She was a little worried too.
Soon the shaking and shuddering stopped and the flow of juice reduced to a dripping.
Zubaydah Bābar attempted to stand up but her Musalmān legs were like rubber.
I grasped her under an arm and helped her turn around and sit on the back of the couch.
“How do you feel? Is that what you wanted?” I asked Zubaydah Bābar.
Zubaydah Bābar looked at me, pulled me to her and kissed me.
“That was exactly what I wanted. It was the best orgasm I ever had.”
Nishāt Nazli was still staring at her friend.
“Wow, you really liked that. I mean I really bit down hard. Didn’t it hurt?”
I answered for Zubaydah Bābar.
“Of course it hurt. Zubaydah Bābar likes a little pain with her pleasure. Don’t you, Zubaydah Bābar?”
Zubaydah Bābar nodded her head and a sheepish smile crossed her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face.
“I like it best when it hurts a little. I guess I’m weird.”
“I bet you like to be tied up too, and maybe some spanking or something.”
Now Zubaydah Bābar really started to blush.
“I never tried it, but it sounds like fun.” She admitted.
I helped her stand.
“Come on, Nishāt Nazli; let’s help her to my bed. She’s a little wrung out. Then we can see about her fantasies.”
Nishāt Nazli looked a little fearful.
“You’re not going to hurt me like that. Are you?”
“Not unless you want me to.” I told her as we helped Zubaydah Bābar to the bedroom. “Everybody has fantasies of some sort. Some are more mundane than others are. Some are outright weird and dangerous. Zubaydah Bābar’s are just a little rough. However, she has to be careful whom she acts them out with. The wrong person could really hurt her. She is a masochist. She likes pain. If she were to pair up with a hard-core sadist, he could really hurt her or maybe kill her if he really has a problem. Therefore, Zubaydah Bābar, promise me you won’t go indulging your fantasy with just anyone. Make sure you know them really well and preferably make sure there is a third person involved to put a stop to it if it starts to get out of hand.”
Zubaydah Bābar just nodded.
“I know it’s dangerous and I only let it go like that once before. I … I probably wouldn’t have let it happen today but I trust you. I know that Durgesh wouldn’t hurt me.” Zubaydah Bābar smiled at me.
I smiled back as we lay Zubaydah Bābar on the bed.
I crawled in beside Zubaydah Bābar and kissed her gently on the lips.
Nishāt Nazli sat on the edge of the bed and I looked at her.
“So Nishāt Nazli, what kind of fantasies do you have? What do you dream about that gets you really hot? If I can help, I will. If it’s too far out for me, then maybe we can get close.”
Nishāt Nazli blushed and looked away.
“I’ve already had most of my fantasies, like we did the other day. You know with you and Zubaydah Bābar, a three way. I also … well we’re living one now, all of us running around the house naked and a Hindu mature man chasing us around and screwing us.” Nishāt Nazli giggled.
“Hindu mature man?” Zubaydah Bābar smiled cunningly, “Have you noticed, here in Ved Nagar, it’s quite normal. Isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?” Nishāt Nazli looked at Zubaydah Bābar questioningly.
“Hindus here, are enjoying marital relations and live in relationship with modern young Musalmān Beauties more, than anywhere. Haven’t you noticed it? In a recent survey, here at Ved Nagar, 90% mature Hindus are found having marital relations/live in relationships with the ultramodern PhD Musalmān Beauties aged 28 to 35, while the Hindus are mostly aged 50 and above.”
“Long live Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.” I said curtly.
Nishāt Nazli twisted herself to me.
“You mean Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has done it?”
“What do you think? It’s natural?”
“Why not?” Zubaydah Bābar said, “I asked Nasīm Muåāwiyah why she prefers you. She says she wants a man for her, thoroughly experienced, strong, capable, not a boy that is as inexperienced as she herself is.”
“You are repeating only what the young Musalmān Beauties life partners of 90% mature Hindus of Ved Nagar said in that survey.” I said bitterly.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli both looked at each other and smiled.
“Don’t you agree with them?” Zubaydah Bābar asked me somewhat uncertainly.
“Well, it’s their life and it’s their decision.” I said noncommittally.
“But you don’t appreciate it, do you?”
“I think there’s another view also expressed about it.”
“Of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s, your former live in relationship partner’s?”
“She is still the Attorney General here at Ved Nagar.” I said gravely, “Isn’t she?”
“Sure,” Bābarah Åālamgīr interfered entering there and joining us, “our Mayor is the most lenient man in the history of entire humankind. Everyone advised him to take action against the present Attorney General, Jamīlah Aurangzeb. Yet, he denied all such suggestions.”*
The visit had been quite unexpected.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb had forgotten that she had made the appointment.
She had forgotten to cancel it.
She should have canceled it after she’d promised to have dinner with the Mayor.
Now, Jamīlah Aurangzeb was trying to get it over with as quickly and gracefully as possible.
Yet, Jamīlah Aurangzeb didn’t want to hurt the man sitting opposite her.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was a great man, as far as she knew him.
He was one of the most respected men here at Ved Nagar.
Nafīsah Salmān always tried to disgrace him either this way or that, but Durgesh had suddenly granted the request of Sarvochch Brahmarshi, to make Imām Muħammad Ħasan the executive head of Ashvinātam, the residence of the Mayor of Ved Nagar.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed on it ironically.
“Prakash succeeded ultimately in pleasing his younger most successful Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Bhābhījān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab. Nafīsah Salmān Bhābhījān is not as important for Sarvochch Brahmarshi now, as she was once. I’m surprised at even Durgesh surrendered to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I never imagined it even.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“You must not be as jealous to your own daughter, Ammī, as you are now. Durgesh surrendered to me? Hahaha. Sarvochch Brahmarshi succeeded in pleasing me ultimately? Does he even need it ever?”
At another time, Jamīlah Aurangzeb could have really enjoyed talking with such a man of principles that he even sacrificed his position in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat’s National Council.
They called it that.
In imitation of Ved Nagar’s Council?
But Ved Nagar wasn’t a country.
Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat was.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb couldn’t enjoy however it now.
Not tonight, with the heap of papers on her desk still to be read, with the long tense evening in the Ashvinātam.
Well, she was capable enough not to feel awkward facing her former live in relationship partner.
It would have been normal if only her daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, hadn’t exaggerated it.
She was still making it a great issue.
“It’s normal, Bābarah.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb had tried to explain it to her daughter, “I needed Durgesh once as much as you need him now. You may think it was my obsession to him. You may think I needed extraordinary sex then. Now you are yourself an adult. You can understand it now thoroughly. Why the hell are you exaggerating it?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was furious.
“I am exaggerating it?”
“Certainly not. Durgesh is exaggerating it.”
“That you are his stepdaughter?” Jamīlah Aurangzeb smiled ironically.
“Am not I?”
“Certainly not. A stepdaughter relationship is a marital relationship, not a relationship that comes out of a live in relationship.”
“I agree with you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled, “live in relationship doesn’t generate any marital relationship because live in relationship itself isn’t a marital relationship. You and Durgesh were never married. So, there isn’t any harm if I replace you myself as Durgesh’s new live in relationship partner.”
“That’s right. That’s the legal status of this relationship here in Ved Nagar.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb said.
Bābarah Åālamgīr beamed at her Ammī.
“That’s the legal opinion of the Attorney General of India?”
“Attorney General of Ved Nagar.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb smiled at her daughter, “Ved Nagar legally now somewhat enjoys the special status like Jammu and Kashmir. It has its own Attorney General. Ved Nagar is too advanced in technology that the rest of India can’t maintain same legal system. The Government of India has to allow Ved Nagar to have its own legal system and its own Attorney General, as Ved Nagar refused to separate itself from India.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“Ved Nagar hates separation ab initio. It wants to bring the entire infinite creations, instead, under one Federal Government with utmost possible autonomy to every member state.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
“What do you think of your husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, Attorney General of Ved Nagar?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked Jamīlah Aurangzeb casually.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan, scrutinizing him now.
What was he after, actually?
She smiled, casually herself.
“What do I think of my husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr?”
“Sure, that was my question.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb immediately thought of the physical Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.
No doubt, her husband was very impressive among Musalmīn with his bearded face.
Even the persons, who did not hate terrorist Musalmīn to the extent Dr. Ali Sina, his co-authors and his followers did, respected Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr very much.
Yet, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, knew very well, what her husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was actually.
She smiled ironically.
Perhaps, Imām Muħammad Ħasan was right.
Her husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was perhaps fooling even Durgesh successfully.
Was it her own mistake?
She shouldn’t have asked him for divorce.*
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was a blustering, loud mouthed, braying, harsh, and almost as tall as Durgesh, with a rasping, rough, voice.
His eyes were small squinting, and gimlet in a small round head set atop a short thick neck on a brawny, strong, expanse of chest.
It was however, his exterior.
It wasn’t as important as his interior was in her opinion.
Should she confirm Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s doubts about her husband?
“Frankly,” Jamīlah Aurangzeb said, “I think Durgesh and you both know about my husband even more than me. Durgesh respects you more and his faith in you is stronger than even Durgesh’s faith in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“That’s right. Yet you are his wife.”
“So what? Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr isn’t one of the persons who have more faith in his wife/wives than in the persons more reliable to him.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan kept smiling.
“How many wives he has?”
“Three more I think, according to Muslim Personal Law.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
“Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr obeys Muslim Personal Law?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan prudently.
“He has to, if he wants to keep Muslim opinion with him.”
“It isn’t any Islamic country.”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb retorted.
“Ved Nagar is worse in some matters.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t believe Jamīlah Aurangzeb.
“Ved Nagar is worse in some matters?”
“Sure, why are you so surprised?”
“They say Ved Nagar is the best place to live at, for Musalmān Beauties.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
“They are right. Yet, even the best place to live at, for us Musalmān Beauties, is being hounded by the shrewdest Pseudo Musalmīn now.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb retorted once more.
“You mean you Musalmān Beauties aren’t safe from Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists even here at Ved Nagar?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
“Ved Nagar has an utmost dangerous policy.”
“And what’s that, if I may ask the Attorney General of Ved Nagar?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb again watched him scrutinizing.
“Ved Nagar believes in ‘Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt’ and ‘Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat’.”
“And it’s dangerous?”
“Sure it is.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, said academically, “Ved Nagar is an ideal state established by Durgesh, Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh and other Vedic Monotheist Hindus…”
“I don’t think so.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, looked at him quite surprised.
“You don’t think so?”
“No. For your kind information, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, the Musalmān Beauties having marital/Sexual/Love/live in relationships with the Hindus are more in numbers than Hindus even that established Ved Nagar. Moreover, I am also one of the persons that are responsible for establishment of Ved Nagar.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb was dumbfounded.
She watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan incredulously.
“Youuuuuuuuuuuuuu? You are one of the persons that found Ved Nagar?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched Jamīlah Aurangzeb shrewdly.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“I thought you are a communal Musalmān.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“If you are a communal Musalmān, why the hell you were one of the persons that found Ved Nagar?”
“Either you aren’t a communal Musalmān or you aren’t one of the persons that found Ved Nagar.”*
I looked at the pile of paperwork on my desk and rubbed at my eyes.
It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week.
It had begun with my friend Aħmad Åbdullāh’s death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.
In a couple of days Aħmad Åbdullāh’s children would arrive on the Island, having just found out that they were triplets given up for adoption, and they’d be meeting here for the very first time.
On top of that, I had a burial to organise for Aħmad Åbdullāh on the Island.
Add in organising supplies and planning for every contingency, and it was no wonder I felt exhausted somewhat.
It was two in the morning and high time I had some stress relief.
I got up from my desk and moved to the door of my office, part of my home on the Island upstairs from the clinic, and headed for the exit, moving quietly down the stairs, as was my habit.
Once outside, I smiled.
I’d always loved the cool breeze that caressed the Island through the night.
I turned left and took the path down to the beach, taking a right between two large bushes on the narrow path the kitchen staff used to bring supplies into the kitchens.
A couple of turns and I was moving around the edge of the building where the Island’s food was prepared and stored, unstaffed at this time of night.
I knew if anyone spotted me s/he’d just assume I was going for my habitual late night snack, but I knew different.
I bypassed the main doors to the kitchen and entered the small courtyard that served the dual purpose of somewhere to store the trash and somewhere the chefs and porters could sneak out to for a smoke.
Casually I glanced around.
Seeing no one, I slipped over to the backdoor of the pastry kitchen and entered a code in the keypad, a different code from the one normally used to open the door.
A quiet bump sounded next to one of the bins and I moved to the corner, reached down and pulled the handle that was now protruding from the flagstoned yard.
A small hatch appeared with a ladder heading down, barely visible in the moonlight.
I quickly slid myself into the narrow passage and closed the hidden hatch above me, seeing the dim lights illuminating the twenty-three rungs below me.
Reaching the bottom, I turned around and punched another code into the wall and the small box beside it opened.
I pressed my hand to the small screen inside the box and the door, beside me, swung open.
I smiled in anticipation.
I had a lot of catching up to do.
I entered the saferoom, or as I thought of it, the ‘Bunker’ where I could retreat to if the Island was ever attacked.
I ignored the open plan living area and kitchen and moved straight to the door on my left, a control room where I could make contact with the outside world if need be, but my focus wasn’t on the emergency facilities.
I moved straight to the console housing the covert CCTV system that Aħmad Åbdullāh had painstakingly built in secret over the last fifteen years.
My friend’s words came back to me, as they always did when he looked at the setup.
“There’s no point in being trapped in here. Much better to see what’s going on outside. Then you retain an advantage the other side doesn’t even know about. Information is power.”
I smiled and moved to the large leather desk chair facing the bank of fifteen screens.
Three large screens, a dozen smaller, all assigned letters from A to O.
The one hundred and thirty eight cameras hidden around the Island were numbered, making the system incredibly simple to operate.
Simply type in the letter for the screen, then the camera number, hit enter and that’s what you saw.
The whole system was set up on a motion-activation principle, immediately discarding data that had nothing happening and that suited my purposes perfectly.
I settled my fingers on the keyboard, typed A68 and hit Enter.
The first of the three large screens flickered into view, a camera situated in the bedroom of Aħmad Åbdullāh’s favourite PA, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
She was one of my favourites too, a hot, toned Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān blonde with a bundle of intelligence and determination.
It wasn’t her intellect that interested me at present though, as I watched the live feed from her vacant bedroom.
My memory provided me hundreds of images of her sleeping in that very bed.
I felt the familiar stirring in my Hindu groin and smiled.
Time to move the recording back.
My fingers found the small dial next to the keyboard, punched in the camera number and then rotated it back.
The simple system allowed me to review all recorded footage from that particular camera and I was viewing it in reverse.
A couple of chambermaids darted around briefly at high speed, and then the footage caught up to Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad undressing, and then sleeping.
The footage continued in reverse at high speed, skipping past hours of her lying still.
She’d been asleep for five hours or so when I saw her leap out of bed, naked, and grab a towel, then disappearing backwards into the bathroom.
I reset the dial, my left hand coming to rest on my belt, and as the footage began to play on the screen, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan unfastened my belt and trousers.
She had joined me in the meantime.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad appeared from the bathroom, her skin flushed from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy white towel.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled down my fly and slid her hand in my trousers.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened her towel.
I saw her side on as she lifted the towel, her body taught and firm, her breasts pert and round.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slipped her hand around my Uncut Hindu Cock, slowly stroking me as I watched Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad dry herself.
She moved too quickly for me though, drying herself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to go to sleep.
I frowned and punched in B69, bringing up the footage from the en-suite bathroom in Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s room.
I punched 69 in next to the dial and rolled it back, seeing her in a high-speed blur in the shower, moving it back to play as soon as the maid appeared who’d cleaned the bathroom earlier.
While Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stroked me in anticipation, the maid finished her work, the lighting changed and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad appeared.
Dressed only in a black thong, she walked up to the sink, her gorgeous Musalmān breasts on display.
she brushed her teeth.
I zoomed the camera in on her ever-erect Musalmān breasts.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock as I watched them jiggle back and forth with every motion of her arm.
“Come on, you hot Musalmān Sex goddess,” I muttered. “Get in the damn shower.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock eloquently.
The teeth brushing continued for another minute.
Then Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad disappeared off screen.
I zoomed the view back out, seeing her step into the shower cubicle.
The water began immediately and I slowed the footage down as she stepped out the cubicle to remove her thong.
In slow motion, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad inserted her thumbs in her waistband and bent over, sliding the black material down her hips, thighs and finally to the floor, and with a casual flick of her foot, the thong ended up back in the bedroom.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s grip tightened on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad always did this before she went in the shower.
I zoomed in a little closer.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stood up straight and stretched, her arms rising high above her head, her ever-erect Musalmān breasts jutting out.
I groaned, squeezing my lips in anticipation of what came next.
Her right hand slid down over her taught, flat stomach, sliding down over her shaved skin until her middle finger made contact with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clitoris.
“Go on, you fucking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī hot Musalmān Sex goddess,” I muttered as I watched.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed and took my Uncut Hindu Penis into her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī mouth.
She started to suck me devotedly.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s middle finger rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit up and down a couple of times, then in slow-motion, she moved it down her slit, rubbed up and down once, then plunged her middle finger deep inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Fuck that extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ever hottest sex goddess,” I growled.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whispered,
“Fuck me, imagine you are fucking the bitch Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, instead of me.”
“Why the imagination? You are far more beautiful than Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.”
“Thank you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan put her palm on my chest and pushed me back gently.
I lay on my back now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan immediately straddled on my standing perpendicular Uncut Hindu Cock.
It disappeared into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young Cunt, gradually, entirely ultimately.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“Happy, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”
“Sure, my dear ever young Musalmān lady.” I myself returned her wink lewdly, “What the hell more my Uncut Hindu Cock demands after all?”
“A Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt around it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed suggestively.
I pulled her on me and kissed vehemently.
We both were nude now entirely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a nudist feminist.
To meet her on her own ground, I had to be myself a nudist manist, nothing less.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted wildest animal sex.
She was a strict One Man Woman.
It was natural that I had to provide her the wildest animal sex she loved very much.
Well, contrary to the general outlook, I never thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was wrong in her desire however.
Her body needed it.
She was rightfully getting it from me.
It was her fundamental woman right on her man.
It was her fundamental human right on her man.
There wasn’t anything wrong in it.
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Al Muħammad Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Listen attentively, please. I’m right in the middle of a delicate matter. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd is my half-brother.”
“As Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is?” I asked.
“Sure. I’m running away to save my business, my legal competence, my life even from my ever-greedy relatives. They have successfully established until now that my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, has murdered my son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, masquerading as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās. Muħammad bin Qāsim has also run away as I have, but they have successfully produced our dead bodies.”
“Chachājān, are you sure Muħammad bin Qāsim Bhāī is alive?” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās asked Al Muħammad Al Qāsim gravely.
“How the hell can be I? Durgesh is my lawyer, my savior, my son in law, everything. He has to find out for me whether my son Muħammad bin Qāsim is still alive or they have already killed him successfully.”
“I don’t think they would be such damn fools.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is Durgesh’s sālā, brother in law. They won’t kill him ever as killing a sālā, a brother in law, of Durgesh would turn Durgesh into their irrevocable executioner.”
“What about my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“She is my live in relationship partner now.” I said, “None can prove Al Kubrah Al Qāsim has really murdered her younger brother. They can’t prove the dead bodies they have found are really of you both. It’s not easy for them to prove corpus delicti even. How the hell can then they prosecute my wife Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“Thank you, my son. Thank you very much.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wiped his tear-filled eyes with a handkerchief, “I thought they are continuously succeeding despite your open interest in protecting my family and me. Muħammad bin Qāsim and me, both of us, had to run away and had to resort to go under cover. Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is a fugitive from justice. Even I am not safe here too. They have murdered someone downstairs…”
“Why?” I asked patiently, fucking Al Nādirah Al Åbbās wildly.
“What do you mean ‘why’?” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim shouted, “Isn’t that obvious?”
“Are you teasing me, Durgesh, my son?”
“Never. The opposite sex is still available to me. Why the hell would I tease you then?”
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās laughed.
Al Zāhid was also trying to hide his smile.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim subsided.
“You are a hell of a son in law.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim tried to suppress his own smile too. “It’s dangerous that a murder is right there downstairs. The more of a mystery they make of it, the longer the thing drags out the more notoriety I may get. I can’t afford it at all.”*
When we got home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās showed me how much she appreciated my help.
As soon as we got to the living room, she had her hands on the waistband of my shorts and began to tug them down.
As they hit my knees and exposed my Uncut Hindu Cock, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās engulfed me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and swallowed me deeply.
I could feel her Musalmān throat muscles working the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund as Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās deep throated me and then as she pulled me out, licked the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock, and sucked me until I shot my load of Hindu sperm into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās rolled it around in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, savoring the flavor for a bit before swallowing it.
“You know I never liked the taste of cum until I met you. Now I can’t get enough. If I didn’t like to feel it shooting in inside me I’d have you shoot in my mouth all the time. Now come on, let’s go to the bedroom so you can use that thing where it is intended to be used. I didn’t get any this morning because I got up too early.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās led me to the bedroom where she brought me back to hardness with her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth before she crawled on top of me and rode me to her own orgasm.
Then we both fell asleep for an early afternoon nap.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr left early the next morning to pick up their things and move them in to my house.
That left Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar alone with me for two days.
As we stood on the street and waved goodbye, Nishāt Nazli looked at me,
“So are you going to take care of us now or later?” She asked.
“Anytime you want.” I winked at her.
“I don’t know after the last time I was sore the rest of the day, but I will admit that met was worth it.” Zubaydah Bābar grinned.
I reached out, placed a hand on the back of each Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, and began to steer them to the house.
I continued to laugh and joke with them as I did.
I also had placed my hand on the ties of their Thong tops and as I walked with them, I grasped the end of each of the knots on their tops and suddenly pulled.
It worked perfectly my tug on the strings had untied the knots and a second pull had removed the tops from them.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stopped in surprise and stood in the middle of the street with their Musalmān tits hanging out, staring in surprise at me.
As they stared at me, I reached out as if to grab their bottoms.
Both realized they were topless in the middle of the street, and about to be bottomless also, at the same instant.
They squealed and ran for the house.
I chuckled and strolled in behind them twirling their tops as I walked.
As I mounted the stairs, I saw both Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli standing inside the house waiting for me, a cross between fury and mirth on their faces.
They saw the humor in the situation and it overshadowed the anger they normally would have shown.
As I walked through the door, they both were laughing already.
“You got us that time. Lucky it wasn’t later in the day when people would have been around.” Zubaydah Bābar admonished me with a laugh.
I just grinned,
“Well, I figured we could get started right away.” I said as I advanced toward them.
Nishāt Nazli started to back up but Zubaydah Bābar stood her ground and as I reached her, I lay a hand on her breast and began gently to rub it.
Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and sighed.
“OK you caught me now you can have your way with me.” As she spoke, Zubaydah Bābar started to pull the bottom of her thong off.
It hit the floor.
Zubaydah Bābar turned around and bent herself over the couch, exposing her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to me.
I wasted no time.
I dropped my shorts and stepped behind her.
Standing there with my Uncut Hindu Cock exposed I began to rub it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips.
Zubaydah Bābar was wet and ready.
“Zubaydah Bābar, is your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot ever not wet?” I asked as I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide around the outer lips and then up over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass then back to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s wet whenever I’m around that Uncut Hindu Lund of yours.” Zubaydah Bābar winked at me impishly.
I chuckled and then in a single thrust speared her with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I let it sit for a minute and then began slowly to pump on her, letting my hard Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out of her sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Zubaydah Bābar groaned in appreciation of the Hindu monster that was working her.
Zubaydah Bābar moved over to the couch and kneeled on it in front of Nishāt Nazli as I fucked her and offered Nishāt Nazli her massive Musalmān tits.
Nishāt Nazli began to suck her friend’s Musalmān tits as she was being fucked from behind.
As Nishāt Nazli sucked and licked, her nipples Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and savored the attention.
“Durgesh, Zubaydah Bābar likes it really hard and fast. She likes to be fucked like she’s getting raped.” Nishāt Nazli told me.
I looked at Zubaydah Bābar and not knowing if Nishāt Nazli was putting me on or not, decided to take a chance.
I slowly pulled myself out of Zubaydah Bābar until my Uncut Hindu Cock was just resting at the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and paused.
Then I rammed forward as hard as I could and pulled back and repeated the stroke.
Zubaydah Bābar grunted hard with each Hindu slam her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot got.
She released Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit from her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and looked back over her shoulder.
“Yeah. Bravo. Wallah, that’s how I like it, slam me, hurt me. Uhhhh… Give me some pain to go with it. FUCK ME, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zubaydah Bābar managed to get out between my Hindu thrusts.
I kept up the violent pounding.
“So you like it rough!” I said then I drew my hand back from her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hip and smacked her hard across her ass.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and I did it again.
All the while plowing my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and banging away.
I smacked her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass again and again then reached down and grabbed some of the tender flesh at her inner thigh, near her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and pinched and twisted.
It sent a wave of pain through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and into her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body and I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamp onto my Uncut Hindu Cock and cum on me.
“So bitch, you like it hurt do you.” I started banging even harder on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and Zubaydah Bābar started to cum again.
Now as I fucked Zubaydah Bābar I reached around, grabbed her nipple, and twisted it. “Like that do you?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. Fuck me hard. Hurt me, you old Hindu scoundrel, rape me.” Zubaydah Bābar screamed.
“Nishāt Nazli,” I commanded, “Get underneath this young Musalmān bitch and bite her Musalmān tit.”
Nishāt Nazli looked at me and hesitated.
“Do it.” I demanded.
Nishāt Nazli slid beneath her friend, took her nipple in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, and bit down, a love bite.
“Harder!” Zubaydah Bābar screamed as she grabbed a handful of Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit.
Nishāt Nazli hesitated and then bit down hard on her friend’s Musalmān tit.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and began to cum in a flood, her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body shook and shuddered as though she passed into a fit.
Nishāt Nazli slid out from under her friend and moved around behind her.
I had pulled out of her as she lost control and watched.
Nishāt Nazli could not believe the way the cum was running out of her friend, she stared in awe.*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had certainly acted against her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim, before Muħammad bin Qāsim disappeared.
It was even before she met me as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s friend, not Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s.
It was the meeting when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim decided to fuck me managing her car’s distributor incidence.
She had to.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was with her when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim entered my private office.
He was trailing along behind Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
It was more than obvious that Muħammad bin Qāsim was being led, instead coming there voluntarily.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s attitude was one of elder sisterly indignation.
“Durgesh, I know your beloved, my younger sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, isn’t with us. Yet, I can’t tell it to Al Zakāt Al Qāsim. It’s a delicate matter about our younger brother.”
I looked at Muħammad bin Qāsim’s sullen, hostile, features.
“Just a minute,” I warned Al Kubrah Al Qāsim gravely, “I already have a client in this case. Legally I am disqualified to represent you as your lawyer without my client’s express permission. Please don’t tell me anything in confidence. I may not be legally free to help you.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim produced an envelope that had a hand written address on it.
I scrutinized it carefully.
The address on the sealed envelope was mine and I was sure it was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting.
I opened the envelope myself.
It contained a letter in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting that he had retained me as the family lawyer. I had to represent every family member. If I was not qualified legally to represent some family member, I can engage any advocate to assist me in the court.
A check for Ten million dollars was already given to me.
I smiled at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Alright, in the light of this express authority letter I can represent you too and anything you say to me is now privileged communication. You may shoot now.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me equally gravely now.
“You are my younger sister’s, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s, live in relationship partner. You are yourself a family member. This thing has been preying on my mind ever since I heard what Muħammad bin Qāsim said to the police. I thought at first, my duty was to back up my younger brother in a chivalrous, in a loyal and gallant attempt. In my opinion, Muħammad bin Qāsim was protecting a young woman’s good name. Then, when I began to think of how serious it might be…”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim paused, watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scrutinizing him judiciously, and continued,
“Because−well, because perhaps that murder is linked with it. I can’t keep quiet any longer.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled good-naturedly.
“What’s eating you? What’s got into you, Bājī?”*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t hesitate even a bit.
“You may think, Muħammad bin Qāsim, that your elder sister is throwing you to the wolves, but…”
“Never,” Muħammad bin Qāsim said gravely, “you just go ahead and tell Jījū what’s eating you. And don’t worry about me. Your younger brother is a big boy now, Bājī. I can take care of not only myself but yours too as well.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim kept looking anxiously at me.
“Don’t you think I’m doing the right thing, Durgesh?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Oh, go ahead and spill out to him whatsoever you want to. Let it be out of your system now. However, it doesn’t make any difference to me. I want everyone to understand it definitely and finally.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Durgesh, I don’t think he is telling the truth. Would you mind to explain to my foolish younger brother the importance of telling the truth in legal matter, especially when there’s a murder is involved?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled ironically.
“Have you been taking liberties with the truth, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked, “Perhaps just fudging the least little bit.”
“Certainly not, Jījū. I’m not a damn fool enough to do that.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, I know that you have.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim contradicted him, “I tell you I heard that shot and got up. I looked in your room. You weren’t in your bed. You hadn’t been in your room.”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t speak even a single word.
Both Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his most dearest daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, were his most loyal followers.
Yet, there was a difference too in their following of Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was one of those rare Musalmān Beauties who still followed Imām Muħammad Ħasan, not Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, even while the tremendous success of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in Saůūdī Årab, now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat and in countless Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had claimed that even Al Jannat had Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in majority.
Even Ħuzūrs were actually a Hindu, not a Musalmān.
The Musalmīn means only the persons who are devoted and dedicated to establish peace everywhere even at the cost of self-sacrifice.
That’s what Al Shahādat fil Islam does mean, not for spreading any kind of imperialism whether Årab Imperialism whether Iranian or some other whatsoever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had further claimed that before 1857, there was Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere in majority.
The Pseudo Ummat-e-Muslimah has always been brought to minority, if not abolished.
That’s why there was such a perfect Hindu Muslim Unity before 1857.
The True Musalmīn never resorted to the communal interpretations of Al Qur’an Al Kareem, Al Aħādīs Al Muqaddasāt and Al Tārīkħ Al Islam.
They never interpreted ‘Wa lā tunkiħū al musharikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And don’t marry polytheistic men to your women until they bring Īmān.’
−Al Qur’an Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah| 221,
−as ‘don’t marry Vedic Monotheist Hindus even.
To them, it was a månvī taħrīf, a distortion in meaning of Al Qur’an Al Kareem and deniable consequently, accordingly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had even offered Imām Muħammad Ħasan that she could manage his own mårāj, as Allah Rabbil Åālmīn Subħān wa tålā had arranged for Ħuzūrs.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could himself go in the past and watch himself the majority of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere with his own eyes.
He wanted to have both Al Kubrah Al Qāsim and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim with him in his time travel proposed thus, by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
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Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was as grateful to me as he could never be to anyone else.
None could believe it was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
He pleaded with Durgesh to protect him from his ever-greedy relatives or whoever the persons trying to prove him incompetent legally.
They could even murder him if they couldn’t prove him incompetent.
They had successfully staged the murder of Muħammad bin Qāsim framing his own most efficient daughter Al Kubrah Al Qāsim masquerading as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
And now they were spreading the rumors that Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand is the brain behind this conspiracy with Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā masterminding it all.
If Durgesh were not safeguarding Al Muħammad Al Qāsim it wasn’t any surprise Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would have been dead by now.*
And they say Durgesh is anti Muslim, Durgesh is communal.
They say Durgesh helps Musalmīn only when the Musalmīn let Durgesh fuck their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies.
Well, if even it is so, isn’t Durgesh better than his Musalmān sons in law and his ever greedy Musalmān relatives?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would never let Durgesh down.
Durgesh hasn’t let him down even for his ever-cunning Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
They say Durgesh helps only the Musalmān damsels in distress so that he can fuck them to satisfy his ever unquenchable infinite communal sexual Hindu lust for them.
Then why the hell Durgesh is helping Al Muħammad Al Qāsim against his ever cunning Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?
Isn’t Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, incredibly beautiful?
Isn’t she fucking Durgesh herself?
But isn’t Durgesh playing game with Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, too to safeguard Al Muħammad Al Qāsim?
Damn the anti Durgesh ever communal Pseudo Musalmīn.
Another Årab Sheikħ came hurrying from the room behind the curtained doorway.
“Welcome to the savior, welcome to the ever greatest son in law of the Al Qāsim Al Åbbās families.”
The Årab Sheikħ came forward, smiling respectfully.
Powerful shoulders pushed out a short, muscular arm.
Thick strong fingers grasped my hand.
“I’m Zāhid, Al Zāhid Al Saåīd.”
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim actually, lowered the lids of his eyes.
His skin was so transparent and wax like at the moment that he seemed almost as a corpse.
Then his eyes slowly opened.
The look of intense concentration had departed.
There was a smile on his lips now.
Moreover, in his eyes, there was a kindly twinkle.
“Forgive me, Durgesh my son, I need a good lawyer. I wanted to see if you really measured up.”
“Well,” I smiled, “Didn’t Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, your own daughter, told you about me?”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched my strong Uncut Hindu Lund coming out until head from Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and vanishing into the same again up to my balls.
“Well,” he smiled, “her need is different and my need is different.”*
I immediately saw what Bābarah Åālamgīr had been talking about.
She was all bubbly and energetic.
As she sat there and reviewed her plans with us, we smiled at each other.
“I figured if we leave around 7 AM tomorrow we will get to my place around noon or so. Then we can load everything up, and be gone, in an hour or so. Maybe more, so I can spend some time with my Ammī. However, I definitely want to be gone before Durgesh gets home. It won’t take long to load because all my stuff is still in the boxes from the dorm and in another 15 minutes or so, I’ll grab the few things left in my room. That will put us at your place in the late afternoon and we can either load up or wait and spend the night or if you want, we can get a motel room. Then come back the next day and be here for supper or maybe a little later.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās gushed out non-stop.
“So why are you so upbeat and happy today, you’re acting like you won the lottery?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at her, then at me.
She smiled demurely and looked down before she said,
“Well, I spent last night with a really wonderful man and I saw parts of him I’ve never seen before. And it made me feel really special. Besides that, I realized how much Durgesh loves Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, and that not everyone is as distant and uncaring as my father is or as cold as my stepfather. I realized what a parent is supposed to be like and I am so happy to share some time with him. It is sickening isn’t it?” She giggled out the last statement.
I was a little cautious at her references to me.
I never did take praise well.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just looked at her friend.
She realized that whatever happened last night, her Hindu Stepfather must have opened up a little at least.
And where Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās had been a little hesitant before, she was now fully fledged in love with me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled and felt genuine warmth radiating from her friend and happiness.
Bābarah Åālamgīr felt happy for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, as well as happy for me.
She decided that I was probably falling for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, but in my own way.
Slowly and carefully, like a man driving down a hill riding the brakes all the way.
I would get there, but in my own good time.
Bābarah Åālamgīr decided that I was cautious enough so she changed the subject
“How are we going to get your car down here?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“That piece of junk probably wouldn’t survive the trip. I called my uncle and he’s giving me $500 for it so I can fix it for my cousin. Between that and the money, we got playing golf I have enough for a down payment. That’s the other surprise I bought a car this morning the guy who rents the trucks sells cars and I got a good deal.”
Now I stopped and suspicion and alarm in my voice I asked.
“Where did you buy this car?”
She looked at me, startled.
“At the lot down on the strip, Bayside Auto, Why, is everything Ok.”
“I don’t know. Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās I don’t want to stick my nose in your business. After all it is your money, but since you bought it from me it might be wise if I took a look at it.” I offered.
“Durgesh, isn’t that where you got my car?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“Yes it is. I only deal with him because I own the land my lot sits on and I lease it to him. He’s afraid if I jerk him around, I’ll close him down because he’s always behind in the rent. So if it’s Ok with you Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, we can take a ride down and talk to him.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās seemed a little crestfallen.
“Ok, I was going to talk to you first anyway but he made it sound like such a good deal and I had somebody coming to look at it this afternoon. I didn’t want to lose it and now I screwed up.”
“You may not have screwed up. Besides, if you did you are in good company because everybody that lives here has bought a car from him at one time or another and most regretted it. Therefore, you may have lots of company. Or maybe you got a good one like I did for Bābarah Åālamgīr.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and I got into my car and headed down to the used car lot.
“No matter what happens or what I say just don’t protest. We will work him a bit.” I admonished her on the drive down.
We parked the car, got out, and we immediately met a sales representative.
“Just tell Āftāb Aħmad that I am here.” I ordered.
“Well, Āftāb Aħmad’s a little busy right now. How can I help you?”
“You can help by doing what you’re told. Go tell Āftāb Aħmad that I am here and he will be pissed if he’s not out here in 30 seconds flat.”
The guy gave me a look that said I stepped in something bad and sauntered off to the office.
We could see someone peeking out through the blinds of the office and shortly Āftāb Aħmad came out of the building.
“Is that the guy you dealt with?” I asked Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
“That’s him.” She answered.
“Ok just smile and act excited.” I told her.
“Hey Durgesh, how’s it going? Is this little lady a friend of yours?”
“Yep she is. I just figured we could take a look at what she bought.”
“Well, I wish I had known that before I could have worked her a good deal on something better. I could cut a deal on that one over their or the blue one too.”
“Well Nasīm Muåāwiyah, you go look at the cars and tell Āftāb Aħmad which ones you really like and let’s see if I can make you happy today.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at the two men and then at the cars.
“Well I can’t afford much.”
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah, Āftāb Aħmad has a big markup on some of these. He can move a lot and on others, he can’t. Therefore, that’s why I said to pick a couple of them out and we’ll go over it. He’s going to do you a good deal because he’s a friend of mine. Right, Āftāb Aħmad?”
“That’s right. Let Little lady pick some car out and we’ll talk about it. But now that I know you’re a friend of Durgesh. I’m not going to let you have the one we talked about earlier. It’s not good enough for you.”
So reluctantly, Nasīm Muåāwiyah wandered off to look at the cars.
As she left, I turned to Āftāb Aħmad.
“Āftāb Aħmad, you owe me 6 months back rent so whatever she wants she is going to get and without her knowing that any of it is coming out of my pocket. I’m not going to gouge you but I want her happy! Understand.”
“Ah Durgesh, things have been slow. I’ll get the money to ‘ya like always.”
“I know you will and I’m going to get at least some of it today. And when I said Understand” that was not a question that was a statement. I never bust your balls about the rent. Now I’m getting a favor in return or I can let Firdaus send the sheriff down and padlock everything like she’s always bitching at me to do. You know I let her handle the rental properties and you know what a bitch she can be. So decide me or her.”
Āftāb Aħmad licked his lips and without further hesitation,
“Whatever I can do for you Durgesh, it’s yours. I know you work with her and I ain’t stupid enough to want to deal with Firdaus. I hate to complain but I really would like to rework the lease.”
“Cut her a good deal and if she doesn’t have any trouble with it, we will see in October. Fair enough?”
“Yep. But they are used cars, Durgesh.”
“Have I ever been unreasonable Āftāb Aħmad ?”
About then Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās walked up.
“Ok I like the black one over there and the blue one over there and I really like the red one but I know it’s more than I can afford.”
“Well, little lady, let’s go into the office and see what we can do. But I would rather not sell you the black one. It may have a tiny problem with the transmission.” And he turned and started for the office.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at me.
“Did he just tell us the black one is a piece of junk?” she asked.
“Yeah, pretty much. He also told us the one you bought is junk. If it wasn’t he just would have wanted to cut the price for you rather than let me skim the cream off my lot.” I answered.
“I think I’m glad you made me come back here.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās said with relief in her voice.
We sat in the office and started to talk.
Āftāb Aħmad kept trying to push the blue car and the price he offered was attractive.
But I pointed out that she really like the red one.
“Well Durgesh, I got a lot into that car. it’s a little pricey. I paid almost $7500 for it and Nasīm Muåāwiyah said she doesn’t want to spend more than $5000.”
I looked at Āftāb Aħmad,
“I know where you got that car. You bought it from the Simmons kid before he shipped out overseas and you gave him $5000. Therefore, there is no reason in the world that, as a friend of mine, you can’t sell it to Nasīm Muåāwiyah here for $5500. You’re still making $500 off it. Yeah I know that you can probably get $9000 for it but what are friends for anyway.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās listened and then interrupted.
“Durgesh, I really did not want to spend that much. The payments are too high. I could afford it but it would be tight.”
“Honey, the payments are high because Āftāb Aħmad is charging 18% interest. The bank only charges 8 or 9% and I charge even less. All I want is sex. So let me loan you the difference.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās blushed crimson at my openness in front of a stranger but fell into step with me when she saw Āftāb Aħmad’s jaw drop open.
“That’s like threatening me with Ice Cream for dessert. I’ll give that to you and beg for more.”
Now Āftāb Aħmad was flabbergasted.
Here was his proprietor, older than he was who was talking about having sex with this Musalmān hottie that was young enough to be his daughter.
Some guys get all the luck.
I turned to him and nearly laughed aloud.
“You see Āftāb Aħmad, Nasīm Muåāwiyah is my girlfriend, she’s moving in with me. I care a lot about her and I want her to be happy. Therefore, she gets the red one for $5500. She already gave you $500 deposit, she’ll give you another $500 in a few days and the balance comes off what you owe me. End of discussion.”
One look at my face and Āftāb Aħmad only nodded.
He pulled out the forms for the transfer.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās left very happy and I even shook Āftāb Aħmad’s hand and thanked him.
I was happy because Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was happy.
On the way home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās said.
“Thanks for helping me with that. I would have gotten screwed but good. I am also going to pay you back. I don’t want to be a freeloader or moocher. I will pay my own way. I didn’t want to argue back there but I want to get a loan for it. And give it to you.”
“You’re welcome and don’t worry about getting a loan. Āftāb Aħmad is habitually between 3 and 9 months behind on my rent and I don’t get any interest from him. Therefore, I won’t take it from you. I know you’ll pay me back. However, you don’t have to. I considered giving it to you as a gift but I figured you wouldn’t accept it. Therefore, it’s a loan and once you get a couple of paychecks you figure out how you want to pay me. Besides it was worth it to see Āftāb Aħmad’s face, when he realized this old Hindu man was bopping the young Musalmān hottie.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās started to laugh.
“He did nearly drop his teeth. Didn’t he?”*
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim/Al Åbbās Al Saåīd grasped the big rubber tires of the wheelchair, spun it in a quick turn, lunged forward with his thin shoulders, and, mustering surprising strength for the persons who didn’t know he wasn’t Al Åbbās Al Saåīd actually, sent the chair shooting back through the curtained doorway at such speed that the others, following along behind, were left hopelessly in the rear.
Only Al Nādirah Al Åbbās and I could follow him. We were in Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
We could hover ourselves even with more speed.
I have only to penetrate Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my almost infinite Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Lund, to the hilt.
I hadn’t even done the Prayog.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās did that as soon as I penetrated her.
The room beyond the curtained doorway was a well-furnished drawing room with mosaic floors, sumptuous rugs and lavished furniture.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim spun the wheelchair into a quick turn and stopped it instantly.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim handled his chair with the deft, expert skill born of long practice.
I couldn’t believe he could do it with the practice he could do after I chalked out the scheme for his safety.
It was obvious; Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was practicing it even before I advised him to do it.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās pushed her glorious nude Musalmān buttocks into my lap eloquently.
She was as if saying I told you that, watch yourself.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās suspected Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was practicing to replace her Abbū, Al Åbbās Al Saåīd, for a long time.
The question was Why?
“Relax, relax.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said in high-pitched, piping voice, “Don’t stand on formality, please. There isn’t any time. Durgesh, my boy, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, my child, relax now. Al Zāhid, sit down. Damn it. You make me nervous, hovering around over me. I’m not going to break in two.”
“What has happened?” I asked him patiently.
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I looked at my watch.
“Let’s discuss it afterward. First, let’s go to the bank and cash this check. Are you known there at the bank?”
“Sure, I’ve always done my uncle’s banking business.”
“He has sufficient balance there to honor this check in his commercial checking account?”
“Of course, there was around a hundred million dollars in it when I left. I keep his books and make out his checks.”
“I see, not Al Kubrah Al Qāsim? Not Al Zakāt Al Qāsim even?”
“No, they have their own business establishments to take care of.”
“Yet, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim himself signs his checks after you make them?”
“That’s right.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed, “He wanted me to sign the checks up to one million dollars at least. I requested him to let me more understand the business before I have such financial rights.”
“What do you want done with this money, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd? You can’t go around carrying a sum like that.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled impishly now.
“Doesn’t the letter itself say you are to take charge of it and fix it in such a way that I can have it but nobody else could find it?”
“That’s right. But, you’ve some cash with you?”
“Actually I don’t. Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim saw that I had traveler’s checks when I started my trip. But everything was a lot more expensive than we had expected. I cashed my last traveler’s check in Mumbai. I had just enough money left for taxi fare here. I’ll have to take taxi fare home out of the money we get on this check.”
“Hey, what do you mean?”
“You asked me are you accepted as my new live in relationship partner. Didn’t you?” I smiled.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd suddenly got the meaning.
She shouted in sheer unanticipated pleasant surprise.
“Meaning we are live in relationship partner now?”
“If you are such an idiot that you prefer an old man of more than double your age on some quite young prince charming of your own age group.” I smiled again.
She plunged at me.
“You mean inexperienced morons? Never. I want the experienced mastermind to take care of my financial affairs, my life, every damn thing related to me and me too.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd put her young beautiful arms around my neck, “and if you call me an idiot for it, I damn care. To hell with everything else if I have the great Durgesh as my live in relationship partner.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd kissed me passionately on my lips.*
She didn’t leave me despite my insistently telling her,
“We can do it whole life, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. The encashment of the check is more important now.”
“You are an old man of sixty three if what you claim is true and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is wrong. But I am not old.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd undressed me fully then and there.
She kissed my rock hard Uncut Hindu Penis, licked it and then sucked.
“Idiot,” I said, “the encashment of the check is more important, I say. They can try to stop the payment of the check. All the precautions taken by Al Muħammad Al Qāsim can be checkmated by Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“Fuck Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock madly, “She was always after money. I was always after your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. Understand?”
“You are a moron.”
“To hell if I am really moron even. It doesn’t make any difference now. I have the Everbest Mastermind as my live in relationship partner.”
After sucking me to her heart’s content in 69 position, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd mounted my Uncut Hindu Lund, straddled me, positioned my Uncut Hindu Lund between her till virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān labial lips, and started to fuck me endlessly.
She didn’t even let me to act on my accord.
So ravenous Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was for me, for my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot that I could succeed to take her to the bank only after one complete month, not before it.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd fucked me in every position she could think of.
“I want your Hindu semen running through my veins instead of my blood.” she winked at me, fucking me ravenously.*
We went down in the elevator, walked to the bank a block.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim keeps a large amount in liquid money?” I asked still fucking her.
The only difference was that now she was my mare, my burrāq and now I was mounting Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd instead otherwise.
“Uncle likes to have cash on hand that he can use whenever he wants to for quick investments without bothering to sale stocks or bonds. He keeps unusually large amounts of cash, yes.” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim was very happy that now I was fucking her openly.
“You know the girls at the teller window?” I asked her when we reached the bank.
“Oh, yes,” she said, “not all of them, but still several of them. There are Nigār Ħabīb and Arjun Dhanurdhar fucking having a short line in front of their window.”
We took our place in the line.
I was still fucking her from her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān behind.
The line thinned out at the window.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd endorsed the check and pushed it through the wicket.
“Hey, hello Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.” Arjun Dhanurdhar laughed, “Congratulations that ultimately you succeeded in winning our Mayor’s great unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Thank you.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed politely.
“A deposit?” Nigār Ħabīb asked smiling, “Congratulations.”
“Thank you. Not a deposit. I am cashing a check actually.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled.
“All right,” Nigār Ħabīb opened a drawer, “how do you want it? You−” she looked at the check, paused in stiff arrested motion, said, “Excuse me for a moment, please.”
She handed the check to Arjun Dhanurdhar.
Arjun Dhanurdhar saw the check.
He smiled at me.
“Sir, I am sorry. I appreciate you are with her. But as it happens, there isn’t any money to cover this check.”*
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was startled.
“What? There isn’t any money to cover this check?”
“That’s right. There isn’t any money to cover this check.”
I grabbed her waist and pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to my balls entirely.
“Take it easy. I anticipated it. That’s why I was trying to convince you. But you were so ravenous then that you didn’t hear me even a bit.”
“Okay, okay, you were right.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd pushed her buttocks even more into my lap, causing my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrate her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even more and more, “Now, what?”
I started playing with her boobs fucking her passionately once more.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said incredulously.
“When I left, there was more than one hundred million dollars in the account.”
“The account has been cleaned out by a court order.” Nigār Ħabīb informed, swallowing Arjun Dhanurdhar’s Uncut Hindu Prick into her ardent Musalmān Cunt, “It’s been transferred to a conservator. I think you must better see your uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Maybe Mayor Sir can explain to you what has happened.”
“What’s the exact status of the account?” I asked Nigār Ħabīb.
“Sir, a court order was there appointing a conservator.” Nigār Ħabīb said, pushing her nude glorious ardent Musalmān buttocks into Arjun Dhanurdhar’s nude Hindu male lap, “The conservator asked for the balance in the account and wrote a check for the exact amount, transferring funds to an account in the name of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as conservator.”*
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was dumbfounded.
“What? Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as conservator, not Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?” Nigār Ħabīb raised her eyebrows, “Who is Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?”
“He is my Abbū.”
“He is the elder brother of my uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“He deserved more to be a conservator if it was necessary. How the hell his ever cunning wife was appointed a conservator instead?”
“I don’t know. Neither was it any of the bank’s concern. You must go through the court proceedings for it.” Nigār Ħabīb said politely.
“When did all this happen?” I asked.
“Day before yesterday, sir.”
“Okay. I think I see.”
Both Nigār Ħabīb’s and Arjun Dhanurdhar’s eyes were sympathetic as Nigār Ħabīb handed the check back to Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“I’m sorry,” Nigār Ħabīb said, and then added, “but that’s rather an unusual check.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd watched Nigār Ħabīb.
“I know it is. Yet, that’s the way Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wanted it.”
“Well,” Arjun Dhanurdhar said politely, yet definitely, “you’d better have a talk with him. If you don’t mind, you should have a talk with this Al Safiyah Al Ghaus too. Do you know her?”
“Sure,” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed, “the great lady caused the divorce of my Ammī, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd. She snatched away my Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, from my Ammī, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd. Then she deliberately disinherited me from my own real Abbū’s property. And now she is after disinheriting me from my uncle’s property as well.”
Nigār Ħabīb was surprised.
“And you let her do all these things to you?”
“I was a damn fool then, Nigār Ħabīb. I should have raped Durgesh already.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said furiously.
Nigār Ħabīb flashed a sharp glance at me.
Then she turned back to Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“That’s right. We Musalmān Beauties should understand who loves us actually and who doesn’t. I am sure now you are in right hands ultimately.”
“Ultimately.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd repeated bitterly.
“You have been away?”
“Yes, I was deliberately sent on a vacation nearly three months ago.”
“Apparently a good deal has happened while you’ve gone.”
“Quite a good deal, Nigār Ħabīb. Thanks for taking this much interest in me.”
“You are most welcome, ma’am. Never you need to mention it even. It’s our pleasure.”
We returned from the bank.
“Give me that damn check, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. And give me that letter too. Now, let’s go to your Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s house. If possible, let’s talk with your uncle.”
“If possible? What do you mean?”*
I looked at her.
“Were you born yesterday? Can’t you understand what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is after? A conservator isn’t appointed by a court until and unless a person isn’t incompetent. Do you understand?”
“Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is thoroughly competent.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said furiously.
“But he could be framed.”
“Allah,” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was horrified.
“He may have had a stroke or something. A person at that age is getting to a point where those things do happen if he/she isn’t extraordinarily careful. It’s quite obvious that there’s been a very drastic change in the situation while you were gone. It’s also quite possible that for some reason, this or that, it doesn’t count, you may not see your uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd’s eyes were dark with alarm.
“You think Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has−?”
“I don’t know. Your uncle was all right when he wrote that letter, but evidently, something has happened after that. Perhaps he isn’t getting well with his Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“Isn’t getting well with his Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd shouted desperately, “Who the hell she is? It’s his house. It’s his property. If he isn’t getting well with that bitch, why the hell he couldn’t get rid of her? He didn’t want them to come and see him in the first place.”
“Alright, let’s go.”*
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd managed to smile at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus too smiled at Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“Oh, hello Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. Congratulations that you’ve managed to get Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
“Thank you.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed.
“Did you have a good trip?”
“Oh, sure. What happened? Where’s Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cunningly as if she was trying to determine whether Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was really that chicken.
Whether Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd really didn’t understand what she was up against?
“Your Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to be taken away.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed ultimately.
“Taken away?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd registered her surprise, “Where? Why the hell?”
“He’s in a home where he’ll be given the best of care.”
“Where?” I interfered.
“Oh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed once again, “Let me talk with my daughter. Will you please?”
“I’m not your daughter.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said curtly, “I’d rather prefer to die if I have to be your daughter. Where is my uncle? I ask you again.”
“Don’t worry. He is better. We suppose you, of course, will want to move out just as soon as you can get your things together.”*
The smile on the beautiful lips of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was a cold and frosty smile.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd watched her in consternation.
It was a new thing for Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus too had won my prize Uncut Hindu Lund for her ever cunning ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot in this three month period.
Nigār Ħabīb was right.
A great many things had happened that had changed the situation drastically in the three months she was deliberately sent away.
If Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim hadn’t anticipated it, if he hadn’t consulted Durgesh already, if they were not working already on the plan Durgesh proposed, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the bitch, had made them beggars now successfully.
How necessary it was for a Musalmān Beauty to have Durgesh on her side.
As far as Durgesh is fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the bitch, too, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd suspected it was not myself.
It must have been a robot.
A humanoid robot exactly identical to me.
Ved Nagar was a Dream City.
It was already in Robot–Space-and-Etheric Bodies era, despite the rest of the globe still didn’t want to enter in the same.
“We’ve locked up your bedroom so that your things will be safe, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed her nude glorious Musalmān buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap, swallowing my entire rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever cunning ever smart Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“That’s very kind of you.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed, “I’m glad however that you have ultimately successfully cuckolded my ever foolish Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. He deserved it.”
“Thank you.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed, too, “It wasn’t too difficult. You see, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was already running a movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband. I had only to join it.”
“How do you feel that a humanoid robot is making love to you?”
“I can’t tell you. I never experienced that. How do you feel yourself? I think it’s better than a vibrator at least.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd laughed.
“It’s Durgesh himself making love to me, my dear stepmother. You check for yourself. The humanoid robots available in Ved Nagar have sometimes poor Hindu semen in their humanoid feigned Hindu balls.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed pleasantly, “Perhaps you are forgetting that I am a qualified MD medical specialist myself. I’ve checked the semen I allowed. It’s Durgesh’s Hindu semen no doubt. I think I’m pregnant moreover with Durgesh’s ever successful Hindu semen in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.”
“Congratulations. Please congratulate my ever-foolish Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, too. He deserved it more than anyone else does. He couldn’t appreciate my Ammī, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s exclusive love for him. The moron.”
“When do you want to remove your things?”
“Never, my dear stepmother, never.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd watched Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cunningly, “You have successfully disinherited me from my own real Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s property because I was a damn fool then. Now, I am wiser. Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund’s injections in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, for more than one month nonstop, have cured my immense stupidity now for once and all.”
“Thank you. This is my home. It’s been my home ever since you were not even allowed here, neither your hen pecked cuckolded foolish husband, my Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. I’m certainly not going to move out. I am going to see Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and find out what this is all about.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
It was still a very pleasant sweetest melodic laugh however.
“Young lady, we’d like to have you out by tomorrow night. I’ve ordered my slave Al Nadīm Al Quddūs to figure on renting the house furnished. It will bring in a very tidy sum. You are not going to stay here anymore. You’ve sponged off your uncle long enough.”
“Sponged off?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd laughed melodically too, “What do you mean my ever bitch stepmother? I’ve been taking care of him that even his own children didn’t do. Their own damn businesses were more important to them, instead of their ever providing Abbū. Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was even furious to disinherit all of them, but I convinced him not to do it. That’s his billions are still intact. Otherwise, there was nothing for you even. Why, you, yourself, told me that I had been working too hard and I needed to take a three months’ vacation.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed her immensely beautiful gorgeous glorious buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap once more.
I had pulled out my Uncut Hindu Prick from her Musalmān Cunt until only its head was inside.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus swallowed my entire rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once more.
Her corpulent, obese, fat, fleshy, rotund, plump, Musalmān buttocks again vanished into my nude Hindu male lap.
She squeezed her vaginal muscles around my Uncut Hindu Lund strongly.
I felt immense sexual bliss pervading my entire Hindu male body through my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“I’ve found a lot of things about you since you left, young lady,” she said bitterly to Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, “I have been appointed conservator of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s property and I certainly intend to conserve the property. I intend to keep it from being wasted and dissipated, or given to shrewd and designing persons. I have more than enough evidence now, young lady, that you were intending to play on Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, for a good thing and get all of his money even disinheriting all of his own children. Shame on you. You are too greedy even to wait for Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s death. Instead, you have been milking my younger brother in law right along.”
It was almost five minutes before Al Kubrah Al Qāsim returned.
Her manner was apologetic.
“Now,” she said, “there are complications.”
“Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, was delayed in town. He’s on his way out here now. I got Abbū on the phone and told him I’d leave the papers. Unfortunately, Abbū says I’ll have to wait for Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. He…”
She couldn’t even finish her sentence.
A car was coming there.
“Here he comes.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “That’s my Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s car.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs stopped his car and jumped out.
“Well, well, well,” he smiled at both of us, especially at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, “you are already here? But still you are late.”
“Late?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at him surprised.
“Sure, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has gone already.”
“Certainly.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs confirmed what he had said, “The conference started on even before the pre scheduled time. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim phoned Bahū Begum,Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, and my wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, about eight saying he would be home around eleven or eleven thirty. Then he left us about nine o’clock stating that he was driving back to his home at Ved Nagar. He wanted to be home by eleven.”
“You didn’t go with him?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked.
“No, he wanted us to discuss some business matters more. He wanted us to reach a consensus in them. He instructed me especially to see to it. After he left, I paced the floor idly for a couple of turns and wound up standing at the window looking down on the street.”
“Standing at the window? Looking down on the street, Chachājān?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said puzzled somewhat.
What a tragedy.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hated his own daughter, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, and loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, his younger brother’s, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was the shrewdest of all the sisters and cousins.
Even Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was impressed very much by Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s tremendous success with Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs too.
Both of them loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim wildly.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim could never understand how Al Kubrah Al Qāsim managed it.
We were now walking to the elevator.
“Sure,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said responding to his niece, “I even saw Al Muħammad Al Qāsim cross to the curb, stand a moment, and then walk diagonally across the street. He crossed the other sidewalk on a diagonal to the corner, and then walked around the corner. After that, I was unable to see your Abbū, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim. The building on the opposite corner obstructed his further view.”
We had dressed again before Al Nadīm Al Quddūs reached us.
He wasn’t quite used to the Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog atmosphere of Ved Nagar still now.
He still felt awkward to it.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim insisted to keep fucking me, but I admonished her deliberately.
“Oh,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “you left the window, I think.”
“No, that’s the interesting incidence I wanted to tell both of you. I continued to stand at the window thinking of our industrial problems, inadvertently.”
“Oh, and what’s interesting in it?”
“Within a matter of seconds after my younger brother, your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had started across the street, I saw the shadow of an extremely beautiful woman.”
“You saw the shadow of her, not herself?”
“Herself afterward, at first I saw her shadow only.”
“I see. Anything particular, if you noticed?”
“It was a very shapely shadow. I mean to say the shadow itself intrigued, fascinated, charmed, captivated me because it appeared to be cast by a young woman who was…well, shapely.”
We had come to the elevator.*
The elevator arrived.
We stepped inside.
To Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s immense surprise, both his ever-cunning wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, and his Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, were already in the elevator.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Bahū Begum, you are late.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised pleasantly, “Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had told you…”
“Nothing.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said curtly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs felt hurt.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm never respected her relationship with him.
She still believed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was after her own trillions as well as after the billions of his younger brother and her husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
He opened his mouth to protest, but Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had already dismissed him.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs controlled himself patiently.
What the use after all?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so greedy openly that Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t make anyone believe he wasn’t greedy at all.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s mind was racing.
If Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, really succeeded in his planning, what would happen?
Could she work out the things with Durgesh?
Would her other family members be prepared to listen to her?
Maybe…After all, she was an Al Qāsim.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, had himself chosen her his would be successor.
She had to solve the present dilemma.
Her other sisters didn’t have the proper guts.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was a clandestine gay.
He was unable to run, Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He couldn’t run a single company, Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company even.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand had already taken charge.
In seven years, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had achieved so very much.
It had not been easy.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was a great help.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand also wanted to see her in charge of Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He advised her to even to rape Durgesh, if the Hindu moralist didn’t buzz.
Only Durgesh could fulfil her dreams, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim frowned even more deeply.
He is now hers already.
He isn’t any problem.
He is obsessed to fuck Musalmān Beauties.
Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh if she really surrendered to him.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was in control now.
Moreover, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim planned to stay in control.
Everyone in Al Qāsim family has to accept that fact.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched Al Kubrah Al Qāsim profoundly.
Yet neither of them made any eye contact with her.
Eye contact was always a mistake.
It led to mundane conversations like ‘Isn’t it hot today’ or ‘Nice weather we are having’.
Elevator conversations were a total waste of time.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim took no further notice of them either.
She was thinking of the problems that lay ahead.
Suddenly, the elevator ground to a stop mid-floors, and the lights went out, plunging all of us into inky blackness.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus exclaimed.
“Allah, what the hell happened?”
“Generator gone out, I think.”
“But the lights on again.”
“Emergency lights, stupid.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“I am not stupid, neither my niece Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is. We both are black belt karate champions. She deliberately brought you here. Now, decide yourself who is stupid.”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs admonished his wife, “are you crazy? If Durgesh has come here, it’s never because Al Kubrah Al Qāsim brought him here. He came here on his own volition.”*
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
She remembered her days when Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic wasn’t Al Qāsim Al Åbdullah.
Her Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, said Al Islam Al Wahāb had done a great wrong to them by insisting that Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic should be converted to Islam before Al Islam Al Wahāb and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic marry.
“Al Nāsirah Al Karīm is right.” Al Islam Al Wahāb’s second Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus also said, “India is Hindu dominant country.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb watched both of her Bahū Begums bitterly.
“Brahmdutt was already married to the Hollywood heroine Della Kennedy. He couldn’t divorce her. She was heroine in several movies produced and directed by him.”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs Bhāījān and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim both are from Brahmdutt Abbū?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked her mother in law.
“Of course, any objection?” Al Islam Al Wahāb said curtly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm nodded.
“Ammī, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus thinks Al Nadīm Al Quddūs must return to his original religion.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb shouted.
“Brahmdév Sharmā uncle and Nāzimah Yåqūb auntie invited us yesterday in a party.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said in her sweetest manner.
Al Islam Al Wahāb was immediately all alert.
She never found her Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, using her sweetest manner until and unless the subject under discussion did not relate to exorbitant money.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam, her first husband, was a millionaire himself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was not Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s son exactly.
She was in his nikāħ, but Al Islam Al Wahāb had her extramarital affair with Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic even then.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was its natural result.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam knew it very well.
Even then, he acted immensely liberal to the entire situation.
“I know I’m dying, Al Islam Al Wahāb.” he said, “All my thirteen daughters from my previously divorced three wives, and the husbands of my daughters, have proved immensely incapable to run my business. I know, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs isn’t my son. Yet, he has given me more love, respect and loyalty than my own daughters gave me ever. You have been lenient enough till now not to tell Al Nadīm Al Quddūs he isn’t my son.”
“I’m sorry, Al Quddūs Al Åālam,” Al Islam Al Wahāb said patiently, “Brahmdutt couldn’t control himself and I couldn’t stop him. He just assaulted me, invaded me, in passion. Due to your long illness we hadn’t have sex for a long time. I surrendered to him in that wild animal moment.”
“It’s alright. It doesn’t make any difference now. I want to give my estate to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. Would you and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic be kind enough not to tell him he isn’t my son actually, till I die?”
Before Al Islam Al Wahāb could answer, Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic held Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s hand.
“Don’t worry. He was your son, and he’d remain so till you live.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
“It’s alright.” Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic circled her waist in his left arm, “He is dying. We can have more sons. He can’t.”
Al Quddūs Al Åālam suddenly found his eyes filled with tears of immense gratitude.
“Thank you very much, my friend. You’ve made my death easier now.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan listened to Al Jamīlah Al Sultānova.
The Russian Musalmān Beauty had attracted her attention very much.
She looked at Kħadījah Muħammad.
“Well,” Kħadījah Muħammad said, “you understand ultramodern young Musalmān ladies more, Naåīmah. Durgesh, and I are somewhat older now in comparison to you. If not in our physical bodies, in our understanding of the ultramodern youth at least.”
“Nonsense, Bājī, I couldn’t have done anything at all if you and Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī hadn’t supported me blindly and compelled Durgesh to do what I wanted him to do.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“That’s all right. That’s all right. But you are forgetting you were doing what we ourselves wanted to, yet couldn’t.”
“Because we hadn’t any Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad to support us. We hadn’t any Imām Muħammad Ħasan who had dreamed of to be Mustafā Kamāl Atāturk of entire Pseudo Islamic countries.”*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm watched me, scrutinizing me thoughtfully.
She didn’t pay any attention to the fact that the elevator had stopped in the midway.
Her husband Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was planning something to get rid of his ever-greedy relatives, she knew.
He had consulted me in the matter.
I had already helped Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in the matters pertaining to his nudist feminist Musalmān Houseladies, successfully.
I had helped Al Nāsirah Al Karīm too in the matters pertaining to her problem child, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim too.
She could never forget how I convinced Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim if she couldn’t live in relationship with me, she marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Fuck her yourself.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had said to me.’
“What?” I could not believe a mother could request me to fuck her daughter.
“If you don’t fuck Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, she’d fuck Shankar Mahāpralayankar herself.”
“I don’t want her to have any relationship with Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is an Underworld Don.”
“Well?” I smiled.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar isn’t a problem to you because you can handle him successfully through several persons and means he cares for even more than his own life and the Organized Crime Empire he has established with the help of criminal politicians and industrialists all over the globe. I don’t want anything of him. Muħammad Ůsmān, my younger brother, and Muħammad bin Qāsim, my son, are already his patrons. That’s itself more than enough I can bear and handle.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves Shankar Mahāpralayankar?”
“Yes.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gritted her teeth, “I know Shankar Mahāpralayankar is the second choice of Musalmān Beauties nowadays, not the first one. You are the first choice they always dream of.”
“Tell me something more about your husband’s relatives,” I invited, “have you been fighting with them?”
“Not particularly. Pratāp Bachhalyā and Vikram Bachhalyā are not exactly my husband’s relatives only. They are my sons in law too. And actually I think they respect me more than they respect my husband even.”
“Because you are a trillionaire while your husband is only a billionaire?” I smiled.*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.
“Well, money plays an important role in gaining respect too. I think you understand that far better than even I do.”
I smiled too.
“May I ask what did an extremely beautiful lady, as beautiful and as intelligent as you are, find in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to marry him?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled significantly.
“Well, he is too a billionaire at least.”
“But you are a trillionaire. You could have…”
“I couldn’t compromise with my freedom to take decisions, in any matter whatsoever. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim promised he would never interfere.”
“Means he wanted your trillions more than he wanted you?”
“Why should I worry the hell about it? I myself wanted only a nominal husband to show to my acquaintances. Didn’t I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed, “In addition to that he was a billionaire himself too. It meant least demand of money from me than otherwise it would have been.”
I digested the information.
Now I understood why they both were not interested in each other mutually very much.
It wasn’t a marriage actually.
It was only a front they created to show their acquaintances.
Now I understood why Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t object, even slightly, to my solution of his problems.*
I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
She was still looking at me every now and then somewhat stealthily.
“You have been away since, for several weeks?” I asked.
“Three months almost.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd tried to control herself.
Even then, she couldn’t hide her impishness emerging every now and then.
The ultramodern young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty was not as grave in her nature as she was trying frantically to display herself.
Yes, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was sophisticated, PhD, and she knew the world around her quite well.
Yet, she wasn’t a grave young Musalmān lady despite her desperate efforts to display herself so.
She was a naughty young Musalmān lady, by nature, bubbling with immense mischievous youth even at her twenty- ninth.
Every now and then, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was looking between my legs impishly.
It was more than obvious that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was very pleased to find that she was successful in causing me erection for her.
She was proud of herself that her immense Musalmān beauty was causing it.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd had deliberately gone to a beauty parlour before coming to me.
I was surprised that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd wasn’t in panic at all.
Neither she was worried to the extent she might have been under the similar circumstances some other normal Musalmān Beauty would have been.
Instead, she seemed to be quite confident and surprisingly in possession of her faculties.
I extended my hand.
“There was a check in the letter?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd passed me a slip of paper.
“Here it is.” she said.
I looked at the check.
Suddenly I straightened.
Gravely I looked at the check again.
“Ten million dollars?” I inadvertently exclaimed.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd looked at me gravely.
“That’s what the check says.”
“I don’t know.”
“He doesn’t want you to have the money?”
“No, he wants you to take charge of the money for me.”
“You too want me to take charge of the money for you?”
“Why not? You claim to be sixty-three. I’m twenty-eight only. You have thirty five years more experiences of life and the world than I do.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said gravely, “They can snatch away the money from me in some way, either this or that, but not from you. My money is in safer hands for me.”
“Quite obviously, quite evidently, there’s something bothering Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“Let’s find out.” I said.
“Am I accepted?”
“To be your one more new live in relationship partner?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd asked gravely.
I watched her.
There wasn’t any faintest trace of impishness now in her any manner whatsoever.
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Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled.
“Thank you. You won’t ever regret it. Moreover, it isn’t too far.”
“Even it is too far, it’s my pleasure. I love company of beautiful ladies.” I smiled gently.
“For calling me beautiful.”
“But that’s the truth.”
“Thanks once more.” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled seductively.
‘Your Uncut Hindu Lund would be busier into my Musalmān Cunt beyond your imagination, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam.’ she murmured to herself.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Nothing. Sorry, I lost in thought to myself.”
I took another look at the beautiful face.
The Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was smiling.
It was extremely beautiful.
The teeth were white and regular.
There was just the hint of something about the lips, though they were crimson red and quivering seductively, yet indicated to be cunning somewhat.
The eyes were lovely and expressive.
There was a lean competence about her.
She was not known to me.
Yet, she wouldn’t have been in the parking lot unless she was connected with the company, and if she was connected with the executive branch of the company, she undoubtedly was all right.
Suddenly it flashed to me.
No, she wasn’t Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
She was Al Kubrah Al Qāsim actually.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s younger half sister.
They had different fathers.
But Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was so attached to Al Ħamd Al Åbbās that he had asked Al Kubrah Al Qāsim to take care of her personally.
I knew something more.
Even Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t know that.
Why the hell Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was working, in her own Abbū’s company, using her younger half sister’s name?
Only to keep close clandestine watch on Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand?
Well, why it was not possible?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was a shrewd successful businessperson after all.
He resented being misinformed.
He resented being dependent on others if he could avoid it somehow.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was more devoted to her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim than Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was.
Had Al Muħammad Al Qāsim instructed his most faithful daughter to keep watch on me too?
I was suddenly all-alert.
But not externally to alert Al Kubrah Al Qāsim too.
I kept her understanding that her real identity was still unknown to me.
I wanted to let her play the game she was so keenly playing.
Yet, one thing was still clear to me now.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t have faith in his other daughters as he had in Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Did Al Zakāt Al Qāsim know it?
Was she at least aware of it, if she didn’t know it?
In addition, if she wasn’t even aware of it, did she suspect it at least?
What Muħammad bin Qāsim thought of it?*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Are you sure I’m not inconveniencing you?”
“I’m sure I am not impotent enough.”
“Allah, I never meant that.”
“Only an impotent can be inconvenienced with a dazzling Musalmān Beauty.”
“You are kidding me.”
“Never. But if you really like my kids…”
“Please!” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim raised her hands, “I surrender.”
“For my kids? Really?”
“Allah Allah!” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim blushed, “I can’t compete with you ever.”
“Please come on,” I said opening the door, “Roll up your window tight. It may rain more tonight. I think it’ll be clearing by midnight. I mean, according to the weather report at least. Here’s my Mercedes, right over here.”
I remembered now, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had been away on Ħaj.
She had returned recently only.
I held the door open for Al Kubrah Al Qāsim with deferential courtesy.
She leaned back against the soft cushions.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim appreciated the rich leather upholstery.
I jumped in the other side.
‘Allah,’ Al Kubrah Al Qāsim thought, ‘if the Hindu beast is really sixty three, as he claims, it’s a miracle he is behaving as if he is actually ever young.
Is ever youth possible?
How the hell the Hindu scoundrel is managing to keep his wonderful youth still at his sixty-three?
Is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan right?
Is Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī right too?
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was telling his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Durgesh is a Para Human.
He has evolved himself beyond even a Posthuman.
The motor was already running.
It purred into multi-cylindered response.
A current of warm air flowed reassuringly abut Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s chilled ankles.
Ved Nagar wasn’t in a cold country.
It was in India.
It covered old Jabalpur, Seoni, Nagpur, Narsinghpur, Balaghat, Chhindwara, etc.
The miracle was it covered some parts of old Mumbai and Karachi too.
None could explain it.
Ved Nagar was a miracle the ultramodern science could produce.
Fabiayyi ālai Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?
It explained the impasse.
The big Mercedes glided into motion so gently Al Kubrah Al Qāsim hardly realized it had started.
I drove out past the robot security guard at the entrance to the parking lot.
“Right or left?” I asked Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Left.” she said watching me triumphantly adroitly.
“That’s superb.” I laughed, “I myself had to go that way already. How far?”
“Not too far.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim laughed too, “Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company is a zillionaire group of Companies. But we are, even then, still poor as compared to HVSI Group of Business Enterprises, HVSI Group of Companies. Your creativity is still beyond imagination for the rest of the companies, including us.”
“You are being too polite. Thanks anyway for being so nice to a competitor.”
“It’s a pleasure to be in the company of the Supreme successful business tycoon of entire history of humankind. How can you manage it?”
“Our Board of Directors does it. You are crediting the wrong man.” I smiled politely.
“Your Board of Directors credits you and you credit your Board of Directors. Playing the mutual admiration game?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim laughed melodically.
“Isn’t it a nice game to play?”
“Well, I think that’s the mystery behind your incredulous success.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me dreamily.
She had come very close to me.
Our thighs touched each other’s.
I immediately stopped the Mercedes parking it at left.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim boldly sat down on my lap, rising from where she was, facing me.
“Any objection?” she looked into my eyes seductively.
“Am I a fool to object?” I winked at her, “You are most welcome.”
“I noticed your erection for me. I thought I too must thank you.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim put her extremely beautiful arms around my neck.
“My pleasure.” I said.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was kissing me wildly aggressively.
The kiss lasted longer than I anticipated.
Her heavy buttocks had filled my lap competently.
My erection was imprisoned now between them.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim deliberately squeezed my erection between her buttocks significantly.
I hugged her more snugly.
She started to undress me.
“Are you sure you want me here?” I looked into her eyes, “It’s road. We are beside it. The cars are passing every now and then.”
“Isn’t open sex, in public even, not prohibited in Ved Nagar, if it’s consensual, between adults?”
“You want to exhibit what we are doing?”
“Only if you insist to.”
“I insist to. ‘Pardah nahīn jab koī Kħudā sé bandon sé pardah karnā kyā’?”
I looked into her eyes.
“Well, if you insist my dear, I haven’t another alternative except to surrender to you”
“Hey, I love your attitude. Now watch just what you get from me in reward.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim went wild.
Yet, she wasn’t wild enough to fuck me then and there.
She only sucked me there.
She was in 69 position.
We were both nude.
I kissed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .
Then, surprisingly she controlled herself.
“Let’s go.” she said suddenly, “You asked me how far we’d have to go. I said, ‘not too far’. My speedometer clocks it at two miles. However, my car is not quite as late a model as this one. I simply can’t afford it.”
“You like my Mercedes?”
“Who is the damnfool that wouldn’t?”
“Do you love me?”
“Do you need any more proof?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim winked at me kissing the head of my Uncut Hindu Prick.
“Then I think you must remember this meeting forever.”
“Sure, this meeting has brought my dreams come true.”
I kissed Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
“Take my Mercedes too as my gift to remember this meeting.”
“What?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim jumped, “I can’t believe it.”
“It’s yours from this very instant. Now, ma’am, will you please be kind enough to leave me to my house, in your Mercedes, when we get done?”
“Idiot, you can’t return to your home tonight. We are on our Honeymoon for at least a complete month. You may call your staff afterwards for your own transportation.”*
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad left Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s office and stopped by the ladies’ room in the corridor.
There was a mirror.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always watched her excellent exquisite figure immense proudly whenever she saw any mirror.
Allah, how beautiful she was.
Perhaps even more beautiful than even her role model Sidrah Aħmad was.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad worshipped every ground Sidrah Aħmad walked on.
What a woman.
What a dare devil woman.
Born and ever being an ardent Sunnī Musalmān Beauty, Sidrah Aħmad never allowed any Musalmān even to touch her romantically even, let him sexually being even beyond imagination.
She said, ‘No bloody Musalmān deserves any Musalmān Beauty ever. Every Musalmān Beauty deserves a Hindu man. Even a Traditional Hindu is better than any Musalmān whosoever the hell he is’.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had gone even one step ahead more.
‘No Hindu deserves any platonic relationship with any Musalmān Beauty ever. The Hindus are made only to meet the sexual needs of entire Musalmān Beauties.’
She studied her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face in the mirror.
She was very happy with what she saw.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad was never tired or drawn.
She hated any dark circle under any female Musalmān eyes.
“Fuck a Hindu Shaktimān, and get rid of it.” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always said.
If a Musalmān Beauty refused ever, on whatsoever her ground may be, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad kidnapped her and compelled her to fuck a Hindu Shaktimān herself.
When the Musalmān Beauties compelled to fuck a Hindu Shaktimān in this way, tried to suicide ever, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always kidnapped them again and compelled the Musalmān Beauties to live in relationship with a Hindu Shaktimān, whosoever he may be.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad was powerful and she had vowed to be more and more powerful till she existed.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was her greatest fan.
He also believed in the values Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had.
Yet, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad needed a vacation very much.
But she couldn’t even think of it, until the things were settled.
No, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad never needed any make up, no blusher, no lip-gloss, no eye shadow even.
She was naturally too beautiful to need them.
She appreciated her golden hair very much.
Even Durgesh has praised her golden hair.
“You are even richer than me, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.” Durgesh used to say, “I don’t have my hair made of pure gold.”
None else had praised Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad better ever.
She was proud of Durgesh being her first man in her life.
Durgesh ‘inaugurated’ Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.
She surrendered her cherry to Durgesh.
Even a complete month Honeymoon with Durgesh was there.
But Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad wasn’t a One Man Woman strictly.
She despised the male domination of women.
“Women are made several times more in number by Allah.” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad used to say, “If Democracy is the chosen way of life by Allah for the humankind, the women must dominate the males, not otherwise ever.”*
Muħammad bin Qāsim loved Shankar Mahāpralayankar as Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s wife.
He used to put his head on Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s feet right exactly in sajdah.
“Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad doesn’t love you.” Muħammad bin Qāsim used to say, “But I do. I too have an exactly feminine body, lacking a cunt only.”
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had laughed,
“The cunt is the only thing a male, as dominant as Durgesh and Shankar Mahāpralayankar are, love in a feminine body, imprudent.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled.
“Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad, you claim we Musalmīn are always backwards. The Hindus are always forwards. You Musalmān Beauties want to go ahead. That’s why you Musalmān Beauties fuck Hindus always, instead of us ever backward Musalmīn. Don’t you use to say it?”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim,” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad patronized him; “You don’t belong even to that category, impotent.”
“I damn care to what category I belong. Don’t you say that?”
“Sure, and I even explain what I say. Hindus study not only Ved in their Stavans and Mandrs etcetera. They study their Divý Itihās, their Divine History too.”
“Everyone knows it.”
“What’s there in their Divý Itihās, Divine History?”
“Their dreams about their future history.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smirked, “The ever superstitious damnfool Hindus claim we Musalmīn are ever superstitious. Well, what they themselves are?”
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad smiled patiently and patronizingly.
“You may have some point there, but that’s not what I’m pointing at. The Hindus live in future. That’s why they are always progressive. We Musalmīn always talk of our past Islamic glory, Al Qur’an Al Kareem and Aħādīs-e-Muqaddasāt. We live in past. That’s why we are backwards.”
“You shameless Musalmān Beauties want to progress, therefore you pair yourselves with Hindus.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically, “Okay. I’ve heard it so much that I hate you Musalmān Beauties too for it.”
“You are a blot on original Muħammad bin Qāsim. At his very seventeen he was a successful general of Banū Umayyah Caliphate established by Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu.”
“And you appreciate him because he fought in favour of the assassins of Ahl al Bayt?”*
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully.
“So you think entire Ahl-e-Sunnat are wrong that they praise original Muħammad bin Qāsim?”
“What do you mean?”
“The entire Ahl-e-Sunnat don’t praise original Muħammad bin Qāsim. Only the Musalmīn in India and Pakistan do that.”
“And how does it contradict my statement that you are a blot to the name of original Muħammad bin Qāsim? Your parents dreamt of you to be someone as original Muħammad bin Qāsim was. And what the hell are you doing? You are trying your best to be recognized as Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s duly authorized wife. Don’t you?”
“Nice attempt to remove me from the field, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smirked again.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was still playing with my Uncut Hindu Prick.
We had dressed although.
“Durgesh, I really wonder we have met and I’ve sucked you already.”
“Well, thank you. I just heard your motor grinding away and realized you were running your battery down. Well, you are extremely beautiful. I couldn’t resist to you.”
“Thank you. Actually, I suddenly remember that I’ve to deliver some papers to Muħammad bin Qāsim. I’d completely forgotten. I’m sorry. If you don’t mind and take me to him, I’ll be free for our one month Honeymoon after delivering those confounded papers.”
“Oh, it’s alright.” I smiled pulling her on my lap once more, “I can wait here in your Mercedes. It’s quite warm and comfortable here. I can turn on the video; get the latest news, music or anything else I’d like.”
“You didn’t even hesitate while taking the decision.”
“You are too beautiful to be hesitated.”
“Thank you.” She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly, “I’m sorry if it is inconveniencing you more.”
“Not at all. You are compensating for it even more than optimum.”
The fact was I was wondering what Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was really after now.
She had undressed me fully.
We both were nude.
If she was only after sex with me, she could have it with me to her heart’s content.
Yet, she sucked me only and now she was trying to take me to Muħammad bin Qāsim.
I decided to keep playing her game and find out what Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was actually after.
“Well, don’t worry for that ever.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim smiled, “You’d get as much sex from me as you want.”
“How nice!” I kissed her.
“Thank you. We’ll come back to town as soon as the papers are delivered.”
“Back to town?” I let me register surprise, at least somewhat.
Yet, I was watchful enough Al Kubrah Al Qāsim shouldn’t notice it was deliberate.
“Is it too far?” I asked again.
“Not with your Mercedes.” she smiled promisingly, “We’ll get out of traffic and hit the freeway. Don’t worry I won’t kidnap you, because I think it isn’t needed.”
The plant was within a mile of freeway.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim requested me to turn on the freeway.
I drove for some fifteen minutes, then she asked me to turn off.
I purred along a paved road for four or five miles, then turned off on a dirt road.
It wound its way among hills.
We were now entirely out of traffic.
“How much farther is it?” I asked fucking Al Kubrah Al Qāsim vehemently.
We were once again nude.
Now, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim straddled me on my lap on the driving seat.
I knew she deliberately stopped me from fucking her previously, because she wanted to fuck me to make me not to object going on the dirt road even.
I deliberately didn’t let her guess that I had any suspicion whatsoever.
My voice was normal, not even a bit sharpened with suspicion.
“Only a little way,” she fucked me vehemently to keep me occupied in sex with her, the more the better, “we have, I mean Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company has, a little country place up here. Muħammad bin Qāsim and my Abbū’s associate is waiting for the papers there. Abbū told her I’d be out.”
“Oh,” I said and busied myself in enjoying her fucking me.
I knew of the existence of the country place.
The dirt road was winding and twisting, a barbed wire fence on each side.
There were ‘No Trespassing’ signs.
Then Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked me to ease the Mercedes to stop in front of a locked gate.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim opened the gate.
We drove along a graveled driveway, passed a swimming pool, and finally stopped at a mansion.
It had a wide porch running around it, furnished with luxurious outdoor furniture.
“Allah,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “well, what do you know, the bitch doesn’t seem to be here.”
“Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!” I commented, “It’s certainly all dark and the gate was locked.”
“We keep the gate locked but she has a key. Muħammad bin Qāsim also has a key. However, the place is dark, all right. You please wait here if you don’t mind. I’ll run in and see if there’s a note or something. Allah, my gosh, Durgesh, I now certainly hate to have brought you all the way out here in case…but the woman must be here! She’s to meet me here and wait for the papers and Muħammad bin Qāsim. She’s staying here tonight and Abbū’s coming here for a conference.”
“Perhaps she went to sleep,” I smiled, “and forgot to turn on the lights.”
“I’m sorry. You please wait here, if you don’t mind. I’ll run in and see.”
I had left the motor idling.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim jumped out her side of the car and hurried to the mansion.
I saw lights come on, on the porch, then lights in the interior of the mansion.
I was wondering why the hell she deliberately didn’t take me with her.
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Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand hugged her ravenously.
How beautiful she is.
But now every one of them was Umm-Al-Åālmīn.
Hinduism isn’t a superstition as the most of the other religions are.
Hinduism is absolutely a scientific, rational and logical religion.
It’s a system of life actually.
No, it isn’t a superstition any longer.
Durgesh has proved it now absolutely scientifically rationally and logically.
Yes, Hindus are still a minority in the entire humankind.
But, they are the rulers now.
Durgesh damn cares for the acceptance of the facts by everyone.
He openly says:
“The facts never needed their acceptance by humankind for their survival and being in power. The humankind needs the acceptance of facts for its own survival.”
“You did it successfully, didn’t you?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand sometimes laughing sometimes crying out of sheer joy, victory and triumph. “They said even you can’t do it. They said Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is insurmountable because Durgesh is insurmountable. Hell, you’ve successfully delivered her five hundred dollars even while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had cautioned her very much.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was abstemious.
“Control yourself, Al Waħīdah. She never took the money.”
“But you shoved the money into her hand. Didn’t you?”
“Of course, of course. But her fingers even didn’t close on the money. It fell down. She never touched it.”
“But the money touched her hand. Didn’t it?”
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, her other elder sisters, her Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, Muħammad bin Qāsim and even her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim hugging and kissing her Vedic Monotheist Hindu husband.
“That’s the reason nobody is accepting Ved Nagar/Trantor is the new Capital of entire humankind.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled cunningly, “I can’t understand, Jījū, why you are not as happy as Al Waħīdah is.”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim smiled.
“She is right. Congratulations, Prañav. You’ve successfully fulfilled the condition. Everyone agreed if you successfully revive the oil lease you’d be the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.”
“Thanks, Abbū,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled urbanely, “but I don’t think the oil lease is still revived legally.”
“The hell it isn’t.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said furiously, “We tried to make deferred payments according to the legal documentation. Didn’t we? If she didn’t accept it, it’s their evasion, not ours. Damn it.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand fell back on the king sized bed.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim straddled him keeping her gorgeous back to him.
Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was on the male Hindu lips of Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand now and his immediately hardened Uncut Hindu Cock was in Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She was aggressive absolutely.*
It started when Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had approached me.
I studied the beautiful woman with interest.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm returned my gaze with bright green eyes.
There was a hard glitter in those green eyes.
But it softened to a twinkle gradually.
“I haven’t killed anyone, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Not yet, at least. Yet never make the mistake of thinking me a peaceful sophisticated Musalmān lady that sits by the fire and knits. I’m certainly not that one. I’m a hard bitten hellion instead.”
“Thanks for telling me.”
“I can’t lie to my lawyer if I really want him to protect me. Can I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled, now meaningfully and seductively at me.
I winked at her.
“Protect you from what?”
“Most of the Musalmīn, you call Pseudo Musalmīn, are not highly educated. It’s natural, therefore, that they can’t get good respectful jobs. They have to resort to lower and criminal activities consequently.”
“I know that.”
“Sure, my younger brother, Muħammad Ůsmān, is an exception. He is highly educated yet he is dangerously involved in criminal activities.”
“You said you wanted to see me about a gambling girl.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.” She said, “She is my daughter.”
“She is a problem girl.”
“She is twenty eight, PhD, yet she can’t understand how these gambling activities of her may hurt her career and her future.”
“I appreciate your concern.”
“I’ve seen you many times in court, fighting every inch of the way. I was one of the members of the jury. I respect you for it as I am something of a fighter myself.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“I assist him in his work, whatsoever it may be. Will you please give me your name, age and address?”
She had lit a cigarette in the meantime.
I watched her carefully.
“Sorry,” she smiled, “I kicked loose from the conventional traces.”
“How long is it so?”
“Since my husband suspected that I might have an extra marital affair with some Hindu.”
“You revolted against him?”
“I have my own group of companies, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” she smiled sardonically, “I hate to be dependent even on my husband. It didn’t harm me even a bit. Instead, it helped me to learn how spineless hypocrites my husband and my relatives are. Do you have to go into all that?”
“Okay, at least tell me about her friends.”
“Friends?”Al Nāsirah Al Karīm sighed, “She is very close to two extremely problem girls you know very well.”
“I know very well?”
I swallowed her hesitancy and took hold of the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head.
Her bare breasts stood firm and upright, the nipples already hardening in the cool, air-conditioned room.
I looked her up, her cheeks flaming, and felt a trickle of her arousal juice slip down the inside of her thigh as I scrutinized her with admiring eyes.
She didn’t know Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ was also with me.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ scooted around until she was on her knees beside me, firmly circling the base of my Uncut Hindu Shaft with her fist as she lowered her mouth around the red, throbbing head.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched my legendary Hindu erection disappear inside her best friend’s ardent Musalmān mouth until her chin rested on my Hindu balls, and I was moaning in ecstasy as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ sucked me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah rolled her hard nipples between her thumb and index fingers, staring directly into my eyes as her knees weakened so much, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely stand.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ began to bob up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Take your shorts off.” I gasped. “Ahhh, yes, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …take it all, baby…”
With shaking fingers Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, slipping them down over her hips and letting them fall to the floor.
She shivered in exquisite shame, forcing herself to keep her arms down, as I thoroughly looked her over.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ moaned softly on me, on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted that Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, and pounding into her tight, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot too.
“Yes.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants to show you her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried hotly, shifting in place and feeling the wetness soak through her silky red panties.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside with her top and shorts.
“Look at that pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said close to my ear. “You want it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Do you want to fuck Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?”
“Turn around.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ commanded.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah did as she was asked, swallowing hard and wondering what was next as dead silence fell.
What were we doing?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped.
Her breathing was shallow and loud in the surrounding quietness.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hesitated momentarily before slowly complying, leaning her palms on the chair in front of her for support.
“Set your feet wide apart.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ added.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slipped her hand between her thighs, her fingers shaking as she spread her swollen lips apart.
“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, God,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants you to bury your Uncut Hindu Lund in her!”
“Yes…” she repeated, “Durgesh darling, fuck me…fuck me, please!”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, turning to look at me.
“Mmmm, not yet.” Her lover smiled.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ stood and undressed, asking me to stand and do the same.
I knelt behind Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.
Her thumbs pulled her lips apart to gain more access to the moist folds of her sex.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ smiled.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah urgently pulled her face into Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s soaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, humming in pleasure as she flicked her tongue against Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s swollen button.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ held tightly to her fistful of her hair, grinding her sopping, steaming center into her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slurped her juices.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, she tasted good!
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was overwhelmed.
Her tongue swept over her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit, flicking it and teasing it before plunging inside her juicy hole.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s cries of pleasure grew louder.
“More…more…yes, eat me!” She gasped. “Eat my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah! Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah, Oh, God…make me cummmm…”
“Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, I’d like to know something about your background. Okay, go ahead. You are doing fine―So you kicked over the traces?”
“Yes. And I am getting worse every year. My husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s relatives think I’m a brand for the burning―and I don’t give a damn what they think! You hear a lot about people who are afraid to die. Well, they are nothing compared to the ones who are afraid to live.”
“Yes,” I smiled, “I agree with you. Even if it is possible to progress, most of us human beings don’t want to go through the tedious utmost necessary to progress. The inertia in them is so prevalent that not even a creature of gutter wants to do anything to come out of the gutter. It deliberately and knowingly develops a life style to suit its inertia. It compromises with the gutter life only to avoid doing something it isn’t habitual of.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.
“I see. You’ve too given a lot of thought to it, young man.”
“I’m sorry. I mean…”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm raised her right hand,
“It’s alright. As it happens, I do understand your Vedic Sanskr’t too.”
“What?” now I was surprised.
“Surprised?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled enjoying my utter surprise very much.
“Don’t be. My daughter Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves a Vedic Monotheist Hindu, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I wanted to understand why you Vedic Monotheist Hindus are so successful with us educated Musalmān Beauties that we are even cuckolding our Musalmān husbands for you. My best friend, philosopher and guide, Nāzimah Yåqub, has even gone to the extent that she is living a life of Polyandry with at least the three of you Hindus Brahmā Vishñu Mahesh: Brahmdév Sharmā, Vishñu Nārāyañ and Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.”
I smiled empathetically.
Nāzimah Yåqub wasn’t unknown to me.
She was now the new managing director of Yåqūb group of companies.
Muħammad Yåqūb, her husband, was now her cuckolded assistant only.
“That’s very brilliant of you Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.” I appreciated her.
“Thank you. The people, who go through life just making motions―and conventional motions at that, are mostly afraid to live. My relatives think I’ve started Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim on the downward path.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed contemptuously.*
I didn’t need another word more.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shivered in delicious wanting as I grabbed her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips, her hands clenching into fists as I put the head of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund against her horny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt hole.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shoved her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips back, silently begging for my pulsating Hindu member inside her heated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.
“Put it in her,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ whimpered. “Give it to her, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt completely filled, my thickness stretching her open far beyond.
My fingers dug into the groove of her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips as I pulled me back into my violent Hindu fuck thrusts.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ arched sharply, screaming in pleasure as she began to cum.
“Yes…please… Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! cum inside me!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah panted.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was slamming into her bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Okay, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …ahhh yes…I’m cummmming!” I penetrated her deepest.
A shock of intense, body-shuddering pleasure exploded inside Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, squeezing and contracting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt muscles like a glove around my raging Uncut Hindu Prick.
I tightened my grip on her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips triumphantly giving a final deep thrust.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, I’m cumming…cumming inside you, baby…cumming in your tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!” I cried as I filled her with streams of my hot Hindu seed.
Her knees gave out and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fell forward.
I followed her with a soft grunt.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled and stroked sweaty hair away from her face, her pretty face suddenly freezing.
“Naåīm Sheikħ ‘ is home!” she whispered.
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