The Audacity 1

Posted: July 14, 2011 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat |2 Comments

The Audacity

Chapter 1

I don’t know the medical part of it, but it was a fact that ab initio, I would get an extremely strong erection, one that demanded instant gratification on pain of blue balls, whenever there was any extra ordinary beauty somewhere near me.

The doctors told me this was a normal effect of my extra ordinary hyper sexuality.

Imāmzādī Ůzrah Kħālid didn’t think so.

Whenever the occasion arose and I was around her, I could usually get into a bathroom so she’d never know.

But now and then, I’d be stuck in the same room with her, and so I’d have to whip it out in front of her.

The doctors had told her about the hard-ons, so she knew it was going to happen forever now and then.

But she would always regard me with a demeanor that reminded me that it was not good form to masturbate in front of Imāmzādī Ůzrah Kħālid.

She was one of the almost infinite extremely beautiful lady friends of my Ammī Ħuzūr, Imāmzādī Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb.

She was so intimate to us that my Ammī Ħuzūr, Imāmzādī Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb wanted me to call her Ammī.

Imāmzādī Ůzrah Kħālid enjoyed it.

She hadn’t any son.

So, she treated me as if I was her own son.

There was this one time when she was putting up wallpaper in the only bathroom in the house, and she had just stuck the paper to the wall over the toilet when I came roaring into the room, hard-on in hand.

I ended up whacking it into the bowl while she stood above me, pressing the bubbles out of the paper.

I avoided seeing if she was looking when I ejaculated.

Two days ago, I was driving Imāmzādī Ůzrah Kħālid back home from Los Angeles.

I had gone to pick her up from the airport, and we had a three-hour drive ahead of us.

We chatted amiably about her trip and what all she had to do when she got home.

About half an hour out of the city, I felt my penis stir.

I soon realized it was one of The Boners.

I began to squirm uncomfortably, trying to control it.

Not now!

I could feel Ammī Imāmzādī Dr. Ůzrah Kħālid staring at me.

When I looked at her, I saw her trying not to notice the bulge in my jeans.

I weighed my options, and then finally unzipped my pants with my non-driving hand.

“Sorry, Ammī Imāmzādī Dr. Ůzrah Kħālid, I got to take care of this one. Please don’t mind.” I smiled at her.

She began to squirm uncomfortably.

I could see her ticking off options in her head, and eventually running out.

Well, I guess, she said, resigned.

“Do what you want to do.”

“Want to do? No, never. I have to do.”

I eased my penis from my jeans and started to beat off.

I could see her trying not to look, but since there was nothing else but trees to look at, she eventually gave up and settled her eyes on my Uncut Hindu Penis.

I didn’t think there was much wrong with that.

And even it was, what could I do?

She was a woman.

Minutes passed, and she watched in silence.

Then she spoke.

“What are you going to do when you have to finish?” she asked.

I thought about it.

“Uh I’ll just pull over and do it onto the street.”

We careened onto an overpass.

Traffic came to a standstill.

Ten minutes passed with no movement.

There were people on either side of us.

There was no way I was going to be able to stick my dick out the door.

It looked like Ammī Imāmzādī Dr. Ůzrah Kħālid could see that too.

A Hindu guy in a red monster truck on our right side could see into our car.

He nudged the Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girl next to him, and her eyes went wide when she saw what I was doing.

Then I began to feel the orgasm coming on.

I felt Ammī Imāmzādī Dr. Ůzrah Kħālid eyeing my rock-hard Uncut Hindu Penis.

“What are you going to do, honey?” she asked. “You know I don’t want you to, I don’t want it all over the inside of the new car.”

“Do you have anything in here for me to do it into?” I asked, breathless.

We looked around.

Nothing but a load of dry cleaning in the back seat.

Silk.

I began to stroke faster.

It was coming.

She sighed with exasperation.

“Well, I can’t have you do it all over the windshield. Don t worry, I’ll take care of it.”

I thought she meant she was going to use the silk shirt, but I was unprepared for what she did next.

Seemingly, in slow motion, she leaned forward over my lap and placed her hand on my knee.

I saw her lips part, and her head continued further down.

I felt frozen, only able to keep jacking off.

Then I felt the heat of her mouth form a tight seal over the head of my Uncut Hindu Penis.

She was going to catch it in her mouth.

Ammī Imāmzādī Ůzrah Kħālid?

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

I lost my hard-on.

She looked up at me, perturbed, as if it was perfectly natural for her to have her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Penis.

Her expression seemed to say, how dare your Uncut Hindu Penis go soft in my so beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth? It’s the extreme failure of my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty, we Årab Musalmān women are renowned for.

“Um, Allah, what s the matter, Durgesh, my son?” she asked, poised over my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“You, you just surprised me. I just didn’t know you were going to, to do that.”

She shrugged.

“Well, you know it doesn’t mean anything. It s OK, you just go ahead and I’ll take care of it.”

I began to jack off again.

She kept her face inches away, watching vigilantly.

The Hindu guy and his Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girl, in the red truck, were staring, aghast.

They talked briefly, and then the girl waved to me and mouthed something.

It looked like, ‘Is that your Ammī Imāmzādī Dr. Ůzrah Kħālid?’

Then when I neared orgasm again, Ammī Imāmzādī Dr. Ůzrah Kħālid took the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth again.

Again I lost it.

She gave the same exasperated sigh.

“You know I’m going to want to get this done by the time we get home, honey.”

“Sorry, Ammī Imāmzādī Dr. Ůzrah Kħālid.”

Once more, that look of ticking off options.

Then she gave me a serious look.

“You’re not allowed to tell Abbū, my husband, Dr. Jamīl Izhār, about this, OK?”

She slipped her hand around my hard Hindu shaft and gave it a few strokes.

Her handling was expert.

Then she lowered her head and began to suck, sliding her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was wonderful, the most incredible blowjob I’ve ever had, perhaps, till then.

But it was anything but clinical.

She took it out of her mouth to run her tongue up and down the shaft a few times, and then sucked it again.

She deep-throated it a few times, gagging once.

She even hiked my jeans down to explore my balls with her tongue.

As I listened to her breathe quietly, the novelty of what she was doing hit me.

She was trying to make me come.

Here I was, surrounded by rush hour traffic with my Uncut Hindu Cock in Ammī Imāmzādī Ůzrah Kħālid’s mouth and she was going down on me, using all her experience to get me to come into her excellent beautiful mouth.

She wanted me to come into her mouth.

But what I noticed, was enough for me, to take it gravely.

She really did look like she was enjoying it.

That did it.

I felt the heat at the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock, the release of my pre-come, and then the continuous nonstop forceful spurts, longing as if to infinity.

She stopped moving her extremely beautiful head while I came, stroking the underside of my Uncut Hindu Cock with her tongue in the rhythm of my violent Hindu orgasm.

I arched in the seat, thrusting my hips against her extremely beautiful face.

Then when it was over, she took her mouth off it, making an ungainly slurping sound as she lost suction.

She drew her thumb over the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis to wipe away the string running to her lips.

She looked at me, her mouth full, a loop of my Hindu semen dangling from her lips.

She gave me an eyebrows-up face, then smiled at me glibly.

“Okay? Your Ammī Imāmzādī Ůzrah Kħālid can always take care of his extremely hypersexual Hindu son. I can swallow it ever. Just tell me when you need it.”

“But, Ammī, Ammī, so openly in public?” I was immensely grateful to her.

She had boldly relieved me of my pain in my balls.

“Well, I am not your Ammī alone. I’m a CME, Chief Medical Examiner too.” She smiled at me graciously.

Then she turned back to me, grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock, and gave it a few Imāmzādī Ůzrah Kħālidly sucks more to clean it off.
I shot the red truck a look.

Both the Hindu guy and his Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girl were smiling, giving me the thumbs-up.

She settled back in her seat, licking her lips.

“You’re most welcome, honey.”

“Wow thanks, Ammī Imāmzādī Dr. Ůzrah Kħālid.” I smiled, “You, uh, you give really great head.”

“Thanks. You taste immensely very good, however. I even forgot that I was your Ammī. And we are in a very very crowded public place.”

“I’m grateful to you Ammī. What a splendid blowjob it was.”

“You liked it?” Ammī Imāmzādī Dr. Ůzrah Kħālid smiled.

She was trying to be brave and save her face now.

“I loved it.” I said meaning every word of it.

“Okay. No problem. Get it whenever you need it, wherever you need it. I also loved your taste immensely in my mouth very much. Allah, it was superb, outstanding, awesome.”

“Are you offering me your extremely beautiful mouth forever?”

“Of course, if you offer your extremely tasty Uncut Hindu Penis into my mouth, forever too.”

I pulled her on my lap.

“It’s a deal, Ammī.” I kissed her full on her lips.

She surrendered her lips to mine, without any resistance whatsoever.

But even then, she whispered to me.

“But promise me to keep it between us two only exclusively.”

“Yeah. I certainly do.”

Ammī Imāmzādī Dr. Ůzrah Kħālid kissed me in return fervently and passionately.

“Then it’s a deal, honey.”

I looked at her proudly.

What an audacity she had!