Al Muħammad Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Listen attentively, please. I’m right in the middle of a delicate matter. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd is my half-brother.”
“As Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is?” I asked.
“Sure. I’m running away to save my business, my legal competence, my life even from my ever-greedy relatives. They have successfully established until now that my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, has murdered my son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, masquerading as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās. Muħammad bin Qāsim has also run away as I have, but they have successfully produced our dead bodies.”
“Chachājān, are you sure Muħammad bin Qāsim Bhāī is alive?” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās asked Al Muħammad Al Qāsim gravely.
“How the hell can be I? Durgesh is my lawyer, my savior, my son in law, everything. He has to find out for me whether my son Muħammad bin Qāsim is still alive or they have already killed him successfully.”
“I don’t think they would be such damn fools.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is Durgesh’s sālā, brother in law. They won’t kill him ever as killing a sālā, a brother in law, of Durgesh would turn Durgesh into their irrevocable executioner.”
“What about my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“She is my live in relationship partner now.” I said, “None can prove Al Kubrah Al Qāsim has really murdered her younger brother. They can’t prove the dead bodies they have found are really of you both. It’s not easy for them to prove corpus delicti even. How the hell can then they prosecute my wife Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“Thank you, my son. Thank you very much.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wiped his tear-filled eyes with a handkerchief, “I thought they are continuously succeeding despite your open interest in protecting my family and me. Muħammad bin Qāsim and me, both of us, had to run away and had to resort to go under cover. Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is a fugitive from justice. Even I am not safe here too. They have murdered someone downstairs…”
“Why?” I asked patiently, fucking Al Nādirah Al Åbbās wildly.
“What do you mean ‘why’?” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim shouted, “Isn’t that obvious?”
“Are you teasing me, Durgesh, my son?”
“Never. The opposite sex is still available to me. Why the hell would I tease you then?”
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās laughed.
Al Zāhid was also trying to hide his smile.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim subsided.
“You are a hell of a son in law.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim tried to suppress his own smile too. “It’s dangerous that a murder is right there downstairs. The more of a mystery they make of it, the longer the thing drags out the more notoriety I may get. I can’t afford it at all.”*
When we got home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās showed me how much she appreciated my help.
As soon as we got to the living room, she had her hands on the waistband of my shorts and began to tug them down.
As they hit my knees and exposed my Uncut Hindu Cock, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās engulfed me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and swallowed me deeply.
I could feel her Musalmān throat muscles working the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund as Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās deep throated me and then as she pulled me out, licked the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock, and sucked me until I shot my load of Hindu sperm into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās rolled it around in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, savoring the flavor for a bit before swallowing it.
“You know I never liked the taste of cum until I met you. Now I can’t get enough. If I didn’t like to feel it shooting in inside me I’d have you shoot in my mouth all the time. Now come on, let’s go to the bedroom so you can use that thing where it is intended to be used. I didn’t get any this morning because I got up too early.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās led me to the bedroom where she brought me back to hardness with her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth before she crawled on top of me and rode me to her own orgasm.
Then we both fell asleep for an early afternoon nap.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr left early the next morning to pick up their things and move them in to my house.
That left Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar alone with me for two days.
As we stood on the street and waved goodbye, Nishāt Nazli looked at me,
“So are you going to take care of us now or later?” She asked.
“Anytime you want.” I winked at her.
“I don’t know after the last time I was sore the rest of the day, but I will admit that met was worth it.” Zubaydah Bābar grinned.
I reached out, placed a hand on the back of each Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, and began to steer them to the house.
I continued to laugh and joke with them as I did.
I also had placed my hand on the ties of their Thong tops and as I walked with them, I grasped the end of each of the knots on their tops and suddenly pulled.
It worked perfectly my tug on the strings had untied the knots and a second pull had removed the tops from them.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stopped in surprise and stood in the middle of the street with their Musalmān tits hanging out, staring in surprise at me.
As they stared at me, I reached out as if to grab their bottoms.
Both realized they were topless in the middle of the street, and about to be bottomless also, at the same instant.
They squealed and ran for the house.
I chuckled and strolled in behind them twirling their tops as I walked.
As I mounted the stairs, I saw both Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli standing inside the house waiting for me, a cross between fury and mirth on their faces.
They saw the humor in the situation and it overshadowed the anger they normally would have shown.
As I walked through the door, they both were laughing already.
“You got us that time. Lucky it wasn’t later in the day when people would have been around.” Zubaydah Bābar admonished me with a laugh.
I just grinned,
“Well, I figured we could get started right away.” I said as I advanced toward them.
Nishāt Nazli started to back up but Zubaydah Bābar stood her ground and as I reached her, I lay a hand on her breast and began gently to rub it.
Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and sighed.
“OK you caught me now you can have your way with me.” As she spoke, Zubaydah Bābar started to pull the bottom of her thong off.
It hit the floor.
Zubaydah Bābar turned around and bent herself over the couch, exposing her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to me.
I wasted no time.
I dropped my shorts and stepped behind her.
Standing there with my Uncut Hindu Cock exposed I began to rub it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips.
Zubaydah Bābar was wet and ready.
“Zubaydah Bābar, is your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot ever not wet?” I asked as I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide around the outer lips and then up over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass then back to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s wet whenever I’m around that Uncut Hindu Lund of yours.” Zubaydah Bābar winked at me impishly.
I chuckled and then in a single thrust speared her with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I let it sit for a minute and then began slowly to pump on her, letting my hard Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out of her sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Zubaydah Bābar groaned in appreciation of the Hindu monster that was working her.
Zubaydah Bābar moved over to the couch and kneeled on it in front of Nishāt Nazli as I fucked her and offered Nishāt Nazli her massive Musalmān tits.
Nishāt Nazli began to suck her friend’s Musalmān tits as she was being fucked from behind.
As Nishāt Nazli sucked and licked, her nipples Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and savored the attention.
“Durgesh, Zubaydah Bābar likes it really hard and fast. She likes to be fucked like she’s getting raped.” Nishāt Nazli told me.
I looked at Zubaydah Bābar and not knowing if Nishāt Nazli was putting me on or not, decided to take a chance.
I slowly pulled myself out of Zubaydah Bābar until my Uncut Hindu Cock was just resting at the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and paused.
Then I rammed forward as hard as I could and pulled back and repeated the stroke.
Zubaydah Bābar grunted hard with each Hindu slam her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot got.
She released Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit from her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and looked back over her shoulder.
“Yeah. Bravo. Wallah, that’s how I like it, slam me, hurt me. Uhhhh… Give me some pain to go with it. FUCK ME, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zubaydah Bābar managed to get out between my Hindu thrusts.
I kept up the violent pounding.
“So you like it rough!” I said then I drew my hand back from her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hip and smacked her hard across her ass.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and I did it again.
All the while plowing my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and banging away.
I smacked her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass again and again then reached down and grabbed some of the tender flesh at her inner thigh, near her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and pinched and twisted.
It sent a wave of pain through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and into her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body and I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamp onto my Uncut Hindu Cock and cum on me.
“So bitch, you like it hurt do you.” I started banging even harder on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and Zubaydah Bābar started to cum again.
Now as I fucked Zubaydah Bābar I reached around, grabbed her nipple, and twisted it. “Like that do you?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. Fuck me hard. Hurt me, you old Hindu scoundrel, rape me.” Zubaydah Bābar screamed.
“Nishāt Nazli,” I commanded, “Get underneath this young Musalmān bitch and bite her Musalmān tit.”
Nishāt Nazli looked at me and hesitated.
“Do it.” I demanded.
Nishāt Nazli slid beneath her friend, took her nipple in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, and bit down, a love bite.
“Harder!” Zubaydah Bābar screamed as she grabbed a handful of Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit.
Nishāt Nazli hesitated and then bit down hard on her friend’s Musalmān tit.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and began to cum in a flood, her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body shook and shuddered as though she passed into a fit.
Nishāt Nazli slid out from under her friend and moved around behind her.
I had pulled out of her as she lost control and watched.
Nishāt Nazli could not believe the way the cum was running out of her friend, she stared in awe.*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had certainly acted against her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim, before Muħammad bin Qāsim disappeared.
It was even before she met me as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s friend, not Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s.
It was the meeting when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim decided to fuck me managing her car’s distributor incidence.
She had to.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was with her when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim entered my private office.
He was trailing along behind Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
It was more than obvious that Muħammad bin Qāsim was being led, instead coming there voluntarily.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s attitude was one of elder sisterly indignation.
“Durgesh, I know your beloved, my younger sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, isn’t with us. Yet, I can’t tell it to Al Zakāt Al Qāsim. It’s a delicate matter about our younger brother.”
I looked at Muħammad bin Qāsim’s sullen, hostile, features.
“Just a minute,” I warned Al Kubrah Al Qāsim gravely, “I already have a client in this case. Legally I am disqualified to represent you as your lawyer without my client’s express permission. Please don’t tell me anything in confidence. I may not be legally free to help you.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim produced an envelope that had a hand written address on it.
I scrutinized it carefully.
The address on the sealed envelope was mine and I was sure it was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting.
I opened the envelope myself.
It contained a letter in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting that he had retained me as the family lawyer. I had to represent every family member. If I was not qualified legally to represent some family member, I can engage any advocate to assist me in the court.
A check for Ten million dollars was already given to me.
I smiled at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Alright, in the light of this express authority letter I can represent you too and anything you say to me is now privileged communication. You may shoot now.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me equally gravely now.
“You are my younger sister’s, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s, live in relationship partner. You are yourself a family member. This thing has been preying on my mind ever since I heard what Muħammad bin Qāsim said to the police. I thought at first, my duty was to back up my younger brother in a chivalrous, in a loyal and gallant attempt. In my opinion, Muħammad bin Qāsim was protecting a young woman’s good name. Then, when I began to think of how serious it might be…”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim paused, watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scrutinizing him judiciously, and continued,
“Because−well, because perhaps that murder is linked with it. I can’t keep quiet any longer.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled good-naturedly.
“What’s eating you? What’s got into you, Bājī?”*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t hesitate even a bit.
“You may think, Muħammad bin Qāsim, that your elder sister is throwing you to the wolves, but…”
“Never,” Muħammad bin Qāsim said gravely, “you just go ahead and tell Jījū what’s eating you. And don’t worry about me. Your younger brother is a big boy now, Bājī. I can take care of not only myself but yours too as well.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim kept looking anxiously at me.
“Don’t you think I’m doing the right thing, Durgesh?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Oh, go ahead and spill out to him whatsoever you want to. Let it be out of your system now. However, it doesn’t make any difference to me. I want everyone to understand it definitely and finally.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Durgesh, I don’t think he is telling the truth. Would you mind to explain to my foolish younger brother the importance of telling the truth in legal matter, especially when there’s a murder is involved?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled ironically.
“Have you been taking liberties with the truth, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked, “Perhaps just fudging the least little bit.”
“Certainly not, Jījū. I’m not a damn fool enough to do that.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, I know that you have.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim contradicted him, “I tell you I heard that shot and got up. I looked in your room. You weren’t in your bed. You hadn’t been in your room.”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t speak even a single word.
Both Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his most dearest daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, were his most loyal followers.
Yet, there was a difference too in their following of Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was one of those rare Musalmān Beauties who still followed Imām Muħammad Ħasan, not Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, even while the tremendous success of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in Saůūdī Årab, now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat and in countless Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had claimed that even Al Jannat had Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in majority.
Even Ħuzūrs were actually a Hindu, not a Musalmān.
The Musalmīn means only the persons who are devoted and dedicated to establish peace everywhere even at the cost of self-sacrifice.
That’s what Al Shahādat fil Islam does mean, not for spreading any kind of imperialism whether Årab Imperialism whether Iranian or some other whatsoever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had further claimed that before 1857, there was Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere in majority.
The Pseudo Ummat-e-Muslimah has always been brought to minority, if not abolished.
That’s why there was such a perfect Hindu Muslim Unity before 1857.
The True Musalmīn never resorted to the communal interpretations of Al Qur’an Al Kareem, Al Aħādīs Al Muqaddasāt and Al Tārīkħ Al Islam.
They never interpreted ‘Wa lā tunkiħū al musharikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And don’t marry polytheistic men to your women until they bring Īmān.’
−Al Qur’an Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah| 221,
−as ‘don’t marry Vedic Monotheist Hindus even.
To them, it was a månvī taħrīf, a distortion in meaning of Al Qur’an Al Kareem and deniable consequently, accordingly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had even offered Imām Muħammad Ħasan that she could manage his own mårāj, as Allah Rabbil Åālmīn Subħān wa tålā had arranged for Ħuzūrs.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could himself go in the past and watch himself the majority of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere with his own eyes.
He wanted to have both Al Kubrah Al Qāsim and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim with him in his time travel proposed thus, by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
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Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was as grateful to me as he could never be to anyone else.
None could believe it was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
He pleaded with Durgesh to protect him from his ever-greedy relatives or whoever the persons trying to prove him incompetent legally.
They could even murder him if they couldn’t prove him incompetent.
They had successfully staged the murder of Muħammad bin Qāsim framing his own most efficient daughter Al Kubrah Al Qāsim masquerading as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
And now they were spreading the rumors that Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand is the brain behind this conspiracy with Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā masterminding it all.
If Durgesh were not safeguarding Al Muħammad Al Qāsim it wasn’t any surprise Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would have been dead by now.*
And they say Durgesh is anti Muslim, Durgesh is communal.
They say Durgesh helps Musalmīn only when the Musalmīn let Durgesh fuck their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies.
Well, if even it is so, isn’t Durgesh better than his Musalmān sons in law and his ever greedy Musalmān relatives?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would never let Durgesh down.
Durgesh hasn’t let him down even for his ever-cunning Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
They say Durgesh helps only the Musalmān damsels in distress so that he can fuck them to satisfy his ever unquenchable infinite communal sexual Hindu lust for them.
Then why the hell Durgesh is helping Al Muħammad Al Qāsim against his ever cunning Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?
Isn’t Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, incredibly beautiful?
Isn’t she fucking Durgesh herself?
But isn’t Durgesh playing game with Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, too to safeguard Al Muħammad Al Qāsim?
Damn the anti Durgesh ever communal Pseudo Musalmīn.
Another Årab Sheikħ came hurrying from the room behind the curtained doorway.
“Welcome to the savior, welcome to the ever greatest son in law of the Al Qāsim Al Åbbās families.”
The Årab Sheikħ came forward, smiling respectfully.
Powerful shoulders pushed out a short, muscular arm.
Thick strong fingers grasped my hand.
“I’m Zāhid, Al Zāhid Al Saåīd.”
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim actually, lowered the lids of his eyes.
His skin was so transparent and wax like at the moment that he seemed almost as a corpse.
Then his eyes slowly opened.
The look of intense concentration had departed.
There was a smile on his lips now.
Moreover, in his eyes, there was a kindly twinkle.
“Forgive me, Durgesh my son, I need a good lawyer. I wanted to see if you really measured up.”
“Well,” I smiled, “Didn’t Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, your own daughter, told you about me?”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched my strong Uncut Hindu Lund coming out until head from Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and vanishing into the same again up to my balls.
“Well,” he smiled, “her need is different and my need is different.”*
I immediately saw what Bābarah Åālamgīr had been talking about.
She was all bubbly and energetic.
As she sat there and reviewed her plans with us, we smiled at each other.
“I figured if we leave around 7 AM tomorrow we will get to my place around noon or so. Then we can load everything up, and be gone, in an hour or so. Maybe more, so I can spend some time with my Ammī. However, I definitely want to be gone before Durgesh gets home. It won’t take long to load because all my stuff is still in the boxes from the dorm and in another 15 minutes or so, I’ll grab the few things left in my room. That will put us at your place in the late afternoon and we can either load up or wait and spend the night or if you want, we can get a motel room. Then come back the next day and be here for supper or maybe a little later.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās gushed out non-stop.
“So why are you so upbeat and happy today, you’re acting like you won the lottery?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at her, then at me.
She smiled demurely and looked down before she said,
“Well, I spent last night with a really wonderful man and I saw parts of him I’ve never seen before. And it made me feel really special. Besides that, I realized how much Durgesh loves Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, and that not everyone is as distant and uncaring as my father is or as cold as my stepfather. I realized what a parent is supposed to be like and I am so happy to share some time with him. It is sickening isn’t it?” She giggled out the last statement.
I was a little cautious at her references to me.
I never did take praise well.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just looked at her friend.
She realized that whatever happened last night, her Hindu Stepfather must have opened up a little at least.
And where Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās had been a little hesitant before, she was now fully fledged in love with me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled and felt genuine warmth radiating from her friend and happiness.
Bābarah Åālamgīr felt happy for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, as well as happy for me.
She decided that I was probably falling for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, but in my own way.
Slowly and carefully, like a man driving down a hill riding the brakes all the way.
I would get there, but in my own good time.
Bābarah Åālamgīr decided that I was cautious enough so she changed the subject
“How are we going to get your car down here?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“That piece of junk probably wouldn’t survive the trip. I called my uncle and he’s giving me $500 for it so I can fix it for my cousin. Between that and the money, we got playing golf I have enough for a down payment. That’s the other surprise I bought a car this morning the guy who rents the trucks sells cars and I got a good deal.”
Now I stopped and suspicion and alarm in my voice I asked.
“Where did you buy this car?”
She looked at me, startled.
“At the lot down on the strip, Bayside Auto, Why, is everything Ok.”
“I don’t know. Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās I don’t want to stick my nose in your business. After all it is your money, but since you bought it from me it might be wise if I took a look at it.” I offered.
“Durgesh, isn’t that where you got my car?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“Yes it is. I only deal with him because I own the land my lot sits on and I lease it to him. He’s afraid if I jerk him around, I’ll close him down because he’s always behind in the rent. So if it’s Ok with you Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, we can take a ride down and talk to him.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās seemed a little crestfallen.
“Ok, I was going to talk to you first anyway but he made it sound like such a good deal and I had somebody coming to look at it this afternoon. I didn’t want to lose it and now I screwed up.”
“You may not have screwed up. Besides, if you did you are in good company because everybody that lives here has bought a car from him at one time or another and most regretted it. Therefore, you may have lots of company. Or maybe you got a good one like I did for Bābarah Åālamgīr.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and I got into my car and headed down to the used car lot.
“No matter what happens or what I say just don’t protest. We will work him a bit.” I admonished her on the drive down.
We parked the car, got out, and we immediately met a sales representative.
“Just tell Āftāb Aħmad that I am here.” I ordered.
“Well, Āftāb Aħmad’s a little busy right now. How can I help you?”
“You can help by doing what you’re told. Go tell Āftāb Aħmad that I am here and he will be pissed if he’s not out here in 30 seconds flat.”
The guy gave me a look that said I stepped in something bad and sauntered off to the office.
We could see someone peeking out through the blinds of the office and shortly Āftāb Aħmad came out of the building.
“Is that the guy you dealt with?” I asked Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
“That’s him.” She answered.
“Ok just smile and act excited.” I told her.
“Hey Durgesh, how’s it going? Is this little lady a friend of yours?”
“Yep she is. I just figured we could take a look at what she bought.”
“Well, I wish I had known that before I could have worked her a good deal on something better. I could cut a deal on that one over their or the blue one too.”
“Well Nasīm Muåāwiyah, you go look at the cars and tell Āftāb Aħmad which ones you really like and let’s see if I can make you happy today.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at the two men and then at the cars.
“Well I can’t afford much.”
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah, Āftāb Aħmad has a big markup on some of these. He can move a lot and on others, he can’t. Therefore, that’s why I said to pick a couple of them out and we’ll go over it. He’s going to do you a good deal because he’s a friend of mine. Right, Āftāb Aħmad?”
“That’s right. Let Little lady pick some car out and we’ll talk about it. But now that I know you’re a friend of Durgesh. I’m not going to let you have the one we talked about earlier. It’s not good enough for you.”
So reluctantly, Nasīm Muåāwiyah wandered off to look at the cars.
As she left, I turned to Āftāb Aħmad.
“Āftāb Aħmad, you owe me 6 months back rent so whatever she wants she is going to get and without her knowing that any of it is coming out of my pocket. I’m not going to gouge you but I want her happy! Understand.”
“Ah Durgesh, things have been slow. I’ll get the money to ‘ya like always.”
“I know you will and I’m going to get at least some of it today. And when I said Understand” that was not a question that was a statement. I never bust your balls about the rent. Now I’m getting a favor in return or I can let Firdaus send the sheriff down and padlock everything like she’s always bitching at me to do. You know I let her handle the rental properties and you know what a bitch she can be. So decide me or her.”
Āftāb Aħmad licked his lips and without further hesitation,
“Whatever I can do for you Durgesh, it’s yours. I know you work with her and I ain’t stupid enough to want to deal with Firdaus. I hate to complain but I really would like to rework the lease.”
“Cut her a good deal and if she doesn’t have any trouble with it, we will see in October. Fair enough?”
“Yep. But they are used cars, Durgesh.”
“Have I ever been unreasonable Āftāb Aħmad ?”
About then Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās walked up.
“Ok I like the black one over there and the blue one over there and I really like the red one but I know it’s more than I can afford.”
“Well, little lady, let’s go into the office and see what we can do. But I would rather not sell you the black one. It may have a tiny problem with the transmission.” And he turned and started for the office.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at me.
“Did he just tell us the black one is a piece of junk?” she asked.
“Yeah, pretty much. He also told us the one you bought is junk. If it wasn’t he just would have wanted to cut the price for you rather than let me skim the cream off my lot.” I answered.
“I think I’m glad you made me come back here.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās said with relief in her voice.
We sat in the office and started to talk.
Āftāb Aħmad kept trying to push the blue car and the price he offered was attractive.
But I pointed out that she really like the red one.
“Well Durgesh, I got a lot into that car. it’s a little pricey. I paid almost $7500 for it and Nasīm Muåāwiyah said she doesn’t want to spend more than $5000.”
I looked at Āftāb Aħmad,
“I know where you got that car. You bought it from the Simmons kid before he shipped out overseas and you gave him $5000. Therefore, there is no reason in the world that, as a friend of mine, you can’t sell it to Nasīm Muåāwiyah here for $5500. You’re still making $500 off it. Yeah I know that you can probably get $9000 for it but what are friends for anyway.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās listened and then interrupted.
“Durgesh, I really did not want to spend that much. The payments are too high. I could afford it but it would be tight.”
“Honey, the payments are high because Āftāb Aħmad is charging 18% interest. The bank only charges 8 or 9% and I charge even less. All I want is sex. So let me loan you the difference.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās blushed crimson at my openness in front of a stranger but fell into step with me when she saw Āftāb Aħmad’s jaw drop open.
“That’s like threatening me with Ice Cream for dessert. I’ll give that to you and beg for more.”
Now Āftāb Aħmad was flabbergasted.
Here was his proprietor, older than he was who was talking about having sex with this Musalmān hottie that was young enough to be his daughter.
Some guys get all the luck.
I turned to him and nearly laughed aloud.
“You see Āftāb Aħmad, Nasīm Muåāwiyah is my girlfriend, she’s moving in with me. I care a lot about her and I want her to be happy. Therefore, she gets the red one for $5500. She already gave you $500 deposit, she’ll give you another $500 in a few days and the balance comes off what you owe me. End of discussion.”
One look at my face and Āftāb Aħmad only nodded.
He pulled out the forms for the transfer.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās left very happy and I even shook Āftāb Aħmad’s hand and thanked him.
I was happy because Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was happy.
On the way home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās said.
“Thanks for helping me with that. I would have gotten screwed but good. I am also going to pay you back. I don’t want to be a freeloader or moocher. I will pay my own way. I didn’t want to argue back there but I want to get a loan for it. And give it to you.”
“You’re welcome and don’t worry about getting a loan. Āftāb Aħmad is habitually between 3 and 9 months behind on my rent and I don’t get any interest from him. Therefore, I won’t take it from you. I know you’ll pay me back. However, you don’t have to. I considered giving it to you as a gift but I figured you wouldn’t accept it. Therefore, it’s a loan and once you get a couple of paychecks you figure out how you want to pay me. Besides it was worth it to see Āftāb Aħmad’s face, when he realized this old Hindu man was bopping the young Musalmān hottie.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās started to laugh.
“He did nearly drop his teeth. Didn’t he?”*
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim/Al Åbbās Al Saåīd grasped the big rubber tires of the wheelchair, spun it in a quick turn, lunged forward with his thin shoulders, and, mustering surprising strength for the persons who didn’t know he wasn’t Al Åbbās Al Saåīd actually, sent the chair shooting back through the curtained doorway at such speed that the others, following along behind, were left hopelessly in the rear.
Only Al Nādirah Al Åbbās and I could follow him. We were in Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
We could hover ourselves even with more speed.
I have only to penetrate Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my almost infinite Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Lund, to the hilt.
I hadn’t even done the Prayog.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās did that as soon as I penetrated her.
The room beyond the curtained doorway was a well-furnished drawing room with mosaic floors, sumptuous rugs and lavished furniture.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim spun the wheelchair into a quick turn and stopped it instantly.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim handled his chair with the deft, expert skill born of long practice.
I couldn’t believe he could do it with the practice he could do after I chalked out the scheme for his safety.
It was obvious; Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was practicing it even before I advised him to do it.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās pushed her glorious nude Musalmān buttocks into my lap eloquently.
She was as if saying I told you that, watch yourself.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās suspected Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was practicing to replace her Abbū, Al Åbbās Al Saåīd, for a long time.
The question was Why?
“Relax, relax.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said in high-pitched, piping voice, “Don’t stand on formality, please. There isn’t any time. Durgesh, my boy, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, my child, relax now. Al Zāhid, sit down. Damn it. You make me nervous, hovering around over me. I’m not going to break in two.”
“What has happened?” I asked him patiently.
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Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed apologetically and added.
“Sorry, Dūlhā Bhāī. Even while you are the Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies, and you are a multi zillionaire, my wife Taufīq Fātimah and my friend, Bābarah Åālamgīr, both wanted to be present here. Bābarah Åālamgīr is interested in…”
“My Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.” I said curtly.
“Well,” Muħammad bin Qāsim hesitated somewhat, “she is already living with you with her lady friends even, so I thought…”
“You blame me usually that I am a communal Hindu. To satisfy my communal Hindu lust, I fuck the horniest extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties. You never believed it was exactly otherwise. Now, watch yourself. Bābarah Åālamgīr and your own wife, Taufīq Fātimah, both are using you to fuck me.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was dumbfounded.*
Taufīq Fātimah laughed.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, I had warned you. Didn’t I?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was startled.
“Sorry, Taufīq Fātimah. I couldn’t believe Durgesh didn’t fuck even you.”
“Well,” Taufīq Fātimah smiled, “Durgesh exactly never refused to fuck me. But he wants me to plead with him for it.”
“Nonsense.” I said.
Yet I didn’t tell him that Bābarah Åālamgīr was actually my witness and I understood it very well that Taufīq Fātimah was Muħammad bin Qāsim’s witness actually.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to be present themselves but I advised them not to do so.
“I suggest everyone to come to the point.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “Even if us Musalmān Beauties’ Hindu Piyā is right, he hasn’t come here to fuck us.”
“That’s right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim grabbed the opportunity.
However, he was gritting his teeth actually that Bābarah Åālamgīr and Taufīq Fātimah both were using him as a stepladder to fuck me.
It meant his Hindu Jījū’s claim was correct irrefutably.
It was really exactly otherwise than he claimed until now.
Durgesh wasn’t fucking Musalmān Beauties initially, Musalmān Beauties were fucking Durgesh actually.
How mistaken he was about the morals of the horny Musalmān Beauties even.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was the daughter of Jamīlah Aurangzeb, Durgesh’s live in relationship partner.
Durgesh thought Bābarah Åālamgīr was thus his stepdaughter somewhat.
He refused to fuck Bābarah Åālamgīr.
But Bābarah Åālamgīr wanted Durgesh herself.
She never accepted Durgesh’s refusal.
She is still trying to convince Durgesh that she is the perfect wife for him even while Durgesh is sixty three and Bābarah Åālamgīr is twenty nine only.
Taufīq Fātimah has married him on a condition that he would produce a porn movie costarring Durgesh and Taufīq Fātimah, Muħammad bin Qāsim’s own wife.
Moreover, his own Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, will direct it.
“Maybe I should say no just so I could watch.”
But even as I said it, I moved around to view the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot offered to me.
“Come on, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt; hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Just do her a little. Make her cum then save the rest for later.” Bābarah Åālamgīr offered and reached out.
Moreover, to my surprise, Bābarah Åālamgīr grasped my Uncut Hindu Cock boldly and pulled it toward her friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I had little choice but to follow and soon found myself behind my new Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, guiding my Uncut Hindu Prick into her.
I slid in easily and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās sighed as I hit the bottom.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had released me but drew her hand away wet with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s juices and as she brought her hand to her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, she licked it clean.
I watched the sight and started to work my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hole in front of me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr never moved away.
Now being bolder more and more, Bābarah Åālamgīr stayed right next to us, running her hands down her friend’s body and my body, occasionally around her front, to slide across a Musalmān tit or down between us, to touch my Uncut Hindu Cock on the backstroke.
‘Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! This is incredible.’ I thought. ‘Here I am fucking a 29 year old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty and Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, is watching and helping us. So Hot! Isn’t it?’
I felt Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās tighten up and clamp down on me as she came.
Then realizing how close I was to my own orgasm, I called out,
“I’m gonna cum!”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās immediately pulled herself off me and called out,
“In my mouth this time, please Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās dropped her quivering crimson Musalmān lips over my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to suck.
The little bit of pressure was all I needed.
I shot my wad into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
As I finished Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās slid off me leaving a little string of cum running from her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth to my Uncut Hindu Prick.
She looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr, leaned over and kissed her in a passionate swapping of my Hindu cum.
Then they broke the kiss and both swallowed my Hindu cum greedily.
The sight nearly got me hard again.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls giggled and kissed again before jumping out of bed.
“I’ll use the shower downstairs. I need to get dressed today and all my clothes are down there.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās skipped out of the room.
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned over and kissed me, smiled at me and she too walked out of the room.*
I looked at Muħammad bin Qāsim.
What a damn fool he was.
He was so obsessed with the extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān beauty of a Hollywood star that he even consented to produce her porn movie with me.
He even convinced his own father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, to direct the bloody porn movie.
To what extent Pseudo Islam had brought down a Musalmān husband and a Musalmān father in law.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
“All right, what’s your proposition, my dear Sālé, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked.
I was careful not to smirk, however.
“Well,” feeling somewhat awkward, Muħammad bin Qāsim managed to say, “Jījū, Dūlhā Bhāī, of course, we don’t want to stand in the way and…”
“Never mind the preliminaries.” I smiled gallantly, “Bābarah Åālamgīr, Taufīq Fātimah, you and I, all of us must drop all the diplomatic approach among us. We know each other very well. Bābarah Åālamgīr is my live in relationship partner, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter by her previous marriage. I’m feeling somewhat awkward to have sex with her. Yet she is adamant to win her live in relationship with me. She has managed to swallow my Hindu Vīrý even using her friend Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās. Bābarah Åālamgīr isn’t interested in business as much as she is interested in her permanent live in relationship with me, replacing her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.”
“That’s right,” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled boldly.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was startled.
Or, at least, he acted to be.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, you said you need Durgesh to establish your own media empire as HVSI has successfully done globally even.” Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr quite surprised.
“Sure,” she smiled, “my Abbū, Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, have promised me to help in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah if I do establish my own media empire. I need Durgesh’s help in it. He is experienced. He has already done it for HVSI.”
“And why do you want to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim felt himself humiliated somewhat.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully converted former Saůūdī Årab now in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. I appreciate her stupendous success very much and I want her to help in her sacred movement to establish Democracy in the rest of the Pseudo Islamic countries as well.”
“I see.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said curtly.
“Similarly, your wife, Taufīq Fātimah, is not interested initially in business.”
“To hell with your damn business.” Taufīq Fātimah admitted bitterly, “I’m an actress and I love my profession more than even my life. Yet, I too want to enjoy a happy married life with Durgesh as my husband.”
“That’s what I suspected.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said, “You promised me if I produce a porn movie, directed by my Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, starring you with Durgesh, you’d be as grateful to me as you’d never leave me being my wife.”
“I am true to my promise.” Taufīq Fātimah smiled, “I’m still your wife, am I not? Even while I know you love Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s and Rājesh Rājpūt’s Uncut Hindu Lunds in your feminine Musalmān ass.”
“Well, I accept I am a bisexual. And I am not ashamed of it.”
“So,” I smiled, “actually none of us is interested in business. I want to do what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is interested in, because she has cuckolded Muħammad Ůsmān for me, despite the fact I hate to cuckold anyone.”
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t do any such thing.” Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed, “It was her younger sister Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah who kidnapped you and raped successfully. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah never appreciated Muħammad Ůsmān. She convinced Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah to cuckold Muħammad Ůsmān for you. However, what’s wrong in cuckolding anyway? Isn’t it more human and lovelier to have a permanent threesome with your wife’s lover, if you can’t satisfy your wife sexually completely, yet you still love her?”*
I dressed to run my errands.
As I was preparing to leave, I called out to the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls that I was leaving.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās ran up, in her panties and gave me a hug and kiss before I left.
“I know Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli are going to try to bang you while I’m gone. It’s Ok if you want to. I don’t mind. So don’t think that you’ll be cheating on me, or anything. Just have a good time.”
As Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās turned to go she grasped my Uncut Hindu Cock through my pants and gave me a squeeze then returned to finish dressing.
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned on the wall smirking at me.
“You’re getting more young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choots these couple of weeks, than you did the whole time you were living in Live in relationship to my Ammī. Aren’t you?” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed. “Have fun, we’ll see you later.”
I left shaking my head.
‘Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, sure as hell, grew up, didn’t she?’ I said to myself.
Then I remembered where we were really going.
My mood changed.
I found myself a happy man once more.
Happy at the thought that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr would soon have permanently here where I lived in my present body.
It was the logical thing for both of them to stay with me.
I would have them both full time.
Then I won’t have to care for their safety from the communal Pseudo Musalmīn, and/or terrorists and criminal/ criminal minded Musalmīn.
As I drove to my various errands, I rolled the events of the last few days around in my mind.
I realized I was as happy about Bābarah Åālamgīr staying with me, as I was for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
I also admitted to myself that I was ready to surrender to even Bābarah Åālamgīr now.
Now it was no use to refuse anymore.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was determined to replace her Ammī as my new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Live in relationship Partner.
She was deliberately winning me.
Now I really did want to make love to her, often.
I almost did this morning in the shower.
I was inches away from bending her over and slipping inside her then.
Honestly, I was just waiting for her to make one move in that direction, one come on, just one sign that she wanted it as she had told me the night before.
Then again, when Bābarah Åālamgīr had stayed with us, while I banged Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, minutes later.
I had in fact intended on laying her down, as soon as I was finished with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
However, when I came in Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s mouth, I lost my hardness, which was a rare event.
Yet it was not surprising however, after the previous night and earlier in the morning.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was right.
I was getting more young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choots in the last week than I had had previously.
I returned home shortly before noon and found that Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli had not returned from the beach yet.
I was surprised.
I half expected to find them both naked in my bed waiting for me.
I was actually relieved.
I wanted to be alone for some time now.
I had gotten up early and been running all morning, not to mention all the ashvinātam sex.
I was tired somewhat.
Yet, I changed into my bathing suit before I lay down on the bed to wait for them.
As might be expected, I dropped off to sleep almost immediately.
I woke later to find that Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli had joined me.
Both were wearing their swimsuits.
Nishāt Nazli had her usual almost nothing thong and surprisingly Zubaydah Bābar was wearing a relatively modest bikini.
Both were asleep but apparently, lightly as when I moved they both woke.
“Hi,” Nishāt Nazli said muzzily, “you looked comfortable so we decided to lie down and wait for you. Too much sun and ocean. We got tired.” She reached her arm across my chest and ran her hand over me while she talked.
Zubaydah Bābar had her hand on my leg.
She was stroking my thigh.
“So are you hungry?” she asked. “We were, so we ate when we got back. We can have my cook make you something.”
“No thanks. I just lay down to wait for you and must have dropped off. I didn’t mean to make you miss the beach time.” I offered.
“That’s Ok it was nice lying here with you. You’re a good bed friend. You don’t roll around or snore, well at least not much.” Zubaydah Bābar teased.
“So are we going to the beach or what?” I asked.
“That depends on if “or what” includes getting naked.” Nishāt Nazli answered.
She was still stroking my chest and belly.
However, once she said it, she slid her hand down inside my swim trunks to run her hand over my hardening Uncut Hindu Prick.
I smiled at her.
“Don’t you ever think about anything, but getting laid?”
“Yeah, I think about playing golf and getting laid by you, and eating and getting laid by you, and drinking and getting laid by you, and dancing and getting laid by you.” Nishāt Nazli winked at me significantly.
Zubaydah Bābar did not want to be left out.
She had moved her hand up the leg of my trunks.
She was fondling my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls now.
As Zubaydah Bābar did it, I laughed at Nishāt Nazli’s joke.
Then I put an arm around each, drew them close, and kissed them each.
“If you Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls keep up what you’re doing you’re going to make me make a mess in my trunks.”
“That would be a terrible waste of good Hindu cum.” Zubaydah Bābar offered as she drew her hand out and started working the ties on my trunks.
As we loosened, she and Nishāt Nazli slid them off me and down to my knees, exposing my Uncut Hindu manhood in its entire splendor.
Nishāt Nazli reached out and took me in hand, as I leaned over and kissed Zubaydah Bābar with a passionate tongue-swapping kiss.
As I held her in embrace, I reached back and unhooked her bikini top freeing her large Musalmān breasts.
Together we removed her top and Zubaydah Bābar began to squirm out of the bottom of her suit as Nishāt Nazli worked my Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand.
Nishāt Nazli could not resist the Hindu monster she was holding for long, shortly dropped her beautiful Musalmān head down, and took as much of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as Nishāt Nazli could manage and began to bob on me.
While she sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock, Zubaydah Bābar and I had managed to remove Zubaydah Bābar‘s suit.
I had taken one of her Musalmān tits into my palm while my other hand probed Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot sliding a finger deep inside her and using my thumb to tickle her ravenous Musalmān clit at the same time.
Zubaydah Bābar was humping herself onto my hand and already was lost in lust.
Nishāt Nazli was still working on giving me a grand blowjob when I reached down and urged her up to me.
She released my Uncut Hindu Lund and moved up to where I was playing with Zubaydah Bābar’s Musalmān tit.
I released her Musalmān tit and offered it to Nishāt Nazli.
She bent to her friend’s breast and began to lick and suck it into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth teasing the large extended nipple.
I replaced my finger with my Uncut Hindu Lund buried into Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot working it and working her closer to orgasm.
I used my free hand to untie Nishāt Nazli’s top and free her from the confines of the tiny top she wore.
Then I turned my attentions to the thong she wore.
She tugged it down and off her, revealing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot mound to me.
I pushed and urged the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls together until Nishāt Nazli was perched on top of Zubaydah Bābar and still was sucking her Musalmān tits.
I had positioned them so that their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussies were together.
Now while I was still Penising Zubaydah Bābar they began to grind themselves together.
I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and up into Nishāt Nazli’s to check and make sure she was as wet and ready as Zubaydah Bābar was.
Zubaydah Bābar whimpered at the loss of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her still ravenous Musalmān Choot.
But the loss was not long and soon she felt my Uncut Hindu Prick probing her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Twat, working its way up and down her tremendously attractive immensely pretty immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slit as I kneeled between her Musalmān legs.
Then without further warning, I pushed and began to slide in.
Zubaydah Bābar responded with a loud immensely happy grunt and arched herself against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot that was still rubbing hers as my Uncut Hindu Cock worked its way inside Zubaydah Bābar.
It took me a bit of effort to get all the way inside, just as it had the night before in the hot tub, but soon I was all the way in and pumping away on her.
Zubaydah Bābar was lost in the grand sex with me.
She had my massive Uncut Hindu Cock filling her tiny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Twat so full it almost hurt and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend and lover was mashing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot into her own while she suckled on her breast.
She could feel her orgasm building as my Uncut Hindu Cock in her, pounded her Pakistani Musalmān insides, every stroke slamming against her cervix, bottoming out.
Soon it was there, her muscles wouldn’t respond and Zubaydah Bābar started to shudder then the release of fluids from her nether regions bathed my Uncut Hindu Cock in her cum, the word went gray and reality lost focus for a few seconds as her orgasm finished and spent itself.
The pounding slowed and lessened finally stopping as I withdrew from her.
However, I did not stop.
I raised my point of aim and slid all the way inside Nishāt Nazli with one stroke.
I held it there for a few seconds as she acclimated and stretched to accept me, before I started the relentless pounding in that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Nishāt Nazli was busy enjoying the feeling of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend’s body as I pounded her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
She was sucking her massive Musalmān tits.
Licking the areoles then drawing the nipples into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth to grasp them in her teeth and bite down to send little tendrils of pain through her friend’s breasts.
My Uncut Hindu Cock worked on Nishāt Nazli.
She could feel Zubaydah Bābar moving underneath her as my Uncut Hindu Cock forced its way back and forth and the movement created a friction on her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot that in reality wasn’t much more than a tease to her.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
I never thought Muħammad bin Qāsim was so great a man.
I thought he was drastically communal.
Yet my opinion about Muħammad bin Qāsim was mostly based on the reports I received either from his sisters or from Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
However, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was himself a drastic Hindu communal.
He hated Musalmīn to the extent that he wanted every Musalmān woman get fucked by a Hindu whether that Hindu is himself a Sukr’t, a noble doer, or not.
I took the envelope from him.
“I tried to entrust ACP Suraiyā Jamāl for this envelope. But she refused to have it. Instead, she advised me to give it to you.”
“Don’t worry.” I said gravely, “I would see to it that whoever the conspirator/conspirators are, s/he/they never succeed. And in case, Taufīq Fātimah really needed my help, she’d get it.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was overwhelmed.
He fell on my feet.
“Please, forgive me, Jījū. I was a damn fool that I hated you. I was so communal that I couldn’t see anything except that you are a Hindu and you were fucking extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauties. I couldn’t differentiate you from the ever-communal ever anti-Muslim Shankar Mahāpralayankar. I’m sorry.”
I raised him from my feet and hugged him.
If he was doing an act, it was really marvelous.
But, the question was: If I could adjust with even Shankar Mahāpralayankar why couldn’t I adjust with Muħammad bin Qāsim too?
Were both of them not communal?
So, if one of them was excused why not the other too?
Why not the other too?*
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at me.
“I discussed the matter with your friend ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. She thinks I’m mistaken. Taufīq Fātimah may not be as innocent in her opinion as I think out of sheer stupidity that I want to possess a Hollywood celebrity.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was right.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl had met me once when I was coming out of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim Mansion.
The door of Muħammad bin Qāsim’s office was locked.
Almost immediately, we could hear the sound of steps.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, radiating his inherent femininity more than he was radiating his masculinity opened the door.
“Well, well, well, my greatest Hindu Jījū with my Hollywood celebrity wife, in person?” his eyes seemed hot with emotion.
However, his more feminine and less masculine face was cool, collected and thoroughly master of himself.
Yet his eyes belied his placid, docile, calm features.
He was not an utter damn fool after all.
“Come on, Jījū. So, your porn star heroine received you here?”
Taufīq Fātimah laughed.
“Jealous of who, Muħammad bin Qāsim? Jealous of me that I got Durgesh as my porn costar hero, or jealous of Durgesh that he has already enjoyed your Hollywood Celebrity wife to his heart’s content?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed good-naturedly.
“Hey, you were NOT my wife then. I’m proud of myself that you decided to marry me ultimately while my Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt Jījū was also available to you.”
“That’s the spirit.” Taufīq Fātimah winked at her husband, “Why the hell we be jealous of something that’s running from someone’s past? Why shouldn’t we be proud of the present? It’s the positive thinking, the positive attitude toward life.”
“Thank you. Won’t you two porn stars come in, please?”
I didn’t contradict him.
It was useless.
People easily used to suspect that I’ve already fucked every Beauty that they saw with me ever, whether she was a Musalmān Beauty or other.
Even if they believed I didn’t make the first move, they never believed the innocence of the Beauty concerned.
They thought every Beauty was crazy to fuck me however moral she was.
I was an exception for the Beauties as far as their morals were concerned.
In their bright opinion, I was something like a trophy, every Beauty whosoever was crazy, to get if she could ever.
Muħammad bin Qāsim escorted Taufīq Fātimah and me through an outer office into his private office.
“I want you folks to meet Miss Bābarah Åālamgīr. She is a successful reporter as well as she has a real estate agency in the building and I knew she’d be working late. I asked her to come in.”*
I walked past them to the coffee pot.
“You’re just jealous that it wasn’t you screaming I quipped.” I smiled at Nishāt Nazli.
“Damn right we are.” Nishāt Nazli answered.
“Yeah, what we got last night was just a tease. We’re going to try to bribe Nasīm Muåāwiyah into letting us fuck you wildly.” Zubaydah Bābar threatened.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just sat there sipping her coffee and smiling.
She was admiring my Uncut Hindu Lund and how tight and firm it was then as I turned to face them she licked her quivering crimson Musalmān lips at the sight of my half-inflated Uncut Hindu Cock.
Bābarah Åālamgīr once again stiffened her resolve to have me inside her as soon as she could manage it.
“So what are you Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls planning for today?” I asked cunningly smiling, teasing them.
“Nishāt Nazli and I are going in for some more beach time.” Zubaydah Bābar answered miraculously.
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to go visit her aunt, she doesn’t live far and I told her I’d drive. We’ll probably be back after lunch.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered. “In fact we need to leave in about two hours so I figure I’ll let her sleep a bit before I wake her. What about you?”
“Is she really Nasīm Muåāwiyah ? Isn’t she Al Ħamd Al Åbbās?”
“Are you crazy? I don’t know what Al Zakāt Al Qāsim is after, yet you…”
“I have some errands to run this morning, then back here before lunch and be lazy the rest of the day.” I answered, interrupting the tense high voltage interchange among them.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim has really disturbed them materially.
“Goody, we’ll come back for lunch and then drag you down to the beach with us. You fuck us all on the beach, Hindu boy. “Nishāt Nazli offered.
“You know living here I very rarely go to the beach. It’s 100 yards away and I haven’t even been down once this season. So maybe I’ll take you up on that.”
“Well, we want to get there and get a good spot so we are going to get our suits on and get going. See you at lunch.” Zubaydah Bābar said.
With the two of them leaving, Bābarah Åālamgīr and I were left alone once again.
We made small talk for a while.
I noticed how comfortable I had become with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s nudity and with my own around her.
We both were nude.
The relationship of a Hindu Stepfather and Musalmān stepdaughter was fading away fast, with deliberate nonstop efforts from Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She was adamant to convert it into a permanent live in relationship now.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was determined to have me inside her, as her Ammī had.
“I wonder if that’s a good thing.” I asked myself.
I also knew that they weren’t going to see Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s aunt today.
They had interviews with my friend Shankar, the president of the Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad board, but I didn’t say anything.
I did wonder though when they were going to tell me.
‘Probably want to make sure they have the job.’ I reasoned.
We toasted a couple of bagels and added juice to our breakfast before finishing with another cup of coffee.
I enjoyed the time with Bābarah Åālamgīr and the conversation.
“Well I guess I should get a shower and get dressed. Do you want me to wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah, or do you yourself want to?” I asked Bābarah Åālamgīr.
“She’s got some time yet to sleep. Probably when you get out of the shower you can wake her.” She answered as I stood to head for the shower.
I acknowledged her request, walked toward the bedroom and then walked in shower in the master bath.
As I walked away, Bābarah Åālamgīr watched my Uncut Hindu Lund work and she found herself with a finger in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as I disappeared around the corner.
“Ohh, I’m getting bad.” Bābarah Åālamgīr thought to herself. “Fingering myself as I watch Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund walk away. I do need to fuck Durgesh soon.” She thought as she continued to diddle herself.
Bābarah Åālamgīr sat there for a couple of minutes before she got up the nerve to follow the thought that ran through her mind and suddenly she stood and headed after me.
“Before I lose my nerve. I may not get to fuck Durgesh today but I’ll at least take another step closer.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr walked to my bedroom door.
I had left it opened when I went in.
Bābarah Åālamgīr noted that Nasīm Muåāwiyah was still sound asleep.
Bābarah Åālamgīr turned, opened the door to the bathroom and slipped in.
I was in the shower and the glass doors were all steamed up.
I couldn’t see her.
She opened the door quietly.
I had my back turned.
Bābarah Åālamgīr slipped in and quietly closed the door.
Before I could turn around, Bābarah Åālamgīr picked up the soap, quickly soaped up her hands, reached out and began to run her soapy hands down my back.
I moaned at her touch.
Yet I couldn’t help to arch my back, though successfully suppressing the consequent natural pleasure.
I didn’t want to let the others, whosoever they might be, capitalize on my weaknesses.
It might be dangerous for HVSI Group of Companies and myself too.
I had to act prudently ever.
“I tried not to wake you, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, but now I’m glad I did. You can keep that up as long as you like.”
I couldn’t even imagine it wasn’t Nasīm Muåāwiyah or Al Ħamd Al Åbbās at all.
It was Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Smiling cunningly, yet without answering, Bābarah Åālamgīr stepped up behind me and ran her hands down my sides and around to my chest and stomach.
From my response, Bābarah Åālamgīr knew I loved the attention and when she moved her hands down to wash my Uncut Hindu Cock, Bābarah Åālamgīr found it was rock hard.
She allowed her soapy hands to stroke me and then reached underneath to fondle my Hindu balls.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was tempted to keep going and jerk me off or at least get me to a state of arousal where I would not refuse her, but she chose to go with her original plan.
Slow and sure, one step at a time.
Bābarah Åālamgīr already knew she was winning me over and it would not be much longer.
Bābarah Åālamgīr took my Uncut Hindu Lund in her hands and stroked me a bit more before she let me go.
“Ok Durgesh darling, my turn now.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said as she turned her back to me to be washed.*
I was shocked.
I had been so sure it was Nasīm Muåāwiyah in the shower with me I never even looked.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr,” I was curt somewhat, “what the hell are you doing here with me?”
“I figured I needed a shower too, and we could save water.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered innocently, glancing back over her shoulder. “Come on, do my back please.”
I was furious.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, had gotten into the shower with me and had washed me already, without my express permission.
She had even stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock.
But not all that much, she could have been washing me.
My thoughts warred in my head.
We had been sitting talking, having breakfast just a few minutes ago, completely naked and neither of us objected it.
Was this really a big step?
Then almost without conscious thought, as my brain argued with our mutual desires, I picked up the soap and started to wash her back for her.
She won’t stop, I knew now.
She had experienced my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in her palm now.
She had played with it while I thought she was Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
Now, no use locking the stable after the horse was stolen.
Let her go ahead, because she is adamant to go ahead.
So, why after a bitter argument?
Why not without any argument if it’s inevitable?
My hands touched her naked shoulders, ran over them and across her shoulder blades.
Bābarah Åālamgīr arched her back at my touch.
I followed through; by running, my hands down her back, to the top of her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and then turned them away and up her sides and back down again.
I slid them down her sides to her Musalmān legs, continued washing the outsides of her thighs, and then again turned and this time brought them over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass in slow loving circles.
I washed her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass carefully and ran my hands down over the swell of it and down her thighs.
That done, I brought them back up across her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān butt and around to her stomach slowly running my hands over her flat stomach and upwards, up toward her chest.
Then finally, I ran my hands over her Musalmān tits.
I let my palms rest over her nipples and moved them around in circles, washing them but at the same time stimulating them.
Then all too soon I moved them back down across her tummy to her enormously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mound, over the little strip of hair that she left there and down across her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Bābarah Åālamgīr, smiling triumphantly, spread her Musalmān legs a little to allow me inside her thighs.
I brushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips with my hand.
A tingle shot through Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Then I was done.
She felt me begin to release her and then stop.
I brought my hands back up to her Musalmān tits, cupped them, and drew her to me.
My front against her back.
Bābarah Åālamgīr could feel my full 9 ½ inches pressing into the small crack of her back and felt a trickle of juice release from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as she realized what it was she was feeling pressing back there.
I held nude Bābarah Åālamgīr to nude me, my hands over her Musalmān tits pressing into me and I kissed the top of her head.
“I love you honey, Bābarah Åālamgīr.” I whimpered passionately.
I squeezed her a bit harder then released her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr turned to face me and kissed me on the lips, gently,
“I love you too Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
Bābarah Åālamgīr wrapped her arms around my middle and pulled me close.
Bābarah Åālamgīr reveled in the feeling of my Uncut Hindu Cock pressing into her belly.
I placed my hands on her back and let them run up and down.
Fondling her and feeling her, touching her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and thighs.
Then I released her.
“I think we’re clean enough. We should get out.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled triumphantly once more, nodded as she released me and we stepped out of the shower.
She was afraid I was going to ignore her now, but to her pleasant surprise, I didn’t.
I smiled at her and offered to dry her off.
Bābarah Åālamgīr gladly accepted the invitation.
Then as I ran, the big soft towel over her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body Bābarah Åālamgīr felt as though she would orgasm from my touch.
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah is right you do have a really nice touch, very sensual. Thank you for doing that for me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It was nice to have you wash me and it was nice to wash you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr told me as she took a clean towel and rubbed me dry.
I noticed she spent a little more time on my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls than would have been required but I did not stop her or even mention it.
It was no use now.
Moreover, mostly, I admitted to myself because I enjoyed it too.
Then I surprised Bābarah Åālamgīr once more.
“Yes it was excellent. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was pleasantly shocked.
That almost sounded like an invitation, certainly an acknowledgement.
Now Bābarah Åālamgīr was more certain than ever that she was winning this battle.
Bābarah Åālamgīr even had the feeling that I was sorely tempted in the shower to just give up and make love to her.
She knew she was too.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had fought off the temptation the whole time just to drop to her knees and suck me into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
She smiled to herself, soon, soon she would have me and it would be better because I would do it willingly, even eagerly.
That was how it needed to be if it was to be right and good between us.
Bābarah Åālamgīr stood on her toes and kissed me again.
“Thanks Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!. Now let’s go wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah up.” Bābarah Åālamgīr deliberately squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund, bent down, kissed it, licked it, and suddenly taking it fully in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, Bābarah Åālamgīr started to give me a tremendous blowjob.
Absolutely unprepared for it, I was startled and dumbfounded.
Bābarah Åālamgīr played it very smart.
She proposed to go wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
And when I was confident there won’t be any more mischief from her, Bābarah Åālamgīr suddenly started sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund without any ultimatum whatsoever.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was happily sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund now, triumphantly that her strategy worked.
Before I could object, my Uncut Hindu Lund was inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and Bābarah Åālamgīr was sucking it already ravenously.
Realizing Bābarah Åālamgīr’s strategy and her victory over me, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the immense sexual bliss Bābarah Åālamgīr was bestowing on me.
It was futile now to stop Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She could not be stopped now.
Even the hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
From the service Bābarah Åālamgīr was providing to my Uncut Hindu Lund, it was more than obvious; Bābarah Åālamgīr loved me with all her existence.
Now it was up to me to have her as my indebted friend or scorned enemy.
Was I fool enough to convert my such a devoted friend into my enemy?
I opted to stand there, surrendering to Bābarah Åālamgīr’s needs; with my eyes closed, enjoying every blissful moment of it.
It lasted as if until infinity.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was attacking my Uncut Hindu Lund with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth in every way possible, as if it was a matter of life and death to her.
She had gripped my hips strongly.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was on her knees.
And her exceedingly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth was extremely busy with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Bābarah Åālamgīr sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund ravenously in every possible way.
It was obvious from her every expression Bābarah Åālamgīr was enjoying the act very much.
Ultimately, I had to explode into Bābarah Åālamgīr’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked triumphantly at me and gulped every drop of my Hindu Vīrý I blasted into her tremendously attractive awfully stunning enormously cute, incredibly elegant, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.
Then Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist the temptation. Thanks for your cooperation however.”
“Sālī.” I smiled, “very smart of you. I was caught absolutely unprepared.”
“I’m 29 now, my darling. And a PhD. I can take care of my dreams.” Bābarah Åālamgīr’s mischievous Musalmān eyes were sparkling triumphant.
“Yes, I can see it now.”
Suddenly Bābarah Åālamgīr stood up, hugged me with her arms around my neck, and kissed me full on my Hindu lips.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was rock hard.
It was knocking on the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān entrance of Bābarah Åālamgīr’s Jannat-e-Firdaus.
Bābarah Åālamgīr opened her Musalmān legs wider and allowed my Uncut Hindu Lund to enter her Jannat-e-Firdaus.
My entire head vanished into her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“Enough, Bābarah Åālamgīr.” I ordered her curtly, “No more mischief. Let it remain there. No more penetration now if you really don’t want to lose me forever.”
“Okay. Sorry if I’ve gone too far.” Bābarah Åālamgīr looked into my eyes impishly, entirely unashamed of anything she was doing.
“I want your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot fully embedded deepest.”
“I know, Sālī, I know. But not now.”
“I promise to fuck you as much as you want to, but not now.”
“I need it now.”
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, I never wanted you as my woman.”
“But I always loved you as my dream man.”
“But you never said it to me. Now let me adjust mentally for what you want from me. Don’t speed it up. You want to make yourself a better wife to me than your Ammī was. Don’t you?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr’s mischievous Musalmān eyes sparkled.
“Of course. I want to replace my Ammī forever. And I’m not ashamed of it even a bit. You maybe sixty three as you claim but you are still the most competent Hindu husband for all of us Musalmān Beauties.”
The two of us moved out to the bedroom and got onto the bed on either side of the still sleeping Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
She was still on her belly exactly the way I left her earlier.
We called her name and ran our hands down her back until she stirred.
“Come on it’s time to get up. You have to go see your aunt, Bābarah Åālamgīr tells me.” I said.
“Hmmm, I was hoping you’d wake me up the way you did earlier.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah purred sleepily.
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“If Durgesh does that you’ll go see your aunt with his Hindu cum running down your leg and we can’t have that, can we?”
“But it was so much fun.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah pouted “Just a little. Please.” She asked raising her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass up into the air and wiggling it back and forth.
Bābarah Åālamgīr moved around behind her and looked at her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“I don’t know Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!. It looks pretty good. If I were a guy I would definitely do her. Hell, if you don’t. I might just eat her out right here.”*
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled.
“Thank you. You won’t ever regret it. Moreover, it isn’t too far.”
“Even it is too far, it’s my pleasure. I love company of beautiful ladies.” I smiled gently.
“For calling me beautiful.”
“But that’s the truth.”
“Thanks once more.” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled seductively.
‘Your Uncut Hindu Lund would be busier into my Musalmān Cunt beyond your imagination, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam.’ she murmured to herself.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Nothing. Sorry, I lost in thought to myself.”
I took another look at the beautiful face.
The Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was smiling.
It was extremely beautiful.
The teeth were white and regular.
There was just the hint of something about the lips, though they were crimson red and quivering seductively, yet indicated to be cunning somewhat.
The eyes were lovely and expressive.
There was a lean competence about her.
She was not known to me.
Yet, she wouldn’t have been in the parking lot unless she was connected with the company, and if she was connected with the executive branch of the company, she undoubtedly was all right.
Suddenly it flashed to me.
No, she wasn’t Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
She was Al Kubrah Al Qāsim actually.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s younger half sister.
They had different fathers.
But Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was so attached to Al Ħamd Al Åbbās that he had asked Al Kubrah Al Qāsim to take care of her personally.
I knew something more.
Even Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t know that.
Why the hell Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was working, in her own Abbū’s company, using her younger half sister’s name?
Only to keep close clandestine watch on Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand?
Well, why it was not possible?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was a shrewd successful businessperson after all.
He resented being misinformed.
He resented being dependent on others if he could avoid it somehow.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was more devoted to her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim than Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was.
Had Al Muħammad Al Qāsim instructed his most faithful daughter to keep watch on me too?
I was suddenly all-alert.
But not externally to alert Al Kubrah Al Qāsim too.
I kept her understanding that her real identity was still unknown to me.
I wanted to let her play the game she was so keenly playing.
Yet, one thing was still clear to me now.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t have faith in his other daughters as he had in Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Did Al Zakāt Al Qāsim know it?
Was she at least aware of it, if she didn’t know it?
In addition, if she wasn’t even aware of it, did she suspect it at least?
What Muħammad bin Qāsim thought of it?*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Are you sure I’m not inconveniencing you?”
“I’m sure I am not impotent enough.”
“Allah, I never meant that.”
“Only an impotent can be inconvenienced with a dazzling Musalmān Beauty.”
“You are kidding me.”
“Never. But if you really like my kids…”
“Please!” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim raised her hands, “I surrender.”
“For my kids? Really?”
“Allah Allah!” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim blushed, “I can’t compete with you ever.”
“Please come on,” I said opening the door, “Roll up your window tight. It may rain more tonight. I think it’ll be clearing by midnight. I mean, according to the weather report at least. Here’s my Mercedes, right over here.”
I remembered now, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had been away on Ħaj.
She had returned recently only.
I held the door open for Al Kubrah Al Qāsim with deferential courtesy.
She leaned back against the soft cushions.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim appreciated the rich leather upholstery.
I jumped in the other side.
‘Allah,’ Al Kubrah Al Qāsim thought, ‘if the Hindu beast is really sixty three, as he claims, it’s a miracle he is behaving as if he is actually ever young.
Is ever youth possible?
How the hell the Hindu scoundrel is managing to keep his wonderful youth still at his sixty-three?
Is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan right?
Is Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī right too?
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was telling his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Durgesh is a Para Human.
He has evolved himself beyond even a Posthuman.
The motor was already running.
It purred into multi-cylindered response.
A current of warm air flowed reassuringly abut Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s chilled ankles.
Ved Nagar wasn’t in a cold country.
It was in India.
It covered old Jabalpur, Seoni, Nagpur, Narsinghpur, Balaghat, Chhindwara, etc.
The miracle was it covered some parts of old Mumbai and Karachi too.
None could explain it.
Ved Nagar was a miracle the ultramodern science could produce.
Fabiayyi ālai Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?
It explained the impasse.
The big Mercedes glided into motion so gently Al Kubrah Al Qāsim hardly realized it had started.
I drove out past the robot security guard at the entrance to the parking lot.
“Right or left?” I asked Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Left.” she said watching me triumphantly adroitly.
“That’s superb.” I laughed, “I myself had to go that way already. How far?”
“Not too far.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim laughed too, “Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company is a zillionaire group of Companies. But we are, even then, still poor as compared to HVSI Group of Business Enterprises, HVSI Group of Companies. Your creativity is still beyond imagination for the rest of the companies, including us.”
“You are being too polite. Thanks anyway for being so nice to a competitor.”
“It’s a pleasure to be in the company of the Supreme successful business tycoon of entire history of humankind. How can you manage it?”
“Our Board of Directors does it. You are crediting the wrong man.” I smiled politely.
“Your Board of Directors credits you and you credit your Board of Directors. Playing the mutual admiration game?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim laughed melodically.
“Isn’t it a nice game to play?”
“Well, I think that’s the mystery behind your incredulous success.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me dreamily.
She had come very close to me.
Our thighs touched each other’s.
I immediately stopped the Mercedes parking it at left.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim boldly sat down on my lap, rising from where she was, facing me.
“Any objection?” she looked into my eyes seductively.
“Am I a fool to object?” I winked at her, “You are most welcome.”
“I noticed your erection for me. I thought I too must thank you.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim put her extremely beautiful arms around my neck.
“My pleasure.” I said.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was kissing me wildly aggressively.
The kiss lasted longer than I anticipated.
Her heavy buttocks had filled my lap competently.
My erection was imprisoned now between them.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim deliberately squeezed my erection between her buttocks significantly.
I hugged her more snugly.
She started to undress me.
“Are you sure you want me here?” I looked into her eyes, “It’s road. We are beside it. The cars are passing every now and then.”
“Isn’t open sex, in public even, not prohibited in Ved Nagar, if it’s consensual, between adults?”
“You want to exhibit what we are doing?”
“Only if you insist to.”
“I insist to. ‘Pardah nahīn jab koī Kħudā sé bandon sé pardah karnā kyā’?”
I looked into her eyes.
“Well, if you insist my dear, I haven’t another alternative except to surrender to you”
“Hey, I love your attitude. Now watch just what you get from me in reward.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim went wild.
Yet, she wasn’t wild enough to fuck me then and there.
She only sucked me there.
She was in 69 position.
We were both nude.
I kissed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .
Then, surprisingly she controlled herself.
“Let’s go.” she said suddenly, “You asked me how far we’d have to go. I said, ‘not too far’. My speedometer clocks it at two miles. However, my car is not quite as late a model as this one. I simply can’t afford it.”
“You like my Mercedes?”
“Who is the damnfool that wouldn’t?”
“Do you love me?”
“Do you need any more proof?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim winked at me kissing the head of my Uncut Hindu Prick.
“Then I think you must remember this meeting forever.”
“Sure, this meeting has brought my dreams come true.”
I kissed Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
“Take my Mercedes too as my gift to remember this meeting.”
“What?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim jumped, “I can’t believe it.”
“It’s yours from this very instant. Now, ma’am, will you please be kind enough to leave me to my house, in your Mercedes, when we get done?”
“Idiot, you can’t return to your home tonight. We are on our Honeymoon for at least a complete month. You may call your staff afterwards for your own transportation.”*
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad left Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s office and stopped by the ladies’ room in the corridor.
There was a mirror.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always watched her excellent exquisite figure immense proudly whenever she saw any mirror.
Allah, how beautiful she was.
Perhaps even more beautiful than even her role model Sidrah Aħmad was.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad worshipped every ground Sidrah Aħmad walked on.
What a woman.
What a dare devil woman.
Born and ever being an ardent Sunnī Musalmān Beauty, Sidrah Aħmad never allowed any Musalmān even to touch her romantically even, let him sexually being even beyond imagination.
She said, ‘No bloody Musalmān deserves any Musalmān Beauty ever. Every Musalmān Beauty deserves a Hindu man. Even a Traditional Hindu is better than any Musalmān whosoever the hell he is’.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had gone even one step ahead more.
‘No Hindu deserves any platonic relationship with any Musalmān Beauty ever. The Hindus are made only to meet the sexual needs of entire Musalmān Beauties.’
She studied her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face in the mirror.
She was very happy with what she saw.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad was never tired or drawn.
She hated any dark circle under any female Musalmān eyes.
“Fuck a Hindu Shaktimān, and get rid of it.” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always said.
If a Musalmān Beauty refused ever, on whatsoever her ground may be, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad kidnapped her and compelled her to fuck a Hindu Shaktimān herself.
When the Musalmān Beauties compelled to fuck a Hindu Shaktimān in this way, tried to suicide ever, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always kidnapped them again and compelled the Musalmān Beauties to live in relationship with a Hindu Shaktimān, whosoever he may be.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad was powerful and she had vowed to be more and more powerful till she existed.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was her greatest fan.
He also believed in the values Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had.
Yet, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad needed a vacation very much.
But she couldn’t even think of it, until the things were settled.
No, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad never needed any make up, no blusher, no lip-gloss, no eye shadow even.
She was naturally too beautiful to need them.
She appreciated her golden hair very much.
Even Durgesh has praised her golden hair.
“You are even richer than me, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.” Durgesh used to say, “I don’t have my hair made of pure gold.”
None else had praised Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad better ever.
She was proud of Durgesh being her first man in her life.
Durgesh ‘inaugurated’ Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.
She surrendered her cherry to Durgesh.
Even a complete month Honeymoon with Durgesh was there.
But Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad wasn’t a One Man Woman strictly.
She despised the male domination of women.
“Women are made several times more in number by Allah.” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad used to say, “If Democracy is the chosen way of life by Allah for the humankind, the women must dominate the males, not otherwise ever.”*
Muħammad bin Qāsim loved Shankar Mahāpralayankar as Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s wife.
He used to put his head on Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s feet right exactly in sajdah.
“Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad doesn’t love you.” Muħammad bin Qāsim used to say, “But I do. I too have an exactly feminine body, lacking a cunt only.”
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had laughed,
“The cunt is the only thing a male, as dominant as Durgesh and Shankar Mahāpralayankar are, love in a feminine body, imprudent.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled.
“Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad, you claim we Musalmīn are always backwards. The Hindus are always forwards. You Musalmān Beauties want to go ahead. That’s why you Musalmān Beauties fuck Hindus always, instead of us ever backward Musalmīn. Don’t you use to say it?”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim,” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad patronized him; “You don’t belong even to that category, impotent.”
“I damn care to what category I belong. Don’t you say that?”
“Sure, and I even explain what I say. Hindus study not only Ved in their Stavans and Mandrs etcetera. They study their Divý Itihās, their Divine History too.”
“Everyone knows it.”
“What’s there in their Divý Itihās, Divine History?”
“Their dreams about their future history.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smirked, “The ever superstitious damnfool Hindus claim we Musalmīn are ever superstitious. Well, what they themselves are?”
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad smiled patiently and patronizingly.
“You may have some point there, but that’s not what I’m pointing at. The Hindus live in future. That’s why they are always progressive. We Musalmīn always talk of our past Islamic glory, Al Qur’an Al Kareem and Aħādīs-e-Muqaddasāt. We live in past. That’s why we are backwards.”
“You shameless Musalmān Beauties want to progress, therefore you pair yourselves with Hindus.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically, “Okay. I’ve heard it so much that I hate you Musalmān Beauties too for it.”
“You are a blot on original Muħammad bin Qāsim. At his very seventeen he was a successful general of Banū Umayyah Caliphate established by Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu.”
“And you appreciate him because he fought in favour of the assassins of Ahl al Bayt?”*
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully.
“So you think entire Ahl-e-Sunnat are wrong that they praise original Muħammad bin Qāsim?”
“What do you mean?”
“The entire Ahl-e-Sunnat don’t praise original Muħammad bin Qāsim. Only the Musalmīn in India and Pakistan do that.”
“And how does it contradict my statement that you are a blot to the name of original Muħammad bin Qāsim? Your parents dreamt of you to be someone as original Muħammad bin Qāsim was. And what the hell are you doing? You are trying your best to be recognized as Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s duly authorized wife. Don’t you?”
“Nice attempt to remove me from the field, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smirked again.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was still playing with my Uncut Hindu Prick.
We had dressed although.
“Durgesh, I really wonder we have met and I’ve sucked you already.”
“Well, thank you. I just heard your motor grinding away and realized you were running your battery down. Well, you are extremely beautiful. I couldn’t resist to you.”
“Thank you. Actually, I suddenly remember that I’ve to deliver some papers to Muħammad bin Qāsim. I’d completely forgotten. I’m sorry. If you don’t mind and take me to him, I’ll be free for our one month Honeymoon after delivering those confounded papers.”
“Oh, it’s alright.” I smiled pulling her on my lap once more, “I can wait here in your Mercedes. It’s quite warm and comfortable here. I can turn on the video; get the latest news, music or anything else I’d like.”
“You didn’t even hesitate while taking the decision.”
“You are too beautiful to be hesitated.”
“Thank you.” She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly, “I’m sorry if it is inconveniencing you more.”
“Not at all. You are compensating for it even more than optimum.”
The fact was I was wondering what Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was really after now.
She had undressed me fully.
We both were nude.
If she was only after sex with me, she could have it with me to her heart’s content.
Yet, she sucked me only and now she was trying to take me to Muħammad bin Qāsim.
I decided to keep playing her game and find out what Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was actually after.
“Well, don’t worry for that ever.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim smiled, “You’d get as much sex from me as you want.”
“How nice!” I kissed her.
“Thank you. We’ll come back to town as soon as the papers are delivered.”
“Back to town?” I let me register surprise, at least somewhat.
Yet, I was watchful enough Al Kubrah Al Qāsim shouldn’t notice it was deliberate.
“Is it too far?” I asked again.
“Not with your Mercedes.” she smiled promisingly, “We’ll get out of traffic and hit the freeway. Don’t worry I won’t kidnap you, because I think it isn’t needed.”
The plant was within a mile of freeway.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim requested me to turn on the freeway.
I drove for some fifteen minutes, then she asked me to turn off.
I purred along a paved road for four or five miles, then turned off on a dirt road.
It wound its way among hills.
We were now entirely out of traffic.
“How much farther is it?” I asked fucking Al Kubrah Al Qāsim vehemently.
We were once again nude.
Now, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim straddled me on my lap on the driving seat.
I knew she deliberately stopped me from fucking her previously, because she wanted to fuck me to make me not to object going on the dirt road even.
I deliberately didn’t let her guess that I had any suspicion whatsoever.
My voice was normal, not even a bit sharpened with suspicion.
“Only a little way,” she fucked me vehemently to keep me occupied in sex with her, the more the better, “we have, I mean Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company has, a little country place up here. Muħammad bin Qāsim and my Abbū’s associate is waiting for the papers there. Abbū told her I’d be out.”
“Oh,” I said and busied myself in enjoying her fucking me.
I knew of the existence of the country place.
The dirt road was winding and twisting, a barbed wire fence on each side.
There were ‘No Trespassing’ signs.
Then Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked me to ease the Mercedes to stop in front of a locked gate.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim opened the gate.
We drove along a graveled driveway, passed a swimming pool, and finally stopped at a mansion.
It had a wide porch running around it, furnished with luxurious outdoor furniture.
“Allah,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “well, what do you know, the bitch doesn’t seem to be here.”
“Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!” I commented, “It’s certainly all dark and the gate was locked.”
“We keep the gate locked but she has a key. Muħammad bin Qāsim also has a key. However, the place is dark, all right. You please wait here if you don’t mind. I’ll run in and see if there’s a note or something. Allah, my gosh, Durgesh, I now certainly hate to have brought you all the way out here in case…but the woman must be here! She’s to meet me here and wait for the papers and Muħammad bin Qāsim. She’s staying here tonight and Abbū’s coming here for a conference.”
“Perhaps she went to sleep,” I smiled, “and forgot to turn on the lights.”
“I’m sorry. You please wait here, if you don’t mind. I’ll run in and see.”
I had left the motor idling.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim jumped out her side of the car and hurried to the mansion.
I saw lights come on, on the porch, then lights in the interior of the mansion.
I was wondering why the hell she deliberately didn’t take me with her.
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Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her father.
“Do you understand, Abbū, what you’ve done? Please, don’t stand there and strive for wit. Sit down. Put your mind into gear, if you can, and answer me rationally.”
“Madam President, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan addressed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sarcastically, “I know what I’ve done. I’ve told the truth as I see it. You may have more information than I do. Yet, you still lack in experiences. Wisdom isn’t generated from informations only. It needs experiences too to generate wisdom.”
“You think you are wiser, Abbū?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Because I have more experiences than you do.”
“Experiences of what?”
“And you think instead of fighting with the bastards, I should protect myself?”
“Isn’t it needed for the mission itself? If they kill you, the mission would stop then and there. Wouldn’t it?”*
He was not only the office manager at Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company, he was the husband of Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, one of the daughters of Al Qāsim Al Muħammad, the managing director of the company as well.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand glanced at the clock.
He was gratefully surprised.
“Thank you very much, Miss Åbbās.” He smiled.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim was her best friend’s younger sister.
“Not at all, Prañav. I realized these should be in the mail tonight.”
“That’s right.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand kept smiling, “Yet, not all our girls are that considerate. We certainly appreciate your loyalty to the job. It surprised me you were willing to waive overtime.”
“A good job is worth being loyal to.” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās also kept smiling, “There’s a rumor that you are our next managing director as Al Zakāt Al Qāsim has also decided to support you, instead of her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand laughed.
“That’s a rumor only. Never mind the rumors.”
“That’s the greatness you have, Prañav. You still work with us as the office manager.”
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās wished good night to him.
The rain had turned into a cold drizzle.
Reflected lights shimmered on the wet paving, wet tiling, of the parking lot.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās hurried to her car, opened the door, got in, turned the key and stepped on the starter.
Sometimes the car took a little longer to start on cold, rainy nights.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās wasn’t too concerned at first.
The only sound that emanated from underneath the hood was the grind of the battery-driven starter with no explosive response from the motor.
After the first minute and a half, she became distinctly worried.
She looked around at the now all but deserted parking place.
Only a few cars were spotted here and there.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās suddenly realized her battery was not turning the motor as fast as it had been.
Her car seemed definitely stalled.
Suddenly a cheerfully competent voice said,
“What’s the matter? Having trouble?”
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled.
It was the voice she was waiting for.
She rolled down the left window to inspect my smiling confident eyes.
My raincoat was belted about my trim waist.
Allah, how handsome the Hindu playboy is.
Of course, he is thirty-three.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right.
“I seem to having trouble with my motor.” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled seductively at me.
The multi zillionaire.
“Better let the battery rest for a minute,” I said, “You are not doing any good, just grinding away at it. Let me take a look.”
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled.
She thanked Allah silently.
That was what she wanted.
If her scheme only worked…
She controlled herself.
Control your body language, idiot.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās admonished herself.
I stepped to the side of the motor, raised the hood adeptly, and plunged my head and shoulders inside.
After a moment, I emerged and said.
“Watch my right hand. When I wave it, press the starter. When I move it down sharply, stop. Be sure the ignition key is turned to the ‘on’ position. All ready?”
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās nodded gratefully, yet impishly somewhat.
I’ll fuck you tonight.
How, the hell, longer would I wait?
You act too blind to my incredible Musalmān beauty.
I can’t bear it any more.
You are insulting me.
Once more, my head and shoulders vanished from sight.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās watched my right hand.
It waved gently, and Al Ħamd Al Åbbās pressed the starter.
Almost at once my hand was plunged downward in a swiftly emphatic gesture.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās took her foot off the starter.
I lowered the hood of the car, walked around and shook my head.
“No spark.” I said.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was praying her Allah that I don’t find she has already taken a part out from the distributor.
“What does it mean?” she asked innocently.
“Something’s definitely wrong with your electrical system. There’s no use running down your battery by using the starter. You’re just not getting current to the spark plugs. I’m sorry there’s not much I can do in the rain. With the hood up, water keeps dripping down on the distributing system. That’s probably what the matter with it is anyhow. I think you’d better leave it right here tonight. By tomorrow the rain will be over, the sun will be shining and the car will start right off.”
“But,” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās said, “I…”
My smile was engaging.
“Exactly, I have my car here. I’ll be glad to take you home.”
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās thanked Allah very much, yet silently.
Her scheme had worked ultimately.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her father scrutinizing him.
“Who do you love more, Abbū? Your daughter or the mission?”
“Both.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said bluntly, “I can’t sacrifice one for the other, and won’t ever.”
“If you are a true Musalmān you should be prepared always to sacrifice everything fī sabīlillah.”
“Not, if I can manage aqāmat-e-Dīnil Qayyamati without sacrificing anything. No.”
“Ħazrat Ibrāhīmå were asked to sacrifice his son.”
“Durgesh interprets it in a different manner.”
“I don’t think so.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t say anything.
“You tried to defy me this day? On this one day when my prestige is such that I can pluck you out of the Council Chamber and arrest you, with no one daring to protest?”
“I can sacrifice myself, not you.”
“Abbū, I’m safer than even you realize it.”
“Not all of them.”
“Even then, most of them.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, “Moreover, the Pseudo Musalmīn that aren’t cuckolded even yet, are under constant nonstop surveillance. They’d be arrested immediately if they even tried to do anything mischievous. Yazīd Malåūn won’t be allowed to counter revolt once more ever now.”
“But my seven 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, have left nothing for them to offer to Hindus.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, “Your daughter wasn’t born yesterday, Abbū. Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah is the permanent solution to snatch away every weapon from the wretched Pseudo Musalmīn Årab Burdāfaroshs. They won’t have anything to offer to Hindus ever after the permanent establishment of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“You think they were morons?”
“I can’t believe you, Naåīmah.”
“You are furious, Abbū.”
“Yes, even if they were Pseudo Musalmīn, they did it for their subsistence and for their subsistence only. India was Soné kī Chiđiyā, the Golden Bird then. Årab lacked the means of subsistence in those days incredibly. The only product they had, in even more than abundance, was their incredibly extremely beautiful women, nothing else. Their economy depended on the trading of their extraordinary Beauties. They didn’t have another option.”
I smiled the appreciation, at being caught walking the house naked, the fact that obviously everyone heard our lovemaking and the matter of fact way Nishāt Nazli had just sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock clean in front of Zubaydah Bābar and Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
The possibility that, Nasīm Muåāwiyah wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought of her, had made everyone at least somewhat cautious of her.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled ironically.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled condescendingly, sneeringly,
“Listen Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, I’ve done enough for you. Don’t say I can’t recognize my best friend too. I don’t want to make any trouble, but you and I have certain things to discuss and we’d better talk them over quietly.”
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim laughed.
“You know, my Ammī is a trillionaire. I am myself a multi-millionaire at least. I don’t need your money, even a damn cent.”
“I merely want to discuss the accident with you. I’m a sophisticated highly educated young lady, you know. Your friends are with you. Your Vedic Monotheist Hindu lover/Live in Relationship Partner is with you. You don’t need to be afraid of me, even a bit.”*
I smiled at Hudā.
“I’m glad now you are a successful defense attorney, Hudā.”
“Muħammad Ůsmān is creating problems once more?”
“Not directly, indirectly.”
“Yes, he wanted to sell it to HVSI. We didn’t need it, so he gifted it to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah. He said he wanted to serve humanity more ardently. He didn’t have proper time to take care of that island. There were some gamblers, terrorists, Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmīn who were after to misuse it.”
“Well, forget it. Ruqayyah has sold it now successfully to HVSI. Prakāsh has some planning in developing the island into a profitable investment. I’ve approved the purchase already.”
I smiled too.
“Don’t worry. I know how to keep Muħammad Åbdullah in his pants. I didn’t purchase it then, because Muħammad Åbdullah is perfectly capable in dealing with the terrorists, gamblers, and Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmīn that were interested in misusing that island.”
“You are right.”
“There you are.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, is playing some game now, as soon as he knew you have purchased the island.”
“I see.” Hudā said gravely.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim warned me, that if I wanted to get a good title to the island I’d have to make some arrangements with him. He had an oil lease on it and he was intending to start drilling. He said he took it for granted that being the utmost successful businessman of the entire history of humankind so far, I wouldn’t care to buy an island and then have him put some oil derricks of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company, in it.”
“I can’t imagine the damnfool talking to you that way.” Hudā smiled, “Doesn’t he know how you deal with such damnfools?”
I smiled cunningly.
“Something like that.”
“So Muħammad bin Qāsim misjudged Prakāsh?”
“That’s right. And consequently, he has misjudged me too. After all, I’m the real elder brother of Prakāsh. Am I not?”
I kept smiling.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched his daughter patiently.
“You know better, Naåīmah. I oppose Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah only. It doesn’t mean I support Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi. He revived the Pre Islamic Jāhiliyat. Muħsin-e-Insāniyat, Ħuzūrs, sacrificed his whole life. Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūnrz too sacrificed their whole life for Ummat-e-Muslimah to get rid of Pre Islamic Jāhiliyat and Årab Burdāfaroshs. The damnfool Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi could never understand what theyrzn had achieved. He fought for the traditional kingdom of his own clan. Lånat ålayhi the damnfool.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said patiently.
“Abu Sufyān couldn’t adjust ever with the paramount leadership of Ħuzūrs. The entire conduct of Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu confirms the conclusion. He had always reported even every infinitesimal mistake Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu did. He did it deliberately to widen the gap between Ħazrat Fārūq-e-Åāzamrzu and Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu.”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan sighed.
“That’s why I do agree with Durgesh’s Kālchakr Theory, his Time Cycle Theory, I mean.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan sighed again.
“I think even Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu appointed such pseudo Mullahs and Maulavīs. How the hell otherwise he could successfully revolt against Ħazrat Ålīrzu?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan retorted, “He himself acknowledged that he was the first king in Islam as if Islam allowed the kingdom of human beings on humankind.”
“They brought even Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā and Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāýéshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā against each other for their own vested vile personal political interests.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan retorted scornfully, “It wasn’t an easy achievement for the Pseudo Musalmīn. How could they do this miracle, it deserves to be studied deeply.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said appreciating me, almost in trance,
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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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