Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’-11

Årab Mahā Bhārat:  1/22:

‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Al Riyadh City and Province


Al Zia Al Wahāb felt heat in the club’s entryway.

After all, it was so close to the street.

She felt spent somewhat.

Was she really drained of energy?

No, never, it can’t be.

Durgesh has fucked her almost whole night.

She felt thoroughly recharged, and vivacious consequently, when she left his bed.

She was one of those luckiest Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girls, who share Durgesh’s bed despite their so-called low profession.

Durgesh does not think her profession low, as the others do.

“It’s an art,” Durgesh says,”till no low sex activities are involved in it.”

She was proud of Durgesh and her intimate relationship with Durgesh.

Yes, Durgesh was not interested in her when it started.

So what?

It was Durgesh who helped her when Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed deceived her successfully.

She could not forget it ever.

Removing several coins from her belt pocket, Al Zia Al Wahāb went to the juice machine, and the minute she had the ice-cold bottle, she began to drink it.

She started feeling better almost immediately.

She entered the ladies’ room, snapped on the lights, took another swallow of juice and set the bottle on a chair.

Twisting the faucet marked FROID; Al Zia Al Wahāb placed her wrists under the stream of water.

She had heard that it cooled the body quickly.

She applied the water to her damp forehead, behind her ears and neck, and traced the wetness across her chest and down between her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān breasts.

Finding a clean towel, Al Zia Al Wahāb dried herself, and while doing so, she studied her reflection in the wide mirror above the basin.

Studying herself in mirrors was one of Al Zia Al Wahāb’s favorite pre-occupations.

Rarely did she pass a mirror without halting to consider pensively what was shown in it.

Her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female body was her proud possession.

She knew she had won Durgesh with it.

She loved to watch her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female body in the mirrors to hold interior dialogues with that image, to philosophize and psychologize over that image, to wonder about the ingredients of that image that had cast her so high up in the Multiverse and then sent her tumbling so far down, so far down that now she teetered on the brink of Hell.

Durgesh never agreed with her in the matter.

He always claimed it was her negative thinking only.

Al Zia Al Wahāb never met any person other than Durgesh who was so against negative thinking.

Perhaps Durgesh was the only person in her knowledge who was absolutely everconfident that all the problems of human beings are only due to their negative thinking.

Alas, she could not share Durgesh’s optimism as she shared his bed.

Al Zia Al Wahāb stared at the upper half of the five feet four inches of herself in the mirror.

Allah!

Måshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

How incredibly, extremely, beautiful she was!

The self that was captured in the polished glass stared back at her.

Tossing the towel aside, Al Zia Al Wahāb backed off diagonally the width of the tiled bathroom floor until she could see herself almost full length.

The ladies’-room was a one-person room.

It never allowed presence of more than one person, except on emergencies.

She was as careless here as she could be when she is in complete privacy.

It had a sink, a stall equipped with a shower arrangement, a tub, and a translucent half door with a toilet chair absolutely opaque underside.

There were several other devices too she was completely used to.

She knew very well they were intended for the fulfillment of personal services of one sort or another.

Suddenly she smiled and murmured to herself,

“‘Al Ħamdulillāh Rabbil åālmīn, Durgeshashchodté mām for my own benefit. Lā ilāh illillāh Muhammadurrasūlallāh’.”

It was as if some code sentence in part Arabic, part Sanskr’t, and in part English.

In a moment it was all gone what was there and Al Zia Al Wahāb was pleasantly left to face the darkness filled the Personal suddenly.

The system worked only when it’s murmured in a lady’s voice having already bedded with me, otherwise NOT.

The sound waves were used for it.

They activated a system to generate X-rays to penetrate her womb to investigate if there were really the ingredients of my Hindu semen found.

The system worked only after finding the result in positive.

The darkness was, however, only momentary.

The room lit up again.

Nothing of what was there a moment ago, returned however.

It was pleasant daylight now filling the one-woman-Personal.

Al Zia Al Wahāb was now as if outside.

There was open sky above, with clouds drifting across it in a fashion just regular enough to seem clearly unreal.

On everyside, there seemed an outstretching of greenery moving in equally repetitive fashion.

Al Zia Al Wahāb filled with bliss.

Yet, her mind was working, without any slightest interruption, as it was before.

Her sun-blanched flaxen hair, tied in a mane, fell below her shoulder blades.

Her shining brow was unmarked, although she was already twenty-one years old, and her huge, frank, gray-green eyes were clear, although her Hindu suitors and her Hindu lovers liked to tell her they looked at once experience old and little-girl-lost that Al Zia Al Wahāb had learned to translate as really meaning they promised free giving and promiscuity.

Her delicate and small nose, like Mumtaz, one old time Indian Sreen most beautiful and most successful heroine, she had long decided, gave her part of that innocent girlish aspect.

The mouth was another matter.***

Petrified by astonishment, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb stared after the bodies, emerged from us, united.

We both were on our fours.

She was on her knees and arms.

I was too in the same position, but behind her.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed could not control her exclamation,

Durgesh, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb, what’s that? What’s that?”

“Our etheric bodies united, now visible to everyone!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb shouted out of immense bliss and ecstasy, “I’ve done it. I’ve done it now. Damn it.”

“Allah!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed exclaimed again, not believing her own very eyes even, “Al Ħamdulillāhi Rabbil åālmīn! Arraħmānirraħīmi!Māliki yaumiddīni! Iyyāk nåbudu v’ iyyāk nastaåīnu! Ihadi nassirātal mustaqīm! Sirātallazīn. Anåmt ålaihim.Ghairil maghzūbi ålaihim. Valazzāllīn!”

Then Al Zia Al Wahāb shouted at top of her lungs,

Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?”

Her Ammī’s eyes were filled with tears.

She recited,

Arraħmānu!”

Åālamal Qur’ān!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb recited.

Kħalaqal insān!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed closed her eyes in immense gratefulness.

Åāllamahu albayān!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb also closed her eyes now.

Ashshamsu valqamaru biħusbānin!”

Vannajmu vashshajaru yasjudāni!”

Vassamā’ rafåhā v’ vazå’ almīzān!”

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb raised her melodious voice somewhat,

Allā tatghav filmīzāni!”

Va aqīmū alvazan bilqisti v’ lā tukħsirū almīzān!”Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed also did the same.

Val arz va zåhā lil anāmi!”

Fīhā fākihatun vannakħlu zātul akmāmi!”

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb recited,

Val ħabbu zū alåsfi varréħānu!”

Then they both recited simultaneously,

Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?”

I was fucking Al Zubédā Al Wahāb continuously.

With their every recitation, I pushed my Uncut Hindu Penis into the evertight Makkan Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt of Al Zubédā Al Wahāb,deepest.

I was reciting,

“‘S’ paryyagāchchhukramakāyamavra ñamasnaaviragvong shuddhamapāpviddham.
Kavirmanīshī paribhūh svayambhūryāthātathyato’arthānvyadadhāchchhāhvatībhyah samābhyah.’”

But when they both recited simultaneously,

Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?”

I too did, the same, with them.***

The cherry colored full lips of Al Zia Al Wahāb, shaped in a grin, seemed inviting and full of teasing sensuality, in contradiction to the innocence of Mumtaz nose, smooth Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān cheeks and dainty ears.

The expensive costume, she knew, was perfect for her perfect Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān female body.

The short V-necked loose blouse draped down across her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bosom hung straight from the firm points of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.

Al Zia Al Wahāb had worn no brassire this morning.

The blouse was too almost transparent.

The large circles of her extremely beautiful nipples, Durgesh loved very much and kissed while making love with Al Zia Al Wahāb, every now and then, and the shadowy outline of her high abundant Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bosom were plainly visible.

She was proud of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān feminine treasure.

She could not win Durgesh without it, even when she’d lost everything.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd made her to lose everything, even her native province.

Trantor was the only shelter Al Zia Al Wahāb could get.

And she knew it was because Durgesh loved Musalmān Beauties extra ordinarily.

Al Safdar Al Saåīd always insulted Durgesh for it,

“The Hindu moron thinks no other beauty except Sunni Musalmān Beauties, has an apt cunt for his extremely ravenous dirty Uncut Hindu Prick.”

Al Zia Al Wahāb remembered it, and cashed her Sunni Musalmānhood when she needed it to do very much.

Her tanned midriff, set off by the white above and below, was bare today.

A wide green leather belt, buckled below the slash of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān navel, held the skintight stretch pants in place.

Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thighs, Durgesh kissed bare while making love with her, brushing his horny Hindu lips all along.

Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks too, Durgesh played with bare of them, squeezed and kissed brushing his horny Hindu lips all along.

She could never control.

Involuntarily, Al Zia Al Wahāb always kissed Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Prick, licked it, swallowed and sucked it hungrily.

“I have a dream, Durgesh!” she said once.

“Yes, my dear!” I prompted Al Zia Al Wahāb entering her evertight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt deepest.

Al Zia Al Wahāb kissed me,

“I love what Kħadījah Muħammad Sheikħ and Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah did to Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“I can understand, darling.”

“Promise me that I would do the same with the rascal, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd.”

“Would his Ammīs, wives, sisters and cousins help you?”

“You can’t make them to help me?”

I looked at Al Zia Al Wahāb gravely,

“I bear the same relation with his Ammīs, wives, sisters and cousins, Al Zia Al Wahāb, as I bear with you.”

“So?”Al Zia Al Wahāb smiled mischievously, and tightened her already tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal muscles around the entire length, thickness and strength of my Uncut Hindu Prick, buried deepest into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal depth.

“I never coerce any of my women to do anything they don’t want to.”

“Yes, I know. That’s why we Musalmān Beauties call you our Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!”

“I’m honored. I never want any misunderstanding between my women and me.”

Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān shapely legs too, so that her every Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān contour and every movement of her every muscle could be seen.

In her opinion, this was all she had, this voluptuous, truthfully promising, gifted and talented extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face and body.

I did not agree with her,

“You are a PhD, Al Zia Al Wahāb.”

“Yes, but it did not help me when I had to fight with that dirty rascal, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd.”

“Well,” I smiled, “is the fight over?”

“Never!” Al Zia Al Wahāb blazed, “He has to pay in the same way, Muħammad Åbdullah is paying to Kħadījah Muħammad Sheikħ and Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”

The question came,

“What’s the job?”

Vague gray eyes took in prospective the man they had considered for the job.

His resume was impressive.

Years of military experience had toughened his exterior, even killed off his feelings for the enemy, showing no mercy.

He was dishonorably discharged after nine years of devotion to his sector, lending himself as a free agent.

A deadly one.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd leaned back in his chair, his eyes pensively studying the Hindu youth.

He seemed steady enough to take the job without knowing what it pertained to.

His lips were drawn together, a clear indication of a man who rarely smiled.

Intense blue eyes were piercing, doing just as much harm as any weapon the man chose as his reference.

Like a wire, the man disconnected himself from emotions.

He didn’t have a family except for two brothers and grandparents, but he was pretty much on his own.

A loner.

Perfect man to hire.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd placed his hands on his vast gut, breathing harshly as his beady, gray eyes squinted in a closer study.

“What are you willing to accept for it?”

The young man squared his jaw.

“Tell me who I’m takin’ out, then I’ll let you know.”

He had a deep drawl, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd noted, but his cold approach dared anyone to be amused by it.

Anyone who did would have a lot to answer to, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd supposed.

To hide his alertness, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd cracked a smile as he exhaled.

“The job is for you to remove a man of importance.”

“Job description.”

It wasn’t a question, but a demand.

The man was tight and orderly when it came to the descriptions of his victims that he no doubt received from his training as a former BrigadierGeneral.

“Politician.”

“Family.”

“One daughter about the age of twenty.”

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd felt like shivering.

Yet he controlled himself.

He had to.

As the man commanded for information, he did not shift his gaze away, his animalistic stare like the devil himself.

The man was cruel when it came to the job.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd could see this.

“Reason for termination.”

“Wrong man for the presidency,”Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd disclosed, “He’s running for a new liberated party that’s turning heads in this sector. He tends to run against our candidates because he knows something about our government. In particularly, our President.”

The younger didn’t look intrigued.

As far as he knew, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd was struggling for the ultimate power.

The Årabs and other Musalmeen were already suffering from everlasting Hindu sex attacks very much.

Even then, the Hindus could not be held responsible.

The intense foolishness of Mullahs and Maulavīs of the Musalmeen kept forcing their educated Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womenfolk farther and farther away from their own males, for their own survival.

How could it be stopped?

The survival was basic human instinct.

Nothing could be successfully done against it.

His eyes remained chilled and insensible still.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd felt that he had ogled statues that were friendlier.

“Which is?” the hit man goaded.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd chuckled.

“I’m afraid that is something that I must keep secret. You must think I’m dim-witted and weak to betray the President’s secret.”

The former Brigadier General paused a beat, his black eyes tracing his interviewer before he muttered,

“Certainly not. But gimme the name and I’ll handle the rest.”

The elder frowned, though he found himself captured with fascination.

Usually, an assassin would want as much information as they could gather from the people who hire them.

Then perhaps this man truly was an expert at his job.

Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd couldn’t help but to be intrigued.

“Just the name? Surely you’ll need more information than that.”

The other stood silent.

“How on earth could you manage?”

The younger man sighed tiredly, his arms crossing across a built chest.

“You have your reasons for doin’ things, I have mine. Just gimme the goddamn name.”

“It’s Senator Muħammad Åbdullah, a democrat from Iraq Sector,”Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd blinked, slightly insulted by the man’s rudeness.***

Fātimah walked slowly down the dark street.

The rain was warm and soaked her quickly.

The rain was making the roadway glisten and the streetlights shone down to illuminate small sections of the street.

She took one-step at a time and when she reached her house, she stood outside of it for a few moments.

The only light on was in Durgesh’s room and she wished he were asleep.

As Fātimah slipped into the house, she hoped he had fallen asleep with the light on.

The key made a clicking sound in the lock and she was thankful her parent’s room was on the other side of the house.

She stepped inside and removed her wet sandals.

Her black dress was stuck to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, accentuating her Sunni Musalmān curves, Durgesh loved so much.

Her nipples were rock hard from the rain and the outline of her black lace bra was visible.

As she walked past the mirrored wall in the front entranceway, she couldn’t help but frown.

“I hate myself.” Fātimah whispered under her breath and quietly made her way up the stairs.

She entered her room and closed the door behind her.

She tried to listen into Durgesh’s room, but the fact she didn’t hear anything, didn’t mean anything.

He could be asleep or just working on his laptop.

He never listened to music, nowadays, so it was hard to figure out.

She wished at this moment that they didn’t share a bathroom.

She knew that if he were awake he would hear the water running and knew what time she got home.

Fātimah entered the bathroom and making sure that the door to his room was locked stripped naked.

She turned the hot water on and entered the shower.

The hot water felt good on her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body and as she washed herself, she wished she could remove the dirty feelings she had.

She could feel every part of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body that he had touched.

She wanted to scrub her lips raw.

Fātimah couldn’t get the feeling of his warm Hindu lips touching hers out of her mind.

She wanted to remember only one thing.

He is a Hindu.

He is a Hindu.

And she is an ardent Sunni Musalmān girl.

How she can have sex with a Kāfir, a Hindu?

After showering, she unlocked the door to Durgesh’s room.

She pulled out a cotton nightie and slipped it over her head.

She slipped under her duvet and the moment her head hit the pillow she was fast asleep.

***

“Morning.”

“Yeah.”

Fātimah was sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast.

She was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.

She looked up as Durgesh entered the room.

He looked angry and all the emotions from last night came flooding back.

“I’m sorry Durgesh.”

“Yeah whatever.”

Fātimah winced at his harsh words.

She hated when he was mad at her because he had a way of making her feel like crap.

He also had a way of making her feel amazing so it balanced out.

Fātimah went back to eating her breakfast and heard Durgesh stomp around the kitchen, putting away dishes, and making his breakfast.

He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

Fātimah tried not to stare at him, but she couldn’t help it.

She knew what she wanted to do, but her parents were in the house so that was completely out of the question.

Just as Fātimah was putting her dirty dishes in the sink, her parents entered the kitchen.

“Hello my wonderful children.”

Fātimah grinned a bit.

Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad,  was always acting silly.

Her parents were retired and spent their days golfing, hanging out at their cottage, and traveling.

Fātimah was eighteen and Durgesh was twenty, the son of her Ammī’s Hindu lover, Vishvās Shakr Mānav.

Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad, was afraid of her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid, very much.

She was revolting and he did not want to divorce her.

He could lose Kħadījah, but not Fātimah.

Never.

He loved Fātimah, his youngest daughter, very much.

Yet, it wasn’t as if they needed much supervision.

“Hi Abbū.” Fātimah kissed his cheek and smiled at her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid.

“How was your date last night, sweetie?” Fātimah’s Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid had similar features to Fātimah.

She was on the shorter side with large breasts and a curvy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān figure.

Fātimah always considered herself fat, but thought that her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid was just right.

Fātimah glanced over at Durgesh before answering.

“It was good. Mohan and I went to that nice seafood restaurant and then to a movie.”

“It was raining last night. I hope he walked you to the door.”

“Of course Abbū.” Fātimah bit her lip, hoping her lie wasn’t too obvious.

The truth was that Mohan and she had enjoyed a great dinner.

They had gone to a movie, but halfway through he had started to fondle her.

She passively tried to push him away, but it didn’t work.

After the movie, Mohan had parked his car in the deserted lot near her house.

Fātimah tried to protest, but it didn’t work.

Mohan was all over her and part of her loved the feeling of his hands and lips on hers, but part of her was feeling so guilty for what she was doing.

Durgesh had been so good to her.

She had made out with Mohan for a few minutes and then had asked him to stop.

He didn’t take that very well and that was why she walked home in the rain by herself.

“We’re off to the cottage for a few days. I did groceries yesterday so you guys should be set. Rashīdah is coming over on Wednesday to clean the house so make sure you stay out of her way.”

Her parents kissed their children on the cheek and then left.

Fātimah had gotten used to her parents being so carefree.

After her parents drove out of the driveway, she made her way upstairs to her room.

She had Sunday off which was nice.

Fātimah worked as a secretary in a very busy law firm.

Her official title was executive assistant to the family law department.

She liked her job and was lucky she got a job right out of college.

She heard Durgesh move around the house and heard him enter his room.

She knew she had to go talk to him, but was dreading the conversation.

Durgesh solved the problem for her.

Just as she was logging off her email, he stormed into the room.

“I fucking hate you.” And with that, Durgesh kissed Fātimah hard, pinning her against her desk.

The edge of the desk dug into her thighs.

Fātimah tried to pull away, but really didn’t want to.

I grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back.

I sucked her neck and nibbled along her jaw line.

“You’re such a fucking tease. And you fucking lied to Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid and Abbū, Imām Muħammad. Mohan made you walk home.”

Fātimah was moaning as she squirmed harder.

Durgesh let go of her hands so he could undo her jeans.

“I’m sorry. It was horrible. I promise.” Fātimah didn’t want to hurt Durgesh any more then she already had.

Durgesh yanked down Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s jeans and shoved his Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad was soaking wet and Durgesh grinned.

He rocked Fātimah Imām Muħammad back and forth on his Uncut Hindu Lund while he looked into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes.

All Fātimah could do was whimper.

His Uncut Hindu Lund felt amazing inside her and she didn’t want Durgesh to stop.

He undid his jeans with his other hand and Fātimah Imām Muħammad gasped as Durgesh dropped his jeans and boxers to the ground.

She loved Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

It was the perfect size and felt amazing inside her.

“Fuck me, Durgesh, please! Chodo mujhé Mérī Jān! Méré Hindu Piyā! ” Fātimah mouthed the words, “Fuck me till I exist.”

Durgesh spun Fātimah Imām Muħammad around and pushed her over her desk.

He spread her legs and slammed into her hard.

“You like my Uncut Hindu Lund Fātimah Imām Muħammad.”

Fātimah whimpered.

She loved Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund inside her and was on the brink of orgasm.

Durgesh fucked her roughly.

He was getting all his anger out.

He hated how they had to keep this secret.

He hated that she went out on dates with other Hindu guys.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad was his and only his.

“Oh Fātimah Imām Muħammad, your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy is dripping.” Durgesh threw his head back and sank his Uncut Hindu Lund into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān flesh.

Durgesh loved that Fātimah Imām Muħammad was curvy in all the right places.

It felt so good to fuck her this way.

“Fuck me harder Durgesh. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Fātimah knew he liked it rough and Fātimah Imām Muħammad was holding back so they could cum together.

Durgesh stepped away from her and pulled her to her bed.

He sat down on the edge and pulled her into his Hindu lap.

“Ride my Uncut Hindu Lund, Fātimah Imām Muħammad. Ride my Uncut Hindu Lund until I shoot my Hindu Vīrý deepest inside you.”

Fātimah nodded and slammed into his Uncut Hindu Lund.

It took nine nonstop hours of nonstop extremely powerful Hindu thrusts until Durgesh was cumming.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad felt every drop of his Hindu Vīrý inside her.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad reached down and after pushing against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit once, Fātimah Imām Muħammad herself was Cumming once more on Durgesh ‘s deepest buried Uncut Hindu Lund, as well.

We lay panting in that position for a long time, buried deepest inside Fātimah Imām Muħammad.

Finally Fātimah spoke,

“I walked home in the rain because Mohan wanted to have sex with me and I pushed him away. He refused to drive me home. I promise.”

Durgesh held Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face in his hands. “You drive me crazy Fātimah. Fucking crazy. I hate you and love you, all at the same time.”

“I know.”

Fātimah woke up when the sun shone into the window and shone right into her eyes.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad blinked and felt a warm body on top of hers, with a steel rod still buried deepest into her.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad was face to face with me.

I was lying on my back and had a victorious Hindu grin on my face.

When Fātimah Imām Muħammad thought about last night, Fātimah Imām Muħammad couldn’t help but smile.

The Moment her parents were gone, we had spent the day in bed having sex nonstop.

We had only stopped for lunch and dinner and had fallen asleep exhausted, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried deepest into Fātimah Imām Muħammad.

It was Monday and Fātimah had to go to work.

When Fātimah Imām Muħammad tried to get out of bed, I wrapped my arm around her buttocks.

“One more time.” I smiled.

Fātimah smiled too, as I lay on top of her.

I adjusted myself, pushed my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund back inside her and looked into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes.

“I want to be inside my Fātimah Imām Muħammad one more time before Fātimah Imām Muħammad goes to work.”

Fātimah couldn’t disagree and felt me push in and out of her.

It was slow and hard and was driving her crazy.

I strummed her hard nipples and held my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her until Fātimah Imām Muħammad came.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad arched her back and came hard.

“That’s my girl.” I kissed her nose and then thrust two more times before emptying myself inside her, “Now you can get ready for work.”

Fātimah grinned as she rolled out of bed to get ready.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked as an assistant at a law firm and as Fātimah Imām Muħammad got dressed, I lay in her bed watching.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad put on stockings and a black skirt with a white blouse and matching blazer.

It was a high-end law firm and Fātimah Imām Muħammad was expected to dress appropriately.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad didn’t dare look at me while she dressed.

I was in a constant state of horniness and Fātimah Imām Muħammad couldn’t be late for work.

“Bye Durgesh. Have fun at your other Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān penetrations of today.”

Before I had, a chance to touch her, Fātimah Imām Muħammad pulled away and rushed out the door.

I lay in bed debating on whether to get up or not.

I was a senior at the community college.

My classes were great since I had gotten into computer animation.

I wanted to spend the day in Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s bed, but knew it wouldn’t be any fun without her there.

I got up and dragged myself to college.

I worked quickly to get my assignments done and spent the rest of the time playing around with things.

I loved computers and loved animation.

I was the top of my class and was close to guaranteeing a full time job when I graduated.

My classes were done at two o’clock so I decided to go pick up Fātimah Imām Muħammad from work.

I had done that in the past and loved seeing where Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked.

I entered the elevator and went up to the fifteenth floor.

When the doors opened, I walked down the hall towards Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s office.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad had her own office, but there was no window.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad joked that it was once a closet, but it was in the perfect location.

The four lawyers Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked with had offices on either side so Fātimah Imām Muħammad was always close enough to help out.

I turned the corner and stopped cold.

I was standing outside her office and although I couldn’t see inside since the door was closed, I knew that sound.

It was the sound Fātimah made when her earlobe was being sucked on.

It was a precious sound to me since a year ago when we first got together I had done that to her and the sound was like music to my ears.

I thought he was the only one who could arouse her like that.

I knocked once and then opened the door.

It was unlocked and so I figured I could walk in.

The Moment I entered I knew what was occurring.

Fātimah was sitting up on her desk with her boss Shankar standing in front of her.

“Durgesh!” Fātimah pushed Shankar away and slid off her desk.

Shankar grinned at Durgesh.

“We’ll chat about that tomorrow Fātimah.” Shankar walked out of the office and left Durgesh and Fātimah standing in front of each other.

Fātimah was biting her lip waiting for Durgesh to say something.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad knew I was mad and Fātimah Imām Muħammad knew that nothing Fātimah Imām Muħammad said to me would make things right.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad had been having a secret affair with me for over a year and here Fātimah Imām Muħammad was making out with her boss.

“I was coming to visit you. Wanted to see if you could leave early. I’ll take the bus home.” I sounded so quiet and reserved.

My eyes were full of gravity and when Fātimah reached out to touch me, I pulled away fast.

I left her office and walked quickly towards the elevator.

He kept repeating in my head, “I’m not going to show any weakness. I’m not going to show any weakness.”

The Moment I got home I marched to my room and got on my computer.

I tuned everything out and didn’t even hear Fātimah Imām Muħammad come home.

Fātimah knew she had to talk to me and had spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what to say.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad knocked on my door and entered quietly.

“Can I just say a few things?”

I nodded and turned off my laptop.

“I love you. More then you will ever know. When guys pay attention to me I react. I feel so guilty afterwards because I know you love me so much. I can’t tell Shankar I have a boyfriend because he’ll want to meet him. You have no idea how much I wish we weren’t Hindu and Muslimah.” Fātimah looked into my eyes.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad had finally said exactly what she wanted to say the last year.

This wasn’t the first time Fātimah Imām Muħammad had flirted or made out with another guy, but this was the first time I had found out.

“Come here.” I turned the chair and gestured for Fātimah to come close.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad walked over and sat in my lap.

My Uncut Hindu Lund hardened immediately and I ran my hands under her skirt to the edge of her stockings.

“Fuck me.” Fātimah whispered the words as she pleaded with me with her eyes.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad needed me so badly and wanted to show me how much she loved me.

She herself undid my pants with one hand and sank my Uncut Hindu Lund into her quickly.

Fātimah Imām Muħammad gasped at the fullness.

I gripped her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hips and bounced her hard and fast on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I watched as Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s breasts bounced up and down.

“I’m going to use your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy Fātimah Imām Muħammad, all night long.” I knew how I loved her so much, even though Fātimah Imām Muħammad was a flirt.

However, I’d obliged Kħadījah today, Shankar’s girlfriend.

Kħadījah wanted me to fuck her for a long time.

I avoided her on this or that pretext, because Shankar was serious about Kħadījah.

He wanted to marry her.

His flirting with Fātimah made me free to oblige his equally beautiful girl friend Kħadījah.

I fucked Kħadījah to her heart’s content today, in all her three Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān holes.

“Promise me, Durgesh,” Kħadījah was overwhelmed with immense pleasure, “You’d fuck me like today, even after my marriage with Shankar.”

I smiled and kissed Kħadījah full on her crimson lips,

“Certainly, my darling.” My Uncut Hindu Penis was still deepest into Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, “Shankar does not want to respect my relationship with Fātimah. I’m not bound therefore to respect his relationship with you.”

“Thank you very much, Durgesh.” Kħadījah winked at me tightening her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal grip around my Uncut Hindu Cock, more and more, “Shankar is good, but you are the best.”

Chapter 12

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11

16.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

17. A Deep Conflict-1

18. A deserving unfaithfulness

19. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

20. I’m never ashamed of it

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. The everincreasing infinite lust

88. The women in my life

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind–3

Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The engines throbbed the big ship into vibrant speed.

A breeze of tropical air ruffled the flower petals around our necks.

I watched the fringe of lights along the dark shoreline, glanced down at the churned white of water where it streamed along the side of the boat.

The ship belonged to the HVS INTERNATIONALS: GROUP OF COMPNIES.

From the lower deck, leis sped outward, to hang poised to a minute in circular color against the black of the water, then collapse and drop rapidly astern, as passengers sought to comply with the age-old Hawaiian custom.

With the tolerance of one, who has long since learned to accept human nature as an established fact, I said:

“Kħadeejah, Gul, Deepak, those are the new comers. Those leis drift right back into the harbor. Passengers should wait until they are opposite Diamond Head.”

Gul Jamāl had joined us since.

We were still in the nudes.

It was decided among us all that we’d continue to practice remaining nude, even when we reach our respective homes.

Deepak Khandelwal, also in nude, was thinking.

He has lost his another secretary, Gul Jamāl to Durgesh forever.

The money always wins.

Everyone, except Durgesh, was a loser in this trip.

All their extremely beautiful Muslimahs female friends, from almost every Islamic country were now fucking Durgesh, without any exception.

Durgesh’s Six inches long Hindu Penis has won every Muslimah Cunt on the ship forever.

It had unique qualities.

It extended exactly double.

Incredible?

Nonsense!

Nothing is impossible in the multiverse.

Not even the existence of this goddamned deceiving prick.

His own penis extended only one inch.

The other Hindu Penises on the ship extended one inch to two inches at the most.

NOT SIX INCHES at all.

The deceiving rotten Hindu Prick.

Durgesh says it’s due to his Stavans.

Nonsense!

The bloody superstitious orthodox Hindu.

Stavans can’t change anything at all.

If they could have, the entire multiverse would have been Hindu.

Durgesh is an idiot.

If not, he thinks the others idiots enough to take his wild communal theories for granted.

However, he has won all the international Muslimahs Cunts.

He is the winner.

All the rest were the losers.

The worst thing was that they had to adjust Durgesh’s bloody deceiving six inches long Hindu Penis into their Muslimahs Cunts therefore.

What a humiliation.

What a humiliation.

Elbows on the rail, we looked down on the heads and shoulders of people leaning over the rails on the lower decks.

“There’s the couple we saw last night in the Chinese restaurant.” I remarked.

“The hungry Lebanese Pussy?” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed, “I can’t ever forget how ravenously she fucked you.”

“It’s all right, Kħadeejah!” I kissed nude Kħadeejah Muħammad passionately, “They all fucked me ravenously, mounting on me. I was stunned to feel and experience their thirst and hunger. Even Hindu Penis could not satisfy them to the extent.”

“Because they are traditional Hindus only, not DVIJ, as you are.

My right palm was playing with her glorious Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslim buttocks.

She was playing with my again extending Hindu Penis.

“You are unique.” Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed my Hindu Penis again.

“She is right.” Gul Jamāl said, and she also kissed my throbbing Hindu Penis.

Deepak Khandelwal felt humiliated, as if Gul Jamāl was not his secretary, his wife instead.

He tried to get rid of this irrational feeling.

Yet, he was not succeeding absolutely.

We were still standing at the rail, watching the intermittent flashing of signal lights, inhaling the scents of the warm tropical air.

The decks became silent and deserted, except the four of us―

1. Khadeejah Muħammad

2. Gul Jamāl

3. Me―Durgesh

4. Deepak Khandelwal

The nude passengers, fatigued by a strenuous last day in the islands, the night sailing, and the strain of farewells, sought their cabins.

I turned abruptly, as a woman mentioned my name.

She was extremely beautiful.

“I’m Al Anjum Al Waħāb, Durgesh!” She smiled sweetly at me, “We enjoyed each other very much on the islands. I hope you remember me. I mean in this large beautiful nude city on the sea.”

I hugged her passionately.

“Nonsense, Anjum darling! We’ve broken every wall between us. How are you, sweetie?”

She kissed me full on my lips, groped for my full, erect, Uncut Hindu Penis, and adjusted it in between her quivering Lebanese Muslim labial lips.

I smiled at her.

Then squeezed her glorious Lebanese Muslim buttocks.

“Thank you.” Anjum said, rubbing the knob of my Hindu Penis in between her quivering Lebanese Muslim labial lips, “You are very kind to all of us Musalmān Beauties here. Even our husbands are not so kind to us.”

“That’s why I hate matrimony, Anjum! Durgesh as my Hindu lover is far better.”

“You remember my sister?”

“Al Nafeesā Al Waħāb?”

“Yes. Durgesh! I want to consult you.”

“Professionally?” I asked in surprise.

“Yes. I need your services.”

I smiled and entered Al Anjum Al Waħāb.

“Okay, my darling! I’m inside you now.”

Al Anjum Al Waħāb kissed me on my lips gratefully.

“Thank you. I’ve already said you are very kind to all of us Musalmān Beauties without any exception.”

“Nonsense! I love you all Muslim cuties.” I caressed her beautiful Lebanese Muslim buttocks.

“Thank you. We, all Muslim cuties do love you too. Perhaps I did not tell you. My husband, Al Nādir Al Waħāb is not using his real name anymore.”

“What?” Kħadeejah Muħammad and Gul Jamāl exclaimed.

Deepak Khandelwal had already left us as soon as he felt that Al Anjum Al Waħāb wanted privacy with me.

Suddenly, Gul Jamāl also said,

Durgesh! Please excuse me.”

“Nonsense!” Kħadeejah Muħammad grimaced, “Durgesh! I want her here with me, if Anjum is consulting you professionally. You promised me an assistance in the matter.”

Al Anjum Al Waħāb laughed.

“It’s all right with me, Gul! If it’s all right with Durgesh.”

“Slave to Durgesh already?” Gul Jamāl winked at her.

Al Anjum Al Waħāb also winked at her.

Durgesh is the best fucker to us Musalmān Beauties in the entire multiverse. I’m proud of being his slave forever. Moreover, my slavery to Durgesh will increase day by day.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.

“You mean night by night?”

Al Anjum Al Waħāb also laughed and winked at her,

“Thanks for the correction. Two months ago, Nādir, my husband, was Al Nādir Al Muħammad. Overnight, he changed his name into Al Nādir Al Waħāb. He simply walked out of his position as bookkeeper in Al Ittiħād Al Imāmeen. We hurriedly moved to Mecca from Lebanon. Nādir has given us strict orders that under no circumstances were any of us ever to mention his name as Al Nādir Al Muħammad.”

My eyes showed my interest.

So did the eyes of Kħadeejah Muħammad and Gul Jamāl.

“He left his job rather suddenly?”

“Yes. Without even going back to the office.”

“Rather peculiar.” I said.

Al Anjum Al Waħāb made me to lie down on my back, on the deck.

She mounted me and started up and down movements of her beautiful Lebanese Muslim buttocks.

She squeezed my hand too, meaningfully.

Then she slowly tightened her beautiful fingers until the skin was white across her knuckles.

“Nafeesā, my younger sister, suspected nothing.” Al Anjum Al Waħāb said fucking me normally, “She’s a modern young Årab Muslim woman, a strange mixture of sentiment and cynical, pessimistic, acceptance of life.”

“Yes.” I agreed with Anjum, “I’ve noted it.”

Al Anjum Al Waħāb winked at me.

“While fucking her?”

I also winked at her,

“While fucking her.”

“Her Lebanese Muslm Cunt is tighter than mine, around your Uncut Hindu Penis?”

“Yes. I do confess. You are married. She was a virgin. Are you jealous of your younger sister now?”

Nādirā Kaif smiled at the child.

“Kush! Have you gone through this laptop?”

“Not in the knowledge of daddy.”

“Oh, you should not do it, Kush, without your daddy’s knowledge.”

“Daddy has many wonderful videos here.”

“He is grown up.”

“Ammī saw them.”

“What?”

“She was telling my Nāzimā auntie that daddy is nothing as compared to Durgesh uncle.”

“Naughtynaughty. These are grown up matters, my dear! You are a child now. You should not pay attention to them.”

With extreme difficulty, Nādirā Kaif ultimately managed to draw the attention of the boy into some animated child stuff.

She managed to get him interested in another computer, in another chamber.

Then she locked that chamber and started the laptop of  Deepak Khandelwal.

She was right.

It had the password SIDRAH.

Sidrah Aħmad.

So, the woman is ruling Deepak Khandelwal’s heart nowadays.

Nādirā Kaif remembered her everfirst encounter with Sidrah Aħmad.

No sooner had she started her office computer once again, than the office door whipped open and Durgesh erupted into the room.

Deepak Khandelwal and Nādirā Kaif both stood up in my honor.

“Hello, Nādirā! Hello Deepak!” I waved my hand to them, “Please, be seated. Don’t be formal. We are friends.”

“Sir”Deepak Khandelwal started to say something but I stopped him in the middle.

“Come on, Deepak! Let’s forget formalities and be friends.” I said and hastened to one large oak desk.

Nādirā Kaif noticed that I was wearing a new expensive outfit.

The ascot, suede jacket and slacks.

For so successful entrepreneur, I was surprisingly young to Nādirā Kaif.

She knew I was thirty only.

Pulling off my stylish jacket, I threw it on the divan.

“Kħadeejah told me you two were here. I thought you’d be finished by now and gone.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled,

“Sir”

Durgesh.” I interrupted her and smiled, winking, “I love my name from beautiful mouths.”

Nādirā Kaif bowed,

“Thanks for the compliment, Sir!”

Durgesh.”

“Thank you. Durgesh I mean.”

Deepak Khandelwal felt himself quite ignored.

Nevertheless, Durgesh loved Muslim Beauties and Deepak Khandelwal could not help it.

He grinded his teeth.

Hindu Playboy will even die in nude, surrounded by nude Muslim Beauties, of course.

“It’s all right. Do your job. Just ignore all of us. Can you do it?”

“Of course.” Nādirā Kaif smiled.

Deepak Khandelwal did not say anything.

He only smiled.

He knew his job.

His boss was not interested in him.

He was interested in his utmost beautiful young Muslim Secretary.

“Muħammad says one of his best girls quit on him, telling him that she joined him to get me. She has me now. Therefore, she does not need Muħammad any more.”

Deepak Khandelwal laughed.

“You should have all of them, Sir!”

“Nonsense, Deepak! You know I can’t do it, even if I agree. Well, I’ve got to audition for a replacement, for Muħammad, fast.”

“We could move to another”

“Naw, naw. Stay put. You won’t be in the way. No one’ll notice you.”

Deepak Khandelwal believed that no one’d notice him.

They are mad for Durgesh.

He is the only man they are interested in.

Deepak Khandelwal does not exist for them at all, if Durgesh is there.

Durgesh’s incredible Hindu Penis makes all the difference.

Moreover, Durgesh had more money, too,  for them.

Nādirā Kaif is also negligible to them.

They are after Durgesh’s Hindu Penis, not after Nādirā Kaif’s Muslim Cunt.

They themselves have beautiful Muslim Cunts for Durgesh’s Hindu Penis.

Generally, the men are after the Beauties.

However, Durgesh is the exception.

The Beauties are after Durgesh.

Because, Durgesh is only one, while the Beauties, even the Muslim Beauties, are COUNTLESS.

I had picked up my mobile and contacted Kħadeejah Muħammad, in the dressing room, down the hall.

“Hello, Kħadeejah! How many showed up?”

“More than one thousand.”

“What?”

“More than one thousand.” Kħadeejah Muħammad chuckled mischievously, “Can’t you hear me well?”

“For one vacancy?”

“For one vacancy.”

“I’ll be damned.”

Durgesh! I think I should put you in auction.”

“Nonsense!”

“I bet they’ll pay any amount, even beyond reason, to have a sex session with you.”

“Nonsense!” I laughed, “You idiot! Send the three of them in on the double.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed and looked at more than one thousand Muslim Beauties, present there.

“Okay, girls!” Kħadeejah Muħammad said, smiling to them, “Best of luck. Move your fat Muslim asses, right in there.”

The first three Muslim Beauties entered the office quickly, one after the other, each greeting me warmly, rather flirtatiously.

I acknowledged each with a warm kiss in the air.

I requested the last of the three to shut the door.

“All right. Welcome to my love nest, my dears! Let’s not waste the time. We have too many of you for one single vacancy. Line up there in front of the sofa.”

Obediently, the three Muslim Young Women went to the sofa, and they stood at attention on the green furry throw rug before it.

From the corner of an eye, Deepak Khandelwal, while pretending to work, glanced at them.

Each one was gorgeous, maybe a little obvious in attire and manner, but each young and striking.

“You know why you are here.” I smiled at them, “I’m sure Kħadeejah briefed you. We need only one of you. I’m sorry the response is unanticipated. Nevertheless, I should make it clear that we need ONLY one of you. We need you to fill in on Muħammad’s late show tonight. You understand that?”

All the three Muslim Young Women nodded in unison.

“Okay, then. Starting with you,” said I, pointing to the Platinum Haired Årab Muslim Beauty, nearest me, “give me your namesfull names please! To which country do you belong, what’s your own particular belief in Islam, what’s your family belief, your parents, self-employed or what, dependent on someone or not, why are you interested in such a show? Just for adventure or anything else? Virgin, Married or single? If virgin, why are you interested to lose your virginity in such a sex show? If married, does your husband know it? Do your parents know? What are their reactions? Can you dance? If yes, your best type of dance for a show like this. Okay, darlings, I’m listening.”

Deepak Khandelwal swiveled his chair a bit to his left for a better view of the fabulous Muslim Beauties across the room.

Nādirā Kaif smiled.

Muħammad had entered in the meantime.

He had bowed to me and Deepak Khandelwal.

Then, taking a chair, Muħammad looked at them.

His eyes feasted on each one as she spoke in turn.

The first, the Platinum Haired Årab Muslim Blonde, had a rosy mouth, wet lips, and a Saůūdī appearance.

She was wearing a green turtleneck sweater, abbreviated green skirt, panty hose, and green leather boots.

Her voice was sexy.

“My name is Al Fātimah Al Muħammad. I belong to Makkah Al Mukarrama. My own particular belief in Islam is, of course, Al Waħābiyat. My family belief is also Al Waħābiyat, of course.”

I smiled at the Platinum Haired Årab Muslim Blonde.

“Welcome to my love nest.”

“Thank you, but I don’t think it’s still a love nest.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad also smiled, sexily.

“Eh?”

“Yes! I think it’s a Love Empire now. One may call it a Sex Empire as well. It does not make any difference as Love is Sex and Sex is Love, doubtlessly.”

“Very brilliant!”

“Thank you.”

“Parents?”

“Father, a former American, now converted to Islam, and Nafse Islam, Al Waħābiyat. Ammī a Saůūdī extra ordinary Waħābī Beauty. I’m self employed, Industrialist myself. Al Fātimah Al Muħammad group of Industries is led by your laundī, Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! I’m interested in such a show, because I want YOU for me with a grand celebration.”

“Bravo!” Muħammad clapped out of delight.

Nādirā Kaif and Deepak Khandelwal had also to applaud, because Muħammad did not leave another option for them.”

“Virgin.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad declared, “And, yes, my parents do know. They don’t interfere in my private affairs, as a principle. They have already wished me best of luck, and are here to boost and enhance my morals.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad was monitoring it on closed circuit TV.

She contacted me on my mobile.

“Don’t be happy. She may belong to the terrorist group of Al Qāedah even.”

“Yes. I know. I’m vigilant.”

“Be so. Enjoy all of the Al Qāedah Bitches too. Nevertheless, remember, you are a Multiversalist Humanist.

“Yes, darling! Don’t worry. Thanks for alerting me, even then.”

With immensely cold eyes, Nādirā Kaif watched almost everything she could in that time in that damned laptop of Deepak Khandelwal.

She was more than surprised when she saw how Sidrah Aħmad fucked me right there in the court.

Yes, I did not fuck Sidrah Aħmad.

Sidrah Aħmad fucked me.

Every detail was there in the damned laptop.

How Sidrah Aħmad managed to sit beside me.

How I was encircled with so many burqāposh female psychiatrists.

How Sidrah Aħmad put her shawl on my lap.

How she put her hand under that shawl, unzipped me, entered her hand into my briefs, took out my Hindu Penis out of it and started to play with it.

How she asked me to fuck her then and there in the court in session.

How I refused.

Yet, how she managed to fuck me there.

Everything was there in the laptop.

That incredibly beautiful young woman, Sidrah Aħmad, 27, was capable to do anything anywhere.

Incredible?

Nevertheless, it was there in the laptop.

Nādirā Kaif was horrified when she saw Judge Shrīkānt M. Āgnéý and Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad were watching the entire events, yet couldn’t do anything except to enjoy it.

Allah!

How could she manage it?

How did she manage it?

Nādirā Kaif was still watching it incredulously, when the telephone rang.

Nādirā Kaif hesitated a moment, than almost automatically she lifted the receiver, up.

“Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting and Investment Company.” she said.

A very sweet, melodious, musical, woman’s voice sweetened her ear,

“May I ask why anyone here isn’t to meet me?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“It’s Kħadeejah Muħammad. I’m at the airport.”

“What?” Nādirā Kaif almost jumped.

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“I most certainly have heard you, ma’m!” Nādirā Kaif managed to collect herself immediately, “You are most welcome. Yet”

“Yet?”

“We weren’t expecting you, until Monday.” Nādirā Kaif smiled sweetly.

A pleasant feminine laughter was there.

“I thought it is my company, and I can visit it anytime I please. Am I mistaken?”

“Sorry, ma’m! I did not mean it.”

“I sent you a wire. You should have met me. This is an imposition, dearie!”

“Sorry, ma’m! It seems that we haven’t received your wire. Or, if the boss has received it, he did not think me a suitable person to confide in”

“The boss? You mean Deepak?”

“Yes, ma’m!”

“Give the idiot the receiver.

“Sorry, ma’m! He isn’t here?”

“Who are you?”

“Nādirā Kaif. His executive secretary, ma’m! at your service.”

“Well, well, well. Nādirā Kaif. Kħātooné-Kashmir?”

Nādirā Kaif blushed.

“You know me, ma’m? I’m honored. I’m coming there immediately.”

“Where’s Deepak?”

“He isn’t here this morning. This is Saturday morning, you know.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed,

“Are you telling me what day it is? Should you?”

Nādirā Kaif realized her mistake at once.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was the Chief Managing Director of the company, having 80% shares in her own name.

“Sorry, ma’m! I didn’t mean it, of course!”

“Nonsense! Get out here. I’m waiting here like a fool. You are lucky that Durgesh is not with me. He can’t wait like I’m doing. I must do something for the idiot manager of mine, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal? Eh?”

Nādirā Kaif could not respond to it.

Kħadeejah Muħammad went on,

“I’ve had a lot of problems with baggage and all the rest of it. The idiot should have arranged for all these things. Come immediately. Leave the damn everything else as it is. I’m tired.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad slammed the receiver at her end.

Nādirā Kaif hung up in a daze.

She hadn’t anticipated this dramatic turn of the events.

Kħadeejah Muħammad!

They say, Kħadeejah Muħammad is the ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’ of Durgesh.

She herself claims to be ‘MORE THAN Durgesh’s WIFE.

Allah!

She can fire even Deepak Khandelwal at once.

It seems she is not pleased with Deepak Khandelwal.

She calls him ‘The idiot.’

Nādirā Kaif reached airport.

She had not seen Kħadeejah Muħammad ever before.

The only thing Nādirā Kaif knew about Kħadeejah Muħammadwas that she resembled Wafa Yåqoob so much that the people suspected Kħadeejah Muħammad was Wafa Yåqoob herself.

Nādirā Kaif had always laughed at the suspicion.

How ridiculous the people’s suspicions become sometimes!

How Kħadeejah Muħammad could be Wafa Yåqoob?

Wafa Yåqoob was a Bahrain citizen.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was an Indian citizen now, yet originally she was a Meccan Saůūdī Årabian Beauty.

Mere resemblance could distort the facts to what extent!

Nādirā Kaif advanced, automatically, to the young woman who resembled Wafa Yåqoob .

She was really as beautiful as Wafa Yåqoob was.

She smiled at Nādirā Kaif as Nādirā Kaif advanced to her.

“Nādirā Kaif?”

“Yes ma’m! Madam Kħadeejah Muħammad, I think.” Nādirā Kaif also smiled at her respectfully.

She could see very well that even when Kħadeejah Muħammad was smiling at her, she was actually appraising her at the same time.

Nādirā Kaif thanked Allah that when she responded to Kħadeejah Muħammad, she did not have any quaver in her own voice.

In addition, why should she have?

Durgesh had taught her not to have any quaver in her voice even when she was with him.

Kħadeejah Muħammad is a multi millionaire, of course!

Yet, Durgesh was a multi millionaire maker.

“Oh, yes!” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed well naturedly, “Who else?”

“Mr. Deepak Khandelwal’s secretary, Nādirā Kaif, ma’m! the one you talked with over your mobile when I was in the office.”

Nādirā Kaif expected some criticism.

She was surprised when she found Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed at her, instead, cordially.

“You’re a dear, Nādirā! to get out here so soon.”

“I came as soon as I could.”

“I know you did.” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed again, “Of course, it seemed like a long time to me waiting here. However, I realize, you had a long way to cross from the office to approach here. You must have started at once. Thank you, Nādirā!”

Nādirā Kaif smiled.

“You’reyou’re very welcome. Now, do we take a cab?”

“Of course we take a cab if you haven’t brought your car.”

“Sorry, ma’m! my car was taken by my boss’s wife.”

“It’s alright then. Take a cab.”

“Let me call the porter to carry your baggage out and”

“Please, do.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad pulled out some bills from her purse without even looking at them and offered them to Nādirā Kaif, “Take these ten dollar bills to pay the cab.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled.

“Ma’m! they are not ten-dollar bills. They are thousand dollar bills. “

Kħadeejah Muħammad looked at the bills in her hand.

Then laughed.

“It’s all right. Take them and pay all my expenses here out of them.”

Nādirā Kaif hesitated somewhat.

But, Kħadeejah Muħammad almost literally pushed the bills into her right hand.

“Actually” Nādirā Kaif hesitated, “I’ve some expense money with me, ma’m!”

“Of the company?”

“Of the company.”

“And, how is it so? None knew I could come today.”

“We’ve a safe there keeping some emergency money.”

“Good.”Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “Nice arrangement. And the combination is known to you?”

“Yes, ma’m! the combination is known to me.”

“Who else has the combination to the safe?”

“The boss, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal and the bookkeeper.”

“Nice arrangement. How much money you keep there.”

“Not more than several hundreds, ma’m!”

“Make it several thousands.”

“Okay, ma’m!”

“How do you know when I might call on you to take a plane at once for Makkah Al Mukarrama?”

Nādirā Kaif stood in something of a quandary, hardly knowing how to respond to that.

“When you get hold of Deepak Khandelwal, see that the fund is available to the extent I say. I may want you to come to Makkah Al Mukarramah. That’s my birthplace, you know. You’re a grand girl, Nādirā Kaif! I think you’re frightened to death. You should not. You’re a Muslim girl. And a Muslim girl should never be afraid of anyone except Allah Rabbil Åālmīn. “

Nādirā Kaif controlled herself.

“I’m sorry, ma’m! You are right.”

“Moreover” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “after you get to know me better, you won’t be frightened of me even the least. Respect me as your elder sister. Carry out my orders unhesitatingly. But never be afraid of anone, including me; except Allah Rabbil Aalmeen. Do you understand? Unhesitatingly.”

“Yes, Kħadeejah Bājī!”Nādirā Kaif smiled obediently.

“That’s better.” Kħadeejah Muħammad patted her on her back, “Call me, Bājī, instead of ‘ma’m’. I like it more.”

Nādirā Kaif could not decide whether it was Kħadeejah Muħammad’s own good character, or it was the influence of Durgesh on his ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’.

“My wire wasn’t received?”

“No, Bājī!”

“It should have been, Nādirā!”

“Yes, Bājī! I think it’s probably on the way someplace.”

“On the way nothing!” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed genially again, “I left earlier than I intended to, on the spur of the moment. That no-good attendant at the Makkah Al Mukarramah airport, to whom I gave a big bill, so that he could pay for the wire, tore up the telegram, put the money in his pocket, and went out and got drunk. That’s the way with even our Muslim world these days. Allah! mérī taubah! Allah! mérī taubah! No responsibility, no moral stamina, no real downright honesty. Alright, Nādirā! Let’s proceed.”

Nādirā Kaif secured a porter, a cab, and found herself answering intimate searching questions about the business of the Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company during the ride in the taxicab.

At one point, Nādirā Kaif endeavored to say,

“I do wish, Bājī! you’d save these questions to ask of my boss, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled at Nādirā Kaif.

“Nādirā! you are in my employ. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Bājī! of course! Yet, I’m directly under Mr. Deepak Khandelwal.”

“Come on, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad put an elderly arm around Nādirā Kaif’s shoulders. She almost hugged her to herself, “I don’t care whom you’re directly under. You’re in my employ. You’re working for me, not for that idiot manager of mine, Deepak Khandelwal . “

“Nevertheless, Bājī! He is not going to like it.”

“He is nobody to like what I do and not to like. He is my employee. I’m not his.”

“Yes, Bājī!”

“You are working now directly under me. You don’t have any obligations whatsoever to your immediate boss, Deepak Khandelwal. Do you want it in writing?”

Nādirā Kaif hesitated somewhat.

“Don’t hesitate. You’ll get my orders to the effect, as soon as we get to the office.”

“Yes, Bājī!”

“You’re drawing wages that come out of my pocket. Anyone who spends has a right to have loyalty in return. Moreover, I want efficiency and I want cooperation, too. You’ll answer my questions, my dear! and we won’t have any more of this ‘Ask Mr. Deepak Khandelwal’ stuff. Is that clear?”

Nādirā Kaif collected herself.

“Yes, Bājī!”

“I’m going to the home just to announce my arrival to the interns. Then we’re going up to the office and you’re going to put in the rest of the day answering questions.”

“I am?” Nādirā Kaif was startled.

“Sure. Why not? And you’re going to answer them right.”

“Yes, Bājī!”

“I don’t want any attempt to shield anyone. You understand. Yourself or anyone else.”

“Yes, Bājī!”

Kħadeejah Muħammadsmiled at her.

“Good girl. Now, for your information, the reason I arrived on Saturday morning instead of Monday is that I knew good and well Deepak Khandelwal would be out fucking some new Muslim Beauty. “

“Bājī!”

“I was not born yesterday, Nādirā! Neither you were. We both are ourselves Muslimahs.”

“Bājī!”

“Moreover” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled again winking at her, “we both are adult enough to understand a Muslim Cunt needs a Hindu Penis and a Hindu Penis needs a large number of Muslim Cunts.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled.

“Thanks for being so frank, Bājī!”

“It’s all right, Nādirā! I’m not one of those hypocrite Muslimahs who enjoy Hindu Penis clandestinely. I am not ashamed of the fact that we Muslimahs need Hindu Penis. I’m proud of it, instead.”

Nādirā Kaif could not control herself any longer.

She put her arms across the beautiful Meccan Årab Muslim neck of Kħadeejah Muħammadand embraced her respectfully, as if she were really her younger sister.

“We are proud of you, Bājī!”

“I’m too, proud of you all, my Muslimahs sisters; whether Årab Muslimahs or else. I wanted to descend on the office and get some records before Deepak Khandelwal was expecting me. I gave a wire to an attendant but I felt sure he wouldn’t send it. You said that you had the combination to the safe. We are going to open it and we’re going to take a look. I’m going to check some of the figures and you’re going to give me the information I want.”

“Sure, Bājī!” Nādirā Kaif was all for Kħadeejah Muħammadnow.

Kħadeejah Muħammad had won her heart by being so bluntly open that a Muslim Cunt needs Hindu Penis.

Nādirā Kaif loved her for it.

Deepak Khandelwal was suddenly nobody to her as compared to Kħadeejah Muħammad.

“Now then” Kħadeejah Muħammad asked, “who is the Current Muslim Girl Friend of Deepak Khandelwal?”

A Knock Out Muslim Beauty from Mumbaisome Sidrah Aħmad.” Nādirā Kaif smiled at her.

“Knock Out?”

“Sure, Bājī!”

“Met her?”

“Deepak Khandelwal is afraid of me that I may bring Sidrah Aħmad in Durgesh’s contact.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.

“Afraid of Durgesh?”

“Who isn’t if he’s a man?”

“You are right. Hindus are the best males. Yet Durgesh is the best of them too.”

“And you are called Durgesh’s ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’, Bājī!”

“I’m proud of it, Nādirā!”

“We know it, Bājī!”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed winking at Nādirā Kaif.

Nādirā Kaif joined her laughter gracefully and proudly.

“I’m going to ask you a straight question, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “Have you any reason to believe that Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest?”

“Iwhy, no.”

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Like what?”

“You hesitated after you started to answer the question. I don’t want hesitation. Deepak Khandelwal can recruit as many Muslim Beauties, in his staff, as he wants. He can fuck all of them. It’s none of my business. But”

“But, Bājī?”

“He can’t be forgiven if he’s not grateful to me for it.”

“Yes, Bājī! it’s self explicit.”

“I allow the Muslim Beauties working for me, to have as much sex with their Hindu Dream Man as they want. I allow the Hindu Men working for me, to have as much sex with their Muslim Dream Beauties as they want. But, no dishonesty to the company at all. It can’t be forgiven.”

“Yes, Bājī! it’s self explicit.”

“Good that you understand.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled at Kħadeejah Muħammad reassuringly.

“I want straightforward answers, Nādirā! Have you any reason to believe Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest?”

“I don’t know.”

“Certainly you don’t know that Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest, but do you have any reason to believe that he may be dishonest?”

“Well” Nādirā Kaif said, “Deepak Khandelwal has recruited too many Muslim Beauties, in his staff, than actually needed.”

“Deepak Khandelwal fucks them?”Kħadeejah Muħammadwinked at Nādirā Kaif lewdly.

“Most of them. Almost all of them.”Nādirā Kaif smiled.

“Trying to be another Durgesh?”

“Another Durgesh? Certainly not. The Muslim Beauties fuck Durgesh while Deepak Khandelwal fucks Muslim Beauties.”

“You are right. Durgesh is our dream boy.”

Durgesh loves us Muslimahs very much. He enjoys fucking us. He enjoys even sodomizing us.”

“You are right.”

“I love to suck Durgesh’s Hindu Penis.”

“Me too.”Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed, “I like when Durgesh’s Hindu Penis grows into my Meccan Årab Muslim mouth slowly big, bigger, biggest.”

They both smiled at each other significantly.

“There’s one matter more that’s been bothering me, Bājī!”

Kħadeejah Muħammadlooked at her.

Seoni Mine?”

Seoni Mine.”

“That’s been bothering me, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad said gravely, “I don’t care that Deepak Khandelwal recruits Muslim Beauties in his staff in a large number and fucks them.”

Nādirā Kaif laughed.

“I think you are right, Bājī!”

“Eh!”

“Yes. Those Muslim Beauties are not born themselves yesterday. They know very well, when Deepak Khandelwal recruits them that actually Deepak Khandelwal wants to fuck them. Yet they always apply in large numbers when they are recruited. What does it mean?”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.

“That the Muslim Beauties enjoy Deepak Khandelwal’s Hindu Penis into their beautiful Muslim Cunts?”

“Doesn’t it, Bājī?”

“Of course, it does.” Kħadeejah Muħammad confirmed Nādirā Kaif, “So it’s actually their personal matter. We don’t have to interfere among Deepak Khandelwal and his Muslim Yalāyalīs.”

“Deepak is facing one more problem, Bājī!”

“Oh, oh! Not Yogéndr Jīvātman?”

Nādirā Kaif was stunned.

“You know it too, Bājī?”

“Well, I’ve to keep me updated, Nādirā! if I really want to keep my position of the Chief Managing Director of the company. However, Yogéndr Jīvātman directly approached me to claim that he is a better Manager than Deepak Khandelwal.”

Nādirā Kaif laughed.

“What did you say?”

“I told him to have more shareholders with him than Deepak Khandelwal has.”

“Now, it explains the ads running in the newspapers and news channels.”

“Doesn’t it?”

Nādirā Kaif remembered the ad:

‘You stockholders of the Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company invested your money because you wanted to make money. You wanted money for yourselves, your Muslim wives, your intimate Muslim Women/Hindu Gents friends, your children from them and your heirs.

What are you getting?

A new bunch of Muslim Pussies every now and then to satisfy the immensely ravenous Hindu Penis of our brilliant Manager, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal.

They are not good at work.

They are good for him on his bed.

As soon as he recruits them, he starts to transfer as many shares of the Durgesh Kħadeejah MuħammadDiamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company in their names as it is possible for him.

Naturally, the Muslim Beauties support him in return.

So, our efficient Hindu Play Boy Manager, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal, is making money and so do his beautiful Muslimāt bed mates.

But, what about you?

Some of our beautiful Muslim women stockholders have surrendered to Deepak Khandelwal and have started to share his bed.

They do not share Durgesh’s bed.

Therefore, it was possible for them.

What about my Muslim women friends?

What about your Muslim women friends?

The main brain working for Deepak Khandelwal, is not his own.

It’s a Mumbai Nympho Maniac, Sidrah Aħmad.

Deepak Khandelwal’s own Extra Ordinary Beautiful Libyan Muslim wife Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain is so fed up of Deepak Khandelwal that she is planning to divorce him.

She has already replaced Deepak Khandelwal with Durgesh while she has a seven-year-old son, Kush Khandelwal too from Deepak Khandelwal.

Sidrah Aħmad is enjoying Deepak Khandelwal’s Hindu Penis into her Sunni Muslimah Cunt as well as Deepak Khandelwal’s wealth too.

If you want to enrich Sidrah Aħmad, Deepak Khandelwal and his Muslimahs bedmates, continue to support Deepak Khandelwal.

But, if you want to enrich yourselves, support Yogéndr Jīvātman.

Mail your proxy to Yogéndr Jīvātman, care Proxy Holders Board of Salvage, and then with Yogéndr Jīvātman in the saddle, watch things begin to hum.’

I entered my room.

The room was used as a writing room cum office by me.

Kħadeejah Muħammadwas waiting eagerly for me.

“Hey, Sex Mystery Sci-fi Writer!” the mischievous Meccan Årab Muslim young woman addressed me; “We’ve a mystery here waiting for you.”

I pulled Kħadeejah Muħammad in my arms and kissed her on her beautiful Meccan Årab Muslim feminine lips.

“Sālī!” I squeezed her Meccan Årab Muslimahs Saůūdī Breasts and buttocks, “Can’t talk without any mischief?”

Kħadeejah Muħammad squeezed my Hindu Penis in return.

“Why should I, my Hindusthānī Hindu Kħasam?”

“Want to get it?”

“Yes!”

I lifted Kħadeejah Muħammad up in my arms and took her into our bedroom attached with the office.

Kħadeejah Muħammad undressed me.

I undressed her and kissed her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt.

Excited Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed my Hindu Penis, took it into her mouth and started to suck it vehemently.

“What happened?” I asked.

We both were stark naked now.

I was lying there on my back.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was almost sitting and lying on my mouth in a manner so that her labial lips were crushing my masculine Hindu lips.

Her back was towards me.

She held my Hindu Penis between her right index finger and thumb, and sucking my Hindu Penis, bending down on it.

Our breaths were hot.

“You can’t live without my Hindu Penis, Kħadeejah!” I said breathing hot, “It was only the night passed I didn’t fuck you. And you are ravenous as if I haven’t fucked you for centuries.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad winked at me.

“You don’t like it?”

“I love it.”

“So don’t complain. Kiss my Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt and let me suck your Hindu Penis.”

“Sālī! That’s why I’ve brought you here in the bedroom. My Hindu Penis is dying to tear out your Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt once again.”

“Your Hindu Penis will be captive there for a long time.”Kħadeejah Muħammad winked, “The poor Hindu King Cobra will go inside, come out till only its head immersed there, go inside again, come out till only its head immersed there. Think out profoundly before indulging into a long jihad with my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt .”

“Long Jihad?”

“Long Jihad.”

“Okay, Sālī! Om Kham Brahm!Om tasmai jyéshthāý Brahmañé namah!”

“Allaho Akbar!” Kħadeejah Muħammad rejoined.

My Hindu Penis entered Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt aggressively.

Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt greeted my Hindu Penis equally.

She was on the bed now on her back.

Her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Muslimah buttocks were up in the air to help her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt swallow my Hindu Penis entirely to the hilt.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!” Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed me passionately on my Hindu male lips, “Your unique Hindu Penis is there now into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt completely. Don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside.”

My masculine Hindu palms pulled her buttocks towards me more and more, trying my Hindu Penis to penetrate her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt more and more in this way.

“Allah!” Kħadeejah Muħammad whispered on my masculine Hindu lips, “Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”

I was kissing Kħadeejah Muħammad on her beautiful scarlet Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah lips.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was whispering again and again,

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”

She was enjoying my entire Hindu Penis into her evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt.

My Hindu Penis was throbbing there immersed to the hilt.

Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah labial lips were throbbing on the base of my Hindu Penis swallowing it completely.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!” Kħadeejah Muħammadwas still whispering.

Her nude smooth Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah thighs had wrapped my nude Hindu waist.

“Allah!” Kħadeejah Muħammad whispered again on my masculine Hindu lips, “Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”

“You were telling me something, darling!”

“Oh, yes! Sorry, I forgot. Your throbbing Hindu Penis into my burning Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt ”

“Yes! I know. My throbbing Hindu Penis into your burning Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt makes you forget everything.” I kissed extremely beautiful Kħadeejah Muħammad on her lips, “Nevertheless, it maybe important to all of us, Kħadeejah darling!”

“It is.” Kħadeejah Muħammad said, “Well, you know Zubédah Sheikħ. She is incurably romantic. Since our receptionist, Kħālidah Ůsmān is on leave today, Zubédah was on the reception.”

“What happened?” I tried to pull out my Hindu Penis somewhat to penetrate her once again with all my strength, but Kħadeejah Muħammad immediately repeated,

“Allah! Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”

“All right. All right.” I stopped pulling out my Hindu Penis, and thrust it back again into Kħadeejah Muħammad’s evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Pussy, grabbing her both mount Everest Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah breasts “You were telling me something important.”

“If Zubédah is on the reception ever, and she pays any attention to anyone she’ll work up a whole Hindu-Muslimah love/sex story around that person. During the noon hour when there are very few calls coming in at the switchboard and people seldom at the office, as Kħālidah Ůsmān does, Zubédah also starts reading Hindu-Muslimahs love/sex stories and eating chocolate creams.”

I grinned.

My Hindu Penis was being pinched by Kħadeejah Muħammad’s ravenous Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt Walls, aggressively, along its entire Hindu length and thickness,

“And then both Zubédah and Kħālidah tell me how they are watching their weight.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad said, smiling.

“Well, Zubédah was reading this Hindu Muslimah love/sex story. She had just come to the most interesting part of the story when the Muslimah started to fuck a Hindu herself, this young woman came in. She was terribly excited. She said she had to see you right away.”

“Yes!” I urged her.

Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt Walls were continuously squeezing my still throbbing Hindu Penis around its entire length and thickness.

Her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah labial lips were still quivering around the strong base of my Hindu Penis.

“Zubédah told her that you were out somewhere that you are seldom able to see anyone without appointment. The young woman was almost hysterical. She said, ‘Never mind. Never mind. I’ll wait. He’ll see me. I’m one of his ardent fans. I love every word he writes.”

“Love?” I smiled.

“Love.” Kħadeejah Muħammad winked significantly.

Kħadeejah Muħammad’s French kiss now, was of my life and her too.

I started to move my tongue into her hot Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah mouth and Kħadeejah Muħammadrepeated the same.

“She said,” After a long and passionate French kiss, Kħadeejah Muħammadtold me, “I don’t want to leave this house until I’ve arranged to have Durgesh protect me. I want Durgesh to look after my interests and I want to get a good detective agency.”

Durgesh?” I asked, “She called me Durgesh?”

“Why not?” Kħadeejah Muħammad winked, “She is a young modern Årab Muslimah Beauty. It’s impossible she does not know how you die to fuck us Årab Muslimahs Beauties.”

I smiled at her.

“And, she is willing to let me fuck her?”

“Who of us isn’t?”

Kħadeejah Muħammad again entered her tongue into my Hindu male mouth.

We continuously kissed for 15 minutes.

By the time she became very horny and me too.

My Hindu dick was trying to tear Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt.

I then started massaging her pair of boobs.

Round shaped boobs with pink nipples.

I started pressing her boobs and nipples with my palms and she felt an electric shock in her body.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was pressing her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah female body upwards.

I started to press her nipples and I was in heaven.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was moaning continuously.

I pressed her boobs for about ten minutes and then started to lick her beautiful Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah neck and belly.

She had clean-shaven Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy and very fair.

Her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah cunt was superb and I just cannot resist myself from fucking it.

She was moaning now loudly and throwing her hips upwards.

She held me tightly and started to press my Hindu Penis into her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah cunt hole.

It felt great.

The taste was heavenly, the test of a young un-fucked untouched Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy.

Juices started to flow out of her cunt lips and this gave me more excitement.

We both were totally nude.

She looked at my Hindu dick penetrating her evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Pussy.

And cried,

“Penetrate my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt hole, Durgesh! Just Penetrate. Penetrate. And Penetrate.

My Hindu cock was throbbing continuously.

She was very tight and I was the happiest man to fuck that evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy. She cried loudly as I pushed my Hindu Penis inside her cunt even though it had become well lubricated with her juices.

Kħadeejah Muħammadwas lying down straight on the bed with her legs on my shoulders.

Her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy was clearly visible.

I gave a little jerk in her hole.

She cried and tried to throw me away but I held her with my strong Hindu arms. And gave her a tight French kiss.

I pulled out and pumped further an inch of my Hindu cock into her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy.

Kħadeejah Muħammadcried loudly but her cries got lost into my mouth.

With two more jerks all the length was lost into her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy once again.

I could feel the warmth and tightness of her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy around my uncut full Hindu cock.

Kħadeejah Muħammadwas throwing her legs moaning loudly and with some jerks pain went away.

Kħadeejah Muħammadstarted to enjoy and moan softly.

I concentrated on her boobs and kept on fucking her.

Kħadeejah Muħammadwas having tears in her eyes and moaning,

“Oh my love! Come on. Do fast. ohhhh noooo ahhhh it’s very enjoying more!!! Fast.”

This gave me more excitement and I started fucking Kħadeejah Muħammadvery fast.

I felt her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy becoming very tight as she had her orgasms.

She kissed me rapidly and said,

“I love you… I love you. I love you. Sex is so good. Sex is so good.”

I kept on fucking and pumping my Hindu dick inside her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy with full length. She had a couple of orgasms before I was Cumming.

I loaded Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy with a great thrust and all my Hindu cum was deeply rooted into her small Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt hole…

Some drops were sliding from the side.

Kħadeejah Muħammad said,

“Allah! It’s something hot inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy.”

We lay in the same position for about 30 minutes.

Then she said me,

“Thank you, Durgesh! Meri Jān! Mere Hindu Piyā!”

I was the happiest person to fuck a beautiful and sexy Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah girl, Kħadeejah Muħammad.

We had many sessions continuously.

At my home, in her bathroom, and even on my terrace too.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was as hypersexual as I was.

Chapter 4

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’-9

 

Årab Mahā Bhārat:  1/22:

‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter3

Chapter 4

Chapter5

Chapter6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Medina city and province

Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer paused, smiled warmly, and reached for the tumbler of water on the lectern beside him.

His audience had applauded his last remark.

“My good friends,” he resumed, “my very good friends and hosts, let me say that your kindness, your hospitality, as well as your devotion to Islam, is nothing new to us Musalmeen. It’s as old as Hijrat-e-Nabvīs . I cannot thank you enough. I mean it. At home, at Al Kuwait Creations; I have often spoken of the ideal of good old fashioned Islamic Brotherhood. Here, in Al Medinah Al Munawwarah, I am sure that you understand I meant nothing anti-Al Saåūd Creations, or anti-Al Saåeed Creations, whatever you want to call yourselves respectfully and with pride. It was nothing chauvinistic or provincial as well, by such remarks. By Islamic Brotherhood, I did not mean the non-supremacy of the Årab Creations as well with respect to the rest of the Islamic Creations. I meant morality and decency in the way Musalmeen treat one another.”

Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer stopped for a moment, and he looked over the audience.

Taking a swallow of water once more, to ease his otherwise hoarse throat, he stood nodding his acknowledgment on the dais.

It was a vast open ground in front of Al Masjid Al Nabvīs.

“I’ve always acknowledged this Great Tree of Islam had its first kernel and roots in this soil. Tonight we are met here on the eve of a momentous five-power meeting, a meeting at which the foremost powers of the Multiverse are meeting.”

Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer, the eldest paternal uncle of, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Dr. Al Hudah Al Aħmad Al Zabeer, watched his audience once more.

His success in his own Creations, Al Kuwait Creations, depended on his success here in Al Saåeed Creations.

His utmost beautiful, mastermind, Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah; had repetitively told him so.

“I’ve successfully established my sexual relations with Durgesh now, Ůmer! Now, Durgesh can’t go exclusively on Al Huah’s side.”

“Thank you, Sābirah.”

“You are most welcome.”

“Now I have done what you requested me to do. Let’s see what you can do now.”

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed hates the ground Durgesh walks on. His beloved, Sheikħzādī Al Zubédah Al Waħāb; has punished him by making every beauty related to him sleep with Durgesh. He can’t befriend with Durgesh ever.”

“Oh oh!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah smiled significantly.

Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer continued to address his audience at Al Medinah Al Munawwarah,

“Your Sheikħ leaves for that crucial summit, tonight, at Jabalpur. Our Sheikħ Ammī is already there. You people wanted the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer; not to represent our Al Kuwait Creations at that summit. It has been managed somehow, by the grace of Allah. Our Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā and your Sheikħ, Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed, represent our belief in Islam and in the possible future still to be shaped. They say there’s a Dr. Hari Seldon born in the 11, 988th year of the Galactic Era. It is disputed that he died in 12, 069 GE. Some say he died actually, some claim he did not. Hindu Vishv managed something sinister not only to save him but to save his so called lady robot wife as well. Anyway, he was born on Helicon, Arcturus sector. He early showed amazing ability in mathematics as our Durgesh did. Anecdotes concerning his ability are innumerable, though some are contradictory. Undoubtedly, his greatest contributions are in the field of psychohistory.”

Sheikħzādā Al Safdar Al Saåeed looked at his ambitious friend from Al Kuwait Creations.

He had too surrendered to Durgesh.

He himself has sent his most beautiful wife, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah Al Waħāb, to woo Durgesh.

“The Hindu moron thinks he disgraces Musalmeen while he fucks the Muslimahs.” Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer had laughed, “All the Musalmeen Creations have sent their representative Muslim Beauties to his Ħarem, to safeguard their poltical, economic and social interests. Why shouldn’t I?”

Sheikħzādā Al Safdar Al Saåeed smiled helplessly at his most credible friend from Al Kuwait Creations,

“We broke up before noon. We’re reconvening at two. Our gang stayed over there to eat, but a few of us slipped out on the media and the rest of them, and came over here to talk it out in privacy. I’ve been sitting in this beautiful Palace study. There are a number of household, extremely beautiful, lady robots here, assigned to us. The Hindus are hospitable enough to see that their guests are comfortable.”

“Sure.” Sheikħzādā Al Safdar Al Saåeed remarked curtly, “Why not? Ultimately, they don’t want any complaint from our women when they sleep with them.”

“Nonsense! It’s Hindus’ Marriage Policy. The Bachhalyas/Vats people professed it to its optimum. The Dvijs also professed it.” Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer laughed.

“And made Hinduism benevolent to the entire womankind and to the entire humankind thus in its due course, peacefully, without any violence whatsoever, at all?” Sheikħzādā Al Safdar Al Saåeed asked ironically.

“Yes. They claim it to be so.”

“They claim it to be so.” Sheikħzādā Al Safdar Al Saåeed repeated sarcastically, “What do you claim?”

“I’m not fool enough to differ with the almighties.”

“I hate you. How can you call the Hindus almighties?” Sheikħzādā Al Safdar Al Saåeed retorted, “Aren’t you a Muslim anymore? There is only one almighty Allah Subħān wa Tåālā.”

“The Hindus are #1 now in every field. The Christians and the Jews are #2. We, the Musalmeen are #3.” Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer smiled. We were #2 once and the Hindus were #3. The Hindus progressed under the disguised leadership of Hindu Vishv and Durgesh. They progressed constantly. They became #2 gradually leaving us behind as #3. They defeated us Musalmeen in every field. We could not stop them.”

“Valī Aħad!”

“Please stop calling me Valī Aħad, Safdar!” Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer said, “You Saåeeds failed in leading us Musalmeen. What a tragedy, we still don’t have any alternative to you Al Saåeeds. You are still the most powerful family in us Musalmeen. You sided with the Chief Commissioner Linge Chen. And Linge Chen succeeded.”

“Don’t be so sure, Valī Aħad!” Sheikħzādā Al Safdar Al Saåeed smiled, “There’s a doubt that the Emperor Cleon I is still alive.”

“And he may appear in the Summit?” Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer retorted, “It’s only a diplomatic rumour Hindus have managed to keep us Musalmeen in line.”

“I’m not as confident any more as you are.” Sheikħzādā Al Safdar Al Saåeed contradicted Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer.

“What do you mean ‘any more’?”

Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno has informed that she is enjoying the hospitality of Hari Seldon and Dors Venabili.”

“What?”Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer jumped almost.

Sheikħzādā Al Safdar Al Saåeed smiled,

“They are here on Trantor.”

“Nonsense!”

“Incredible.” Sheikħzādā Al Safdar Al Saåeed smiled again, “Isn’t it?”

“Of course. Hari Seldon has been reported to be found dead, slumped over his desk in his office at Streeling University in 12, 069 G.E./1 F. E.”

Sheikħzādā Al Safdar Al Saåeed continued to smile,

“Apparently Seldon had been working up to his last moments on psychohistorical equations. His activated Prime Radiant was discovered clutched in his hand.”

It took a long time to Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer to digest the information, his best friend from Al Saåeed Creations, Sheikħzādā Al Safdar Al Saåeed, was providing to him.

He was on Trantor himself.

It was already known to him that Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno was also there.

Sheikħzādā Al Safdar Al Saåeed continued to say,

“According to Seldon’s instructions, the Prime Radiant was shipped to his colleague Gaal Dornick who had recently emigrated to TERMINUS. Seldon’s body was jettisoned into space, also in accordance with instructions he’d left.”

“Stop it.” Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer said in trance, “You are doing nothing except to reiterate the Encyclopedia Galactica.”

Al Zia Al Waħāb tapped one thronged sandal on the polished dance floor listening to the beats.

The heat seeping into the almost empty nightclub from the pavements was stifling.

Al Zia Al Waħāb wished that she were climbing down into the cool water of hotel beach or, better yet, was strolling in the morning air of Al Madinah Province of Al Saåeed Creations.

There were thirteen provinces in Al Saåeed Creations.

The original Saůūdī Årab also had thirteen provinces called the Emirates of Saůūdī Årab, Al Mamalkat Al Årabiyat Al Saůūdīiyat:

  1. Al Bahah, Capital Al Bahah city.
  2. Northern Border, Capital Arar.
  3. Al Jawf, Capital Al Jawf city.
  4. Al Madinah, Capital Madinah.
  5. Al Qasim, Capital Buraidah.
  6. Ha’il, Capital Ha’il city.
  7. Asir, Capital Abha.
  8. Eastern Province, Capital Dammam.
  9. Al Riyadh, Capital Al Riyadh city.
  10. Tabuk, Capital Tabuk city.
  11. Najran, Capital Najran city.
  12. Makkah, Capital Makkah.
  13. Jizan, Capital Jizan city.

The tinny recording was louder, the beat faster, and as she anticipated her cue, Al Zia Al Waħāb automatically snapped her fingers, hunched and weaved her shoulders in the professionally sexy all-with-it way, and took a step to the microphone.

From the corner of an eye, Al Zia Al Waħāb could see that the only other occupants of the nightclub were the proprietor Vikram Dev Tantresh and the director Arjun Yogendr Veerývān.

It was only a rehearsal now.

The director Arjun Yogendr Veerývān was standing behind the proprietor Vikram Dev Tantresh.

He was bending down to whisper something to him.

Al Zia Al Waħāb smiled and went on to her rehearsal.

She went on until the recording stopped and decided that, incongruous as it was to render the Årab sexy song, it was lively enough, noisy and swinging enough, for the highly charged atmosphere of the late show.

That was the hour when the nightclub was always overflowing, full of smoke and chatter, the Indian Hindu tourists finally getting their hands under the short skirts of their Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girl friends.

Breaking off, Al Zia Al Waħāb took the throat of the microphone and said matter of factly,

“That would warm them up, Vikram. Then I thought you could bring the lights down, put a soft green spot on me, and let the band go into ‘That Old Black Magic’. I’ll wear the new cocktail ensemble. There’s enough of it to take off and bring me to the end of the reprise.”

Vikram and Arjun looked at her.

Al Zia Al Waħāb went on,

“Something like this”

Humming the song briefly, Al Zia Al Waħāb began to pantomime her projected striptease,

“Sing-sing, then off with the green gloves and slow unbuttoning and off with the sequined jacket. Then sing-sing, a little pirouetting dance around the floor, right up along the tables, so they can see the blouse, high front but nearly backless and the skirt flares beautifully, so they’ll get a tidbit of my things and bottom. Then back to the mike.”

Both Vikram and Arjun were listening attentively.

Al Zia Al Waħāb went on,

“Sing-sing while I undo the blouse and pull it off. Next, unbutton and unzip the chiffon skirt. Step out of it. Then I’d shake out of the half-slip, next unhook the garter belt and get rid of my stockings. Now only music, no vocal, maybe humming or whistling, a few phrases I’d circle around the customers’ tablesmaybe a little banter instead of humming, whatever you thinkand all the while fumbling with the nylon bra, the skin-tone one, then return to this point, and off with the bra, give them the breasts and some kind of squirming dance for a chorus, then, picking up the lyrics, I’d turn my back or maybe you can start revolving the color wheel in front of the spot, and off come my pants, flesh briefs I think, and that leaves me with only the gold necklace and the gold patch, that’s au naturel enough.”

Both Vikram and Arjun were fascinated now.

Al Zia Al Waħāb kept on saying,

“After that, maybe glide to the centre of the floor, full spot, then arms up high, legs wide apart, head thrown back, hair loose, eyes closed, do a kind of undulating, ravished, pain-and-ecstacy-dance, all in one place, nothing moving but my body, kind of black magic of sex, and as the number ends, I’d burst forward, go down on my knees, head arched way back, and you cut the lights and I get off.”

Al Zia Al Waħāb had become so entrenched by her oral choreography, her creativity that she failed to realize she had been addressing no one but the microphone and herself.

Enthusiastically she turned to the proprietor Vikram Dev Tantresh and the director Arjun Yogendr Veerývān,

“What do you think? I think it can be effective. I’m tired of all the crazy, tricky stuff.”

“Marvellous.” the proprietor Vikram Dev Tantresh said.

“Mind blowing.” the director Arjun Yogendr Veerývān said.

Al Zia Al Waħāb started across the barren dance floor, as arrogantly as possible for the child-woman so long advertized as the Årab Creations’ Sex Goddess.

Passing the two Indians, Al Zia Al Waħāb continued to the front of the club.

Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā, threw aside her electric blanket and swung out of bed.

She stood up, straightening her green pajamas, stuck her feet into slippers, picked her robe off the chair and pulled it on.

Now in her sixties, she was still as beautiful as she ever was.

Her mature Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mannerism and speech had made her more popular among the Årab Muslims.

She knew, she was the only leader acceptable to both the followers of Islam.

The traditional Muslims wanted Al Saåeed Creations still their leaders.

The followers of European Islam were against it, not altogether, but still somewhat.

The young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, represented European Islam more than the traditional one.

It was the main cause, he was facing the trial.

He was unable to understand it.

Even Al Hudah was unable to understand it.

She did not know why her own children were so foolish.

Or, Durgesh is right again?

He is also sixty now.

No one can say that Durgesh is more than thirty.

Åāýéshah Ħasan says Durgesh is not even thirty.

She claims that Durgesh is in his late twenties only.

Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā laughed.

These teen agers and their madness!

The matron brought Al Islam Al Waħāb into the visitor’s room.

I regarded her with interest.

She was a young woman with childish innocence, a platinum blonde with a poker face, wide blue eyes, sexy, flawless skin and a very very attractive Årab American figure.

Her thoughts were not reflected on her innocent beautiful Årab American face, neither in her equally beautiful innocent Årab American eyes.

The doll-like Årab American Beauty would appeal to some Hindu men as unspoiled innocence, but an Indian Musalmān Police Officer, on the prowl, found her striking appearance for Carefully Planned Hindu Man Bait.

One thing was certain.

This Årab American girl would never be inconspicuous, not not noticeable.

Al Islam Al Waħāb might have been anywhere from seventeen to twenty-five years of age.

“Hello, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt!” she smiled.

She was as artlessly friendly as a young puppy.

“Good morning,” I smiled myself, “You don’t need a Hindu husband now. You need an attorney.”

“How do you know?”

My eyes became thoughtful,

“You need a Hindu husband?”

“As if you don’t know. Every Muslim woman needs a Hindu husband.”

“What can even a Hindu husband do if you are behind the bars?”

“He can get me out for him.”

“Oh, so you are not as innocent as you seem to be?”

“Nowadays, no girl of my age is innocent to that extent, Méré Hindu Piyā! If she acts she is, she is actually fooling you. Don’t be silly.”

I smiled,

“You are right, Al Islam Al Waħāb. I am here to represent you, however. And I am not your Hindu Piyā.”

Al Islam Al Waħāb smiled cunningly,

“Are you rejecting my sexual surrender to you?”

“Nonsense! I’m not here to welcome your sexual surrender to me. I said, I’m here to represent you. Moreover, I’m not in your age group too. I’m sixty now.”

Al Islam Al Waħāb smiled at me seductively,

“My friend Åāýéshah Ħasan does not agree with you. She claims you are in your late twenties.”

“Nonsense! What do you mean? I don’t know my age even?”

“You know, but you want to work among mature women. So you pretend that you are in their own age group. My another friend, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb too does not agree with you. She also claims you are in your late twenties.”

She is heavily biased against her Ammī Ħuzoor.”

“My still another friend, Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed too does not agree with you. She also claims you are in your late twenties. The most you can be in your earlier thirties.”

“She is a damnfool and so you are. I’m sixty, I say. I enjoy sex with beauties in my own age group more, than with beauties in your age group. Your age group is too immature for me. However, it’s neither here nor there.”

“Why isn’t it neither here nor there?”

“I’ve already said that. I’m here to represent you, understand?”

“OK, that’s nice. How did you know I was here?”

“A friend told me.”

“Girl friend?” Al Islam Al Waħāb laughed.

“That”I smiled, “I can’t tell you. It’s privileged communication. I hope you are intelligent enough to understand what I said.”

“Your friend?”

“I think, our common friend.”

Al Islam Al Waħāb shook her head,

“I haven’t any here, not in this city. I haven’t been here long enough.”

“Well, I’m going to get you out of here. Can you tell me what happened?”

“I was staying at the Kr’shñ-Āmnah Hotel. I went out to take a walk. I walked up the street for a while. Then I walked back. I didn’t have anything particular to do. This man came up. He wanted to know what I was doing. I told him it was none of his business. He pulled back his coat, showed me his badge, and the first thing I knew I was being bustled into a car and they charged me with vagrancy.”

“You must have been doing something, Al Islam.”

“I wasn’t doing any damn thing. However, what is this vagrancy anyway in your Hindu law?”

“In Hindu Vishv the term vagrant is a catchall for everything the lawmakers, Ārsh Sadan of Hindu Vishv I mean, couldn’t list elsewhere. A peeping Tom is a vagrant. A person who wanders about the streets at late or unusual hours of the night without any visible or lawful business is a vagrant. A person who lodges in a barn, in a shelter, shed, shop, outhouse, or other place without the permission of the owner is a vagrant. A person who”

“Well, they’ve got me arrested as a vagrant and that’s a damn outrage. I naturally can’t stand for it. It’s a false arrest.”

“Yes, I think so.”

“I want me out and prosecute the damnfool Musalmān Police Officer of your Hindu Vishv for false arrest.”

I observed her thoughtfully.

“He was a Musalmān Police Officer?”

“Yes, he himself told me so. He said he isn’t going to let me entertain some Hindu male.”

“Why?”

“You can understand. I am a Muslimah.”

“Our common friend claims you are a nice girl.”

“What do you think I am? A prostitute? These Musalmān impotents think every Muslimah who has a Hindu lover, is a prostitute. What should we Muslimahs do? Live an ascetic life forever, only because Musalmāns are impotents?”

“All the Musalmeen are not impotents.”

“Maybe, but we don’t like them. So what? We are prostitutes because we don’t like them?”

“If you are telling me the truth the Musalmān Police Officer must be crazy.”

“He is.”

“According to the records, you were on the streets without visible means of support. You were apparently soliciting Hindus. The arresting Musalmān Police Officer said you told him you were simply walking the streets.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to tell him where I was staying. He could make a lot of trouble for me, once he knew that. Can’t you see?”

“I can see.”

“It was none of business, I say. He is just jealous of Hindus. He wanted to know what I was doing. I told him I was walking. He wanted to know where I was staying. I told him I didn’t have any place to stay just to avoid further trouble from him. He enquired how much money I had. I told him it was none of his business.”

“It was possible he meant his duty honestly.”

“I don’t think so.” Al Islam Al Waħāb said curtly, “And don’t take his side.”

“I’m not taking his side. I’m stating only a possibility.”

“I don’t think you are here to state possibilities to me.” She said curtly again, “I think you are here to represent me, not the arresting Musalmān Police Officer.”

I sighed.

“You are right. However, I don’t like it.”

“What don’t you like?”

“The way you played the game.”

“Silly boy. I’m not playing any game.”

“Yes, you are. And I’m not any silly boy. I’m a mature man of sixty years.”

“That’s what you claim. No one agrees with you. You are in the earlier thirties at the most. So don’t act too wise to me.”

“Al Islam, I”

“I don’t think it’s necessary that we should argue the point here.”

I sighed again.

She was right again, but I did not say her so, this time.

“The arresting Musalmān Police Officer insisted that I was doing somethingwell, something that I wasn’t.”

“OK, I’ve put up bail in the sum of two thousand nishks for you. I’ll enter a plea of not guilty. I don’t think they’ll do anything more about it if you follow my advice.”

“Why shouldn’t I follow your advice? You are my attorney. Are you not?”

“That” I said, “remains to be seen. If you were really staying at Kr’shñ-Āmnah Hotel, if you really have your personal belongings there in the room, I don’t think there’ll be anything more to it.”

“What an attorney I have!” Al Islam Al Waħāb laughed sarcastically, “He doubts my word right from the beginning. And they say, he believes Muslim Beauties BLINDLY. To hell with the idiots.”

“You’re getting out on bail.” I smiled at her, “I’ll meet you outside.”

I signaled to the matron that the interview was over.

Captain Waħeed Qurayshī, the arresting Musalmān Police Officer, regarded me wearily.

He was on night duty.

He was losing time out of his day’s sleep to appear as a witness against four or five arrests he had made the previous night.

“Hell, I don’t know.” Captain Waħeed Qurayshī, the arresting Musalmān Police Officer, said irritably, “The Muslim dame was marching up and down the street and she didn’t look like a professional, butshucks, I was afraid she’d get herself in trouble somewhere and wind up in a vacant lot with one of her stockings tied around her neck. We don’t have many such cases here in our Hindu Vishv, but we can’t claim there’s not even such a possibility anytime.”

“I see.” I said gravely.

“She gave me the eye.”

“What?” I registered surprise.

“That’s God truth.”

“Oh.”

“She gave me the eye. It may not have been a come-on, but it was certainly an eye. I asked her what she was doing. She told me she wasn’t doing anything. I asked her where she was staying, a natural question from a Police Officer. She said she didn’t have any place to stay. She didn’t have any money. She didn’t have any friends. She was just walking around. I really didn’t have anything on her, but there wasn’t much else I could do.”

I watched Captain Waħeed Qurayshī, the arresting Musalmān Police Officer,

“Soliciting?” I asked.

“She was looking the Hindu males over. I didn’t see her give any of them a come-on. I started questioning her watching her suspicious activities. It was mostly because she looked out of place. From her answers, I figured she was a good looking Muslim kid who’d had trouble from some wicked Musalmeen, and decided  to take what she thought was the easy way. I was afraid she’d even wind up as a corpse by some communal Muslims. I did what I did to save her from such fatal possibilities.”

I was still watching him gravely,

“Well,” I said, “she tells me she had a room at the Kr’shñ-Āmnah Hotel, that she’d just checked in, that she’d gone out to take a walk.”

“Well, why the hell didn’t she tell me that”? I’d have given her a word of warning and that would have been all there was to it.”

I smiled,

“She thought you were insulting her, said you rubbed her the wrong way.”

“So she went to spend the night in jail?” Captain Waħeed Qurayshī, the arresting Musalmān Police Officer, said, “Phooey! that doesn’t make sense to me, even if it makes sense to you. I’ll bet you five bucks she never was near the Kr’shñ-Āmnah Hotel. If she was, she’d been there a while and was hustling. Still, the Kr’shñ-Āmnah’s a straight place. I don’t get it.”

“What if you take a ride with us?”

“What do you mean, Sir?”

“I’m going with her to the Kr’shñ-Āmnah Hotel, I mean.”

“Oh, that? Even then, why should I ride up there? I’ve got work to do. Let her tell it to the judge.”

I smiled suavely,

“If she is a respectable Muslim young woman, if she had a room at a hotel, if she was minding her own business, and you picked her up on a vagrancy charge, it might be just as well if the matter never came to trial. After all, she’s an attractive young Muslim girl and she has friends.”

“Friends?”

“Why not?”

“The hell she does.”

“Well, I don’t think so; neither I think the judge will. I’m here.”

Captain Waħeed Qurayshī, the arresting Musalmān Police Officer, suddenly regarded me with a puzzled appraisal.

“Damned if you ain’t!” he said with sudden incredulity in his voice,”Say, how did a high priced Barrister like you come to be mixed into a case like this”? Don’t say you are interested in Muslim Beauties to such extent.”

“Why shouldn’t I? She is a mind blowing Muslim Beauty. Can’t you see that?”

Captain Waħeed Qurayshī, the arresting Musalmān Police Officer, gave a low whistle,

“You and your Sex Adventures! Allah Allah Kħair Sallah. When do you want me to go?”

“I’m getting her out on bail.” I smiled, “She should be here right away.”

“Enjoyed her already ever?” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī winked at me significantly.

“Nope!” I also winked at him, “Not till now. But I’m certainly going to.”

“Yes, I can see that. Best of luck.”

“Thank you very much.”

“Don’t mention it. You deserve these dazzling Muslim beauties. You certainly go even beyond limit to protect their interests in every field whatsoever. I’ll check on it all right.” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī, the arresting Musalmān Police Officer, watched me thoughtfully, “I thought you were not interested in teen agers.”

“Well, I’m not only a man with a ravenous Hindu Penis. I’m a barrister too ultimately.”

“Yes, I can see.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s perhaps pure coincidence that you almost always have dazzling Musalmān Beauties as your clients.”

I laughed,

“How can I help it, Captain?” I laughed, “I can’t control the clients coming to me.”

“Why not? I can see how helpless you are in the matter.”

I smiled merely.

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī also smiled,

“We understand each other perfectly, Durgesh. They say we are friends even.”

“Are we not?”

“I’m not fool enough to say we are not. We are certainly friends if you say so. My other stuff has all gone over. All pleaded guilty. I’ll just take a look at this. The more I think about it, the funnier it sounds. Maybe the dazzling Muslim girl wanted to have her handsome Hindu lawyer. She has a Muslim Cunt after all.”

“Nonsense!”

“You know very well how crazy the teen agers are to sleep with you.”

“I’m sixty, Captain.”

“Yes, I can see it, but they can’t.”

“Come on. Let’s go.”

We picked up Al Islam Al Waħāb at the discharge room of the jail.

The officer and I entered.

She was signing a receipt for the manila envelope that contained her personal belongings.

She looked up.

Al Islam Al Waħāb smiled at me.

She saw the plain-clothes officer, regarded him for a moment with an expressionless countenance and then said,

“Hello.”

“Hello,” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī said and added inanely, mindlessly, “how are you feeling this morning?”

“Fine.”

“Your barrister, Durgesh is fortunately my friend. He tells me you were staying at the Kr’shñ-Āmnah Hotel.”

“I’ve got a room there.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī smiled.

“It wasn’t any of your business.”

“You didn’t tell you know Durgesh even.”

“I don’t think I should have told you about my friends in need. I think that’s also not any of your business. The fact that you are a Police Officer does not authorize you to invade my privacy or that of anyone else. ”

“I see.”

“I didn’t like the way you acted.”

“You’d have saved yourself a lot of trouble, young lady.” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī said curtly.

“I’m a Musalmān young lady.”

“What?”

“I don’t like to bow to anyone else than Allah Subħān wa Tåālā.”

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī merely smiled.

“You certainly went to a lot of inconvenience to register the fact that you didn’t like my approach.”

“It was a matter of principle.” Al Islam Al Waħāb said curtly, “I try to like people. I’m sorry to say I couldn’t like you even then. You don’t have any respect for women as the other Musalmeen do.”

“I see. You don’t like Musalmeen, I think.”

“Wrong again.”

“Oh.”

“The Musalmeen don’t like me instead, neither they like other Muslim women like me.”

“I see.”

“They try to humiliate us Muslim Women. I try to humiliate such animals, my best.”

“I see. So, you were humiliating me?”

“Why shouldn’t I? You were humiliating me. What did you expect from me? To respect your autocracy?”

“Even then, young lady, it were you who spent a night in jail, not me.”

“Just wait. You are going to suffer for False arrest. I’m vowed to see that you are.”

I watched Al Islam Al Waħāb.

She was determined to make trouble.

Before Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī could recover from the blow from Al Islam Al Waħāb, I said,

“Come on, Al Islam. We are going to take ride with Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī. Let’s not insult him or try to pick a fight with him.”

“I did not insult him ever. He has insulted me. I surrendered to him when he exercised, he exerted, his Police powers unjustifiably on me. Now, it’s my turn and Vallāh! I’m determined to make him pay for it.”

“Al Islam!”

“I don’t forgive the persons who insult me. I spent a whole night in jail for nothing illegal I’ve done.”

“Well,” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī smiled, “There you are Durgesh. She has stated in clear words what she does expect from you. Being her lawyer you can’t go against her.”

“Let me talk with her.”

“Go ahead.”

“Al Islam, the Captain was doing his duty.”

“No, he was not. It’s not his duty to arrest young Musalmān Beauties who stay at respectable hotels and go out just to take a walk and find a suitable place to eat somewhere.”

“That’s not what you were doing, young lady!” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī said tartly.

“I’m not arguing with you. I’m providing the facts to my attorney so that he can argue with yours in front of a suitable judge and make you pay for what you did to me.”

“Allah!”

“I’m glad you remember Allah after all. It seemed to me you don’t know even He exists.”

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī looked at me helplessly.

I smiled at him.

“Well, let’s go.”

“Respect for women!” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī smiled sarcastically, “If you could see what I see, sisterHell!”

“Come on, Al Islam,” I said, “His car is outside. We’re going to take you to the hotel.”

“Why?”

“I want the Captain to see that you are registered there at the hotel and to see that your room is actually rented.”

“Why is it necessary for the idiot to see that?”

“Al Islam, watch your language.”

“I think he is an idiot, and I have every right to say so, if he has a right to act on the assumption that I was soliciting.”

“OK Durgesh. If it’s a fight, let’s fight as she wants to.” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī said curtly, “I think our friendship is mature enough to live it.”

“That’s right.” Al Islam Al Waħāb grimaced.

“He can arrest you again.” I warned Al Islam Al Waħāb.

“Not on the same charge. I’m on bail on that charge now.” Al Islam Al Waħāb smiled tartly, “if he does, he will suffer for contempt of court as well.”

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī looked at her gravely.

So did me.

She was absolutely right.

We left the jail.

“You got a car here?” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī asked me.

“No. I came in a taxi.” I said.

“OK. We’ll go up in the police car.”

On the road, Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī looked at Al Islam Al Waħāb curiously,

“I can’t make you out. How old are you?”

“Just eighteen.”

“The hell you are!”

She said nothing, only smiled tartly.

He drove the car to Kr’shñ-Āmnah Hotel, slammed it angrily into the curb, climbed out of the door and pushed his way through the revolving door of the Hotel.

I, paying required attention to my extremely beautiful client, was behind him.

Al Islam Al Waħāb brought up the rear.

Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī marched up to the desk,

“You got an Al Islam Al Waħāb registered here?”

The young woman clerk, in burqah, looked at him apprehensively,

“Why? Is anything the matter? Is?”

“You got an Al Islam Al Waħāb registered here?”

She looked at the register and said,

“Yes.”

“What number?”

“1115.”

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward Al Islam Al Waħāb,

“Is this the party?”

“I don’t know.” the young woman clerk in burqah said, “I came on duty at nine o’clock this morning. The room was rented after eight o’clock last night. That’s after I go off duty.”

“You don’t know whether this is the Jane or not?”

“No.”

Qurayshī jerked one of the registration cards from the leather holder, turned it over so that the blank back of the card was uppermost, pulled the desk pen from the holder, and handed it over to Al Islam Al Waħāb,

“Sign it.”

She signed in Arabic, in a firm feminine hand.

Qurayshī put the pen back in the container, said to the young woman clerk in burqah,

“OK, let’s take a look at her registration.”

The young woman clerk in burqah brought out the original registration card.

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī, the young woman clerk in burqah, and me; bent over the signatures comparing them.

“There’s no doubt but what they are the same.” I commented gravely.

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī turned angrily at the young woman clerk in burqah,

“Say, look at this card, gal. No address on it. Just the word ‘transient’. How come? Do you let people register that way and get rooms?”

“Just a minute,” the young woman clerk in burqah, said, “There’s a notation on the edge of this card.”

“What’s your name?”

“Mine?” the young woman clerk in burqah, asked in surprise, “Well, Najmah Ħabīb, if that’s any of your business really.”

Al Islam Al Waħāb laughed mirthlessly,

“That’s the problem with him. Just because he’s a Police Officer, he thinks everything of beautiful girls is his business. Extremely jealous of Hindu males, I think.”

Najmah Ħabīb laughed at Al Islam Al Waħāb good naturedly,

“It’s all right. It seems to me that he’s a loser.”

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī was instantly all-alert,

“I beg your pardon?”

“I think you are a Muslim.” Najmah Ħabīb, the young woman clerk in burqah, smiled at him.

“So what, if I am?”

“Simply that I don’t blame you as she is doing.”

“Why are you so gracious?”

“You Muslim males are losing us Musalmān Beauties to Hindu males fastest. Being a loser you must be forgiven for your inferiority complex.”

Inferiority complex? You think I have an inferiority complex?” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī was furious now at Najmah Ħabīb, the young woman clerk in burqah.

“Your entire behavior is proving me right at that.”

Al Islam Al Waħāb laughed insultingly at Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī,

“There you are, Captain.”

“Well,” I interrupted, “Young women, he is my friend, and I know personally from my own knowledge that he is a competent Police Officer.”

“Well, if you say so.” they both looked at each other and laughed insultingly at Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī again.

It took a great effort to Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī, to control himself.

His face was extremely red now out of sheer shame.

The humiliation he was facing from two extremely beautiful young women was more than he could take.

The greater trouble, he was in, was that he couldn’t humiliate them in my presence, in return.

I was his friend but they said me the Hindu Husband of Musalmān Beauties!  Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam!

And Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī knew at least it was somewhat true, even if not entirely.

“You say there’s a notation on the edge of this card.” He tried to bring them to the context again.

It was the only out he could think of.

Najmah Ħabīb observed the penciled notation again, then looked at a memo book and said,

“As it happens, this particular room was reserved by Kħātūn–e-Madīnah, Al Naåeemah Al Waħāb. She is the owner of the Hotel. She telephoned instructions to have the room reserved for Al Islam Al Waħāb. She said if Al Islam Al Waħāb happened to have no baggage it was quite all right even then. The room was to be reserved for her.”

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī grabbed the opportunity to avoid further humiliation, if any the dames were planning,

“When did this call come in?”

“About nine-thirty. That was fifteen minutes before Al Islam Al Waħāb checked in.”

“You got enough rooms so you can deal them out like that?” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī asked somewhat suspiciously.

“When the owner herself says so,” Najmah Ħabīb smiled at him confidently, “we always keep a couple in reserve for emergencies. This was an emergency room. Officially we were all filled up.”

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī turned to Al Islam Al Waħāb,

“Do you know the owner of the Hotel?”

Al Islam Al Waħāb shook her head.

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī said wearily to Najmah Ħabīb,

“Give me a key. We are going up.”

Najmah Ħabīb reached in the box and handed us the key to room 1115.

Al Islam Al Waħāb walked over to the elevators with us, as calmly and as naturally as though we were her trusted friends of her own family.

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī snapped the floor number at the operator and the cage shot upward.

Waħeed stopped in the corridor just outside the elevator.

His eyes were crafty,

“Which way?” he asked Al Islam Al Waħāb.

“Left.”She answered without even any slightest hesitation.

We walked down the hall to the left.

Near the end of the corridor, we came to room 1115.

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī inserted the key and opened the door.

The room was fresh, the bed undisturbed.

A small handbag stood on the baggage rack.

It was there apparently in the same position as it had been placed by a bellboy.

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī calmly walked over, snapped back the catches on the handbag, opened it and looked at the meager assortment of feminine wearing apparel.

“This stuffs yours?” he asked Al Islam Al Waħāb.

“Yes.” Al Islam Al Waħāb answered him contemptuously and rushed to me,

Durgesh dear, let me be properly grateful to you.”

She put her arms around my neck, embraced me, and kissed me full on my lips, deliberately ignoring the presence of Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī there.

I put my palms on her extremely beautiful Muslim buttocks, pulled her to me, and kissed her back as savagely as if she was known to me all along for a long time.

We kissed passionately each other, kissed and kissed.

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī watched it with hard eyes.

“You’ve got a driving license?” ultimately, he asked her again.

Al Islam Al Waħāb didn’t try to move out of my arms around her.

“No,”she said enjoying my intimacy, “I don’t drive.”

“Social security number?”

“No.”

“Any identification?”

“I’ve some cards.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked curtly, “Arrest her all over again?”

“Why not, if I can?” he smiled brutally, “She wants to prosecute me for False arrest. Why shouldn’t I try to prove that it was not a False arrest at all, if I can?”

“Want to be punished for Contempt of Court too?”

“I knew it that you’d take her side always, though you are my friend.” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī laughed, “She has a Musalmān Cunt for your ravenous Hindu Penis that I don’t. Sorry to say to you that as far as Musalmān Beauties are concerned, we Musalmeen know, no Hindu is reliable. You Hindu males are heavily biased against us Musalmeen in favour of the Musalmān Beauties, only because they have beautiful Musalmān Cunts to welcome your ravenous Hindu Penises into them.”

Al Islam Al Waħāb chuckled,

“If you know that why are you fighting with us Musalmān Beauties? Why don’t you accept our right to surrender our beautiful Musalmān female bodies to whomsoever we want?”

She grabbed my Hindu Penis and squeezed it showing Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī to humiliate him further.

“There’s something cockeyed here.” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī said curtly.

“I fail to see it.” I announced triumphantly, humiliating him further, “This young Muslim woman has a room in a local hotel. She has baggage. She goes out on the street for a place to eat and while she’s trying to size up a suitable restaurant, you pounce on her, browbeat her, and accuse her of soliciting. Naturally her feelings toward you are somewhat less than friendly.”

“Oh, save it for the jury.” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī said sarcastically, “She is extremely beautiful and she is holding and squeezing your greedy Hindu Penis significantly. Enjoy sex with her. Oblige the Musalmān Beauty.”

“You want to watch us while we are having sex with each other?”Al Islam Al Waħāb smiled at him sweetly.

“I want to see to what extent the Muslim women have fallen.” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī gritted through his teeth.

“Not ‘fallen’, idiot, ‘liberated’.”Al Islam Al Waħāb said curtly, OK, Durgesh darling, he wants us to watch having sex with each other. Why don’t we oblige him? I want to humiliate him as much as I can. He made me to spend a night in jail, and Vallāh! I want him to punish for it.”

She unzipped my pant and brought out my throbbing Hindu Penis.

She kissed it, licked it, then swallowed greedily into her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth and began to suck me vehemently.

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī laughed ironically and watched us with increasing interest.

Al Islam Al Waħāb undressed me fully.

I undressed her too.

“Remember, I’m sixty, Al Islam Al Waħāb.” I smiled, “You say you are just eighteen.”

She laughed,

“Let’s show him, Durgesh darling, what a Hindu can do even at sixty to a dazzling Musalmān beauty of eighteen. He must suffer and accept the great sex prowess of Hindus with us Musalmān Beauties.”

“You are crazy.” Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī said.

“I know.” Al Islam Al Waħāb laughed humiliating Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī more and more, “You all Musalmeen are suffering from great inferiority complex as Najmah Ħabīb says. We, the entire Musalmān Beauties, have rejected you impotent Musalmeen forever now in favour of brilliant and smart Hindus. We love Hindu Penis in our Musalmān Cunts now, exclusively. You want to see it? Go ahead, and watch it, impotent!”

She sucked my Hindu Penis, showing him proudly,  more and more.

I was kissing her entire extremely beautiful Musalmān female body.

I kissed her still virgin Musalmān Cunt even.

She closed her beautiful eyes in passion when I kissed her virgin Musalmān Cunt.

Then, I made her to lie on her back.

She smiled at Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī and put her beautiful nude Musalmān legs on my shoulders with a great exhibition to him.

I positioned my throbbing Hindu Penis between her greedy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān labial lips, rubbed it there, rubbed and rubbed.

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī was watching it with burning eyes.

Then he saw that my Hindu Penis entered Al Islam Al Waħāb’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Cunt ultimately.

Chapter 10

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More on Mahā Bhārat from Durgesh:

1.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

2. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14

15. Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat: 1

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11

16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12

17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13

18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90. The Extent

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

92.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

93. Three sons three Ammīs

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

99.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

124. The everincreasing infinite lust

125. The women in my life

126. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

169. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

170. Her Ultimate Decision : 4

171. Her Ultimate Decision : 5

172. Love on the high grass

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

29. Kabhī nahīn chāhā

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

41. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

42.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

49. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

50. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25



Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’-7

Årab Mahā Bhārat:  1/22:

‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter3

Chapter 4

Chapter5

Chapter6

Chapter 7

City of Mecca,

Mecca Province

وَمَن تَطَوَّعَ خَيْرًا فَإِنَّ اللَّهَ شَاكِرٌ عَلِيمٌ

‘waman tatawwaAAa khayran fainn’ Allah’ shakirun AAaleemun.’

‘And whoever does a good work voluntarily should know that Allah is appreciative, All-Knowing.’

Al Qur’ān Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah: 158

I fucked her nearly for half an hour, in this position, then lay on the bed with my Hindu Cock pointed to the ceiling.

I made Al Firdaus Al Jamāl sit on my Hindu Cock and go up down up down.
Her large and firm Saůūdī Årab Musalmān boobs were jumping with every motion.

I caught the jumping Saůūdī Årab Musalmān boobs with my Hindu palms and started squeezing them hard.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl came on my Hindu pole again and again.
Then she could feel my big Hindu Cock jerk and knew each time it jerked, I was shooting up another gob of my Hindu cum very deep up into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt.

It was approaching and being stored directly into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Womb.

Her eyes filled with tears.

In this position, her husband, Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed, could never fill her womb as I was filling.

Why Hindus are so expert in sex?

Why Muslims are so dumb in sex?

It was the holy City of Mecca.

They had gone to Kħānae Kābā to thank Allah on account of their twelfth wedding anniversary.

The Kaaba (Arabic: الكعبة al-Kaåbah; IPA: [‘kɑåbɑ])[1] is a cubical building located inside the al-Masjid al-Haram mosque in Mecca, Saudi Arabia. The mosque was built around the original Kaaba.

The Kaaba is the holiest place in Islam.[2] The qibla, the direction Muslims face during prayer, is the direction from their location on Earth towards the Kaaba. It is around the Kaaba that ritual circumambulation is performed by Muslims during the Hajj (pilgrimage) season as well as during the Umrah (lesser pilgrimage).[2]

Nevertheless, after filling her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā womb entirely, my Hindu cum started running down her leg when I simmered down.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl fell forward and collapsed on my nude Hindu male body.

I caught her face in my hands and kissed Al Firdaus Al Jamāl deeply.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl too replied by inserting her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā female tongue deep in my Hindu male mouth.
I commented to Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed, winking at him lewdly.

“Now, your beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl, knows she has been fucked by a real Hindu Cock.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed looked at me.

“What do you want to do now?”
“Why don’t we have a rest?” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb suggested, “There must be some refreshment in
this house. Then we can have another go at this sexy bitch. I’ll go look in the refrigerator while you stay here. Bitch, do you want to have something?”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was still lying on her stomach on me and didn’t answer.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb soon returned with refreshment.

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb and I sat on the bed
while we had our refreshment.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed noticed his wife had her legs slightly parted.

He saw a big wet spot on the sheet and could see my Hindu cum still oozing out of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt.
When I finished my refreshment, I said,

“We might as well continue. Al Firdaus Al Jamāl dear! Get back up on your knees again.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl didn’t move.

She was completely worn out.

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb slapped on her
butt causing her to move.

She knew there wasn’t any way out of their
predicament until I had fucked her as much as Al Zubédā Al Wahāb wanted.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl slowly and reluctantly got up on her knees again at the side of the
bed.
My Hindu Cock easily went in her cum filled Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy.

I started back and forth movements.
” Al Firdaus Al Jamāl darling, you are so stretched, I don’t feel much of anything. You are
going to give me a blowjob and it had better be good. Turn around and sit on the side of the bed.” I smiled ultimately.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was thrilled to hear this.

He wanted to see what she would do
now.

She never before paid any thought to occasional pleas of Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed
to have his nooni sucked.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl turned around as ordered and sat on the edge of the bed.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed watched as I walked up to her with my Hindu Cock pointing at her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

As ordered, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl took my Hindu Cock in her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā mouth and cupped my Hindu balls.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was fascinated seeing his Extra Ordinary Beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife deep sucking my Hindu Cock.

I started fucking her beautiful smart Saůūdī Årab Muslimā mouth.

I had already cum once, so I fucked her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā mouth for quite a while until my knees began to buckle.

I groaned and shot several Hindu spurts in her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā mouth.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl started to look for the tissues to spit it out, but I told her to swallow.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl nearly gagged as she did.

She knew she couldn’t get pregnant from swallowing my Hindu seed, but I had already planted my Hindu seed in her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy and into her womb even through it, directly.

It was a losing situation.
“Suck this up and make it rock hard.”

My Hindu Cock was right in front of her face.

She held it with her hand, then swirled her tongue around the head.

I tried to get more of my Hindu Cock in her mouth, but she couldn’t take much more.

She could feel my Hindu Cock slowly becoming very hard.
“I’m going to fuck you again. Last time you fucked me like a trained Saůūdī Årab Muslimā woman. I’m going to lie on my back again and let you ride my Hindu Cock.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed watched as his wife held my big Hindu Cock to aim it at her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā hole as she started to sit on it again.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was well lubricated after having huge loads of my Hindu cum dumped in her.

While she was sitting on my Hindu Cock,
she could feel my Hindu cum draining out of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt on to her hand and on to my Hindu Cock and balls.

The sheet was already a mess.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed watched as the big Hindu Cock slowly started disappearing into his wife’s pink Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy.

She was taking it much better this second time and she had control.

His beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife leaned forward somewhat to allow her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā pelvis to touch mine, before my Hindu Cock was fully in.

This way she could keep from taking it fully in her.

She started making circular movements hoping it would not take him very long to cum again.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb was watching the action and could see her Hindu boyfriend’s Hindu Cock in her
Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed noticed her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass as she was fucking Durgesh slowly.

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb moved close to the bed so that she could watch closely.

The crease of Al Firdaus Al Jamāl’s sexy round Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass was beautiful.

There was plenty of lubrication around her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy and ass.

She continued circular movements, and then started up and down on my Hindu Cock.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was hoping I would cum soon, but I just lay still allowing her to
fuck me.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl said, “Don’t you want to cum, Durgesh? I’m doing my best for you.”
“Just keep it up, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl darling, I’ll finish when I’m good and ready to finish.”
This seemed to go on for a long time.

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb then pushed Al Firdaus Al Jamāl on me.

I squeezed her soft juicy body to mine.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was sitting there completely mesmerized with our sex play.

I fucked and fucked his extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife.

She was not even having enough energy to cry now. As usual, I spurted my Hindu cum inside her.
After emptying out my balls completely, I smiled at her and kissed her.

She also managed to smile at me now.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl started faster movements on my Hindu Cock.

She finally felt that I was becoming more aroused again.

I was about to shoot into her once more.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl made even faster movements until she could feel my Hindu jerk with each spurt of my Hindu seed I planted deep again into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā belly.
Then, I said in a demanding voice,

“Sālī! Still lying on me. Get up and clean me.”
As Al Firdaus Al Jamāl got up, my Hindu cum started pouring out of her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān cunt.

It rolled down through her thighs to her feet.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl moved in a position to take the head of my Hindu Prick in her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā mouth to clean me.

She could feel my Hindu male body go though small sexual shudders as she sucked the head of my Hindu Penis .
I got up and suggested to Al Zubédā Al Wahāb that we should go.
“We didn’t get many of her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimahs nanads, but you did get to fuck this sexy bitch. The evening was not a complete loss.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb smiled at me.
I looked at Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed and Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.

“You cooperated very well. Now when
you hear us drive away, you can untie your husband. Thanks for the enire great, long fuck.”

“One minute!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb interrupted, “One minute, Durgesh darling!”

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl looked at her horrified.

Allah! Now what more this bitch wants to be done to her?

Hasn’t she paid yet enough price of marrying this impotent Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed?

The impotent was masturbating himself while Durgesh was crushing his wife on their twelfth wedding anniversary.

“You should not insult her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass, Durgesh!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb winked at me, “What a beautiful ass she has and you are leaving her entirely untouched by your great Hindu Penis?”

“Zubédā!” I laughed, “Let her go now! She has been humiliated very much already.”

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Al Firdaus Al Jamāl screamed, “I don’t want any favor from any of you. Come on. Do it also!”

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was suddenly all-alert.

“Zubédā!”

“Don’t plead with her!” Al Firdaus Al Jamāl screamed again, “I say don’t plead with her. Durgesh! Come on! Penetrate my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass also. Give her full satisfaction. She deserves it.”

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl went on her knees once again.

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb smiled and
pushed me on Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.

I pulled Al Firdaus Al Jamāl‘s soft juicy Saůūdī Årab Muslimā female body once again to me.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl herself made her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Muslimā asshole open for me.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed, weeping,
thoroughly lubricated her asshole.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl screamed, and started writhing.

I was just too strong for her.

I placed the tip of my Hindu Cock at the entrance of her tight Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass hole and pushed my Hindu Cock in.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl screamed again, cried loud “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh h hhhhhh ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” she started crying with pain.

Tears rolled down her eyes on Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed.

I started fucking her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān asshole with long Hindu thrusts.

When I pulled my Hindu Cock away a bit, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl would let her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass relaxed somewhat from my Hindu Cock, but soon I would bury it again.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was sitting there completely mesmerized again with our sex play.

I penetrated and penetrated her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was not even having enough energy to cry now.

As usual, I spurted my Hindu cum inside her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass hole, ultimately.

After emptying out my balls completely I kissed Al Firdaus Al Jamāl passionately.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl Kissed me back with tear filled eyes.

“Thanks, Durgesh! You listened to me this time.”

“Don’t mention.”

“I want to say that I love you.”

“Firdausssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed screamed.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl turned back and spat out on his mouth.

Then she kicked him with her right foot.

So humiliated felt Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed him that he called religious police even.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl laughed.

Durgesh will kill you.”

“He is your Hindu Kħasam now.” Safdar Al Saåeed sneered, “Isn’t he?”

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl again kicked him with her foot.

“Want to get my kicks more? Durgesh has fucked me as much as to have enough energy to kick you as much as you need.” Simultaneously, she laughed.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam approached.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed grimaced.

He had called her husband, Commander Al Ůsmān Al Islam.

It was not a good sign that his wife approached instead.

After the extremely humiliating rape of his wife, he had reached the decision that a woman can never go against Durgesh.

He raped his wife, and how did she bid goodbye to him?

“Thanks, Durgesh! You listened to me this time.”

“Don’t mention.”

“I want to say that I love you.”

“Firdausssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed screamed.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl turned back and spat out on his mouth.

Then she kicked him with her right foot.

She thanked Durgesh.

She acknowledged Durgesh had actually favored her.

Quite unashamedly, she told Durgesh:

“I want to say that I love you.”

And when he objected she spat on his mouth and kicked him with her foot.

It was a blunt declaration that she did not acknowledge him her husband any longer.

To all appearances, Al Åāýeshā Al Islam was a little more than the person could neglect. Demure and little more than pleasant, she attracted a second glance always.

She was pink, tall, with silky, dark hair, and bound in a high ponytail by an ordinary rubber band.

She was dressed sedately in a shalvar-kurta ensemble, with a light chiffon dupatta spread over her torso and knotted behind her back. She wore no makeup or jewellery, except a gold chain with an amulet around her neck. She sprawled beneath me.

She was panting and sweating from her sexual exertions, naked but for the gold chain around her neck.

I wondered how many people could even have guessed her to be such a performer in bed.

I knew that she had her own business as a disguise.

I had never imagined that she would be a surprisingly proficient lover as well.

I could scarcely believe she invited me.

I was bedding now a regular married Saůūdī Årab Musalmān woman, fucking her constantly.

But it was nothing new to me.

I was always bedding too many of regular married Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt right ab initio.

Even Al Firdaus Al Jamāl has joined them now, forever.

She hated her husband, Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed, now, as she had never hated anyone ever before.

Earlier that night, I was down in the car park, after my night stroll.

I looked up idly and my eyes slid past the windows of her house and then, in a classic double take, snapped back.

She stood at her window, looking at me. Even at that distance, there was no mistaking the fact that she was watching me.

As I watched, Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police slid her hands under her breasts and brazenly lifted her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā breasts.

I smiled at her.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police moved her hands to her breasts and squeezed them in flagrant invitation. Watching me, she spread her feet apart and pumped her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Muslimā buttocks in an unmistakably obscene manner.

Mecca was a religious city, yet―

Mecca
Makkah al-Mukarramah
مكة المكرّمة

Coordinates: 21°25′N 39°49′E / 21.417, 39.817
Province Makkah
Government
Mayor Shareef Usama Al-Barr
Area
– Total 26 km² (10 sq mi)
Elevation 277 m (909 ft)
Population (2004)
– Total 1,294,168

Mecca IPA: /’mækə/ or Makkah IPA: [ˈmækə] (in full: Makkah al-Mukarramah IPA: [(Arabic) mækːæ(t) ælmʊkarˑamæ]; Arabic: مكّة المكرمة‎) is an Islamic holy city in Saudi Arabia’s Makkah Province, in the historic Hejaz region. It has a population of 1,294,167 (2004 census). The city is located 73 kilometres (45 miles) inland from Jeddah, in a narrow valley, 277 metres (910 ft) above sea level. It is located 80 kilometres (50 miles) from the Red Sea. Historically, the city has also been called Becca[1][2].

The city is revered by Muslims for containing the holiest site of Islam, the Masjid al-Haram (The Sacred Mosque) of Mecca. A pilgrimage to Mecca during the week of the Hajj is one of the Five Pillars of Islam, a sacred duty that is required of all able-bodied Muslims who can afford to go, at least once in their lifetime. People of other faiths are forbidden from entering the city.

The English word mecca (uncapitalized), meaning “A place that is regarded as the center of an activity or interest” or “A goal to which adherents of a religious faith or practice fervently aspire.” [3] is borrowed from Mecca

Nodding slightly, Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam beckoned to me and stepped back into the shadows.

My heart thumping with excitement, I raced up the stairs to her second floor apartment. At her door, I stopped and took a deep breath.
My pulse throbbed.

Gently, I tried the door.

It swung open.

I stepped in and shut it quietly.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police was waiting in the living room.

The Committee for the Propagation of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice (abbreviated CPVPV; هيئه الأمر بالمعروف و النهي عن المنكر in Arabic) is the English name of the Saudi Arabian government bureaucracy employing “religious police” or mutaween (مطوعين romanized in English) to enforce Sharia Law within that Islamic nation. (See mutawa’een for a list of variant spellings and an extended description of Islamic religious police.)

Its approximately 3500 members, and many more volunteers, patrol the streets enforcing dress codes, strict separation of men and women, salaat prayer by Muslims during prayer times, and other behavior it believes to be commanded by Islam.

One could see the black bra clearly under her red blouse, even the shape of the nipple was visible slightly.

She noticed me giving those glances. I walked up to her, hugged her, and placed my Hindu male lips on hers.

I sucked her lower lip into my mouth.

Boy! Was she hot?

Soon I had my Hindu male tongue down her throat as my hands started roaming over her ample backside.

She responded by holding my face close to hers.

Encouraged by this I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

“Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed has made a written complaint that you raped his wife.”

“I’m licensed to fuck any girl or any woman I choose, my darling!” I laughed, “Tell the damnfool!”

The sudden cool air of the AC made her hot nipples stand out behind the wet fabric.

I made her stand in front of the mirror while I nibbled on her ear and neck and released her hair.

It flowed down to her waist.

“I told him.” Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police grabbed at my Hindu Penis smiling, “He says you humiliated him.”

Gradually I removed her blouse and started fondling her beautiful erect Saůūdī Årab Muslimā breasts.

“His wife spat on his mouth.” I smiled ironically, “She kicked him with her foot even and the Sheikħzādā Bahādur reports that I humiliated him? Great!”

The Mutaween (Arabic: مطوعين‎) (variant English spellings: mutawwain, muttawa, mutawallees, mutawa’ah, mutawi’, mutawwa’) are the government-authorized or -recognized religious police (or clerical police) of Saudi Arabia. More recently, the term has gained use as an umbrella term indicating any religious-policing organization in an Islamic nation with at least some government recognition or deference, who enforce varied interpretations of Shariat Law.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police was getting excited now and while grinding my Hindu erection against her dazzling Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass I removed her bra exposing those twin beauties.

I picked her up and threw her on the bed roughly.

This seemed to excite her more.

I removed my t-shirt and fell over Al Åāýeshā Al Islam.

I ran my tongue over the underside of her breasts, making circles first on one and then the other.

I gradually moved towards her nipple.

Enforcement

The religious police in Saudi Arabia are employed in direct order of command of King Abdullah. They are tasked with enforcing Shariat as defined in Saudi Arabia. In addition to having the power to arrest, anyone engaged in homosexual acts, prostitution, fornication, or proselytizing of non-Muslim religions, they can also arrest unrelated males and females caught socializing, enforce Islamic dress-codes, Muslim dietary laws (e.g. pork) and store closures during the prayer time. They prohibit the consumption or sale of alcoholic beverages and seize banned consumer products and media regarded as un-Islamic (such as CDs/DVDs of various Western musical groups, television shows and film). They also actively prevent the religious practices of other religions within Saudi Arabia.[1][2]

Saudi Mutaween are often accompanied by the regular police, but also patrol without police escort. They recently launched a website on which un-Islamic behavior can be reported. [3][4][5][6]

Among the Western practices suppressed by the Mutaween is the celebration of Valentine’s Day. Condemning the festivities as a “pagan feast”, Mutaween inspect hotels, restaurants, coffeehouses, and gift shops on February 14 to prevent Muslim couples from giving each other Valentines or other presents. The sale of red roses, red stuffed animals, red greeting cards and other red gift items is banned according to storeowners. These items are confiscated, and those selling them subject to prosecution. [7][8]

More recently, the police have issued a decree banning the sale of dogs and cats, also seen as a sign of Western influence. The decree which applies to the Red Sea port city of Jeddah and the holy city of Mecca bans the sale of cats and dogs because “some youths have been buying them and parading them in public,” according to a memo from the Municipal Affairs Ministry to Jeddah’s city government.[9]

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police moaned with anticipation as finally I started sucking on one and then the other.

I lifted up her arms and started nibbling at her armpits..

The strong earthy smell was fantastic.

Turning her over I ran the tip of my tongue over her spinal column down to her waist.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police sighed with pleasure as I bit her fleshy Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass.

Etymology

“Mutawwa’īn” (plural; sing. mutawwa’) originally referred solely to Saudi Arabia’s infrastructure of proselytization and enforcement of Wahhabist tenets under the Committee for the Propagation of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice. However, the phonetic Romanization “Mutaween” has gained increasing use as a generic term for any religious-policing organization in a Muslim nation. This may range from official state bureaucracies to unabashed militant enforcers aligned to powerful local clerics (e.g., the Komité Islamic Revolutionary Guards Corp and more militant Basij and Pasejis [1] all simultaneously exist in Iran).

Recently (2005), “Mutaween” has appeared to describe the enforcement of Shariat by autonomous groups within Muslim enclaves located inside secular nations[2][3], and has also entered the lexicon of blogosphere slang as a sarcastic pejorative describing politicized, non-Islamic religious groups.

Frantic with anticipation she was pulling at her saree.

It meant she was prepared for me.

It was all pre determined and prearranged.

It was not sudden as I was in impression till now.

She was on duty still now.

She was acting on the written complaint she received from Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed.

The message was clear.

Fuck me if you want the matter to be dealt in your favor.

Fuck me till I’m content.

Otherwise, your assistant in the rape, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb, can face some fresh trouble from us.

She is not licensed to assist in the rape.

Only you are licensed to fuck.

All right, Sālī! Enjoy my Hindu Penis into your Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt.

Or, into your Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass also?

Okay!

I know, your husband is out of MECCA.

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb had already contacted you.

She had a deal with you already.

She made Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed to pay his debt afterwards.

So, it was the deal?

Even you are ravenous.

Even your husband is not competent to meet your animal physical needs?

Mutaween in Saudi Arabia

Main article: Committee for the Propagation of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice

The Mutaween in Saudi Arabia are tasked with enforcing Shariat as defined by the government, specifically by the Committee for the Propagation of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice (CPVPV). The Mutaween of the CPVPV consists of “more than 3,500 officers in addition to thousands of volunteers…often accompanied by a police escort.” They have the power to arrest unrelated males and females caught socializing, any one engaged in homosexual behavior or prostitution; to enforce Islamic dress-codes, and store closures during the prayer time. They enforce Muslim dietary laws, prohibiting the consumption or sale of alcoholic beverages and pork, and seize banned consumer products and media regarded as un-Islamic (such as CDs/DVDs of various Western musical groups, television shows and film). Additionally, they actively prevent the practice or proselytizing of other religions within Saudi Arabia, where such a thing is banned.[5][6]

Among the things the Mutaween have been criticized or ridiculed for include, use of flogging to punish violators, [7][8][9] banning Valentines Day gifts,[10][11] arresting priests for saying Mass,[12] and being staffed by “ex-convicts whose only job qualification was that they had memorized the Quran in order to reduce their sentences.”[13]

Perhaps the most serious and widely criticized incident attributed to them occurred on March 11, 2002, when they prevented schoolgirls from escaping a burning school in Mecca, because the girls were not wearing headscarves and abayas (black robes). Fifteen girls died and 50 were injured as a result. Widespread public criticism followed, both internationally and within Saudi Arabia itself. [1]

Religious police were very active and powerful in Afghanistan during the 1996-2001 reign of the Taliban, which also established a Committee for the Propagation of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice, Based at least in part on the Saudi Mutaween, although commonly referred to as “munkrat” not “Mutaween”, the police enforcement of Shariat was one of the main activities of the Taliban regime and even stricter than that of the Saudi Mutaween.[14]

I licked and sucked every inch of Al Åāýeshā Al Islam’s voluptuous Saůūdī Årab Muslimā body.

When I reached her slightly rounded Saůūdī Årab Muslimā stomach, I dipped my tongue into her navel and at the same time ran my hand up her petticoat and thighs to her moist Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police was hot and dripping.

Both the husband and wife were good cops, but the wife was more successful and more cunning.

She was resourceful.

Planning her night with me, she deliberately arranged so that her husband should be out of Mecca when Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed calls him.

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb had already given her the idea.

It was not easy now, to bring the Sambhogéshvar, the Sambhog Purushottam, to her bed.

It was quite a manageable job.

The Sambhogéshvar, the Sambhog Purushottam, was too busy in fucking millions of extra ordinary Beauties now.

I brought my finger up and put it into her mouth on her request. She licked my fingers hungrily as I removed her saree and started kissing and biting her thighs over the petticoat till, I reached her toes.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police had sexy ankles and soon I started licking and tickling her cheeks and sucking her beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Muslimā lips. Then hocking up her petticoat I made my way up.

Eyes closed and nose inhaling the musky aroma of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā womanhood while kissing every part of her Shapely Saůūdī Årab Muslimā thighs.

Soon I saw her forest of thick curly hair with moisture seeping out of it.

I dived in and started inhaling up those fragrant Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt juices.

I alternately kissed on her clitoris and her fuck canal.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police was going crazy and beating my backside with her arched fist. Her hands were on my head, urging me on.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police was regaining her breath.

She gave me a soft kiss on my male Hindu lips.

I softly held her head and whispered that now I would pleasure myself.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police smiled as I stood up and removed my trousers and underwear in one motion and rolled her over.

She bent over, and stuck her round Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass up.

Any hesitancy my overworked Hindu Cock had had now disappeared at the sight of that beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā backside.

Al Åāýeshā Al Islam’s tight Saůūdī Årab Muslimā vulva looked delicious, peering at me enticingly between her thighs.

I knew I was in for some good, long humping.

I mounted her from behind, sunk my inches into her.

Her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā pussy lips gripped my Hindu Cock with surprising tightness.

Were Commander Ůsmān Al Islam such an abundant fool that he kept such a Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Beauty ravenous?

Well, if he was, it was the best support he could provide to me, in fucking his extremely beautiful wife.

I gripped her curvy Saůūdī Årab Muslimā hips and pulled her against me, her plump butt cheeks squishing out against my stomach.

I was buttfucking my beautiful Al Åāýeshā Al Islam…

The fucking was relentless and urgent for both of us.

My Hindu pelvic muscles were becoming tired from ceaseless humping.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police moaned as she reached orgasm after orgasm, each time she pressed her rump hard against me, trying to get my Hindu cock as deep into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt, as possible.

As I soon learned, my balls had quickly cooked up some more sperm for her, and after probably five hours of rapid relentless fucking, I began to unload my Hindu juice inside her.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police sensed the Hindu ejaculations splattering in her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā womb, because she rocked up against me and pressed her ass into me, hard.

I shot in my load, as the sweet sensation of orgasm radiated through my body, and I gripped her soft love handles hard as I filled her up.

Her tight Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt lips milked my Hindu balls dry.

I withdrew my Hindu Cock.

It was greased with her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān feminine juices.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police watched my jiz flow slowly out of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā pussy down her shapely thighs.

She slid a hand down to my Hindu groin and fondled my again swelling Hindu penis.

I groaned softly.
Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police bent her head and sucked.

Her beautiful long Saůūdī Årab Muslimā fingers coiled around the long serpent of my Hindu Penis.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police fisted me slowly, feeling me harden in her hands, and slid to her knees before me.

Flipping back my Hindu foreskin, Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police swirled her long tongue expertly over my Hindu cock-head.

Her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā breath was warm on my Hindu tool-tip, and then her mouth enveloped my Hindu Cock in its moist Saůūdī Årab Muslimā warmth.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police began to suck hard on my Hindu Penis, her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā head moving rapidly back and forth.

I groaned and arched my head.

I fucked her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā mouth slowly, pumping my hips at her face, moving her head back and forth.

My Hindu Cock and her red Saůūdī Årab Muslimā lips and cheeks grew shiny and sticky with my pre-cum Hindu gunk.

I bent and fondled her beautiful erect Saůūdī Årab Muslimā breasts and found them swollen turgid, the rigid nipples quivering under my thumbs.

Population density in Mecca was very high. Most long-term residents of Mecca lived in the Old City, and many work in the industry locally known as the Hajj Industry. As one Saudi CEO was quoted as saying, “We never stop preparing for the Hajj.” Year-round, pilgrims stream into the city to perform the rites of Umrah, and during the last weeks of Dhu al-Hijjah, on average 4 million Muslims arrive in the city to take part in the rites known as Hajj.[5]

My Hindu Cock throbbed and pulsed ominously in her Extra Ordinary Beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

My Hindu Cock was satisfyingly large, twelve inches long and correspondingly thick.

It was a long time since she’d had a cock as her husband had left for a business tour more than a week ago.

Its musky taste and the heady odor of my Hindu cum excited her.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police was desperate for a fuck.

She would offer me her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth, her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān cunt, her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass, her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān breasts, any Saůūdī Årab Musalmān orifice I chose.

Her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān husband did not satisfy her, was clear, therefore.

One hand on her head, I rocked her face rapidly back and forth, grunting in delight.

I bent my head to watch my Hindu Cock glistening in and out of her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā mouth.

My hips pumped and my belly sucked in with tension.

Her face distended with my throbbing Hindu erection and she sucked harder, jerking my Hindu shaft with her beautiful firm Saůūdī Årab Muslimā fingers.

“Yeh … Suck it, darling! … Suck my Hindu Cock … Oh fuck yes … That’s it, that’s good … C’mon … Suck my Hindu meat, Sālī! … Oh fucking hell yes! Choos Sālī! … Zorse choos mere Hindu lavde ko!”

The Hindu sperm boiled in my balls and I pushed her head away.

Immediately, Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police turned around on her hands and knees on the Floor like a bitch in heat and thrust her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Muslimā buttocks up at me.

Non-Muslims are not permitted to enter Mecca per Saudi law.

Officials conduct checks to confirm that motorists are either Muslims or non-Muslims. The main airport has a similar security policy. The Saudi government uses the following verse as a Qur’anic confirmation for this law, however there are other interpretations to this verse (in particular, People of the Book would usually not be regarded as pagans):

“O ye who believe! Truly the Pagans are unpure; so let them not, after this year of theirs, approach the Sacred Mosque. And if ye fear poverty, soon will Allah enrich you, if He wills, out of His bounty, for Allah is All-knowing, All-wise.” — Qur’an, 9:28

“Non-Muslim Bypass:” Non-Muslims are not permitted to enter Mecca

As one might expect, the existence of cities closed to non-Muslims and the mystery of the Hajj aroused intense curiosity in people from around the world. Some have disguised themselves as Muslims and entered the city of Mecca and then the Kaaba to experience the Hajj for themselves. The most famous account of a foreigner’s journey to Mecca is A Personal Narrative of a Pilgrimage to Mecca and Medina, written by Sir Richard Francis Burton.[26] Burton traveled as a Qadiriyyah Sufi from Afghanistan; his name, as he signed it in Arabic below his front piece portrait for “The Jew, The Gypsy and al-Islam,” was al-Hajj ‘Abdullah.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police spread her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā thighs and leaned forward on her forearms.

She reached down to spread her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pink cunt-lips open.

I could see the dewy beads of cunt-juice on her pubic fuzz.

Her puckered Saůūdī Årab Muslimā anus enticed me and I debated whether to fuck her butt. “C’mon Hindu lover … Fuck me…fuck me hard,” Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police grunted.

I dropped to my knees behind her and pressed my Hindu Cock into swollen folds of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt lips.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police felt my Hindu cock-head at her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt and promptly bent forward.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police spread her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt-lips for me.

Slowly, I squeezed my Hindu cock-head into her.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police gasped as my Hindu Penis seared into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā flesh.

I groaned and flexed my buttocks, thrusting deep into her.

Al Åāýeshā Al Islam’s Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt was a hot, wet vice that cramped and convulsed on my Hindu penis.

My head arched in pleasure.

Gritting my teeth, I swung my hips forward and thrust deep into her.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police cried out loudly as the swollen Hindu Penis pierced into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā vagina.

Her breasts were hot and swollen and we jerked and jiggled as I rocked into her.

“C’mon Åāýeshā darling! … Take it!” I gasped.

Durgesh! My Hindu Fucker!” Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police whispered back to me.

She was aroused now.

Moaning deliriously, Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police rocked back and forth on her hands and knees.

Her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt ran up and down the length of my Hindu shaft, impaling itself on my Hindu Cock repeatedly.

I took several deep breaths to regain control.

I waited patiently on my knees behind her and caressed her back.

I watched her tight Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt slide up and down my rigid Hindu penis and the sight aroused me.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police moaned.

I slid my hand under her belly and flicked her gorged Saůūdī Årab Muslimā clitoris back and forth.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police gasped and whimpered her back bowing and arching, her body jerking and rocking under me.

Makkah Province was the most populous province of Saudi Arabia, located in the west of the country, with an extended coastline. It has an area of 164,000 km² and a population of 5,797,971 (2004 census). Its capital is the sacred city of Mecca, but its largest city is Jeddah, which was also Saudi Arabia’s main port city. The governor of the province is Prince Khalid Al-Faisal, a son of the late King Faisal.

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Her breasts swung with her motions and I squeezed them hard, rolling her rigid nipples in my fingers.

Al Åāýeshā Al Islam’s head snapped up and she moaned.

Her cunt and breasts were fiery with lust. She moved faster.

Her body rocked and jerked before me, her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā buttocks slapping loudly at my strong Hindu thighs. My balls pressed to her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt-lips and I could feel the hot flow of her cunt-juices on my Hindu groin.
“Yes! C’mon … C’mon, Åāýeshā dear! … Take it! Lele Sālī!… Aur le! Pūra le, saali! Aur le! Take my Hindu Cock… Yeh! Take it all! Harder, Meri Jān! Ohhhh yes! Yeh! Unhhhhh Yes! Ohhh Eīshān! Yes,” I grunted, forcing her to go faster and faster, jamming her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt back on my Hindu prick.

“Ohhhhh yes ohh Yā Allah! Yes yes yes!” Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police responded.

I slid my Hindu Penis out of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt.

My Hindu hands gripped her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā buttocks firmly, began to pound my Hindu penis into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā vagina.

My hips rammed hard into her crotch and swung back and forth, each skrewing thrust probing her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt more and more.

I rolled my hips savagely and Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police gasped and moaned as my Hindu Cock ran into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt from all angles.

It rasped against her inflamed Saůūdī Årab Muslimā clitoris, and she felt my heavy balls swinging at her cunt-lips.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police stretched a hand between her thighs and squeezed my Hindu balls.

I moaned and fucked Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police faster and harder.

My Hindu balls were on fire.

I began to sweat.

I pushed Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police down on her forearms, raising her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā buttocks higher.

I spread my legs in a deep squat astride her hips and began to ride her.

Her mouth split into a wide ‘O’ of pure lust as I ground my hips against hers.

Then I fucked her hard with deep, punishing thrusts, my buttocks rising and falling, my Hindu Penis going in and out of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt, glistening with their commingled juices.

Government

Mecca is governed by the Municipality of Mecca, headed by a mayor (amin meaning “faithful or trustworthy”) appointed by the Saudi Government. The current mayor of the city is Usama Al-Barr. A municipal council of fourteen locally elected members is responsible for the functioning of the municipality.

Mecca is the capital of Makkah Province, which includes neighboring Jeddah. The governor was Prince Abdul Majeed bin Abdul Aziz from 2000 until his death in 2007.[6] On May 16, 2007, Prince Khalid al Faisal was appointed as the new governor.[7]

Her body jerked under my thrusts and Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police moaned loudly, obscenely, begging me to fuck her harder.

I obeyed Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police and started ram fucking her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt, thudding into her, my Hindu Cock rasping in and out of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt with an audible rasp.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police squeezed her breasts in a frenzy as I moved faster and faster till I was rocketing in and out of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt like a man possessed.

“Yā Allah! oh Yā Ilahi! unhh ohhh unhh ohhh unhh ohhh uhhh oh oh oh oh oh yes Ohhhhh yes Ohhh yes yes Ohhh Allah! yes … Fuck me ohhh yes Durgesh! Yes … Fuck me hard … Fuck me … Oh yes … Fuck my Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Choot, Hindu lover … Fuck it hard!” Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police chunnered. “Chodo mujhe … Zorse chodo!”
Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police orgasmed violently, shuddering and gasping as the heat swamped her.

I was magnificent.

I went on fucking her hard, right through her orgasm.

She expected me to come inside her as her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt convulsed feverishly on my Hindu Penis but, to her amazement and delight, I held back.

Commander Al Åāýeshā Al Islam of Religious Police gasped softly in wonder and joy and heard me chuckle softly.

I slid my Hindu Penis out of her.

She turned on her back, I rolled off her, and she knelt astride my Hindu groin, my Hindu Cock in her hand.

Chapter 8

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from DSM Satyarthi

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from DSM Satyarthi:

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2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

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4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

5. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

6. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

10. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

11. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

12. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

14. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

16. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

17. Saamved: Mantr 1

18. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’-6

Årab Mahā Bhārat:  1/22:

‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter3

Chapter 4

Chapter5

Chapter6

Saåeedī Royal family

Sharif of Mecca

وَقَالُوا لَن يَدْخُلَ الْجَنَّةَ إِلَّا مَن كَانَ هُودًا أَوْ نَصَارَىٰ ۗ تِلْكَ أَمَانِيُّهُمْ ۗ قُلْ هَاتُوا بُرْهَانَكُمْ إِن كُنتُمْ صَادِقِينَ

Waqaloo lan yadkhul’ aljannatah illa man kana hoodan aw nasara tilk’ amaniyyuhum qul hatoo burhanakum in kuntum sadiqeen.’

‘And they say: ‘None shall enter the Garden unless he be a Jew or a Christian’. These are their vain desires.’

Al Qur’ān Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah: 111

I opened the door of the bathroom.

The history of the Al Saud has been marked by a desire to unify the Arabian Peninsula and to spread what it promotes as a more purified and simple, though often criticized as less tolerant, view of Islam embodied by Wahhabism which has gained international controversy since the events of 9/11. The House of Saud is also linked with Wahhabism (Saudis deprecate the term, preferring the term Salafi) through the marriage of the son of Muhammad bin Saud with the daughter of Muhammad Abd al Wahhab in 1744.

She was only in bra and panty.

I grabbed her waist, raised her and helped her to her royal bedroom.

She sat on her royal bed.

Though some have put the family’s numbers as high as 25,000,[1] most estimates place their numbers in the region of 7,000,[2] with most power and influence being wielded by the 200 or so descendants of King Abdul Aziz.

The current head of the Al Saud and ruler of Saudi Arabia is King Abdullah bin Abdul Aziz who announced, on 20 October 2006, the creation of a committee of princes to vote on the viability of kings and the candidature of nominated crown princes – in effect, clarifying and further defining the Al Saud’s line of succession process. The committee, to be known as the Bay’ah Council, or Allegiance Commission, would include all the sons and some grandsons of the late King Abdul-Aziz who would vote for one of three princes nominated by the king as Heirs Apparent. In the event that if either the sitting king or the crown prince were deemed unfit to rule, a five-member transitory council, appointed by the Council, would be empowered to run state affairs for a maximum of one week, before naming a successor. The intent is to prevent a situation, as was the case with the late King Fahd, who after multiple strokes beginning in 1995, remained on the throne for 10 years, most of them without the faculties to rule.

I was looking at her gravely.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb’s mother, had told me: her name was Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb.

Now, she was mostly known as Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Saåeed.

“What are you looking at?” Al Tauħeed auntie smiled suddenly.

“You are very beautiful, auntie!”I also smiled at Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed had told me that she liked her maiden name more.

She hated Al Saåeeds, even though they were the rulers of the Creations and she was married to one of them.

“You are pink in color. Fleshy also. I thought you were elder sister of Sāliħā.”

“You naughty boy! Do I look to you too beautiful to look at me constantly, as you are watching me now?”

“I’m telling the truth.” I said gravely, “If it were possible, I would have even married you.”

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb laughed open heartedly.

“Married me? Married a woman old enough to be even your mother? You are joking my honey child.”

“No auntie! Never! Not even the question arises. You must get a massage, auntie! You’ll be alright to walk and even to run again.”

“Massage? You are right, my child! But who will massage me now? Even Sāliħā is not at home.”

“If you don’t mind, I can.” I said solemnly.

“You?” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb laughed, “You know how to massage?”

“I can try for you, auntie!”

She hesitated somewhat.

“Isn’t it shameful that―”

“Auntie! Please! It will improve your―”

She interrupted me.

“Okay, if you don’t mind, do it. After all, you have already seen many things you should not have.”

The House of Saud take their name from Muhammad ibn Saud (“Muhammad, son of Saud”), the ruler of Diriyah in central Arabia, and the founder of what came to be known as the First Saudi State, who died in 1765. Because Muhammad ibn Saud was commonly known as “Ibn Saud” (son of Saud), the name “Al Saud”, came to signify his clan. Today, the surname “Al Saud” is carried by any descendent of Muhammad ibn Saud or his brothers, Farhan (Al Farhan, “sons of Farhan”), Thunayyan, and Mishari.

I brought the bottle of oil.

I put oil on her back and started to massage her from there.

My Hindu Penis was standing up as soon as I put oil on her pink glorious back.

Massaging her, I slowly moved my palm on her waist, stomach and boobs.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was also feeling relaxed now.

“Auntie!” I addressed her suddenly, “You are wearing a white bra. It can take oil and will not remain usable. If you say, I take it out―”

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb laughed.

“You will make me naked fully. Okay! Take it away!”

I opened her bra.

Massaging her back, I started to massage her beautiful erect Årab Muslimā female breasts also.

She did not object.

Slowly, my palm reached her gorgeous Årab Muslimā buttocks even.

I massaged them also.

Even squeezed them as if unknowingly.

Now, she was herself feeling intoxicated.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb started to talk with me openly.

“I advise to take away your panty, auntie!”

“Okay! Okay!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb surrendered.

Now, nude fully she lay on her back, on the bed.

I massaged her entire body.

“Allah!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb said, “I am feeling so much relaxed. Durgesh! You are an angel.”

“I can do anything for you, auntie!”

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb laughed.

“Anything? Anything―? What do you mean? Can you even fuck me in my ass?”

“You have a very lovely ass, auntie!” I also laughed winking at her.

“Okay, my dear boy! Go on! Fuck me.”

“With your kind permission?” I laughed.

“You Hindu playboy! Go ahead!”

“Sālī Chālū auntie!” I laughed, “I’ll fuck you so much, and in such a way, that you’ll forget your husband even forever.”

“Okay! Go ahead! Fuck me.”

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was now only mine.

I undressed myself fully.

Now, we both were in nude.

She was still lying on her back on the bed.

Origins and early history

The earliest recorded ancestor of the Al Saud was Mani’ ibn Rabi’ah al-Muraydi, who, according to the chroniclers of Nejd, settled in Diriyah in 1446-7 with his clan, the Mrudah. Mani had been invited to settle there by a relative named Ibn Dir’, who was then the ruler of a set of villages and estates that make up modern-day Riyadh. Mani’s clan had been on a soujorn in east Arabia, near al-Qatif, from an unknown point in time. Ibn Dir’ handed Mani’ two estates called al-Mulaybeed and Ghusayba, which Mani’ and his family settled and renamed “al-Diriyah”, after their benefactor Ibn Dir’.[3][4]

I rode on Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb.

Taking her beautiful red crimson lips into my mouth, I started to suck them.

Her palms reached my back and she started to kiss me passionately.

“Auntie! Auntie darling! Enjoying?”

“Yes!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb acknowledged, “Yesss! What about you?”

“Sālī! See and watch my Penis. Don’t ask me.”

We both laughed cunningly, simultaneously.

Genealogically, the Mrudah are regarded as belonging to the ancient Arab tribal confederation of Rabi’a, through the branch of Wa’il. However, there is disagreement as to which branch of Wa’il they belong to. The dominant opinion in their native Nejd is that they are remnants of the now-extinct tribe of Bani Hanifa, who are credited with founding most of Nejd’s settlements including Riyadh. The oldest written reference to the Mrudah, a short genealogical manuscript from the 17th century, supports this view. Others, including many members of the Al Saud themselves, however, insist that they are descendants of the large bedouin ‘Anizzah confederation of northern Arabia and the Syrian desert. The earliest written reference to this view comes from the Swiss traveler Johann Ludwig Burckhardt, on the authority of Anizzah tribesmen whom he encountered in northwestern Arabia in the early 19th century. Both the ‘Anizzah and the Bani Hanifa, however, are branches of the Bani Wa’il of Rabi’ah.[5]

The Mrudah became rulers of al-Diriyah, which propspered along the banks of Wadi Hanifa and became an important Nejdi settlement. As the clan grew larger, power struggles ensued, with one branch leaving to nearby Dhruma, while another branch (the “Al Watban”) left for the town of az-Zubayr in southern Iraq. The Al Migrin (“House of Migrin”) then became the ruling family among the Mrudah in Diriyah. After some initial struggles in the early 18th century, Muhammad ibn Saud, of the Al Migrin, became the undisputed amir (“prince”, or ruler) of the town and its surrounding estates. In 1744, Muhammad ibn Saud took in a fugitive religious cleric named Muhammad ibn Abdel Wahhab, from nearby al-Uyayna. Ibn Saud agreed to provide political support to Ibn Abd al-Wahhab’s project to reform Islamic practice, which Ibn Abd al-Wahhab believed had strayed far from the ideals set by the Islamic prophet Muhammad and his companions. Ibn Saud added to his previous title of emir the title of “Imam“, signifying that he saw himself as the temporal leader of an Islamic state, rather than simply another clan leader or village ruler. This marked the beginning of the First Saudi State.

After sucking her lips, for a long time, I kissed Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb on her neck.

Then I kissed her brown Årab Muslimā nipples.

Breast and nipple stimulation

A breast orgasm is a female orgasm that is triggered from the stimulation of a woman’s breast.[11] Not all women experience this effect when the breasts are stimulated; however, some women claim that the stimulation of the breast area during sexual intercourse and foreplay, or just the simple act of having their breasts fondled, has created mild to intense orgasms. According to one study that questioned 213 women, 29% of them had experienced a breast orgasm at one time or another,[12] This shows that it is not common, but it is possible. An orgasm is believed to occur in part because of the hormone oxytocin, which is produced in the body during sexual excitement and arousal. It has also been shown that oxytocin is produced when an individual’s nipples are stimulated and become erect.[13]

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb started to moan.

I sucked more intensely.

Slowly I kissed her entire nude feminine Årab Muslimā body.

I kissed her pink Årab Muslimā Cunt even.

I kissed there again, Kissed, Kissed, and kissed.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was sighing now.

We lay in 69 positions.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was sucking my Hindu Penis taking it into her extremely beautiful Årab Muslimā mouth.

I was kissing her Årab Muslimā Cunt passionately, continuously.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb climaxed.

I also climaxed in her extremely beautiful Årab Muslimā mouth.

My Hindu sperm fell into her mouth.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb drank all of my Hindu semen fallen into her mouth.

I again started to kiss her lips and neck.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was squeezing my Hindu Penis again.

It was extending again.

She took it again into her mouth and started to suck my Hindu Penis again.

It extended fully once again.

I made Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb lay on her back, on the bed, once more.

I spread her beautiful Årab Muslimā legs.

My Hindu knob kissed her Årab Muslimā labial lips.

I pushed.

My Hindu Penis entered into her Årab Muslimā Cunt.

I started pumping.

With her hands on my back, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb, was enjoying my fucking now very much.

I increased my pace after sometime.

Her voices increased.

“Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāh!Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā!”

My arms went under her waist.

Now, I was fucking Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb with such a speed, that she was screaming now.

“Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāh!Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā! Tear up my Cunt! Tear up my Årab Muslimā Cunt You Hindu fucker! Tear up my Årab Muslimā Cunt!! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā!”

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb climaxed, climaxed, and climaxed, on my Hindu Penis, again and again.

Ultimately, I also climaxed and allowed myself to lie on her nude Årab Muslimā body.

Suddenly, the door of the bedroom opened.

Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed marched into the bedroom.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was startled while I only smiled.

“Hello, my darling!”

Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed shouted.

“So, when I’m not here, you both enjoy each other?”

“It’s―it’s only the first time, darling!” Her mother Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb managed to say ultimately, with enormous efforts.

“I don’t believe you! I don’t believe you!”

“Sāliħā dear!”

“Shame on you, Ammī Ħuzoor! Abbū believes you, and you are―”

“Sāliħā darling!” I smiled.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed shouted, “I’m talking with my mother. Ammī Ħuzoor! You should―”

“Sāliħā! Listen to me.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed shouted again, “I’m talking with my mother. You are fucking my mother still now right in front of my very eyes.”

“Sāliħā! Listen to me, I say.”

“I’ll tell the entire world.”

“Sāliħā dear!”

“Okay! I’ll listen to you. I’ll listen to you. But, on one condition.”

“And, what is the condition?”

Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed smiled slowly.

“You have to fuck me also, Durgesh darling!”

I pulled her to me immediately and kissed her.

“Very good! You are most welcome, my darling, Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed!”

Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed also kissed me back.

“I’m watching you both for a long time. I had returned as soon as you both started to fuck each other. Now I’m burning with extreme lust. I need your Hindu Sex Kicks utmost violently, Durgesh!

“Allah!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb exclaimed, “Allah! Girl! You proved to be even your mother’s mother. Your mother, Your Ammī Ħuzoor fucked Durgesh. Now you will also? A daughter? facing the very eyes of her mother?”

Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed laughed.

“Are you both ready?”

“We both are ready.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb and I said smiling at her, simultaneously.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb did not have another option.

I did not even want to have.

For the promise I made to Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer, I needed them more in number with me.

Now, we―all the three were ready for the new intense fucking.

I― a Hindu boy!

They―the Årab Muslimā mother and daughter.

I took Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed in my Hindu arms and started to suck her beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips savagely.

She was returning my kisses with more intense and savage female Saůūdī Årab Muslimā passion.

I had understood both the mother and daughter now, I thought, perfectly.

Both were sex starved, as the other Muslimāt were everywhere.

They were not different in any way.

Mother, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb, irrespective of being a respected member of a royal family, welcomed the opportunity when she found I was trying to fuck her even while she was old enough to be my mother.

She did not try to stop me even a bit.

The daughter returned from where she had gone.

She found her mother indulged with me in a violent sexual intercourse. She did not object even a bit.

She silently watched and enjoyed the entire sexual intercourse I had with her mother.

And, when she saw that she also had the opportunity, she blackmailed her mother and me both to let me fuck even her.

When a woman does act like it?

When she is sexually satisfied?

Never.

When she is dying to have sex and not getting it.

It gets women mad and they act exactly as the mother and daughter were behaving.

My one hand was busy in undressing Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed.

Now she was only in bra and panty.

Kissing her, I opened her bra also.

I started to play with her beautiful erect young Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female breasts.

Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed criticized her mother, but she was also her mother’s daughter.

I opened her panty and rubbed the opening of her young Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt with my right index finger.

Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed sighed helplessly enjoying my index finger there.

Holding Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed, I made her to lie on the bed beside her nude mother.

She pulled my Hindu Penis towards her mouth, took it into, and started to suck my Hindu Penis wildly.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb, her mother, started to suck my Hindu male lips once again.

My one palm was crushing Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed’s beautiful erect young Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female breasts.

The second palm was crushing her mother, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb’s Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female breasts.

Suddenly I acted wildly myself.

I spread Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed’s beautiful legs, put the knob of my Hindu Penis in between her ravenous quivering Saůūdī Årab Muslimā labial lips, and gave a shot.

My Hindu Penis went inside savagely.

Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed’s Årab Muslimā Saůūd buttocks jumped on the bed and she screamed.

“Allah! Allaaaaaah! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! It’s torn up. It’s torn up.”

“What are you doing?” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb plunged at me, “What are you doing? Will you kill my daughter, Durgesh? It’s her first time. Her Årab Muslimā Cunt is tight. Oil your Hindu Penis please! Oil her Årab Muslimā Cunt. And, then fuck my daughter slowly with love.”

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb oiled my Hindu Penis herself, and then oiled her daughter’s Årab Muslimā Cunt also.

I gave a shot again.

Half of my Hindu Penis vanished inside.

It vanished fully within three or four shots.

I started the ‘in-out-and in’ motion.

Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed was feeling pain, but now she started to enjoy.

I increased my speed.

Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed’s Årab Muslimā Cunt was so tight that I was enjoying her fucking very much.

It cannot be described in words.

Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed climaxed on my strongest Hindu Penis twice in ten minutes.

I increased my speed again.

I climaxed into Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed’s tight Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt ultimately after a long time.

Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed raised her Cunt upwards, to receive every drop of my Hindu sperm into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt.

It flooded there immensely.

We― all the three― were in close embrace of each other now.

We were kissing each other also.

I was playing with the nude beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā buttocks of both the mother and daughter still now.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed married ultimately.

I was stunned when I saw his wife.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was really Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.

Height―5’4’’

Breasts―38”

Waist―26”

Ass―38”

Ultimately, Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed proved to be lucky.

She was the daughter of Sharif of Mecca.

The Sharif of Mecca (Arabic:شريف مكة) or Sharif of Hejaz (Arabic:شريف الحجاز) was the title of the former governors of Hejaz and a traditional steward of the holy cities of Mecca and Medina. The term Sharif means noble in Arabic, and indicates descent from Muhammad through his grandson al-Hassan ibn Ali.

The sharif was charged with protecting the cities and their environs and ensuring the safety of pilgrims performing the Hajj. The title is sometimes spelled Sheriff or Sherif, with the latter variant used, for example, by T.E. Lawrence in Seven Pillars of Wisdom. The common-law political and legal office of sheriff found in some Anglophone countries is unrelated.

The office of the Sharifate of Mecca dates back to the late Abbasid era. Since 1201, the Sharifate was held by a member of the Hawashim clan, not to be confused with the larger clan of Banu Hashim to which all Sharifs claim descent. Descendants of this family continued to hold the position until the Twentieth Century on behalf of various Muslim powers including the Ayyubids and the Mamelukes. In 1517, the Sharif acknowledged the supremacy of the Ottoman Caliph, but maintained a great degree of local autonomy. During the Ottoman era, the Sharifate expanded its authority northwards to include Medina, and southwards to the frontiers of ‘Asir, and regularly raided Nejd.

The Sharifate came to an end shortly after the reign of Hussein bin Ali, who rebelled against the Ottoman rule during the Arab Revolt of 1916. After the defeat of the Ottoman Empire in 1918 and its subsequent dissolution in 1923, Hussein declared himself Caliph. The British granted control over the newly formed states of Iraq and Transjordan to his sons Faisal and Abdullah. In 1924, however, in the face of increasing attacks by Ibn Saud, Hussein abdicated his secular titles to his eldest son, Ali bin Hussein, who was to become the last Grand Sharif. At the end of 1924, the Ibn Saud conquered the Hejaz and expelled the Hashemites. The House of Saud has since exercised [1]stewardship over the holy cities and the Hajj.

I met her and fell for her.

She was very sexy in appearance even.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed and Al Firdaus Al Jamāl were celebrating their twelfth wedding anniversary. They had gone out for a romantic dinner, and then returned home for the customary sex.

Although sex was rather routine job for them, they both did enjoy it.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was 25 years Saůūdī Årab Muslimā female in full bloom.

She was proud of her juicy figure and fair silky complexion, light brown straight long hair.

Everyone used to compare her beauty with Wafa Yaqoob.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed never got tired fucking her again & again though his penis was not of any value and Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was proud of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Beauty.
They were now lying in each other’s arms in the erotic afterglow to say again they loved each other.
The doorbell startled them.

Who could be ringing it at this hour?
Maybe it was one of their friends coming at late hours to wish them.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed got up to answer the door. He looked through the peephole but
could not see anyone. Then the doorbell rang again.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed heard a feminine voice outside,

“Open up, this is an emergency.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was confused, but decided to open the door, which turned out
to be a mistake.

The feminine voice fooled him.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed saw me with Al Zubédā Al Wahāb.
“Get back in the house, we’re coming in.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed backed up while Al Zubédā Al Wahāb and I came in and shut the door.

We both were rather smiling. Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said, “What do you want.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said, “Just take it easy and no one will get hurt. Where do you hide your sisters?”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed decided to cooperate with us especially since the gun in Al Zubédā Al Wahāb’s hand was pointed at his stomach.

Maybe they would leave if he gave them one of his sisters.

They wouldn’t get all because he didn’t keep all in the house.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said, “She is in my living room beside the bedroom. I’ll get her for you.”
“Naughti―naughti, Safdar Bhāī! You’re not getting out of our sight, we’re coming with you.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb smiled at him.
We followed Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed into the bedroom where Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was in bed with the blanket pulled up to her neck. Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed got the keys opened the living room, took out his sister Sābirā and handed her to us.

I kissed Al Sābirā Al Saåeed.

She was so frightened that she grabbed my Hindu Penis even before I order her to do it.

I winked at her.

Al Sābirā Al Saåeed knelt down and started to suck my Hindu Penis without any protest.

“There is your only one sister here. Where are the rest of your sisters?” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb turned to her Safdar Bhāī.
“We don’t keep them in the Palace. They are studying and live in Student’s girls hostels.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb and I looked rather mad and started talking to each other.
“We’ve wasted our time. We should do something to make up for it.”
“Yeah, look at this bitch lying there in bed. I wonder if she has any clothes on. Let’s see.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb suggested.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed yelled, “You leave my wife alone!”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb waved her gun at Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed and said, “Shut up, Safdar Bhāī!”

I smiled.

Al Sābirā Al Saåeed was sucking my Hindu Penis now faithfully and obediently.
“Let’s tie him up so he won’t cause any trouble.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb grabbed Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed to force him into a chair.

I pulled a thin cord from my pocket and tied Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed to the chair.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was screaming,

“Go away and leave us alone.”
“We’ll leave you alone only after we had some fun with you, bitch! Shut up.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said smiling.
I reached for the blanket to pull it off of Al Firdaus Al Jamāl leaving her dressed in only her thin nightie.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said,

Durgesh, look at this pretty sexy bitch. She exactly looks like Wafa Yaqoob.”
“OK Zubédā, I’m with you. There’s no another sister of Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed here, but we’ll not leave until we have my Hindu dick soft. It’s rock hard now. His sister has hardened me more and more for her Bhābhījān.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was now crying a little and whimpering.

She knew Al Zubédā Al Wahāb meant me to rape her.

She could only hope we would not physically hurt her in any way.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed spoke up,

“Please don’t touch her. Let me write a letter or do most anything to give you one of my beautiful sisters more.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb spoke,

“You can act wise, that’s no good. Durgesh is going to give your sexy Årab Muslimā wife, the daughter of Sharif of Mecca, a good fucking.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed knew it was a losing battle to argue with them.

He just didn’t want them to hurt her.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said,

“Alright, you’ve got us. What if she agreed to cooperate instead of fighting your advances? Would you be gentle and not hurt her?”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb and I, looked at each other,

“OK, that’s a deal.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed then continued,

“Would you use a condom? She is not on the
pill because I’ve had a vasectomy. Don’t make her pregnant.”
The response was quick,

“No way. We will not use a condom. We’re going to fill that hot Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy with hot Hindu cum.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed knew he was defeated and felt lucky for them to agree not to physically hurt her.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said,

“Honey, it’s best that you cooperate with them. They agreed not to physically hurt you.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was still weeping some, but said she would do her best.

She knew I was going to rape her whether or not she fought us.

She was concerned about pregnancy, but she had no choice.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said,

“Alright bitch, stand up and take off you nightie.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl reluctantly got up to lift her nightie up over her head.
“Okay, honey pie. Time to get down to it. Finish stripping.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl could barely contain her tears now.
“You pigs. That was horrible.”
“What was, sweetie?” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb asked with sadistic pleasure.
“You know what I’m talking about, damn you!”
“Well, maybe we will and maybe we won’t. Right now it’s time for you to strip off that underwear and let us have a look at you.” We both laughed at that.

Then I lifted my nightstick and brought the tip of it up to Al Firdaus Al Jamāl’s crotch, almost touching her cunt through the thin material of her panties.

“Now strip.” I said, and nudged the nightstick into her groin.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl gasped at the violation, all the more threatening for the lightness of the touch. I turned the nightstick, slowly rotating the tip of it as though it were a drill aimed right at her pubis.

“Come on, now. Let’s see it.”

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl’s hands were shaking.

She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra.

She took the straps down, but couldn’t bring herself to let it fall from her.

She started to sob now in humiliation.

I approached her, grabbed the bra and slowly, firmly, pulled it off her.

She kept her hands over her breasts, but I leaned in and whispered to her,
“Maybe you want me to do the panties too.”
Still sobbing, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl shook her head.

“No! No, I’ll do it.”
And she did.

She took her hands from her naked breasts, feeling the leering eyes drink them in, and put them in the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down and exposing her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt to me.
“Now stand up straight with your hands above your head.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl did as she was told, standing naked and utterly exposed to me, crying freely now even though she knew I was getting off on her embarrassment and mortification revealing her sculpted well exercised feminine Saůūdī Årab Muslimā body in all its glory.

Her breasts were full, yet firm, inviting with pink raspberry nipples.
I reached to feel one of her breasts as they were exposed, and responded, “These are nice, aren’t they?”

I then pinched her nipple very hard.
“Ouch!” Al Firdaus Al Jamāl uttered. “Ooooooohhh Allaaaaah. You promised not to hurt me.”
I took off my jeans and shorts.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed noticed I had a bigger Hindu Penis than his own.

It was much longer and
bigger, the biggest one he had ever seen.

It was hard and the blood vessels were visible.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was now afraid that I would hurt his
wife Al Firdaus Al Jamāl when I put that Hindu monster Cock in her.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said in a firm voice,

“OK, Durgesh, you’ve showed us what you have, now let’s stop all this nonsense, put your clothes on and I’ll give you some of my beautiful sisters more, somehow.”
“Hold your talk; I’m going to fuck your sexy lady before we leave. When we get through, she will know she has been well fucked.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb spoke, ” Durgesh, go ahead. Get her stretched.”
I didn’t waste any time,

“Al Firdaus Al Jamāl, get up there on your knees at the side of the bed and bend over.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl did as I ordered.

Then I walked up behind her with my Hindu Prick in my hand.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed watched as I aimed my Hindu Cock at his beautiful wife’s Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy.

I moved the head up and down her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā slit for a little
lubrication, and then tried to ease the Hindu head in.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl started weeping again.

She wasn’t wet and the intruding Hindu Cock was having difficulty
entering her.

She knew she was dry and thought I would hurt her by forcing the entry.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl said in desperation,

“Aaaahhh. Get the cream from the dressing table drawer and lubricate me. Ooooooohhhhh you are hurting me. Nooooooo Pleaaaasse!”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb fumbled with the drawer, found the bottle and handed it to Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed, startled, received the bottle in his hand.

“WWWW―What do you want?”

“Bhāījān!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb rebuked him, “Help Bhābhījān to get Durgesh’s Hindu Penis into her famished Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt.”

“WWWW―What do you mean? What do you mean?”

“Take a liberal amount on the head of Durgesh’s Hindu Cock.”

“N―no! No! You mean I should help my wife getting raped by Durgesh?”

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb laughed.

She turned to Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.

“Sorry, Bhābhījān! Bhāijān wants you get fucked dry.”

“Safdarrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Al Firdaus Al Jamāl screamed.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed immediately took out a liberal amount on the head of my Hindu Cock.

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb laughed.

She was enjoying her revenge very much.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed had made her mother humiliate Al Zubédā Al Wahāb.

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb had humiliated her mother in return, more.

Now, Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was being humiliated to the extent.
I pushed to enter Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.

After a couple of back and forth strokes, my Hindu Cock was all the way in.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl started weeping again as she braced herself for me to pound her.

She said a prayer to prevent pregnancy.
Durgesh, this is good Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy.”, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said, “You will like it too.”
I started pounding Al Firdaus Al Jamāl with strong  Hindu thrusts.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl’s eyeballs were rolling feeling my Hindu dick knocking her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā womb.

She was moaning and writhing.

“Ooooooohhh Allaaaaaaaaaah, pleeesse not sooo haaaard, Durgesh! Pleeeeese doooont sqeeeeeeeze myyyyy Saůūdī Årab Muslimā nipples theeey aaaare paaaaiiiining”
After continuous five hours of ramming her, I took my Hindu Cock out of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt and rolled her on the bed to make her lie on her belly.

I caught her waist with my hands and pulled her bums up.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl lifted her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass in the air.

She was now bent like a bitch.

She looked at her hubby sitting on the chair and writhing to get free from his
bondages.

She noticed a small tent at the zipper of his pants.
‘Yā Allah! Yā Allah! Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed is getting excited seeing me raped in front of him.’ She thought.

I pushed my Hindu dick from the back and started thrusting it again and again in her raped Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.
“Hmff hmfff Eīshān! Hey Eīshān! Hey Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā! Thank you! Thank you! What a Beauty! What a Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Beauty! What a Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt!” was the sound I was emitting with each my Hindu thrust.
“Fuchhh fuchhh” was the sound coming out from her now wet Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy and
“ooooooo mmmmmm uuufffff aaaaah oooooohhhhh Allaaaaaaaaaaaah!” was the sound coming out from her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā lips. With each Hindu thrust, her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā boobs were bouncing like some ripe fruits.

I fucked and fucked her in this position for 3 hours fifteen minutes. Then I made her lie at her back again and entered her again in missionary style.
I soon began to groan as I speeded up my movements.

Then I yelled as I shot spurt after spurt in her unprotected Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl felt very ashamed of herself, as she too came with me.

Her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt erupted hot Saůūdī Årab Muslimā
lava
on my Hindu Cock.

I collapsed on Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl felt my Hindu Cock getting soft inside her leaking Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.

I was breathing heavily lying over Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.
Then I became alert again.

I pulled out from her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt allowing some of my Hindu cum to ooze out and down her leg.
“Mmmmm pretty lovely fuck. But I will love fucking her brain out.”
I moved again in a position to fuck her.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was frightened looking now at the size of my Hindu dick.

It had grown more and more now.
“Alright, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl, now you are going to get a real fuck with my Hindu Cock in you. It was only Introduction till now”

I turned towards Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed.
“Look, your impotent Saůūdī Årab Musalmān hubby loves every moment of It. Look; he is having a huge erection. Perhaps as not even before.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl looked at her husband Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed and found the truth behind my comment.

He was having a huge erection and he was writhing on chair.
Durgesh! let his one hand free. Allow him to masturbate seeing his wife
getting pinned by you.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb winked at me lewdly.
I growled a warning before freeing his left hand from the ropes.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed’s hand at once moved to his Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Nooni.

He started caressing his Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Nooni.
I caught Al Firdaus Al Jamāl now by her silky brown hair and made her rotate on bed so that her head was towards Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed.

I lifted her waist and placed a couple of pillows below her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass so that her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt was raised and Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed could easily see her clean shaved pink slit of vagina.
I then moved near her and placed her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā legs on my Hindu shoulders.

Her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā body was now bent like an arch.
“Now you will be able to see your wife’s beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt being torn by this masterpiece Hindu Prick of mine.” I laughed.

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed wept.

I inserted my Hindu Penis in her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.
“It is slippery like hell.” I took the bed sheet and wiped the cum inserting a portion of the cloth inside her cunt.

I again inserted my Hindu Penis in her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt.
” Hmmmmm now It is dry like the sand paper. Ramming a dry Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt gives immense pleasure.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed watched as I forced the head of my Hindu Prick slightly inside her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā hole.

He knew Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was going to be stretched.
“Aaaaaaahhh “she moaned slightly.
He saw my hands clasp the sides of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā butt to hold her as I prepared to push forward.

He didn’t want her to fall forward away from me.

I pulled my Hindu Cock completely and with a strong thrust, I
moved it again into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl felt as if a hot Hindu rod is being rammed into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.

The friction made by the dry walls of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt and the skin of my Hindu Cock made her wince with pain.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl uttered,

“Oooooohhhhh! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” as Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed watched my Hindu Cock go about half way in.

I pulled back ready to plunge again.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl yelled,

“Take it easy, Durgesh! I will die with pain. Please get it lubricated by the cream”
” I am not a fool.” I gave a loud laugh ” I love a Saůūdī Årab Muslimā lady crying with pain when I jam this Hindu pole of mine in her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed could see the walls of his wife’s Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt are stretched to the maximum.
I pulled my Hindu Cock out again. And with much more energy, I buried it
again into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.
Again, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl uttered in pain,

“Ooooohhhhh! Durgesh!-― Durgesh! You’re killing me,” much louder as the big Hindu Cock went nearly all the way in.

Her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā mouth opened for breath and her eyeballs just popped out with intense pain.

Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was nearly senseless.
Evidently, I started taking pity on her as I pulled back a little.

Then I started small back and forth movements going a little deeper each time.
“There, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl, how do you like a real Hindu Cock?”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl didn’t answer.

She was enduring the pain the best she could.
Not only was she stretched, but also my Hindu Cock was now too long.
I started fucking her while she continued to painfully moan,

“Ooooooohhhhhhh aaaaaahhhhh, uiiiiiiiiii Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed felt sorry for her, but he could do nothing but watch my big Hindu Cock fuck her.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed started yelling as I plunged deeper causing his wife to scream in pain.

I started fucking her with deep thrust. Slowly her cries subsided and moans of intense pleasure took its place.

I fucked and
fucked her.

We lost all track of time.

Chapter 7

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from DSM Satyarthi

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

5. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

6. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

10. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

11. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

12. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

13. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

14. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

15. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

16. Saamved: Mantr 1

17. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’-5

Årab Mahā Bhārat:

1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter3

Chapter 4

Chapter5

Saåeedī Royal family

وَقُلْنَا يَا آدَمُ اسْكُنْ أَنتَ وَزَوْجُكَ الْجَنَّةَ وَكُلَا مِنْهَا رَغَدًا حَيْثُ شِئْتُمَا وَلَا تَقْرَبَا هَـٰذِهِ الشَّجَرَةَ فَتَكُونَا مِنَ الظَّالِمِينَ

‘ Waqulna ya adamu oskun ant wazawjuk’ aljannata wakula minha raghadan haysu shituma wala taqraba hazihi alshshajarata fatakoona minazzaalimeen.’

‘And We said: ‘O Adam, live in the Garden, you and your wife, and eat abundantly of whatever you wish, but approach not this tree, or ye run into harm and transgression.’

Al Qur’ān Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah: 35

‘Eisāvāsyamidagvong sarvam ytkinch’ jagtyām jagat,

tén tyaktén bhunjīthā mā gr’dhah kasý sviddhanam.’

Panentheable by Eīshān must be this all―

Whatever that moves in the world.

With that renounced, enjoy yourself,

Ved: 2Y: 40/1

Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed could not forget the humiliation and disgrace.

He approached Al Zubédā Al Wahāb’s mother.

And then, it happened.

“Al Zubédā Al Wahāb!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed thundered at her daughter, “Why are you so late? You are again late tonight. Shame on you! With that horny Hindu playboy Durgesh ―”

“Ammī Ħuzoor!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb could not bear it, “Your nephew Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed―he talked to you again?”

“He is not my nephew only.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed shouted, “I fed him my breasts.”

“He is my breast brother thus. Is he not?”

“No! You are not fed my breasts. Your Abbū arranged his sister, Ħaleemā to feed you her breasts.”

“So, Safdar became you dearer than even your own real daughter?” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb also shouted.

“I don’t want to hear that you were trying to seduce that Hindu playboy Durgesh again. Even at too late nights―”

“Ammī Ħuzoor! Durgesh is not only a Hindu and not only a playboy. He was even not interested in me.”

“Shut up!!!!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed shouted vigorously, “Stop advocating that dirty Hindu.”

“Dirty Hindu? That dirty Hindu?” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb was quivering now out of sheer rage, “He is the man that―”

“I don’t want to hear anything about that dirty fellow. Understand?”

“You don’t know him. You don’t understand him. Moreover, you are not even capable to understand him. Even then you criticize Durgesh as if you know everything about him.”

“Don’t try to dominate me, damn-fool! Let your Abbū come. You want to get beaten now. Shameless, dirty, manners-less girl! You’ll get what you deserve. You are craving for a―”

“Behave yourself, Ammī Ħuzoor!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb thundered at her Royal Mother.

Her mother Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was the real sister of Al Quāsim Al Saåeed.

Al Quāsim Al Saåeed was the new President of Saůūdī Arab Creations.

“What did you say?” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed asked as if she could not believe her own ears, “What did you say? I should behave? I― I should behave?”

“Don’t think I haven’t seen anything. Why does Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī come here? Is he also not a Hindu?”

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed shouted.

Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī? Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī? You call the Imām with his previous ex Hindu name? He is not Imām Ħājī Saiyad Muħammad Ålī for you?”

“How do you talk with Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī? Laughing again and again― and, and you term me shameless. Me?”

“You are blaming me? Your own mother? You bitch― you― you― Let your Abbū come. You will be undressed today and beaten heavily on your nude body. I’ll break your dirty bones in front of your Abbū.””

“Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed! You’ve crossed all the bridges today.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb cried, “Don’t ever dare even to touch me. Let’s see who is undressing whom. You me, or me you! You’ll be so disgraced! Durgesh will―”

DurgeshDurgeshDurgesh. Is he your husband now― is he your Kħasam now that you talk of him twenty-four hours? Says I behave. And, how are you behaving with your own real mother―you bitch!”
Next day Al Zubédā Al Wahāb told every thing to me.

“Yaar! Now it is too much…” I said to my friend Al Zubédā Al Wahāb, “Your Ammī Ħuzoor is not behaving properly.”

Durgesh darling! I say―”

I tried to console Al Zubédā Al Wahāb.

“Hey! Al Zubédā Al Wahāb! Don’t cry Yaar!..I’ll do anything within reason for you…”

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb tried to control her sobs.

“Yaar! There is no way to compel my Ammī Ħuzoor to behave. She is so wicked, Yaar! that―”

“Oho…Just tell me what do you want…Where there is a will there is a way…Sālī Bitch will learn to behave…”
“There is a way…” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said….
“Okay! Tell me. I’ve already promised you. I’ll do anything within reason for you.”

“Fuck my Ammī Ħuzoor.”

“What?” I could not believe my own ears.

A daughter is requesting me that I fuck her real mother! Eīshān Eīshān! Shammā Shamīshān!

“Fuck her! Rape her till she is so afraid of us that she can’t ever even think of opposing us!”

“You―you really want your Ammī to be fucked――to be raped by me?”

“Yes! Yesssss!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb thundered, “It is the only way to make that bitch behave.”

“Okay! All right then.” I winked at extremely beautiful Al Zubédā Al Wahāb, “I’m fucking you now. After penetrating your gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass with my Hindu Penis, your Ammī will also get this same greatest Hindu Penis into her every lovely Saůūdī Årab Muslimah hole.”

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb kissed me passionately with intense eagerness and gratefulness in advance.

She thrust her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Waħāb Cunt to greet my Hindu Penis into it again and again.

“After you―your Ammī. I’ll fuck her Sālī in such a way and even sodomize her in such a way, that she will never forget my Hindu Penis until she lives.”

“That’s what I expected from you, Durgesh! My darling!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb kissed me again, and hugged to display her affection for me.
When we reached her home, there was no one at Al Zubédā Al Wahāb’s house except her Ammī Ħuzoor, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was quite a woman.

She was well endowed and she loved sex profoundly.

Her Saůūdī Årab Muslimah ass was something youngsters and elder folks both loved to see swaying when she walked down the road to anywhere.

Her boobies and curvy fleshy Saůūdī Årab Muslimah body was helpful in fantasizing and masturbation to many neighbors.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed had a bad temperament because no one had taught her manners.

But today I was going to teach her a lesson or two.

She was alone in house.

Al Zubédā Al Wahāb let me in.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was in her master bedroom…lying down on her comfortable large bed in her flimsy nightie…relaxing and enjoying the pleasant afternoon…not realizing that shortly she is going to experience pain and humiliation she never ever imagined…

Slowly I sneaked past the living room and Al Zubédā Al Wahāb indicated me the master bedroom in which Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was alone.

I tipt