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I twisted round to see the owner of the voice.
She was a woman in her late forties, with hair the same shade of auburn as Al Fātimah Al Vaqār and wearing a long silk dressing gown.
“Ammī! What are you doing here?” exclaimed Al Fātimah Al Vaqār as she covered her breasts with one arm and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with the other. “I thought you were in Suffolk!”
“Your Abbū was acting like a spoiled child again so I decided to come home,” replied the woman who I now knew to be Lady Al Vaqār Snr. “And what do I come home to? My daughter acting like a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut for a Hindu and using my house like some kind of knocking shop! Get to your room at once − I’ll deal with you later!”
“Oh, lillāh, for God’s sake Ammī, I am an adult, you know.”
“Don’t answer me back young lady!” This was a woman who was not used to being disobeyed. “This is my house and I won’t have it being used like a brothel! Now go to your room as I ordered!”
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār looked at me, her cheeks bright red with anger, surprise and shame.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and with that she got up and ran from the room, hands still covering her Musalmān modesty.
I then stood up, heart pounding in my chest from the sex and the disturbance, my hands still not covering my still not deflating Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Please forgive me Madam,” I smiled admiringly. “I suppose I ought to be going too.”
I was half expecting the formidable woman in front of me to whip out a kitchen knife from beneath that dressing gown and set about my manhood with it.
“You stay right where you are, young man.” The authority she projected was mesmerising: I felt compelled to oblige her. “You have some questions to answer before you’re going anywhere.”
She walked up to me with one finger poked me in the chest.
I sat down on the sofa.
She towered above me, her red hair seeming almost aflame.
She had her hands crossed beneath her breasts which had the effect of lifting them and revealing a most impressive cleavage.
It was clear to see where Al Fātimah Al Vaqār had inherited her beauty from, although she was a nymph and her Ammī was 100% Amazon.
“So,” she barked, “you think you can go around shagging innocent Musalmān girls with impunity, do you?”
“I’m sorry,” I smiled gravely, “I didn’t realise we were doing anything wrong.”
“When it’s my daughter and in my house, then it most certainly is,” she retorted. “Now: uncover your Uncut Hindu Lund. I need to see if you might have damaged her.”
“Madam!”, I smiled, “I assure you no damage was done!”
Her voice became more icy: “I’ll be the judge of that. Now show me your Uncut Hindu Lund before I call the police!”
Hollow though her threats certainly were, I could not help but do as she asked.
I was somewhat mischievous too.
As if hypnotised even.
To tell the truth, I was starting to be more than a little turned on by being told what to do by her, despite my nudity.
I lifted my Uncut Hindu Lund, to present it for her inspection.
It was still swollen from its earlier exertions.
She stood for several seconds, staring at my exposed genitals, and then her gaze returned to my face.
“Make yourself hard.” There was steel in her voice.
“I’m not sure if I can,” I answered. “I’m in a bit of a state of caution at the moment.”
“If you don’t, young man, I shall not be answerable for the consequences! Now do as I asked and make yourself hard!”
I wondered how many maids and footmen had trembled in fear at that voice, but I felt a strange compulsion to face the situation.
“Perhaps I could, if I were given some assistance,” I ventured.
“Oh yes,” she glowered, “and what sort of assistance might you be talking about?”
“Well: you have a magnificent figure yourself, madam. Perhaps if you were to reveal some of it to me that would relieve some of the tension that’s stopping me from performing to your required standard.”
I deliberately executed my bravado:
was I really asking the Ammī of the girl I’d been fucking not ten minutes previously to strip in front of me?
“Don’t try to flatter your way out of this situation, my boy. However I do need to make sure that my little girl was not harmed. If this is what is required, then so be it.”
And with that, she undid the belt of her dressing gown and slipped it off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor.
I couldn’t help but think of the similarity between that move and that of her daughter’s earlier, when I removed her dress in the hall, and this alone was enough to start my Uncut Hindu Lund stirring towards tumescence.
What I saw in front of me only served to increase the stirrings.
She was wearing a silk baby-doll negligee, largely sheer but with artful embroidery that covered enough to leave room for the imagination.
Her hourglass figure was stunning, with an athleticism that was clearly the result of hours spent in the gym.
Her breasts, though unsupported, rode high on her chest but appeared to be all her own; the negligee revealed a cavernous cleavage that I was already envisaging slipping my Uncut Hindu Lund between.
“I see this is having the intended effect,” she smiled, looking down at my rapidly growing phallus, “but perhaps we can move things forward yet more quickly.”
She turned round to face away from me, and smiled with a glint in her eye as she looked over her shoulder.
Then she parted her legs a little, leant forward and lifted the bottom of the negligee up to reveal the most incredibly plump and rounded bum cheeks I had ever had the privilege of seeing in my life recently.
My eyes were grave now as I viewed them and the silken sheer knickers that covered them.
The cleft of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks was clearly visible; the gusset of the knickers was opaque and denied me a view of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Despite this, my Hindu manhood was standing to full attention, all eight fat inches of it.
She took one of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks in each hand and began massaging them through her pants, still leaning forward all the while.
As she moved her hands away from each other I swore I was able to see the puckered ring of her anus, but at this point it was difficult to tell if this was dream or reality.
Although I hadn’t touched my Uncut Hindu Lund since she’d asked me to take my hands away from it, it felt like I was about to release my load at any point, and so powerfully that I would have shot myself in the eye.
She stood up again and turned back to face me.
“This is worrying.” she opined. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen an Uncut Hindu Lund this big in the flesh, so to speak. A girl of my daughter’s inexperience could almost certainly be harmed by having it penetrate her.”
I didn’t stop to analyse where this crazy talk was coming from − I was too flattered, for a start.
“You, Sir, should not be having sex with young girls such as my daughter. Only a mature Musalmān woman has the necessary experience and skill to handle a Hindu weapon like the one you wield.”
“I’m not sure…,” I began, but she kneeled in front of me, leant forward and silenced me with a “shhh!” and a finger pressed to my lips.
Leaning back again, my huge, rock-hard Hindu erection was now inches from her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
She looked down at it, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth directly above it, and let a large gobbet of drool fall from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth onto my raging purple Uncut Hindu Lund-head.
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār watched with clear pleasure in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes as the saliva enveloped my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She grasped my Uncut Hindu Lund and massaged the liquid into my shaft and glans.
Without ceremony Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār dived down onto my Uncut Hindu Lund with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, taking it straight to the back of her throat in one easy motion.
I felt her soft spongy breasts squashed against my legs as she raised her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes to look in mine, and I realised that she must be able to taste her daughter on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Was she aware of this, I wondered?
With my full Hindu length still impaling her, Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār took hold of my arms and ushered me to her feet.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue was playing wild tricks inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, seeming to explore every millimetre of my Uncut Hindu Lund from urethra to the base of my balls.
How Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār was able to do this with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth stretched so wide was a mystery to me, and it was no surprise when she eventually came up for air, even if it were only to say,
“Fuck my ardent Musalmān mouth, you Hindu idiot!”
Once more I obliged Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār.
I took hold of her by the hair and proceeded to pound my Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth without regard.
With my each Hindu stroke Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār gagged, and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes were watering, but the way she scratched her nails across the cheeks of my arse made it clear that she was not wanting me to stop.
At that point Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār gave me an experience I had never before had recently:
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār splayed my cheeks with her hand and I felt the touch of her finger at my anus.
The pleasure was almost unbearable and, after the initial precaution, served only to make me pound yet harder upon her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Eventually Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār could take no more and pulled away from my Uncut Hindu Lund, replacing it in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with first one, then the other, and then both of my swollen testicles.
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār sucked on them like they were toffee apples, caressing my buttocks all the while and pausing only to lubricate my Uncut Hindu Lund with her saliva as she wanked it with her spare hand.
By now, my Uncut Hindu Lund was virtually numb from the fucking it had done this evening, and although I was turned on like I had never been before, I was not afraid of coming except when I wanted to.
I felt like a veritable sex god.
“Did my daughter suck your Uncut Hindu Lund as well as me?” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār asked.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, this is one sexy woman!” I thought. “A gentleman doesn’t make such judgements,” I responded to her. “Let’s just say no-one could do it better.”
“Very well,” she went on. “How do her tits compare to mine?”
With that, she removed her hands from me, and slipped off the shoulder straps of her negligee, revealing the most magnificent pair of breasts.
They were large − probably a 36DD − but with no sign of sagginess.
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār squeezed them together to accentuate the cleavage yet further, and then lifted one up to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth in order to tongue the nipple.
As she released the breast, I took them both in my hands and felt their heft.
“They are amazing, perfect even,” I told her, and I wasn’t lying. “May I fuck them?”
Once more Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār drooled on my Uncut Hindu Lund, leaving a string of saliva between it and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, which only broke as she then lubricated her own cleavage with her saliva, leaving her tits wet and sticky.
She rubbed the saliva into them, took hold of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and introduced its tip to her nipples, each in turn.
Pre-cum left each nipple glossy as the rubbing made them erect.
Then, still on her knees in front of me, Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār put my Uncut Hindu Lund between her fantastic orbs and squeezed them around it.
I began thrusting up and down between her tits.
At the top of each stroke Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār licked the pre-cum from my Uncut Hindu Lund, occasionally allowing its tip to enter her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
The tantalising warm wetness of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth felt even more erotic than when I was rampantly fucking it, but I wasn’t about to blow my load now, not even as she put her saliva on my Uncut Hindu Lund once more to keep it properly lubricated.
“Now,” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār said, removing my Uncut Hindu Lund from the clutches of her breasts, “I need to be sure whether this Uncut Hindu Lund of yours really is too big for my girl.”
She stood up and slipped the negligee off her body, leaving her standing in just those sheer knickers.
Standing on tip-toe, Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār took hold of the back of my neck, pulled my face towards hers and kissed me passionately.
Our tongues entwined as they explored the inside of each other’s mouths; Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār moaned with pleasure as I squeezed her voluptuous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, having slipped my hands inside her underwear in order to do so.
I massaged those firm and ripe arse cheeks, from time to time touching her between them and naughtily allowing their tips to touch her intimate hole.
With our lips still locked together, I removed her knickers from her hips, allowing them to fall to the floor.
I broke the kiss.
“Let me look at you,” I requested, took a step back and gazed in awe at her sheer mature Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār was athletic yet with a softness that made her body even more sexy than it otherwise would have been.
Her perfectly formed breasts and slightly rounded belly were set above a neatly trimmed bush and I could see that − just like her daughter − the area around her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was completely bare.
Averting her gaze, for a moment Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār seemed almost shy as I took in the wonderful sight, but then she broke that spell.
“If you don’t put your Uncut Hindu Lund in me now I’ll break it off!” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār barked. “Come here!”
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār walked over to the mantelpiece which stood over an impressive vintage fireplace and under a large, ornately framed mirror.
Facing the mirror, she leant forward against the mantelpiece and spread her legs slightly so as to afford me a view of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and ass.
I could see the wetness oozing from between her labia and knew that I should not stand on ceremony.
Grabbing her by the hips I entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, burying myself fully inside her.
A loud moan came from her lips:
“Mmm, that’s really big, Durgesh. Don’t move. Let me feel it.”
I remained still as Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār languidly circled her hips, allowing my Uncut Hindu Lund to penetrate every part of her ardent Musalmān sex.
“Oh yes. I could get used to this,” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār said.
In the mirror I could see that her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes were closed and she had a look of contented pleasure on her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was slightly open and her breathing was short and quick.
I could feel the muscles of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gently pulsing around my Hindu manhood, trying to coax it, as if it were possible, to become even harder than it already was.
I moved my hands round slightly to take her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks in my hands, and spread them apart.
Her pretty rose-bud of an ass became visible and I wondered whether I would be allowed to play with it later.
Her circular hip-grinding, bit-by-bit, turned to a pumping motion, and I responded by thrusting back into her.
Gradually our speed and vigour increased, to the point where nearly my entire Hindu length was moving in and out of her with each stroke.
There was a resounding slap of flesh against flesh and my weighty balls were bouncing against her clit.
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār was moaning so loudly that it was surely impossible that Al Fātimah Al Vaqār couldn’t hear what was going on.
I tried to keep the thoughts of our betrayal from my mind and continued fucking her tight Musalmān hole with all my Hindu strength.
Sweat was pouring from my forehead as she implored,
“Fuck me harder, Durgesh, you Hindu scoundrel! Fuck me harder! Make me come!”
From some hitherto unknown reserve I found the energy to thrust into her even more vigorously, causing her moans to become a whimper.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh God, I’m coming!” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār exclaimed, and as I continued to pound her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot she let out an almighty wail of pleasure: “Oh yes! That’s so fucking good! Allah! God, I love your Uncut Hindu Lund now!”
I stopped my thrusting and just savoured the feel of being inside her wet Musalmān tunnel, as once more Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund with her internal muscles.
Reaching forward, I took her breasts in my hands and massaged them softly, as I tenderly kissed the back of her neck.
Wanton abandon had turned to gentle love-making.
After some minutes Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār reached around and pushed me away from her.
Turning round, she fell to her knees and began licking my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund, which was slick with her Musalmān juices.
“I can taste myself on you,” she said as she looked up at me.
I knew then that she must have been able to taste her daughter’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot when she sucked me earlier.
“I love to taste myself,” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār continued, and to prove it she put her hand between her legs, inserted and withdrew two of her fingers and put them to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth to suck off her nectar.
“Does it turn you on to see me do that?” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār asked, knowing full well what the answer was.
“You need to ask?” I replied.
“Well no,” she answered, “but it’s nice to have confirmation.”
“In that case, yes, it fucking turns me on incredibly!”
“Good. Now prove it by coming for me.”
She took hold of my Uncut Hindu Lund and started to masturbate me energetically.
Although I was still numbed by her vigorous Musalmān pounding my Hindu manhood had taken, I could at last give in to the intense pleasure I was feeling.
As Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār worked me with her hand I could feel my balls tightening as my orgasm neared.
“Come for me,” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār implored. “Come in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.”
Those words were enough to send me over the edge.
Like an unstoppable tidal wave my orgasm hit, exploding from my very core and shooting a hot gush of spunk over her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and into her open mouth.
“Oh Eīshān!” I moaned, as the waves of pleasure washed over me and the stream of jizz sprayed over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue.
An intensity of ecstasy such as I had rarely experienced flooded through my entire body.
My balls were still contracting, pumping a great volume of my Hindu seed into her open Musalmān mouth, so much that it couldn’t be contained and began dribbling out and down her chin.
After what seemed like an eternity, my coming eventually subsided.
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār had not swallowed and I could see that her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was still full of my Hindu cum.
She lifted her heavy breasts with her hands and dribbled my Hindu spunk over them, allowing it to drip both into her cleavage and over her proud nipples.
My mind was swimming with what it had experienced over the last couple of hours and I was virtually silent.
I just stood there watching her massage my Hindu sperm into her voluptuous Musalmān tits, as Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār looked up at me, still with a look of lustful abandon in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes.
After some time she got to her feet.
Then Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me towards her open and willing mouth and kissed me deeply.
I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her breasts into my chest as our tongues mutually explored each other’s mouths.
Suddenly she broke our embrace.
“You have just been fucked by Lady Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār, an experience you will never forget. Now put your clothes on,” she ordered, her dominant tone restored, “you will need to leave.”
“Bloody hell,” I said, “you don’t mess about, do you?”
“No I do not. Now please do as I say.”
I really should have felt insulted by her desire to be rid of me so soon, but in truth her dominance was invigorating, and much as I would have liked to stay, I had to confess that I didn’t really want to have to face Al Fātimah Al Vaqār the next morning.
A feeling of regret came over me at that thought, knowing that we wouldn’t be seeing each other again.
She was an amazing fuck, but more than that she was beautiful both physically and spiritually.
I felt like I’d sacrificed a potential lifetime of happiness for one night of lust − exquisite lust though it was.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār’s Ammī left the room and returned shortly afterwards with the clothes I had earlier abandoned in the hallway.
I proceeded to get dressed.
I stood at the mirror to adjust my tie − although why I felt the need to wear it I don’t know − and to my amazement, I saw Al Fātimah Al Vaqār, standing completely naked at the door, her hand touching her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She lifted her fingers to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and licked her wetness from them, and then gave me a smile both demure and wicked at the same time.
Had she been watching us all this time?
I turned round, but as I did so, she winked at me implying to meet me in my car outside.
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār could not stop her daughter from fucking me, ultimately.
She shut the door and was gone.
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