Ahal-Al Bayt-9

Posted: May 25, 2010 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat |3 Comments

Chapter 9

The obsession continued

Kħadījah stroked Muħammad faster and Muħammad was rock hard.

“Your cut Musalmān Cock is so hard, and you know why, isn’t that right, Muħammad? It’s because you want your wife, Kħadījah, to go out with Hindu men, you want me to return home freshly fucked with Hindu Vīrý oozing out of me and you want to clean me out. Don’t you Muħammad?”

“Yes.”

“Say it for me, Muħammad. Give me your blessing and Muħammad, I promise I won’t disappoint you.”

Muħammad smiled.

“Kħadījah, I want you to feel free to date Hindu men. I’ll pay for it and I hope that you will let me watch sometimes and also let me clean you up when you return.”

“Yes darling. Allah! Muħammad, thank you. Thank you, thank you. You will not regret this, I promise.”

Kħadījah went to the bed and opened her legs.

“Come here darling and fuck your slut Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah.”

Muħammad mounted his wife, in earnest, after Kħadījah opened her legs wide on their bed and invited him to take her.

Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was super wet and slippery and Muħammad moved in and out of her with relative ease.

They were caught up in the moment of Sunni Musalmān-hot passion and exhilaration.

Muħammad felt strong and confident as he pounded his meat into her wet hole.

Kħadījah responded verbally and physically, moaning and thrashing her head wildly from side to side with her eyes shut.

As Muħammad looked down at her, he couldn’t help but see the Sunni Musalmān woman he married, in the slut Kħadījah was becoming.

Feeling love running through him, filling him with joy and the desire to express himself with her, Muħammad leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.

Kħadījah opened right up for him.

Their tongues met once again and danced with one another as their bodies pressed together in sexual harmony.

When Kħadījah moaned into his mouth, their kiss ended and Muħammad moved his hands alongside her shoulders.

He pushed himself upward.

Muħammad thrust with quick short strokes to increase the intensity for both of them.

Muħammad wanted to cum with her.

Her mouth remained open and Kħadījah arched her back as the first waves of pleasure crashed within her.

Short bursts of air escaped her lips before the sound of her voice returned.

Muħammad alternated pounding her with short strokes and then long strokes that resulted in their bodies colliding hard against the other.

Soon enough as her body relaxed beneath him, Muħammad came.

Kħadījah wrapped her arms and legs around Muħammad and Just like that they were kissing and tonguing each other again.

Her lust lay in rest beneath her beautiful sparkling eyes as Muħammad lifted his head up to look at her.

“I love you, Kħadījah.” Muħammad said and kissed her on the lips again.

“I love you too.” Kħadījah replied and kissed Muħammad back.

They lay together, embracing and kissing one another for several minutes until they drifted off to sleep.

Muħammad woke first.

Muħammad was on his back and Kħadījah had snuggled up to him.

Her head lay flat on his chest and her arms were close to his neck as though Kħadījah were embracing Muħammad or at least hanging on.

This was a wonderful moment and Muħammad wanted just to lay here holding his wife, feeling her pulse as Kħadījah slept in his arms.

But a maverick strand of her hair found its way into his nostril and made Muħammad feel a need to sneeze.

He tried exhaling through his nose but the uncomfortable itch remained.

The sneeze was only a matter of moments away as the tension continued to build.

The itch remained a constant irritation until finally Muħammad mustered the courage to lift his arm and gently wipe her hair from his face.

At last, Muħammad was breathing comfortably again and Kħadījah was still asleep.

While they lay together, Muħammad thought about them, their lives as a couple and the feelings, hopes, and needs they expressed to one another when they were together.

When Muħammad thought about them that way, there was no room for someone else in their lives and Muħammad wondered how and why he ever got into the fantasy of sharing Kħadījah with another man in the first place.

But it didn’t take long and soon his thoughts of her, in the arms of another man, brought life back to his dick.

Muħammad was hard again.

To which extent Muħammad had lost his Bhogyantrānk to the Hindus, it was self-explicit.

It was only fantasy.

Still, if Kħadījah went for it and made it hot for him, Muħammad’d probably go along.

Muħammad didn’t actually want her in bed with anyone but him.

The thought of someone else getting to touch her, witness her sexual joy, and lay with her in the quiet aftermath disturbed him and suddenly he wrapped his arms around her.

Kħadījah woke.

“Hi,” Kħadījah said.

“Hi.”

They kissed and Kħadījah withdrew.

“I’m cold.” Kħadījah reached down to pull up the Sheets and they were on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Kħadījah got out of bed and said,

“I need to pee.”

Muħammad looked at her and captured a mental snapshot of her beautiful body before Kħadījah left.

Kħadījah really was a very striking Sunni Musalmān woman in the nude.

Many Sunni Musalmān women could look great dressed but not many of them pull it off in the nude.

Muħammad’s wife Kħadījah was one of them and that made Muħammad a very lucky man.

Muħammad needed to pee too.

He also rose off the bed.

Muħammad could wait for Kħadījah to come back out before going in and so he pulled the Sheets and blanket up onto the bed.

When Kħadījah returned from the bathroom, Kħadījah was wearing a pink fluffy robe that covered her body from shoulders to ankles.

On her feet were her pink and fluffy slippers.

Kħadījah looked cute in them but not sexy.

Muħammad suddenly felt awkward standing in the nude.

They kissed briefly on the lips and then Kħadījah said,

“I need to ask you something.”

“Can it wait, I need to pee.”

“No. I really want know something. And now is the perfect time to ask because I’m wearing this frumpy robe you hate and we Just made love so you can be objective when you answer me.”

“Okay Kħadījah, what do you want to know?”

“Do you want me to cuckold you because you met someone else and you want to divorce me without paying for it?”

“What? No. No Kħadījah. That’s not it at all.”

‘Where does Kħadījah come up with this shit?’ Muħammad wondered.

“Then why do you want me to have sex with Hindus?”

“Because it’s wrong, I guess. I don’t know how to explain it. The wrongness of it makes me feel hot inside and it makes my dick hard.”

“What makes you think you can handle me cuckolding you?”

“Honestly? I don’t know if I can. I probably can’t. When I am feeling rational, it makes no sense to me what-so-ever. But, when I let my guard down and allow myself to feel sexual urges, I think I’m capable of anything, including the idea of you being with another man.”

“What triggers you to let your guard down?”

“I really need to pee, Kħadījah. Can this wait?”

“Ok, but do you mind using the toilet down stairs?”

“Why?”

“Because I need to use the one up here again, ok?”

“Ok, fine,” Muħammad said and stormed down the stairs to the landing and then into the library and its bathroom.

Muħammad let out a big sigh as his piss hit the toilet and the flow began to release the pressure Muħammad felt in his bladder.

‘Piss and cum depart from the same tube and each provides a pleasurable experience unlike the other,’ Muħammad thought as he filled the bowl with the hot yellow fluid.

Meanwhile, Kħadījah returned to their bathroom and wiped up the small cum deposit Kħadījah had left on the toilet seat and then flushed it.

Kħadījah was not embarrassed by her action but knew the timing would not be right.

It was a stretch as it was.

The semen had already thinned to its clear liquid state inside her and now it was exposed to air and drying.

Kħadījah would save this opportunity for another time.

Besides there was a better next step to try and Kħadījah was glad she remembered.

After all, Kħadījah shared his fantasy too and Kħadījah wanted to make sure that she sealed the deal with her husband before she began her extra marital adventures.

When Muħammad returned to the bedroom, Muħammad felt tons better.

Bladder pressure was awful.

Anyway, Muħammad noticed Kħadījah waiting for him in about the same place as before.

This time Kħadījah was filing a nail.

“Hi,” Muħammad said, “where were they?”

“You were going to tell me what triggers you to let your guard down Just before you begin to think irrationally.”

“Huh?”

“You know, what triggers you to think sexually? Come on Muħammad, this is important to me.”

“It’s usually a provocative visual stimulant. Like a picture of a Sunni Musalmān woman in a bikini, standing on a beach or she’s dressed in a black something or other with a slit along the side and the front of her dress is open, giving me a great view of the top half of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts. Or maybe she’s wearing a thin band around her neck. Or maybe it’s the softness of her face or the mystery of her eyes or something hinted but hidden. Or maybe she’s got a whip in her hand and she’s smiling at the thought of whipping her Musalmān male.”

After he spoke, Muħammad wondered where Kħadījah was going with this line of questioning and if his answer made sense.

Kħadījah loosened the knot at the front of her robe and her robe opened slightly to reveal more skin.

A smile crept on her lips and Kħadījah watched Muħammad intently.

“So after you see something provocative, then what happens?”

“I get hard and stroke. A lot plays into it from there.”

“What do you mean?” Kħadījah asked and let more of her robe open.

Muħammad could see a portion of her thigh and the space between her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.

Her head was facing downward but her eyes were looking upward at Muħammad.

Kħadījah looked hot to him and Muħammad felt his dick hardening.

“I mean if there is time to go for it and jerk off. Or perhaps more time and I’m in the mood to prolong the build up, I might continue looking at the picture or close my eyes and let my mind drift.”

“Where does it drift to, Muħammad?”

“It depends. Sometimes I am assertive and kiss her passionately and Kħadījah, you acquiesce to my touch.”

“Kħadījah gives herself freely to you?”

“Yes.”

“What other directions do you drift?”

“Sometimes, I want to feel her physical and psychological control over me. Like Kħadījah ties me up or something and then has sex with someone else.”

“Like a voyeur.”

“Yes, or perhaps Kħadījah ties me to the foot of the bed and I only get to listen.”

“Allah, Muħammad, that’s so hot. But why do you want to be tied up and allowed only to listen?”

“It’s not what I want; it’s what I perceive the Sunni Musalmān woman to want from me. All I want is to know my Kħadījah is pleasured. It’s about me sacrificing my own physical pleasure for her enjoyment. Sometimes, it’s seeing a Sunni Musalmān woman cum that does it for me. Or it’s seeing her take splashes of hot Hindu Vīrý to her face and into her Sunni Musalmān mouth. Or it’s something else, perhaps Kħadījah whips me until I beg for mercy, then Kħadījah tosses the whip on me and gives herself to another man.”

“What happens to you when Kħadījah goes off with someone else?”

“I become an observer and jerk off.”

“And that makes you happy.”

“In a way, I guess. Yeah. It turns me on to fantasize like that. And the orgasms are powerful. The more prolonged they are, the more intense they are when it happens.”

“Sort of the ultimate orgasm, huh?” Kħadījah asked.

“That’s it exactly!”

Muħammad watched Kħadījah as Kħadījah moved her fingers over the front of her robe and touched her chest.

They had eye contact and Muħammad saw mischief looking back at him.

Kħadījah moved her finger in a circular manner.

As the circle widened, her robe opened further.

Muħammad’s mouth was open.

Otherwise, Muħammad stood In silence watching Kħadījah seduce him.

He touched his cut Musalmān Cock.

It was already hard and pointing outward as he begin to stroke.

“What are you thinking right now, Muħammad?”

“I’m thinking you want me to drift.”

“Yes I do Muħammad,” Kħadījah said softly, “I want you to get back into our bed, relax and let all of your worries go. I’ve been learning erotic hypnosis and I want to try it with you. I want to see if it will help you to drift off into a peaceful existence, where you listen to me and accept what I have to say. Would you like to try?”

“Yes Kħadījah, let’s try.” Muħammad got back into bed and lay on top of the Sheets.

Muħammad felt warm and did not need covers.

“That’s good Muħammad, Just lay there and try to relax with your arms at your sides. Listen to my voice as I speak to you. Let your body relax. Breathe in deeply and clear your mind of all your troubles and daily stresses. Feel the pressure of your burdens decrease in your shoulders, chest, and back and you become weightless. You are floating on a feather that takes you further and further to a peaceful place.”

Hey this was really working.

Muħammad felt like he was floating.

His eyes were closed and Muħammad felt relaxed as Kħadījah talked to him.

“There is a light warm fog that surrounds your body as the feather carries you further. Your mind is at ease, your body is relaxed and you are feeling weightless. There is a clearing ahead and the feather takes you there. The feather comes to a resting stop and tilts so that you can look in. The opening provides you a perfect view of a bedroom and you feel perfectly at peace because you recognize me in this room.”

‘This is really cool, it’s all happening just as Kħadījah says it,’ Muħammad told himself.

“I am wearing 5” red stiletto shoes and a very short black silk robe, and I am looking at the stranger sitting on the bed. He is a very handsome and muscular Hindu man, seated naked on the side of our bed and he is watching me. You feel a hint of envy as you take in the fact that I am entertaining him in his bedroom and that I am dressed for him in things that I have refused to wear for you. Yet, your cut Musalmān Cock hardens as you recognize we both want this in our marriage.”

His cut Musalmān Cock was hard and Muħammad wanted to touch it but for some reason he didn’t.

“You remain comfortably positioned by the supporting feather as you continue looking into the clearing. His beautiful Uncut Hindu Cock points in my direction and I cannot take my eyes off it as I untie the robe and let it fall over his shoulders.”

Muħammad barely felt a change in his position as Kħadījah climbed onto bed with him.

“I’m sending a servant Sunni Musalmān girl to your side my darling. Soon you will feel her hands upon you. Welcome her touch as you watch me with my new Hindu lover.”

Muħammad felt her soft warm fingers touch his cut Musalmān Cock.

They wrapped around his shaft and held on loosely.

Then Kħadījah moved her fist up and down and the feeling was absolutely wonderful.

“Your cut Musalmān Cock responds quite well to her darling. I want you to know that Kħadījah has orders to keep you happily entertained on your feather while you watch your loving wife give herself to another man. The servant Sunni Musalmān girl is insignificant. Your only desire is to ensure I am pleasured and so I’m going to tell you what you are going willingly to do for me. You are to continue listening to my voice, watch the activity taking place between the stranger and me and letting the servant Sunni Musalmān girl work your cut Musalmān Cock. You can show me your cooperation and desire by keeping your cut Musalmān Cock nice and hard for me. Can you do that Muħammad? You may answer me now.”

“Yes Kħadījah. I can and will for you.”

“That’s good darling. Now just continue to feel relaxed as you see me kneel in front of the stranger. He is speaking to me but you cannot see his face or hear him so I will tell you what he wants. He wants the same things they do darling and I’m going to give it all to him while you relax on the feather and watch them. You see his mouth open as I lower my head onto his Uncut Hindu Cock. My lips cover his crown and about 4” of hard young Uncut Hindu Cock meat disappears into my hot little mouth. His hair cascades over my head but the feather moves slightly to give you the best view. The servant Sunni Musalmān girl’s hand remains on your cut Musalmān Cock and you enjoy the physical pleasure of her touch.”

Muħammad was so turned on and wondering what Kħadījah had in store.

The hand on his cut Musalmān Cock felt wonderful.

Muħammad lifted his pelvis up and thrust into her hand as Kħadījah brought her fist down his shaft.

“The stranger looks up and you see the bliss in his expression as he feels his Uncut Hindu Cock being swallowed by your extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān wife.”

“Allah,” Muħammad muttered.

“That’s it Muħammad, go with it. Feel my hand and your lust join together as you watch me with him. His Uncut Hindu Cock tastes wonderful and I continue sucking him down my throat as his large hands cover my head and hold me firmly in place. You recognize him from the restaurant. He is their waiter, Shankar and I want him to be my first Hindu lover but he certainly won’t be the last. will he?”

“No Kħadījah. He won’t be the last.” The hand on his cut Cock continued rubbing up and down his shaft as Muħammad envisioned Kħadījah sucking their waiter, Shankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock.

“He won’t be the last because you know I need more than you can give me. Isn’t that right, Muħammad?”

“Yes. Kħadījah.”

“And, you are okay with that because you know I will always come back to you because I love you. Isn’t that right, Muħammad?”

“Yes Kħadījah.”

“And, you love me more than anyone or anything and you want me to be happy, joyous and free to roam with whoever I want, isn’t that right, Muħammad?”

“Yes Kħadījah. I love you more than anything.

“Now watch me rise and climb onto the center of the bed as Shankar gets up and strokes his Uncut Hindu Cock. Look at it. It’s magnificent. A fully engorged big Uncut Hindu Cock, glistening wet with his spit. He’s going to fuck me bareback with it. His ovulation cycle begins today and there is a distinct possibility that he will impregnate me. Had you considered that aspect, Muħammad?”

“Allah!” Muħammad yelled.

“Look Muħammad, Shankar’s mounting me. He says he’s not going to eat me out first because he expects me to be wet already. And, I am Muħammad. I am very wet for Shankar.”

“Oh wow,” Muħammad said as he felt the Sunni Musalmān girl’s hand rapidly moving over his cut Cock.

“Muħammad, I want you to mount the servant Sunni Musalmān girl. She waits for you as I wait for Shankar. Feel how wet she is on your cut Cock and know that’s how I feel for the waiter, Shankar. Do it now.”

In his frenzied state, Muħammad rose and saw Kħadījah as the servant Sunni Musalmān girl in the center of the bed.

Her face was pressed to the mattress and her Sunni Musalmān ass was raised up in the air.

It was Just as Kħadījah described herself with the waiter, Shankar. As Muħammad put the head of his cut Cock to her hole, Kħadījah moved her ass back to him and his cut Cock went in to the base.

“Muħammad, treat the servant Sunni Musalmān girl like a whore and fuck her hard.”

Muħammad grabbed her hips, withdrew his cut Cock a little and then rammed it home to the base.

“That’s it, just like he’s doing to me, Muħammad. I really like it too. He’s so much bigger than you are but you are ok because I am giving you the servant Sunni Musalmān girl. Now fuck her harder and make her cum!”

As soon as Kħadījah announced her own orgasm, Muħammad was spraying cum like a fountain.

“Allah, Muħammad, Shankar’s filling me with Hindu Vīrý.” Kħadījah yelled.

Muħammad pumped and spurted ropes of cum as the servant Sunni Musalmān girl milked his cut Cock with her tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Long after he came, Muħammad was still pumping his hard dick into the servant Sunni Musalmān girl’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah felt wet and sloppy but Kħadījah came over and over, as Muħammad pounded her.

When Muħammad was devoid of energy, he stopped and the Sunni Musalmān girl fell flat on the mattress.

Kħadījah lay there quietly for a moment and Muħammad watched her in silence.

“Okay now Muħammad, I need you to lay back down on your feather and relax. It’s going to take you on a short trip into the future where you are in bed, alone and waiting for me to come home from his date with the waiter, Shankar.”

Muħammad lay back and felt the warmth of the feather and relaxed.

“Breathe in deeply and feel wonderful about your marriage and the new life you are living as a cuckold husband. Let yourself fall asleep and when your wife comes home, you will wake and feel at peace, just as you do now. Wait for her to come to bed so you can see her for what Kħadījah is and Kħadījah can see you for what you are.”

Kħadījah left the bed and Muħammad drifted off to sleep.

Kħadījah returned a few minutes later and yelled from downstairs, “Muħammad, I’m home!”

Muħammad woke and felt refreshed.

When Kħadījah reached the open doorway, Muħammad was blown away.

Kħadījah was wearing a brand new mini robe and red stiletto shoes.

Her hair was a mess.

Kħadījah removed the robe as she walked toward Muħammad.

Muħammad started to sit up but Kħadījah said “Lay back down Muħammad.” Kħadījah climbed on the bed and knelt around his shoulders.

“Eat me clean Muħammad. Show me what a good cuckold husband does when his slut Sunni Musalmān wife comes home from fucking all night.”

Kħadījah rose and mounted her hot wet crotch onto Muħammad’s mouth as he opened it.

Within seconds, the first droplets of man cum were landing on his tongue and Muħammad swallowed audibly.

Kħadījah rode his face and made herself cum several times as Muħammad ate out every bit.

Then Kħadījah asked Muħammad for a favor as Kħadījah rolled off him.

“Anything,” Muħammad said.

“Draw a hot bubble bath for me cuck-boy, okay?”

Feeling like a new man, Muħammad jumped out of bed went to the bathroom as requested.

While Muħammad went to draw her bath, Kħadījah lay back on the bed and a big sigh escaped her lips.

Kħadījah could hardly contain herself after what Just transpired between them.

It was a giant step forward for both of them and Kħadījah relished the moment with her eyes closed.

Kħadījah didn’t have to touch herself to know she was still wet for sex but Kħadījah reached down anyway and lightly caressed herself as she replayed in her mind the scene with her husband.

Kħadījah smiled contentedly as she recognized the sound of water splashing into their tub.

Muħammad’s compliance was happening just as Kħadījah had taught him.

In ten minutes, the bathtub was filled with hot water and bubbles and scented candles illuminated the room as Kħadījah walked in.

Kħadījah inhaled deeply as the lavender kissed her nostrils.

Kħadījah turned and smiled at her husband.

She suggested he kneel beside the tub until Kħadījah was ready to be towel-dried.

Again he complied and If he said anything, Kħadījah didn’t notice as Kħadījah slipped into the heated tub with thoughts Kħadījah and the undying gratitude Muħammad felt for her.

Enveloped by soothing hot water and sudsy bubbles, Kħadījah relaxed, closed her eyes and let her mind drift to that fun filled day only weeks ago.

Kħadījah found her by chance in a naughty chat room established for wayward Sunni Musalmān wives.

Kħadījah had been on the Internet researching potential causes of her husband’s, Muħammad’s, impotence and somehow got side-tracked into looking at porn.

Kħadījah’s open-mindedness, her curiosity for exploration on any subject, free time, and lack of physical sex, supported this endeavor.

One click led to another and soon Kħadījah’s jeans were open as her mind filled with images of naked Sunni Musalmān women getting stuffed with giant Uncut Hindu Cocks.

Kħadījah envied their expressions and the pure Sunni Musalmān joy they must have felt the moment they were captured on film.

And, the fact that these Uncut Hindu Cocks were huge was not lost on Kħadījah either.

Kħadījah was mesmerized by their length and girth and the impact they were having on the Sunni Musalmān women in the pictures.

The visuals stirred so many thoughts and feelings within Kħadījah’s core.

If a line of reason were drawn in front of her, Kħadījah let go and crossed it.

Kħadījah ached for Hindu penetration and the wild physical pleasure that comes with riding a stiff Uncut Hindu Cock while pressing her soft Sunni Musalmān thighs onto firm masculine Hindu legs.

This time, however, Kħadījah would have to settle for self-pleasure and placed her feet on the edge of her desk.

Kħadījah parted her knees and circled her Sunni Musalmān clit with her left index finger.

She continued holding the mouse in her right hand, clicking it for the next series of scintillating pictures.

The pleasure hit her without warning and Kħadījah came like a fountain.

Chat lines in various colors and fonts filled her screen while Kħadījah arched her back and pressed her head onto the back of the chair.

Kħadījah attempted circling her Sunni Musalmān clit once more to prolong her pleasure, but her sensitivity dictated stopping and so Kħadījah let her hands fall to her sides just after the strongest wave crashed.

Short high-pitched sounds filled the air.

Her knees fell downward, opening her spread much wider as her physical strength weakened.

The intensity diminished slowly and a minute later Kħadījah’s normal breathing returned.

Kħadījah remained in her chair but moved her feet to the floor, stretching them out under the desk.

It had been so long since Kħadījah felt the afterglow of sex and Kħadījah wondered why she hadn’t done this before.

As Kħadījah smiled, she looked at the screen and realized it had changed significantly.

The first thing Kħadījah noticed were lines of copy scrolling up her screen.

Kħadījah didn’t quite know what to think of the screen names like cuck 1, cuck 2, and cuck 3.

But Kħadījah also saw Sunni Musalmān women’s names, Kħātūn-e-Jannat, Bint-e-Tāhirah, Kħadījah, and men’s names: Shankar Pralayankar, Hindu Master, and Sir Vikram.

Kħadījah watched their threads of conversation and felt voyeur-joy as Kħadījah read their comments.

The thread between Kħadījah and Shankar Pralayankar caught her attention and Kħadījah watched the screen intently as their story unfolded.

Kħadījah: Sunni Musalmān, married, 35, available for dating.

Shankar Pralayankar: Where do you live Kħadījah?

Kħadījah: In Vikramson City, Texas, sir.

Shankar Pralayankar: Do you have a picture babe?

Kħadījah: I sure do. Click here Shankar Pralayankar and tell me what you think.

Shankar Pralayankar: Do you allow your husband to watch you and your bulls play?

Kħadījah: Not that that’s any business to concern yourself with, but for the real men out there I leave that up to his lover’s discretion.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat: Here, here, Kħadījah. I so agree. I must confess too, it thrills me to no end when a Hindu stud orders my Musalmān husband around and at the same time treats me like a common Sunni Musalmān whore.

Kħadījah: That’s because you are a common Sunni Musalmān whore dear.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat: Thank you.

Cuck 222: I’m so horny right now.

There was a long pause in Kħadījah’s conversation with Shankar Pralayankar as more chat chatter filled the screen, but by this time the full effect of Kħadījah’s conversation was Just hitting Kħadījah.

Vikramson City was close to home.

Only 1 town away and Kħadījah felt her head swell with panic and curiosity.

As Shankar Pralayankar obviously had, Kħadījah clicked the link that she shared.

Kħadījah gasped as she looked at the page that opened on her screen.

Here is the gist of what Kħadījah saw:

Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn Vikramson City, Texas Her email address

Below the personal information was a brief introduction from Kħadījah that looked more like a short list of stats.

There was also a sexy picture of Kħadījah wearing a bikini and lying on a chaise by the pool.

In one, hand a frozen margarita.

In the other hand, a cell phone held up to her ear.

A caption below the picture stated: “Call me. I fuck real Hindu men on the first date.”

Introduction: Physical stats: 35 years old, Årabian, natural blond, blue-eyes, 5’6″ 108 lbs, Sunni Musalmān, 24, 36, 28 measurements, shaved.

Marital & financial status: happily married, Musalmān husband pays all expenses

Interests: Dating Hindu men. Being submissive to dominant Hindu men and humiliating my husband Muħammad because I know he loves it.

Skills: Deep-throat Uncut Hindu Cock sucking, 3-hole submission, massage therapy, erotic hypnosis.

Limits: Nothing illegal or sick like sex with animals.

Kħadījah laughed at the limits list and then decided she was somehow grounded because of it.

Kħadījah looked at the picture of the blonde in the bikini and wondered if one day she would be advertising herself like this.

This Sunni Musalmān woman was clearly a naughty Sunni Musalmān girl and Kħadījah felt her excitement grow.

Below the introduction, there was a collage of pictures.

In the center of the collage was a picture of Kħadījah.

Kħadījah was nude, kneeling and sucking a Hindu man’s Uncut Hindu Cock.

The pictures that orbited the center picture were smaller but intuitive.

Some showed Kħadījah dressed with different Hindu men.

Another showed Kħadījah’s lily Sunni Musalmān ass as Kħadījah rested on all fours.

And a final image was a black circle with a pink question mark inside it.

As Kħadījah looked at the page and the collage especially, Kħadījah moved the pointer about the screen until she realized the pictures were clickable.

Kħadījah’s curiosity got the best of her and she clicked the center image.

A new page displayed and took some time to load.

When the page was loaded, there were 30 pictures in all.

They were arranged as a series and in the first picture, there was Kħadījah dressed and sitting provocatively in a chair.

The shock of it though was that her feet were resting on the back of a Sunni Musalmān guy who was on all 4s and smiling back at the camera.

A caption beneath it stated: My husband Muħammad is my footstool, among other things.

In the second picture, a Hindu wearing bell-bottom pants and an orange tank top was walking through the front door. A large bulge appeared down and to the left of his tight pants.

In the third picture, Muħammad knelt and Kħadījah rose to greet the Hindu with a kiss.

In pictures 4-10, the Hindu embraced Kħadījah and Kħadījah French-kissed him hotly and deeply.

Muħammad was conspicuously absent but his presence was assumed and indicated as Kħadījah’s eyes roved on to picture 11.

In pictures 11-13, Kħadījah undressed and Muħammad is seen kneeling in the background with his head facing the floor.

The first caption stated: Muħammad wants to stay in and have me show Shankar Pralayankar what a Sunni Musalmān whore I am for Uncut Hindu Cock.

As Kħadījah read the copy and looked at the pictures, she felt her Sunni Musalmān lust rise higher than before.

The Sheer magnitude of what Kħadījah was reading was so sinful and wrong and yet the Sunni Musalmān woman in the pictures is so beautiful and sexy.

Kħadījah’s lust overwhelmed her.

Kħadījah could not stop now.

She again reached between her legs and began to stroke.

In pictures 14-17: Kħadījah was nude and kneeling before Shankar Pralayankar.

Kħadījah unzipped his trousers, reached inside and withdrew an enormous monster Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was semi-hard and Kħadījah kissed it on the tip with red painted Sunni Musalmān lips.

Kħadījah stood and stripped herself of all clothing.

Kħadījah returned to her chair, sat, and lifted her legs onto the desktop.

The desk surface was cold but the lusty Sunni Musalmān fire burning within her was heat enough and Kħadījah fervently stroked her unprotected Sunni Musalmān clit as Kħadījah looked on at the next picture.

In pictures 18-20: Kħadījah worked the Uncut Hindu Cock with her Sunni Musalmān lips, making it exceptionally hard.

Kħadījah yearned for an Uncut Hindu Cock that hard and mumbled audibly for the first time.

In pictures 21-22, Kħadījah’s mouth was open and stuffed full of Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her lips were stretched wide to accommodate the mammoth Uncut Hindu Tool.

His balls hang below her chin and there was a long lump appearing along her throat.

A caption stated: A good Sunni Musalmān whore knows best how to lubricate a giant Uncut Hindu Cock.

Kħadījah was simply amazed at how any Sunni Musalmān woman could swallow an Uncut Hindu Cock that size without suffocating.

As Kħadījah stared at the picture and the visual and textual messages sank in, Kħadījah felt a lustful fit coming on and muttered “I need a Hindu man like that in my life” and Kħadījah rubbed her Sunni Musalmān clit just a little faster.

In pictures 23-24, Kħadījah was laying on the floor with her legs spread wide.

Shankar Pralayankar had mounted her and his Uncut Hindu Cock was sunk within her glorious Sunni Musalmān depths.

The caption read: Unprotected Ashvinātam sex is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

In pictures 25-26: Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips were red and stretched while Shankar Pralayankar’s giant Hindu shaft pummeled its way into her.

In picture 27: Shankar Pralayankar had pulled out and Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy gaped open.

In pictures 28, 29, and 30: Kħadījah’s face was shown with an ever-increasing amount of Hindu Vīrý on her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān face, filling her very mouth and even dripping from it.

Kħadījah stroked her Sunni Musalmān clit until she came as Kħadījah stared at the amount of Hindu cum on Kħadījah’s Sunni Musalmān face.

Hindu Vīrý was in her eyes, nostrils and mouth and Kħadījah was so turned on in the moment that she screamed cathartically as the hardest orgasm of the day hit her.

Then without warning, Kħadījah heard the back door shut and Muħammad’s announcement that he was home for the evening.

In her panic, Kħadījah powered off the PC, gathered her clothes and ran to their bathroom just before he reached the staircase.

Chapter 10

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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