Laila Tayyab always felt a tingle in her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy coming across those commercials about those famous textile showrooms in Ranganathan Street, Chennai. Actually, it was during her first visit to Chennai that she had managed to see the other side of her beloved Hindu father. Durgesh, her Hindu father always remained a busy man, being one of the most successful Barristers and Freelance Writers in the entire globe.

He always wanted Laila Tayyab to be happy in whatever she did.

That is why he readily accepted her desire to pursue a career in Science although he personally wanted her to do an MBA in Finance.

After completing her Bachelors degree in Microbiology, Laila Tayyab wanted to become a certified Blood Bank Technician as she felt that the Jobprospects were tremendous.

It meant that Laila Tayyab had to move to Chennai for undergoing her studies in a reputed medical university there.

Although Durgesh and his new Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ‘wife’, Zāhidah Waħāb, felt sad about this, Durgesh wasted no time in getting admission for Laila Tayyab in the institution she had desired.

A year ago, Durgesh and Laila Tayyab alighted at Egmore station and booked a double room in the narrow Kenneth Lane opposite to the station.

The first day was rather hectic with both of them spending almost half a day in the University for completing the formalities. After lunch, they managed to find out a decent women’s hostel close to Nungambakkam railway station.

They had planned to go for shopping the next day but weren’t aware that their lives would change on the very next day.

It was a Saturday morning when they squeezed through the buzzing Ranganathan Street in Mambalam.

Laila Tayyab went about purchasing a whole lot of things while Durgesh was content in paying off the bills with a smile on his face.

Finally, she had to buy some inner garments and felt a bit embarrassed to have her Hindu ‘father’ with her.

Durgesh was not her real father.

Her Ammī, Zāhidah Waħāb,deserted her real husband, Tayyab Muħammad, when she found herself still so beautiful that she could get even the great Durgesh for her bed.

Durgesh was clever enough to understand her dilemma and preferred to stay outside the showroom so that he can smoke a cigarette which he was missing since they left the Hotel.

While he waited outside the vast complex, Laila Tayyab took her own time in buying whatever she needed.

It took almost an hour for her to return and once she did, her face was pale and panicky.

“Where do we go now?” Durgesh asked her innocuously.

“To hell,” Laila Tayyab snarled at her Hindu father.

“W..h..a..t..?”

“Sorry Daddy,” Laila Tayyab was trying to wipe off her tears, “Let’s go back to the hotel.”

Durgesh realized that something had gone wrong in the complex but seeing Laila Tayyab looking tentative, he preferred not to pester with her any further.

They took an auto rickshaw from Usman Road and reached the hotel without talking to each other during the travel.

While Durgesh remained outside the room wondering what might have gone wrong, Laila Tayyab was sobbing once in a while.

Finally, it was around early evening that the concerned ‘father’ wanted to break the silence and know what exactly had happened to his Musalmān ‘daughter’.

“Shall I order a nice cup of coffee for you?” Durgesh asked softly while his fingers stroked his ‘daughter’’s hair.

“No, Just leave me alone for the day.” She replied without even bothering to look at him.

“Laila Tayyab, what is bothering you? I am worried,” Durgesh said with genuine concern and anxiety, “Don’t you feel that you are being too harsh with me since morning, for nothing I’ve done to you?”

Laila Tayyab didn’t reply this time either but instead began sobbing again.

“Laila Tayyab,” Durgesh felt like his heart was getting broken to pieces “darling, I can’t see you crying. You got to tell me what your problem is.”

Laila Tayyab finally sat up and gazed at her Hindu father.

He was absolutely right.

She had needlessly been harsh with her beloved Hindu father for no fault of him.

She knew that he had to return the next day and if she didn’t disclose her problem, he would return home as a very confused man.

“Actually,” Laila Tayyab began to speak.

Durgesh felt relieved as she was about to reveal her problem.

Laila Tayyab hesitantly narrated what had happened in the textile showroom where she had gone to buy her inner garments.

Laila Tayyab had in fact finished her purchases at the stores within no time.

She had been waiting for the lift on the fifth floor when a couple of local boys had told her that the lift wasn’t working.

Laila Tayyab had decided to climb down the stairs, which was partly dark due to poor lighting and also because of the cartons stacked on either side.

The two Hindu boys who had misled her about the lift were waiting for her in the stairs and as she came, the two Hindu guys caught hold of her and had molested her in the dark.

“Oh my Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” Durgesh exclaimed.

He began to fume in anger.

“I have never let a Hindu guy touch me all these days,” Laila Tayyab sobbed, “but the two Hindu guys went about doing whatever they wished in broad day light.”

“You mean…?” Durgesh stammered.

“Oh no they didn’t actually go very far but they just kept touching and pressing you know what I mean is…” Laila Tayyab stumbled for words.

Durgesh clearly understood what his Musalmān ‘daughter’ couldn’t tell bluntly.

He was relieved that nothing untoward had happened to her although to hear his ‘daughter’ say that two Hindu guys had tried to molest her wasn’t a pleasant experience by any means.

“Take it easy, Laila Tayyab,” Durgesh tried to pacify her, “This is a huge city; not like your town. You have different people coming from different backgrounds. Unfortunately, you have come across these Hindu perverts so soon.”

“I am scared, father,” Laila Tayyab leaned on her Hindu father’s shoulders.

“You better forget whatever happened today.” Durgesh said giving a gentle hug to his ‘daughter’, “After all, they have just tried to touch you. Ignore them.You are extremely beautiful, darling!”

“But I felt it very odd,” Laila Tayyab persisted, “They were touching me….in all those…oh no..”

There was a pause in the room as both of them remained silent.

Durgesh eventually broke the stunning silence by planting an affectionate kiss on his Musalmān daughter’s forehead.

“What you need is a good strong coffee,” He stood up and said, “I will get you some pills so that you don’t end up with a bad headache.”

He went out and returned after ten minutes.

The room service had promptly sent a nice foaming coffee that brought some relief to Laila Tayyab.

She somehow managed to divert her attention by watching some funny soap on the TV.

“Are you feeling better?” Durgesh asked.

Laila Tayyab nodded with a smile in agreement.

Durgesh walked over to her and sat down next to her on the bed.

Laila Tayyab innocently laid her head against his chest and she could listen to his heart beating.

A few minutes passed and Durgesh wrapped his arm around her.

Laila Tayyab felt extremely nice being hugged by her beloved Hindu father and closed her eyes.

“Touches don’t matter,” Durgesh whispered into her ears, “Are you clear?”

“Yes Dad!” she replied with her smile intact.

“Do you feel anything if I touch you here?” Durgesh used his fingers and trailed over and around her soft Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lips.

Laila Tayyab felt like experiencing a very mild electric shock passing through her young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body.

“No, it is just a nice feeling,” She replied.

“And, if I touch you here?” Durgesh’s fingers stroked her fabric on her stomach and made a circle around where her navel was.

“Yes something, something tickles.” Laila Tayyab replied but her voice went a bit low.

“Now?” His fingers caressed her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.

Laila Tayyab trembled due to the unprecedented feeling.

“It is much different but nice feeling.” She replied.

Laila Tayyab felt his left hand coming over her shoulders and trying to get down on her chest.

She could feel his hands not even tremble for a second, before he cupped her left breast softly.

Unlike the previous occasions, he wasn’t asking anything but let his hands remain on her breast for a while.

Laila Tayyab felt the feeling terrific as she wrapped her arm around his Hindu waist and gave him a gentle squeeze herself.

After a few minutes, Durgesh eventually spoke again,

“If you don’t like me touching there, tell me.”

Laila Tayyab wasn’t replying.

Her beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān eyes were pinned to the TV, although she wasn’t paying any attention to what went on the screen.

Her heart was beating harder and she wished she could tell her father that he wasn’t supposed to touch even his Musalmān daughter there.

“I never imagined that you have grown up into such a wonderful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl.” Durgesh whispered into her ears while his right hand stroked aside the hair that fell on her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān face.

“Daddy,” Laila Tayyab whimpered.

Durgesh got a bit bolder and planted a series of gentle kisses on her cheeks.

Laila Tayyab shuddered feeling a Hindu man’s lips on her silken Saåūdī Årab Musalmānskin.

Durgesh’s tongue popped out and began stroking underneath her ears and further down on the side of her neck.

“Oh Daddy,” Laila Tayyab hushed.

Durgesh’s left hand gradually tightened its grip on her young tender left breast.

His thumb began exploring the globe searching for her nipple.

“Does it hurt?” Durgesh asked for which Laila Tayyab didn’t answer.

He resumed kissing her and after letting his Musalmān daughter feel him breathe hot, his Hindu lips reached out to hers and pressed gently against them.

Laila Tayyab realized that she was enjoying his Hindu kiss and couldn’t resist her temptation to kiss him in return.

Durgesh’s excitement became immediately evident as he began gripping his Musalmān daughter tighter and started pulling her much closer to him.

Soon, they were inside a very passionate embrace.

Durgesh’s Hindu hands moved all over her back and front while Laila Tayyab sat like a doll without resisting.

She realized that her Hindu father was kissing her harder as his Hindu tongue was getting thrust into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

Laila Tayyab began feeling like a real Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman as she experienced the first tingle in her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān crotch as her hands landed on her Hindu father’s enormous Hindu bulge ‘accidentally’(?).

For a slightest moment, there appeared a secret smile on her lips, but disappeared immediately.

She was all alert now.

“I am seeing that you are loving this.” Durgesh said with a smile.

His Hindu fingers encircled each one of her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān nipples through the fabric of her pure cotton chuđīdār.

“They are hard; aren’t they?” Durgesh asked.

Laila Tayyab blushed and nodded her head.

“Daddy wants to see them, if you don’t mind, darling!” Durgesh said giving another squeeze to her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts and pulled her towards him.

Laila Tayyab sat motionless as her Hindu father went about undoing all those hooks and pulling off her chuđīdār.

Her hands came to the rescue of her young well-shaped Musalmān breasts that were held inside a perfect bra.

Durgesh’s Hindu eyes were glowing in lust as he pushed aside her hands.

He leaned forward and licked her cleavage sending a mild shock on her nipples.

Laila Tayyab couldn’t stand anymore as she fell back on the bed, closing her face with her hands.

Durgesh quickly pulled off his T-shirt and trousers.

He leaped forward and began kissing her hard pink nipples.

His experienced Hindu hands slipped down between her smooth Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs and began rubbing her panties through the fabric.

“Oh daddy,” She whimpered, “Please..Please..Daddy, don’t stop.”

Durgesh kept rubbing her faster and faster making his little Musalmān daughter wetter and wetter.

He began alternating between his daughter’s Musalmān breasts while his Hindu hands were busy teasing her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs, legs and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

His Hindu hands soon pulled down her panties and before she could realize, he had slid a Hindu male finger inside her virgin Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Laila Tayyab was beginning to writhe in joy.

He was very gentle on her young Musalmān breasts.

His Hindu lips had some magic as they kept arousing her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān female sensations by brushing all around her perky nipples and all over her areola.

He wasn’t trying to devour her young Musalmān Tits but was pressing just enough inside his Hindu palm and teasing them with his lashing Hindu tongue.

Laila Tayyab held his head hard against her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts clutching his hair with tremendous Saåūdī Årab Musalmān female strength.

Her legs were beginning to spread wide apart and she knew that a few drops of precum were already oozing out of her tight Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Durgesh suddenly unleashed his Hindu manhood and dove it up against her leaking Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt .

“Oh daddy, please, please, fuck me!” Laila Tayyab began squealing and screaming.

She was excited about the prospect of her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān virginity being taken away by her own Hindu ‘father’.

Durgesh wasn’t waiting.

He readily rammed his enormous Uncut Hindu Dick deep inside his Musalmān daughter’s tight Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy letting her groan in agony and pleasure.

Laila Tayyab did feel the initial discerning feeling of having her first Uncut Hindu Dick inside her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān hole but couldn’t help enjoying the feel of her Hindu Daddy’s muscular Hindu cannon making inroads.

Within a few minutes, Durgesh had managed to let almost the whole of his long Hindu meat inside his Musalmān ‘daughter’, and as they began motioning their waists against each other, the intrusion was soon complete.

Durgesh was fucking his Musalmān ‘daughter’, like mad, and Laila Tayyab kept screaming in pleasure.

He wasn’t the kind father anymore but a lusty Hindu man shoving his gigantic Uncut Hindu Dick inside a virgin’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

He mercilessly went about the Job of rigging her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy with incessant thunderous Hindu strokes letting his huge Uncut Hindu Dick pound her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy like a monster.

They breathed and heaved together as Durgesh kept increasing the tempo of his fucking.

Laila Tayyab’s extremely beautiful nude Saåūdī Årab Musalmān legs wrapped around her Hindu father’s nude waist and she even lifted her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass an inch above on the bed to let her Hindu father have an easier access to her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

They kept fucking like lovers for a while before Laila Tayyab felt her body getting stiff.

“Daddy, What is happening to me?” She yelled out with her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body trembling like fever.

She was letting the pleasure take over her body, mind and spirit as Durgesh clinically went about rampaging her young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt with utter disdain.

She was through with her first climax.

And soon Durgesh exploded too, of course, deepest, inside her virgin Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

The hadn’t used any condom at all.

Laila Tayyab had wrapped her extremely beautiful nude Saåūdī Årab Musalmān legs around Durgesh’s nude Hindu waist, pulling him, thus, towards her as much as she could.

She was enjoying Durgesh’s first Hindu explosion now deepest into her virgin Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

It kept on bursting there, bursting and bursting as if till infinity.

They moaned and groaned before collapsing on the bed.

They slept naked for the next two hours, in the same way, Durgesh deepest inside Laila Tayyab, before waking up well past sunset, only to resume from where they had already left.

They forgot how long it continued.

Even Durgesh could not notice the secret smile Laila Tayyab had on her lips.

Durgesh was fucking her madly again.

Laila Tayyab was a new young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy for him.

But Durgesh was her life.

Laila Tayyab was the only person who knew there were no ‘two Hindu guyes’ ever, anywhere, who had ‘molested’ her.

It was all Laila Tayyab’s carefully thought out plan to make Durgesh see what she had for him.

And she succeeded.

The great legendary Uncut Hindu Penis of Durgesh was now inside her virgin Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy forever.

Allah, she was dying for it right from the moment she had seen Durgesh fucking her own extremely beautiful Ammījān.

It was an extreme mental torture for her that under the same roof, her Ammījān was enjoying the very Uncut Hindu Penis, Laila Tayyab was dreaming of, desperately.

Chapter 16

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