HVS Law Internationals: 5Posted: July 21, 2010
HVS Law Internationals
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was excited as she entered the bar to meet Noor.
She knew Noor would be shocked, OK, semi-shocked at her news.
There would be much discussion, giggling, etc., so Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān arranged for a meeting after work rather than at lunch.
Noor knew from their weekly sessions that Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had not repeated her actions with someone else.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had almost assumed that she would somehow need to visit Jabalpur from time to time, renewing her relationship with me, but that never happened.
And Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān didn’t seem inclined look for a more proximate substitute.
The two women laughed when Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān complained that Muħammad Ibrāhīm refused to let her suck me off in an effort to make her my fantasies more real.
Noor said Muħammad Ibrāhīm was really selfish and both let out a peal of laughter.
Noor really envied Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān when she heard the tales of Muħammad Ibrāhīm preferring to perform oral for Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān than get it himself.
She half fantasized asking Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān if she’d be willing to share.
In fact, it was Noor, not Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, who came to Jabalpur twice, and hooked up with me.
She called me ostensibly to give me regards from Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, but, after Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s glowing descriptions of the ecstasy to be found at the end of my magnificent Unique Uncut Hindu Cock, she knew that if given the chance, she’d be providing me blowjobs just like Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, and maybe much more!
At fifty-five, Noor was a full ten years older than Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was and nearly thirty years older than I was.
For her mid fifties, she knew she looked damn good.
Twenty-five years ago, she could have had any man she wanted, and she’d aged well.
Noor had dark red hair and maintained the figure she’d had since puberty 35B-24-35.
Her body looked good and responded easily to stimulation.
Despite her twenty-eight year marriage, Noor permitted herself to be stimulated often enough over that time that, were they to find out, many of her friends would think her a slut.
Noor made sure they didn’t find out.
She only told Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān of two flings, just to keep her friend talking.
Unlike Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, Noor never shared any of this with her husband Rasheed.
Rasheed was now sixty and worked long hours.
What little interest he had maintained after the third year of their marriage almost completely disappeared fifteen years ago.
Noor wondered if Rasheed ever suspected what she might be doing on one of their separate vacations, but neither ever spoke about it.
Most affairs were short-lived, meet on vacation, a few days of ecstasy, part friends and never meet again efforts.
Only two were closer to home and lasted several years each though Noor realized early on in each that neither would ever take her away from Rasheed.
Their benefits to her were purely physical relief.
Homogenous, that was the way to describe them, none more than a few years her junior.
Still, Noor realized fifty-five didn’t look like twenty-five, or even thirty-five.
She doubted she’d get me in the sack, though on more than several occasions, she did achieve some personal relief imagining it.
Noor Fātimah managed to meet me at my apartment.
I was and looked vivacious.
Any hopes Noor Fātimah may have had coming to my apartment went south faster than Noor Fātimah’s eyes traveled down my body.
I managed to open a bottle of wine while I reminisced with Noor Fātimah.
Although I knew Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān better in one way, I’d known Noor Fātimah longer and had been to several parties at Noor Fātimah’s house.
“Groan, and double groan,” was Noor Fātimah’s reply.
I slumped in the easy chair and sipped my juice.
Noor Fātimah had to sit on the sofa.
Things looked bleak to her.
“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I’m exhausted. Sorry, I really want to talk to you.”
“Those hours really build up the tension.” I stretched my arms and rotated my head.
“I give a great massage,” Noor Fātimah said, too quickly, and then added, “But you’ve always turned one down at the parties.”
At the time, it didn’t seem prudent to let the Ammī of my host get that close.
Now, in my own apartment, as tired as he was, it sounded much better.
“Mmmm. I’m too tired to say no.”
Noor Fātimah surprised me when, instead of walking behind my chair to massage my shoulders, she moved off the sofa and knelt between my legs.
Although quite unsuspecting, and pleasantly shocked, I made no move to stop her.
Rather I just groaned once more as Noor Fātimah began massaging my Hindu thighs.
“This should also relieve some of the tension,” Noor Fātimah said smiling.
“Mine or yours?” I laughed.
Not wasting much time pretending to massage me, Noor Fātimah quickly began stroking me and moving her hands higher on my thighs.
Brushing her fingers across my Hindu groin, she felt a large but yet soft lump.
Open mouthed, in mock surprise, Noor Fātimah said,
“Why Durgesh, you’re not wearing underwear!”
She moved her even yet extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān head to my Hindu crotch and began rubbing her face across my Hindu bulge, mouthing my inflating Uncut Hindu organ through the cloth of the operating room scrubs.
I let a hand drop to my lap and entwined my fingers in Noor Fātimah’s hair.
Gently I guided her face across my Uncut Hindu Penis, urging her to linger here or move there.
Noor Fātimah remembered how Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān told her I was so gentle as I held her head and fucked her mouth.
Noor Fātimah now felt her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy tremble.
How had she gotten so turned on?
Despite Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s testimonials to the excitement of oral sex with me, Noor Fātimah never figured she’d get that turned on.
Oral was good, but not as good as other stuff that involved her extremely hungry Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, and certainly not as good as Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān insinuated.
Now, however, as she let her head caress my rapidly hardening Uncut Hindu member, Noor Fātimah wondered if she, like Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, would climax during the oral act.
Noor Fātimah lifted her head from my lap to look for an extraction point where she could get a look at what felt so good against her face.
Finding a fly, she reached in and felt it, stroked it, wrapped her hand around it, well mostly around it, but didn’t try to pull it out right away.
She started saying things she knew from experience would enflame my Hindu passions.
After all, she had 27 Hindu lovers before me.
I was her 28th Hindu lover now.
“Allah, it’s so big. And hard. Mmmm, you’re much bigger than my husband is. ”
As she tried to tease me to a fever pitch, Noor Fātimah felt her own arousal rising.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was twitching, throbbing.
She carefully extracted the Hindu phallus.
Despite Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s descriptions and her own stroking, Noor Fātimah was still surprised when she saw it.
It was extremely attractive.
Almost 10 inches long, at least 3 in diameter, rock hard, standing straight up, lovely head, and lovely brown in color.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was now absolutely soaking.
Two years past menopause, Noor Fātimah didn’t suffer from any vaginal drying as some women did.
She needed no estrogen supplements to her diet.
Still, it wasn’t normal for her to get this wet.
She felt as if her juices had penetrated through her panties and were running down her legs to her stocking tops.
Was it the anticipation, that I was an absolute young Hindu stud hunk, the forbidden fruit of a Unique Uncut Hindu Cock?
She began talking to me again.
“This is making me so hot. Just kissing your Unique Uncut Hindu Cock is causing my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy juices to flow down my legs. A kiss makes my lips tingle. I want to suck you off, make you so hot you shoot in my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.”
I smiled my thanks.
“I want to taste it on my tongue and swallow for you. I never let my husband or other lovers cum in my mouth, but I need it from you.”
Noor Fātimah had never been one for giving a man complete oral.
She’d done it a few times when she’d had too much to drink but not often.
But now, as she spoke, she became obsessed with the notion of completing her act of fellatio.
From something, she enjoyed doing; it became something she must complete.
The eroticity of the thought overwhelmed her.
She leaned forward and kissed the head of my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock again.
Then she parted her crimson extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips slightly, moved her tongue so a narrow strip filled in between her parted lips, and dragged her mouth slowly down the length of my Uncut Hindu shaft.
It was then she felt it.
She’d actually had an orgasm!
Not the big one, but an unmistakable orgasm nonetheless.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy continued to flood moisture.
“Allah, I just came! That never happened to me before where I came without touching myself. Your Unique Uncut Hindu Cock is just hypnotizing me, Durgesh. I’ve got to suck you now. Can you cum for me into my Sunni Musalmān mouth? Please?”
My answer was to take her hair in my hands and make a ponytail.
Then, holding tightly at the base of the ponytail, I pushed her face toward my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock.
Noor Fātimah opened her mouth and let me enter.
“Many, many extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān women want this, Noor Fātimah darling. Don’t feel guilty. You are not alone.” I said as I began a steady up and down rhythm with my hand in Noor Fātimah’s hair, basically jerking myself off with her mouth. “Not nearly all have gotten it. So, my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock does more for you in your mouth than your incompetent Musalmān husband’s does in your extremely hungry Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, huh?”
Noor Fātimah was beyond speech, even if her mouth hadn’t been full.
She didn’t resist My hand alternately pushing her head down, then pulling it up by her hair.
Never had she fantasized about performing such an abased act.
Her previous fantasies always ended the oral element long before the Hindu man’s climax, although not necessarily hers.
Now, at this moment, she thought about the total debauchery of the scene.
A much older Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman kneeling between the thighs of a handsome, young, very well hung, Hindu stud engaging in a completely submissive act of oral copulation designed to have me shooting in her mouth.
What had been unthinkable when she walked in was now that which she desired most.
Noor Fātimah began to go mmmmm on my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock.
At first, she wanted to deliver the pleasure of a hummer.
Soon it was a reflection of her own level of stimulation.
Noor Fātimah felt it build within herself.
Then she knew it was inevitable as the waves in her extremely hungry Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt began cresting.
Her mouth twitched violently on my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock as a massive orgasm swept over her.
The turn on, I got from watching her climax, sent me over the brink myself.
I stopped my hand and held Noor Fātimah’s head still.
Her climax continued as she swallowed all that I delivered.
After a few minutes recovery, Noor Fātimah began stroking my deflating organ hoping to gain additional time with the irresistible Hindu phallus.
As the Unique Uncut Hindu Cock continued to shrink, Noor Fātimah heard my soft breathing.
She realized I was enjoying her very much too.
Despite the perverted nature of the act, Noor Fātimah let herself suck the Hindu stud’s Uncut Hindu Dick for more than ten minutes before she finally tucked it back into my pants and quietly let herself out.
After the night of the celebration, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān really scolded herself.
How could she be so reckless?
If anyone found out, she could be fired – and embarrassed around town, as the details would undoubtedly leak out.
She promised herself she wouldn’t yield to temptation again.
The following day, she called me at home and explained things to me.
She told me it was a mistake and not to discuss it at any time.
She made it seem almost my fault that she’d had too much to drink.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān told me if word got out I’d probably be regret it.
If I were discrete, however, then she’d see I got a very good appreciation even.
I felt very confident.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān felt sorry about that but wanted to make positively sure no rumors or whimpers surfaced.
She and Muħammad Ibrāhīm , however, made great use of the activities in her car that night to engage in some hot sex.
They also discussed things much more openly than they had after the incidents with me.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān discovered that Muħammad Ibrāhīm was aroused by the thought that Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān would blow me and then come home ready for sex.
It was like some kind of foreplay for them.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm remembered my days of youth and how I’d have done almost anything to receive a BJ from an older Sunni Musalmān woman, any older Sunni Musalmān woman, let alone one as voluptuous as Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān found the hard young Hindu manhood I possessed an incredible aphrodisiac.
The more she caressed it the hotter she got.
Taking it into her mouth was the best caress of all.
The climax reaffirmed her desirability as a woman.
She could still attract a young Hindu buck.
The weekend before my return to college, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān expressed to Muħammad Ibrāhīm her relief that nothing blew up about her fling with me.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm asked if she was sorry that she didn’t get to “see” me again.
“I guess not,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān replied. “It was too risky and I’d have been so humiliated if anything were known.”
“But that was while he was at the firm. After Friday, that all changes.”
“I know, I’ve thought about that a little, but I don’t think so.”
“Are you sure? Durgesh‘ll be away at college; he’s probably never coming back to your company anyway. Didn’t he say he wanted to go out west after graduation?”
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān began to re-think an idea she’d been toying with about giving I a farewell party.
Well not really a party, more of a date.
Well, date wasn’t quite the right term either.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled to herself; she knew what she meant but for some reason was being shy even in her own thoughts.
What was that about?
“I see that little smile,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm teased his extremely beautiful wife. “What’s going on in that dirty mind of yours?”
“Dirty? If I’m dirty, what are you? Pervert!” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said with a smile. “Well, I was thinking of maybe giving Durgesh a little going away party.”
“Uh, maybe more of a date.”
What sort of weird déjà vu was this? thought Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.
“What would you call it? Never mind, don’t answer; I know what it’s called. Anyway, I was thinking of getting a hotel room and meeting me there. I guess I’d like see if he really can make those four seminal deliveries he bragged about.”
“Where would you go?”
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān mentioned the most expensive hotel in the area.
“Would you go with me? Not to watch, of course, but we could spend the night after Durgesh left. It might be fun.”
“Yeah,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm mocked, “it might be fun at that.”
He had a big shit-eating grin as he lunged for Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.
“Not now. Later. I’ve got some work to do. But Muħammad Ibrāhīm, would you be an absolute sweetie and see if you can get us a reservation for next Saturday?”
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had noticed a certain passivity, almost sub-servience in Muħammad Ibrāhīm recently and for some reason decided to explore it.
She wanted to see how far he’d go to make this happen.
He seemed to want her to do this as much as she wanted to.
Was Muħammad Ibrāhīm enjoyed his cuckold role?
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān shuddered.
She could not believe it’s happening with herself.
And Muħammad Ibrāhīm her cuckold Musalmān husband?
She noticed how eagerly her husband called the hotel.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was beaming a few minutes later when he entered their study.
“I got the room! There is some convention at the hotel so rooms are a little more expensive. $350 for the night.”
“Wow!” But she thought to herself, does Muħammad Ibrāhīm realize he’s taking this active, expensive role just to help some other guy, a Hindu, Durgesh, can get a blowjob from his own extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife? This really does excite him, not just me.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm went to dinner Friday evening and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān described her plans for the following day.
She had been thinking of this all week and came up with some subtle, delicious ways for Muħammad Ibrāhīm to participate, and to see how far he’d go in getting his Sunni Musalmān wife my young Unique Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Tomorrow, I’d like to do a little shopping before we go to the hotel. I was thinking of picking up some lingerie and something for drinks. And I really want some nice stuff, so why don’t you get some cash before we leave? A thousand should be fine. I’m not going to spend anywhere near all of it, but just to be safe”
“A thousand’s a lot,” gulped Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
“How much do you want to get out?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān chided.
She figured he’d back down and he did.
“I thought we’d go to the hotel and I’d get dressed. I’ll meet Durgesh in the bar – you could sit at another table or lurk in the lobby if you want. Maybe you could wait at the bar while we’re in the room.”
“OK,” said Muħammad Ibrāhīm. “I think they have a TV at the bar.”
“I will meet Durgesh at 4:00. According to me, we should be done before 6:00. Then you and I can have the rest of the night.”
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān wondered, briefly, at how strange the idea that her husband would react to her sucking off a Hindu four times by saying, “Sounds great” really was.
Were they going down some kinky path that would get more and more depraved?
Well, she’d have to think about that after Saturday.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān led Muħammad Ibrāhīm out of the house at 11:00 on Saturday morning for the mall.
They stopped at the liquor store first where Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān picked out two bottles of Champaign at $150 a bottle and an $85 bottle of single malt scotch.
At Victoria’s Secret, she selected a very provocative bra, thong panty, and garter set.
She selected stockings that were just a shade lighter than her thighs.
At Ann Taylor, she picked out a powder blue dress that somehow managed to be classy, demure, and provocative at the same time.
She also selected a pair of patent leather pumps with 4-inch heels.
At the cosmetics counter, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān made Muħammad Ibrāhīm watch as she had the saleslady show her a variety of lipsticks, lip outliners, and application techniques.
All this totaled an additional $650 that Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān insisted Muħammad Ibrāhīm pay by credit card – just so they’d have cash if needed.
They arrived at the hotel by 1:30 and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān began to prepare.
She showered and shaved her legs.
She came out of the bathroom in a long tee-short and picked up the thong panties.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was pretending to watch TV, but she knew he was actually looking her very carefully.
She pulled on the panties and held up the hem of the shirt.
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, honey, come here a moment.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm responded very quickly.
“How does this look? Aren’t there a lot of pubes showing? Would you do me a favor? I really can’t see it that well, would you please shave me? You know, down there, so it’s really nice and trim, in case Durgesh accidentally sees, or I show Durgesh?”
To her extremely pleasantly shocked surprise, Muħammad Ibrāhīm was very eager to help prepare his wife.
This sort of role reversal – Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān preparing herself better for another man than she would for her own husband – seemed to turn him on.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān hiked up the shirt and lay back on the bed.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm brought out a towel and shaving things and moved a chair to the bed between her outspread thighs.
As he began to examine where to shave, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān hoisted her hips and whipped off the panties.
Her pubic mound brushed Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s face.
“Oh hell,” she said. “Just shave the whole thing clean. That should get me hot.”
And so he did.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was nude in the bathroom. She was painting her mouth.
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, honey, come here a minute. What was it that woman at the cosmetics said about putting on this lip liner? Here, honey, you do it.”
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān gave Muħammad Ibrāhīm the wand and stood there while Muħammad Ibrāhīm finished painting her lips.
She pursed them and asked how he liked them.
“Allah, honey,” he said. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Doing what?” she said, oh so innocently.
“You know damn well what. Making me get you ready for Durgesh. And you know it’s making me so hard. I almost hope he doesn’t show up. I’ll never last two hours down in the bar.”
“You’re so sweet,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said as she tweaked his crotch. “And you really are hard, aren’t you. Well, go put the Champaign on ice, then watch TV, I’ll be done in a few minutes, then we can go down and have a drink, separate tables of course, until Durgesh gets here.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm faced the TV, but mostly watched Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān as she put on her bra, garter belt, and panties.
She was rolling on the second stocking when she spoke.
“You know, he’s going back and probably could use a little extra help. I was thinking about giving Durgesh a present.”
“I’d consider what you’re going to give Durgesh a pretty damned good present.”
“Silly, that’s for me, for us, not him. No, I mean a real present.” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had the second stocking attached to the garter and was dropping the dress over her head.
She slipped on her pumps and walked over to the room’s desk.
She looked incredible!
Taking out a hotel envelope and handing it to Muħammad Ibrāhīm, she said,
“Come on, Muħammad Ibrāhīm; let’s give me a little reward.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm made a show of it, but he did take out his wallet and put a hundred dollar bill in the envelope.
He quickly thought better of it and slid in another $100.
He sheepishly held it out to Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.
She made no move to accept it.
“He’s going to do it four times,” she said, looking Muħammad Ibrāhīm directly in the eye.
Another $100 was placed into the envelope.
This time Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān accepted it.
“I can’t believe you’re making me pay Durgesh five hundred bucks to fuck your mouth. What’s worse, I can’t believe how hard it’s making me.”
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān wrote my name on the front of the envelope, and then made a display of licking the back flap and sealing it.
Then, with a flourish, she puckered and placed a red imprint of her lips on the seal.
Placing the envelope on the desk, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said,
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, honey, I’ve mussed my lips a bit. Would you get the lipstick and touch them up for me?”
Of course, Muħammad Ibrāhīm did just that.
As they reached, the door on their way out, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said,
“Just a minute.” She reached her hand under her dress and pulled off the thong and tossed it into the closet. “I don’t think I want those in the way when I get back up here.”
Downstairs, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān made Muħammad Ibrāhīm walk away from the bar just in case I had arrived early.
I wasn’t, so she took a table and ordered a drink.
She wasn’t particularly nervous, but the alcohol was helpful anyway.
When Muħammad Ibrāhīm saw she was alone, he walked over and took a seat at the bar where he could watch her.
Shortly before four, Muħammad Ibrāhīm saw me.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled at me broadly.
I sat down and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān ordered me a juice.
When we finished, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān charged the drinks to our room and the couple got up to leave.
While I was looking away, Muħammad Ibrāhīm made a face, like yuck, at his wife.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān looked back and sensuously licked her lips, then walked off.
When Muħammad Ibrāhīm tuned back, he saw that the woman tending bar had seen both his look and his wife’s response.
The bartender just shook her head and looked away.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm blushed and grabbed his beer.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had settled in at the bar, watching the afternoon ball game.
He didn’t expect Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān back until six.
Each time he ordered a beer, the bar maid smiled sweetly at him which made him all the more embarrassed.
He was watching the clock more than the game and all the time thinking about what was going on upstairs.***
Just before five, someone covered his eyes from behind.
“Surprise!” said Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān as she pulled her hands back and Muħammad Ibrāhīm spun around on my stool.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān kissed Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān full on the lips and told Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān to settle the check so they could go upstairs.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm gave the woman my credit card.
The bartender seemed to understand something kinky was going on.
As she started to get authorization for the charge, she turned to Muħammad Ibrāhīm and said,
“Are you certain you want to use your corporate card for this?” Then looking closely at the card, “Mr. Muħammad Ibrāhīm.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was flustered. “Uh, no, no. Let me get my personal card. This isn’t a corporate expense. Not sure why I gave you that one.”
The barmaid gave Muħammad Ibrāhīm back his card.
“Do you work at ‘Durgesh Kħadījah’? My boyfriend works there. Vikram Arvind?”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm stared at the bar and said nothing, but Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān moved forward.
“You have a Vikram Arvind working for you, don’t you Muħammad Ibrāhīm?”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was really embarrassed.
“Are you Muħammad Ibrāhīm?” she asked. “Vikram Arvind talks about you all the time.”
There was no way out, so Muħammad Ibrāhīm smiled,
“Nice to meet you. This is my wife, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.”
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān held out her hand.
The barmaid took it and said,
“Hi, I’m Åāýéshah Jibrān. You’ve got something on your cheek.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm turned to Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān to see what the problem was.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had a thick strand of creamy Hindu cum going from the corner of her mouth to her ear.
Also, her hair was mussed and her lipstick was totally smudged.
And there were literally, dozens of wet spots on her dress and then he saw a glob running between her generous tits.
“Oh my, I must be quite a Mess,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān declared.
“Yeah, you look a little different from when you were in here earlier with that young Hindu gentleman. Here,” Åāýéshah Jibrān said as she handed Muħammad Ibrāhīm a clean bar towel, “this will help clean your beautiful wife up.”
A thoroughly embarrassed Muħammad Ibrāhīm took the towel and mopped Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s cheek, then dabbed it across the bosom of her dress to blot my Hindu cum.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm kept the towel as he and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān left the bar.
By the time they got into the elevator, however, Muħammad Ibrāhīm was incredibly hot and hard.
He was imagining how his wife had sucked me again and again, and enjoying it very much.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān gave Muħammad Ibrāhīm an open mouth, full tongue kiss and Muħammad Ibrāhīm was fully knowledgeable about what that entailed.
It made both of them hotter.
In the room, Muħammad Ibrāhīm immediately saw that both bottles of Champaign were emptied and the envelope and bottle of scotch were gone.
He had neither time nor inclination to dwell on it as Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān swooned back on the bed and lifted up her skirt.
She left her dress, stockings and shoes on as she beckoned Muħammad Ibrāhīm to her.
“Well, Durgesh is a man of his word,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said as Muħammad Ibrāhīm surveyed her condition. “Four times in forty minutes. Allah he was hard! Do I look a Mess? I didn’t want to take the time to clean up. I wanted you up here with me. I really love you, you know that? Mmmm, honey, kneel down and soothe me. I rubbed myself so hard; I really need your soft wet tongue right now. But I’ll warn you, you’re going to have to work for my climax. I already came three times fingering myself while I blew Durgesh. That’s it, do you like it, all nice and smooth and bare?”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm simply couldn’t take it once he’d placed his head between her thighs.
All the preparation and waiting were too much for Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.
He’d barely begun licking her when he came trying to pull his cut Cock out of his pants.
But he couldn’t do anything for it.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was not as a fool as his wife Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān thought he was.
He never believed his wife Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān only sucked me.
He knew very well, she herself fucked me ravenously, both in her cunt and in her ass too.
But so what?
Muħammad Ibrāhīm knew he couldn’t fuck her that much ever as much I did.
“Oh Allah,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm groaned as he shot his load all over his hand. “Allah, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, how do you expect me to hold off with all the teasing you’ve done to me today? Allah, I got it all over my pants and hand.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm stood up and wiped his hand on the towel next to the bed, then pulled his slacks off and wiped the liquid off with the towel.
“It’s OK, honey,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said as Muħammad Ibrāhīm knelt down before her again and began licking her. “I’ll bet you can get yourself off again! I’ve already come three times and am working on four. Durgesh shot four times. He could have gotten five, but Durgesh wanted to go, and besides, you only paid for four!” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān teased.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm involuntarily jerked his head back at the cutting remark, but Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān caught her heel behind his neck and slowly brought his mouth back to her ache.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was right.
As she told Muħammad Ibrāhīm the story of what transpired that afternoon with Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.
I was able to bring her to a crashing orgasm with my Uncut Hindu Penis and get Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān off a second time as well.
I fucked Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān in every position she asked.
And she kept asking continuously.
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
23. A secret Smile
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
36. Saamved: Mantr 1