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Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not believe her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, had conspired with Durgesh, against her.
She still couldn’t believe it.
Was Utopian Idealism itself too too powerful that it can turn her own real Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, against her?
She couldn’t believe it.
How the hell can both Durgesh and her Abbū, two utmost brilliant persons she had known ever, can be obsessed to their ever Utopian Idealism to even this extent?
Why are both of them too adamant to understand that Pseudo Musalmīn are not evolved to intrinsic humanity even?
It’s not against humanity to humiliate and cuckold them openly.
‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt.”
‘Bear this woman to a man that does good deeds.’
‘Good women for good men, bad women for bad men.’
Is a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman bad?
If not, and certainly not, how a true Musalmān can bear that she would be married to a Pseudo Musalmān, a munāfiq?
Isn’t it a ridicule, a mockery of her Īmān that she would be married to a munāfiq, instead of a man that’s not a polytheist, al mushrik?
‘Wa lā tunkiħū al mushrikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And do not marry polytheist men, until they bring Īmān.’
̶ Al Qur’an Al Karīm: 2|221*
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab walked past an extremely beautiful girl that wore Arabian dress.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was controlling herself yet her eyes showed just a trace of panic.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab admonished herself.
Durgesh was more intelligent than her Aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was.
Why worry then?
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā could not go beyond Durgesh.
After her husband, Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, charged her that Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā was having an affair with Durgesh, he almost separated himself from her.
The girl in Arabian dress closed the door.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab selected the ultramodern, high backed, black leather chair.
She sat down on it, crossed her legs, pulled her skirt down over her knees, and sat facing the door.
Durgesh hasn’t come yet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said Durgesh was fucking her Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab had seven real sisters of her father.
Being all of too beautiful to ignore, it wasn’t any surprise to Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, that Durgesh fucked all of her seven extremely beautiful Buās.
Every one of her seven Buās, had her own separate business.
Most of Musalmān Beauties that were Durgesh’s Live in relationship partners had their own separate business.
There wasn’t anything new.
Even then her youngest Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, was the most successful of them.
The only trouble was, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, didn’t like Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s ever irresponsible lifestyle.
Yes, her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was a multimillionaire.
But her Buās were billionaires already.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s Kħālās were even more beautiful than her Buās.
But they were not as smart as her Buās were.
They didn’t actually hate Durgesh, but they never approved of Durgesh’s Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire even.
“Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah is the natural step for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to be taken.” Her youngest Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, had commented, “I can’t believe Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not anticipate it.”
The door opened and I entered there.
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā can satisfy you more than even I can. Isn’t it?” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab cooed.
“Sorry, I kept you waiting. But why couldn’t you meet me there? Al Jalāl Al Tayyab knows of our mutual relationship. She never objected.”
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā has other things in me to object.”
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab loves you, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.”
“Start fucking me, and keep it on until we stop discussing what I have to discuss with you of my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. You have come here after fucking her. You can’t forget favoring her until you don’t feel your Uncut Hindu Lund deepest into some other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab undressed herself.
When she noticed that I wasn’t undressing myself even then, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab undressed me too despite my more than obvious disinclination.
She smiled when she observed my immense erection despite my deliberate noncooperation.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab went on her knees, pulled me behind her, positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and pushed her immensely gorgeous and glamorous twenty eight years old, young Musalmān bottom on my Uncut Hindu Prick.
My sixty four years old, immensely experienced Uncut Hindu Prick entered her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Musalmān Cunt.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled.
“Why didn’t you meet me there in your own mansion?” I asked her, fucking Al Hilāl Al Tayyab vehemently, picking the momentum gradually.
“That’s not my mansion, you know.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said gravely, “I only live with my youngest, yet shrewdest Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. It’s her mansion, not mine.”
I didn’t argue with Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
It was useless.
Even at her twenty eight, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, was a rotten young woman.
I knew her now for ten long years.
I was fifty four when she raped me on her eighteenth birthday.
Her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was alive then.
He was dumbfounded when he himself saw his Just Eighteen Just Adult immeasurably irresponsible daughter, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, raping me.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was shameful somewhat.
“I never knew, Bhāījān, that she always watched us when Durgesh and I made love to each other.”
Al Tayyab Al Muħammad was immensely grave.
“It’s alright, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is not a normal girl. She caught even her Ammī, your Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh.”
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was startled.
“Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh?”
“Yes,” Al Tayyab Al Muħammad said, “Your Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, had also seen you when Durgesh was making love to you. She was obsessed with that. You were crazy when Durgesh was making love to you, asking Durgesh to give it to you more and more wildly. You should be more careful when you make love with Durgesh.”
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab smiled cunningly.
She never told her Bhāījān, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, that she deliberately did it when her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, watched us.
Her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, had ridiculed Al Jalāl Al Tayyab that she has sex with a Hindu.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab wanted her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh, so that she could ridicule her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, too.*
Despite having me inside her since ten years, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was still not habitual of my Uncut Hindu Cock perfectly.
It grew into her Musalmān Cunt with its every penetration more and more longer, more and more thicker, more and more stronger and more and more powerful.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab always felt something new in its penetrations.
She was not even habitual of my bigness.
It was not actually the bigness of my age or fat.
It was the bigness of my immense power and strength.
My eyes were steady and patient, turned naughty and impish frequently when I fucked her, her Buās and even her Ammī, Al Quddūs Al Nisār.
I was grave only when dealing with the males.
In the presence of fair sex, I was always naughty, impish and dominant ever.
That was why I always attracted female attention to the extent that the females fell for me usually, invariably dreaming of me as their own intimate well-wisher.
Despite I was fucking her now, her dark eyes remained fastened on my ever young ever handsome ever masculine face.
“I need your services as my attorney.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “I want to find out about a will.”
“Yes.” I smiled at her penetrating her more vigorously.
“I want to know about a trust provision actually.”
“In this yacht?”
“What’s wrong if we are in a yacht now?”
“Well, nothing if you can’t wait.”
“I can’t wait.”
“It’s my father’s will. You know I’m his only daughter he remembered in his will. His other daughters were already married and given their share in his property.”
“There’s a lot of money coming to me under that will, something over a hundred million dollars.”
“I need your support,”
“Abbū didn’t leave the money to me outright,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “He left it in a trust.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab looked at me scrutinizing me.
“My youngest aunt, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, is the trustee.”
“Oh, I didn’t know it. She never told me, neither you yourself did it ever before.”
“I never thought it necessary before. There’s a provision in the will that if I marry ever anyone except you, feeling my Live in relationship with you is not enough for me anymore, my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, has the right, at her option, to give me ten thousand dollars from the trust fund, and to turn the balance, around ninety thousand dollars to Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?” I smiled ironically, “She managed it with numerous Musalmān multimillionaires, surprisingly successfully. I didn’t know she managed it with your Abbū too.”
“My Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, advised me to talk with you. You hate to cuckold anyone.”
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her Musalmān Cunt until only its head was inside her.
“Your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, yeah?”
“I know. My Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, has always criticized you. But she loves me immensely. She praised you, however in this matter. You are not against Musalmīn as your Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, is.”
“Thank Your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, for at least acknowledging one of my attributes. Your other Kħālās never did even that.”
“I am sorry. They are heavily prejudiced against you.”
“It’s alright,” I said pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her Musalmān Cunt deepest, “I think your Abbū expired somewhat two years ago, didn’t he?”
“That’s right. My Ammī, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, started living in relationship with you since,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab winked at me, “how the hell can you forget?”
I laughed fucking Al Hilāl Al Tayyab more vigorously.
“Under the will,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, controls the trust moneys. She can invest them any way she wants, and she can give me whatever money she thinks I should have. When I am thirty and still Live in relationship with you, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, has to give me the principal if she thinks that the possession of such a large sum of money won’t spoil my life. Otherwise, she’s to buy me an annuity of ten thousand dollars a month for life, and give the balance to Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”*
I looked at Al Hilāl Al Tayyab gravely.
“Rather an unusual trust provision,” I said, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really does miracles when she wants,”
“You knew my Abbū. He himself was rather an unusual man, and was just a little bit wild.”
“All right. What’s the trouble?”
I never said her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was a practical man.
He understood his youngest daughter, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, perfectly.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab shared his understanding, even more than his wife, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, did.
“My cousin, Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is facing a peculiar charge.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said.
“His wife, Al Navīdah Al Ghaus, has separated from him charging him that he can’t father a child. Al Navīdah Al Ghaus wants children. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb requested me to marry him and let our son bear his name.”
I smiled ironically.
“So that he can prove Al Navīdah Al Ghaus wrong?”
“Sure, why not?”
“You want to marry Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, even after your ten long years of ever happy Live in relationship with me?”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled.
“Well, it’s not exactly a Live in relationship with you. I never lived with you. You never lived with me. I always lived with my Abbū, instead. Moreover, even after my Abbū’s death, I am living with my youngest paternal aunt, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. Isn’t it?”
“Sure, yet your youngest paternal aunt, your Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, is herself my Live in relationship partner now openly. Isn’t she?” I smiled myself too, patiently.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab increased the pace of her back and forth motions of her glorious nude pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young bottom.
I myself wanted to fuck her now more wildly.
Yet, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab never had any patience whatsoever.
She always surrendered to her almost every desire whatsoever.
It was a miracle she was a PhD.*
Al Kħadījah Al Aslam looked at me gravely.
“I haven’t another option, Durgesh.”
I looked at Muħammad, Al Kħadījah Al Aslam’s husband.
“You could never make love to your wife?”
“Never.” Muħammad said gravely, “I think basically I am a woman in an ostensibly male body.”
Al Kħadījah Al Aslam looked at Muħammad disapprovingly.
“That’s the problem with Muħammad. He never grew a moustache, he never grew a beard. His body is even an almost feminine body.”
“What do you mean?”
“He has female breasts.”
“That’s right. Yet, he has a cut Musalmān nūnī.”
“The entire medical specialists say Muħammad, my husband, can never make love to a woman.”
“But I noticed his cut Musalmān nūnī stirred always whenever I told him about our premarital sex.”*
Muħammad could not forget.
He should not have surrendered to his Ammī’s wishes ever.
“Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had thirteen wives simultaneously, Muħammad.” His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah had said.
Muħammad smiled painfully.
“Only because you named me after the ever great name of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, you think I can do everything that Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam could? Ammī, you are an utmost successful psychiatrist yourself, yet…”
“I am an utmost successful psychiatrist myself, that’s why I am telling you, you are curable, my son.” His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah had said patiently.
“Isn’t it a fact, Ammī, that you were adamant to make me a qualified doctor so that I can understand my physical problem?”
“You are correct.”
“I am a qualified doctor now, Ammī. Yet, I don’t agree with you. I am basically a female in a masculine body, that’s not actually masculine even fully.”
His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, controlled herself.
She could not understand how she could explain to him that until and unless he doesn’t stop believing that he is basically a female in a masculine body, he can’t become a male entirely.
Muħammad was her only son.
Despite her constant care to dress him and behave carefully with him as if he was entirely a man with no femininity at all in him, his Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, could not stop him from wearing female dresses when she wasn’t with him.
She could not stop Muħammad, her only son, from deliberately developing a female psychology and a female psychosis consequently.
It helped Muħammad in developing his female breasts.
Despite her constant operations the female breasts, Muħammad had, kept developing every time.
The surgeons had ultimately told her Muħammad himself wanted female breasts, female buttocks and even female genital organ.
It was a miracle for the surgeons Muħammad developed a nūnī despite their entire adverse suspicions.
His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, never knew, Muħammad asked in his duåās, his religious prayers, female genital organ, instead of the ever worthless cut Musalmān nūnī he had.
He wanted an operation to have it.
But no surgeon wanted to antagonize Muħammad’s Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah.
She was utmost resourceful and utmost powerful therefore.
She could destroy the surgeons forever if they operated on Muħammad to the effect.*
I looked at Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
“If you really want to oblige your cousin, Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, I’d never stop you, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.”
Her face lit up.
She kissed me immense delightedly.
“That’s why we ultramodern Musalmān Beauties love you so much. You are never as possessive as the Musalmīn and even the other Hindus etcetera are.”
“I believe in personal freedom and Democracy. I believe if you don’t want to live with me anymore, you have perfect and absolute right to do so.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab kissed me again, now gratefully.
“I know, Durgesh darling. That’s why we ultramodern Musalmān Beauties love you more than anyone else. You are extraordinary lenient with your women.”
“The problem is Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā isn’t as lenient as you are.”
“I know. But she is bound to do what her brother, your Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, wanted from her to do as a trustee.”
“I understand that conditions in a will that prevent a person from marrying can be set aside.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab pushed her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bottom once more back, swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Penis into her ever bright ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, and squeezed it more contracting her vaginal muscles.
I knew she actually bribed me giving this particular pleasure.
Yet, it wasn’t worthwhile to argue with her.
There are some persons who never understand.
Most of them not even try to.
They are always adamant to let the chips fall on their own insistent manner.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was too one of them.
Why otherwise her Abbū needed to create a trust, instead of making her beneficiary directly?
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The darkness, I opened my eyes to, was thick.
Nothing could be seen through it.
My mind was muddled, and my muscles were weak.
I tried to focus, to remember, but all there was, did nothing to help me.
I remembered the Juice.
Certainly, something sinister was administered to me, in the Juice, taking utmost care, not to come into my knowledge.
Everyone was having a great time in the pub, a regular Saturday, you might say.
Then, it was nothing.
I tried to focus on myself, closing my eyes, for there was nothing to see in the blackness around me.
I was in a chair.
It was an armchair.
My hands and feet were tied to it, with what felt like zip ties, clearly not rope.
I focused on my body, what I could feel, and determined I was unharmed, except for my fuzzy head.
I tried each of my extremities against its bond, but I was held firmly in place.
My feet were tied to the chair in a way where they could not touch the ground, so I could not try to push myself around with my toes, but if I could tip myself over, maybe.
I shifted my shoulders from one side to another, back and forth, at first not feeling any changes in the chair.
It was holding firm to the ground, then I could feel it begin to tip, oh so slightly, and I continued.
I was almost at the point of falling over when light exploded into my eyes, and I stopped, my heart jumping up to an even faster pace as I began to feel thinking and sick somewhat to my stomach.
Due to juice?
I didn’t know.
I didn’t know what was happening, but being tied to a chair could not be a good thing.
The light was blinding, and for a while, I could see nothing but red stars in my eyes.
Just as I was adjusting to the light, out it went, and the black came rushing back.
My eyes once again disoriented.
“Do we have a deal?”
The voice came from right behind me and I controlled myself with all the efforts I could muster, not to jump at the sound.
My heart trying to find its way out my throat, but I steeled myself to calm down.
It was a female voice, and for some reason it sounded familiar.
“What?” my voice croaked, I hadn’t realized how dry my mouth was until I tried to speak, “What deal?”
“Do we have a deal?” the voice again.
Very soft, almost fragile, not the sort of voice one thinks of when they’re tied to a chair, and being questioned.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said.
My throat was scratchy, close to raw.
It hurt to talk.
“Water?” I asked, not thinking I would get some.
The blackness was still thick, so I could see nothing.
I never even heard footsteps, but then a straw poked me in the lips.
I jerked my head in surprise, but then realized what it was, and I pressed my lips around the straw to drink.
For one moment, I thought about poison, that this was how they’d kill me, but the taste of the water blasted away my worries at the present.
I took four quick swallows, and the straw was pulled away.
I pushed my head forward asking for more, and it came more.
I drank slower this time, and once the straw left I sat back against the chair,
I still could hear no footsteps, but the voice came from behind me once again,
“Do we have a deal?”
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you if we have a deal.” I said.
My confidence was coming back.
There was a sigh, and then I felt her move closer to me, her head coming down near my ear.
“Don’t make me ask again. I can corrupt your soul if I have to.” She stood back up, and I sat there uncertain.
“I will not make a deal unless I know what it is I’m dealing. Or who with for that matter.” I decided to play bold, holding fast to my beliefs.
Praying them would be enough.
“Fine. Have it your way.” she replied.
I heard something, but I couldn’t quite place what it was, a rustling, as if something was brushing against something else.
Almost at the same time, I became aware of something else.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was growing quite hard under my pants.
Exquisitely hard, as stone and it grew until it was quite painful the way it was positioned.
But its hardness remained constant.
I was in shock at this,
Of all the times to become aroused, I could not understand why it was erect now.
Then a light was turned on behind me, probably a lamp because it didn’t cast much light in the room, but enough that I could make out my surroundings.
There was nothing in the room that I could see.
The carpet on the floor was the only thing to see besides three walls of wood paneling.
I turned my head side to side but could see nothing.
Then she came around me so that I could see her.
She was naked, completely naked from head to toe, her long dark hair cascading down to the middle of her back.
She smiled at me, her blue eyes shining in the dim light.
“I asked you to take the deal.” she said and then she knelt before me.
Her eyes were locking onto my Hindu erection.
“My potion works quite fast, doesn’t it?” She ran her hands up my legs to my Hindu crotch.
“No,” I said in a confident voice.
Not overconfident, however.
“You can’t, you don’t understand.”I continued.
But she was unbuttoning my pants, and then pulled them down, my underwear as well, and my hard Uncut Hindu Cock sprang free, consequently.
I was at once relieved and watchful at the same time.
I almost lost my ability to speak.
She was adamant.
She had managed the events to her own benefits, exclusively.
“I’m sorry that you don’t have any regard for your Abbū, neither for your Ammī.” I said gravely.
“Abbū?” she smiled, “Ammī left him for the same thing I’m asking from you and you are adamant still, not to give it to me.”
“You must understand I’m sixty one now and you are twenty eight only.”
“I don’t believe you.” she smiled, “No one does.”
“My sons are of your age.”
“So what? I’m NOT your daughter, if it’s what you want to imply.”
“I don’t. I’m Y chromosomed. I can’t father any daughter consequently. I can father sons, and sons only. It needs to have X Chromosomes in his body, for one, to father a daughter. My ancestors lacked it absolutely. And so do I due to genetic compulsion.”
I could feel her Sunni Musalmān tongue wiggling along the underside of my Uncut Hindu Cock, as she slid her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth down the Hindu length of me, until her nose was in my pubes, and then she pulled off to the tip of my head, and then she plunged onto me again.
It was the most exquisite feeling I had ever felt before.
So many times in my life I had had already something like this happened to me.
I was in agony, yet with ecstasy.
I knew what it was and wanted so badly for her to stop before it happened, but was powerless against it.
My Hindu balls tightened and my Uncut Hindu Cock became extremely hard.
She pushed her mouth to my groin and held my Uncut Hindu Cock directly at her throat as I came.
She swallowed all of it, swallowed, swallowed and swallowed.
“You knew?” I was not stunned even a bit.
Instead, I was contemptuous somewhat to her.
She kept smiling, not caring even a bit of my contempt to her,
“Of course, if you had taken the deal I would have untied you for this, but either way it works for me. And,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at my still hard Uncut Hindu Penis, “It looks like the fun’s not over yet.”
Then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stood up and turned around.
She reached between her legs to grasp my Hindu erection, and then she sat down upon it.
I felt myself slipping into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
It was already wet, and she began to ride me.
My mind was a ball of confusion.
I knew what was happening was wrong, but could not do anything.
Moreover, I could not deny it felt so good; I didn’t want to try to stop her.
Yet I wanted to stop her too.
The animal in me was enjoying it very much.
The human being in me detested what she was doing with me.
The animal in me was feeling a great pride.
What a man!
What a man!’
The human being in me was reproaching me contemptuously for these animal thoughts,
‘The animal in you is still alive, Durgesh! Even your continuous Sādhanā, even your continuous ‘Practice’, of 61 years age, hasn’t reformed you to the extent required.’
‘What is the extent required?’
‘Yes, I know, but let me explore you. What is the extent required?’
‘You must repent that even after your continuous Sādhanā, even after your continuous ‘Practice’, of 61 years age, you haven’t succeeded in killing the animal in you. Shame on you.’
‘Why shame on me? What am I doing? It is she, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, who has drugged me and raping me. Why can’t I even enjoy it?’
‘It’s an animal pleasure.’
‘Then why even the divine beings long for it? Have they also not killed the animal in them? Why Ved, Qur’ān, Bible, Guru Granth Sāħab, every religious book allows it its followers to have? It can’t be an animal pleasure, if it is allowed by all of them. Moreover, tell me if it is really animal pleasure, what the divine pleasure is.’
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came down on my Uncut Hindu Cock again and again.
It continued the whole night, the whole day, the whole night, the whole day, the whole night…
She was fucking me desperately now for seven days and nights 24×7.
Ultimately Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned,
“Oh Durgesh darling, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of usMusalmān Beauties! I’m going to cum on your big Uncut Hindu Cock.”
Faster she went, and then she froze.
Her entire body was rigid.
After a few minutes, she got up, releasing my Uncut Hindu Cock from her sopping Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
She knelt again, grasping my Uncut Hindu Cock,
“Welcome to the dark side, Durgesh darling, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said as she took my Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth again, covered in her own Sunni Musalmān juices as well as my Hindu cum.
Her ministrations worked, and in five minutes, I was hard again.
“Sālī,” I gritted through my teeth, “Isn’t it enough already?”
“No, Durgesh darling, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of usMusalmān Beauties! You got one more Sunni Musalmān hole to fill.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah replied smiling cunningly.
I wanted to tell her to stop, but it was useless now.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had done the extreme already.
I didn’t want her to stop anymore.
Why should I now?
What was the use?
What more could she harm she hadn’t already?
She wanted more.
Now, I too wanted more.
I wanted everything she was willing to give me, and I felt at that moment that if she stopped, I would force myself upon her with my need.
It was much tighter than her Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah began riding me slowly, her saliva, my Hindu cum and hers, being more than enough to give her lubrication.
“Tell me you like fucking my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, Durgesh darling, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of usMusalmān Beauties! ” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at me lewdly.
“I’m going to cum.” I shouted.
I smiled as I erupted once more, my Hindu cum splashing into her glorious Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass this time, filling it deepest as it had filled her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt seven days and nights 24×7, several times.
Of course, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah loved me to the extent.
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Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22:
‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’
I entered my inhome private office, walked across to the huge walnut desk.
I eased myself into the swivel chair.
My friend, Åāýéshah Siddīqah, with her never failing characteristic efficiency, had left the morning paper on my desk.
The pages were neatly folded back so that Fātimah Ålī’s photograph was smiling up at me from the printed page.
It was a good picture of Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ, bringing out the little characteristic twinkle in her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān eyes, the sparkle and vitality of her gorgeous Muslim personality.
I was very very proud of her intimate friendship with me.
Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ was as proud of my intimate friendship as I was of her, perhaps even more.
It was a great honor for me that she virtually fucked me when I tried to reason with her.
Entirely in nude she rested on me when she was satisfied somewhat.
“Sorry.” She was ashamed of herself somewhat, yet not ashamed to the extent that she should dismount me.
“For what?” I kissed her full on her beautiful quivering lips passionately. Both my palms were on her extremely beautiful gorgeous nude Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks,“I’ve enjoyed it very much and still enjoying.”
“Durgesh, you must understand I did not have any male companionship for a long time.”
“How fortunate for me! You haven’t fucked me otherwise, as you did.”
“Sorry again, however.”
“Do you really mean it?” I looked into her very eyes.
“Then what do you really mean?”
“I’ll fuck you like it, till my existence, you fool!”
“I’ll be honored.”
“Do you really mean it?”
“Then I must be grateful to you. Thank you very much.”
“Thank you very much.”
Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ laughed, kissed me passionately, and started to fuck me again.
She was thirty-two.
I was glad that at my sixty I possessed her, a woman twenty-eight years junior to me, yet radiantly happy with me.
She was one of my Proud Female Possessions, of course headed with Kħadeejah Muħammad.
Even With my almost infinite wealth, my endless business contacts, my influential females and males friends, I have always paid attention to my social life.
I was as immersed in my business, as I was in my sex life and as I was in my social life too.
My financial success was still continued AND AS SKY-ROCKETING as it ever was, as well as my sexual and social success.
My influential friends, both females and males, were insisting now that I should take part in politics too, to safeguard their interests, if I was not interested in mine.
I refused them politely expressing my gratitude to their faith in me.
Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ was pleased with the social position she acquired through her intimate friendship with me, as a child with a new toy.
I felt myself in love with Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ as she was in love with me.
Her quick and enthusiastic response, her obvious gratitude, left me constantly feeling happy very much.
I had settled myself at my desk and was reading the paper when Åāýéshā Siddīqah glided in.
“Good morning, Åāýéshah.” I said, “Thanks for calling my attention to the account of Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ’s party.”
Åāýéshā Siddīqah’s smile acknowledged my thanks.
It was a nice smile.
I pulled her on my lap and kissed her passionately.
Åāýéshā Siddīqah clang to me as if she was afraid of losing me.
She kissed me back more passionately than I kissed her.
“Leave your incompetent husband forever, Åāýéshah, now. Live with me. I need you, darling.”
She smiled, ashamed of herself,
“I still do not have the courage for it, as Kħadeejah Muħammad has, Sorry, dear!”
“Why are you so afraid of the bloody Communal Muslims?” I asked her under my hot breaths.
“They are terrorists.”
“Not all of them.”
“Yet, most of them. They are irrational.”
“Then let it be, as it is. I feel my impotent husband insulted in this way more, to my satisfaction. Why do you want to rob me off this pleasure?”
“Okay. Okay. As you please!”
“No.” I smiled.
“There’s a man waiting to see you.” Åāýéshā Siddīqah also smiled now in my eyes.
She was playing with my Hindu Penis now, teasing it.
“Who is he?” I also inserted my right hand into her panty, “What does he want?”
“He says his name is Muħammad. He said to tell you that Muħammad Ħussain wanted to see you and would wait.”
“I know so many Muħammad Ħussains that I need more information to place him somewhere.”
“What do you think?” I also laughed back into hers.
“I think what I told.”
“You know you are right.”
I fucked her until we both were beaming with happiness.
Then she went out and sent Muħammad Ħussain in.
He stood in the doorway bowing and smiling arrogantly somewhat.
His eyes were alert as if he knew where he was standing now.
Yet, they were steady and appraising, as though his mission was a matter of life and death.
“I’m so glad that you decided to see me, Durgesh!” Muħammad Ħussain smiled, “I was afraid you may decide otherwise.”
“Come in.” I smiled.
“Muħammad Ålī told me I had to see you that I had to wait until I saw you, no matter how long it took, and Muħammad Ålī is a hard man to cross.”
Some inner bell rang a warning in my mind.
“Sit down and who is this Muħammad Ålī?”
“He is a sort of associate of mine.”
“No, no.” Muħammad Ħussain laughed pleasantly, “I’m not a partner. I’m an associate.”
“All right. Sit down, anyway. What do you want? But I’m sorry. You have to be brief. I have some important appointments this morning that I can’t afford to cancel. Moreover, there is some important mail here that I simply have to handle.”
Muħammad Ħussain moved over and sat on a chair at the side of my desk.
He did not offer to shake hands.
I didn’t try it too.
“Well, what is it?” I smiled cordially.
“It’s about a business investment.” Muħammad Ħussain said, “It seems that Muħammad Ålī needs money for financing this venture of his. It will only take one hundred thousand dollars and he should be able to pay back the money within a few”
I looked at him thinking somewhat,
“Gentleman, you told my friend, Åāýéshā Siddīqah that you wanted to see me about a personal matter.”
“Oh, it involves your friend Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ.”
“Well, it’s like this. Muħammad Ålī is so desperate in his needs that he is approaching competent channels.”
“To telecast something harmful to your friend Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ.”
“You see now, I guess.”
“What do you have against my friend, Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ?”
“What do you mean?”
Muħammad Ħussain smiled,
“I don’t have anything against anyone. Muħammad Ålī has.”
“Something against my friend, Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ?”
Muħammad Ħussain looked at me gravely,
“I’m sorry to say, but YES!”
“That she has sexual relations with me? Go ahead. Provide everything you have to your competent channels. We both will love it to be telecast worldwide. It’ll make our sexual relations immortal somewhat. Will it not?”
Muħammad Ħussain looked at me gravely.
“You don’t understand us, Durgesh!”
“You have something else?”
“Muħammad Ålī has something else.”
“I’ll be glad and highly obliged if you kindly tell me what it is.”
“It’s your friend’s record.”
I was silent for some moments.
Then I said,
“So that’s it?”
“I’m sorry. But, that’s it.”
“Do you want to tell me that Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ fucked me deliberately so that she could escape these criminal charges?”
“Are you so influential?”
“No. Neither I want to be ever.”
“They say you are.”
“Who are these bloody ‘they’?”
“Muħammad Ålī for instance.”
“Yet, he wants to go against me?”
“Certainly not. Muħammad Ålī is nobody’s fool.”
“He needs money. He thinks he can raise it by selling the information legally to these channels.”
“I thought so.”
“Why are you here?”
Muħammad Ħussain was surprised,
“Well, man, can’t you see even now?”
“Sorry. I think I’m foolish somewhat.”
“Well, you are not foolish when you defend dazzling Musalmān Beauties in courts.” he said curtly.
“They are grateful to me for it, and sleep with me.” I smiled.
“So does Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ.”
“Yes, but I can’t get anything more from her than I’m not getting already.”
“Are you telling me that you are not interested in saving Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ from the unwanted publicity?”
“Why didn’t you go to Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ herself?”
“I thought she is not as wise as you are.” Muħammad Ħussain said and rose from the chair, “I thought I was doing something good to you and your friend. Muħammad Ålī was right. I am a fool. Sorry, I wasted your precious time. Goodbye, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu Husband of Musalmān Beauties! Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam!”
He saluted me in kornish and left.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah entered,
“Being followed?” I asked her.
“Yes! but why did you not even listen to his story?” she was angry.
“He was trying to blackmail me, idiot!”
“They can go to those channels, wise guy!”
“At least we should have known what he has against Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ.”
“There you are.”
“How did you do it?”
“My intercommunicating system was open to Kħadeejah Muħammad as well as to you, idiot!”
“And she was listening?”
“She was listening and doing what is needed.”
“She decides herself what should be done?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah asked with jealousy in her voice.
“Nonsense! She is competent. She understands my process of thoughts optimum. She loves me to her very existence since she was twenty eight only.”
“She is fifty eight now!”
“You are right. She is with me for thirty long years now.”
“I did not say that.”
“What do you mean?” I looked at Åāýéshah Siddīqah, quite surprised.
“I said she is fifty eight now.”
“No. You don’t. I’m thirty two only.”
“Oh, I see now.”
“I’m glad you do.”
“Even while she is fifty eight?”
“The age does not count. And even if it does, it goes to her credit as well.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“Åāýéshah, don’t make it hard for me.”
“I refuse to be defeated by a fifty eight years old woman, in sex.”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah laughed ironically.
“You approached wrong party.”
“What do you mean?”
“You must have investigated about Durgesh before dealing with him.”
“I’m not interested in the whole bloody business any more.” Muħammad Ħussain said in a weary voice.
“You are not a competent actor, Muħammad Ħussain!”
“What do you mean?”
“You are interested in the business as much as you were when you went to Durgesh.”
“I wanted to save my friend Muħammad Ålī as well as Durgesh’s friend Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ from some unwanted bad experiences. My foolish friend, Muħammad Ålī, does not know how dangerous Durgesh is. He’ll be in a bad jam when Durgesh’d defend Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ.”
“You are right.”
“Nevertheless, I can’t do anything if Durgesh is not interested.”
“Let’s try once more.” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled.
“On fifty fifty.”
“Is there any problem in your hearing me?”
Muħammad Ħussain was awe-stricken,
“II can’t believe you want to have some share in it.”
“Fifty fifty. Fifty thousand dollars for me. Otherwise you can go to hell.”
“Yes or no?”
“Let me digest your proposal.”
“Okay.” Kħadeejah Muħammad stood up, “This is my card. Inform me if you are interested.”
“I have to talk with Muħammad Ålī.”
“Talk with the Prime Minister if you have to.”
“Want to show me?” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled.
Muħammad Ħussain fished in an inner pocket and brought out a plain manila envelope,
“I’m sure I hadn’t intended to tell you about it in this way.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed,
“You intended to show it to Durgesh? Did you not?”
“Well, that’s another matter!”
“No! It’s not. Durgesh does not deal with these matters himself.”
“Who does?” Muħammad Ħussain smiled, “You?”
“And he fucks all of them?”
“What do you think?”
“No single man can fuck millions of beauties.”
“I agree with you.”
“There you are.”
“I agree with you to the extent that no single ordinary man can fuck millions of beauties.”
“And you want to say that Durgesh is not an ordinary man?”
Muħammad Ħussain fidgeted,
“And you are proud of it?”
“Why shouldn’t we?” Kħadeejah Muħammad asked him sharply.
Muħammad Ħussain changed his tactics,
“Surrender?” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled triumphantly.
Kħadeejah Muħammad took it, turned back the flap, and pulled out the papers that were inside.
It was either the damnedest clever job of fake photography she had ever seen even in my company of long thirty years, or it was Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ.
It was Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ’s picture taken some years earlier.
Below that, there was a set of fingerprints and the sections of the penal code that had been violated.
Alas, Kħadeejah Muħammad was not a lawyer.
Durgesh must have seen this record before firing this blackmailer out of his office.
She was sure of it now.
Muħammad Ħussain understood her predicament perhaps.
He helped her,
“These sections of the penal code relate to insurance fraud, Ms. Muħammad, if you don’t mind. I know you are curious. I was too when I looked it up.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled,
Muħammad Ħussain laughed,
“It’d be far better for his enemies if they find some similar proof of it.”
“What’s she supposed to have done?” Kħadeejah Muħammad asked smiling.
Muħammad Ħussain smiled too,
“Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ had some jewelry that was insured. She made the mistake of pawning the jewelry before she reported that it had been stolen. She collected on the insurance policy. Then they found where the jewelry had been pawned. The police are very efficient in such matters.”
“Any chance it’s a fake photography?”
“I don’t know. Muħammad Ålī claims it isn’t.”
“Yes, I can see that.” Muħammad Ħussain was grave now.
“I doubt it.”
“I promise it.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed,
“You and your promises!” The picture slipped from her hands.
She bent down to take it, but Muħammad Ħussain was quicker.
“Don’t want to give it to me back?” Kħadeejah Muħammad looked into his eyes.
“You have seen it already.”
“But Durgesh hasn’t.”
Here he was cheated by Kħadeejah Muħammad very skillfully and successfully.
He could not understand that it was a deliberate act from Kħadeejah Muħammad.
She had successfully taken his fingerprints on the picture in this way.
Kħadeejah Muħammad allowed the picture to slip from her hands deliberately.
She deliberately delayed when bending to get it back, allowing him thus to touch the picture with his bare fingers.
He was afraid of me.
But he did not know even my women were not less dangerous for their enemies.
“Allah, I don’t know.” Muħammad Ħussain said, “I’m not sure that even Muħammad Ålī knows. These are the records that Muħammad Ålī gave me. He said that he was going to take them to these channels and that they’d pay him for the tip. I told him not to make Durgesh his enemy. Durgesh punishes his enemies very insultingly.”
“Right advice. What did the moron say?” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.
“Muħammad Ålī was frightened. He loves his Ammī, sisters, and wives very much.”
“Wives? In plural?” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed sarcastically.
“He is a typical Muslim. He has married four extremely beautiful young Musalmān girls.”
“What do you mean?”
“Never studied history? I can understand. That’s what Sidrah says. The Muslims are never good in studying.”
“Nonsense! I’ve read history. I’ve studied it. It’s the one subject I’ve mastered.”
“MA in history?”
“PhD in history.”
“Even then you don’t know about the Bachhalyās, the evermost successful diplomats and administrators?”
“Well, I’m a Muslim too.”
“And a Muslim is not supposed to learn about other Non-Islamic civilizations?”
Muħammad Ħussain was unable to say anything.
He resumed the original subject,
“You haven’t any beautiful sisters?”
“I have but”
Muħammad Ħussain fidgeted again,
“Actually, actually one of my sisters loves Durgesh very much.”
“Actually she forced me to mediate in the matter. She is very much in it.”
“Allah!” Kħadeejah Muħammad said, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!”
Muħammad Ħussain was ashamed of himself now.
“So, your sister wants to get laid by Durgesh? And you are here to help her.”
Muħammad Ħussain averted his eyes.
Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled.
She sat there holding in front of her the Photostatic copy of the circular describing Fātimah Ålī Sheikħage, height, weight, eye color, fingerprint classification.
Now, it was clear that it was blackmail.
She could not believe that someone could be as hungry of money as to risk the honor of his house-ladies even.
She knew all about she could do under such circumstances.
She could manage to throw the little bastard called Muħammad Ħussain out of his own house.
She had successfully followed him to his own home.
She could manage to beat him up, turn him over to the police.
She could tell him,
“Go ahead. Do your damnedest! We won’t pay a dime for blackmail.”
Moreover, virtually it was what Durgesh did actually.
She could string Muħammad Ħussain along, ring up the police department, explain the matter to the officer in charge of such things, an officer who would promise to handle it discreetly and keep it very very confidential.
She knew how such things were handled.
They would arrange for her to turn over marked money.
Then they would arrest Muħammad Ħussain and the case would be kept very hush-hush.
However, would it?
There was the mysterious Muħammad Ålī in the background.
Muħammad Ålī, who wanted to sell the information to the competent channels!
The channels that depend for their living on exploiting sensational facts about people in the public eye.
Either these were police records or they weren’t.
If they were police records, Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ was trapped.
Durgesh does not like any of his women to be blackmailed.
Kħadeejah Muħammad is reputed to be his Outqueen.
His queen for outside.
Kħadeejah Muħammad has to handle it.
Kħadeejah Muħammad has to handle it.
“Means you need time?” Muħammad Ħussain said gravely.
“What do you think? You can get fifty thousand dollars easily from Durgesh?”
“One hundred thousand.” Muħammad Ħussain corrected.
“Forget it. You know you can’t get what you want. There is always bargaining.”
Muħammad Ħussain smiled.
“That’s better.” Kħadeejah Muħammad said.
“How much time?” Muħammad Ħussain surrendered.
“What do you think? Durgesh won’t verify the facts?”
“Oh, you mean in the business deal?”
“Oh, but I wanted to tell you about the business deal.” Muħammad Ħussain said, “Muħammad Ålī is certain Durgesh’ll have every penny of his money back. He can’t even dream to make Durgesh his enemy. It’s just a question of raising the operating capital, Ms. Muħammad, and”
She did not have enough patience as Durgesh successfully has.
She stepped out with the troublesome realization of her somewhat incompetence.
Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ served the dinner.
Kħadeejah Muħammad was not with us even now.
Saiyadā Fātimah PhD looked at Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ with a quite mischievious glint in her extremely beautiful eyes, “Durgesh is very naughty tonight. I’m sure I can’t handle him on bed when he is so impish. You think you can handle him?”
Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ laughed,
“You are an exception, Bājī!” Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ laughed, “Don’t mind it. Durgesh’s Sex Empire is filled mostly with us Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Beauties. Why is it so, if we are not equally sexy as Durgesh is?”
“Sorry, Bājī! You are living in fool’s paradise. Why don’t you accept the truth? Sex is natural. We need it more than Durgesh even. Durgesh is an exception. Hindus are the sexiest males in the Multiverse, but Durgesh is the most sexiest male even among Hindus. We should be proud of it. Why should we be ashamed of it?”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah laughed,
“Bājī!” She addressed Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, “You must be grateful to us sex starved Musalmān Beauties. If we were not there, you’d have lost your extremely sexy Hindu husband, Durgesh; quite long ago.”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah tried in vain to conceal the tension she was laboring under.
She got the tray upto the study, attached it to a board with adhesive tape around the edges so that any latent fingerprints on the bottom would not be disfigured.
Then she fitted it in a pasteboard box in which I had recently received some shirts.
Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ commented on the box the next day.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah was leaving for work with me, carrying the box under her arm.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah laughed,
“Durgesh says Fātimah Bājī did not like the color of the shirts. I would wrap and mail the package for exchange.”
For a moment, there was a fleeting mistrust in the slate gray eyes of Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ.
Yet, she controlled herself and said nothing.
Even her kiss to me was a clinging pledge of the happiness that had come to mean so much to me, now.
If she had any mistrust whatsoever, it was for Åāýéshah Siddīqah, not for me.
That was the beauty of the scheme, after all.
They both were beaming with extreme happiness.
My own wife, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, slept early.
Of course, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD also had sex with me that night too, but as usual, it was only for half an hour.
She had stopped at the art store downstairs to buy some drawing charcoal and a camel’s-hair brush.
She was pleased when she found that she had developed several perfectly legible latent fingerprints, of course of Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ.
She had served the juice to us on that silver tray.
None had touched it after that.
She was feeling herself guilty somewhat.
Why she couldn’t wait for Kħadeejah Muħammad?
Let her come and do it professionally.
It was what she requested to Durgesh.
She insisted until Durgesh did not consent to do it as social service.
What happened to her that spirit?
Durgesh has same lust for her as he always had.
He had proved it at night with Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ also with them on the bed.
Why then she is so anxious to find whether Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ is really guilty of insurance fraud?
She was immensely ashamed of herself,
“Sorry, darling,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah told me, “I was too curious to wait.”
“It’s all right.”
“Perhaps we could be of some help.” Kħadeejah Muħammad also smiled.
I said smiling,
“The technique used by detectives is to take a piece of transparent cellophane tape and place it over the latent fingerprints. Then when we remove the Scotch tape, the dust adheres to the tape. We can put the print on a card and study it at our leisure without damaging the latent print.”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah whirled around in her chair,
“Want to make me a perfect detective too, as you’ve made Kħadeejah Muħammad Bājī?”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed,
“I’m not a perfect detective, Åāýéshah!”
“Yes, you are. The way you followed Muħammad Ħussain and got from him the criminal record is enough for me to prove it.”
“How do you know there’s really a Muħammad Ålī?” I laughed.
“I don’t know. But, isn’t there a strong possibility?”
Kħadeejah Muħammad winked at me,
“Then kiss me for my success.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad rushed to me,
She put her right palm on my chest and pushed back.
I fell on the bed.
Kħadeejah Muħammad mounted on me,
Åāýéshah Siddīqah laughed,
Kħadeejah Muħammad undressed me.
Smiling cheerfully, I undressed Kħadeejah Muħammad.
She started to fuck me madly and savagely.
I was smiling pridely,
“If you had fondled and sucked it, it’d have been ten inches long.”
“Let it grow into me.” Kħadeejah Muħammad winked at me lewdly, “You are not a woman. You can’t understand the bliss we Musalmān Beauties experience when your Uncut Hindu Penis grows into our Musalmān Cunts.”
I kissed her vehemently.
Kħadeejah Muħammad returned my kiss more passionately fucking me savagely more and more.
The sex session longed more than even Åāýéshah Siddīqah anticipated,
Kħadeejah Muħammad came down when I had cum.
“Thank you.” Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed me gratefully, “And thanks to you too, Åāýéshah!”
We bathed together.
She made me to fuck her in various Sex Positions we knew and had experienced so many times.
Kħadeejah Muħammad was beaming with bliss when we came out.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah had managed to bring a cellophane tape in the meantime.
She had brought a pair of scissors too.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah’s long, skillful fingers deftly snipped pieces of the transparent tape, laid them over the back of the silver tray, smoothed them into position, and then removed the tape so that we could study the fingerprints, line for line, and whorl for whorl.
“Now,” I smiled, “you too know something about lifting the fingerprints.”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah looked at me gratefully,
“Now I know how you lead your women to perfection, gradually. I’d offer my salat for gratefulness to Allah once more that He made me one of your women.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed,
“Why don’t you take a correspondence course in how to be a detective as I had?”
“You are right.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah replied her cheerfully, “I’d love it.”
“Why?” I asked watching Åāýéshah Siddīqah carefully.
“I’m darned if I know.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah responded cheerfully in addition, “I just want something useful to do. I’ve always been fascinated with problems of detection. I think it may sharpen my powers of observation.”
“OK. Sit down. Take this magnifying glass and let’s see what we can find out.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad had a considerable talent for matching fingerprints.
She knew and taught Åāýéshah Siddīqah what to look for and how to find the different points of similarity.
In a matter of fifteen minutes, we came to the sickening conclusion and realization as well, that there could be no doubt about it.
The fingerprints on the police records were an identical match for the seven perfect latents that had been lifted from the silver tray.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah shook her head, to me,
“This is a problem bigger for me. I can’t suggest, as an amateur, how to solve it. It involves the security of one of your loyal Saůūdī Årab Musalmān women. However, if we once start paying, there’s no end to it.”
“And if we don’t?” I smiled.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah shrugged her shoulders.
I looked at Kħadeejah Muħammad.
She also surrendered,
“If I suggest something, and it backfires, all your Sex Empire will think I was jealous of Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ. And you’ve a very very large Sex Empire, having almost entire extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties, even larger than you yourself realize.”
“Bosh and nonsense!”
Kħadeejah Muħammad also shrugged her shoulders now,
“Don’t believe me if you don’t want to. Nevertheless, it’s God’s truth, my dear Hindu Kħasam!”
I looked down at the silver tray that reflected a distorted image of all the three of us.
I knew what it would mean to Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ to have something of this sort come out.
There was a doubt in my mind too.
Whether Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ knew this problem was coming into her life?
Whether she fucked me to have me with her when the problem comes to her?
Even then, I could not let down her.
Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ was so full of life, vivacity, happiness.
I could visualize what would happen if one of these channels that were becoming so popular should come out with the story of her past.
No matter what the alternative, I couldn’t let it happen.
There would be an attempt on the part of some to be “charitable” to Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ.
Others would cut her at once, deliberately and coldly.
The jealousy to her would also play a dominant role.
Despite all my teachings and trainings, I know what my women are!
Moreover, I know what they are not as well.
Gradually the circle would tighten.
Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ would have to plead a nervous breakdown….a foreign cruise somewhere.
She would never come back.
The communal Muslims would ultimately succeed in separating one of the most dazzling Musalmān Beauties from me, forever.
Would I let it happen?
“We might,”Kħadeejah Muħammad said, “play along with Muħammad Ħussain for a while. We can stall him for time as much as possible. In the meantime, we can try to find out who the damn Muħammad Ålī is. After all, they must have their own weaknesses. Must they not?”
I looked at her gravely,
“Kħadeejah darling, money is no problem.”
“I know, Méré Hindu Piyā!”
“That’s what money for, to solve our problems.”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah looked at me curiously.
She could not believe her ears.
She hadn’t seen any Muslim to react to such situations, as I was doing.
Her eyes became full of praises for me.
Durgesh is really a man.
Any woman can feel herself unharmed fully in his Hindu lap.
Why don’t Muslims do the same?
Why Muslims don’t?
Åāýéshah Siddīqah dared to smile at last,
“You’d laugh at me, but I remember reading a story one time where a man was faced with a somewhat similar problem, and”
“Of course, it was just a story.”
“Go ahead. Sometimes they suggest some solutions too.” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled at her.
“The man couldn’t afford to deny their blackmail claims. He didn’t dare the thing they were holding over him become public”
“Yes!” Kħadeejah Muħammad prompted.
“Well, he was clever. There were two of them just as they are here. He killed one of the blackmailers and made the evidence indicate the other blackmailer committed the murder. The frantic blackmailer tried to tell the true story to the jury, but the jury just laughed at him and sent him to the electric chair.”
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
23. A secret Smile
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
18. Saamved: Mantr 1