HVS Law Internationals: 5

HVS Law Internationals

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Noor Fātimah

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was excited as she entered the bar to meet Noor.

She knew Noor would be shocked, OK, semi-shocked at her news.

There would be much discussion, giggling, etc., so Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān arranged for a meeting after work rather than at lunch.

Noor knew from their weekly sessions that Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had not repeated her actions with someone else.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had almost assumed that she would somehow need to visit Jabalpur from time to time, renewing her relationship with me, but that never happened.

And Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān didn’t seem inclined look for a more proximate substitute.

The two women laughed when Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān complained that Muħammad Ibrāhīm refused to let her suck me off in an effort to make her my fantasies more real.

Noor said Muħammad Ibrāhīm was really selfish and both let out a peal of laughter.

Noor really envied Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān when she heard the tales of Muħammad Ibrāhīm preferring to perform oral for Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān than get it himself.

She half fantasized asking Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān if she’d be willing to share.

In fact, it was Noor, not Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, who came to Jabalpur twice, and hooked up with me.

She called me ostensibly to give me regards from Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, but, after Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s glowing descriptions of the ecstasy to be found at the end of my magnificent Unique Uncut Hindu Cock, she knew that if given the chance, she’d be providing me blowjobs just like Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, and maybe much more!

At fifty-five, Noor was a full ten years older than Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was and nearly thirty years older than I was.

For her mid fifties, she knew she looked damn good.

Twenty-five years ago, she could have had any man she wanted, and she’d aged well.

Noor had dark red hair and maintained the figure she’d had since puberty 35B-24-35.

Her body looked good and responded easily to stimulation.

Despite her twenty-eight year marriage, Noor permitted herself to be stimulated often enough over that time that, were they to find out, many of her friends would think her a slut.

Noor made sure they didn’t find out.

She only told Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān of two flings, just to keep her friend talking.

Unlike Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, Noor never shared any of this with her husband Rasheed.

Rasheed was now sixty and worked long hours.

What little interest he had maintained after the third year of their marriage almost completely disappeared fifteen years ago.

Noor wondered if Rasheed ever suspected what she might be doing on one of their separate vacations, but neither ever spoke about it.

The twenty-seven Hindu lovers she’d taken over the years turned out to be a homogeneous lot: extremely hungry Hindu middle-aged, successful businessmen.

Most affairs were short-lived, meet on vacation, a few days of ecstasy, part friends and never meet again efforts.

Only two were closer to home and lasted several years each though Noor realized early on in each that neither would ever take her away from Rasheed.

Their benefits to her were purely physical relief.

Homogenous, that was the way to describe them, none more than a few years her junior.

Still, Noor realized fifty-five didn’t look like twenty-five, or even thirty-five.

She doubted she’d get me in the sack, though on more than several occasions, she did achieve some personal relief imagining it.

Noor Fātimah managed to meet me at my apartment.

I was and looked vivacious.

Any hopes Noor Fātimah may have had coming to my apartment went south faster than Noor Fātimah’s eyes traveled down my body.

I said I needed to make sure there were no urgent messages on my answering machine and Noor Fātimah  heard them, one-by-one, young Sunni Musalmān females pleading with me to call back.

I managed to open a bottle of wine while I reminisced with Noor Fātimah.

Although I knew Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān better in one way, I’d known Noor Fātimah longer and had been to several parties at Noor Fātimah’s house.

I had several extended conversations with Noor Fātimah , lots of laughs, but always suffixed my compliment about how good she looked with the caveat, “for a Sunni Musalmān woman your age.”

“Groan, and double groan,” was Noor Fātimah’s reply.

I slumped in the easy chair and sipped my juice.

Noor Fātimah had to sit on the sofa.

Things looked bleak to her.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I’m exhausted. Sorry, I really want to talk to you.”

“That’s OK.”

“Those hours really build up the tension.” I stretched my arms and rotated my head.

“I give a great massage,” Noor Fātimah said, too quickly, and then added, “But you’ve always turned one down at the parties.”

I remembered.

At the time, it didn’t seem prudent to let the Ammī of my host get that close.

I was a Hindu feeling my way in a predominately Sunni Musalmān milieu.

Now, in my own apartment, as tired as he was, it sounded much better.

“Mmmm. I’m too tired to say no.”

Noor Fātimah surprised me when, instead of walking behind my chair to massage my shoulders, she moved off the sofa and knelt between my legs.

Although quite unsuspecting, and pleasantly shocked, I made no move to stop her.

Rather I just groaned once more as Noor Fātimah began massaging my Hindu thighs.

“This should also relieve some of the tension,” Noor Fātimah said smiling.

“Mine or yours?” I laughed.

Not wasting much time pretending to massage me, Noor Fātimah quickly began stroking me and moving her hands higher on my thighs.

Brushing her fingers across my Hindu groin, she felt a large but yet soft lump.

Open mouthed, in mock surprise, Noor Fātimah said,

“Why Durgesh, you’re not wearing underwear!”

She moved her even yet extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān head to my Hindu crotch and began rubbing her face across my Hindu bulge, mouthing my inflating Uncut Hindu organ through the cloth of the operating room scrubs.

I let a hand drop to my lap and entwined my fingers in Noor Fātimah’s hair.

Gently I guided her face across my Uncut Hindu Penis, urging her to linger here or move there.

Noor Fātimah remembered how Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān told her I was so gentle as I held her head and fucked her mouth.

Noor Fātimah now felt her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy tremble.

How had she gotten so turned on?

Despite Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s testimonials to the excitement of oral sex with me, Noor Fātimah never figured she’d get that turned on.

Oral was good, but not as good as other stuff that involved her extremely hungry Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, and certainly not as good as Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān insinuated.

Now, however, as she let her head caress my rapidly hardening Uncut Hindu member, Noor Fātimah wondered if she, like Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, would climax during the oral act.

Noor Fātimah lifted her head from my lap to look for an extraction point where she could get a look at what felt so good against her face.

Finding a fly, she reached in and felt it, stroked it, wrapped her hand around it, well mostly around it, but didn’t try to pull it out right away.

Rather, Noor Fātimah slowly moved her hand up and down, caressing My Unique Uncut Hindu Cock, still rubbing her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face and lips against it.

She started saying things she knew from experience would enflame my Hindu passions.

After all, she had 27 Hindu lovers before me.

I was her 28th Hindu lover now.

“Allah, it’s so big. And hard. Mmmm, you’re much bigger than my husband is. ”

As she tried to tease me to a fever pitch, Noor Fātimah  felt her own arousal rising.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was twitching, throbbing.

She carefully extracted the Hindu phallus.

Despite Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s descriptions and her own stroking, Noor Fātimah was still surprised when she saw it.

It was extremely attractive.

Almost 10 inches long, at least 3 in diameter, rock hard, standing straight up, lovely head, and lovely brown in color.

“It’s magnificent, so stunning!” Noor Fātimah leaned over and gave it a light Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān kiss, then let her tongue glide almost imperceptibly over the glands.

The Unique Uncut Hindu Cock jumped in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hand!

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was now absolutely soaking.

Two years past menopause, Noor Fātimah didn’t suffer from any vaginal drying as some women did.

She needed no estrogen supplements to her diet.

Still, it wasn’t normal for her to get this wet.

She felt as if her juices had penetrated through her panties and were running down her legs to her stocking tops.

Each time My Unique Uncut Hindu Cock moved or her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips touched it, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitoris trembled.

Why?

Was it the anticipation, that I was an absolute young Hindu stud hunk, the forbidden fruit of a Unique Uncut Hindu Cock?

What?

She began talking to me again.

“This is making me so hot. Just kissing your Unique Uncut Hindu Cock is causing my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy juices to flow down my legs. A kiss makes my lips tingle. I want to suck you off, make you so hot you shoot in my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.”

I smiled my thanks.

She said,

“I want to taste it on my tongue and swallow for you. I never let my husband or other lovers cum in my mouth, but I need it from you.”

Noor Fātimah had never been one for giving a man complete oral.

She’d done it a few times when she’d had too much to drink but not often.

But now, as she spoke, she became obsessed with the notion of completing her act of fellatio.

From something, she enjoyed doing; it became something she must complete.

The eroticity of the thought overwhelmed her.

She leaned forward and kissed the head of my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock again.

Then she parted her crimson extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips slightly, moved her tongue so a narrow strip filled in between her parted lips, and dragged her mouth slowly down the length of my Uncut Hindu shaft.

It was then she felt it.

Small convulsing waves in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vagina, vibrating through to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitoris.

She’d actually had an orgasm!

Not the big one, but an unmistakable orgasm nonetheless.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy continued to flood moisture.

“Allah, I just came! That never happened to me before where I came without touching myself. Your Unique Uncut Hindu Cock is just hypnotizing me, Durgesh. I’ve got to suck you now. Can you cum for me into my Sunni Musalmān mouth? Please?”

My  answer was to take her hair in my hands and make a ponytail.

Then, holding tightly at the base of the ponytail, I pushed her face toward my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock.

Noor Fātimah opened her mouth and let me enter.

I pushed her about half-way down, then pulled her mouth back up till only the head was left encased in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

“Many, many extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān women want this, Noor Fātimah darling. Don’t feel guilty. You are not alone.” I said as I began a steady up and down rhythm with my hand in Noor Fātimah’s hair, basically jerking myself off with her mouth. “Not nearly all have gotten it. So, my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock does more for you in your mouth than your incompetent Musalmān husband’s does in your extremely hungry Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān  Cunt, huh?”

Noor Fātimah was beyond speech, even if her mouth hadn’t been full.

She didn’t resist My  hand alternately pushing her head down, then pulling it up by her hair.

Never had she fantasized about performing such an abased act.

Her previous fantasies always ended the oral element long before the Hindu man’s climax, although not necessarily hers.

Now, at this moment, she thought about the total debauchery of the scene.

A much older Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman kneeling between the thighs of a handsome, young, very well hung, Hindu stud engaging in a completely submissive act of oral copulation designed to have me shooting in her mouth.

What had been unthinkable when she walked in was now that which she desired most.

Noor Fātimah began to go mmmmm on my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock.

At first, she wanted to deliver the pleasure of a hummer.

Soon it was a reflection of her own level of stimulation.

Noor Fātimah  felt it build within herself.

Then she knew it was inevitable as the waves in her extremely hungry Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt began cresting.

Her mouth twitched violently on my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock as a massive orgasm swept over her.

The turn on, I got from watching her climax, sent me over the brink myself.

I stopped my hand and held Noor Fātimah’s head still.

I lifted my hips off the chair and proceeded to fuck Noor Fātimah’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth just as I started sending jets of my Hindu semen deep into her throat.

Her climax continued as she swallowed all that I delivered.

After a few minutes recovery, Noor Fātimah began stroking my deflating organ hoping to gain additional time with the irresistible Hindu phallus.

As the Unique Uncut Hindu Cock continued to shrink, Noor Fātimah heard my soft breathing.

She realized I was enjoying her very much too.

Despite the perverted nature of the act, Noor Fātimah let herself suck the Hindu stud’s Uncut Hindu Dick for more than ten minutes before she finally tucked it back into my pants and quietly let herself out.

After the night of the celebration, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān really scolded herself.

How could she be so reckless?

If anyone found out, she could be fired – and embarrassed around town, as the details would undoubtedly leak out.

She promised herself she wouldn’t yield to temptation again.

The following day, she called me at home and explained things to me.

She told me it was a mistake and not to discuss it at any time.

She made it seem almost my fault that she’d had too much to drink.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān told me if word got out I’d probably be regret it.

If I were discrete, however, then she’d see I got a very good appreciation even.

I felt very confident.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān felt sorry about that but wanted to make positively sure no rumors or whimpers surfaced.

She and Muħammad Ibrāhīm , however, made great use of the activities in her car that night to engage in some hot sex.

They also discussed things much more openly than they had after the incidents with me.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān discovered that Muħammad Ibrāhīm was aroused by the thought that Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān would blow me and then come home ready for sex.

It was like some kind of foreplay for them.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm remembered my days of youth and how I’d have done almost anything to receive a BJ from an older Sunni Musalmān woman, any older Sunni Musalmān woman, let alone one as voluptuous as Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān found the hard young Hindu manhood I possessed an incredible aphrodisiac.

The more she caressed it the hotter she got.

Taking it into her mouth was the best caress of all.

The Unique Uncut Hindu Cock was so hard yet the skin so soft and velvety on her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue.

The climax reaffirmed her desirability as a woman.

She could still attract a young Hindu buck.

The weekend before my return to college, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān expressed to Muħammad Ibrāhīm her relief that nothing blew up about her fling with me.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm asked if she was sorry that she didn’t get to “see” me again.

“I guess not,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān replied. “It was too risky and I’d have been so humiliated if anything were known.”

“But that was while he was at the firm. After Friday, that all changes.”

“I know, I’ve thought about that a little, but I don’t think so.”

“Are you sure? Durgesh‘ll be away at college; he’s probably never coming back to your company anyway. Didn’t he say he wanted to go out west after graduation?”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān began to re-think an idea she’d been toying with about giving I a farewell party.

Well not really a party, more of a date.

Well, date wasn’t quite the right term either.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled to herself; she knew what she meant but for some reason was being shy even in her own thoughts.

What was that about?

“I see that little smile,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm teased his extremely beautiful  wife. “What’s going on in that dirty mind of yours?”

“Dirty? If I’m dirty, what are you? Pervert!” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said with a smile. “Well, I was thinking of maybe giving Durgesh a little going away party.”

“Party?”

“Uh, maybe more of a date.”

“Date?”

What sort of weird déjà vu was this? thought Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.

“What would you call it? Never mind, don’t answer; I know what it’s called. Anyway, I was thinking of getting a hotel room and meeting me there. I guess I’d like see if he really can make those four seminal deliveries he bragged about.”

“Where would you go?”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān mentioned the most expensive hotel in the area.

“Would you go with me? Not to watch, of course, but we could spend the night after Durgesh left. It might be fun.”

“Yeah,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm mocked, “it might be fun at that.”

He had a big shit-eating grin as he lunged for Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.

“Not now. Later. I’ve got some work to do. But Muħammad Ibrāhīm, would you be an absolute sweetie and see if you can get us a reservation for next Saturday?”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had noticed a certain passivity, almost sub-servience in Muħammad Ibrāhīm recently and for some reason decided to explore it.

She wanted to see how far he’d go to make this happen.

He seemed to want her to do this as much as she wanted to.

Allah!

Was Muħammad Ibrāhīm enjoyed his cuckold role?

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān shuddered.

She could not believe it’s happening with herself.

Durgesh her real Hindu lover.

She Durgesh’s real Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān beloved.

And Muħammad Ibrāhīm her cuckold Musalmān husband?

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

She noticed how eagerly her husband called the hotel.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm was beaming a few minutes later when he entered their study.

“I got the room! There is some convention at the hotel so rooms are a little more expensive. $350 for the night.”

“Wow!” But she thought to herself, does Muħammad Ibrāhīm realize he’s taking this active, expensive role just to help some other guy, a Hindu, Durgesh,  can get a blowjob from his own extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife? This really does excite him, not just me.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm went to dinner Friday evening and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān described her plans for the following day.

She had been thinking of this all week and came up with some subtle, delicious ways for Muħammad Ibrāhīm to participate, and to see how far he’d go in getting his Sunni Musalmān wife my young Unique Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Tomorrow, I’d like to do a little shopping before we go to the hotel. I was thinking of picking up some lingerie and something for drinks. And I really want some nice stuff, so why don’t you get some cash before we leave? A thousand should be fine. I’m not going to spend anywhere near all of it, but just to be safe”

“A thousand’s a lot,” gulped Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

“How much do you want to get out?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān chided.

She figured he’d back down and he did.

“I thought we’d go to the hotel and I’d get dressed. I’ll meet Durgesh in the bar – you could sit at another table or lurk in the lobby if you want. Maybe you could wait at the bar while we’re in the room.”

“OK,” said Muħammad Ibrāhīm. “I think they have a TV at the bar.”

“I will meet Durgesh at 4:00. According to me, we should be done before 6:00. Then you and I can have the rest of the night.”

“Sounds great.”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān wondered, briefly, at how strange the idea that her husband would react to her sucking off a Hindu four times by saying, “Sounds great” really was.

Were they going down some kinky path that would get more and more depraved?

Well, she’d have to think about that after Saturday.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān led Muħammad Ibrāhīm out of the house at 11:00 on Saturday morning for the mall.

They stopped at the liquor store first where Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān picked out two bottles of Champaign at $150 a bottle and an $85 bottle of single malt scotch.

At Victoria’s Secret, she selected a very provocative bra, thong panty, and garter set.

She selected stockings that were just a shade lighter than her thighs.

At Ann Taylor, she picked out a powder blue dress that somehow managed to be classy, demure, and provocative at the same time.

She also selected a pair of patent leather pumps with 4-inch heels.

At the cosmetics counter, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān made Muħammad Ibrāhīm watch as she had the saleslady show her a variety of lipsticks, lip outliners, and application techniques.

Again, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was fascinated at how eager her husband was to get her mouth prepared for another man, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis.

All this totaled an additional $650 that Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān insisted Muħammad Ibrāhīm pay by credit card – just so they’d have cash if needed.

They arrived at the hotel by 1:30 and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān began to prepare.

She showered and shaved her legs.

She came out of the bathroom in a long tee-short and picked up the thong panties.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm was pretending to watch TV, but she knew he was actually looking her very carefully.

She pulled on the panties and held up the hem of the shirt.

“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, honey, come here a moment.”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm responded very quickly.

“How does this look? Aren’t there a lot of pubes showing? Would you do me a favor? I really can’t see it that well, would you please shave me? You know, down there, so it’s really nice and trim, in case Durgesh accidentally sees, or I show Durgesh?”

To her extremely pleasantly shocked surprise, Muħammad Ibrāhīm was very eager to help prepare his wife.

This sort of role reversal – Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān preparing herself better for another man than she would for her own husband – seemed to turn him on.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān hiked up the shirt and lay back on the bed.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm brought out a towel and shaving things and moved a chair to the bed between her outspread thighs.

As he began to examine where to shave, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān hoisted her hips and whipped off the panties.

Her pubic mound brushed Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s face.

“Oh hell,” she said. “Just shave the whole thing clean. That should get me hot.”

And so he did.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was nude in the bathroom. She was painting her mouth.

“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, honey, come here a minute. What was it that woman at the cosmetics said about putting on this lip liner? Here, honey, you do it.”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān gave Muħammad Ibrāhīm the wand and stood there while Muħammad Ibrāhīm finished painting her lips.

She pursed them and asked how he liked them.

“Allah, honey,” he said. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Doing what?” she said, oh so innocently.

“You know damn well what. Making me get you ready for Durgesh. And you know it’s making me so hard. I almost hope he doesn’t show up. I’ll never last two hours down in the bar.”

“You’re so sweet,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said as she tweaked his crotch. “And you really are hard, aren’t you. Well, go put the Champaign on ice, then watch TV, I’ll be done in a few minutes, then we can go down and have a drink, separate tables of course, until Durgesh gets here.”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm faced the TV, but mostly watched Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān as she put on her bra, garter belt, and panties.

She was rolling on the second stocking when she spoke.

“You know, he’s going back and probably could use a little extra help. I was thinking about giving Durgesh a present.”

“I’d consider what you’re going to give Durgesh a pretty damned good present.”

“Silly, that’s for me, for us, not him. No, I mean a real present.” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had the second stocking attached to the garter and was dropping the dress over her head.

She slipped on her pumps and walked over to the room’s desk.

She looked incredible!

Taking out a hotel envelope and handing it to Muħammad Ibrāhīm, she said,

“Come on, Muħammad Ibrāhīm; let’s give me a little reward.”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm made a show of it, but he did take out his wallet and put a hundred dollar bill in the envelope.

He quickly thought better of it and slid in another $100.

He sheepishly held it out to Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.

She made no move to accept it.

“He’s going to do it four times,” she said, looking Muħammad Ibrāhīm directly in the eye.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm put two more bills in and again held it out for his Sunni Musalmān wife.

“No tip?”

Another $100 was placed into the envelope.

This time Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān accepted it.

“I can’t believe you’re making me pay Durgesh five hundred bucks to fuck your mouth. What’s worse, I can’t believe how hard it’s making me.”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān wrote my name on the front of the envelope, and then made a display of licking the back flap and sealing it.

Then, with a flourish, she puckered and placed a red imprint of her lips on the seal.

Placing the envelope on the desk, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said,

“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, honey, I’ve mussed my lips a bit. Would you get the lipstick and touch them up for me?”

Of course, Muħammad Ibrāhīm did just that.

As they reached, the door on their way out, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said,

“Just a minute.” She reached her hand under her dress and pulled off the thong and tossed it into the closet. “I don’t think I want those in the way when I get back up here.”

Downstairs, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān made Muħammad Ibrāhīm walk away from the bar just in case I had arrived early.

I wasn’t, so she took a table and ordered a drink.

She wasn’t particularly nervous, but the alcohol was helpful anyway.

When Muħammad Ibrāhīm saw she was alone, he walked over and took a seat at the bar where he could watch her.

Shortly before four, Muħammad Ibrāhīm saw me.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled at me broadly.

I sat down and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān ordered me a juice.

When we finished, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān charged the drinks to our room and the couple got up to leave.

While I was looking away, Muħammad Ibrāhīm  made a face, like yuck, at his wife.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān looked back and sensuously licked her lips, then walked off.

When Muħammad Ibrāhīm tuned back, he saw that the woman tending bar had seen both his look and his wife’s response.

The bartender just shook her head and looked away.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm blushed and grabbed his beer.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm had settled in at the bar, watching the afternoon ball game.

He didn’t expect Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān back until six.

Each time he ordered a beer, the bar maid smiled sweetly at him which made him all the more embarrassed.

He was watching the clock more than the game and all the time thinking about what was going on upstairs.***

Just before five, someone covered his eyes from behind.

“Surprise!” said Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān as she pulled her hands back and Muħammad Ibrāhīm spun around on my stool.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān kissed Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān full on the lips and told Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān to settle the check so they could go upstairs.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm gave the woman my credit card.

The bartender seemed to understand something kinky was going on.

As she started to get authorization for the charge, she turned to Muħammad Ibrāhīm and said,

“Are you certain you want to use your corporate card for this?” Then looking closely at the card, “Mr. Muħammad Ibrāhīm.”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm was flustered. “Uh, no, no. Let me  get my personal card. This isn’t a corporate expense. Not sure why I gave you that one.”

The barmaid gave Muħammad Ibrāhīm back his card.

“Do you work at ‘Durgesh Kħadījah’? My boyfriend works there. Vikram Arvind?”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm stared at the bar and said nothing, but Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān moved forward.

“You have a Vikram Arvind working for you, don’t you Muħammad Ibrāhīm?”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm was really embarrassed.

He didn’t want his identity known, especially if this Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman knew someone who worked for him.

“Are you Muħammad Ibrāhīm?” she asked. “Vikram Arvind talks about you all the time.”

There was no way out, so Muħammad Ibrāhīm smiled,

“Nice to meet you. This is my wife, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān held out her hand.

The barmaid took it and said,

“Hi, I’m Åāýéshah Jibrān. You’ve got something on your cheek.”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm turned to Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān to see what the problem was.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had a thick strand of creamy Hindu cum going from the corner of her mouth to her ear.

Also, her hair was mussed and her lipstick was totally smudged.

And there were literally, dozens of wet spots on her dress and then he saw   a glob running between her generous tits.

“Oh my, I must be quite a Mess,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān declared.

“Yeah, you look a little different from when you were in here earlier with that young Hindu gentleman. Here,” Åāýéshah Jibrān said as she handed Muħammad Ibrāhīm a clean bar towel, “this will help clean your beautiful wife up.”

A thoroughly embarrassed Muħammad Ibrāhīm took the towel and mopped Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s cheek, then dabbed it across the bosom of her dress to blot my Hindu cum.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm kept the towel as he and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān left the bar.

By the time they got into the elevator, however, Muħammad Ibrāhīm was incredibly hot and hard.

He was imagining how his wife had sucked me again and again, and enjoying it very much.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān gave Muħammad Ibrāhīm an open mouth, full tongue kiss and Muħammad Ibrāhīm was fully knowledgeable about what that entailed.

It made both of them hotter.

In the room, Muħammad Ibrāhīm immediately saw that both bottles of Champaign were emptied and the envelope and bottle of scotch were gone.

He had neither time nor inclination to dwell on it as Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān swooned back on the bed and lifted up her skirt.

She left her dress, stockings and shoes on as she beckoned Muħammad Ibrāhīm to her.

“Well, Durgesh is a man of his word,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said as Muħammad Ibrāhīm surveyed her condition. “Four times in forty minutes. Allah he was hard! Do I look a Mess? I didn’t want to take the time to clean up. I wanted you up here with me. I really love you, you know that? Mmmm, honey, kneel down and soothe me. I rubbed myself so hard; I really need your soft wet tongue right now. But I’ll warn you, you’re going to have to work for my climax. I already came three times fingering myself while I blew Durgesh. That’s it, do you like it, all nice and smooth and bare?”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm simply couldn’t take it once he’d placed his head between her thighs.

All the preparation and waiting were too much for Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.

He’d barely begun licking her when he came trying to pull his cut Cock out of his pants.

He knew it was a mockery after the greatest Uncut Hindu fucking his wife Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had enjoyed with me.

But he couldn’t do anything for it.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm was not as a fool as his wife Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān thought he was.

He never believed his wife Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān only sucked me.

He knew very well, she herself fucked me ravenously, both in her cunt and in her ass too.

But so what?

Muħammad Ibrāhīm knew he couldn’t fuck her that much ever as much I did.

So, let Durgesh fuck Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.

He is content with eating and cleaning her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt after that.

Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý mixed with his wife Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān cum tastes extremely good.

Doesn’t it?

“Oh Allah,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm groaned as he shot his load all over his hand. “Allah, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, how do you expect me to hold off with all the teasing you’ve done to me today? Allah, I got it all over my pants and hand.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm stood up and wiped his hand on the towel next to the bed, then pulled his slacks off and wiped the liquid off with the towel.

“It’s OK, honey,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said as Muħammad Ibrāhīm knelt down before her again and began licking her. “I’ll bet you can get yourself off again! I’ve already come three times and am working on four. Durgesh shot four times. He could have gotten five, but Durgesh wanted to go, and besides, you only paid for four!” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān teased.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm involuntarily jerked his head back at the cutting remark, but Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān caught her heel behind his neck and slowly brought his mouth back to her ache.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was right.

As she told Muħammad Ibrāhīm the story of what transpired that afternoon with Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.

I was able to bring her to a crashing orgasm with my Uncut Hindu Penis and get Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān off a second time as well.

I fucked Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān in every position she asked.

And she kept asking continuously.

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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. 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. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

88.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

90. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

93.. The everincreasing infinite lust

94. The women in my life

95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

96.  A Deep Conflict-1

97. I’m never ashamed of it

98. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

99. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

100. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

101. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

102.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

103. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

108.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

109. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

110. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

111. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

112. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

113. HVS law internationals : 1

114. HVS law internationals : 2

115. HVS law internationals : 3

116. HVS law internationals : 4

117. HVS law internationals : 5

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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

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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


HVS Law Internationals: 4

HVS Law Internationals

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān

Back in their room, Muħammad Ibrāhīm started asking Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān some questions about what happened just before they left the reception.

He told Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān what he’d seen and how both she and Durgesh had gone missing for several minutes only for her to turn up in the parking lot.

How, when he kissed her in the car, he’d noticed her mouth was a little hotter and wetter than usual – slimier, actually.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, smiling, asked Muħammad Ibrāhīm what he thought had happened.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm said he guessed that Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Durgesh had gone somewhere and kissed and he had fondled her, probably concentrating on her big breasts.

That the kissing had left her mouth wet and the fondling had gotten her so hot she’d juiced her panties.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm said he’d bet that if he touched her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy right now she’d be sopping wet.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān flushed red.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm was almost right.

She’d be wet all right, but her panties wouldn’t be juiced…or even there.

Before I let her go, she was worried to get rid of.

I had, therefore, insisted she give them to me.

Rather than enter into a debate at a time when she wanted to hurry, she reached under her skirt and whipped them off.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm smiled as he figured he’d guessed right and asked Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān for the story.

He said her could take it.

As a matter of fact, he told her, just the thought of the young Hindu man touching and kissing his extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife had given him the firmest erection he’d had in years.

She was shocked hearing it.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s mind was racing, should she admit the truth?

Laugh it off and say nothing happened?

Go along with Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s version until she could sort things out?

She knew that if Muħammad Ibrāhīm touched her cunt he’d know something and that her cunt needed touching soon no matter what.

She decided to start with the truth and see where it led.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān took a deep breath, said OK.

She lay back on the bed, opened her legs, and began to finger her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s mouth opened slightly and he stared at his wife’s hand moving between her legs.

He sat on the bed and his head moved, involuntarily, closer to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Although he’d suspected that she, like himself, masturbated sometimes, and he’d felt her hand rubbing her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit to get off during intercourse, he had never actually watched her jerk off, or whatever it was that Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān females did.

When he got over his initial shock at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s behavior, Muħammad Ibrāhīm realized she had no panties on.

“Why you sly old tease,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm’d accused her, “you went without panties tonight!”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān let Muħammad Ibrāhīm think that.

There was no way she was going into it just yet.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew that if she was going to tell Muħammad Ibrāhīm about Durgesh, she didn’t want to be looking at Muħammad Ibrāhīm when she did.

And she didn’t want to be interrupted by a bunch of silly questions her husband would undoubtedly ask.

“Was he bigger?”

“Did my Cock make you wet?” Etc.

So Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān hooked her foot behind Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s head and pulled it down further toward her aching, soaking Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womanhood.

“I want you to lick me while I tell you what happened.”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm couldn’t remember that last time he’d been so turned on, if ever!

He was well beyond refusing to do what Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was asking.

As his head traveled the few remaining inches, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān moved her hand and his tongue reached out and licked her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm knew that, when she was really turned on, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān would occasionally ejaculate during sex.

As his tongue explored the sheer volume and stickiness that was her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, he wondered if tonight was going to be one of those nights.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān moaned and began her tale but Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s tongue made it difficult to relate her adventure with me.

She had closed her eyes as she managed to get through most of the story despite her rising Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān passion.

She opened them to look at Muħammad Ibrāhīm when she spoke of kneeling in front of me.

It didn’t take a genius to guess what would come next and she wanted to see Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s reaction to determine how much to relate.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew she didn’t perform oral sex as much as Muħammad Ibrāhīm would have liked and then only as foreplay to intercourse.

She never let him come in her mouth much less swallowed, so she wanted to monitor his reaction as she began to describe blowing the young, Hindu man.

She knew she could continue when she watched Muħammad Ibrāhīm reach down and begin stroking his incompetent erection.

Having Muħammad Ibrāhīm eat her out, while telling of her encounter, had been nothing short of genius.

Not only could she concentrate on the story and re-live the act as fantasy, but also Muħammad Ibrāhīm was unable to interrupt.

As an added bonus, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s tongue was bringing her to her second orgasm of the night.

Like she, Muħammad Ibrāhīm  had never employed oral sex as a way to get his wife off.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s voice was barely a whimper.

She wasn’t even sure he could hear her.

His hand was stroking his incompetent cut Cock furiously and his moaning made his tongue into a vibrator against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitoris, as she described asking me to shoot in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm was climaxing onto the sheets as Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān verbally brought me to a magnificent Hindu climax and remembered the feeling of total Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womanhood she had experienced with her mouth on my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock and my Hindu come on her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān clutched Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s head and screamed in orgasm.

The next morning, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm both agreed the activities of the previous night needed a thorough thinking through and discussion.

As Muħammad Ibrāhīm was leaving on a business trip that night, they agreed that neither would do anything unilaterally until they had an in-depth conversation about it.

The trip would give them some time alone for soul-searching.***

The week after the reception, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān called Noor in the morning to ask if she could re-schedule their lunch date.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had an important afternoon deadline and needed to work through lunch.

Noor suggested they meet at Ashraf’s for drinks after work.

Since Muħammad Ibrāhīm was out of town, there was no good reason for Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān not to accept.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān arrived early and Noor late.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had been at the bar for half an hour when Noor arrived and was half way through her second bourbon and water.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was still struggling with telling Noor about me.

She wanted Noor’s advice and besides she just wanted to talk to someone about it.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was concerned with what Noor would think.

Would she be shocked?

Disgusted?

Understanding?

Contemptuous?

Disappointed?

Jealous?

She didn’t want to lose Noor’s friendship.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled to herself.

Noor would be shocked all right.

But what else?

When Noor sat down, she ordered a drink and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān asked for “one more”.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān wasn’t used to drinking that much in that short a time span so she was definitely loosening up.

Were the drinks a subconscious way of admitting she wanted to tell?

When the drinks arrived, Noor handed Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān a pink slip of paper.

It was a phone message.

To: Noor

From: Durgesh.

Message: Have someone named Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān call.

A phone number followed.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān went completely pale and her hand trembled as the paper fell to the table.

Noor looked at her friend with concern and said,

“Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, what’s going on?”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān told her everything about the reception, except the part about discussing it with Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

She even told her some things she’d sort of left out with Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān admitted to her friend that as Durgesh held her head and fucked her mouth, she was not just hot.

She was hotter than she’d ever been in her entire life.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was flooding juice.

Her panties were totally soaked through.

And as I neared my climax, she realized she was going to come too.

When I shot off, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān slipped her hand into her panties.

As soon as she touched herself, she came so hard she almost passed out.

“I’ve thought a lot about it, these past few days,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān admitted, “and I honestly have to admit that blowing Durgesh was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

The pink slip of paper lay on the table throughout the conversation.

Now, when the bill had been paid and the women readied to leave, both were staring at it.

Noor finally looked up at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and asked,

“If you’re not going to call, do you mind if I use that?”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān reached for the paper and slowly slid it into her purse.***

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān lay on her bed and slowly massaged her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitoris as she thought about what would happen tomorrow.

She had just hung up the phone after talking with me.

She was incredibly turned on.

Even though she’d promised Muħammad Ibrāhīm  she wouldn’t do anything until he came home from his trip and they’d had a chance to discuss what happened at the reception, she’d lost control during the call and said she’d meet me tomorrow at my apartment.

Now, as she masturbated, she fantasized about what my big Unique Uncut Hindu Cock looked like.

Even though she’d already sucked me off it had been so dark behind the reception hall, and she was so excited, she never actually saw it.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew I was hot to fuck her, but she was fearful about doing anything like that before discussing it with Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

She’d already given me a blowjob, so giving me another didn’t seem as radical as having intercourse.

She made me promise that if she came over, there would be no vaginal sex.

It didn’t take her long to reach orgasm as she thought about mouthing her young Hindu stud again.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān dressed rather conservatively in slacks, sweater, and blazer when she came to visit me the next afternoon.

The slacks were to ensure that my hand couldn’t find an easy path to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

She wasn’t sure how long her resolve would hold out once I touched her there and she really didn’t want to have intercourse.

The thing most striking about her as she prepared to leave was her mouth.

She’d spent more time applying lipstick than she ever had before.

She’d actually gone to a department store that morning and talked with the salesgirl about different lipsticks and application techniques.

Along with not wanting to escalate the relationship without talking to Muħammad Ibrāhīm first, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān also wanted to find out if just sucking me could raise her to the same level of excitement again as it had at the reception.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān arrived at my apartment at exactly three in the afternoon although it had taken several additional trips around the block and a stop in a restaurant to freshen her lipstick to avoid being early.

She didn’t want to appear as eager as she, in fact, was.

I made her a rum drink from my home island.

It was delicious, but Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān didn’t need the alcohol to loosen her up for what was to happen.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and I sat on the couch, and I started to kiss her and massage her breasts.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān turned her head and let me kiss her neck so I wouldn’t mess up her beautifully made up Sunni Musalmān mouth.

She wanted to save that for the main event, the blowjob she was hungry to give me.

I had removed her blazer and pulled her sweater over her head as I rubbed her big tits.

As always, the breast play got her hot.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān removed her bra for me and I was kissing and lightly pinching her nipples.

They were very hard and it made Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān feel really horny.

She knew she’d better stop me or I’d be pulling off her slacks next, so she pushed me back, She slid off the couch and knelt on the floor between my legs.

She rubbed my Hindu crotch and was pleased to find that I was hard for her.

She pulled down my zipper and extracted my hard Unique Uncut Hindu Cock.

She gasped audibly.

The fantasy Uncut Hindu organ she’d conjured up during her masturbation session the previous week was no match for the reality of this magnificent Hindu erection.

Her extremely hungry Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt twitched; juices were flowing.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew she’d probably get very wet during her afternoon session and had actually put in a panty liner even though her period wasn’t due for two weeks just to keep from soaking through and wetting her slacks.

Now she wondered if the liner was going to be enough.

My Unique Uncut Hindu Cock must have been more than eight inches long and very thick.

For the first time in her life, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was happy she had a large Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

She’d been teased about it in high school and Muħammad Ibrāhīm said her mouth was even bigger than Julia Roberts’ was.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān stroked my Hindu meat and loved how her extremely hungry Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hand appeared on the brown Unique Uncut Hindu Cock.

She took her eyes off my Uncut Hindu organ long enough to look I in the eye.

She told me how stunning I was and how she’d been thinking of sucking me again ever since last weekend.

Then she slowly licked her lips all around and blew me a kiss.

Finally, she lowered her head and took the head of my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Gently, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān moved her head up and down on me as she stroked my Hindu shaft with her hand.

Unlike Muħammad Ibrāhīm  who she could easily take fully in her mouth, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew from that last time that she couldn’t deep-throat me.

Still, she was curious about how much of me she could envelop.

She lowered her head as far as she could, pushing farther when she felt the head of my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock at the back of her throat.

When she pushed as far down as she could, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān felt the distance between her lips and the base of my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock.

It couldn’t have been more than an inch or an inch and a half.

I moaned.

“No Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman’s ever gotten that much in her mouth,” I said, “I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was close to the edge herself,

“Do it,” she said, and thrust her mouth down on my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock while moving her hand to the front of her slacks.

Even though she was rubbing her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit through her clothes, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān easily reached a shattering climax.

I watched as she shuddered on the end of my Uncut Hindu Dick.

Seeing her orgasm while sucking me sent me over the edge too and I shot off in her mouth.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān again swallowed it all, and then collapsed on the floor.

She lay there breathing heavily while I did the same on the couch.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān didn’t wait until she was fully recovered.

She pushed herself up and pulled her sweater over her naked breasts.

She stuffed her bra into her blazer pocket and knelt down again between my Hindu thighs.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān looked at my half soft penis.

It was still much bigger than Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s.

She studied it.

There were little traces of her lipstick on it.

Some of my Hindu semen was leaking from the tip.

She reached down and touched it causing me to jerk.

I opened my eyes and smiled at her.

She smiled back.

“Let me just finish cleaning up,” she told me and licked the leaking Hindu cum from my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān took it into her mouth and squeezed the shaft from the base toward the tip as she was milking a cow.

She was surprised at how much was still left as she sucked it into her mouth.

She let it linger on her hungry Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue for a minute as she savored the taste.

It really wasn’t bad, hardly salty.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān gave a final swallow and told me she had to get going.

She gently kissed my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock head before she tucked it back into my pants.

She reached up to kiss me, but this time it was I who moved my head and she kissed my cheek.

When Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān got to the car and looked at the clock, she was surprised that it was only 3:20.

How had all that have happened so quickly?

She looked at herself in the visor mirror.

Her hair was a mess, but the salesgirl was right about the lipstick.

Her mouth still looked great!

As she drove home, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew she’d soon be masturbating again.***

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān met me five more times in the six months.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm was aware of all except that first time while he was away.

Although she often wondered what it would be like to feel my big Unique Uncut Hindu Cock fucking her, she never let it happen.

Our sex consisted exclusively of Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān masturbating while sucking off the handsome Hindu man.

It continued to provide her the most rewarding orgasms she’d ever had.

The celebration was beginning to wind down and members of the development team were saying their goodbyes.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān walked up to the bar to order a last drink before departing for the night herself.

She found herself seated next to me.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān tried to make small talk asking me where I went to college, what I was studying, etc.

Eventually the conversation came around to the opposite sex, and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān asked me if I had a girl friend.

“Sort of.” I said.

“What does “sort of” mean?”

“Well, we broke up a couple of months ago, but we were sort of getting back together just before classes ended.”

“Why did you break up?”

I hesitated and gave some lame reason.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān challenged me.

“Bull,” she said. “What was the real reason?”

I smiled.

“I couldn’t say in front of a woman.”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān sensed something juicy and the drinks were definitely making her bold.

With the memories of Muħammad Ibrāhīm  being selfish not letting her use my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock to help fuel the fantasy, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān kept getting more horny and more frustrated.

She decided to tease me a bit just for fun.

Besides she might get a bit of a thrill herself.

“Of course you can,” said Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, pushing back her shoulders and smoothing the front of her blouse.

She gave me her brightest smile, knowing those fabulous tits had my attention.

She’d already observed me talking to her chest several times that evening although I was obviously trying valiantly to look elsewhere.

“Look at me,” she said, quickly glancing down at her chest and back up to my eyes. “Do you think I haven’t heard most of the real or imagined woes of the Hindu male?”

Her smile made me smile too once my eyes traveled back up to her face.

“Umm, well, mostly, you know, about sex.”

“You mean she won’t,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān asked.

I shook my head.

“Nothing?”

“Umm, well, sometimes she, uh, jerks me, a little.”

“Not even a blowjob?”

There!

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had moved the conversation to what had become her favorite topic: fellatio.

I shook my head again.

“Wow,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān faux whimpered, and executed and exaggerated sigh.

“That’s a real shame. I thought that was all the rage after Monica and Bill.”

She hoped she wasn’t over doing it, but I didn’t seem to catch on.

Whenever she could, without being too obvious, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān returned the conversation to oral sex.

Once, I asked her how old she was.

“How old do you think?”

“I’d guess early thirties.”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān gave a big smile.

“Why would you guess that?”

“Well your skin is very smooth, your hair color makes you look even younger; it’s so pretty. Maybe it’s because you’re pretty. How old are you really?”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān didn’t answer directly.

“Do you really think I’m pretty? Prettier than your girl friend?”

“Oh yeah, you’re gorgeous, really attractive. I really mean it!”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was pretty sure I was playing too, maybe hoping to get lucky with an older woman who’d had a bit too much to drink.

“You don’t think my mouth is too big?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān deliberately made an oval with her lips, and then smiled.

I couldn’t answer, I was swallowing coke.

“Cause, some guys have told me it’s a bit large, but perfect for fellatio.” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān couldn’t resist saying that.

She figured I knew what the word meant, and if I didn’t, it would give her an excuse to say blowjob again.

When I didn’t ask, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said,

“Of course, they were probably just trying to see if they could compliment me into giving them some free head.”

I was speechless until Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled.

“No, it didn’t work,” she laughed, “wrong guys.” She actually found herself winking at me.

I asked if that meant Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān did perform oral sex for the right guy.

“Only my husband,” she lied.

“Funny thing is, early in our marriage, Muħammad Ibrāhīm  was always pestering me to blow him, and I was reluctant. Lately, I’ve been the one who’s wanted it and Muħammad Ibrāhīm is backing off.”

I felt emboldened.

Did she do it all the way?

“What do you mean?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew but wanted to tease me.

Make me say it.

“You know, all the way, uh, till he’s done, you know, finished.”

“You mean, do I do it for a while then switch to regular sex?”

I nodded.

“Again, it’s funny,” said Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān. “Before, it was just a preliminary for me and Muħammad Ibrāhīm wanted to finish that way, you know, cum in my mouth, but I refused. Now,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān looked me in the eye and deliberately licked her lips, “I want him to let me finish it.” A quick smile, then, “Yes, all the way and swallow too. It’s my husband who wants other things instead. What lousy timing.”

Our conversation drifted in and out of work, general topics, and sex.
“No fucking way!” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān exclaimed, and then blushed herself.

She never used that language at work and rarely with Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

The only person she really let her hair down that way with was Noor. “Oops, I didn’t say that.”

“Didn’t say what?”

“You know the f word.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I just don’t usually don’t talk like that.”

“You’re a prude,” I taunted.

“I am not!” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān felt on the defensive for the first time, so she tried to regain control. “And you changed the subject she accused me.”

“What?”

“You know!”

“I’m lost.”

“Four times?”

“Oh, that, what about it?”

“As I said, no effing way.”

“Yes effing way.”

“All the way?”

“Yes.”

“To climax?”

“Yes.”

“And shoot?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you. ”

“Want proof?” I challenged.

Oh my, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān thought to herself as she noticed me execute a surreptitious adjustment to my crotch.

She thought she’d seen this earlier, but this time she was sure her peripheral vision had registered the movement.

Her talk was giving me a hard on.

Of course, if I could come four times in an hour, that shouldn’t be a surprise.

Truth be told, it was also causing Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān some wetness.

For the first time she began to think about actually doing something more than tease.

Could she pull it off?

Would I reject her offer?

Doubtful.

Would I want more from her?

Maybe, but she controlled me she should be able to control me more.

Would I tell?

How to make the initial move?

Acting more drunk than she actually was, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān got the offer for a ride home she wanted.

She said she probably shouldn’t drive and that she’d call her husband to pick her up.

On the way home she sat a little closer to me than need be, touching my arm to point out the way.

When we pulled into her driveway, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān leaned over, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said thanks.

She made sure her tits were pressed firmly against my arm and body.

As she moved away, she took a breath and plunged in.

“Thanks, for the ride.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’ve got to go in, but you know,” deep breath, “we each has a complementary need.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know. What we discussed. What you want. What your girlfriend won’t do. What I want to do, but my husband doesn’t want. You know. That.”

“Are you saying you want to do that to me?”

“Would you like me to?”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān moved her hand to my Hindu crotch.

I was hard, no surprise.

“Take it out,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān ordered.

“Here, in your driveway?”

“It’s dark, no one will see.”

I unzipped my pants and extracted my phallus.

There was little light, so Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān just leaned over and engulfed it in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth once again.

She sank all the way down till her lips touched my pubic hair.

I moaned loudly.

Nobody can see, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān thought, but they can hear.

She tried to say shush, but her mouth was quite full.

That beautiful hard Unique Uncut Hindu Cock in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth had Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān juicing badly.

She wanted to slip her hand into her pants, but I acted just too immature now.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I’m going to shoot.”

Did he ever! Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān never swallowed so much cum.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was on fire, but she realized she’d have to wait for relief this time.

Hopefully, there would be other days.

Meantime, Muħammad Ibrāhīm  could do the honors tonight.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān sat up and moved for the door.

“Well, now I only have to jerk off three more times tonight.”

“No fucking, I mean effing, way you’re ready again,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān exclaimed.

“Feel me.”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān felt.

This she had to try.

“Do you want to do something else?” I asked.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān responded by leaning over and taking my Uncut Hindu member all the way into her mouth again.

I lasted a little longer this time, long enough for Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān to slide her hand down to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit and explode.

I was right behind with my second load in less than ten minutes and it seemed to Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān to be as big as the first.

Maybe he really can cum that often, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān thought.

“I really do have to get in,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said, sitting up for the second time.

She again gave me a kiss on the cheek and thanked me.

He’s probably wouldn’t be interested in Frenching me, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān thought, smiling to herself.

“You’re on your own for the other two times.”

She slid out of the car and walked to her house, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she walked.

Maybe that will help with hard-on #3 for the ride home, she thought.

Once inside, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān saw a light coming from the family room and realized Muħammad Ibrāhīm was still awake watching TV.

As she walked into the room, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān started feeling like she might like a second orgasm herself tonight and wondered how Muħammad Ibrāhīm  would feel about that.

“Hi Muħammad Ibrāhīm.”

“Hi Honey, how was the celebration?”

“Good. Really relaxed me,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said as she sat next to Muħammad Ibrāhīm  on the couch

She laid her head on his shoulder and began rubbing his thigh.

Although she really didn’t feel like giving Muħammad Ibrāhīm oral tonight, she figured she might start there and have him finish himself, as usual while giving her a nice tonguing.

“Well, you’re sure in a good mood, welcome home!” Muħammad Ibrāhīm reached over and stroked her tit. “You should go out more often.”

Indeed I should, thought Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm turned and lifted Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s face to kiss her.

She hesitated because of what she’d just done.

She knew Muħammad Ibrāhīm had kissed her after she’d sucked me, but they’d never really talked about it.

And whether or not it bothered Muħammad Ibrāhīm to kiss her with the remnants of Durgesh’s Hindu sperm in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān gave Muħammad Ibrāhīm a quick kiss on the lips and Muħammad Ibrāhīm moved closer for more.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān put her hand on his chest and he looked up at her.

“I did something.”

“Something? What kind of something?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm was on immediate alert.

Could it be?

It had been more than a year since Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had told him about her first encounter with me, yet he remembered it like it was yesterday.

He could still achieve nearly instantaneous erection when he replayed that conversation and the subsequent ones in his mind.

What a great lack of his Bhogyantrānk, Muħammad Ibrāhīm didn’t know at all.

He needed to get an erection, to remember that his extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife sucked me, in as much detail as he could.

He neither encouraged nor discouraged his wife from seeking similar opportunities but took her lack of follow up with any new partner as a sign it was a once only thing for her.

After giving Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān oral sex as she recounted how she sucked me off, and fondling himself, Muħammad Ibrāhīm came to prefer that means of relief because it most closely approximated the actual first night.

Was Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān about to confess a second event?

Was it oral only, or did she go further?

Actually, Muħammad Ibrāhīm had preferred that Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān never slept with me.

“That kind of something,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān answered.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s mouth was open, but no words came out.

For a moment, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was frightened.

She had just assumed that Muħammad Ibrāhīm enjoyed hearing about me and would enjoy learning that there was something new to relate.

But Muħammad Ibrāhīm  smiled quickly and she knew he was ready.

“Shall we get your slacks off and into bed where we can do this right?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm asked excitedly.

He reached out his hand and led her to the bedroom.

And so, once again, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān lay back with her legs spread, her eyes closed enjoying her husband’s tongue, and described in minute detail how she sucked off me.

Twice!!

Like me, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān also enjoyed a second orgasm that evening.

She wondered as she drifted off to sleep if she’d get to find out if the young Hindu stud actually could come four times so quickly.

She also felt a third tingle between her thoroughly worn out thighs as she thought about getting herself off more than once with me.***

Chapter 5

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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. 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. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

88.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

90. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

93.. The everincreasing infinite lust

94. The women in my life

95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

96.  A Deep Conflict-1

97. I’m never ashamed of it

98. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

99. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

100. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

101. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

102.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

103. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

108.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

109. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

110. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

111. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

112. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

113. HVS law internationals : 1

114. HVS law internationals : 2

115. HVS law internationals : 3

116. HVS law internationals : 4

117. HVS law internationals : 5

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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

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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


HVS Law Internationals: 3

HVS Law Internationals

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The Court

I was really astonished.

Everywhere in public?”

“Why not?” entirely unashamed, Fātimah Rasūlullāh asked surprised.

“Well—” I could not respond her enthusiasm and surprise.

“Don’t tell me you are ashamed of fucking me everywhere in public.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh winked at me.

I had controlled me in the meantime.

“Never.” I was more enthusiastic now even than Fātimah Rasūlullāh was, “I promise to fuck you my darling, everywhere in public, wherever and whenever you want.”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh kissed me.

“Is it really possible, Durgesh darling?”

“Let’s see what we can do in the matter legally.”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was immensely glad.

She actually was after breaking Kħadījah Muħammad’s record.

Kħadījah Muħammad was my Outdoor Sex Queen.

Yet, even Kħadījah Muħammad couldn’t make me fuck her everywhere in public wherever and whenever she wanted.***

Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr said with his usual judicial gravity.

“Gentlemen, I hope we can get a jury today.

It was second day of the trial.

It was the compulsion of the Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān that despite every desperate frantic effort of Ålī and his Ammījān Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib, she still allowed Åāýéshah Abu Bakr to remain on bail.

She refused to surrender to any bloody Congressperson even.

No, she was not a supporter of NDA.

She supported Congress.

But, she could not do it in this particular case due to her everaggressive daughter, Safiyah Muħammad.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān loved her daughter more than she loved Congress.

The BJP government at Madhya Pradesh managed to get more support from public then the wretched Congresspersons could.

It was the second term of the BJP government at Madhya Pradesh.

“I hope the same, your honor.” I said suavely.

Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr looked at the beautiful assistant of the district attorney, Sabīħah Parvéz.

She always respected me and managed usually to be in the case, if I personally represented my client.

The persons suspected Sabīħah Parvéz actually loved me.

“The peremptory is with the prosecution.” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr said.

Sabīħah Parvéz smiled.

“The prosecution passes, your honor.”

I arose, bowed and smiled.

“Let the jury be sworn.” I said, “The defense has no further peremptories and is satisfied with this jury.”

Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr smiled as he said,

“Well, I hardly expected such prompt action. I thank both the councils. The clerk will now swear the jury and then the court will take a ten-minute recess.”

After the recess, Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr nodded to the table of the prosecution.

Sabīħah Parvéz, some more trial deputies and the Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad were sitting there.

“Make your opening statement, Mr. Prosecutor.” The judge said.

Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad nodded to Sabīħah Parvéz.

Sabīħah Parvéz once more stood up.

“If it please the court,” Sabīħah Parvéz said, “and you members of the jury, for the most part I’m going to let the facts speak for themselves. Yet, as they are somewhat complicated, I’ll give you a brief outline.

“The defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, was trustee under a so called spendthrift trust created by Muħammad Rasūlullāh in favor of his daughter Fātimah Rasūlullāh.

“Under the terms of this trust, the defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, had the right to sell the securities as she saw fit, purchase other securities, and to pay out such money as she saw fit to the beneficiary of the trust, Ms. Fātimah Rasūlullāh.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, we expect to prove that in the five years, the period during which the trust had been in effect, the defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, always made her accounting in such a technically legal way that it always disheartened Fātimah Rasūlullāh.”

I smiled.

Sabīħah Parvéz ignored my smile deliberately and went on,

“Furthermore, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we propose to show that the defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, had systematically looted the trust, using income from it to feather her own financial nest until she had built up an independent fortune in the name of Fātimah Rasūlullāh and Durgesh through shrewd steps, investments and manipulations.

The eyes of the ladies and gentlemen of the jury, as well as those of the audience, turned to Åāýéshah Abu Bakr with hatred.

I smiled reassuringly at Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled confidently and compassionately at Sabīħah Parvéz as she couldn’t prove anything.

Sabīħah Parvéz took almost fifteen minutes to complete her opening statement.

After that Sabīħah Parvéz bowed with courtly dignity, strode back to the counsel table, and sat down.

While passing through opposite me, Sabīħah Parvéz managed to squeeze my Uncut Hindu Penis mischievously, hiding her action from others.

“Sālī!” I squeezed her buttocks.

Sabīħah Parvéz winked at me and went to sit at her table innocently.

“Do you wish to make an opening statement at this time?” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr asked me.

“No, your honor. We’ll defer our opening statement until the defense is ready to put on its case.”

“Very well,” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr said, “Call your first witness, Ms. Prosecutor.”

Sabīħah Parvéz called the autopsy surgeon, Dr. Bilqīs Kħān.

She testified that she had performed the autopsy of Åbdul Raħmān.

“Doctor,” I asked in cross-examination, “did you know the decedent, Åbdul Raħmān, personally?”

Sabīħah Parvéz rose to her feet,

“Objected as impertinent and immaterial.”

“I don’t think so, your honor.” I said, “It may go to the bias of the witness.”

“Overruled.”Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr ruled, “It’s a murder case. The defense is fighting to save a human life. The court will see that the defense must get every right, the law allows.”

“Thank you, your honor.” I bowed to the court.

“Answer the question, Doctor!”

Dr. Bilqīs Kħān smiled triumphantly,

“The decedent, Åbdul Raħmān, was my ex husband, your honor.”

Sabīħah Parvéz leaned to me and whispered quite astonished,

“How did you know?”

“I’ve my own sources, Sālī!”

Then I addressed the witness,

“How long the marriage was in effect?”

“Not more than six months, sir.”

“Who approached the court for divorce?”

“Objected as to be immaterial, your honor.”Sabīħah Parvéz said, “The marriage of the witness to the decedent cannot be linked with his murder.”

“But, it can affect the testimony of the witness.” I insisted.

“How?”Sabīħah Parvéz asked me ironically, “I think the defense is trying to blacken the character of the decedent.”

“The defense has every right to show how responsible the decedent himself could be for his murder.”

“The court thinks the defense is right.”Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr ruled again, “The objection is overruled.”

“I approached to the court for the divorce, your honor.”Dr. Bilqīs Kħān said gravely.

“On what grounds?”

“My husband suspected my relation with one of my friends, Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý.”

“Was it true?”

“Yes, your honor.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān answered to the court.

“Did you love Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý prior to your marriage with the decedent, Åbdul Raħmān?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then why did you marry Åbdul Raħmān, instead of Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý?”

“Because Åbdul Raħmān blackmailed my parents.”Dr. Bilqīs Kħān exploded the bombshell.

The jury and the audience were stunned due to the sudden development of the case.

Dr. Bilqīs Kħān was the first witness of the prosecution.

Everyone expected her testimony to be a routine testimony.

None expected this explosive character revelation of the victim.

What none of them knew was that it was deliberately managed by me.

Dr. Bilqīs Kħān was on leave when the dead body of Åbdul Raħmān was brought for autopsy.

I managed to cancel her leave so that she herself could perform his autopsy, and I could bring these facts in cross-examination.

The prosecution’s everfirst witness blackened the character of the decedent.

“Did you know it?” Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad asked his most brilliant trial deputy, Sabīħah Parvéz.

“Never, sir.”Sabīħah Parvéz whispered back, “I suspect Durgesh has deliberately managed it, to bring it out in his cross examination.”

“The Hindu playboy can go to any limit to protect his Musalmān Beauties.” Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad gritted his teeth, “He is the legal wizard, too much resourceful, a master psychologist and a master cross examiner.”

“You are right, sir.”

“Do you really love Durgesh, Sabīħah?”

“Well, sorry sir, but you know it very well.”Sabīħah Parvéz said gravely, “Your own daughter is crazy for Durgesh.”

“Sabīħah, I respect the beast.”

“I know, sir. And I’m proud of my chief that I work under such a nice gentleman.”

“Åbdul Raħmān blackmailed your parents?” I let my surprise register on my body language literally.

“Yes, sir.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān went on, “He blackmailed Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý too and compelled him to marry his own sister, my sister in law, Nafīsah Raħmān.”

“Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān?”

“Yes, sir. Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān is my sister in law. She also loved Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. My husband managed through his blackmails that his sister Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān succeeded in marrying Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý.”

“You didn’t object?”

“My parents requested me to protect their own secrets.”

“And you surrendered?”

“Yes. I had to. Yet, I never surrendered my body to Åbdul Raħmān.”

“Never?” I registered my surprise again.

“Never.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān said scornfully, “I told the bloody blackmailer that I am a One Man Woman. I’ve already surrendered my pious Sunni Musalmān body to my Hindu love, Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. And he’ll be the only man in my life.”

“What did he tell in response?”

“He said he isn’t interested in my body. He was interested only in the marriage of his sister, Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān with Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. And he has succeeded in it.”

“Åbdul Raħmān never touched you as a husband.”

“I hated the bloody blackmailer.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān said scornfully once again, “I never allowed him.”

I looked at Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr.

“Your honor, I see Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān is in the court. She is a witness for prosecution, I believe.”

Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr looked at Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad.

Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad arose and bowed to the court.

“Of course, your honor. Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān and even her husband, Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý, both are the witnesses for the prosecution.”

“Your honor, I request to call Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān for some clarification.”

“By all means.” Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad bowed to me, “No objection at all. The prosecution is as much interested in justice as the defense is.”

Dr. Bilqīs Kħān testified that the death of Åbdul Raħmān had been caused by a single gunshot wound in the head.

She testified that it had been fired into the left temple from a gun that had been not more than six inches away from the man’s head at the time of its discharge.

She fixed the time of death as between nine thirty o’clock and two thirty A. M. on the night of the fifth and sixth May 2010.

“Death could have been at nine o’clock, Doctor?” I asked.

“I doubt it.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān looked at me gravely.

“At eight thirty?”

“I don’t think so.”

“But it could have been at eight thirty?”

“It’s possible but not probable. I fix nine thirty as the earliest hour.”

“But it’s possible death occurred at eight thirty?”

“Yet, not probable. We can’t fix the time of death with a stop watch.”Dr. Bilqīs Kħān smiled at me.

I smiled back at her,

“That’s all, Doctor. Thank you.”

Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān took the witness stand.

Sabīħah Parvéz examined her,

“What’s your name?”

“Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān.”

“Were you related to the decedent Åbdul Raħmān?”

“He was my brother.”

“When did you know your brother was interested in Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company?”

“He was never interested in Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company.”

“What do you mean?”

“Actually I was interested in Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company.”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān said, “My brother was acting as my agent in the bargain.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr was all-alert now.

Even I could not help to remember when Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān first met me.

She was accompanied by Kħadījah Muħammad to my office.

“Hello, you are Durgesh?” she asked.

“You are Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān?”I grinned.

“Right.”

“What can I do for you?”

“I understand you are representing Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.”

“I see. How do you understand that?”

“Mr. Durgesh, haven’t anyone told you that your obsession to have sex with extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān Beauties can lead you someday to so many troubles you haven’t even imagined ever?”

I smiled.

“So many communal Musalmeen have told me so. So far they are always themselves in trouble.”

“So far.”

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

“That doesn’t mean it would happen in future too.”

“I believe in crossing a bridge when I reach it.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is a hot potato.”

“I love Musalmān Beauties hottest.” I smiled.

“You don’t know anything.”

“I’d be obliged to you very much if you’d tell me what I don’t know.”

“I’ve learned that Åāýéshah Abu Bakr made statements that I’m crooked. She told that I don’t manage my company for the benefit of my shareholders. I do it to manipulate it for my own purposes.”

“I see.” I smiled at Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān.

“She said that I don’t know straight up about oil. I was primarily interested in biking people into investing in stock so I could keep myself in power as the head of the company at a darn good salary.”

I smiled urbanely.

“I hope you can prove, in a competent court, what you are charging my client to say.”

“I’ve witnesses.”

“I hope they are disinterested.”

“What do you mean?”

“The witnesses are too human beings, Doctor. They have their own human weaknesses and shortcomings. It has been proven so many times in courts that they’ve lied.”

“I have their affidavits.”

“And why did you have them?”

“So that they can’t lie on a later date in court.”

“So, you think they can lie?”

“Anyone can lie.”

“And so do your witnesses?” I kept on smiling.

“They are also human beings, as you’ve yourself said.”

“So, you want a court to believe such profound liars you yourself don’t believe?”

“What?”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān looked at me all alert, “Who said I don’t believe my own witnesses?”

“Your actions do. Why else you needed their affidavits, if you believe they won’t lie?”

“What a man you are?”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān said, “The extent you go to protect your Musalmān concubines.”

“They are not my Musalmān concubines. They are my Musalmān women.”

“You are right both ways. Are you not? If I hadn’t taken their affidavits, you’ve claimed they lie. And now when I have their affidavits you claim I myself am afraid of them that they could lie otherwise.”

I smiled shrewdly.

Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān smiled too.

“I want to warn you that Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is so much crooked that even all your excellent shrewdness cannot save her. Even you can save only the innocent ones.”

“Of course, you are right. But the mistake you are doing is that you think yourself a judge.”

“I don’t, never.”

“So why don’t you let a judge decide who is guilty and who is innocent?”

“My management has been vindicated. I bet Åāýéshah Abu Bakr wishes she had the twenty thousand shares of stock she sold a while ago.”

“Sold it?” I asked smiling.

“As if you don’t know what your foolish Musalmān concubine, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, did. I heard and believed that you love Musalmān Beauties with brains. But Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is so beautiful that you broke your rule.”

“Oh!”

“She is a Musalmān Beauty without brains. She made detrimental statements to me when she sold the shares. She sold the stock to a purchaser warning her that it probably wasn’t any good. She foolishly said to her that I didn’t know straight up about the oil business. She claimed that I was just working a flimflam getting a lot of sterile acreage tied up so that I could make a big showing to people who knew nothing about the oil business, keep drawing a nice salary, and have an expense account, a private air plane and all that sort of stuff.”

“I’m surprised that instead of suing Åāýéshah Abu Bakr for what you claim she said, you came to me.”

Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān smiled.

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is a Musalmān Beauty without brains, but you have lots of what she doesn’t.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t  think I’m interested in your masculine Hindu charms as most of us Musalmān Beauties are.”

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I smiled, “I’m disheartened.”

“Nonsense! I’m not fool enough even to think so. You have millions of us extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties still trying to friend with you, you even can’t oblige. I’m merely trying not to have a dangerous antagonist out of you, instead of an extremely precious friend of us entire Musalmān Beauties.”

“I see.”

“Can we be friends?”

“How, if you want to sue one of my beloveds?”

“Nonsense! You are wise enough to understand I haven’t come to you if I wanted to do that.”

“Let me hear why actually you’ve come to me.”

“Listen, Durgesh! We Musalmān Beauties already have so many antagonists in our oppressor mankind. We’ve very few friends we can rely on. You are best of them.”

“Thank you.” I looked at her really gratefully.

“I want you at my side of the fence, not in the opposite one.”

“So, what do you propose?”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr has foolishly damaged my image and that of my Company, Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company, too. I’m the President of Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company. She could have sold her stock without any such unnecessary comment. Do you agree?”

“Go on.”

“I’m not here to sue. I’m not here to threaten. I’m wise enough to understand you must be on my side.”

“I thank you once again. Just finish what you want to say.”

“I request you to advise that foolish Musalmān Beauty without brains, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr that I’d accept her apology, a public apology that I can print in the papers.”

I smiled.

“You’d have it. Anything else?”

“Thank you very much, Durgesh.”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān was all smiles, “Now, I’m glad I decided to come to you.”

This entire event flashed through my mind just in one second or two.***

Safiyah Muħammad waved the director past, concentrating on her hair and make-up instead.

“So today you’re doing a 61 year old Hindu male, name’s Durgesh?”

She didn’t really care who she was doing, as long as he is a Hindu.

Safiyah Muħammad was an Uncut Hindu Penis addict Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān young woman.

She was not the first.

Neither she was alone.

There were so many Uncut Hindu Penis addict Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān young women now.

“An Uncut Hindu Penis” Safiyah Muħammad used to say, “gives you something more than a cut cock can.”

“And what’s that?” her friends asked her.

“Its Foreskin.”

“What?”

“That’s right. Its Foreskin.” Safiyah Muħammad repeated, “It opens inside you when it enters, and closes when it’s pulled out.”

“So what?”

“You can’t imagine how much a woman enjoys the experience of its opening and closing inside.” Safiyah Muħammad’s eyes became starry, “I can’t describe the sexual bliss I do feel when the Uncut Hindu Foreskin opens and closes inside me in each powerful Hindu thrust. I’d do anything to get that unique experience repeated over and over endlessly.”

“You hate Musalmān males?” her friends asked Safiyah Muħammad.

“No. How can I hate them? They are my Dīnī brothers, my co religionists. It’s only sex I don’t like with them.”

“You don’t hate them”

“Never. No question at all.”

With this porn, she would have made enough to get herself completely out of debt and then maybe she could go and get a real job.

She didn’t need any job actually.

Her Ammījān, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, had made so much money for her daughter that didn’t need to do anything for money.

Yet, Safiyah Muħammad was a modern young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lady.

She hated to live on her Ammījān’s money only.

She wanted to be self dependent.

Tossing her long black hair the pretty Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl pouted at herself in the mirror, looking at the short silky Kimono that clung to her great attractive curves.

They had even gotten the culture right.

Sighing, she went out to the set that was done with lots of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān furniture and decoration.

They didn’t actually care what and who she was as long as she was a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl having sex with Hindu men of different schools of thoughts.

Safiyah Muħammad enjoyed it very much.

She’d watched her Ammījān Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān once having sex with me.

I always warned Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān,

“Be careful, Navīdah, you are a Chief Justice.”

“So what?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān raised her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face from my Uncut Hindu Penis she was sucking passionately, “Who says it’s illegal for a Chief Justice to have sex with her lover?”

Navīdah darling, your daughter Safiyah Muħammad is an adult now.”

“So?”

“She can see us in this way.”

Safiyah Muħammad, watching us from the keyhole, was all-alert now.

She was fascinated to watch my continuously growing Uncut Hindu Penis in the extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth of her Ammī Ħuzoor.***

Safiyah Muħammad had anticipated that.

Her Ammījān Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and her Abbū, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had been married for twenty-six years.

In fact, today was their wedding Anniversary.

But that wasn’t why Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was examining her reflection as she adjusted her bra and sweater in the big bathroom mirror.

She was preparing to attend a reception for the daughter of one of her best friends.

The sweater was cut much lower than anything she normally wore.

She’d never shown that much cleavage in public before.

Many women didn’t have anywhere that much cleavage to show!

But it was not true for Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women.

And Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Beauty.

The new bra she’d bought a month ago really showed off her glorious breasts.

She’d worn it several times before with her regular tops.

Men would stop dead and stare.

It was if she were walking naked.

But with this new sweater, Allah!

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had always had large breasts, so she knew ahead of time she’d always get attention.

If she wasn’t totally comfortable with it, at least she was used to it.

Over the years, she’d put on about thirty-five pounds, and Muħammad Ibrāhīm always kidded that most it went to her tits.

And he adored them.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān looked at herself critically.

She was obviously not the lithe young college cheerleader she was when she met her husband.

But her face was still very pretty, her eyes a beautiful pale blue, and her hair had never darkened.

It was still ash blond and totally straight.

Just a couple of months ago, at the mall, a handsome manager was admiring her as she waited in a checkout line.

She was sure he was ogling her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs, and he approached her after she completed her purchase.

Most men just stared silently; very few ever said anything.

He, however, smiled.

“I just wanted to tell you that your hair is the most beautiful color I’ve ever seen.”

And walked away.

She was on a high for the rest of the day.

She still smiled to herself when she remembered.

Then there was her mouth.

It was larger than Julia Roberts’ and she had those full puffy lips that some women have to pay for.

Her perfect, white teeth gave her a great smile.

A friend once told her that if she didn’t have those boobs, guys would be lusting after her mouth.

Once, while waiting for Muħammad Ibrāhīm at a restaurant bar, a nice looking man in a suit sitting across the bar kept stealing furtive glances at her.

She decided to tease him a little, so, like some feminine ninja; she took up lipstick and mirror and delivered a slow, sensuous performance.

As she applied a thick coat of shiny, shocking pink, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān deliberately pursed her lips, opened her mouth in an oval, and ran her tongue across them.

As she pretended to admire her handiwork in the mirror, she actually was peeking to see his reaction.

Subconsciously, he lifted his hips off the stool and reached below the bar level, obviously needing to make an adjustment to relieve a pressure down there.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was thrilled that she could cause such a reaction.

When she saw Muħammad Ibrāhīm arrive she slid off her stool, she opened her jacket, pushed her shoulders back and smoothed her sweater.

She was no longer looking at the guy across the bar, but she was positive he was looking at her.

As she closed her jacket again, she smiled at Muħammad Ibrāhīm and with a quick glance on the way to the restaurant, noticed that a second adjustment was being performed.

Finally, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān turned her attention to her legs.

They showed the signs of her weight, but were proportionate and shapely.

She wore a black silk skirt that ended about three inches above the knee and had a 4-inch slit at the left front.

She slowly raised the hem until she could see above the tops of her thigh high stockings and just a peek of her black silk panties.

The stockings were something for Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

Like all men, he preferred them to pantyhose, and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was going to do some subtle teasing at the reception.

She thought that if she gave him and occasional glimpse above the stocking, and maybe even let him run his hand up her skirt, the turn on might be an additional boost to his erection.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s cock was a little over two inches long, moreover what he’d lacked in size he could not make up even for in firmness.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān did not have even any lover before Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

In the past year or so, moreover, Muħammad Ibrāhīm often failed to achieve even full erection.

Sometimes, even her oral manipulations weren’t enough.

And Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was having trouble achieving her own orgasm with the new softer Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

More often than ever, she had to finish herself manually.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had thought about Viagra, but that was a subject Muħammad Ibrāhīm would have to bring up himself.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān walked out of the bathroom and faced Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

“How do I look?”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s mouth hung open.

“Allah!” he gasped, smiling like a high school junior who’d picked up his blind date and found Dolly Parton. Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had her answer.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm immediately groped her breasts, but Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān backed away.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”

“But…”

“No buts. Come on, we’ll be late.”

The hotel was only about five minutes from the reception hall.

Actually, the hall was only about twenty-five miles from Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s house, but they decided to get a room close by so they wouldn’t have such a drive home afterward.

And, both secretly thought, maybe there would be a little romance, too.

On the drive to the reception, Muħammad Ibrāhīm kept looking sideways at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s breasts.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled, wondering what reaction Muħammad Ibrāhīm was having somewhere below his eyes.

When she slid into the passenger seat, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān made sure Muħammad Ibrāhīm got an eyeful of her legs and allowed just the beginnings of the stocking tops to show.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm noticed.

In her seat, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s skirt was resting about six inches above her knee and she left her legs slightly parted.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm dropped his hand on her thigh and started to run it up her leg.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān pushed his hand away.

“That’s for later, she told her husband.

“And keep your eyes on the road.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm groaned and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān giggled.

“Let’s just bag the reception and go back to the room right now,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm suggested hopefully.

Oh how Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān wanted to do just that!

She wanted Muħammad Ibrāhīm rock solid tonight though, and her plan to achieve that was just starting.

“Well, that might be fun, but I was thinking of something else first.”

“What?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm asked excitedly.

“Do you think anyone else at the reception will notice how I look?”

“I think everyone else will notice. I think if we were going to a funeral, the corpse would notice.”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had to laugh.

She loved his sense of humor.

She was a little nervous about the next step however.

“Well, you know how I sometimes tell you about guys who check out my boobs during the day? Like last week when the bag boy at the supermarket couldn’t close his mouth, and messed up the bags and everything. Even the cashier had to laugh and tell him to put his tongue back in his mouth. You said I was such a tease with my big Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs flouncing everywhere. I said I didn’t do anything, but that you loved hearing about it. You even admitted it got you hard.”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had been looking at Muħammad Ibrāhīm to gauge his reaction to what she was saying, ready to backpedal if he seemed hesitant.

She took a breath and plunged in.

“So, I thought I’d give us both a thrill and do some teasing tonight. You could watch and maybe I’d get turned on a bit as well. Depends on what the guy looks like.”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm swallowed hard. “What would you do?”

“Oh, I’m not sure how far I’d carry it. Not very. Show some cleavage, obviously, maybe press my tits against him if we danced. Maybe hump his leg a little if he really turned me on.”

” Would you kiss him, or let him feel you up?”

“Would you mind?”

“If that’s all, I think I could handle it. You know sometimes when I think about you and another guy, it sort of turns me on in a way. Guess that’s kind of weird, huh? Just don’t act like too much of a slut.”

“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, that’s disgusting! But the really nice thing is we won’t know anybody there except Noo. And we won’t ever see any of them again either. So it’s the perfect occasion to be a little daring.”

At the reception, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm sat at a table with two other couples from Noor’s work.

Both were mid-thirties and pleasant enough.

One husband was fairly attractive, but the other was a complete nerd.

Both did a double take when they saw Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, but she didn’t want to start any trouble by playing up to someone’s husband.

At the next table were five interns from the hospital where Noor’s daughter worked.

Two of them had dates.

They too noticed Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān as soon as she sat down.

They appeared to be in their mid to late twenties, and all were very attractive.

No doubt about it, these guys were ready for a party.

Noor came over after Muħammad Ibrāhīm had gotten drinks and proceeded to introduce everyone at the table and then waved the young doctors from the other table over.

She introduced each to Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

They all grinned widely and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled back.

The last intern introduced was Durgesh.

I was medium in height and slim and spoke with a perfect Indian accent as I shook Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s hand.

“Pleased to meet you.”

My eyes looked deeply into Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s, and I didn’t release her hand.

Her hand trembled ever so slightly as she felt a surge of excitement ripple through her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vagina.

She was immediately wet.

Could Durgesh tell?

“Oh, what a nice accent. Where are you from?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān asked.

Jabalpur India, ma’am.”

I was the most handsome man Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had ever met.

After introductions, Noor stood to the side chatting briefly with Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

She kidded Muħammad Ibrāhīm that he’d better keep Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān away from the interns, given the way his wife looked.

Noor made a special point to single out Durgesh.

Durgesh‘s already slept with all the extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Lady Doctors on the floor,” Noor stated, winking at Muħammad Ibrāhīm. “And, he’s a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt man,” she finished, smiling at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān quickly finished her drink and went to the bar for another.

She ordered a double because she needed the courage of alcohol.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew better than to make me part of her little teasing games that evening.

Her husband was no a bigot but, there was no telling how he might react.

However, any one of the other four young Hindu men would do nicely.

True her word, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān flirted and danced with each of the interns.

Mostly they were fast dances, but after the nerdy husband asked her once, she used that as an excuse to ask the sexiest intern, me, to rescue her so he couldn’t ask again.

It was a slow number, and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān made sure she pressed her chest firmly against mine.

She danced mostly with me from then on.

During subsequent slow songs I became progressively more forward, rubbing my Hindu crotch against hers, sliding even my  hand down her extremely beautiful glorious Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

She could feel my Uncut Hindu erection and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was getting progressively wetter.

Her teasing had better be having the desired effect on Muħammad Ibrāhīm, as she would be in some serious need of attention later.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān watched her husband to see my extra ordinary Hindu reaction, and Muħammad Ibrāhīm seemed fine.

She dragged him to the dance floor once and moved her body in to feel his.

“Why Muħammad Ibrāhīm lass,” she whispered in his ear, “I do believe there’s some tenting going on in your pants. Are you experiencing a chubby?”

He laughed and admitted he was enjoying her show.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān revealed she was enjoying it as well and that he’d better be prepared for a tigress when they got back to their room.

Despite her earlier good intentions, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān found herself subtly teasing me as well.

She was unable to curb her attraction to the young Hindu man.

She’d lean over in front of me making sure I had the best view her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān cleavage.

When she talked to me, she deliberately licked her lips.

I ignored her and she became increasingly irritated.

Durgesh, it seemed to Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, had decided to tease the tease.

I danced with other extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women.

I deliberately selected married Sunni Musalmān women of Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s age — or rather they selected me.

My movements were oh, so erotic.

I never looked directly at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, yet I always seemed to know where she was and that she was stealing glances at me.

I would move my partner to a position where only Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān could see, then deliberately kiss Her neck, fondle Her breast, or massage Her ass.

THE extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women would do nothing to resist to me.

It was like I was telling Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, I can have any Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman Here, including you, and I know it. What’s more, you know it too, so if you want it, you’re going to have to ask for it, beg for it.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān mentally tortured herself imagining the forbidden fruit that was Durgesh.

After so many years of knowing she could have whatever she wanted from men, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was faced with wanting something she wasn’t sure she could get.

It infuriated and enflamed Her.

Finally, her panties were soaked through from watching the handsome young Hindu man she’d had enough.

I wasn’t moving on her and she didn’t have the nerve to approach me.

Her husband’s dick had better be good and hard tonight, damn it!

“Let’s go,” she said to Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

“OK, I just have to use the men’s room first.”

As Muħammad Ibrāhīm walked off, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān saw me approach the Juice Corner.

As if she were a programmed computer, she walked over for one last hopeful attempt to get me to acknowledge her.

With Her chest thrust out as alluringly as she knew how, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled at me.

I looked into her eyes and never even glanced below.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had meant to tell me she was leaving, but found herself deliberately looking down at Her chest and back up to my face.

“Don’t you want to touch them?” she asked me.

For a split second, I acted as I didn’t understand her question, and then I smiled broadly.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān quickly took my hand and led me out the back door.

Safiyah Muħammad, closely watching her Ammījān, followed us.

Once outside, we rounded a corner of the building where it was pitch black.

We were facing each other, but neither could see a thing.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān brought my hand up and placed it on her breast.

I raised my other hand and massaged Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s chest.

SHE moaned deeply, and with her own hand, reached for my Hindu crotch.

SHE fell against my chest as my size startled her.

SHE quickly unzipped my slacks and extracted my Hindu phallus.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān stroked me for no more than 10 seconds before she whimpered,

“I’ve got to have you, Durgesh.” as she slid to her knees and began playing with me.

My Uncut Hindu Cock felt hot and hard and big in Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

SHE used her hand to help get me off.

It didn’t take long.

As I neared my release, I took Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān by the shoulders and tried to lift her up.

“Let me fuck you,” I told her.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān shook Her Head.

Although I couldn’t see her in the darkness, I felt her answer as my Uncut Hindu Cock was pulled from side to side.

“My husband is waiting, please come,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said, temporarily removing the fleshy, exciting Uncut Hindu tube from her mouth.

I took Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s Head in my hands and gently began to fuck her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

When I moaned, signaling my imminent ejaculation, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew she too would orgasm.

As I shot off into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān reached under her skirt and moved her finger across her panties at her clit.

THE magnitude of her own orgasm shocked her.

SHE slumped to her hands and knees against my legs.

SHE swallowed my Hindu load in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth though the distraction of her own release prevented her from tasting anything at that moment.

SHE was shaking so badly, I had to help her to her feet.

“That was wonderful.” I said as I helped Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān to her feet.

“Mmmm…but I’ve got to get back to my husband.” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān caressed my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock as she replaced it into my pants.

She left me to zip up as she hurried away.

As she walked around the side of the building and into the back of the parking lot, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān saw Muħammad Ibrāhīm walking from their car back toward the front door.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān told me she had to hurry and quickly walked to the car and then toward the front door.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm had just turned from scanning the hall again and saw Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān walking toward him.

“Where have you been?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān asked first, making it seem that Muħammad Ibrāhīm had been the one missing.

She was smarter than her idiot Musalmān husband was.

Most of the Musalmān Beauties were so.

I knew very well.

It was nothing extra ordinary.

“Looking for you, where’ve you been?”

“Let’s just go,” said Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.

When she got in the car, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was horrified when she noticed some blades of grass clinging to her stocking clad knees.

She quickly closed her door to extinguish the light.

She was furiously brushing at her knees when Muħammad Ibrāhīm leaned over and kissed her.

Before she could stop him, his tongue was searching her mouth.

Allah, thought Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, could Muħammad Ibrāhīm taste Durgesh.

She certainly still could.

Both Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were silent during the ride back to the hotel, each wondering why the other was so quiet but unwilling emerge from their own erotic thoughts and speak first.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s mind was alive with thoughts of his wife.

Certainly, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had been more flirtatious, at times even seductive, tonight than he’d ever seen her.

Neither Muħammad Ibrāhīm nor Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was prudes particularly.

They’d discussed things like swapping and affairs, but neither had the bravado move things beyond personal fantasies.

Tonight had seen Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān allow the Hindus to fondle her breasts and extra ordinary  beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass while dancing.

She ground her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān pubis against them and, as even Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān acknowledged, caused them to get their Hindu erections.

Several times, he’d seen her kissing one particular intern deeply.

He didn’t know then it was I.

All this had caused Muħammad Ibrāhīm to become aroused.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, on the other hand, was musing about her own actions, the touching, the smell and tastes, the heft of my Uncut Hindu manhood in her hand.

Little flutters and flares ignited and pulsed through her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit as, head back and eyes closed in the car’s dark interior, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān experienced a series mentally generated, mini-climaxes, something she’d never done before.

Her breathing was so shallow as to be nonexistent as she mentally approached the pure excitement that had been my moment of fulfillment.

She re-lived my slow, perfectly timed piston movements as I took my Hindu pleasure from her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

My performance reminded Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān of how the Romans viewed oral sex.

It was the man who gave the woman fellatio, not the other way around.

Tonight, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān considered the blowjob my ever-unforgettable Hindu gift to her, not her gift to me.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm had noticed something else.

Though Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān undoubtedly thought she was being surreptitious about it, her attention kept wandering to the Hindu young man.

All the same, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān appeared to be most irritated when she watched as the Hindu fellow fondled other Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wives on the dance floor or in dark corners.

Just as they were set to leave, he’d seen them talking together, and then both were missing.

What had happened?

Muħammad Ibrāhīm suspected Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had gone somewhere with me and let me grope and kiss her.

He really wanted to find out what happened with me.

Chapter 4

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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. 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. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

88.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

90. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

93.. The everincreasing infinite lust

94. The women in my life

95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

96.  A Deep Conflict-1

97. I’m never ashamed of it

98. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

99. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

100. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

101. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

102.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

103. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

108.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

109. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

110. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

111. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

112. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

113. HVS law internationals : 1

114. HVS law internationals : 2

115. HVS law internationals : 3

116. HVS law internationals : 4

117. HVS law internationals : 5

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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

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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. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

40.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

41. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

42. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

46. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

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

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


HVS Law Internationals: 1

HVS Law Internationals

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr

Fātimah Rasūlllāh

She rushed to me, put her arms around my neck, hugged me and kissed.

With tear-swollen eyes she said,

“I knew you can do the wonders. I’m released on bail, while everyone said it was impossible.”

I kissed her to assure her faith in me.

“Let’s go. You are released on bail, not acquitted yet.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr laughed,

“Yet!”

She was not taking the matter seriously even now.

It was all only a game for her, even now.

It was very difficult to live the faith my women had in me.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

They believed I was not an ordinary human being.

Nonsense!

I knew what I was.

“How much did you tell them?” I asked when I thought Åāýéshah Abu Bakr could answer me.

It was only when we reached home.

“Not a thing.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr laughed, “I told them that I resented the way they had made the arrest and taken me out of Saåūdī Arabia. I told them that I thought I have been kidnapped by the police.”

I watched Åāýéshah Abu Bakr gravely.

She did not love Fātimah Rasūlullāh as her trustee.

She loved her as if she was her elder sister, her Bājī.

Well, she was not.

Moreover, Fātimah Rasūlullāh did not appreciate her as she wanted to.

She took her only as her trustee.

One side love.

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr was an emotional stupid.

Instead of my repeated warnings, she could never control her emotions.

Ultimately it resulted in adverse.

Her emotions  put her behind the bars.

She was unable to understand she couldn’t play with the law.

All her supporters from Congress miserably failed.

They were heavily bribed by Ålī, and his Ammījān Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib.

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr went on,

“I told them that I was indignant. I hadn’t even to put on the act that I was too mad to cooperate. I was really mad.”

“It’s all right. The only thing is they damn care whether you are mad on their strategies or not.”

“Well, they failed in keeping me behind the bars. Haven’t they?”

“Because the Chief Justice has a daughter, Safiyah Muħammad, who loves me more than anything. She compelled her Ammījān to release you on bail to have me for her life.”

“Safiyah Muħammad is a nice kid.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr giggled.

“Only eighteen.” I said curtly, “And I’m sixty one. Her Ammījān, Chief Justice, Navīdah Sulémān, never wanted her to be on my bed. Yet…”

Chief Justice, Navīdah Sulémān, is mistaken.”Åāýéshah Abu Bakr announced, “She herself enjoys you on her bed, even while her husband, Nādir Sheikħ is still living. A veteran Congressperson he is. Isn’t he?”

I did not answer her.

Instead, I smiled,

“Never underestimate a Congressperson, Åāýéshah.”

“They failed. Didn’t they?”

“Not yet.”

“Well, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib and Ålī could not keep me behind the bars despite their desperate frantic attempts.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr said scornfully, “Your Uncut Hindu Penis proved to be more dominant than any bloody Congressperson.”

It was useless to argue with her in this mood of her.

“What have they got on you, do you know?” I asked Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.

“No.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr spat up, “Neither, I do care, damn it.”

“We still have to fight the case, Åāýéshah. You are accused of a murder.”

“Well, I never murdered the bloody blackmailer.”

“Tell me everything, you idiot.”.

She winked at me.

“I never knew you are so resourceful, Méré Hindu Piyā!”

“Stop praising me, and tell me what happened.”

“There isn’t much to tell.”

“Did you know the dead man?”

“I’ve talked with him on the phone. That is, if he’s Åbdul Raħmān.”

“What do you know about him?”

“Not too much. But he had me in kind of a peculiar position.”

“Blackmail?”

“Well, not exactly. Åbdul Raħmān was engaged in a sneak attack, in a tiptoe attack, on the management of Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company. The dirty Congresspersons were helping him, against me, because I support NDA.”

“Don’t make it political, Åāýéshah.”

“Well, the dirty Congresspersons have already made it political. They want to blacken NDA by doing it.”

“Let’s keep politics out of it.”

“Will they allow?”

“What happened?”

“Åbdul Raħmān wanted to get rid of the management and put his own crowd in.”

“You knew that?”

“I knew that—at least Åbdul Raħmān told me.”

“Go ahead.”

“Åbdul Raħmān knew that Fātimah Rasūlullāh had a big block of stock in the oil company. At least he assumed she did. He knew that her Abbū, Rasūlullāh, had bought it and that it had gone into the trust fund.”

“And so?”

“And so Åbdul Raħmān went to Fātimah Rasūlullāh.”

“He wanted her to give him a proxy?”

“He wanted her to give him a proxy. Fātimah Rasūlullāh told Åbdul Raħmān she couldn’t do it, because the stock was in my name as trustee. So then, Åbdul Raħmān asked her to write a letter to me as trustee, instructing me to give him a proxy on stock.”

“And Fātimah Rasūlullāh did?”

“Fātimah Rasūlullāh did.”

I watched her with keen interest,

“And then?”

I knew it was not easy for me to extract the truth out of Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.

Of course, she loved me.

But, almost all my women thought me a kind of demigod.

They were so thrilled and obsessed with my almost endless successes over their oppressors, their mankind.

They hated their tyrant mankind.

I defeated and humiliated their oppressors.

Consequently, they loved me even more than their own lives.

Alas, I could not live their optimism.

Despite all their optimism in me, I couldn’t forget I was too an ordinary man, a normal man, as the rest of the mankind.

Only difference I had from the rest was that I was abnormally hypersexual.

Nothing else.

“Then,” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr looked at me, “then, of course, I was in a spot. I didn’t have the stock. Moreover, I didn’t want Fātimah Rasūlullāh to know I didn’t have it. That would have caused her to ask for an accounting. That’s why I didn’t want to tell Åbdul Raħmān I’d sold the stock.”

“This was at a time when the value of the stock was low?” I watched her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face to study her reactions.

“That’s right.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled at me confidently.

She had already taken out my Uncut Hindu Penis out of my lower, and now she was playing with it,

“It was just before the strike in the new field. Åbdul Raħmān could have bought up the control of the company if he could have found the stock and had the money. But Åbdul Raħmān was working on a shoestring.”

Even enjoying optimum extremely beautiful Åāýéshah Abu Bakr’s handling of my Uncut Hindu Penis, I kept on watching her face keenly.

It was necessary for me to win the case.

And it was necessary for me to win the case to keep the faith of my countless extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties in me intact.

I couldn’t be negligent even a bit.

“So what did you do, Åāýéshah?”

“I told Åbdul Raħmān I would have to know more about what he had in his mind. I told him I had to know his plans for developing the company’s property before I’d honor Fātimah Rasūlullāh’s letter.”

I smiled at her,

“That’s nice.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled too,

“What do you think I enjoy only your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot? I learn from you simultaneously as you love all of us your Musalmān Beauties to do.”

I kissed Åāýéshah Abu Bakr passionately,

“I’m proud of all of you my Musalmān Beauties.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr winked at me,

“Thank you. Åbdul Raħmān insisted on seeing me. I refused to give him an interview. Then Åbdul Raħmān played his ace in the hole. He told me he had something to tell me about Ålī. Åbdul Raħmān told it would eliminate Ålī from the picture as far as Fātimah Rasūlullāh was concerned. He said he needed money to carry on his proxy campaign. Åbdul Raħmān said if I’d bring him ten thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills, he’d give me an earful of facts against Ålī that would put the bastard Ålī out of circulation.”

I watched Åāýéshah Abu Bakr keenly,

“And Åbdul Raħmān wanted proxies too?”

“Yes.”

“Åbdul Raħmān was a blackmailer then?”

“Well,” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled, “every businessperson does so, every now and then, less or more.”

“That’s why they suffer from economic insecurities.” I commented tersely, “No honesty in business dealings, no Economic Security. It’s as simple as that. As you sow so you reap.”

“I know your views.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled sweetly to me, “However, you know I would have done anything to prevent Fātimah Rasūlullāh from marrying that bastard Ålī. He isn’t Ħazrat Ålīrzu as the idiot Fātimah Rasūlullāh thinks he is.”

I controlled myself,

“What about proxies?”

“That’s the strange, incredible thing. When Åbdul Raħmān made me that offer, I decided to take him up. I went out and bought up twenty thousand shares of Rājsthān Oil Stock in the joint name of Fātimah Rasūlullāh and Durgesh. Naturally, being the trustee I couldn’t do in my own name. I couldn’t do it in her sole name because Ålī would have made Fātimah Rasūlullāh to sell them for his vested interests. His scrupulous Ammījān, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib, would have helped cheerfully her bastard son. I got them hundred Rs. Per share. I intended to let Åbdul Raħmān think they were the original shares of stock from trust. Then within a couple of days, the new strike was made and the stock started climbing sky high.”

“And the stock is in our joint name, not in the name of trust?”

“That’s right.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr twittered.

I watched Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.

“You have no letters from Åbdul Raħmān, no evidence to back up your story?”

“No.”

“Åāýéshah, I especially instructed you never to believe any person. Anyone can cheat. Anyone can deceive you even when you need his/her support very much. We all are human beings and instead of how excellently we are trained in divinities, we are basically animals when born.”

“Yes, you always instruct me to rely on documentary proof admissible in a competent court.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled wearily.

“And yet you—”

“I never realized its gravity and importance to the extent you wanted to convey to me. Sorry.”

“What sorry? Instead of my repeated instructions, you do the same mistakes anyway. And now you are facing a murder charge.”

Durgesh, I’m not as scrupulous as you are. I agree.”

“It’s needed to be scrupulous to survive in this world, full of beasts called human beings.”

“Sorry.”

“Sālī! Says ‘sorry’.”

“Oh, come on Durgesh, you can’t make all of us your Musalmān Beauties lady Durgeshes.”

“And why can’t I?”

“A woman loves to depend on her man.”

“Nonsense! Everyone must be as much independent as one can.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr only smiled.

She said nothing in response.

“You can’t afford to tell your story to the jury, Åāýéshah. It’ll crucify you.” I said ultimately.

“I did what I thought best.”

“Best for whom?”

“Fātimah Rasūlullāh, of course.”

“A jury would not agree with you.”

“I can’t help it.”

“You have to. You can’t neglect what a jury thinks. They are there to decide whether you have murdered Åbdul Raħmān or not.”

“I haven’t.”

“The police don’t believe it. The district attorney does not believe it.”

“Because they are heavily bribed by Ålī and his Ammījān, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib.”

“Maybe, yet even if it’s true we can’t prove it in the court.” I said, “Yet, we have to prove you are not guilty.”

“You are expert in doing it. They all say.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled.

“You are not taking it seriously still now. In court, it’s not important what the defendant and the defense council thinks right. The important thing is what the jury and the judge thinks. We have to make them to see our point.”

“You are expert in doing it. They all say.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled again, “I said it already.”

“Let me tell you what a jury will think. A jury will think you sold out the Rājsthān Oil stock from the trust fund. A jury will think that you had a tip the new wells were in oil sand. You acted on that tip to feather your own financial nest.”

“But in that case I would have purchased the shares in my name, not in your joint name with Fātimah Rasūlullāh.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr argued.

“Now you can see why I stopped you from purchasing the shares in your own name?”

“Sorry, I can see it now.”

“Åāýéshah, you are still not telling me the truth.”

“You are wrong, Durgesh.”

“You are foolishly shielding someone.”

“You are under wrong impression.”

“I can’t fight for you effectively if I don’t know the truth.”

“I know that.”

“You are an idiot who thinks I am a magician that can protect you even when you wouldn’t tell me the truth. You are overconfident of me. And it can turn to be suicidal.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled.

Durgesh, how many Musalmān Beauties have you represented in court till now?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“As many as thousands?”

“Maybe. I’m not getting your point yet.”

“How many of them lied to you?”

“Oh!”

“Isn’t it a fact that most of them lied to you under this or that pretext?”

“What do you want to say?”

“How many of them got prosecuted to get punished?”

“Åāýéshah!”

“None of them. Not even a single one.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled, “You always manage to prove them not guilty, and get them released either this way or that. You are a legal wizard, Durgesh, a master cross examiner.”

“Even I can fail someday.”

“You are getting more and more experienced day by day, making your so called failure more and more impossible.”

It was useless to argue with Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.

She had more confidence in me than even I did.***

Fātimah Rasūlullāh greeted me warmly,

“Oh, I’m so glad to see you, Mr. Durgesh! I never thought I could meet the great Durgesh in person someday.”

“I’m honored. Thank you very much. I represent your trustee, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr charged with the murder of Åbdul Raħmān.”

“I know. Isn’t it too terrible for Åāýéshah?”

“These things almost always look blacker at the start. The police, and the persons who frame the innocents, always have succeeded at the beginning. Their erroneous version is believed to be true.”

“Yes, I can see your point.”

“I advised you to call your attorney.”

“Well, thank you.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled, “I don’t think you’d protect a Musalmān Beauty on the cost of the other.”

“Thanks for your confidence in me. Even then—”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh interrupted me,

“It’s all right. Throw me to the wolves to protect your client. I doubt you are capable.”

“Thanks. Åāýéshah is your trustee. She maybe representing you, in a way. Yet, it doesn’t mean that I represent you too.”

“I understand. Please be seated.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh indicated a comfortable chair.

I thanked her and dropped into the chair.

“May I get you a drink?”

“Thanks, but I don’t take wine.”

“Some juice?”

“Let’s skip the formalities. Let’s think you offered me the juice and I’ve taken it. Tell me about the gun.”

“Gun?”

“That’s what I said.”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was all-alert now.

“What do you want to know about the gun?”

“Did Åāýéshah loan it to you?”

“Of course, she loaned me a gun.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled charmingly.

“Where is it?”

“In the drawer, in my bedroom.”

“Let’s go get it.”

“All right. I’ll bring it to you.”

“That’s why I wanted your attorney to be present here.”

“What?”

“It’s a murder case. You need a witness to be with you whenever you deal with such weapons that maybe involved in the murder case.”

“I see.”

“Call your attorney now.”

“Can’t you yourself be a witness for the time being?”

“In that case, I’ve to accompany you into your bedroom.” I smiled, “Better call your own attorney.”

“I’d be jealous of her if she disturbs our privacy.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled suggestively, “A woman never wants her rival in her bedroom.”

“Well, well, I didn’t know your attorney was a lady.”

“A brilliant young Musalmān Beauty she is too.”

“Oh, oh!”

“So, you can see now why I didn’t call her despite your advice to the effect.”

I laughed,

“I’m flattered.”

“I think you want to watch my expressions while I handle that gun under the pretext that I need a witness.”

“Nonsense! Then I haven’t suggested you ever to call your attorney.”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh watched me cunningly.

“You are shrewd enough to know a Musalmān Beauty won’t allow another Musalmān Beauty ever, to disturb her privacy with you, when you visit her first in her lifetime.”

“Okay, bring the gun yourself.”

“Not now. Come into my bedroom.”

“Fātimah Rasūlullāh, isn’t your bedroom a dangerous place if we both are there together?”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled challengingly.

“Let’s see how dangerous a place my bedroom is, if we both are there together.”

“Do you really mean it?”

“I’ve nothing to hide.”

“I thought every woman has so many things to hide from a man that—”

“I didn’t mean that.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh interrupted me.

I smiled.

“I mean I haven’t to hide my expressions you are after to watch. Come on.”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh led the way down a passageway.

She opened the door of a classically ultramodern feminine room, walked over to a dresser by the bed, triumphantly opened the drawer and then with her hand suddenly on her breast, she recoiled.

“The…the gun isn’t there.”

I smiled.

“I never thought it was there.”

“What do you mean?” Fātimah Rasūlullāh whirled at me.

“I think the gun is used in killing Åbdul Raħmān.”

“Nonsense!”

“Tell the police that what they think is nonsense.”

“But… but how could it happen?”

“It’s the one thing the police would be interested to ask you.”

“Ask me?”

“Why not? It was a gun in your possession. You have to account for how it was used in killing Åbdul Raħmān.”

“How can I do it? I left it there. And I thought it was still there.”

I didn’t tell her that I’d come there already prepared for it.

I had an ultramodern video camera in the form of a button of my shirt.

It was recording everything she was doing and telling me with each her minutest expression.

She couldn’t change her testimony afterward even if she wanted to.

I always used this equipment whenever I met some witness in a case I was fighting.

I believed in mechanical and documentary proof more than on ever-changing individuals, for their own vested interests.

“Someone took it.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh said at length.

“Of course! That’s the only logical conclusion if the gun was really there.”

“I swear the gun was there.”

“Would you be honest enough to swear so in the court too?”

“Why not? Mr. Durgesh, I never tell a lie.”

“That’s nice. Do you know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club?”

“Yes. I’m a member of the club. Why did you ask?”

“It’s a women’s club?”

“Yes. But we can take our male friends there too as our guests.”

“I see. Did you, by any chance, go out Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club the night of the murder?”

“No, why?”

“You are a member of the Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club?”

“Of course! I’ve already told you that.”

“As a member you have a key?”

“Yes. Of course! Here it is. I had it in the drawer with the gun.”

“Had?”

“Oh, don’t be silly. I mean I have it.”

“Let’s take a look.”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh rummaged through the back of the drawer and produced a key ironically to me.

“Thank you.” I didn’t take the key from her hand, only watched it, “Now then, can you assure me that you didn’t take that key last night, and the gun, went out to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club, met Åbdul Raħmān on the seventh tee, had an argument with him over blackmail and shot him?”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled.

“Of course I assure you that. I never murder anyone. I know better ways to deal with any bloody blackmailer.”

“What are the better ways?”

“Tut tut, Durgesh darling, a woman must be allowed to keep her secrets to herself.”

I smiled.

“There’s a pretty good chance that the Åbdul Raħmān murder was committed with Åāýéshah Abu Bakr’s gun. Now then, as far as you know, the gun was here, in this drawer, until the day of the murder?”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh watched me smiling,

“What’s you are after, Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt?”

Her smile was impish.

“Sālī,” I smiled, “we are in your bedroom. None else is here. You are an extra ordinary Musalmān Beauty. And you are calling me ‘Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt’ impishly?”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed and grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis.

It stood up immediately.

“Thank you.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh winked at me, “It is ready for me.”

I hugged Fātimah Rasūlullāh immediately.

Her arms went around my neck.

She kissed me passionately.

My palms cupped her heavy buttocks.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh looked into my eyes.

“I’m still virgin. I’m a one-man woman. Once you have me, you can’t get rid of me ever.”

“Sālī,” I too winked at her, “who the hell wants to get rid of you ever? Don’t you watch your extra ordinary Sunni Musalmān Beauty in a mirror?”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed.

“Then what the hell I’m waiting for?”

“Ask yourself.”

She undressed me herself as quickly as it was possible for her.

I undressed Fātimah Rasūlullāh too in the meantime.

Her greedy eyes on my Uncut Hindu Cock exposed her ravenous thirst for me.

It was written in her very eyes that she loved my Uncut Hindu Cock very much.

It was a miracle that Fātimah Rasūlullāh hadn’t approached me herself till now.

I told her so.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed.

“I was not sure my move would have been appreciated. I was waiting for the right opportunity.”

“And it paid?”

“And it paid.”

What made me special was my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was huge.

It was massive.

Almost ten inches long and as “thick as a brick”, as she would describe it, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was intimidated and awed by it the first time she saw it.

She had to have it and she had in time ultimately.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was standing upright.

Her eyes locked onto my Uncut Hindu Cock for a moment before looking up at me.

I walked over and, placing my hands on her shoulders, guided her up to stand in front of me.

We embraced in nude, my hardening Uncut Hindu Cock oozing pre-cum.

I kissed Fātimah Rasūlullāh once more on the mouth. After a few seconds, she pulled back.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh began stroking my thick Uncut Hindu Cock in her beautiful Sunni Musalmān hand.

Her Sunni Musalmān lust and hunger got the better of her and Fātimah Rasūlullāh started to kiss the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Licking my shaft, she looked up at me.

Our eyes locked.

She could see in my face, the determination and control, knowing that Fātimah Rasūlullāh was going to suck me off in her own house.

Her eyes also showed control, and hunger.

She knew who was in charge.

On her knees or sitting down, with my Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was.

Her left hand cupped my balls while her right hand gently stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She couldn’t get her hand around it so she used her saliva and my pre-cum to lubricate the shaft while she pushed gently on the sensitive front of my Uncut Hindu Cock with her thumb.

Knowing what could happen and thinking about our court appearance later, she stopped, wiped her hands.

Looking at me one more time, she dove down on my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, losing herself to the Hindu member in her hand and mouth.

Expertly, Fātimah Rasūlullāh worked the head, shaft and balls with her hands and her mouth.

There was nothing else in the world right now but her and that Uncut Hindu Cock.

That attractive, massive Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Only one thing left now, to make me explode.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh picked up the tempo, increasing the pressure on my shaft and shortening the strokes.

My hands, pressing down on her shoulders and occasionally her head, now cupped her ears.

I was thrusting quickly in and out of her mouth.

My Uncut Hindu Cock began twitching and my ass tightened.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh could feel my Hindu cum rising out of my balls and into my shaft.

“Soon” she thought.

In a flash, I erupted, my Hindu cum pumping into her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth.

With little time to savor it, Fātimah Rasūlullāh began swallowing my Hindu juice, with some running down her hands and shaft or over her face.

I moaned and shouted with pleasure.

When my Uncut Hindu Cock stopped throbbing, Fātimah Rasūlullāh licked me clean and excused herself to wash up and reapply her makeup.

I dropped down onto the sofa, exhausted for the moment.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh returned from bathroom clean and fresh.

“Fuck me verbally, Durgesh. I’ve waited too long for you. Didn’t I?” she was abundantly blunt now.

“Yes, darling.” I agreed with her, “I want you to feel warm. I need you to feel wanted. You desire my intimacy just as much as I desire yours. Simply looking at you is enough of a treat. I notice the little things. The tiny smile playing about your lips betraying in part your nervousness as well as your fully understandable Sunni Musalmān pride in your birthright. It promotes also just a hint of flirtatious tease. I know it, you know it! The small lock of hair you keep unconsciously flicking away from your forehead, as if it matters! Your pretty feet, one shuffling atop the other now that you have felt sufficiently relaxed to give those shoes a miss. This is tonight.”

With me, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was breathless, incontrovertibly pure virgin she always was and in my experience always will be.

Her pupils dilated slightly as I knelt in front of Fātimah Rasūlullāh and took her hands in my own.

There were so many things I could say, but words are superfluous.

“You know how I feel; Fātimah, you can see that in my own pupils.”

“Yes,” Fātimah Rasūlullāh whispered, “Yes, Durgesh, I can.”

My eyes caressed Fātimah Rasūlullāh – from the curve of her Sunni Musalmān breasts, a hint of which she quite deliberately permitted by her choice of top, to the flair of her hips and the hidden recesses between her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān thighs.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was not offended by my gaze as there was nothing to be offended by.

Never were my glance lustfully motivated, simply steeped in appreciation and wonderment of so perfect a Sunni Musalmān creation.

Some of what I feel, Fātimah Rasūlullāh sensed and instinctively her hand rose to her own breasts before she realized what she was doing.

Swiftly Fātimah Rasūlullāh dropped her hand back in her lap.

Even as the blush rose in her cheeks, I gently took a hold of her hand.

And raising it with fixed deliberation, replaced it beneath her right breast.

I encouraged her once again to cup herself and in fact cover her hand with my own.

Together we began to caress the softness that Allah has given to Fātimah Rasūlullāh.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh let slip the slightest gasp.

Watching as Fātimah Rasūlullāh rubbed herself softly at the behest of my own hand I was totally aroused myself.

More than anything, I wanted now to kiss Fātimah Rasūlullāh and to pinch her nipples between my own tips of finger and thumb.

How easy it would be.

And how well timed.

Edging closer, I lay Fātimah Rasūlullāh gently back in the chair and very gently took a hold of both her legs some six inches or so below the knee.

I felt, rather than heard the sharp intake of breath and the momentary expression of concern that fluttered across her pretty face.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh either made no move to sit-up or stop me however and I was happy for the trust I know Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt.

Inclining my head, I kissed her knees and was aware immediately of her pleasured wriggling.

Making deliberate eye contact, I pulled apart her knees but the slightest angle.

Sitting there, Fātimah Rasūlullāh could hardly believe the moisture that was gathering in the main assembly area.

Her Sunni Musalmān Cunt,  Fātimah Rasūlullāh knew, was now quite wet and Fātimah Rasūlullāh was embarrassed perhaps that I may soon make that very same discovery.

Casting a momentary glance down her breasts Fātimah Rasūlullāh was stunned additionally by the quite visible effect the escalating arousal factor was having on her nipples.

This of course was an opportune moment to take a gentle hold of them herself now and to further stimulate them.

Parting her legs ever wider, I could see now the silky-smooth skin of both Sunni Musalmān thighs and the event horizon at which they disappeared beneath the rather tasteful little pair of knickers curving down with such promise in my direct line of vision.

I kissed the inside of her thigh as her increasing angle of incidence caused the hemline to ride ever higher.

One could readily forget the square on the hypotenuse.

It was the sum of the angles on the other two sides that interested me.

I slipped one hand up to the limit of my vision.

So inherently sexy is the feel of a Sunni Musalmān girl’s cunt, knowing the prize it contained, that for a moment I was lost in my own little world although I do not fail to hear that delightful little gasp as Fātimah Rasūlullāh shuffled in the chair, instinctively wanting to push down between her legs herself.

I began to set up an intense vertical manipulation, forcing the soft and quite obviously damp material well between the folds of those protective Sunni Musalmān labial lips.

Visually, this action was as stimulating as it must be welcomingly tactile from her viewpoint.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was quite unable to prevent the embryonic moan that now found its way to the surface.

It was the right moment to tell Fātimah Rasūlullāh how much I love being with her and despite my seemingly non-interested actions, I held Fātimah Rasūlullāh in incorruptible respect.

I knew Fātimah Rasūlullāh believed me.

It differed of course from occasion to occasion but there came an instant during any sort of foreplay that signified the point of no return has been reached.

It may be the very first kiss, the first fumble in the back of a car – something as innocuous as being kissed tenderly on the neck just below the hairline.

In our case, it was simply meeting.

No way back from that eventuality.

The chair had seen-out its usefulness.

I stood and offering my hand, took hers gently.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh knew where I must lead her.

Inviting Fātimah Rasūlullāh to lay down on the bed with me, I directed Fātimah Rasūlullāh to lie on her tummy.

Typically, Sunni Musalmān female, Fātimah Rasūlullāh secretly enjoyed my emotionally controlling aspect here.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh knew exactly how vulnerable she now appeared in that position and it excited Fātimah Rasūlullāh.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh wriggled slightly – nature at play – merely ensuring a continued biological interest.

Patting her bottom merely kick-starts the hormonal flow – for both of us! Before Fātimah Rasūlullāh could even think “I wish he’d stop being so damn genteel about this,” I began to kiss that inviting little body once more.

So hot did Fātimah Rasūlullāh look.

So hot did Fātimah Rasūlullāh feel!

Playfully, I sat astride Fātimah Rasūlullāh near the base of her spine and then slipped my hands beneath her shoulders until I was able to cup both her breasts.

No physiotherapy ever devised was ever thus so jointly therapeutic.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh murmured as she held her arms outstretched.

“Ohhh that is so nice Durgesh!”

Considering this possibly one of the greatest understatements of modern times, I nuzzled her lovely neck.

And just whispered how much I had always wanted Fātimah Rasūlullāh.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh turned her head slightly – enough for me to be able to lean across and kiss Fātimah Rasūlullāh soundly on her lips.

I hugged Fātimah Rasūlullāh and kissed her as she needed.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh turned over and cradled me suddenly.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh asked me if everything was all right.

I assured Fātimah Rasūlullāh I have never felt happier.

It was the truth.

I had a pressing need to fuck her and for some reason Fātimah Rasūlullāh sensed my urgency.

The sheer beauty of her breasts stunned me.

I was now the master of her sexual destiny, not rather a student lover in awe of his beautiful teacher.

As my lips latched upon her nipple, Fātimah Rasūlullāh sighed and lay back.

I kissed deeper and felt Fātimah Rasūlullāh pulling me to her.

Kissing Fātimah Rasūlullāh became a desperate need and I whispered words that no literate scriptwriter would ever be likely to had penned.

One hand followed the southern freeway, past her belly button, across the flatlands and clear beneath the elastic border.

There was no toll to pay.

The odd gorse bush was no deterrent and my fingers reach the fringes of Masjid-e-ħarām.

I sensed I was a welcome visitor and not waiting for an announcement, slipped inside where it was so warm and accommodating.

Beneath me, her hips thrust noticeably upwards, meeting my own downward and gently invasive penetrations.

I needed to see that which I could feel.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh needed to show that which no longer demanded to be hidden.

I was presented with that supreme architectural accomplishment that I had seen and thrilled-to so many times before.

Yet it was uniquely different – it was Fātimah Rasūlullāh.

Her emotions peeled back upon themselves and as Fātimah Rasūlullāh lay there now, a vulnerable and dependent little Sunni Musalmān girl once again, I was Columbus, Lord Kr’shñ, Thomas Edison, Euclid – on the verge of a new discovery.

It was simply the unfamiliarity not embarrassment that impeded my actions.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was equally naked.

And we both were physically and mentally prepared for what was to follow.

I was still kneeling there between her legs when I realized Fātimah Rasūlullāh had gently taken a hold of my Hindu erection.

And even now, she was lovingly caressing it along its length.

Distracted to the point of feverish need, I managed to stave off my blindly motivated procreational urges, preferring instead to let Fātimah Rasūlullāh suffer the indignity of having to make the first move.

As if sensing the impasse, we lay now facing each other side by side – neither with any sexual advantage.

From this fully neutral viewpoint it took but the simplest of shared impulses to set in motion all that we both wanted.

All that we ever wanted.

We kissed once more.

Those millions of nerve endings suddenly hot-wired and sending frantic messages to all points of the compass were but one aspect of kissing.

The instantly opened-up two way passage of emotional feedback, the taste of desire, the starter’s pistol – all this and so much more.

Did I place my erection at those beautiful lower lips?

Did Fātimah Rasūlullāh?

Does it matter?

Yes!

Fātimah Rasūlullāh did it.

I was honored once more.

As I pushed gently up inside Fātimah Rasūlullāh…..nothing mattered, simply being there!

I studied her lovely expression as Fātimah Rasūlullāh opened her mouth in silent ecstasy – feeling everything I was doing to her.

I took a hold of her hips and thrust up..harder now.

Her eyes began to cloud over and the moans gained volume.

I kissed her breasts as Fātimah Rasūlullāh now arched backwards providing me with complete access to her wholly erect nipples.

It was like making love to a furnace.

I was in control as I must be and between the kisses Fātimah Rasūlullāh so desperately sought I whispered words of a language that offered no grammatical perfection, no right or incorrect phraseography, simply an open-ended dialog of impassioned communicative Ashvinātam bliss.

With her knees as wide as Fātimah Rasūlullāh could comfortably spread them, I was afforded such penetrable latitude that already I felt the onset of rampant seminal marshalling deep down between my own legs.

Her condition had deteriorated.

If this continued Fātimah Rasūlullāh may well be on life support pre-orgasm!

I was taking Fātimah Rasūlullāh now so deep and with such relish, that Fātimah Rasūlullāh had almost passed-out.

Only the wonderful smile on her face betrayed that Fātimah Rasūlullāh was still aware of her surroundings.

Even as I inclined my head and once again kissed those ultimately desirable lips, I cum inside Fātimah Rasūlullāh with the force of water cannon.

I did not withdraw.

Rather, I remained inside Fātimah Rasūlullāh, feeling my discharge combining with her own orgasmic Sunni Musalmān fluids.

What was perhaps the closest and most binding of emotions, right now, was the realization that I loved Fātimah Rasūlullāh too very much.

We fucked and fucked and fucked.

Sālā Ålī was nowhere there now.

I could not even believe that Fātimah Rasūlullāh really loved Ålī as Åāýéshah Abu Bakr had told me.

Chapter 2

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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. 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. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

88.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

90. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

93.. The everincreasing infinite lust

94. The women in my life

95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

96.  A Deep Conflict-1

97. I’m never ashamed of it

98. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

99. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

100. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

101. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

102.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

103. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

108.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

109. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

110. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

111. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

112. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

113. HVS law internationals : 1

114. HVS law internationals : 2

115. HVS law internationals : 3

116. HVS law internationals : 4

117. HVS law internationals : 5

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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

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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. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

40.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

41. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

42. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

46. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

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

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