right into her eyes.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad blinked and felt a warm body on top of hers, with a steel rod still buried deepest into her.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad was face to face with me.

I was lying on my back and had a victorious Hindu grin on my face.

When Fātimah Imām Muħammad thought about last night, Fātimah Imām Muħammad couldn’t help but smile.

The Moment her parents were gone, we had spent the day in bed having sex nonstop.

We had only stopped for lunch and dinner and had fallen asleep exhausted, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried deepest into Fātimah Imām Muħammad.

It was Monday and Fātimah had to go to work.

When Fātimah Imām Muħammad tried to get out of bed, I wrapped my arm around her buttocks.

“One more time.” I smiled.

Fātimah smiled too, as I lay on top of her.

I adjusted myself, pushed my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund back inside her and looked into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes.

“I want to be inside my Fātimah Imām Muħammad one more time before Fātimah Imām Muħammad goes to work.”

Fātimah couldn’t disagree and felt me push in and out of her.

It was slow and hard and was driving her crazy.

I strummed her hard nipples and held my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her until Fātimah Imām Muħammad came.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad arched her back and came hard.

“That’s my girl.” I kissed her nose and then thrust two more times before emptying myself inside her, “Now you can get ready for work.”

Fātimah grinned as she rolled out of bed to get ready.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked as an assistant at a law firm and as Fātimah Imām Muħammad got dressed, I lay in her bed watching.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad put on stockings and a black skirt with a white blouse and matching blazer.

It was a high-end law firm and Fātimah Imām Muħammad was expected to dress appropriately.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad didn’t dare look at me while she dressed.

I was in a constant state of horniness and Fātimah Imām Muħammad couldn’t be late for work.

“Bye Durgesh. Have fun at your other Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān penetrations of today.”

Before I had, a chance to touch her, Fātimah Imām Muħammad pulled away and rushed out the door.

I lay in bed debating on whether to get up or not.

I was a senior at the community college.

My classes were great since I had gotten into computer animation.

I wanted to spend the day in Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s bed, but knew it wouldn’t be any fun without her there.

I got up and dragged myself to college.

I worked quickly to get my assignments done and spent the rest of the time playing around with things.

I loved computers and loved animation.

I was the top of my class and was close to guaranteeing a full time job when I graduated.

My classes were done at two o’clock so I decided to go pick up Fātimah Imām Muħammad from work.

I had done that in the past and loved seeing where Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked.

I entered the elevator and went up to the fifteenth floor.

When the doors opened, I walked down the hall towards Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s office.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad had her own office, but there was no window.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad joked that it was once a closet, but it was in the perfect location.

The four lawyers Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked with had offices on either side so Fātimah Imām Muħammad was always close enough to help out.

I turned the corner and stopped cold.

I was standing outside her office and although I couldn’t see inside since the door was closed, I knew that sound.

It was the sound Fātimah made when her earlobe was being sucked on.

It was a precious sound to me since a year ago when we first got together I had done that to her and the sound was like music to my ears.

I thought he was the only one who could arouse her like that.

I knocked once and then opened the door.

It was unlocked and so I figured I could walk in.

The Moment I entered I knew what was occurring.

Fātimah was sitting up on her desk with her boss Shankar standing in front of her.

“Durgesh!” Fātimah pushed Shankar away and slid off her desk.

Shankar grinned at Durgesh.

“We’ll chat about that tomorrow Fātimah.” Shankar walked out of the office and left Durgesh and Fātimah standing in front of each other.

Fātimah was biting her lip waiting for Durgesh to say something.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad knew I was mad and Fātimah Imām Muħammad knew that nothing Fātimah Imām Muħammad said to me would make things right.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad had been having a secret affair with me for over a year and here Fātimah Imām Muħammad was making out with her boss.

“I was coming to visit you. Wanted to see if you could leave early. I’ll take the bus home.” I sounded so quiet and reserved.

My eyes were full of gravity and when Fātimah reached out to touch me, I pulled away fast.

I left her office and walked quickly towards the elevator.

He kept repeating in my head, “I’m not going to show any weakness. I’m not going to show any weakness.”

The Moment I got home I marched to my room and got on my computer.

I tuned everything out and didn’t even hear Fātimah Imām Muħammad come home.

Fātimah knew she had to talk to me and had spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what to say.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad knocked on my door and entered quietly.

“Can I just say a few things?”

I nodded and turned off my laptop.

“I love you. More then you will ever know. When guys pay attention to me I react. I feel so guilty afterwards because I know you love me so much. I can’t tell Shankar I have a boyfriend because he’ll want to meet him. You have no idea how much I wish we weren’t Hindu and Muslimah.” Fātimah looked into my eyes.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad had finally said exactly what she wanted to say the last year.

This wasn’t the first time Fātimah Imām Muħammad had flirted or made out with another guy, but this was the first time I had found out.

“Come here.” I turned the chair and gestured for Fātimah to come close.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad walked over and sat in my lap.

My Uncut Hindu Lund hardened immediately and I ran my hands under her skirt to the edge of her stockings.

“Fuck me.” Fātimah whispered the words as she pleaded with me with her eyes.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad needed me so badly and wanted to show me how much she loved me.

She herself undid my pants with one hand and sank my Uncut Hindu Lund into her quickly.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad gasped at the fullness.

I gripped her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hips and bounced her hard and fast on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I watched as Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s breasts bounced up and down.

“I’m going to use your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy Fātimah Imām Muħammad, all night long.” I knew how I loved her so much, even though Fātimah Imām Muħammad was a flirt.

However, I’d obliged Kħadījah today, Shankar’s girlfriend.

Kħadījah wanted me to fuck her for a long time.

I avoided her on this or that pretext, because Shankar was serious about Kħadījah.

He wanted to marry her.

His flirting with Fātimah made me free to oblige his equally beautiful girl friend Kħadījah.

I fucked Kħadījah to her heart’s content today, in all her three Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān holes.

“Promise me, Durgesh,” Kħadījah was overwhelmed with immense pleasure, “You’d fuck me like today, even after my marriage with Shankar.”

I smiled and kissed Kħadījah full on her crimson lips,

“Certainly, my darling.” My Uncut Hindu Penis was still deepest into Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, “Shankar does not want to respect my relationship with Fātimah. I’m not bound therefore to respect his relationship with you.”

“Thank you very much, Durgesh.” Kħadījah winked at me tightening her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal grip around my Uncut Hindu Cock, more and more, “Shankar is good, but you are the best.”

Chapter 12

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1