Al Jihad Al Vaqār glanced about the spacious office once more.
Was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī shrewd enough to play all these games?
Was it possible he deliberately gave her his media empire?
His father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, allowed him to have it for a trial year.
Now, his former wife, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was claiming it was her property.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār sighed.
In Delhi, Aap had gotten a landslide victory even on BJP.
INC was finished there altogether.
It couldn’t get even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.
What did it mean?
The Anti- Hindu forces were winning again?
Was it the beginning of a Counter Revolution?
Against the ever first Psychological Revolution in the entire history of humankind?
It might be.
The Original ever first Psychological Revolution started with the demand of Midterm 2012.
It took two years to build up the required reality and to bring it up to the reality then.
And now the Counter Revolution?
Well, it isn’t so easy.
If they think they can do it so easily, they were living in fools’ paradise.
The most we need are anal rheostats to destroy the anti human desires.
They are also there.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār directed her sight toward her desk calendar.
She was ready to get going.
She had only one trial year.
“Be right in, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. We have everything set.”
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān was carrying a handful of folders.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār motioned her friends and lieutenants to the rattan chairs across from her desk.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār felt comfortable with them.
Both of them were as creative as Al Jihad Al Vaqār herself was.
They were aggressive, daring, and filled with energy.
These were Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s confidants and her loyalists, and from now on, they would be properly rewarded
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān indicated to the projector.
There was a running information,
“HVSI Times manages its subscription always on the top.”
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān smiled at her, “I thought we should too adopt the procedure.”
“HVSI Times represents the revolutionaries that successfully ended the Scam era.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “We haven’t enough capital to compete with HVSI, No one has.”
“Sure, but it’s today. When HVSI started HVSI Times they didn’t have this capital.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
HVSI Times was the dream newspaper.
It has survived the biggest threat of news TV channels.
It somehow always maintained to give something new to its readers the news TV channels couldn’t provide.
As soon as Al Jihad Al Vaqār got the media empire in settlement, she visited HVSI Times herself personally.
It was a multi-story building.
None knew how many stories it had.
They said it was an endless building.
No one believed it.
How a building could be endless.
It was certainly a publicity strategy.
It was the tallest building nevertheless.
The heart of the structure, the one that pumped activity into all the other stories was its Seventh floor.
Most of it was given over to the HVSI Times newsroom.
Its one portion was reserved for the publisher’s suite.
It consisted of the publisher’s main office, the office for my personal secretary and receptionist, a conference and electronic media room, two offices for the advertising director and her assistant, and glassed in cubicles for the managing editor and the assistant managing editor.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never changed anything.
He surrendered it to Al Jihad Al Vaqār as he did find it.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār, the temporary heir to the suite and to the building had made few personnel changes.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār retired Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s elderly female secretary on a generous pension and replaced her with her own secretary, Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ, a smart, brisk, thirtyish young woman with short-cropped dark hair and horn rimmed glasses.
Her ambitions were the driving force that would never let her stop anywhere.
Again, the difference in the intensity of their ambitions was the decisive factor.
Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ lacked it.
She stopped somewhat before getting resources she was after, while Al Jihad Al Vaqār didn’t deliberately.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār had more patience in the matter.
“Let’s start with the two of you. I’ve been giving it some thought. You will both be answerable only to me. Outside of general orders, everything I tell you will be kept in strictest confidence. Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, this is a bigger job, much bigger than Special Projects. Your work will be greatly expanded, naturally, accordingly.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās straddled me with her beautiful face towards me.
She was enjoying my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her comparatively immensely young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once again.
I knew it would never be a once only phenomenon.
Once with Durgesh
All the rest is trash
The more aged I grew the crazier they were for me.
“I don’t want to burn my bridges, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said fucking my ever stout ever pleasure giving ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund wildly, “And why should I? Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has played with my beautiful body, even if in his own peculiar way. I couldn’t help that. My entire body was at his discretion. If instead of fucking me, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī enjoyed tongue fucking me more it wasn’t my fault. I am not responsible for it. He has to pay for my time I spent with him. It was precious.”
“Sure,” I agreed with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās squeezing her excellent exquisite boobs and buttocks both.
My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was harder and harder now into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with her each aggressive thrust.
She was kissing me wildly.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was squeezing my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund around its shaft.
“I’m really entitled to this alimony if you should warn Al Nādir Al Ghāzī that HVS Law Internationals were going to ask for an increase if he dragged me into court again. It would keep Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from making a move.”
I laughed cunningly.
“Done, however if all the alimony is going to cease in a few months, why not…”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said bitterly.
I smiled coldly.
“And you want me to engineer that deal for you. Is that it?”
“Well?” I asked.
“You think I’m terribly scheming and designing.”
“You are cautious. You are protecting your interests.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kept fucking me wildly.
“Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to fix things so marrying him won’t entail a financial sacrifice on my part. Do you think I’m a gold digger?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kissed me gratefully as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely.
“Thank you,” she thanked me once again for letting her fuck me.
“Are you deceiving Priyavrat Chaturvedī for marrying him?”
“Certainly not,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said earnestly, “Priyavrat Chaturvedī knows each and everything of my previous marriages and my recent relationship with you too. I never play dirty with the persons who never play dirty with me.”
“Yet Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to marry you?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled triumphantly.
“What do you think? Am I not that much beautiful?”
“You are too beautiful. Priyavrat Chaturvedī can do anything for you.”
“What do you mean?” I smiled cunningly.
“You won’t do anything for me, even if I keep fucking you?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked into my naughty eyes.
I winked at her.
“If you keep fucking me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, I can do anything for you, myself, if it isn’t immoral and illegal.”
“Even if I’d be married to Priyavrat Chaturvedī?”
“That’s Priyavrat Chaturvedī’s problem, not mine.” I said gravely.*
There was a note on his table.
His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, had called him.
Everything has changed fast.
Narendr Modi was delivering fast what he had promised to the one hundred twenty five crore Indians.
His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, was worried as the other Congresspersons were.
INC couldn’t win even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.
It was the absolute change in Time Dimension too.
It was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.
“I know. There was a note to the effect on my table.”
“You don’t understand Infinite BrāhmKalp, Muħammad Shakīl.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your Kħālāzād cousin, Ambikā Tripāŧhī, is no more interested in me.”
Muħammad Shakīl was startled.
He entered His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī’s Private Chamber.*
He never knew why.
Rām Shankar Chaturvedī was a Congressperson.
Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad retorted.
“You fool; do you want to make me responsible for what my Abbū did?”
“Certainly not, Ammī, certainly not.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī agreed, “Nevertheless, you can’t blame Pitājī too. He loved you very much. Nānājān was trying his best to convert Pitājī to Islam. Pitājī couldn’t infuriate Hindus by converting himself. He would have lost Hindu votes for himself and INC. INC never permitted him.”*
Despite his increasing age, his eyesight was still very good.
It wasn’t any rare thing now however.
They said it was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.
“The Bachhalyās were always the best about publicity. They always use superstitions of the people to spread white lies favorable to them.”
He straightened his cuffs, leaned back and said normally,
“Sit down, Priyavrat.”
“As always Ammī has reported you with heavy bias, Pitājī.”
“I doubted that myself. Yet, son, she is right in one thing. You should marry now.”
“What’s wrong in it if it happens?”
“Durgesh is immensely against Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act everywhere. Yet the entire Brāhmañ Brahmkanyā Brahmāñī Creations are passing it one by one. Durgesh can’t oppose Democracy. Therefore it doesn’t make any difference whether Durgesh is against it or not.”
He touched an inconspicuous contact switch and a section of the wall grew transparent.
“You are blundering in the same way, my son, the Brāhmañs of the ever first Satyug did.”
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Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was, I decided now, in the late twenties.
Evidently, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was a young woman that knew her way around.
Yet, there was nothing hard about her.
She seemed as naturally naïve and as spontaneous with her friendship as a young puppy, anxious to make friends with everyone in a joyful world.
Yet, I knew very well that it was her well decided, well thought out, and deliberately preplanned presentation of herself.
Nevertheless, what was wrong in that?
Everyone has a right to present to others in any manner whatsoever s/he damn pleases.
“Where were you, may I ask, on the afternoon of the third, day before yesterday?” I asked casually.
“Allah, good heavens,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās laughed throatily.
“Where were you?” I smiled.
“Allah, are you really serious?”
“Is there anything secret you can’t tell me?”
“Durgesh, I don’t want to lie to you while we are making love and on the other hand I can’t give you the information without permission from my friend I was with.”
“Give me some time to get her permission, please!”
“Okay,” I smiled, “no problem. Let me put it another way. Were you near the intersection of Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue and Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive?”
“On the third?”
“On the third.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās shook her beautiful head slowly.
“I don’t think I was. What’s the matter, however?”
“Well, I’ve been reported that you were with some equally beautiful lady as you are in a green colored Mercedes. You had had a flat tire and had pulled into the curb to fix it. There was an accident on the intersection just as you were getting ready to drive away and you noticed something about the car, or about one of the cars that had been in the accident. It was a green Mercedes itself.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was shaking her head vigorously now.
“Durgesh darling, I’m quite certain there’s some mistake somewhat. At the moment I certainly can’t recall or tell you where I was. Nevertheless, I do know very definitely that I haven’t seen any accident within the past few weeks. I can’t disclose my friend’s name without her permission but I assure you I wasn’t riding in any car that had a punctured tire. Naturally. You don’t think I’d forget even that.”
“Sure Sweetheart,” I smiled, “I agree with you,”
“What’s the matter, however, if I may ask?”
“Oh sure, my company, HVS Law Internationals, is representing the occupants of the car that was hit. There was a young man, Ħafïz Iftikħār, a chap twenty two years old who has a broken hip. We hope it will heal up all right so he won’t be crippled. Nevertheless, it’s a serious injury, and it’s certainly going to take some time, even with the best of cure, before he can…”
“Oh, that’s too bad!” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās interrupted me, “I know your client however,”
“Really?” I was surprised.
“Ħafïz Iftikħār has a very beautiful sister, Ħāfizah Iftikħār. You are representing Ħafïz Iftikħār because Ħāfizah Iftikħār is your very intimate friend, isn’t it? As intimate as myself now,”
“You know Ħāfizah Iftikħār?”
“Sure, she even shares her intimate sessions with you with me,”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! You ladies! You share even these intimacies with each other? We men never.”
“We Musalmān houseladies respect and admire you tremendously,”
“Nonsense, you Musalmān houseladies call me Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Don’t you?” I smiled.
“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās corrected me, “It’s our admiration for you. You know what we need actually and you give us that.”
“Yes, but not sex alone. Love, intimacy, faithfulness, protection, money, joy, happiness, and what not?Actually you are our real husband, Durgesh darling, not those who are married with us unfortunately,”
“Thank you. I’m really honored tremendously,”
“We feel actually entirely opposite it,” she smiled, “I’ve followed many of your court cases. I think you’re ─well, not only brilliant, magnetic and powerful, especially for us Musalmān houseladies those were suffering from immense injustice of our Pseudo Musalmīn mankind and Pseudo Musalmān society but also willing to stand and fight for the underdog even if he were a Pseudo Musalmān. I admire that enormously.”
“Thank you. That’s certainly gratifying.” I said, “I try to do the best I can when I’m working on a case.”
“Having such a famous personage sharing ultimate intimacy with me in my own apartment is a little too much of a thrill for me. I don’t suppose you understand but I’m as nervous as can be. This is something I can’t forget my entire life.”
“I take it you’re not working at any regular job.” I smiled enjoying her tremendous wild animal thrusts nonstop constantly swallowing my entire sixty five years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Prick into her extremely beautiful extremely tight only twenty five plus young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
It was more than obvious she was extremely ravenous and unashamed of it that it was our first time yet she was taking utmost advantage of it.
My lust to fuck her was increasing nonstop itself with her every thrust.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was crazy for me and now I too myself wanted to see how longer more she wanted to fuck me.
I was playing with her plump gorgeous Musalmān buttocks and boobs alternatively.
My penis was growing into her constantly in length and thickness both.
It was perhaps the unique quality of my penis that made women crazy to fuck me again and again, once they had fucked me.
Once with Durgesh
All the rest is trash
That was what they used to say.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās sighed.
“Unfortunately, most of us once married Musalmān houseladies are suffering from the same tragedy.”
“I’m divorced, on allowance. They permit our Pseudo Musalmān mankind to say ‘Talāq, Talāq, Talāq’ three times and we poor Musalmān houseladies are divorced immediately. Even your Dr. Bhīmrāo Ambedkar has written in his famous book, ‘Pakistan, or, the Partition of India’ that a Musalmān woman is the most unfortunate woman of entire womankind.”
“I’m sorry.” I impaled her beautiful eyes with mine, “I didn’t know. Alimony?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly averted her glance, then suddenly turned defiant eyes back to mine,
“Anything wrong with that?”*
I replied furiously,
“Certainly not. I never said that.”
“Does it make any difference in the matter you’re investigating?”
“A nice way of asking me if it’s any of my business?”
“Sorry. Actually, I was just wondering whether you were investigating me and this story about the automobile accident was something to sort of pave the way.”
“Is there anything about you are afraid of investigating?”
“My ex-husband is trying to reduce my alimony.”
“Has he retained you, by the way?”
“To investigate you?”
“No. I’m interested in you because I’m trying to uncover witnesses to that automobile accident.”
“Even now?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked in my eyes meaningfully.
“Hell, never. Now I’m interested in you to keep fucking you more than in anything else.”
“Thanks for honoring my offer.”
“I think you’ve honored me rather. Moreover, the erring Musalmān husband don’t think me appropriate to investigate their wives. My reputation is that mostly I change my clients after meeting beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
“How lucky we Musalmān houseladies are!”
“I enjoy you beautiful Musalmān houseladies more,” I laughed cunningly, “Never underestimate me. I hate to remain in loss. Ever.”
“So do us beautiful Musalmān houseladies,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās winked at me lewdly.
We both kissed each other passionately keeping my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely vanished into her tight young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I’m quite certain I wasn’t at the Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue, and what was that other street?”
“Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive.”
“I know where Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue is, but I don’t even know where Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive is, Durgesh darling,”
“You own a car?”
“Hey, how did you happen to come here in the first place to honor me in this way?”
“Sanmukh hohi jīv mohi jabhīn,
Janmkoŧi agh nāshahin tabhīn.’
“What does it mean?”
“I can’t divulge the source of my information. However, I have reason to believe you might be the person I was looking for. You certainly answer the description.”
“Nevertheless, you can’t tell me how you got my description, who gave it to you?”
“S/he can be my client. It might be a privileged communication between a client and his/her attorney. Even the Supreme Court doesn’t has any right to make me divulge it.”
“I see. However, do you believe in fate, Durgesh darling?”
“Certainly not. I believe in ‘Kurvannévéh karmāñi jijīvishechchhatagvong samāh, évam tvayi nānyathéto’sti n’ karm lipyaté naré.’”
“Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun what the heck are you telling.”
“It’s the second Mantr of Yajurved, Adhyāý 40. It means fate is nothing but only the result of our actions. Since we are free to act in any manner we damn please, we ourselves make our fate knowingly or unknowingly.”
“Allah, are you an atheist?”
“Then why the hell are you talking like one?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās squeezed her already tight vaginal muscles around my entirely embedded Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I controlled myself from screaming out of immense pleasure yet pain too somewhat.
“I’m in need of a lawyer, Durgesh,”
“Really? If I can do anything for you, just tell me and forget everything that’s worrying you.”
“I’ve been married twice. The first time was simply tragic. The last time I was more cautious.”
“Naturally,” I said, “only a foolish woman wouldn’t be more cautious even after suffering from something already. Did it work out all right?”
“Allah Arraħmānirraħīm,” she sighed, “unfortunately, it didn’t. However, I was more cautious second time and I had deliberately married a wealthy man. It was the only thing that helped.”
“Nevertheless, the marriage broke up?”
“Nevertheless, the marriage broke up. I’m getting alimony now.”
“One thousand dollars a week.”
“Well?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās asked defiantly, boldly, “Do you think that’s too much? You should see how much money your terrorist Pseudo Musalmān stepson makes.”
“My terrorist Pseudo Musalmān stepson?”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I was surprised.
“You were my daughter in law?”
“So what? Do you regret now that I’m fucking you? I know Al Jihad Al Vaqār fucked you right before she was getting married to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I didn’t approve of it.
Yet it was useless now to discuss it with her.
She had deliberately done it.
To take her revenge from Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?
The husband divorced her yet she is now his Ammī legally, at least morally even if not legally.
Countless of divorced beautiful Musalmān houseladies had already done it.
Most of my Pseudo Musalmīn stepsons refused to limit themselves to only four duly married Musalmān wives.
They were jealous of the Hindus who had only one duly married Musalmān wife yet countless beautiful Musalmān Live in Relationship partnerships.
My Musalmān stepsons divorced their faithful Musalmān wives.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade approached them and advised to join me in Live in Relationship.
It made them Ammī of my erring Pseudo Musalmīn stepsons.
Their slogan was ‘Mecca Fataħ’.
I hid my psychology successfully from Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
There wasn’t even a bit of expression on my face or eyes what my actual reactions to it was.
“I take it you weren’t married very long.” I smiled cunningly ostensibly.
She sighed a long breath of satisfaction.
Now she was cheerful again.
“Five years, and during that time Al Nādir Al Ghāzī made a lot of his money.”
“Nevertheless, the bastard is going into court trying to do something to get reduced my alimony.”
“You can’t blame Al Nādir Al Ghāzī for that.” I winked at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās teasingly.
It made her furious however.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kept fucking me wildly.
“When a man possesses a woman, Durgesh darling, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, he acquires a very peculiar possession. It is, in a way, an emotional mirror too, a sounding board, an animated echo of his own emotions whether full of love or deceit. Usually he gets back what he gives to his woman unless she is a damnfool and loves even the deceitful bastard even more than herself.”
“I agree with you. I don’t think anyone should love someone more than herself/himself.
It’s harmful even to the one you love.”
“I couldn’t follow you, sorry.”
“You can do anything for the one you love only when you are yourself alive and in a position to do something for her/him. If you yourself aren’t alive, or alive but not capable to do something for him/her, isn’t it harmful to the one you love that much?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me strangely.
“You have queer but more benevolent morals than the normal persons do.”
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“I was telling you when a man possesses a woman; he has acquired a very peculiar possession actually.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās resumed what she was telling me, “It is, in a way, an emotional mirror, a sounding board, an animated echo of his own emotions. He gets back what he gives to her.”
“I understand. My stepson never played fair with you.”
“With me? With me only? He never played fair with any of his wives. The Pseudo Musalmīn never do. They are munāfiqīn. During the honeymoon, a man looks upon his wife as an angel. The wife reciprocates in the same way, naturally. She looks upon him as a god. To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
“I understand,” I said patiently.
Every person had his/her own philosophy knowingly or unknowingly.
It’s developed unconsciously through his/her knowledge and experiences.
It’s the actual driving force that drives him/her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was telling me her mental blueprint unknowingly.
It was better for me to listen to her instead of contradicting her.
She went on to tell,
“There is a period of mutual, worshipful admiration. Then the glamour wears off if there wasn’t any real love between them. The man realizes that he hasn’t acquired any angel actually. He has acquired a working partner only. He starts to act as if he still thinks his wife an angel to keep peace in married life. He thinks his wife is a damnfool enough not to understand it. However, she isn’t. She understands her husband’s behavior and starts to play the same game with him. Honesty is responded as honesty and game is responded by game.”
I wanted to say, ‘This is not the way to keep a family.’, but it wouldn’t have done any good in her present mood and position.
She had already been divorced by Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, my stepson that thought he was more brilliant than I was.
I let her continue.
“He gets a working partner.” Her eyes glittered slightly under the half closed lids.
“Then a man sometimes begins to fret. He begins to chafe, irritate, at restraint. He begins to be a little restless, because he has lost his freedom. He refuses to understand that it was his own choice. No one compelled him to marry. It was a matter of common sense for him to understand that he couldn’t remain as free after a partnership as he was before it. That’s the difference in partnership and proprietorship. A marriage is the transformation of the proprietorship of life into a partnership.”
I didn’t disturb Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
She was speaking her mind, and I was better listen to her.
It made me expert in understanding women psychology better.
“He then does either one of the two things.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said bitterly, “He begins to cheat a little bit, in a quiet, awkward manner, or he begins to nag. In any event, he shows that his wife has become something less than his most prized possession.”
“And then what?” I asked understanding and digesting her mental blueprint, her philosophy of life.
It was useful for me not only in her Sādhnā, but also in my entire Sādhnā of womankind, ‘Sādhuyā’.
“Then,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said curtly, “He gets paid back in exactly his own coin. If a man is wise, he’ll take as much freedom as he feels that he needs. If a wife is wise, she’ll give her husband as much freedom as he needs to keep him happy. Then the home life will be happy. The husband may lie to his wife, he may cheat a little, but he’ll always value her as a prized possession. However, when a husband regards his wife as a ball and chain, she can slam the door of prison very, very tight, lock the door and throw away the key.”
“That’s what you have done?”
“That’s what Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is adamant to do to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, not me.”
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Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb smiled at me.
“Let’s get rid of the boxers, Durgesh.”
I smiled triumphantly and did as I was told.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb raised forward off the couch as I stood up.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb saw my cock, and thought how in the hell could any woman ever refuse My cock.
I was bigger than Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
Well, there wasn’t any cause of comparison.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t my real son.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wasn’t a fool.
She was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s secretary when she married him.
They got along fine together at first as it usually happened.
Yet, soon Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb realized that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was a successful businessperson all right.
Nevertheless, he wasn’t a man she had dreamed of ever.
Instead of making love to her straddling her, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was more interested in eating her pussy.
He never fucked her without licking her pussy and even her ass too.
Soon, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb started to avoid his kissing on her lips.
She could not forget Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had penetrated her gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass with his tongue and licked his own lips greedily with it in perfect satisfaction.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never noticed it.
He was himself never interested in kissing Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb on her beautiful lips.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was obsessed with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass more than with her rest of the body.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb cursed her decision to marry the ass eater.
If she only knew it before marrying Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, she perhaps would have never married him.
Everything was all hunky dory until it.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī least made normal love to her.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb desperately needed normal lovemaking gradually, ultimately.
She was desperately realizing what Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could provide to her wasn’t enough.
Money wasn’t everything.
She needed normal usual masculine love as well.
Despite her every effort to make him realize it, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb couldn’t succeed.
She started to protest.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī then exploded his bombshell.
“Well, I hate coupling actually, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.”
“What?” Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb as if jumped.
“I’m sorry, I love your extremely beautiful glamorous, gorgeous, perfectly round, firm, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass more.”
“More? More? You only eat my ass daily. You consummate normal love to me only once in a week usually.”
“Well, what’s wrong in it?”
“I need normal masculine love more; I’m a normal woman, you bastard.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled cunningly.
“Aren’t you getting it from Durgesh already?”
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was crestfallen.
She never knew he knew it.
Being his secretary, she knew everything of his business.
He owned a corporation.
Sort of a holding company.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was a sharpshooter actually.
He used to pick up mines and prospects.
When he found something that looked good, he turned it into the Al Nādir Al Ghāzī Company.
It was a Partnership consisting of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and a dummy.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb knew it and thought Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could never play any game with her.
She knew his too many business secrets.
The moment he started to play any game with her, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb could destroy Al Nādir Al Ghāzī immediately.
Yet she had never suspected Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t a normal man.
The partnership Al Nādir Al Ghāzī Company turned that something that looked good over to the Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company at a fat profit.
“How come?” I asked Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.
“Just his way of doing business.” Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb replied curtly.
“How would I know? You are the lawyer, not I.”
“If Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is on the Board of Directors of the Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company, he is hardly in a position to make a profit on selling stuff to his own company.”
“That’s where he’s smart.” Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb smiled cunningly.*
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb stroked my cock.
Her delicate pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān palm gripped around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb licked the head of My Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb licked underneath the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I just watched and moaned.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb opened her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and took my Uncut Hindu Lund in, inch by inch.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb gagged trying to get all of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I started rocking my hips.
My head tilted back.
I closed my eyes.
Then I opened my eyes and watched Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, as Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb watched my face.
“Oh fuck baby, feels amazing, you’re going to make me cum, baby.” I was telling Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.
Just then, I felt my first blast of cum hit her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, then another and another.
I was giving her a mouthful and Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wanted all I could give her.
When I was done emptying inside her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, I fell forward on her.
We both laughed, and situated ourselves on the couch side by side. I pulled Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb tightly to me.
I was trying to catch my breath, and Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was wearing a big smile.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is the General Manager and owns the majority of the stock?”
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb smiled.
“Your ass eater Pseudo Musalmān stepson is more wretched than you think, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. No, apparently he controls the whole thing. However, by keeping the confidence of a widely scattered list of stockholders. You can figure the thing out, my utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī picks up properties, puts them in his partnership, and holds them long enough, until they are developed to a point where the value is pretty assured. Then Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gives the Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company an opportunity to take them off his hands at a profit. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī keeps the management in his own hands, pays himself a nice fat salary and a bonus based on profits.”
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was still trying to process what just happened between us.
I did know, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wanted this to happen again.
“A penny for your thoughts” I asked.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb told me I was incredible. Even at my sixty five my lust for her was far more incredible than that of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
I thanked her.
“You were amazing, baby” and I pulled Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb tighter.
She kept telling me about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and his company.
“Where your stepson is smart is in operating the company in such a way that the stockholders make a nice profit. As long as they are getting a juicy profit, they don’t care very much what happens. Everyone who owns stock in the company thinks Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is the last word in acumen as a manager.”*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed her hand down into her pocket and brought out a folded paper.
“What’s this?” I smiled.
“Proxy for the next shareholders’ meeting of the Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār straddled on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund, making it slip into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely in one stroke.
I grabbed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks,
“Sālī, always immensely wet for my Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Any objection, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” She winked at me too keeping me lying down on my back and starting to fuck me vigorously.
“I’m sixty five, remember?”
“Oh, sure. Yet you never look your age. The teens claim you are anywhere between eighteen to twenty eight, not anymore.”
“The teens and their ever exaggerated claims! Who the hell believe them ever?”
“Everyone of them believes it.”
“Nonsense. They only say they believe it. They need to say it to justify their sexual aggression to me.”
“I got my information about this proxy from a stockholder.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār changed the topic deliberately.
“I have a couple of friends who are interested in gold mining. I rang them up and asked them about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s company. I asked them if they could put me in touch with a stockholder so I could get the information right from the back door of the stable. One of my friends knew a girl that knew Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She rang her up and found that she was a stockholder in the company.”
I pushed Al Jihad Al Vaqār down.
Yet without taking my Uncut Hindu Lund even a bit out of her young Musalmān Choot, I made her lie down replacing me.
Then I immediately replaced her myself and started fucking her as if a bear gone mad.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled triumphantly,
“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you too love to fuck us Musalmān young ladies now, don’t you?”
I winked at her.
“Shut up. You’ve excited me now profoundly. Sālī, I’d fuck you now until you would have to call someone of your beautiful lady friends to replace you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve lot of them you haven’t fucked ever and they would die of pleasure to have you inside them. The Chairman of the Ultimate Power of the entire globe HVSI is already very popular among us beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
“Thank you. I’m honored. You did not interview that stockholder yourself?”
“Of course not. I had my friend gently pump her. This young Musalmān houselady started talking because an interesting thing happened. She had been out of the state for a while and when she got back, found this proxy in her mail for the stockholders’ meeting day after tomorrow. She couldn’t understood it because she’d already sent in another proxy before she left. Proxies have to be on file with the secretary for a period of ten days prior to the stockholders’ meeting.”
I kept fucking Al Jihad Al Vaqār without giving any indication to her that I was suspecting something doubtful.
I held out my hand, took the proxy, and opened it.
I glanced through it,
“The young lady said she’d sent in a proxy?”
“That’s right.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār kissed me on my lips thankfully, as I penetrated her entirely.
My sixty five years old immensely experienced Uncut Hindu Lund filled her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to her bottom.
She squeezed it playfully with her internal vaginal muscles.
I glanced through the proxy once more, then dropped it back on her hand.
“That’s made out in a peculiar way, Al Jihad Al Vaqār.”
I kept fucking Al Jihad Al Vaqār widely.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār loved wild animal sex.
It was useless to preach her morals about it.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī did this blunder.
Consequently, he lost even the ultimate respect for himself in her eyes.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understood Al Jihad Al Vaqār needed it drastically.
It was her physical need she needed a husband for.
No bloody moral could make her understand it was not good for her.
She could regret it after her need was fulfilled, yet never before it.
“This proxy provides that the voting rights are given to A. J. A. V. Ghāzī, holder of Certificate Number 786 of stock in this corporation.” I told her.
“What’s wrong with that?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked, “It is my name after my marriage with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“Certainly,” I agreed, “nevertheless, usually a proxy is made out in favor of a certain individual and it’s not necessary to tack on a lot of descriptive material. And she had already signed one proxy.”
“That’s right. And now you see why we young Musalmān houseladies love to have sex with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“No bloody young Musalmān is as lustful for us and has sexual prowess as much as you do. You are more experienced not only in sex but also in other matters necessary in life. You are the ever-best legal wizard too. Why the hell should we prefer a less smart young moron on you only because he is born in a Musalmān household?”
“She had not only signed one proxy already, she told this friend of mine she thought they’d sent the second one to her by mistake.”
I picked up the proxy and studied it still fucking Al Jihad Al Vaqār wildly.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was vanishing into her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely to the hilt, coming out of it until only its head remained inside and then vanishing into her again more wildly.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār herself wasn’t a damn fool.
She noticed my preoccupation.
“Why do you think it so important, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”
“Because of a remarkable coincidence. Does it occur to you that the initials of Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb are exactly the same as those of you as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s wife? Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb isn’t ‘Al Wahāb’ as his wife. She is too a ‘Ghāzī’ herself as you are.”
“Allah, it never occurred to me,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār exclaimed.
I kept pounding her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot,
“Now, note that this proxy is issued to the A.J.A.V. Ghāzī who holds the Stock Certificate Number 786 in the corporation and that all the prior proxies are hereby revoked.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was startled,
“You mean that…”
“Exactly,” I said, “I mean that if it should turn out that the holder of Certificate Number 786 is Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Ghāzī, then everyone of the stockholders who has signed one of these second proxies has automatically revoked the proxy that s/he previously given to you. And Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb can walk into the stockholders’ meeting with a fistful of proxies, put in her own Board of Directors, fire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī as General Manager, and run things to suit herself.”
“Allah Allah!” Al Jihad Al Vaqār exclaimed.
“See if you can get hold of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. Let’s find out about it.”
Horrified Al Jihad Al Vaqār nodded.
Yet still enjoying my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot she punched the number of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s mobile.
It was switched off.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār punched another contact number of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī she knew.
At the end of ten minutes, Al Jihad Al Vaqār made her report.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, the bastard, can’t be reached anywhere known to me before the stockholders’ meeting. As soon as he left you, he went off on a trip. He told his present secretary, Al Rizwānah Assultān, he was going to look at some mining properties. My guess is he’s on some terrorist assignment pretending he’s on the second installment of a honeymoon.”
“I see. Well, get the secretary and treasurer of the company.”
“Al Rizwānah Assultān? Well, not before you’ve fucked me optimum.”
“She is the treasurer too?” I asked quite surprised.
“Sure, and don’t act so damn surprised. You know very well, these damned Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists are heavily superstitious. They believe that if a woman kill them, they would never get Jannat. Consequently, every country and organization that wants to obliterate these Pseudo Musalmīn moron terrorists heavily recruit Musalmān young women who have lost their housepersons due to these terrorist movements. Major Maryam Al Mansoorī is their ideal.”
“Tell Al Rizwānah Assultān to come here,” I smiled cunningly.
“You Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Fuck me first. I know you’d fuck Al Rizwānah Assultān leaving me at once as soon as you see her. Al Rizwānah Assultān is too beautiful to resist.”
A few minutes later a dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady was smiling at me.
She introduced herself to me, shook hands and sat down.
She was anywhere between twenty eight and thirty, not more than that.
But yes, Al Jihad Al Vaqār was right.
Despite the fact that I had fucked Al Jihad Al Vaqār till my heart’s content before Al Rizwānah Assultān came there, my Uncut Hindu Lund immediately saluted her immense Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.
It was marvelous, no doubt.
Moreover, Al Rizwānah Assultān was absolutely aware of the fact her tremendous Musalmān beauty was affecting my sexual lust.
Al Rizwānah Assultān smiled proudly glancing at my erection for her yet deliberately avoiding to convey that she had noticed it.
Al Rizwānah Assultān adjusted her mini skirt before crossing her beautiful legs as she settled down facing me.
“I’m representing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I said.
“I understand so, sir.” Al Rizwānah Assultān smiled and cooed, “May I ask if you’re representing him as an individual, or did he retain you to look after the interests of the corporation?”
I smiled too.
“Young lady, I think my stepson Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has a diversity of interests.”
“Some of which are in the corporation?”
“Some of which are in the corporation. Yes, sir.”
“Does that answer your question, then?” I watched Al Rizwānah Assultān gravely.
Al Rizwānah Assultān watched me with her suddenly ice cold eyes,
“No,” she said.
I kept watching Al Rizwānah Assultān gravely.
Al Rizwānah Assultān kept looking into my eyes with her ice cold yet immensely beautiful eyes.
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“Durgesh never doubted that it was the very thing we ourselves wanted?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn too smiled cunningly at her Musalmān husband.
“You have yourself watched the entire video in trimension, haven’t you? Decide yourself.”
“He still thinks our movement ‘Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah’ is only what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thinks it is?”
“Muħammad Kamāluddīn, You yourself have entered numerous affirmations and transmissions in between our videos and spread them everywhere as our porn videos. Haven’t we gotten positive results always?”
“Sure, if it weren’t so, we would have already abandoned this utopian scheme you Musalmān houseladies proposed.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always right, I told you.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn said triumphantly enthusiastically, “Our code Mecca Fataħ has worked with Al Ghausiyah Al Imtiyāz and it’s still working with us. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said it starts the time cycle of Mecca Fataħ once we announce it with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock inside us.”
“Is it too Bījāxar now?” Muħammad Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly at his extremely beautiful wife.
“There, my dear husband, I’m sure, I can’t help you. I don’t know the Ultimate Science behind it they call Eīshān Vigyān.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was still lying on her back.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn, her husband was between her legs.
He was eating her dazzling Musalmān Cunt.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn couldn’t deny since Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was fucking Durgesh, her already dazzling Musalmān beauty was becoming more and more dazzling.
He didn’t know his aids was being cured or not.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advised him to lick his Musalmān houseladies’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and even their Musalmān ass after Durgesh fucked them.
“The entire Pseudo Musalmān terrorism is immensely against Islam, Muħammad Kamāluddīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had put her right palm on his head, “See yourself. Your entire mujāhidīn are now suffering from aids, cancer etc. ever incurable diseases. Only their own Musalmān houseladies can cure them if they fuck Durgesh and let them lick their orgasmic secretions from right their sexual organs.”*
I asked Al Jihad Al Vaqār again,
“What did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī do then?”
“He went down to Mexico and had a talk with a lawyer. The Mexican lawyer advised Al Nādir Al Ghāzī he could establish a residence by some sort of proxy. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says the Mexican lawyer made it sound pretty good. He got a Mexican divorce and we married afterwards in Mexico. We followed a procedure worked out by the Mexican lawyer. She seemed not only to know her business but also she was the best in this game.”
“What else is it?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked me contemptuously, “They have made marriage difficult and Live in Relationship easy. The damn fools are harming the very society they are there to protect.”
I agreed with her.
Since Friedrich Engels had written ‘The Origin of Family Private Property and the State’, the shallow thinkers were crazy to destroy family to destroy Private Property.
They forget that Communism has failed miserably politically everywhere only within Seventy-Two years of its coming into power.
In the ever-erroneous enthusiasm of destroying Private Property, Friedrich Engels had sown the seeds of destruction of family.
Friedrich Engels never understood the unique and irreplaceable function of family in human life.
Friedrich Engels’ theory that the humankind must destroy family to destroy Private Property to get rid of Corruption was only theory when it was proposed in 1884 AD.
It wasn’t practiced until then anywhere.
The people of the entire globe then, were so fed up of corruption dominant then everywhere that they agreed even to destroy the family to get rid of corruption.
However, it was the blunder actually they committed to get rid of their mistake.
They never realized it then and a lot of people don’t realize it even now, after more than a century even.
I asked gravely.
“And then what happened?”
“Well,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is worried about Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. In his opinion, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has suddenly turned bitter.”
“That’s right. The damn fool still doesn’t understand there isn’t anything suddenly as far as Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is concerned. She never loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She was after his money ab initio.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is one of those self-deceiving men that love to live in dreams ever. They are always afraid of the cold and hard facts if they don’t support their ever utopian dreams.”
“But it’s immensely harmful to them, Durgesh.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shuddered.
“I agree with you. Yet, most of us mankind are crazy to get feminine appreciation.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled cunningly.
“Are you telling me? We womankind understand it very well and immensely use it to get what we want from mankind.”
“The stupids like Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understand it. Moreover, if even they realize it ever, they adamantly refuse to accept it. They deliberately deceive themselves that even if it’s right, they are an exception.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was horrified.
“Allah, you understand it too, Durgesh? Now, I think I know why no woman could dominate you ever. You, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, you are the ever greatest psychologist I’ve ever met in my life.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched me scrutinizing.
Yet, she continued to say,
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wants a property settlement. She wants things that would completely ruin Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“That’s what Al Nādir Al Ghāzī should have thought of before marrying her.” I said curtly, “The women like Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb have always done the same things to their foolish husband in the entire history. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never took any lesson from history.”
“He thinks the money is everything. He never cared what a woman can do if he can have someone to defeat her with the power of his money.”
“That’s why Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb his mine in New Mexico and his media empire in Ved Nagar to you?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
“What do you think?”
“What do you want from me?”
“The media empire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has given to me is still not completely transferred to my name legally. The process is taking more time than I’d anticipated.”
“I want you to expedite the process and protect my interests in the meantime.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled at me seductively, “I’m one of your countless Musalmān lady friends that enjoy even the ultimate intimacy with you. Even if I’m not your Live in Relationship partner in your opinion…”
“That doesn’t make any difference. You said I’ve impregnated you,”
“There,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said gravely, “You promised me he’d be my son.”
“I won’t snatch away him from you ever, never worry. I’ve never snatched away any son of mine from his mother whether she lives with me, single, or with her duly married husband. Countless husbands think they have fathered their son from their duly married wives while actually I’ve fathered them. I never broke their illusion.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār put her arms around my neck.
Then she kissed me full on my lips.
“You don’t know what you’ve given to me. I can lick your feet for that proudly forever.”
“Nonsense, we are friends as you say, and friends are equal.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed me back.
I managed to fall on my back safely.
Immensely indebted, Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed me herself.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has married again. He thinks Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would never destroy him. I would never destroy him. He never imposed himself on either of us. He’d never be deceived. I hoped his Mexican divorce with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would be good. I wanted to find out something about it.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed herself too.
“I’ll look into his Mexican divorce. Where is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s first wife?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār straddled me.
She positioned my Uncut Hindu Cock between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and smiled at me mischievously.
“Want to fuck Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb too?”
“Why not? If she lets me.”
“She is here, in the city somewhere, but where? I don’t know. She telephoned Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from a pay station.”
“Pay station? Not from her mobile even?”
“She isn’t a fool enough to give Al Nādir Al Ghāzī any clue to her address.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has a lawyer?”
“She says she’s going to handle the property settlement by herself.”
“Doesn’t want to pay a lawyer’s fee?” I smiled.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was waiting for me to lift my waist up and enter her.
I myself was enjoying the game of mutual teasing now.
“No,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said having my Uncut Hindu Cock between her labial lips only, not even rubbing it there, “she’s smarter than any two lawyers in the country. Present company excepted, of course. The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bitch is damned clever. She was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s secretary before he married her. Moreover, believe me, my dear Hindu ‘husband’ of mine, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is one of those extraordinary actually smart women that certainly know their way around when it comes to business—an actually smart woman.”
“I see. By the way, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s present wife—was she down at your office last night?”
“I thought I saw a light up there,” I informed her gravely, “I was looking out of the window.”*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed herself on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
It entered her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
“I noticed light striking the upper landing of the fire escape. Your office is directly above mine.”
“That’s right.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “However, that isn’t anything unusual. My office is a media empire office. It’s open twenty four hours.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was engrossed in the document.
I advanced to the secretaire.
“I have perused the entire document once again, Durgesh.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said gravely.
“I’ve too,” I said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hasn’t actually given his media empire to Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He has actually played a very clever game. He knew he couldn’t do what is required there. He got rid of it.”
“And challenged us in a way to do something to save it for Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He thinks even we can’t do anything.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb knows it?”
“I don’t think so. If she had she wouldn’t have playing the game she is playing now.”
“I love challenges, Al Hudā,”
“Are you telling me?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled, “I understand you now more. You never unsucceeded.”
“Until now,” I corrected her.
“Perhaps I have more faith in you than even you do have in yourself. We’ll again succeed, inshā’Allāh. I refuse to accept your correction.”
I hugged her, kissed and circled my arm around her slim waist.
“Thanks for boosting my morale.”
“You never did for yourself. You always did it for us Musalmān womankind. Didn’t you?”
I smiled patiently.
“Don’t get me wrong, Al Hudā. Womankind, yes. Yet, not always for Musalmān womankind only. I had to do it for my Brāhmañ wives too. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never cares to refer it in her speeches and talks. She tactically ignores it, to imply that I love you Musalmān Beauties only exclusively. Yet, it isn’t a fact, to be true exactly.”
“Nevertheless, mostly for us Musalmān Beauties, if not exclusively?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled looking at me anticipating my response in the affirmative.
“My Brāhmañ in laws are not as bad as my Musalmān in laws. The Brāhmañs were never militarized as Yazīd Malåūn and his bandit Mullahs and Maulavīs militarized the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“The Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs are luckier than us. Yet, how is it possible that Brāhmañs were never militarized if Lord Bhagvān Parashu Rām did his famous military campaigns against the Xatriýs, the descendants of the Bachhalyās twenty one times in twenty one Kalps, eras?”
“You are right. Sorry I forgot that.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
“You accept your mistakes immediately, don’t you?”
“The sooner we accept our mistake the sooner we are improved.”
“I’d try to remember it. I never admit I’m mistaken if I can manage it ever.”
“That’s nothing individual. Most of the humankind do it and delay their progress in evolution.”
I walked toward the elaborately carved French armchair resting next to the Noor Jahān fruitwood game table.
I settled in the armchair.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me admiringly yet with a concern somewhat.
She didn’t try to come to me and sit on my lap as she always did.
“Worrying?” I smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is playing some deep game we don’t even have any suspicion of,”
“I never doubt your competence. Nevertheless, I’m not as optimistic of human beings as you are, Durgesh. Not even Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle is. He too criticizes you ruthlessly when he is filled against you to the brim,”
“I respect him.”
“You both have more faith in each other than in yourselves. The more Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle criticizes you openly for your ever impractical utopian humanity, the more his faith in you and your immense humanity increases.”
“He is an angel humanified.”
“Allah, you and your appreciation of him. No doubt Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān Kħālājān can’t bear it ever.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī immediately entered in the subject.
“His Abbū was very much cautious when he instructed me to prepare the testament. He wanted you but you were too busy in defending the life of some framed ones that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Abbū himself couldn’t insist on you any more. He had to compromise on me on your assurance that you promise to guide me always if there come any circumstances that would obstacle the fulfillment of his wishes.”
I didn’t say anything.
She was only forewording what I wanted to discuss with her.
Originally, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was one of my countless Salhajs, the countless Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives of the brothers of my Musalmān Live in Relationship partners.
Like most of them, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī didn’t have any complaints against her husband.
Yet, our companionship of most hours did not let her not to notice the unique attributes I had more than his own husband.
She fought her best not to fall in love with me as the other women did.
Nevertheless, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī couldn’t succeed.
She confided with her husband.
“I have to confess you something, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad.”
“I think I know,”
“I’m not blind, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.”
“Sorry, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad. I failed to be your ever faithful wife.”
“I don’t think so,”
“If you were not faithful to me, you could have surrendered to your heart and emotions already before discussing it with me. I don’t blame you.”
“Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad,”
“That’s what I said when we decided to come here.”
“Sorry, I thought Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī were feeling herself lonely and I hadn’t any confidence on Kħadījah Muħammad.”
“Do you want divorce?”
“That’s the problem I want to discuss with you.”
“What do you propose about our daughters? Sorry, even if I prepare myself to separate from you, I am unable to imagine even how I can live without my children.”
“That’s the problem with me too.”
“Our eldest daughter is only ten years old now. The second one seven, the third is five, the fourth is two years only. She needs you very much.”
“They all need me. I can’t do anything irresponsible ever that affects their development adversely. They need both the mother and father for their proper psychological development.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī controlled herself ultimately.
“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, left him the bulk of his estate. He provided a trust for his daughters, granddaughters and his entire Musalmān houseladies related to him in any way. He gave the title to one of his seven hundred eighty six homes in various Islamic and other countries, to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s stepmother, Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid. Of his public holdings, the real estate wonder owned half the stock that he passed to his son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid, of course, owned the other half always.”
I didn’t say anything.
I let Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī brief me.
I didn’t tell her that I myself had perused the entire document carefully before starting to discuss it with her.
I wanted to listen to her own version of the gist of the testament.
The second opinion always eliminated most of the possibilities of the individual mistakes.
That’s why the Democracy is always preferred on Autocracy.
No dictatorship ever as succeeded in the entire history of humankind as Democracy.
That’s why India has such a long history successfully while the other cultures have kept to rise and collapse in their due course.
India is famous for its Gañs, democratic states, Panchāyats.
The Rudrgañ even in the ancient times.
Islam, the last version of Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, is also famous for its Saħābiyāt, Saħābah and the fact that Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never announced his replacement in the administration.
The Ummat-e-Muslimah decided her leader, Siddīq-e-Åāzam razī Allāhu Tålā ånahu.
“The other seven hundred eighty five homes went to Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s sisters, daughters and his other Musalmān houseladies. There were some token bequests. Mainly, minor shares in the TV channels, magazines and syndicate—to some of the old timers who have been in his employ for years. A dozen bequests to various distant relatives.”
“Yet, the rest to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I smiled, “The ranches—”
“Just about everything is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s. The mines in Ved Nagar, Utah and Nevada. Oil wells in Rajasthan India, in Oklahoma and Texas. The chain of markets in Ved Nagar. The Ved Nagar real estate. The Ved Nagar merchant ships. The art works, except for a few he left to the Ved Nagar Museum.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī chuckled mischievously.
“Why the chuckle?” I myself smiled impishly.
“Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled naughtily, “Even Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, the Real Estate Wonder, could not mention her in his will.”
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The green fabric of her shorts ripped at the seams as I pulled them down her thighs and past her knees to her ankles.
One more tug and they came apart in my hand like a prize.
A realization struck her, that this would not be either subtle or sexy.
Her husband’s friend, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, intended to rape her.
Yes, she herself started it.
She herself is doing it regularly, but…
“Durgesh, please stop. Don’t do this to me, Durgesh. I’ll do anything you want.”
She couldn’t see that this was exactly what I wanted, and her fighting only made it better.
She struggled and squirmed, her face flushed and her breathing became erratic.
I wanted her shirt off and needed to release her hands for a Moment.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn took that opportunity to scratch at my crazed eyes and pull at my hair.
She fought as if the devil possessed her.*
I smiled at Al Jihad Al Vaqār,
“Did it turn out good?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said,
“I think it was all right. Yet, the point is Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb went out to New Mexico to take care of her newly obtained mine, stayed at the mine for a while, then wrote Al Nādir Al Ghāzī she was going to Nevada to get a divorce. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was careless enough not to have any firsthand knowledge of her whereabouts. Then after a while, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī heard from Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb in a more or less roundabout way that she had a divorce.”
“A letter from Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled sardonically,
“Not from her. From one of their mutual friend.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has saved that letter?”
“That’s the problem. The damn fool never thought it was necessary.”
“Did Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb get a divorce in Reno?”
“I see. I won’t ask you why he acted so childish. He is a damn fool that never cared for his mines in New Mexico, neither he equally cared for the Media Empire he gave to you. Tell me the rest of it.”
“Well, he met me. I deliberately presented myself to him in such a way that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s face lit up with a fatuous smile. It seemed as if turning back the hands of clock for him. As if I had everything that he’d expected in Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb when he first married her. He even acknowledged to me he couldn’t believe his good fortune.”
“I know. You are a gem! You are a dream! Nevertheless, now let’s get on with it.”
“Well, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t bothered about records before but after he met me, he wanted to be sure he was free. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wrote to Reno and tried to find records of his wife’s divorce. There weren’t any.”*
I wasn’t large, yet at my fifty-five years old then, I was far stronger and furiously determined.
“It’s go-time!” I said furiously, “You are doing this to me every night. That is never wrong for you. But once I start it myself…”
I had envisioned slowly undressing her and gently kissing every sexy inch of my prize but a new plan was called for.
She continued to beat on me with open palms and tried to drive her knees between my legs.
She did not intend to give in.
She would not lift her butt or surrender her dignity but the energy was quickly draining from her.
I reached behind Åāliyah Kamāluddīn and took her undies in my hand.
One firm tug and they shredded, only one pink cotton strand clung by the elastic around her left thigh.
The tearing sound froze her and when she saw the frayed panties and her exposed pubic hair, the resolve began to ebb.
This gave me the last advantage I would need.
I flipped her onto her stomach and climbed astride her upper thighs.
Her arms were now pinned under her body and her legs were in no position to kick anymore.
The idea that the flailing, captive vixen at my mercy was my friend’s lovely wife that fucked me herself astride on me, for her own husband that sold those videos of his own Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife with me, engorged my Uncut Hindu Cock to the bursting point.
I could hammer nails with my Hindu stiffness.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was fully inflamed and my proud and confident smile was ear-to-ear.
I took pleasure in grasping her collar and ripping the lightweight blouse completely off her back.
The pink bra was unsnapped deftly, in a maneuver practiced often with her laundry.
With her shirt in tatters, it seemed her overpowering was complete.
Her back was bare, warm and moist, with long red streaks a reminder of the struggle.
The remnants of her shirtsleeves still covering her upper arms, the bra lay useless as her breasts were smashed into the cushions.
Only the sides of her well-rounded Musalmān boobs could be seen, flattened underneath her.
I tugged off my own sweats and she barely moved.
As she slowly formed the image of her husband’s ever dominant Hindu friend sitting on her beautiful naked Musalmān body, strumming my fingers down her back and making lewd, disgusting comments on her exquisite Musalmān torso, she lost all will to continue.
Oddly, a feeling overtook her.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn could feel a tingle deep inside as I slobbered kisses down her spine.
She noticed an unmistakable wave building in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān loins as I reached under her to squeeze her tits.
And her heartbeat picked-up once more when she felt my handsome Hindu hands cup the cheeks of her rear-end, then suddenly I cracked my hand across her beautiful Musalmān butt and the shriek she let out was as much pleasure as shock.
One more sex provoking delicious Hindu slap on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass and my palm rubbing her beautiful Musalmān mounds made the seduction total.
At this, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn turned her head to reveal a tear-streaked cheek.
She herself fucked me daily for her pimp husband and enjoyed it very much, but when I was trying to fuck her for myself, she was acting as if I was raping an immensely shauharparast, immensely loyal Musalmān wife.
Her dark hair, now sweaty, was lying damp across her forehead, neck and back.
Her beautiful Musalmān body was warm and wet from the exertion and her insides were warm from a foreboding of what was to come.
She feebly whispered,
“Why Durgesh, why me? What are you going to do?”
I was exhausted, but these questions only re-sparked my passion.
The struggle done, I took a Moment to survey my conquest.
My wimp and pimp Pseudo Musalmān friend’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, lay entirely at my command.
Pleading, sweating, and enticingly available to my desires.
My Uncut Hindu Cock swelled to amazing proportions.
One more slap to her moist Musalmān ass and I let out a merciless, yet still sophisticated triumphant smile.
“Durgesh, please?” She futilely gave it one more shot. “What are you doing?”
She was utterly under my control and her emotions seemed comforted and content with that.
Now was the time for me to announce my intentions.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, I guess I can call you Åāliyah Kamāluddīn since I’m running my fingers along your pussy lips.”
At this, she trembled and was about to speak but I cut her off.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, I’m gonna fuck you tonight, a lot. In fact, I’m gonna fuck you every day and night from now on. No problem. Isn’t it? Because that’s what you yourself were doing daily with me. Weren’t you?”
The shock of those words sent a shiver straight through her, but also aroused a very awkward sensation inside her.
How could her body betray her like this?
Did she want to be raped?
Was it rape if somehow it excited her so much?
“Durgesh, I, I don’t know about this.”
“You’ll do well to listen and obey. What you were doing clandestinely for your bloody Pseudo Musalmān husband, must come out now in the open. You have fucked me until now too much, now it’s my turn to fuck you from now on.”
With one more slap on her reddening backside, the party was about to begin.
My alter-ego was born, and for me, that meant “sex-master.”
I grabbed a big handful of her thick, black locks, and jammed an elbow into the small of her back to arch it, for my approach.
With no further talk or fuss, my huge Uncut Hindu Cock started pushing at the lips of her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
It was now all too real.
She thought maybe she could keep her legs together or squeeze her hips, but again, the fighting just energized me.
Thrusting hard, I was able to wedge my Uncut Hindu Cock into her tight extremely attractive enormously inviting Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy and then the devastation was complete.
I was pleasantly thrilled to find her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy slick and gripping my Hindu meat like a fist wrapped around it.
She was amazed at the same sensation and found herself working to push back on my Uncut Hindu Cock in rhythm with me.
“Durgesh no, this is wrong. This is forbidden in Islam, Durgesh.”
She felt as if she said that to deceive herself because she was obviously starting to enjoy the feeling and realize that her entire life had been as a submissive, so why not her sex-life, too.
She squeaked once more,
“Stop, Durgesh, stop.”
Nevertheless, she hardly believed herself.
I was in total control and we both wanted it that way.
“I’m gonna fuck you good, you little Musalmān bitch. So take my Uncut Hindu Cock in your hot, horny ardent Musalmān twat and make me feel good.”
“Durgesh, please. I’m not a bitch. I’m your friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, your Bhābhījān,n,.” The words excited her all the more.
“You’re my bitch, now! My fuck-toy to play with whenever I want.
The rage was controlled and voice stayed calm and commanding.
I slid a cushion under her belly so that her sweet inviting cheeks were propped-up, as if on a serving-platter.
And the pounding started in earnest.
“Take that Uncut Hindu Cock, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn. How does that feel in your little extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy?” My lust was running wild and there was no one to stop me.
And though I didn’t see it, her fantasies were coming to the force also.
I noticed she was still bucking hard but not trying to throw me off.
I could sense the change coming over her.
Now she herself wanted me to rape her.
Let the new video tell everyone it wasn’t one side activity.
I reached under her to cup each breast and tugged greedily at them, rolling tI nipples in my fingers and pinching them hard.
With a few more long Hindu thrusts in her hot Musalmān twat, I pulled her hair again so that I could see her big brown eyes.
“You love this, don’t you bitch?”
“I’m not a bitch.”
“You love it. And you love my thick Uncut Hindu Cock. Huh, bitch. Say it, tell me you’re my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bitch and you love my Uncut Hindu Cock into your ravenous Musalmān Cunt because your wimp Musalmān husband could never satisfy you as you needed tremendously.”
She saw now she was losing hopelessly, helplessly.
The excitement was real.
Her own female Musalmān lust was roiling up to the surface and she could feel an orgasm welling-up.
Not just an orgasm but an ORGASM.
“All right!, Durgesh, I love your Uncut Hindu Cock into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, is that enough?”
One more firm smack on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass told her it wasn’t.
“Answer me correctly, bitch!” My Hindu thrusts increased in power with each syllable.
Her will was worn down.
Her immensely beautiful Musalmān body slumped in total defeat.
And she felt one more crack across her bottom.
“Not fast enough!”
“Yes Durgesh, I love your Uncut Hindu Cock,” she moaned in a breathy, throaty voice. “Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch loves your unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock into her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.”
This soothed my tantrum for the Moment but did not stop the plunder.
I banged her harder, thrusting my rock-solid Hindu member between her inner Musalmān lips and strove to sink it deep in her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
Furiously I pounded, tugging on her tits as if they would come off, yanking her black mane croaking in her ear.
“You’re my whore now, and I will use your sweet extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy all day and night long. Take my Uncut Hindu Cock, bitch. I feel you shaking, I hear you moaning and your extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy is soaking my Uncut Hindu Cock. You need to be fucked by me and I’m going to fuck you, good.”
The tension was building in us both.
The climax was imminent.
“Durgesh,” using my nickname for the first time, ever. Please don’t cum into me.”
She didn’t say don’t cum.
And her mind wondered at that.
And it didn’t really matter as she had her tubes tied years ago.
So why say it?
She knew why, and now she knew she had to say it.
“Durgesh, I want to taste you. I want to taste your Hindu cum and feel your Hindu warmth in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth. I’m begging you, Durgesh. Cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.”
Her world turned upside down, literally.
In two seconds, her gaping extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy was empty and I had hold of her ears.
My enormous Hindu rod was pressing between her soft pink Musalmān lips and she could taste her own vaginal Musalmān juices on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her hips heaved and shook so violently that she could not keep my Hindu meat in her mouth.
I entered into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt again and shot streams of my Hindu cum in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān depths endlessly.
Long, sticky rivulets of my Hindu cum oozed ultimately from her Musalmān Cunt, overflowing.
For the first time, she laughed, as she felt the warm liquid inside her.
She scooped some of the mess off with her fingers herself.
She even surprised me by taking her fingers in her mouth and lewdly licking each one dry.
She the scooped more of it herself and swallowed that, too.
“I told you I wanted to taste you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!” She smiled at me gratefully now, sweetly.
When she lowered her head and cupped her boobs in her hand, I was floored.
Her pink tongue lasciviously darted out to her nipples and cleaned-up all the semen she could reach that fell there when I took my Uncut Hindu Penis from her mouth and entered her Musalmān Cunt again.
My Uncut Hindu Cock sprang instantly to attention, once more and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn laid back with her long legs invitingly open.
“C’mon, now. Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch is ready for action. Fuck me now, fuck me tonight and every day from now on.” She understood her world, now and things were about to change.*
I wasn’t surprised.
“No record?” I asked Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
“No record.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said.
“Well,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said contemptuously, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had acted on the assumption, of course, that there had been a divorce in Reno, particularly after receiving that letter from their mutual friend about Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s divorce.”
“What did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī do?”
“He says he had naturally acted on the assumption that he was a free man and…”
“What did he do?” I repeated my question curtly.
“He says he had gone pretty damn far by the time he found out that there was some question about his Reno divorce. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī still thought that there was a divorce, all right, but that the records were missing or something.”
“Idiot, never confirmed whether there was any divorce actually or even nothing like that?”
“He was so obsessed with you?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled cunningly.
“What do you think? I am not that much beautiful?”*
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was recovering on the couch.
She must have passed-out for a short while or had just awaken from a terrible nightmare.
No such luck.
As her eyes focused, she saw her husband’s friend Durgesh, kneeling onto her, between her legs.
Alternately, I was rubbing her trimmed bush and sliding my long, bony Uncut Hindu Cock into her sore, wet extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn worked to analyze what and why this all took place.
Her husband’s friend was laughing triumphantly sweetly, yet calling her my “cum-slave” and “fuck-toy.”
Her butt was sore from the spankings I had administered and there was an unmistakable taste of my Hindu cum in her Musalmān throat.
Even my Hindu semen was drying on her smooth Musalmān thighs.
Durgesh, her husband’s fifty five year old enormously handsome Hindu friend, was naked.
My breathing hard and my dark hair disheveled.
My skin was flushed and sweaty, but it was my Uncut Hindu Cock that caught her attention.
Standing straight-out 8-9 inches and impossibly thick she had the curious impression that she could not have ever taken such a monster in either her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt or her mouth.
In her fantasies, it was always a huge Uncut Hindu Cock she craved.
And in her night-stand she kept a big rubber dildo that she rubbed against both sets of lips.
Her husband was over ethical.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn never had another option.
She herself never liked it.
Yet, what the hell else could Åāliyah Kamāluddīn do?
But now, the very real, very enormous Uncut Hindu Cock belonging to her Musalmān husband’s Anant Muslimātchod Hindu friend, was eliciting emotions in her body that should not be there.
She tried to recreate in her mind, what exactly had happened.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had been playfully spanked by her Musalmān husband too, but never had her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass been smacked so hard and so often that she needed to keep the pressure on her hips instead of her butt.
And though she had pleased her husband sometimes with her mouth too, no one had ever been allowed to finish inside her.
But, now Durgesh was fucking her and calling her names that she had never imagined.
And for some bewildering reason, fluids were running down her thighs, her nipples stood erect to the touch, aching to be squeezed, and each nasty name set off sparks in her mind.
“Can this really be my husband’s ‘friend’?”
“Good, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, You’re awake”, I started.
No longer bothering to call her “Åāliyah Kamāluddīn Bhābhījān.”
“I think you came so hard the last time, that you passed-out. Now that you understand the new rules, let’s start lesson #2.”
I stroked my thick Hindu meat as if it was a trophy and slapped it sharply against her beautiful Musalmān chin and cheeks.
My mind now flush with power and excitement.
“What lesson, what rules?…please Durgesh?” She slithered towards the back of the couch but this served no purpose.
I grabbed a handful of her jet-black hair in my strong hand and twisted her head back so that Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was staring up at me as I hovered over her.
“Lesson #2 bitch, suck my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls and beg me to give you my Hindu seed.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn nearly swooned.
She attempted to clamp her teeth shut and close her moist dark eyes.
One swift slap across her cheek ended that brief show of resistance.
“Do you need more discipline or are you ready to proceed?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn saw clearly now that her life has been one continuous stream of orders given and meek submission; her husband, her boss and now suddenly, her husband’s friend.
Men used her body literally or figuratively.
This time though, things seemed a bit different.
Her body and soul had been empty for so long, and she had only been going through the motions.
It felt good to have a man issue orders to her, again.
However, the Hindu angel of her subconscious nagged at her, still.
“This is forbidden in Islam,” she struggled with the thought. “My husband’s Hindu friend fucked me, and now wants me… no, demands, that I suck his swollen Uncut Hindu Cock and beg for the pleasure of it.”
She sensed me gripping her ears and positioning my fleshy beast at her lips.
Her surrender was now total.
The wave of anticipation building in her was like a volcano.
My bulging Uncut Hindu Penis slid roughly into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was amazed at the sensation she experienced here and between her legs.
I started gently but it was not long until the pumping increased and I grasped her shoulders to gain leverage.
“Open wider, I’m gonna fuck your beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth like a whore and give you a load of my Hindu sweetness.”
She knew I expected her to swallow, but she couldn’t.
The gagging and choking forced my Uncut Hindu Cock out and in my wrath, I directed a long stream of jism into her lovely Musalmān Cunt again. The salty ropes of my Hindu cum sprayed into her Musalmān Cunt and splashed into her immense Musalmān depths.
Thick gobs of milky Hindu semen slowly oozed out her Musalmān Cunt overflowing from it ultimately, and clung in long strands from her thighs.
I milked my tool and squirted still more cum into Åāliyah Kamāluddīn‘s Musalmān Cunt.
When my Uncut Hindu Cock grew soft, I smiled triumphantly,
“Now clean me off and suck me ’till I’m hard again. Put a nice shine on it, I want you to keep my Uncut Hindu Cock hard and warm.”
Once more, My long, thick Hindu member snaked its way down her throat.
‘Why am I so excited? How can I be so thrilled to be forcibly raped by my own husband’s Hindu friend? I’ve had fantasies of being held down, and in dreams I’ve been called whore and bitch…but forbidden and rape should not get me so wet!’
My Uncut Hindu Cock grew amazingly large again, the bulbous head and straining veins looked unreal as it plunged into her like a piston, her saliva smoothing and greasing its path.
She took a deep breath and resigned herself to her fate.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn wrapped her hand around my enormous Uncut Hindu Cock and worked her fingers up the length of my shaft.
My Uncut Hindu Cock glistened with her spit and her long fingers, the pink nails shiny from cum, worked furiously to pump more semen from the tip.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, tell me what you want, and do it correctly.”
With a deep sigh and in a little-girl voice, she replied,
“Please Durgesh, fill me up, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch wants you to fuck her and let her pleasure you in any way you choose.”
It was impossible to tell who was getting the most excited but certainly Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was near orgasm and she was in dreamland.
I yanked her from the couch and on to her knees.
“Show me what you’ve learned, you horny slut.”
With just the slightest hesitation, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn stroked my blood engorged tool, the purple knob throbbing.
She greedily sucked it into her mouth and slurped it hungrily down.
She loved the rough Hindu skin sliding in and out.
She loved the sensation of this huge Uncut Hindu prick pounding the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān throat.
And she loved that she could give a man, even this particular man, her husband’s friend, such an amazing feeling.
A switch was thrown.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was now a sub.
Secure in that knowledge, she let her husband’s friend’s Uncut Hindu Cock pop out of her lewd Musalmān mouth.
Her pink lipstick was smeared all over her face.
Cum was drying on her thighs.
The image drove her passion, she felt invigorated and wanted this feeling to go on forever.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was still pumping my big Uncut Hindu Cock in her petite hands.
She rose to her feet and led me by my Uncut Hindu Cock to the side of the sofa.
She leaned over the armrest and placed one hand between her legs.
She slowly played with her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy lips and slipped my Uncut Hindu Cock herself into her warm Musalmān gash.
Her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy made a sound both erotic and nasty.
My Uncut Hindu Cock made a sloppy noise and she guided my stiff pecker with her free hand.
As it pressed against her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt again, we both felt the head enter with very little effort.
“Please Durgesh, fuck my tight little Musalmān twat, and make me your bitch. I need to be fucked and I want you to treat me, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, like the dirty little whore that I am.”
I explored deep inside her steaming extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
As I squirted another blast against her inner Musalmān walls, I emitted a deep groan and shuttered mightily.
She shook so hard that she needed to hold the couch for support, her legs buckling beneath her.
Our ashvinātam orgasms together were drowned-out by our combined ashvinātam moans.
I wrapped my long arms around her waist and reached up to grab her heavy, swaying Musalmān breasts.
I continued to pump her hot Musalmān snatch and she thrust her meaty Musalmān backside in rhythm with my constant Hindu pounding.
Both of us were sweating and gasping for air as we collapsed onto the thick oriental carpet.
I lay spread-eagled on the floor and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn lay on me, her face downwards, having my Uncut Hindu Cock still buried deepest into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn herself started to fuck me now straddling me, shamelessly.
Well, it wasn’t anything new however.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had already fucked me thus for a long time.
Only Durgesh wasn’t awake then.
Or, was Durgesh awake then too?
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly.
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I looked at Imāmzādi Ħumayrah Qāzī.
“I know she is right. The humankind dreams, enjoys to dream and never wants to come out of dreams. But it doesn’t mean someone should take its advantage. Neither it’s a tragedy at all.”
“I see,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “so, my ever over moral Hindu husband is angry because one of his infinite Musalmān wives is taking advantage of some eternal fact. If you are right, why isn’t it a tragedy?”
“Because originally every eternal law in the system is there for ‘Janébhyah’, for the people. You are taking advantage of it for yourself and your Young lady Musalmān Brigade.”
“You are quite mistaken, Param Purush.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly, “Neither my Young lady Musalmān Brigade nor myself do maintain our Sharīr Yantrs, our Body Machines only for our own satisfaction. We do affirmations and transmissions using them. That’s how we converted Saåūdī Årabia into Modern Democratic Årabia and ended anti Hindu rule from India forever. If it isn’t ‘Janébhyah’, for the people, why the hell did you yourself participate in it, and still do?”*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār ostentatiously, flashily, consulted her wristwatch as she entered my office.
“Thought you would never get here, Durgesh.” she said, “Been waiting twenty minutes. Damn it. I don’t like waiting for anyone, not for my de facto husband especially.”
“So it seems,” I said dryly.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
“Well, I’m not one of your sex therapy clients, I mean. I’m one of your commandos actually that assist you in fighting against ever insane pseudo Muslim terrorism.”
“You wanted to tell me some things about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I reminded her coldly.
“Your Musalmān stepson isn’t only a terrorist, he is a bigamous criminal as well. He was already married to four beautiful Musalmān wives, when he married me.”
“Oh, come on, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. You are not actually his wife. You are a commando actually to get evidences against Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“But he already has four wives. How the hell under Muslim Personal Law could he marry me? Isn’t his marriage with me void ab initio?”
“Is your marriage with him important?”
“I’m running his business as his wife. If I’m not his wife legally, I can’t inherit his business as well. Isn’t it important?”
“This media empire I control is not mine any more, if my marriage with him is void ab initio.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī can never take the possession of his media empire now, don’t worry.”
“There are complications now.”
“Okay, go ahead. Tell me everything.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said gravely.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī married a girl named Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb ten years ago. She was a mighty sweet girl then.”
I looked at Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
She hated terrorism, crimes and the anti-human activities of Pseudo Musalmīn right ab initio.
The Pseudo Musalmīn charged Al Jihad Al Vaqār that she was never loyal to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pretended to love him because she wanted to acquire the hold on the media empire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī owned.
Now she was the owner because I was with her, not because she had any talent herself.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed at the charges.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was completely hypnotized then with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s extraordinary magical Musalmān beauty. Hypnotism is the actually exactly right word for it, Durgesh. Don’t make any mistake about that. As it turned out, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb herself hated terrorism and crimes as much as I do. Besides, she was a cold, clever, scheming—well, even I hate to use the word that comes in my mind in front of you.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār looked at me gravely.
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār, love brings out the best in people. That’s why the utmost ancient book on humanity, Ved, has based the system of life, it proposes, on love. That’s why it wants to spread love everywhere through its Family Movement. When love leaves, it frequently happens the best is gone. I would never blame Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. She did what she did because she loved humanity more than she loved my ever scheming stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hates you very much.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “He says you deliberately pick up the horniest Musalmān houseladies who are unsatisfied with their ever righteous Musalmān husbands. You fulfill their slutty wishes and—”
“I know. Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn claim it’s the fact. And that’s why they keep losing their ever needy Musalmān womankind to me or other capable Hindus. They blame us Hindus for it. If they had ever tried to find out the fault with in themselves, they would have stopped the wooing of Musalmān Beauties me or other capable Hindus already much before.”
“The Pseudo Musalmīn don’t want to believe anyone else that’s not himself a Pseudo Musalmān.”
“And that’s why the Pseudo Musalmīn are the losers ever.” I smiled curtly.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled forlornly.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is a holy terror.”
“In what way?” I asked.
“In every way,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “She is—well, she’s a wildcat. You know, that old saying about ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’.”
“Sure, even Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī created almost everlasting Brāhm Kalp that has mostly Brāhmañ Muslimāt Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī couples.”
“Nothing, how long has Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb separated from Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Not exactly. It wasn’t as serious a matter then, as it is now.”
“I don’t think the separation had so much to do with it.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “It was when Al Nādir Al Ghāzī married me. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb couldn’t bear it. She became absolutely insane with rage.”
I watched Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
She was a beautiful Musalmān redhead, with the bluest of blue smart Musalmān eyes.
I could look right down in the depths.
The fair delicate Musalmān skin that goes with a redhead of that type.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was beautiful.
She was a gem.
Not only physically, but morally as well.
It wasn’t any miracle however.
Pseudo Islam never succeeded in Musalmān womankind to the extent it succeeded in Musalmān mankind.
Yazīd Malåūn needed warriors more than the womankind.
His movement wasn’t a moral movement as the original Islam was.
It was actually now a military movement to spread his Imperialism.
It used Islam, it didn’t follow Islam actually.
On the contrary, the Islam had to follow Yazīd Malåūn and his bandits.
I looked into her beautiful eyes.
“Do you have a woman in your employ about twenty eight or twenty nine, with a good figure, trim, slim waisted, long legged, high breasted, blonde hair, gray eyes…”
“In my employ?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled ironically, “Allah, Durgesh, you make her sound like a Hollywood movie actress.”
“She’s good looking,” I admitted.
“Don’t know anyone,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shook her head.
“Know anyone by the name of Al Qāsim?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār thought.
“Yes,” she said, “I had a business deal at one time with a man by the name of Al Qāsim, some sort of a mining deal. I can’t remember much of it. As a successful businesswoman now, I have a lot of things on my mind. The way you talk about her, a man could have helped you more in the matter. A woman isn’t interested in a woman in the way a man is interested in her. However, I wanted to talk to you about my ex co wife, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said,
“Well, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī separated. Now, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says there is something strange about that separation. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t been getting along too well.”
“Because they were never serious about getting along too well.” I smiled.
“Pseudo Islam, Pseudo Christianity, Pseudo Judaism, every religion, every ideology has its pseudo version now.”
“What do you want to say?”
“Actually, every person is not living his/her natural scientific life, neither s/he wants to.”
“I’m unable to follow you.”
“The scientific reason behind these separations and divorces is that man is actually a polygamist animal.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed.
“Glad to hear it from you, a man himself. The womankind is monogamous in this matter.”
“That’s right. Actually, it needs five elements to run a family successfully.”
“Indeed?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled mockingly, “And what the hell are those bloody five elements?”
“The first one is a suitable system of life based on cold and hard eternal scientific facts, Sirātalmustaqīm, Panthā R’tasý.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed.
“Are you explaining me Al Qur’an Al Karīm? Are you a Maulānā? A muballigh-e-Islam? Sirātalmustaqīm? Allah, I can’t believe it. A Hindu is preaching Islam to a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān young woman.”*
“I didn’t find any Āyat in Al Qur’an Al Karīm that prohibits an Ahal-e-Al Kitāb to explain the Tafsīlal Kitābi. The problem with you so called Musalmīn is that you neither know nor have the courage enough to believe that we Hindus are actually the Everfirst Musalmīn. And therefore we Hindus have every right to read, study, peruse Al Qur’an Al Karīm and preach it according to Al Kitāb. Al Qur’an Al Karīm says we get double ujr for it, double reward for it, than you Musalmīn get. Aqāmat-e-Dīn, Aqāmat-e-Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī, is not you so called Musalmīn’s exclusive territory. ”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār gritted her teeth.
It was no use to debate with Durgesh on it.
She knew very well that she couldn’t prove me wrong.
Countless Musalmīn didn’t agree with me.
Yet, none of them could prove me wrong according to Al Qur’an Al Karīm and Aħādīs-e-muqaddasāt.
The worst thing was they couldn’t prove wrong even Dr. Ålī Sina and his Co Authors.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār changed the subject.
It was a better course to follow for everyone that couldn’t win a debate.
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t been getting along too well and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had been turning to other interests. He was staying at the club a lot, playing a little poker, going out with his friends. But Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was not sitting home, pining her life away. They had just reached the point where they’d started to grow apart.”
“Neither of them wanted to save the marriage.” I commented.
“That’s right. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had found out that Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was smarter than he himself was. He wasn’t agree to play the second fiddle. I think even Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb had also found out about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Pseudo Musalmān terrorist, criminal and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmān activities. She played smart not to fight on it with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I digested the information.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was really smart.
“They both had realized their marriage was a great mistake. They were not made for each other.”
“That’s the problem with marrying in a community.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would perhaps never married Al Nādir Al Ghāzī if Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t a Musalmān and Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s parents never insisted to marry their daughter with a Musalmān only.”
“Wasn’t it natural?”
I looked at her gravely.
“Sure, but where the parents of Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb failed was to believe that everything that shines is bound to be gold.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched me appreciatively.
“Countless Musalmīn marry their daughters, their sisters today with ostensible Musalmīn without confirming whether he is really a Musalmān or not. They forget Allah has warned them, ‘Wa lā tunkiħū almusharikīn ħattā yu’minū’. Ħattā yu’minū is the important part here that prohibits a Musalmān to marry his/her daughter/sister with an ostensible Musalmān. It requires the confirmation of the Īmān of the bridegroom as Ved orders ‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt’.”
“Allah, are you again preaching me Islam, Maulānā Durgesh?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shouted at me angrily.*
“You Musalmīn are furious that someone that isn’t a Muslim reminds you what Islam really is. It exposes you ostensible Musalmīn. Doesn’t it?”
“Try to be a true Musalmān sometimes, if not always.”
She watched me angrily.
“Al Qur’an Al Karīm says, ‘Lā ikrāh fiddīni’ ‘No compulsion in religion’ too. Perhaps in your enthusiasm to preach me Islam, you are forgetting it.”
“Certainly not. You are still free to have your own opinion whatsoever you want to. Dr. Ålī Sina and his Co Authors have influenced a large number of you Musalmīn too, I understand.”
She deliberately ignored my remark.
It was she that needed me now, not I that needed Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
“Anyway,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār tried once again to resume the subject, “When the separation came, neither Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb nor Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had any hard feelings for each other. They both were so fed up of each other they both wanted to get rid of another one. No tears shed. No complaints even. It was just a plain business matter. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb a mine in New Mexico that looked pretty good. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wanted to have Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Media Empire that I’m running now. Nevertheless, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī made her to compromise on the mine.”
“Any formal property settlement drawn up?” I asked.
“That’s where Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb defeated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī cleverly successfully. He made a blunder there. He didn’t have it formal, but Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb had always been pretty square that way.”
“I see,” I smiled sarcastically.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār ignored my reaction.
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī both talked things over. He gave her this mine in New Mexico and they were going to see how it turned out.”
I didn’t say anything.
I only listened to her without making any comment whatsoever.
“If it turned out all right, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was going to take that as a complete property settlement. If it didn’t turn out so good, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī told her they’d make some sort of an adjustment.”
“It means Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was more eager to get rid of her than Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was. He never hid his such a blunt eagerness to get rid of her. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb noticed it and carefully took every advantage she could.”
“I agree with you.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “Most of the filthy rich men never care for such matters gravely even. They take it extremely carelessly. They never marry gravely actually. They purchase a beautiful plaything for them, instead of having a wife actually. They are always ready to pay for it. That’s what they think they have money for. Even when you fuck their beautiful wives they actually laugh at you that you are a damn fool mostly interested in the used Beauties.”
I smiled triumphantly.
“Their point of view and mine towards life is entirely different, Al Jihad Al Vaqār.”
“They pay money for everything, I pay love for everything.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was startled.
“You can see yourself who the real damn fool is. I get love for love, sincerity, honesty, loyalty and the immense indebtedness from the Beauties they get rid of, thus. I keep my money too with me. They never get anything true from their wives even when they are their wives and they lose their money too. Moreover, I never see them as used Beauties. I see them as my fellow human beings that need something I can do for them. I never lose anything in doing that something for them. Instead, I myself enjoy them too much if they enjoy me. It’s the principle that you do everything for me that you can, and in return, I would do everything for you that I can. What the hell have I to lose in this lifestyle?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was watching me dumbfounded.
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The June morning dawned bright and warm.
It was a beautiful day for a wedding.
I had set my alarm for 6 a.m.
My criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, was getting married today.
Despite Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī’s every effort, she could not make her ever-stupid son to see the changing environment of the globe.
He wasn’t ever a member of any terrorist group, nevertheless he never found anything irreligious in any of that anti justice anti human organizations.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī decided not to marry him ever until he isn’t human at least somewhat.
Nevertheless, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī’s scheme again backfired.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, as he was himself now.
“You do understand he can join any terrorist group anytime,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī told Al Jihad Al Vaqār curtly, “Don’t you?”
“I doubt it, Ammī.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār cooed, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī didn’t join them when it was easier for the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists to survive and succeed. Now, Narendr Modī is in power in India. Have you forgotten what Narendr Modī did in Gujarat with these bloody Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists?”*
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled confidently.
The bloody Alkuffār.
Everyone is thinking Islam has lost forever.
Hindutv is in power now.
Not Narendr Modī.
No doubt, the Hindu scoundrel is lucky.
Every effort to kill Narendr Modī has backfired till now, without any exception.
There are millions of Musalmīn.
How many of them the Hindus can arrest?
How many of them the Hindus can hang till they don’t die?
He had proposed to kill Nawaz Sharif in India, at least, if not Narendr Modī.
However, none listened to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
They think Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is stupid.
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun!
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī sat at the wheel of the marvelous green seat of his Station Wagon.
The Indian Mujahidin are too afraid of Narendr Modī.
They think he is immortal now.
Nonsense, no one is immortal.
Let Al Nādir Al Ghāzī kill the root, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, first.
It was Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever unashamed shameless Musalmān lady brigade that always protect Hindus.
They always betray Musalmīn.
The persons like Jāved Akħtar, Salīm, etcetera have surrendered to Hindus already.
It’s not important what they say.
They have to do it for their own survival.
Kalma-e-kufr is allowed in Islam to self survival if there isn’t another option.
Islam isn’t a dīn of stupidity, irrespective of what the foolish Al Kuffār say.*
I got out of the hotel bed, and walked into the bathroom to get showered before seven.
According to the plan of the bride and groom, each one would share a wedding day breakfast with the other’s parents.
In this case, it meant that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s bride-to-be, Al Jihad Al Vaqār, would be having breakfast, with me, in my hotel room, and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī would have breakfast with Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s parents, Al Jalāl Al Wahāb and Al Qahar Al Īmān.
I was grave for my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson.
He was marrying a great girl.
It didn’t hurt that she was beautiful from head to toe either.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was a 26 year old interior decorator who’d met Al Nādir Al Ghāzī through mutual friends.
The attraction was immediate and after 2 years of courtship, he’d asked her to be his wife.
I slipped on a pair of loose fitting sweats and a casual t-shirt.
A knock on the door announced that room service was there.
The bellhop wheeled a cart in filled with different covered trays.
Quickly and quietly the bellhop set the table up for two.
I paid him a tip and he left.
I lifted the lids of each dish and found Belgian waffles under one, strawberries under another, a bowl of whipped cream, scrambled eggs on a plate, and sausages under another.
A carafe of coffee and a bottle of orange juice completed the meal.
I imagined Al Jihad Al Vaqār wouldn’t be too hungry, as is, having wedding day jitters.
But just in case, I’d made sure I ordered a good breakfast.
Promptly at 7 a.m., there was a knock on my hotel room door.
I answered it and there stood my knockout beautiful, soon to be ‘daughter in law’, Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
“Good morning, dad,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said as she smiled, leaned in and kissed me on my cheek.
I invited her in and ushered her over to the table of waiting food.
I pulled her chair out for her as she sat down.
I took the chair across from her.
Like me, Al Jihad Al Vaqār was very casually dressed for this hour of the morning.
She wore a thick bathrobe under which she wore a short cream colored chemise with boy shorts.
“Would it bother you terribly if I took my robe off, dad?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked.
“Of course not Al Jihad Al Vaqār, get comfortable girl.” I replied.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār stood up and took the robe off.
She walked the robe over to the coat rack by the door and hung it there.
I was mesmerized as I watched her walk over to hang the robe up.
I’d never seen Al Jihad Al Vaqār in anything other than classy suits or blue jeans.
The chemise she wore was soft ivory and hung just below the cheeks of her excellent heavy plump luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt.
Her legs were long and slender and she was very shapely.
When she turned and walked back towards the table, even I had to catch my breath.
The front of the chemise was cut low and rested on the top of her breasts that were full and filled out the front of the chemise.
I could actually see her beautiful nipples poking through the fabric.
She was one beautiful Musalmān woman I thought again.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled as she sat down across from me.
She enjoyed a good relationship with her soon to be father in law.
I’d made her feel like part of the family from the start.
I razzed her just as much as I did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and my 3 other Musalmān stepsons.
She’d always admired me.
She also found me very attractive.
Even far more attractive, far more romantic and far sexier than her soon to be husband was.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was a handsome man, but he looked more like his mother than his father.
More feminine than masculine.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s hair was sandy brown like his mother’s, as well as having his mother’s green eyes.
My hair was a dark black, and I was not even starting to grey at my temples, as some men in my age did.
My eyes too were black and framed by spiky long lashes.
Even in my medium height, I stood a full 3 inches taller than my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson.
I stood up and started to remove the lids from the food.
“I didn’t know what you’d want, but I knew you liked Belgian waffles so I ordered them and all of this. I hope you’re hungry, young lady.” I smiled warmly at Al Jihad Al Vaqār. “Would you like me to make the bride a plate?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled back at me,
“Actually Dad, I am hungry, but my nerves are a little edgy. May we just sit and talk for a little bit before we eat? It will calm my nerves.”
“Sure hon'” I said, “C’mon, come sit on the bed and we’ll chat like friends.” I smiled.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār and I got comfortable on the bed.
I sat with my back against the headboard and Al Jihad Al Vaqār sat cross-legged in front of me.
“Is that better?” I asked.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed at my friendly remark and said,
“This is fine, dad.”
She sat there looking at me and couldn’t explain the weird feeling coming over her.
I was sitting there smiling at her and she had this unexplainable urge to kiss me.
How incredible it was.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad always said,
“No beautiful woman, irrespective of her age, can ever resist Durgesh’s infinite masculine charms. Durgesh complains that no woman let him continue ever a platonic relationship with her. But how the hell can anyone? Durgesh has infinite Bhogchakr.”
Is it true?
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed.
She never believed in the ever ridiculous Bhogchakr theory of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Musalmān lady brigade.
It was a nonsense.*
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had parked his station wagon from the Iron Gate at the entrance of the massive Ashvinātam Masjid.
He kept an eye on the University young ladies and even mature Musalmān beautiful ladies going inside for Al Fajir mass.
It was the tenth and last day of their Ijlās.
If their quarry arrived today, as he had the previous nine mornings, the pattern was set.
They would place the dynamite in the tunnel beneath the street tonight.
They would detonate the explosives and assassinate their tremendously scorned enemy, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, the founder of HLMCIC.
Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Clubs.
Let the ever-democratic scoundrel go to hell.
Even if they couldn’t kill Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the so called Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā reincarnated due to her immensely incredible black magic powers, they could kill at least her immensely respected Abbū, the devil incarnate,
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī peered at his wristwatch.
“You’d better go in now,” he said quietly to the young lady in the front seat beside him. “If the bastard is on schedule, he should be here in five minutes.”
“Do I have to?” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī smiled devilishly, “What purpose? He’d never get to the damn Masjid, Ashvinātam Masjid, hunh, tomorrow morning.”
“For positive identification,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled cunningly, “They want to fuck our muqaddas, pious, Pāk, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ladies. Let them. Who the hell are more pious than the Mujāhidāt themselves? Hindu scoundrels, fuck Mujāhidāt and be damned. Our Mujāhidāt would keep you busy 24×7 in sex with them. They’d give birth to your Hindu sons who would be the Mujāhidīn next generation, as we are.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan has planned to expose us to the true Musalmīn, as he calls them.” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī smiled sarcastically.
“True Musalmīn? Who support the ever coward Hindus?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled curtly.
“Now they are in power, don’t forget.”
“I won’t, ever,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said bitterly. “I want you to see him close up. We’ve got to be certain he is Al Saåīd Al Qādir, the deputy prime minister in charge of defense, and no other. Go ahead, Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī, it’s the last time.”
“Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun,”
“Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun,”
They never said, “Allah Ħāfiz,”
They always said, ‘Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun’, instead.
It was their code somewhat even.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was nineteen only, while Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was twenty nine already.
“Fa qatulū almusharikīn,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said.
“Ħaysu wajadttumūhum.” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī said.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī watched her leave the car, cross over, and reach the landing below the massive Masjid door.
Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī fell in among other worshipers at the steps, climbing up and going inside the Masjid.*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār tried to dispel the thought from her mind, but it wouldn’t shake.
Even worse, her thoughts started getting more provocative about me.
I sat there a little thoughtful by the strange look on Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s face.
One moment she’d been smiling at me and now she was sitting there staring at me with this peculiar look.
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār, are you okay?” I said in a concerned voice.
As if in a daze, Al Jihad Al Vaqār got up on her knees and inched herself intimately close to me.
Without saying a word, she placed her extremely beautiful red crimson luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips on mine and tenderly kissed me.
Inhaling she could take in my masculine Hindu scent and her kiss became a little more searching as her tongue pried its way between my lips.
Now I fully understood the weird look on Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s face, but what I didn’t understand was why in the hell was I returning her kiss?
She was about to marry my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson.
Oh how her mouth was warm sweet though.
I sucked her extremely beautiful red crimson luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips in between mine while my hands began to explore what was under the chemise.
Right before my eyes, Al Jihad Al Vaqār raised the chemise above and over her head and threw it on the floor.
Her breasts were stunning.
My mouth watered just looking at them.
My hands reached out for them and I grasped and caressed them.
No words were spoken as passion overtook the both of us.
We both knew what our actions were leading up to, but as if possessed by a hunger we couldn’t explain we didn’t stop.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār, only in her boy shorts straddled My lap and began to kiss me again.
Our kiss was hungry and passionate.
My cock was hard and I could feel it pressing against Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s pussy.
I grabbed a hand full of her excellent heavy plump luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pulled her even closer to me as we kissed.
Pushing myself away from the headboard, I laid Al Jihad Al Vaqār down in front of me.
Staring at her sexy body, I removed my t-shirt and stripped my sweats off.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was long, thick and very erect as my sweats came off.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār started to slide her boy shorts down, when I took over and slid them completely off for her.
Smiling at her, I bowed my head down and inhaled her excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
It was warm and musky.
Easing myself down between her legs, I spread them apart.
Her excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was beautifully shaven.
Wrapping my mouth fully over it, I kissed it passionately.
My lips ravaged her.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks bucked under me and her hands pressed my head deeper into her excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Yes, Durgesh, kiss me, kiss me there.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār huskily whispered.
I drove Al Jihad Al Vaqār wild when I kissed across her clit.
I loved this.
At this moment, I did not care that Al Jihad Al Vaqār was about to marry my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson.
She had chosen to allow me this privilege and I sure as hell wasn’t going to pass it up.
Let the anti-human Pseudo Musalmān terrorist suffer, even if he was my stepson.
Let him get punished.
I knew once with me, Al Jihad Al Vaqār would never return to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī completely.
She could never forget the immense sexual bliss she would get from me.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī couldn’t give its ten percent even.
Pressing my head hard against her excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Al Jihad Al Vaqār felt herself about to cum.
Her orgasm overtook her and spread through her entire body.
I had already stopped doing what I was doing.
As her orgasm subsided, I kissed her clit once more and then got up on top of her.
Kneeing her legs open a bit more, I positioned my ultra-hard Uncut Hindu Cock and then drove it deep inside Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
Her excellent young Musalmān body bucked and we both moaned loudly.
With an ardent intensity, I began to work my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her silky Musalmān pussy.
All the while, Al Jihad Al Vaqār moaned loudly and called out my name.
It was a good thing that her parent’s room, was on another floor of the hotel.
Anyone walking by the room would have clearly heard what was going on inside.
Her calling out my name only turned me on more and I worked my Uncut Hindu Cock even harder pounding into her.
Getting up on my knees, I flipped Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s legs over my shoulders and proceeded to drive deeper and deeper into her tight Musalmān pussy.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, she felt so good to me.
I knew I could cum at any moment, but I wouldn’t allow myself as I suspected this moment could never happen again.
With that thought in mind, I gave it all I could working my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out, my balls slapping against Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s beautiful Musalmān ass.
Grunting with each thrust, I watched the ecstasy etched all over Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s beautiful young Musalmān face.
I loved knowing I was the one giving her this pleasure.
As much as I detested my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson, I wanted to make sure that nobody ever fucked Al Jihad Al Vaqār as well as I was at this moment.
I wanted her to remember this.
“Yes darling! Is this what you want?” I said out of breath.
“Allah, Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah, yes,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār breathlessly replied. “I want you to cum into me, dad, sorry, not dad now, Durgesh darling, my actual husband from now on!”
“That’s right. What the hell do you think? I want to cuckold your terrorist stepson to both of us. And Wallāh, I promise to do it. Let him clean my Musalmān Cunt licking it, after you fuck me.”
I didn’t say anything as to its response.
I dropped Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s legs off of my shoulders and laid down on her.
Kissing her very lovingly, I rhythmically began to slide my Uncut Hindu Cock back and forth until I felt my orgasm began to build up and finally explode.
A loud guttural cry escaped from my lips as My body froze and I emptied my Hindu seed into Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s fertile Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.
“Thank you darlin'” I said, as I smiled and kissed Al Jihad Al Vaqār afterward. “You’re something else, you beautiful woman. My stepson is a lucky man.”
No more words were said as we got up, enjoyed a shower together and then ate breakfast leisurely.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār got dressed again, and slipped off to her room to prepare for her wedding day.
No one smiled more, at the wedding, than the bride and the father of the groom that day.
About a year later, I could only smile when people told me how much my 3 month old namesake grandson looked like me.
There would be more in the line.
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