Al Nādir Al Ghāzī requested,
“Dad, if you really want to please Ammī by protecting my interests, you please make the property settlement with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. She is too smart for me.”
“You said it, Ammī,”
“That ŧhonks you, I mean who fucks you,”
“Start with the fifty thousand, Dad. Do the best you can. Let’s see who pleases you sexually more, my Ammī, my sisters, cousins and their extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends or Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. With myself cleaning their Musalmān Cunts and their perfect round firm plump Musalmān ass, of course.”
“Wallah, none!” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was immensely surprised.
“AIDS, cancer, what?”
“None, I said.”
“I don’t believe you.” Āmnah Azhar said, “It’s a medicine Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claim to cure any otherwise incurable disease. Let Durgesh fuck your own womankind and lick their sexual secretions clean after it.”
“I know,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled, “But I don’t lick clean only my Musalmān womankind’s sexual secretions after Durgesh fucks them. I enjoy licking clean other beautiful Musalmān Cunts and other female Musalmān ass too. They tell me it’s a disease in itself that I myself love my humiliation so much that I can even die to have it.”
“Will you let me urinate into your open mouth?” suddenly Āmnah Azhar asked.
“Well, if Durgesh too urinates into my mouth simultaneously with you, yes. My Ammī, my sisters etcetera do it sometimes with Durgesh simultaneously. I enjoy it very much. Durgesh’s urine makes even their urine tastier.”
“You are suffering from mental sickness,” I said curtly, “there isn’t any taste in it. You only imagine it’s there.”
“Well,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said, “even if you are right, I refuse to get rid of my mental disease. I love it. I’ve an obsession to it now actually. I can’t live without this humiliation of mine if you say so. And remember I’m not alone. There are countless of us Musalmīn now.”
“I don’t think so.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said gravely, obstinately.
“I think your sisters and your Ammī hated terrorism tremendously. You had soft corner to terrorism. Your Ammī and your sisters punished you for it ever since your childhood, instead of resorting to other positive remedies.”
“That may be right,” Āmnah Azhar agreed with me, “He is curable but it may take a long time.”*
The hotel was back from the main street, a high class, low, rambling hostelry that had apparently just been completed.
The adobe wall that surrounded the place had been freshly colorwashed.
It had an arched entrance and, farther along, an exit.
The two big cars crunched up the graveled driveway one after the other, came to a stop before an eye pleasing combination of ’dobe bricks, red tile roof, colorwashed walls and green cacti showing in a pastel color combination against the ’dobe.
Behind a desk a beautiful veiled/unveiled woman was sitting.
She beamed at us with friendly cordiality.
Āmnah Azhar smiled at him as if he was our servant and she was pleased with his services.
I disapproved of her arrogant behavior.
But Al Nādir Al Ghāzī only smiled,
“It’s okay with you, Ma’am?”
“Oh, sure, my boy,” Āmnah Azhar cooed at him graciously.
“Connecting bath?” the woman smiled.
“Separate,” Āmnah Azhar instructed curtly.
“It’s okay, Ma’am,” the woman laughed gracefully, “Sorry, I didn’t understand.”
“It’s all right,” Āmnah Azhar said majestically.
“Separate baths will be more expensive,” the woman smiled her warning.
“That’s all right,” Āmnah Azhar smiled her charming grace, “We want the best you have in the house.”
The woman’s beautiful eyes glistened.
“Ah, the Big Ma’am! She is accustomed to the best.”
“Yes,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled, “The Big Ma’am is on the Honeymoon.”
“Congratulations, Ma’am. Congratulations, Sir,” the woman congratulated Āmnah Azhar and me.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was enjoying it all.
He was habitual of enjoying his well calculated, well planned by himself, humiliations.
It was his own strategy to his success that never failed.
After all, how anyone could anticipate anyone planning to humiliate himself?
It kept them in dark about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
None suspected ever the constantly humiliated moron.
And that defeated them.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t moron at all.
He was actually the shrewdest operator in the family after his shrewdest ever-successful mastermind Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī.
Even his Ammī hadn’t realized it before Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī told her expressly.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had objected.
Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī used to laugh graciously.
Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī was the Woman of the House.
It wasn’t an ordinary sexual intercourse.
It was something more.
The Mexican woman kept smiling.
“You’ll get the best here, Ma’am. I have two beautiful connecting rooms. Yet, if you don’t want to share the bath, you’ve to take both the rooms, sorry. The room for the other señor must then be in the other wing.”
“That will be fine. I don’t want any interference from my servants. Right, Naddū?”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī felt immensely humiliated.
He never allowed anyone to call him ‘Naddū’, except his Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī.
Well, let the bitch too call him ‘Naddū’, as long as she lets him lick clean her ever-precious sexual secretions with me.
The more Ashvinātam sexual secretions of mine he licks the more powerful he is, even Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, the utmost successful of such persons, confirms it day and night.
He openly declares that he got rid of his physical incompetence completely licking his beautiful Musalmān houseladies’ Ashvinātam sexual secretions with me.
His wife Shamsah Salāħuddīn started it due to his physical incompetence.
She suggested Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, not an Imām then, to lick clean her sexual secretions with me.
Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī avoided at first.
Then Shamsah Salāħuddīn compelled him to lick clean her sexual secretions with me.
His daughters’ sanctity was in danger otherwise.
He licked clean his wife, Shamsah Salāħuddīn after I fucked her.
He did it with non-consent and enormous reluctance.
Yet, gradually he started to feel improvements in his physically incompetent body.
His daughter, Najmah Salāħuddīn, could not believe it.
“Abbū, you are certainly mistaken. It can’t happen ever. Ammī is cuckolding you, and you are surrendering to her and Durgesh. It’s plain nonsense.”
“Yes, Abbū.” Najmah Salāħuddīn said obediently.
“Can you do something for me?”
“Why are you asking me in such a manner, Abbū?” Najmah Salāħuddīn felt herself hurt, “I’m your daughter. I can do anything for you.”*
Āmnah Azhar herself picked up the pen and registered for the three of us.
“How about the cars?” Āmnah Azhar asked.
“Oh, the cars? You leave them right there in the driveway. No one ever steals a car from here.”
“You have a watchman?” Āmnah Azhar asked her somewhat curtly.
The beautiful young Mexican Musalmān woman smiled.
“No, no watchman. However, in this country, you are among the honest people. Nevertheless, as a precaution, just as a precaution, you lock the car and leave the key with me. I put them in the cash drawer. If it should be necessary to move the cars in the morning before you are up, the yard girl can do it and you do not need to be disturbed. Yet, your cars are safe.”
“Okay,” Āmnah Azhar said gravely, “I’ll lock up the cars, bring in the keys. Yet, how about the baggage?”
“The boy would bring it to your respective rooms.” She indicated to a man, instead of a boy.
“Naddū, you yourself bring my little overnight bag and Durgesh’s. Understand?”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī nodded obediently.
“Yes, Ma’am. Don’t worry. I’d myself take care of your baggage.”
“That’s a good boy,” Āmnah Azhar smiled graciously.
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
Āmnah Azhar smiled at me.
“Durgesh darling, I can’t tell you how relieved I am to feel that matters are in your hands.”
I pulled her to me circling her waist, and kissed her on her lips.
“You needn’t to worry. Forget everything, Sweetheart.”
“I will show the excellent couple their honeymoon suite. You bring the baggage.”
The last sentence was addressed to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.*
Āmnah Azhar stood, then sank gracefully down until she lay there, arms and legs spread out, all ready to accept me.
“Come on Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, now!” she demanded seductively, “Get yourself undressed and come here. Come and fuck me! I need you so much! Forget your stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī for me, for ever. He doesn’t have enough manly vigor that his cut Musalmān noonī can ever penetrate me successfully optimum. You are already satisfying sexually countless beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies who were your ex daughters in law. Why the hell are you hesitating now?”
I looked gravely at my stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
He laughed bitterly.
“It’s alright, Dad. I am a Musalmān, not a Hindu. As such, we have different morals. You’ve your various stepAmmīs your Live in Relationship Partners now. We Musalmīn, sorry, Pseudo Musalmīn in your Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners’ and your ‘more ethical’ eyes can never even imagine it.”
Āmnah Azhar laughed sarcastically.
“You and your morals! Hahaha!”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled gravely.
“Go ahead, Dad. She has sucked you already. She is my Ammī now. She isn’t my wife any more according to Sharīåt-e-Islam.”
My clothes went flying in seconds as I advanced on Āmnah Azhar.
Āmnah Azhar’s extremely beautiful ever naughty Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes were shining brightly as she now opened her sexual lips apart; her hand sliding up and down her wild Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Come on Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’m all ready for you,” Āmnah Azhar said, “Come and make love to me!”
I dropped to my knees beside her, drinking in the so erotic sight before me.
No way could I hold myself back now.
There was now a deep longing for her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body and a feral desire to empty my Hindu sperm inside her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Nature was winning and from now on, I wasn’t going to complain or hold back one inch!
Āmnah Azhar brought me back to reality as she now reached out with her arms.
“Bring your sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund here first Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Āmnah Azhar said, “I want to taste him first of all, once more. What a tastiest Uncut Hindu Lund you have! Allah Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah!”
On my knees now I crawled across the sheet until my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund swayed above her head.
I leaned forward to allow Āmnah Azhar’s head to lift up and her mouth to touch me.
I almost jumped as I felt the sweet touch of her quivering, red, crimson, beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips once more on my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.
But instead of jerking away, my overriding movement was to thrust forward, realizing as I did so that Āmnah Azhar had simply opened her mouth and had now engulfed most of my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Come back Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Āmnah Azhar groaned, “I haven’t finished…”
“Don’t want to cum yet. My turn now,” I said as I repositioned myself astride her and leaned forward.
I heard Āmnah Azhar take a quick breath as my moistened Hindu erection touched her abdomen but it was higher up her young, twenty-eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body that now became the center of my attention.
Her gorgeous Musalmān breasts seemed to be bulging out as her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body prepared itself for sex.
In fact, all her sexual parts were in overdrive as she uncontrollably became more and more aroused.
She was glowing with health, vitality and sex appeal.
Somehow, I imagined her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooding with her ardent Musalmān lubrications and with my Hindu sperm.
I imagined her belly swollen with my child.
I imagined her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts leaking sprays of milk.
I knew that both Āmnah Azhar and I were very, very ready now.
My male Hindu lips descended onto one breast, loving the way her well-filled Musalmān flesh gave way and bounced back.
Her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts filled my ever experienced, handsome, strong Hindu hands beautifully as I alternated my kissing from one breast to the other; from one nipple to tit next.
Āmnah Azhar’s breath was coming faster now, her rib cage was heaving and I could feel that her heart was pounding.
Then leaving her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts I slowly moved down her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body, loving every inch of it; her sleek svelte figure alluring in every way.
“Not yet, I’m not,” I replied, my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund jerking as I spoke; a long dribble of precum sliding from it down onto her smooth beautiful Musalmān thigh, “I haven’t fucked you yet!”
“Allah, Oh God, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, yes, yes,” moaned Āmnah Azhar frantically, “Come on then, fuck me, fill me!”
I crawled up on her, until I was poised immediately above Āmnah Azhar’s wanton female Musalmān body.
My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund was sliding now against her slippery Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān skin, not all that far from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I felt Āmnah Azhar’s pink, delicate, young, beautiful Musalmān hand grasp my Hindu erection and pull me towards her.
I simply couldn’t resist.
Why the hell should have I?
Because Āmnah Azhar was my ex stepdaughter in law?
Now, finally, I was about to penetrate Āmnah Azhar’s young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, pink, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my supercharged sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Āmnah Azhar’s pink, delicate, young, beautiful Musalmān hand moved my stout Hindu knob up and down her pink Musalmān slit, obviously coating it in her generous Musalmān lubrications before aligning the end with the indentation that I could now feel; the entrance to her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to her Musalmān womb itself.
“Come to me, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, please,” Āmnah Azhar said as her delicate young pink Musalmān hands pulled me closer, “Get your ever experienced, handsome, strong Uncut Hindu Lund inside me!”
There was a slight resistance before our slippery fluids eased her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān entrance and then I felt myself sliding, sliding into her hot wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole.
“Aaaaahhhhhh!” breathed Āmnah Azhar, her eyes bright and wild, “Yessssss, yesssss! Allah Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah!”
I held myself in place, allowing her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body to get used to my rigid sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund before Āmnah Azhar’s arms pulled me once more.
“All the way, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Āmnah Azhar said, “All the way in now. Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
It was now my turn to moan.
Yet, with immense pride, triumphantly, of course!
“Yesssss! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God – you’re lovely; so tight, so hot, so sweet!” I hissed as I gently allowed my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund to penetrate further into her grasping young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Oh Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’ve waited so long,” groaned Āmnah Azhar as I felt her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body lifting up to meet me, “Love me, just make love to me now!”
Instead of speaking I began moving up and down, sliding my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān depths to her entrance and back once more.
That was followed by soft grunts from Āmnah Azhar as I reached as far into her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body as I could penetrate; the tip of my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund now pushing hard against her Musalmān cervix.
I looked down at her and saw that Āmnah Azhar had a massive smile on her face; a look of pure female Musalmān delight and total absorption.
I smiled as well as I watched her immensely beautiful, young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth fall open when I pushed my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund hard into her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body once again.
Hard but not violent, pushing but not driving; penetrating but not piercing; together we fucked steadily, our bodies coming together in unison; our minds united.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was watching immensely absorbed.
Durgesh was always the best.
It was the duty he was born for, perhaps, actually.
Durgesh always fucked them wildly, yet immense sophisticatedly ever.
It was unique.
“You weren’t a virgin?” I asked eventually and Āmnah Azhar shook her head.
“Well, I was a sort-of virgin Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I’ve had a ‘lover’, a husband, but you’re the first man to be inside me,” Āmnah Azhar said, “My hairbrush broke me in and my vibrator and things have been up there too but this is so much better – you’re alive inside me! I can feel all the veins on your sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund inside me. I can feel you sliding in me. You’re pulsing and throbbing in there, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” I said, as I continued to gently make love to Āmnah Azhar, “However, not getting close to coming even now, that’s why I’m throbbing only.”
“Oh good, Allah Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Fuck me nonstop now until I exist, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.” moaned Āmnah Azhar, her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot now gripping my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund tighter, “However, ultimately, You’re going to fill me, aren’t you Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”
I hadn’t actually considered that subject.
I’d been too absorbed in just loving her but now the matter was not getting close even now.
A decision not had to be made soon.
I had tremendous time.
If there wasn’t the stockholders’ meeting, I could have really fucked Āmnah Azhar till infinity nonstop.
“Shouldn’t I pull out when I cum,” I said, “Don’t want you getting pregnant the first time!”
“Why ever not?” asked Āmnah Azhar, her beautiful Musalmān eyes locked onto mine, “I love you; I want you; I want to be with you, so why ever not?”
I smiled only.
Not responding to her question.
“Suppose I want to?” said Āmnah Azhar obstinately.
Her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was now very actively milking my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund, “I want to get my children out of the way early, so why not start right now? Al Nādir Al Ghāzī couldn’t give me any child. Won’t you too?”
My eyes opened wide as Āmnah Azhar spoke, knowing that in a few minutes that could indeed happen – or I could abort my mission and spray my seed on Āmnah Azhar’s body instead.
“Shall we try then?” I asked Āmnah Azhar and her immensely beautiful, young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth beamed a huge smile back at me.
“Yes Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, yessss,” she cried, “Do it then – fill me!”
My mind had been shaken with the situation, so much so that lust had built up as if behind a dam inside me.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God,” I groaned as desire began to overcome me.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God,” I groaned again as my body began to drive my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund into Āmnah Azhar harder and faster.
“Oh yes, yes, Durgesh, Allah Allah, Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah! Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā – do it!” cried Āmnah Azhar, her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body now writhing wildly beneath me, “Don’t stop – I’m coming too!”
I couldn’t stop anyway now – I couldn’t even bring myself to withdraw – I could only power my pulsating sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund as far into her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as I could, now feeling the rubbery entrance to her very Musalmān womb at the tip of my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Sensations were crawling all over me.
My whole body had gone mad as I seemed to turn into one enormous sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund as I slammed harder and harder into Āmnah Azhar’s beautiful, splendid, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Sweat was dripping everywhere.
Juices were spraying around.
Limbs were flailing.
Voices were crying out.
Orgasms were coming, coming, cummmmming!!
With a final grunt I felt my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund jerk hard and blast off his first volley of molten fire.
My Hindu sperm was overflowing around my balls already!
I grunted again as another eruption took place; and another and yet another.
Āmnah Azhar had her immensely beautiful, young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth tight shut and all her muscles had seized up – until suddenly she let it all out.
“Yessss DURGESH, ANANT MUSLIMĀTCHOD HINDU PIYĀ, – cummmmmming! I’m cummmming toooooooooooo!” Āmnah Azhar screamed, loud enough for me to look around to check that no-one had heard, “Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Oh God – I’m cumming so hard – can’t stop!”
Her young, twenty-eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body was jerking wildly around.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was squeezing and sucking at my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund, demanding every last drop of my Hindu semen be shed inside its welcoming Musalmān embrace.
Āmnah Azhar’s arms were tight around my neck; her legs tight over my Hindu male buttocks as she pulled me as far into her as she could.
In addition, I wasn’t about to disappoint her.
My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund was firmly lodged against her cervix as my creamy Hindu sperm filled her up while Āmnah Azhar shook and shivered and jerked her way through what seemed like a never ending orgasm.
“Oh Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, that was so wonderful,” said Āmnah Azhar as she finally came down from her female Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ecstasy, “If I’d have known it would be that good I’d have made you make love to me years ago!”
“Oh no, you wouldn’t have managed,” I replied, “I wouldn’t have let you.”
“Oh yeah?” she questioned me, “Just as well I didn’t try then!”
Slowly we collapsed, Āmnah Azhar lying on the bed and me with my lips resting on Āmnah Azhar’s.
We held our hands too.
My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund was still penetrating her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“What are you up to?” asked Āmnah Azhar as I moved between her legs once more, “What are you doing?”
“He has just realized I hadn’t done my duty,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed, “I Didn’t clean you up!
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My car followed Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s convertible across the bridge below San Ysidro.
“You’ve cheated me.” Āmnah Azhar had said immense coldly, “You had expressly told me that you were completely free to marry anyone. Now you are telling me an entirely different story.”
“Āmnah Azhar !”
“Please, listen to me, Āmnah Azhar ,”
“You listen to me, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” Āmnah Azhar said bitterly, “You aren’t free to marry anyone. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is still your legally married wife. She has charged you with marrying me illegally. I don’t want any part of it. No illegal action from myself. I’m a law-abiding citizen and I want to remain a law-abiding citizen. I’m not your wife. I don’t want to be your wife, moreover, you two timing double crosser cheat!”
I watched him gravely.
“Shame on you, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“Shame on me! Shame on me? You are snatching away my wife legally, and shame on me? Not on you?”
“You are crazy,” Āmnah Azhar charged him coldly.
“I’m not crazy. I’m a damnfool.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said coldly, “I thought he loved my still extremely beautiful Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī so much that when she forced him to protect me, he rushed after us to protect us.”
“He is sixty-five years old, entire nine years more than twice your own age.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed ironically.
“How do you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“Only seven years older than you?”
“His knowledge, his experiences, his achievements contradict it. He is the lifelong Chairman of HVSI, an organization that’s the highest power on earth now. None can achieve so much in his thirty five years age.”
“That’s what makes Durgesh unique. He is an extraordinary unique man.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed ironically.
“Join his endless Ħaram if you are adamant to do it,”
“He is capable to protect anyone he decides to. You never respected him, yet he came to protect us because your Ammī wanted him to do it. He loves his women irrespective of anything. It’s a pride to be his woman.”
“Bitch!” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said scornfully.
Āmnah Azhar laughed brutally melodically and kissed me on my lips.
I could not help my immensely natural erection.
The lights of Tijuana below the far end of the bridge were an aura against which the steady stars for the moment pitted their brilliance in vain.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, now alone in the car, piloted his car down the wide main street and into the parking place where there was opportunity for me to run my car in beside his.
Āmnah Azhar and I got out.
“Well, here we are. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and you are now husband and wife once more,”
“Once more!” Āmnah Azhar laughed ironically.
“That’s right,” I smiled.
“And you think I’d be glad on this on and off marriage that it’s once more on?”
“I’ve already declared my decision. I want to be protected by the selfless protector that rushed to protect my ever cheater ex illegal husband, despite the fact that he hated his protector.”
I looked into her extremely beautiful eyes.
“That’s your final decision?”
“What do you think? Am I foolish enough not to compare you stepfather and stepson with each other? He cheated me even while I married him, and you protect him despite he doesn’t respect you. I can see who the true diamond is and who the bloody glass imitation is only.”
Āmnah Azhar suddenly was on her knees.
She pulled my zip without any ultimatum, brought my excellent Uncut Hindu Lund out, kissed it with immense love, licked it and then swallowed the sixty-five years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān mouth.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was startled.
He watched her dumbfounded.
And it was his honeymoon with her.
What an irony.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said irritably,
“Dammit, tell me what I’m up against.”
“That even I don’t know exactly,” I said gravely, “You should have acted smarter. Right now, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb holds the every trump card against you.”
“She cheated me,”
“You should have been more careful,”
“I understand, now.”
“It is locking the stable after the horse is stolen.”
“I’m going to find out as much as I can.” I said, “The best way to spike Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s scheme on these proxies is to have enough friendly stockholders there in person to control the meeting. A proxy is always revoked when the person who gave it is present at the meeting.”
“That means you’ve got to give me a list of big stockholders who are friendly and I’ve got to phone them.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī shook his head emphatically in negation.
“I’m sorry. That won’t do. You’ve to contact with female stockholders personally and fuck them in bribery. They are crazy to get your Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund inside their Musalmān Choot. They would certainly come with you personally if you fuck them, but…”
“You are sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. What do you think; I don’t know my own stockholders?”
“Yet, you still blame me that I fuck the beautiful Musalmān houseladies and break their otherwise entirely excellent home.” I said ironically, “If your Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī were not my Live in Relationship Partner…”
“I’ve prepared papers for injunction. I’ll file them in court tomorrow morning if I have to. However, getting your friendly stockholders to attend the meeting in person is the best way.”
“They are not friendly actually to me. They are friendly to Ammī actually. Ammī promised them ultimate intimacy with you. If you just fuck them, they’d do anything for you, not for me. Sorry, but that’s the naked truth. Our womankind is shamelessly ravenous for you. That’s why we are jealous of you tremendously. It’s natural. You can’t blame us for our natural reaction.”
“I had detectives scouring the country for you.” I said curtly, “One of them finally located a filling station attendant in La Jolla who remembered your convertible and said you’d been asking about a hotel. I drove down.”
She looked at me gratefully and started swallowing my entire Hindu semen.
It was more than she was anticipating.
“She was hungry.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said sarcastically, “I think she has more than enough breakfast now. It paid her to be famished more beneficially.”
Āmnah Azhar smiled at him triumphantly proudly.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī averted his eyes acknowledging his immense defeat.
“You folks start on.” He said, “I want to put the top on the car.”
He unfastened the fastenings that held the cover of the top in place.
Āmnah Azhar suddenly brought her face close to mine and said in a low voice,
“MåshāAllah, SubħānAllah, you are too strong, too resourceful. All my fears have gone from me now.”
“Thank you,” I smiled, “You are my woman now. Leave your every problem to me and forget them for ever.”
“You are too wonderful. That was a great blowjob.”
“My pleasure, my master.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī raised the top of the convertible and came to join us.
“There’s a restaurant two doors down.” I told him, “You can find a place to stay here tonight. Tomorrow, you can go on down to Ensenada if you want.”
“When can I come back from Ensenada?”
“And where does that leave you, smart bitch?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked furiously.
Āmnah Azhar smiled triumphantly.
“Saiyān bhayé kotwāl, ab dar kāhé kā?” she raised her thumb at me, “Ask my lawyer about anything legal that pertains to me.”
“In the United States,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said bitterly, “you still are an interloper irrespective of however much you fuck Durgesh. A correspondent, a mistress, a woman living without legal status, in a state of sin. Here in Mexico only, you are my lawfully wedded wife.”
“He sounds as if it’s the damnedest thing for you.” I put my palm on her beautiful buttocks.
“Is it really?” she looked into my eyes.
“Never for my women.” I winked cunningly at her, “I said forget everything, enjoy your honeymoon, not with your husband however, with me, instead.”*
She smiled her thanks at me.
To his utter surprise, he was enjoying his humiliation more than even Āmnah Azhar was enjoying it herself.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was furious at himself.
Why the hell he never feel humiliated?
He didn’t object why his Ammī is doing it.
Instead, he followed his Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, hiding himself and his activities.
He watched us shamelessly when his Ammī seduced me and ultimately I fucked her in almost entire possible and impossible sex positions.
He was thrilled instead of feeling humiliated.
He kept watching us ever whenever his Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, had sex with me.
He always enjoyed it.
He never felt humiliated.
When his Ammī caught Al Nādir Al Ghāzī watching us having sex, she punished him immediately.
“You pervert, you enjoy watching your Ammī having sex with the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu? Okay, now, lick my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and clean our secretions with your pervert tongue.”
“Pervert boy,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī rebuked him, “You enjoy cleaning me thus, instead of being humiliated. It wasn’t a punishment to you. You enjoyed it more. It was a reward to you instead.”
“Allah, this Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī girl, Durgesh, we have to do something of her.”
“Not possible,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled ironically, “Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī has a tighter Pussy than you have and she is providing her Nanads, sisters, cousins and her other immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends to Durgesh to fuck them.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled politely.
“I suggest one thing, Ammī. You yourself have a large number of beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends. They are themselves crazy to fuck Durgesh too. Why not complete with Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī in pleasing Durgesh sexually more and more?”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī was dumbfounded at his suggestion.
She didn’t dare to start it, but her own daughter, Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī, started it.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī had no option except to compete with her own daughter, Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī, her younger version actually.
Allah, doesn’t he have any self-respect left even infinitesimal?
Why the hell he enjoys his own humiliation so much?
Nevertheless, he wasn’t alone in enjoying his own humiliation, he knew.
The entire Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, being established by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Seven Movements and her entire Young Musalmān Lady Brigade consists of the same self-respect less Pseudo Musalmīn.
Moreover, they are increasing in numbers day by day.
Is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan right?
I hugged Āmnah Azhar smiling triumphantly.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī understood fully what the hell was happening with him and why.
Yet, they never wanted to acknowledge it.
Every one of them had their different reasons.
Yet, the outcome was the same ever.
They loved their own humiliation.
Actually, to be more sincere, they were obsessed with it.
The entire Pseudo Musalmīn were paying the cost of Karbala now, ever since Yazīd malåūn lånat ålayhi massacred the true Musalmīn and forced the true Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties to please Hindus sexually to humiliate the Mujāhidāt-e-Islam.
It was a tradition among Pseudo Musalmīn to humiliate the mujahidin-o-Mujāhidāt-e-Islam to massacre the mujahidin and force the true Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties to please Hindus sexually to humiliate the Mujāhidāt-e-Islam.
I smiled at Āmnah Azhar ,
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is correct, however, darling. Such are the ramifications, implications, of the International law. When Al Nādir Al Ghāzī goes to the United States, he is married to Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. He is also guilty of illegal marriage, probably. Yet, when you are here in Mexico, you are lawfully wedded to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, and Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is nothing more than an ex-wife who has no legal status.”
“And that’s the most absurd damn thing!” Āmnah Azhar blazed, “I naturally can’t build a big house, with the International Border running through the bedroom.”
“You bastard,” Āmnah Azhar shouted, “you don’t have any moral right to tease me any more.”
“Yet, I still have the legal right, my dear wife,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled cunningly.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, don’t compel me to do something more drastic with you. Wallah, I’d never hesitate. You have done such an injustice with me that…”
“What do the hell more drastic you want to do with me? You’ve already sucked my sixty-five years old Hindu stepfather in my very presence humiliating me tremendously.”
“I can make you to watch Durgesh fuck me and lick me clean of our sexual secretions, you moron.” She shouted.
“Well, that’s nothing new to me.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed challenging Āmnah Azhar , “Ever since my childhood I’m doing it for my sisters, my Ammī, etcetera. It would be more shameful to you, my dear wife, not to me. I dare you. Go ahead.”
Āmnah Azhar was stunned.
She could never expect this amazing revelation from him.”
She was dumbfounded.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was not even the slightest ashamed of it.
He had revealed it as if it was a trophy for him instead.
Ultimately, she herself changed the subject frigidly.
I led the way to the restaurant.
I ordered large, tender steaks.
When they were finished, I suggested,
“There’s a new hotel I know here, the Kħātūn-e-Jannat. Let’s stay there and tomorrow morning you can give me the names of your female stockholders I’ve to fuck…”
“What do you mean?”
“They have immense hold on my stockholders. If they want my stockholders to be present in person somewhere, my stockholders are entirely incapable to refuse them.”
“You too go with Durgesh.” Āmnah Azhar suggested sarcastically, “After all, who will lick their Musalmān Cunts and gorgeous plump Musalmān ass of the secretions after Durgesh would fuck them to bring your stockholders to the meeting?”
To her sheer surprise, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī beamed to the idea.
“That’s the superb idea. If Dad hasn’t any objection…”
“Stop it!” I said angrily, “You two! Stop humiliating each other.”
Āmnah Azhar and I looked at each other.
“I’ll be damned,” Āmnah Azhar said defeated as if, ultimately.
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