I was surprised to see a female Musalmān Police woman smiling lewdly at what she had discovered.
I smiled and lowered the window.
“It seems like you have a problem there, sir, but that the young Musalmān lady is handling it – so to speak.”
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl smiled, undid my zip and allowed my Hindu monster to spring free.
“Officer, could you do me a favor?” I said smiling at her as she gawped at it. “Please go into that shop and hold everyone in there for an hour on a drugs investigation.”
I slipped £2,000 into her hand.
“May I ask why?” she said.
“My son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, is in there and I am going to fuck his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend,” I winked at her arrogantly.
“Please inform him, after an hour, that I paid “1,000 to get him released more quickly,” I said passing her another grand.
“I have your number plate, so I may look you up, I too need that big Uncut Hindu thing into me, instead of your bloody money. Your Uncut Hindu Lund is more famous, more needed, more popular and more obsessed to, among us Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies, than even yourself are. Take your bloody money back and promise me that big thing inside me. You would certainly find my services are more faithful and more dependable.” she said smiling down at my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Oh, don’t worry for that. Keep the money however as the bonus too. I look forward to it.”
The next thing Nādirshāh Durrānī knew the shop had been sealed off and all Nādirshāh Durrānī was told was that an investigation needed to be carried out.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl and I arrived back at the house.
We were still smiling and Al Saħar Al Iqbāl was still teasing me with her excellent Musalmān cleavage.
We went upstairs to my office where she peeled off her t-shirt to reveal her lacy bra which supported her massive firm bouncy Musalmān tits.
I released my Hindu monster and asked her to compare it with Nādirshāh Durrānī’s.
She grabbed it and pressed it between her deep Musalmān cleavage.
“I didn’t even notice when Nādirshāh Durrānī’s cut Musalmān nūnī was between these, but I think I have to be blind not to notice yours.”
she said in her posh sweet little girl’s voice.
My 12 inch Uncut Hindu Cock started driving between her Musalmān tits.
It was easily long enough to reach up into her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth and back into her throat.
This was what Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had wanted all evening and once again I had made it happen.
She looked so pretty sucking on me desperately whilst my hands squeezed and enjoyed her huge Musalmān tits.
I was building to a huge climax when someone suddenly opened the bedroom door.
My heart stopped for the third Time that night.
I turned and saw Al Zubaydah Al Imām standing there with her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth open, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl’s wife and my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī’s best friend.*
Al Zubaydah Al Imām was just 5 or so years younger than my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī.
They had returned and Al Zubaydah Al Imām had come upstairs to find her daughter whilst her friend sorted out the charity things downstairs.
This was Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s Ammī, Al Zubaydah Al Imām, who was looking at her daughter’s red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān lips around My huge Hindu weapon.
I had my huge Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat and the shaft was wrapped in her huge melons. Al Zubaydah Al Imām just stood there for a few seconds before saying:
“Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife is downstairs. Lucky it was me who came upstairs first huh. Enjoying my daughter’s Musalmān tits, are you? Ever wondered where she inherited them from, big Uncut Hindu Lund?”
With that Al Zubaydah Al Imām bent forward and pressed her huge 40FF Musalmān tits together.
They didn’t normally sag at all but when Al Zubaydah Al Imām pressed her arms around and underneath her Musalmān tits the sight was even more amazing as her Cocktail dress she had worn to the charity do barely contained her amazing Musalmān boobs which were even bigger than her daughter’s.
She looked at Al Saħar Al Iqbāl:
“Are you enjoying His large Uncut Hindu Lund , well, should I say unbelievably large Uncut Hindu Cock, darling. More than Nādirshāh Durrānī’s, I would guess? What would Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl say, Durgesh?”
Al Zubaydah Al Imām just smiled at me, looking between my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock and my eyes. Al Zubaydah Al Imām added:
“My best friend, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, is downstairs and Allah knows where your son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, is. Your best friend, my husband, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl, thinks you are an honorable Hindu man, but you seem to be staring at his wife, Al Zubaydah Al Imām’s, huge Musalmān tits with your Uncut Hindu Lund down his daughter’s Musalmān throat.”
With my eyes fixed on Al Zubaydah Al Imām’s Musalmān tits I felt my Hindu balls spasm and my Uncut Hindu Lund increased in size impossibly.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had no ability to take this amount of cum as a night’s teasing was released down Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s throat.
I pushed in and filled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān mouth with my Hindu Vīrý abundantly.
I still had plenty left.
I smiled and beckoned Al Zubaydah Al Imām towards me.
As she slid my huge slick Uncut Hindu Cock between her enormous firm Musalmān tits she whispered,
“Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl would kill you, Durgesh, if he knew.”
“That’s right, Al Zubaydah Al Imām darling,” I winked at her lewdly, significantly and cunningly, “If he knew. Poor Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl. How can he know after all? Neither you are going to tell him, nor Al Saħar Al Iqbāl. And I am not stupid enough to tell him.”
Al Zubaydah Al Imām, Al Saħar Al Iqbāl and I, all the three of us smiled wickedly, cunningly and winking at each other.
I pressed my Uncut Hindu Cock between her Musalmān lips and to Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s amazement started to fuck her Ammī’s Musalmān tits and head.
I came endlessly down Al Zubaydah Al Imām’s throat and said arrogantly:
“You may have been married to Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl for over 20 years, but 20 seconds of my Uncut Hindu Cock are worth more than all those years with Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl. Remember,
‘Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash,”
My Uncut Hindu Cock was pressed down her Musalmān throat and was releasing my Hindu cum endlessly when I gave her an ultimatum:
“Al Zubaydah Al Imām, you have a 5 % share in the company Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl and I have invested in. He stands to make £10 million tomorrow if you vote with me on the share deal, if you cast your vote for me I will make the money. It has been a private competition but Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl thinks he has the edge because of your vote. Betray Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl or you will never enjoy this Hindu monster after tonight.”
“What makes you think I would vote for you?” Al Zubaydah Al Imām asked as my Uncut Hindu Cock finally left her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.
I flipped her over and drove my Uncut Hindu Cock inside of her.
She shuddered at the enormity of it as it filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, the way Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl’s cut Musalmān nūnī never would.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl giggled:
“I think that is the winning move by Durgesh, Ammī, – poor Abbū, he never had a chance. I don’t think he has his cut Musalmān nūnī anywhere around this ever greatest ever miraculous ever utmost wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund. It’s a lifetime offer for you from Durgesh the greatest lover of us Musalmān Beauties, of us extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
When Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl heard the result the next day he was livid.
He phoned Al Zubaydah Al Imām to ask what had happened.
Her vote should have secured me the deal and more importantly I would finally have got one over him.
“Al Zubaydah Al Imām, did you vote today?” he said urgently.
“Oh yes, Durgesh said to vote for him as it would help you. Oh!” she stifled a groan, “Do you want to speak to Durgesh? Hold on, he is just here… Oh fuck yes, ram your enormous Uncut Hindu Lund in me, you Hindu stud.”
Thankfully she had pressed mute before the final sentence.
I had screwed my business partner, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl, and now I was screwing his Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zubaydah Al Imām, again.
“I win again Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl,” I said as I blasted my Hindu cum into Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl’s wife and grabbed her huge Musalmān tits.
Al Zubaydah Al Imām took the phone and said to Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl:
“Don’t tell me Durgesh has screwed us, Allah, oh God,”
The ‘Allah, oh God’ related to me thrusting back inside her but Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl thought it was shock about the money.
“Out of a lot of money, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl? Don’t worry, I am sure I can convince Durgesh to give me half back.”
Al Zubaydah Al Imām hung up and pressed her Musalmān tits into My face.
Al Zubaydah Al Imām laughed as I kissed her huge nipples and mauled her massive firm Musalmān tits in both hands.
“Something tells me I am going to be competing with my daughter for this ever greatest Uncut Hindu Lund but I am always a winner too, Durgesh. Your wife is my best friend and she trusts me implicitly but I still can’t get enough of your Uncut Hindu Cock. Isn’t it a tragedy you must end immediately?”
I smiled, nodded and obliged her.
I had therefore turned up at the wedding wondering just what would happen.
As I sat at the table alone I stared at the table containing Al Saħar Al Iqbāl and her Ammī.
They were competing for how much cleavage they could show and I strummed my fingers along my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
Next thing I knew there was a hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock and as I turned, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was crossing her long legs and whispering in my ear:
“Let me do that for you.”
“Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī , your boyfriend and my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, and my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, are standing 10 yards away.”
“Lost your nerve eh. Well this is worth taking risks for,” she said unzipping me.
“And it is 3 days since you have had your hands on these legs,” she said.
She crossed her long legs and smiled into my eyes as she started giving me a hand job.
I caved in and started enjoying her firm tanned Musalmān thighs with my hand.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī slid under the table and took my Uncut Hindu Cock head in her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth just before Nādirshāh Durrānī walked over.
I couldn’t believe he got myself in these positions.
No one had seen Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī slip under the table and I now proceeded to force my Uncut Hindu Cock down her lips whilst Nādirshāh Durrānī moaned to his Sixty four years old yet immensely hyper sexual, immensely capable, Hindu father, Durgesh, about what a bitch Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was.
I wasn’t really listening and my eyes drifted past Nādirshāh Durrānī to Al Zubaydah Al Imām who was staring straight at me.
“Naughty Hindu man” she mouthed. “Cum now.”
I realized someone knew exactly where Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was and what she was doing.
Al Zubaydah Al Imām pressed her Musalmān tits together whilst she sat next to Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl and the sight of those Musalmān tits compared with Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s expert manipulation of my Hindu weapon meant that I had to fire.
I turned to Nādirshāh Durrānī as I started to explode and said with immense control and sophistication:
“I heard you and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī broke up and the office rumors are that she is seeing some stud. I’m sorry,”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī squeezed my balls and the volume of my Hindu cum increased down her Musalmān throat.
“I know she is very pretty, son, but I am sure you will find another Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend soon. I may have to bring Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī round for dinner as Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī and I are working very closely together right now,” I said as I finally started to pull my Uncut Hindu Lund from her lips.
I looked over at Al Zubaydah Al Imām who mouthed “me next” at me.
I nodded my agreement to Al Zubaydah Al Imām, stroked Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s hair under the table and smiled at my good Bhogyantrānk.
Well, I never missed my Stavans whatsoever, the hell, the circumstances were ever.
Nādirshāh Durrānī had been single for some Time after he had been ditched over the phone by Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, whilst Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī took Nādirshāh Durrānī’s Hindu father’s huge Uncut Hindu Cock up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot and she explained to Nādirshāh Durrānī that she had found a proper Hindu man.
Even then, Nādirshāh Durrānī refused to understand extremely imprudently my point of view.
His Ammī, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, ultimately lost her patience,
“Have you gone entirely crazy, Varchésh?”
“Nādirshāh Durrānī, Ammī, please,” Nādirshāh Durrānī protested.
“To hell with your bloody Nādirshāh Durrānī.” Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī thundered at her son, “How many times I have told you Nādirshāh Durrānī was a looter, a dacoit. He wasn’t any ideal for any human being.”
“That’s a Hindu view, Ammī. Hindus never appreciated any Islamic Warriors. They called them Pseudo Musalmīn always.”
“Stop it.” Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī was immensely furious at him, “you ever impotent, you are teaching me Jihād?”
“Someone has to do it, Ammī.” Nādirshāh Durrānī said gravely, “I can’t expect that from my ever sexiest, ever immoral, ever dirtiest Hindu father, Durgesh. Naturally, I have to remind you, therefore, you are a Musalmān doshīzah. We Musalmīn have a mission of existence.”
“Sure,” Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī said immensely sarcastically, “to loot the non Musalmīn, to plunder them, to massacre them, as your ever ideal, Nādirshāh Durrānī, the looter, did.”
“Ammī, my Hindu father Durgesh has fucked your Īmān too.”
Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī could not bear it.
She slapped her son belligerently.
Nādirshāh Durrānī smiled.
“Sorry, Ammī, you always have this right. You can slap me anywhere anytime you think you should discipline me. I am your son. My Jannat-e-Firdaus is under your ever muqaddastarīn feet. But sorry, I can’t let my ever immoral Hindu father, Durgesh, fuck my Īmān too, as you always let him do it to your own Īmān.”
Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī smiled ironically.
“Your Hindu father, Durgesh, has never fucked my Īmān, you stupid. You are so filled with your ever irrational ever communal prejudices that you never listened to your parents. You hate your father because he is a Hindu, but he still loves you.”
“Oh, sure, by fucking my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends one by one?”
“Why not? If they cheat you, your father has a moral duty to show you that they are cheaters. They don’t love you.”
“And he can do it, only by fucking them?”
“That’s the ultimate evidence that they don’t love you, isn’t it? If they can even fuck your Hindu father, instead of being loyal and faithful to you and to your immensely moral masculine Muslim love, what the hell else remains to show you that they are not suitable to be your wife?”*
There had been something of a difficult atmosphere at home recently, no arguments or anything.
I did not know what the problem was.
My Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib, seemed so quiet and stressed, not his usual chirpy self.
He had recently been ill with some heart problem.
He appeared to be okay now, yet still was on medication.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, also seemed affected.
She was putting on a happy face, trying to be cheerful and act as normal as possible.
It was normally such a happy home.
I loved them both and hated to see them in this sort of mood.
Ålī Abī Tālib was an ever faithful son to me, despite he was Nādirshāh Durrānī’s one of the closest friends, and his Māmūzād Cousin even.
Ålī Abī Tālib was not my real son, while Nādirshāh Durrānī was.
Only Ålī Abī Tālib’s Ammī, Fātimah Bint Asad, was my Live in relationship partner now,after she kicked her husband, Abī Tālib, out of her house.
“You? You are suspecting that I’m having a clandestine affair with Durgesh?”
Abī Tālib looked at her gravely.
“Fātimah Bint Asad, I can appreciate your intelligent move to replace me with Durgesh in your sex life, but at least you should have been bold enough not to keep it clandestine.”
Fātimah Bint Asad was dumbfounded.
She could not believe Abī Tālib was accusing her of infidelity with Durgesh.
“Abī Tālib,” Fātimah Bint Asad controlled herself beyond every nerve she could muster, “I don’t know how should I reply you legally. But as it happens this is my residence. Leave my residence immediately. I can’t bear you here any more.”
Abī Tālib was startled himself.
“Fātimah Bint Asad, I mean…”
Fātimah Bint Asad lost her temper.
She just started kicking Abī Tālib with her feet alternately one by one.
“Leave my residence immediately, damn you. Haven’t you listened to what I said? Get out. At once.”
Every effort of Abī Tālib, to reconciliation, went worthless.
Fātimah Bint Asad didn’t want to listen to even a single word from Abī Tālib.
Abī Tālib had to leave the residence without any delay.
He felt himself humiliated beyond forgiveness.
Fātimah Bint Asad kept kicking him with her feet until he literally was not out of her residence.*
They lived in Ved Nagar where everybody important knew everybody else important similarly.
I got home at around eleven thirty and was surprised to see my Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib, in the living room on his own drinking, which was quite unusual.
He was not a big drinker, although he did have an occasional tipple and always with Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
However, this time she had gone to bed, he had had a couple, although he was far from drunk and was quite lucid.
“Hi Ålī Abī Tālib, you okay?” I asked him.
“Oh hi Dad, I’m fine thanks, grab a juice from the fridge and join me, please.”
Well that was unusual, although I did have and a juice with him sometimes, it was not usual at this time of night.
I sat on the sofa opposite Ålī Abī Tālib and took a sip of my juice.
He was quiet for a couple of seconds, I waited for him to speak, and he was fidgeting with his glass and obviously had something on his mind.
“Dad, I am sure you have noticed a little tension just recently, I apologise you for that.”
“No worries, Ålī Abī Tālib” I answered interrupting him.
He smiled at me weakly,
“You’re a good Dad, Durgesh Pāpājī, but there are worries, you are sixty four now yet the only man here to hear what I have got to tell you,”
He took another sip of his whisky, took a deep breath and continued.
“Since my illness there are certain things I cannot do any more,”
“Ålī Abī Tālib, I will do all I can, to help you, you know that, you opted to live with me instead of your real Abbū, Abī Tālib. I’d promised you that you would never have to regret for this decision.” I said interrupting him.
“Pāpājī, I’m grateful for that. Abbū disowned even me. He suspected I was an illicit son of my Ammī, Fātimah Bint Asad, and you.”
“Forget that, Ålī Abī Tālib, it doesn’t make any difference. I said you are my son, because Fātimah Bint Asad is your Ammī.”
“I’m sorry that my sisters raped you. They refused to accept you their father.”
“Well, that is already a history now, Ålī Abī Tālib.” I smiled, “That can’t be reversed anyhow. Your sisters are my Live in relationship partners now, yes, but you are still my son. Don’t worry. Want me do something for you?”
“Sure, and thanks a lot. That’s kind of what I was hoping,” he chuckled, “but please hear me out this is going to be very hard for me.”
Ålī Abī Tālib looked into his glass and was obviously searching for the right words.
“I have not been able to get an erection for quite some time now,” he blurted out. “I am not sure if the medication is affecting me or that my illness has had an adverse and unexpected side effect.”
I was pleased that he found me man enough to talk to, but I felt awkward at what I had been told and looked at Ålī Abī Tālib gravely.
“Your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, has been very understanding and has very loving and patient,” he pointed out. “But I know she misses sex badly.”
Ålī Abī Tālib was now blushing and was finding this confession to even me, a very very hard work for him.”
I thought about what he had said and tried to reassure him, but I was also surprised at his confession and what he had said about Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
“I am sure it will all come good. Just be patient and try not to worry.” I said trying to reassure him.
He waved his hand in a gesture of defeat,
“The doctor said that he was not sure about my recovery and that it probably never will recover at all.”
He looked thoughtfully into his glass again as if hoping to find an answer to his problem there.
“I know that a Father in Law should not hear things like this about his Daughter in Law, but life and people go on the same, even after they have had children.”
He paused and looked at me, “Your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, is a very sexual person she really loves making love, she will do it at the drop of a hat, or should that be trousers,” he chuckled.
“She would never refuse me at all, she really likes sex, more than that she adores it and although I try to satisfy her in other ways it is not the same for her, I have even brought her a dildo. I know she misses the feel of,”
He looked away for a second.
This was becoming very difficult for him.
Ålī Abī Tālib was a proud Muslim and this admission to me was hurting him very much.
Yet Ålī Abī Tālib hadn’t another option.
“I know she misses the feel of a stiff penis,” Ålī Abī Tālib said, “Allah! Oh fuck, let’s say it as it is after all we are both grown men, she misses a good hard cock.” Ålī Abī Tālib stressed.
I was shocked into silence as Ålī Abī Tālib described Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s personal habits and thoughts of her getting fucked came into my mind.
I tried to ignore them.
I had always acknowledged that she is a good-looking woman for twenty eight, very slim with a nice figure, but I have never looked on her in any way sexual before.
“I am sorry for her, Ålī Abī Tālib,” I replied sincerely.
“I know Dad,” Ålī Abī Tālib answered softly, “this must be difficult for you, but we have always been mates and you are the only sensible one and logically the only person that can really help.”
I lifted my eyebrows in surprise.
I had no idea at all what I could do to help them in this situation.
“Do you find your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, attractive, or is she repulsive to you?” he asked.
I was taken aback by the suddenness of the question.
“That’s a strange question to ask,” I paused and considered my words, “she is a very pretty lady, and she has a nice looking female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body,”
I answered gravely at speaking about her in those terms.
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled at me.
“Yes she is, isn’t she? And she could pull any man in this Ved Nagar if she wanted to.”
I nodded agreement, my eyes looked elsewhere, not looking at him.
“I want you to know that I love her dearly and she loves me, it’s for that reason that I am talking to you now.” Ålī Abī Tālib explained quietly.
“I want your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, to get what she has been missing, she needs to be satisfied.”
I jerked my head up and looked at him with surprise,
“You want Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, to take a lover, is that what you are telling me?” my voice sounded sharp and angry.
“Well sort of, but please hear me out before you form any rash opinions of me.” He said.
“If she is to do that, it would soon get about and I would hate that, for her to get a bad reputation and sully the family’s good name.”
He shifted to the edge of his seat,
“It has to be someone who is totally discreet, a person that loves her and can give her the affection she seeks.”
He shifted his eyes back to his empty glass and poured himself another small shot.
I took a slug of my juice.
“Let me tell you a secret, your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, has always had a fantasy, and that is to be sexually dominated by a man, perhaps even more than it may be a real desire. She would want to be his sort of slave to be at his beck and call and do his bidding.”
I sat open mouthed as Ålī Abī Tālib continued to talk about Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, like this.
“I was never able to totally fulfil that for her in that way, so it has to be someone that can be like that for her, someone who can grow into the role, but to do it with the love he feels for her.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ålī Abī Tālib, where do you hope to find some one like that?” I asked him with a touch of anger still in my voice.
He sat back in his chair,
“There is only one person that has all those qualities,” he answered looking me in the eye, “There is only one person who can help me and more importantly help your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad,” he answered in a whisper.
Then a little louder with confidence in his voice,
“That person is you, Pāpājī .”*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Pseudo Musalmīn almost invariably criticized Hindus and Hinduism that they were sex oriented.
But they never realized the ever irrefutable historical scientific fact that it was actually the basic reason Hinduism and Hindus always survived invariably.
Not only Pseudo Musalmīn, almost the entire non Hindus did the same essential mistake in understanding and dealing with the Hindus, causing their womankind losing to Hindus ever.
Yet, they were still adamant to criticize Hindus and Hinduism for it.
They could never understand Hindus were never as foolish and stupid as to leave their ever irrefutable crucial means of survival.
That afternoon the 3 of us started the bike ride.
Al Fātimah Al Saåīd was much happier and Nādirshāh Durrānī was hopeful we could get back on track after her hurtful laughing last night.
We were riding for 20 minutes when we reached the first of 4 big hills.
Nādirshāh Durrānī was working much harder now.
I had made sure we all knew the route and had encouraged Al Fātimah Al Saåīd to challenge me that I was too old to get over the hills.
I turned to them both and said:
“See if you two youngsters can cope with my speed.*
I accelerated away and Al Fātimah Al Saåīd tried to respond.
Nādirshāh Durrānī called for her to wait for him, Al Fātimah Al Saåīd turned and shouted:
“Surely you can keep up with your own father. Can’t you? Who the hell is young, you or your sixty four years old still ever athletic Hindu father?”
As she accelerated away to catch me, Nādirshāh Durrānī thought he heard her say something about him not inheriting my abilities and thought it was cruel of his Sixty four years old yet immensely hyper sexual, immensely capable, Hindu father, Durgesh, and her to laugh at Nādirshāh Durrānī’s lack of cycling ability.
Instead of investigating, perusing and learning why he was losing always to me, Nādirshāh Durrānī always thought erroneously that I deliberately humiliated him.
He was still as incurable as he was earlier.
He was still adamant not to take any lesson from losing his Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān girlfriends one by one to me.
I was constantly trying to make him think on his sexual life gravely.
Yet, Nādirshāh Durrānī was still adamant not to think gravely ever on the matter.
He had vowed to think on it only communally ever.
Nādirshāh Durrānī still thought ever erroneously that he was Never responsible for what he was losing constantly.
I was deliberately defeating him, to humiliate him.
Nādirshāh Durrānī still thought incurably that I was too as an ever incurable communal Hindu as he himself was an ever incurable communal Pseudo Musalmān.
Very quickly Al Fātimah Al Saåīd and I were miles ahead as Nādirshāh Durrānī labored and stopped on the first hill.
We were racing quickly but not in competition, but in order to get as far ahead as possible so that we could stop and fuck for as long as possible.
Al Fātimah Al Saåīd was desperate to be fucked by the Hindu monster she had tried to swallow this morning.
She never thought of Nādirshāh Durrānī after it.
Why the hell should she?
She needed sex.
Every woman needs that.
She wasn’t alone.
What was the use of Nādirshāh Durrānī if he was incapable to provide her what she needed so intensely?
Why the hell should Al Fātimah Al Saåīd not go to Nādirshāh Durrānī’s Hindu father, if he could provide Al Fātimah Al Saåīd what she needed so intensely, so immensely?
We stopped at the top of the third hill.
There was no-one around for miles and Nādirshāh Durrānī was probably laboring an hour behind us.
She bent forward and pulled her top off –
“Don’t you feel bad that you are going to fuck your son’s girlfriend?” Al Fātimah Al Saåīd tested me.
“Not as bad as you would feel if I put this away,” I said waving my huge hard Uncut Hindu Lund in her face.
“You arrogant Hindu scoundrel,” she said grabbing my Uncut Hindu Cock and sucking it desperately into her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth before I could withdraw my offering.
For 20 minutes I simply fucked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth with my huge Hindu knob.
She desperately wanted to feel my huge Hindu balls explode in her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth again but I controlled myself.
She was pretty and busty but I had enjoyed better extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties Uncut Hindu Cocksuckers, than the inexperienced Al Fātimah Al Saåīd, and my main turn on was the fact that I was educating my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, by stamping my dominance over him.
I eventually pulled it out of Al Fātimah Al Saåīd’s mouth even against the protests from her.
“But I want you to cum like this morning,” she pleaded.
“Oh I will honey, but first I am going to reshape your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
Her fear and pain as I put my Hindu monster in her, turned to constant orgasms over the next half hour as I lived up to my promise and fucked her so that she wouldn’t walk properly again that week.
“If I cum in you, you will be pregnant. Are you on the pill.”
“Yes, I need you to cum in me. Don’t you dare pull out, Durgesh, please,” she screamed.
I pressed my Hindu monster deepest inside her and said:
“Do you think Nādirshāh Durrānī could reach up there with practice?”.
She laughed and I smiled my success in managing to send the message to Nādirshāh Durrānī what he was losing, why he was losing and how he could get it back, if he really wanted to.
The problem was, Nādirshāh Durrānī still thought my message was communal, instead of my parental duty to him.
What a moron, Eīshān! Eīshān!!
“Not even half way, now stop bragging and empty those ever excellent Hindu balls of yours into me.” Al Fātimah Al Saåīd requested.
I smiled down at her and complied with her demand.
In 3 huge Hindu thrusts I was cumming an endless stream of my hot Hindu cum into her.
Two minutes later Al Fātimah Al Saåīd looked like she had been fucked half to death but she had a strange vicious immensely triumphant smile on her face as I pushed my still hard Hindu monster into her.
“We have 15 minutes I reckon before Nādirshāh Durrānī gets here so there is time for me to fill your throat with my Hindu cum as promised,” I smiled at Al Fātimah Al Saåīd.
“Do you never stop or go soft?” she asked in amazement.
I grabbed my balls and said:
“I will save this load for my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, then, should I?” and I started to put it away.
“That would be a waste,” Al Fātimah Al Saåīd said wickedly and grabbed my huge Uncut Hindu Cock and wanked it lewdly in front of her open mouth licking it. “Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife is such a nice person, why would she marry a Hindu sex maniac like you. But then again your wife doesn’t have a pair like these to make your Uncut Hindu Cock constantly hard, does she?”
Al Fātimah Al Saåīd pressed her large Musalmān tits together and slid the angry looking Hindu weapon between them.
“She is a plain Musalmān woman who gets this Uncut Hindu Lund every so often, and she is grateful for it. I provide her with all the money she could ever need and of course she does even know that I fuck any Musalmān woman that wants me to fuck her, as you yourself do.”
“Including her beloved son’s girlfriend?” Al Fātimah Al Saåīd commented sarcastically.
“Exactly, why the hell not, if the girlfriend is not loyal to her beloved son? If she can cheat our beloved son for my Uncut Hindu Lund, why the hell our beloved son should suffer for such a cheater?” I said pressing my Uncut Hindu Lund down her Musalmān throat as I watched my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, wind his way up the hill towards us. ” Nādirshāh Durrānī will be here in 5 minutes so you better clean this off fast,” I said and just minutes after I had emptied my balls into her I pointed my Uncut Hindu Cock at her open mouth and erupted.
Al Fātimah Al Saåīd marveled at my virility as my pungent thick Hindu cum continued to fill her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and shoot into her nonstop.
With Nādirshāh Durrānī about to come round the final bend Al Fātimah Al Saåīd went to the nearby brook to wash the cum out of her face and hands.
I smiled and popped my Hindu weapon inside my shorts – but not for long.
Like almost entire beautiful Musalmān women I had met, Al Fātimah Al Saåīd too had become obsessed by my Uncut Hindu Cock and would take big risks to be fucked by it or just to hold it.
Every free 5 minutes we had, I fucked her or she blew me off.
She explained to Nādirshāh Durrānī that she couldn’t walk properly for a few days because of saddle sore keeping up with his Sixty four years old yet immensely hyper sexual, immensely capable, Hindu father, Durgesh.
Only recently had this holiday caused any concern for Nādirshāh Durrānī after what had happened to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.
Al Fātimah Al Saåīd had dumped Nādirshāh Durrānī on her return from holiday, without ever fucking him, but she said she wanted to stay friends and keep in touch with Nādirshāh Durrānī’s family.*
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd heard Nādirshāh Durrānī’s edited version of that holiday and realized that Nādirshāh Durrānī’s Hindu father has almost certainly replaced Nādirshāh Durrānī in Al Fātimah Al Saåīd’s bed that week and subsequently.
Nādirshāh Durrānī needs brought down a peg or two she thought to herself.
She stroked Nādirshāh Durrānī’s hair and pressed her Musalmān tits into his face.
Oh Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, she heard him say as Nādirshāh Durrānī released himself into his trousers again.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd said lovingly:
“You can’t fuck me until you learn self-control, Nādirshāh Durrānī. But it is nice to know you like me soooo much,”
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd smiled pushing her jumper bound Musalmān tits firmer into his face.
My Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, and I together with Nādirshāh Durrānī, had been invited to the wedding of Nizāmuddīn and Al Saħar Al Iqbāl.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl was the daughter of my main business associate, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl.
Nizāmuddīn was employed by my company.
My son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, and Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had a brief relationship which failed for the usual reason – I.
Once again, Nādirshāh Durrānī refused to understand his real problem.
He was adamant immensely imprudently not to improve his actions.
The results were consequently themselves unimproved.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had the looks of someone from a rich family.
She spoke with a posh accent and had very pretty blue eyes.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had turned up at the wedding in her customary mini skirt expecting my attention, but Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had assets which even the very beautiful Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was struggling to compete with – massive firm Musalmān tits.
The plunging neckline and unnecessary wonder bra meant that the men in the room all were mainly looking one way – Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s exquisite Musalmān cleavage.
I thought her new Musalmān husband Nizāmuddīn looked uncomfortable with the way she looked, as did Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s father, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl, who spent half an hour telling me that his daughter should have dressed more modestly for the occasion, as my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī had.
Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl was extremely rich and gave his daughter everything she wanted.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl hadn’t done a day’s work in her life and had been just 20 when I first met her at Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl’s house.
My Uncut Hindu Lund had twitched in my trousers when I saw her but I had been involved in a major deal and so had not been able to spend Time with her.
I was amazed to hear that my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, was dating her 6 months later.
Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl was very pleased as he could see the financial benefits of such a match.
Nādirshāh Durrānī brought Al Saħar Al Iqbāl round for tea shortly after their relationship started.
She wore a low cut tea shirt above a visible black bra which pushed her massive Musalmān tits together and dangerously near her chin.
I had enjoyed screwing Nādirshāh Durrānī’s first girlfriend, Al Fātimah Al Saåīd and especially her Musalmān tits but Al Saħar Al Iqbāl was in the premier league when it came to Musalmān tits.
I was sure she noticed my Uncut Hindu Lund twitching in my trousers as she entered the room.
She smiled at me and said,
“Hello again, Durgesh. You didn’t speak with me last Time I met Nādirshāh Durrānī. You were far too busy doing boring business with my Abbū.”
She crossed her arms under her incredible Musalmān tits and pouted.
She then turned and chatted to Nādirshāh Durrānī and his Ammī, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, for an hour or so before dinner.
I simply sat at the table.
I sat next to Al Saħar Al Iqbāl at dinner with my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, and Nādirshāh Durrānī opposite them.
I saw my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, ogling his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend’s double E sized Musalmān tits and thought to myself :
“I don’t blame you for looking, son, she deserves it.”
Nādirshāh Durrānī had in fact cum between her Musalmān tits a few days earlier and it had been the best moment of his life.
Nādirshāh Durrānī felt like he was king of the world.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had barely needed a tissue to wipe away his dribble and had been uninspired by his desperate desire for her.
What the hell could she do of his desperate desire for her, after all?
It was more than obvious it was beyond his capacity absolutely to satisfy her sexual needs completely.
Studying My trousers before dinner she could clearly see a huge thick Hindu bulge twitching with desire for her oversized Musalmān tits.
She was therefore now enjoying wanking my huge Uncut Hindu rod in her right Musalmān hand under the table whilst sipping wine and chatting with my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī.
I knew I could resist cumming as long as I didn’t look into her huge cleavage but I felt it was an incredible turn on to discuss the week’s activities with my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, whilst our son’s girlfriend explored the huge head of my Uncut Hindu Cock and thick smooth shaft with her right Musalmān hand and occasionally tickled and groped at my huge sperm filled Hindu balls with her deft Musalmān fingers.
My pleasure was interrupted when my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, suddenly dropped her knife.
If she looked under the table she would be looking straight across at my huge Hindu manhood throbbing in Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s tiny Musalmān hand.
The game would be up.
I knew my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, would never leave me and that I would continue to live with her but it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun if she knew about it.
The power came from never getting caught.
My Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, began to duck her head to lean and pick up the knife when Al Saħar Al Iqbāl cooed:
“Oh let me, Ammī,” and dived under the table.
“Thank you, Al Saħar Al Iqbāl, very kind of you,” my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, smiled.
“No problem at all, Ammī,” Al Saħar Al Iqbāl responded.
As she reached the knife she turned and took the chance to stretch her red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lips over My huge Uncut Hindu Cock.
I wanted more than anything to thrust my hips forward but I resisted.
It was better to control myself and let Al Saħar Al Iqbāl herself do everything she wanted to.
After dinner My Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, left for a posh charity to which she was attending with Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s Ammī, Al Zubaydah Al Imām.
I tried to keep control as Al Saħar Al Iqbāl sat next to Nādirshāh Durrānī and smiled suggestively at him whilst, when Nādirshāh Durrānī wasn’t looking, pressing her excellent young Musalmān boobs together and forcing the T shirt to strain impossibly to contain her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān assets.
I could contain myself no longer.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had teased me to the point where I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund was about to explode.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl then suggested leaving for the evening with Nādirshāh Durrānī and this was clearly intended to make me jealous.
I quickly suggested that instead, we all go out in my sports car.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl and Nādirshāh Durrānī, both agreed.
I had numerous 2 seater sports cars but only one which had tiny back seats and so that I took this one.
Nādirshāh Durrānī was squeezed in the back.
My brain was racing as I desperately needed to get Al Saħar Al Iqbāl alone.
She was arching her back in the front seat and openly staring at my twitching Uncut Hindu Cock.
Nādirshāh Durrānī sat in the back, oblivious to her wicked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tease.
I slammed the brakes on outside the supermarket.
“Nādirshāh Durrānī, nip in and get us all something to drink – something expensive,” I said.
I needed 5 minutes alone with this amazing stuck up tease and I couldn’t wait.
Nādirshāh Durrānī reluctantly dragged himself into the shop and Al Saħar Al Iqbāl turned her attention to the log which was stretching My trousers to breaking point.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hands started massaging my Uncut Hindu Cock through the trousers and she had just reached my zip when there was a sharp tap on the window.
The game is up thought I.
We can’t explain this, Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s cleavage in my face and her hands on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I turned to face my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī.
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