Ved Nagar: 4Posted: August 6, 2012
Yet I was not sure, even now, why the Musalmān Beauties were so extremely attractive at all and why almost all of them were so crazy to have sex with me that they never cared for their parents, housepersons and even their Musalmān husbands if they were married.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was 29 now.
Zubaydah Bābar was also now 29.
Nishāt Nazli was also 29.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was also 29.
I was 63.
A whole year had passed.
Bābarah Åālamgīr didn’t let them go.
Neither they themselves wanted to now.
All of them were still dying to have sex with me.
And Bābarah Åālamgīr had vowed gravely to join my bed too with my express consent.
Her patience to wait for my consent was really commendable however.
She always threatened to rape me if I didn’t fuck her, but she never did it, not even tried to do it ever.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah sucked me off for a long time always keeping me from cumming, letting me work up a good head before she released me and crawled on top of me again.
“You seem to like that position.” I smiled and commented teasingly, as she lowered herself onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She felt it split her quivering crimson Musalmān lips then spear her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
With a grunt, Nasīm Muåāwiyah dropped all the way onto me.
“Umm, Yes, Vallah, I do. It fills me so full in this position.” A cunning smile brightened her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face, “Moreover it gives me a great feeling of supremacy on great Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! That even the great Durgesh is not fucking me. I’m fucking the great Durgesh, instead.”
I looked at her with slight alarm,
Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled a little,
“No, the other two wonder, but I think they don’t believe it. It’s just that Bābarah Åālamgīr and I talked about it before, so I guess I’m kind of her sounding board. She really wants to, you know, she really loves you too.”
“I know. I love her too.”
“No, you don’t. You think she loves you as your stepdaughter. Never. Bābarah Åālamgīr never loved you as a stepdaughter. She always loved you as her dream man.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“I know. That’s the trouble with you. You have fucked countless of us Musalmān Beauties but you never knew why it was so. You have something extraordinary the other Hindus even don’t have. You are so full of your immense Hindutv, your immense Hindu manhood that you always radiate it. No female who comes ever in your contact can win the masculine attraction you always radiate. She’s so obsessed with it that she is never normal until she does not get your Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Musalmān Choot ever ravenous for you.”
“You don’t believe me? Don’t, if you don’t want to. You always disbelieved the women who really loved you. You think they always tell a lie to you, to please you. You think you are an ordinary man. Nonsense. Who else is having a dispute that he is thirty years older or younger?”
Now that Nasīm Muåāwiyah had me, in the middle of sex, I was receptive and my defenses were down.
It seemed so comfortable and natural to talk about it with Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
I realized that in all the years of Live in Relationship to Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s Ammī, I had never achieved this level of emotional intimacy with her, I was achieving with Nasīm Muåāwiyah and her 28 years old friends.
With that realization, came a warm glow spreading through my body.
I reached up and pulled Nasīm Muåāwiyah down to me.
I held her close, while my hips worked my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her.
“Umm, I like this position too.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah breathed. “I just want you to know that as far as I’m concerned, if you make love to Bābarah Åālamgīr, I think it would be beautiful. Not sick or weird. She told me what you were worried about. I agree with her. I think it would strengthen your relationship and increase your love for one another. So if you decide to, you have my full support and help if you want it. But for now just fuck me.”
We spent the next few minutes doing just that until she came and the flow of juices over my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls felt so warm and comforting that I blasted into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“I’m really beginning to like this. But I like just being with you too.” She thought to herself. Then the fear started to slide over her. “What if this is just a fun thing for me and I get tired of it. I don’t want to give you up.” and she realized that she was falling for me.
I woke the next morning with Nasīm Muåāwiyah still under me.
I slept on her.
She felt so warm and comfortable there, as I looked at her, I felt a wave of pleasure roll over me.
I leaned over and kissed on her beautiful lips.
Starting at her shoulder, I ran my hand down over it and to her Musalmān tit then across her belly to her thigh.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled in her sleep.
I ran my hands over her.
It was down her back and over her extremely beautiful gorgeous Musalmān ass.
I enjoyed the feel of her bare Musalmān skin under my hand and the sweetness of her smile.
Before long, I let my hand pause and run over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass.
Then I lowered down to the swell of her butt where it met her Musalmān legs.
I could feel her wetness now on one of her Musalmān legs.
I smiled to myself.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah responded by trying to pull me inside her, even farther, and letting out a little moan.
I smiled and let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide more into her.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah responded immediately by lifting up to meet me.
I kept it up for a few minutes then slid out from under her, letting her roll onto her belly, all the time keeping my Uncut Hindu Lund working, until I positioned myself behind her, between her Musalmān legs.
I began to pump slowly on Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
Her groans became louder and more demanding while I fucked her from behind.
It took longer than I expected her to come fully awake.
But I was not finished even yet.
I kept up the pounding, until I pumped my Hindu sperm deepest inside her again.
This time it was with a scream that I feared could be heard by the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls downstairs.
I lay with her as my Hindu member started to deflate and harden once more.
“That is the most wonderful wake up I have ever had.” She told me as we cuddled up.
I could get real used to that.
I hesitated for a second as I realized that she was becoming a comfortable part of my life.
“Maybe that’s what I had in mind.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah drifted off to sleep then with those words in her ear and although she heard them and they registered, she was too lost in near sleep and sexual release to comprehend fully what I had just told her.
I lay with her a few minutes as she slept, then quietly slipped out of bed and headed for the kitchen to order to make coffee.
I backed out of the room and closed the door so as not to wake her.
I was halfway across the room and nearly in the kitchen, lost in my thoughts, before I realized that Bābarah Åālamgīr, Nishāt Nazli, and Zubaydah Bābar were sitting there, all wearing a smirk and nothing else.
“From the sound of things you had a good morning.” Bābarah Åālamgīr quipped.
Nishāt Nazli stood up.
She crossed the space between them in two steps.
It was beginning to re-inflate now.
It was a long intense kiss.
Then she broke the kiss with me.
“From the feel of you I did have some fun. It’s all covered in cum.” Nishāt Nazli smiled.
Then before I realized what Nishāt Nazli was going to do, Nishāt Nazli dropped to her knees, took my Uncut Hindu Cock into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and started sucking me wildly.
A long wild suck it was.
She cleaned my Uncut Hindu Cock of the mixed juices on it.
Then with that pronouncement, Nishāt Nazli stood and took back her seat.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had been waiting for an hour.
Of course, she wasn’t alone.
I was still fucking her.
She knew the entire Executive Council was with her, however.
She never imagined I was so humane and so Democratic.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stirred her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks restlessly in my male Hindu lap, swallowing my Uncut Hindu Cock into her ever shrewdest ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt once more.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan felt himself flushing.
He fought to control his wrath and resentment.
Allah, he never thought it was even possible that some day he might even resent his utmost successful daughter.
He hesitated to engage in a shouting match with his own daughter.
Besides, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was now well practiced in the political wars.
He was a Hindu.
He wanted to extinguish only his communal sexual lust with them.
Well, most of the morons still believe so, but not the intellectual ones now.
Now, he has successfully using them in the Dream City Ved Nagar.
Under this fearless disguise she managed to run her seven so called sex obsessed movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service.
Durgesh has trained her in everything he himself was expert in.*
Nasīm Muåāwiyah and I, both were alert when we found we were not alone in our bedroom.
I fucked Nasīm Muåāwiyah entire night in different positions.
We even slept in missionary position.
I was still inside her fully embedded when I awoke.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah saw her first.
“Ms. Muåāwiyah?” she smiled disarmingly.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked her curtly.
“Who are you? And how the hell did you manage to get in our bedroom while we were sleeping?”
“Well, well, well.” The intruder Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty, herself too in her glorious nude, smiled, “I always thought you were smart. After killing my younger brother, it was really a smart step to come under the shelter of Durgesh.”
I watched her thoughtfully.
It was always a possibility with me.
Sometimes it actually happened too, so many times.
Yet, even then, it didn’t mean the intruder was really telling the truth necessarily.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah watched her scornfully.
“Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.” The intruder cooed, “They call me Al Zakāt Al Qāsim. Muħammad bin Qāsim was my younger brother.”
“I’m here to tell you I won’t let you get away with it.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at me.
“She is playing some deep game, Durgesh darling.”
“You don’t know her?”
“I don’t know her. I don’t know any bloody Muħammad bin Qāsim. Either she is mistaken in identifying me, or she is playing some deep game.”
“You aren’t Al Ħamd Al Åbbās?”
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled ironically.
“She has successfully fooled everyone. So many Musalmān Beauties, quite dangerous and fugitives from justice, now scheme to get benefits from your extraordinary sex obsession of having sex with every possible Musalmān Beauty that comes into your contact. She is also one of them.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah met my eyes bravely.
“She is either lying or she is mistaken.”
“It had started to rain that morning when you, Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, parked your car in the fenced-off parking lot reserved for employees in the executive offices of the Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.” Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled tartly, “The precipitation, the rainfall, was a cold, wintry rain. You, Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, rolled up the windows of your car, bundled your raincoat about you and walked briskly to the side entrance marked Employees Only.”
“It was still raining at noon,” Al Zakāt Al Qāsim went on smiling cynically, “but there was no necessity for you to leave the building. The employees of the Executive Officers were able to use the underground tunnel to the cafeteria in the main building. At quitting time, you were in the midst of work on some specifications that you knew should go out in the night’s mail. It would have taken you about thirty minutes to finish up. You were never the one to watch the clock on a secretarial job. You pounded away at the keyboard of your computer, heedless of the exodus of other employees.”
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