Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān watched her contemptuously.
“That will do,” he said coldly, “I don’t need a lecture on parental discipline from an unmarried woman. Principles when brought into practice are always modified according to the physical reality of the time and place.”
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ said scornfully.
“I think I’m just beginning to know you actually what you are truthfully.”
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān laughed curtly, cunningly and even threateningly somewhat, under the disguise of being practical.
“You don’t know me yet, Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ. I want you. You don’t know me enough to understand me that what I want I get. Don’t think you can walk out on me. I’ve noticed lately that you’ve been talking of Durgesh and Hindus more than of us Musalmīn. There’s a trend among you Musalmān young woman to hate us Musalmīn and love Durgesh/Hindus. Perhaps you don’t realize how frequently you are quoting Durgesh. It’s Durgesh this and Durgesh that― remember this, Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ, you’ve announced your engagement to me. I refuse to let any woman humiliate me. You’ve promised to marry me and you are going through it.”
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ laughed.
“Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, I sympathize with you. You don’t know how Durgesh would payback you for what you just said. Well, best of luck.”*
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān was furious.
Yet he knew his fury was worthless.
Why the hell every woman he is interested in, goes to Durgesh sooner or later?
He had a rare version of ‘Alf Layla wa Layla’, ‘The Thousand and One Nights’.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān didn’t know how authentic that version of ‘Alf Layla wa Layla’, ‘The Thousand and One Nights’ was.
He had gone through an English translation of the same too named ‘Arabian Nights’.
It was originally translated by Sir Richard Francis Burton.
It was adapted with an afterword by Jack Zipes with a new introduction by Daniel Beaumont.
Daniel Beaumont had written in his introduction:
‘…On the basis of these facts, and the internal evidence of the stories themselves, there is general agreement that an Arabic translation of a Persian story collection formed the core of the Nights.
The Persian collection itself probably began as a translation of an Indian collection―the device of a frame tale itself is often considered an Indian literary device.
The Arabic translation was probably made in Baghdad in the eighth or ninth century, when Baghdad was the center of a vast translation project funded by Abbasid caliphs.’
―Arabian Nights: Volume 1: Signet Classics: Edition 2007: Introduction Page viii.
The edition Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān had, proved Daniel Beaumont’s this conclusion true.
It said the nude male Sex Partner that was actually in the arms of Shah Zaman’s nude queen was not any black cook with crude features, smeared with kitchen grease and grime, but Durgesh himself.
Of course, the authenticity of the version Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān had was always heavily criticized, but Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān still believed that it was the original Indian version that Daniel Beaumont had referred to.
That version also said that King Shahryar could actually never kill his any wife.
Durgesh always rescued her either this way or that.
Even Scheherazade was herself Durgesh’s girlfriend actually that helped Durgesh in rescuing the poor helpless innocent Musalmān Beauties Shahryar was so vowed to kill crazily.
For a moment Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s fingers were as if steel on Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ’s wrists, his eyes were deadly.
And then almost instantly, the mask came back.
For Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, of course, it wasn’t any mask.
It was his sophisticated practical behavior instead.
Yet, Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ thought she knew him better.
He said contritely, regretfully.
“I’m sorry. I think I shouldn’t bother you with these things when you are in hurry. Come dear, I’ll take you to your psychiatrist clinic. I’m really sorry about my son, Muħammad Jamīl, too. I’m sorry again if I hurt you even a little bit. Yet, you see, I happen to know my son, Muħammad Jamīl, quite well, better than you actually, naturally. I think, moreover, I know exactly how he should be handled.”
That night, after giving the matter a lot of thought, Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ wrote a formal e-mail breaking her engagement to Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān.*
Three nights later she went out with me openly, for the first time.
We went out to the restaurant that I knew was Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ’s favorite.
There wasn’t any incident whatsoever.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ sighed relieved.
She never thought any Musalmān could be as patient and sophisticated as to let his ex-fiancée get away from him so easily.
Being generally losers mostly, due to their immensely ever scorned communalism, unsophisticated, undemocratic behavior, their criminal activities, under education/uneducation, Musalmīn usually never took ‘no’ from ladies so normally.
It was more severe when the Musalmīn lost their Musalmān fiancée, girlfriend, to a successful Hindu/Durgesh.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān had too threatened her already to the effect.
Two nights later, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān called to ask if he might talk with Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ.
“It won’t do any good,” Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ told Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, “Anyway, I’m already going out tonight.”
“I see. With Durgesh, I think.”
“Stop being jealous of Durgesh. Durgesh is not being favored by me, he is obliging me, instead.”
“I know it’s not easy for any communal Musalmān to digest the fact that any Musalmān Beauty is preferring a Hindu male on him. Yet, the Musalmīn must understand it’s none of their business, damn it.”
It was very difficult for Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān to control himself.
He immensely hated the Musalmān houseladies who never understood how disgraceful it was for the Musalmīn that a Musalmān houselady prefer a Hindu on a Musalmān.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān wanted to break the beautiful neck of Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ actually, but he knew he couldn’t do it.
Durgesh, of course, would never break Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s neck for it.
He is a softie, so called law abiding, citizen.
All the cowards that don’t have enough courage to fulfill their own needs, fighting with the persons that come in their way, call themselves softie.
They aren’t softie actually.
They are bloody cowards.
They criticize most of the Musalmīn because most of the Musalmīn aren’t cowards.
A Musalmān, and coward?
Let them call us criminal minded, and criminal even.
But no Musalmān can surrender to cowardice ever.
It’s against his/her self-respect.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān understands Durgesh perfectly.
He is a softie, a coward actually.
He can’t fight with anyone as a man should ever.
He always fights feminine.
Most of the time he keeps fucking Musalmān Beauties, beautiful Musalmān houseladies and other beautiful women even.
It has made Durgesh himself somewhat feminine in his entire approach.
He calls it to be law abiding.
Hiding behind law.
Durgesh would create some entirely legal situation for Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān that would make him to think even it would have been better if Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān had died instead.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ had said curtly,
“It’s none of your business,” she snapped and slammed the phone back to its cradle.
Later on, when the phone rang repeatedly, Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ didn’t even answer it.
I went for Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ promptly at eight.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ once more couldn’t believe I was really thirty seven.
She thought I wasn’t more than twenty eight.
Allah, how handsome I was.
Medium height, not too tall not too small.
Handsomely in between, an obsession to both the tall Beauties and smaller Beauties.
Neither too small to be a disgrace for tall women, nor too tall to make smaller women ashamed of their comparatively smaller height.
Both were crazy for Durgesh desperately.
What a man.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ loved my expressive eyes.
We both went once more to the same restaurant.
There wasn’t any delay in table reservation.
Yet, Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ suggested to stand for some time in the cocktail lounge.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ didn’t see Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān until it was too late, nor could she swear afterward that Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān had actually thrust out his foot so that I might stumble.
There were plenty of witnesses to what happened after that.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān had fallen disgraced.
He got to his feet, said,
“Watch who you’re pushing,” and tried to hit me flush on my jaw.
I moved from there lightning.
To Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s ‘bad luck’, his fist fell on a prize boxer’s jaw.
He took Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān on his own fists furiously.
Someone telephoned police.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān was beaten publicly too disgracefully, his jaw was broken and he was arrested even for starting it all.
The prize boxer reported it was an attempt to kill him.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān shouted that the prize boxer was on my payroll.
But he couldn’t prove the same.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ laughed at him.
“You should have been more careful of Durgesh, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān. Your conspiracy has backfired. Now, go to the prison on attempt to murder a prize boxer.”*
There was a commotion, with waiters swarming around them, and eventually the police.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ was certain she had seen a glint of metal as Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s right hand had flashed across in that carefully timed, planned to be perfectly executed smash.
The surgeon who wired the prize fighter’s broken jaw was confident the injuries had been caused by brass knuckles.
So many persons claimed to witness that as the prize fighter went down with a broken jaw, two of the friends of Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, who were seated at the table, jumped up to grab his arms.
“Take it easy, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān,” one of them said.
The police hadn’t searched Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān only.
When they didn’t find any brass knuckles on Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, they searched his friend as well.
He himself volunteered to let the police search him.
Yet, the police authorities were not born yesterday.
They sarcastically asked Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān of his second friend.
He had tried to disappear before the police came.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān explained that his second friend that had tried to disappear had had an engagement.
He didn’t want to be detained by a lot of formalities.
He would be available, however, if anybody tried to make anything of it.
He too was searched.
The prize fighter’s friends had succeeded in holding him against his desperate attempts to get rid of them.
He had the brass knuckles containing the prize fighter’s blood on it.
The police arrested his friends as well, as the coconspirators.*
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s story was simple.
He had been sitting with his friends.
His back was to the door.
I, in passing, had not only stepped on his foot, but had kicked back at his shin too.
He had got to his feet.
I had doubled my fist.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān admitted he had tried unsuccessfully to beat me to the punch.
What the hell else could he do?
A week after that, his sister, Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, began to get the letters:
‘Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s sweet sister, Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, I am writing this letter to you because if I don’t, I will surely go crazy with what I am feeling for you.
I also have to trust that you do not share this letter with anyone because your brother, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, would get into a great deal of more trouble if you did.
So my beautiful Musalmān young lady, if you cannot keep this letter a secret between you and me you should not read any further.
DO NOT READ THE REST OF THIS MY SWEET UNLESS YOU PROMISE TO KEEP IT OUR SECRET
I had a dream about you Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, right after you turned 28, and the memory of that dream has brought forward all kinds of sexual thoughts I have had for you for many years.
I was thinking lustful thoughts about what we could do with each other if we became lovers.
I decided to walk past your room to go to my office one evening after you went to bed.
As I passed I heard some noise coming from your room.
That is what this note is about.
Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, do you remember the day I walked into your room without knocking and caught you playing with your extremely beautiful young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
You had turned 28 a month earlier.
I think I was as surprised as you.
But I cannot forget how sexy you looked with your beautiful young Musalmān legs spread wide and your fingers rolling your extremely beautiful young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips and clit round and round.
Your other hand was massaging your big sexy Musalmān breasts.
I watched you pinch your nipples and suck one nipple into your mouth.
I was so impressed with how big and firm you Musalmān breasts are.
I wanted to hop into the bed with you and make love to you on the spot.
I have to confess, I stood there watching you for about half a minute before you opened your eyes and screamed with your embarrassment.
Yes, my beautiful Musalmān young lady; I was watching you and getting so hot from looking at you play with your sexy pretty little extremely beautiful young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My Uncut Hindu Lund got so hard and swollen from watching my beautiful Musalmān young lady.
I had to fuck your Bhābhījān, Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, four times that day just because of what I saw.
I could not get the thought of you out of my head.
I fantasized squirting my hot Hindu cum into your extremely beautiful young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Then I asked you to lick all my Hindu cum off my Uncut Hindu Lund and show it to me while it lie in your tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
In my fantasy you opened your tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and rolled my Hindu cum around your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue, smiled and swallowed it.
Then you opened your tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth to show me you had swallowed my entire hot Hindu load.
That night I even thought about coming into your room while you were sleeping and uncovering you to see if you slept without panties.
I did go into your room but decided I was being a very bad Hindu fucking you unknowingly, and I could not get beyond that.
What would you do if I did come into your room some night?
I need to know.
I will assume you did not read the letter unless you answer me.
Durgesh, I knew you were watching me.
Why do you think the door was ajar and I had no covers on?
I’ve noticed you checking me out, almost drooling as I bend over when I pick something up.
I could hear the door open.
I acted surprised just in case I was wrong.
I want you.
I have never let a boy touch my sweet extremely beautiful young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I am saving it for you
My sweet beautiful young daughter Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān,
I am overwhelmed with desire and lust for you.
I cannot think of anything but you and how hot and sexy you looked while touching yourself.
You made a confession to me and told me that you left the door unlocked and had uncovered yourself on purpose.
You wanted me to find you playing with your virgin extremely beautiful young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I am glad you told me this because I have to confess something to you as well.
I am sure you will remember this.
How could you ever forget?
Remember the night when I went out with some of my Musalmān friends fucking their beautiful Musalmān houseladies, because I was feeling lonely after your Ammī left us.
That was exactly two weeks after we had your 28th birthday party at Applebee’s with your friends.
I was not driving.
Yet, I was too vivacious fucking my Musalmān friends’ beautiful countless Musalmān houseladies that even you had to help me into the house.
I vaguely remember you watching something on the downstairs TV when they brought me in.
They brought me up to my bedroom, removed my shoes and left me.
I was able to take off the rest of my clothing and crashed into the bed.
I fell into a rather deep sleep.
You came into my room much later that night.
Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, after your confession to me about wanting to masturbate in front of me I know I did not dream it.
You walked in and looked at me.
You saw me sleeping in the nude, on my back as usual.
I know what you did.
I was not 100% sure until I got your note.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh, my God. I wish I could go back and relive that night again only totally sober this time.
After you came in you checked to see if I was sleeping.
I did not want to talk with you.
I made you believe, Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, I was sleeping.
You stood over me and looked at my naked Hindu male body for a minute or two.
Then you did something that was so pleasantly shocking to me.
You reached down with your delicate hand and touched my Uncut Hindu Lund!
It felt like an erotic electric shock running through my whole body.
My first instinct was to reprimand you for touching me because you had stepped way out of the acceptable boundaries between a Hindu male and an orthodox ardent Musalmān young lady.
Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, I hope you can forgive me for not stopping you, but I guess I was too selfish to do that.
You see, even when you were 18 I thought about what it would be like to share my love for you in a physical way.
You are so beautiful, so pretty, and so hot.
I watched you grow from a little sweet girl into a sexy, hot young Musalmān woman.
I have to admit to you that after your Ammī left us, to return to your Abbū, I started to think about what it would be like to have YOU as my wife.
I fantasized being with you every day and felt like a grand man because of those carnal feeling for you.
I was so careful not to say anything to you about my feeling.
So Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s sweet sister, Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, please forgive me for not stopping you that night.
You started to pump my Uncut Hindu Lund and were immediately rewarded with it getting hard and swollen.
I was peeking through my eyes and had such a difficult time making you believe I was sleeping.
You looked so curious when stroking it.
Then you noticed a drop of my pre-cum on the swollen purple/red head of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I almost came because of what you did next.
You took your finger and wiped the pre-cum of my Uncut Hindu Lund and brought it to your nose to smell it.
Then you licked it off your finger and tasted it.
You swallowed that little dollop of my Hindu cum with a smile on your tremendously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
You know what you did next.
You bent over and still holding my Uncut Hindu Lund in your hand you smelled my Hindu manhood.
You put your nose into my balls and took a deep sniff.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! My Lord, I wanted to reach out with my hands and take your tremendously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face in my hands and shower you with my Hindu kisses while telling you I was in love with you.
I am in love not platonic, but rather in love with you as a woman; my woman.
I wanted to tell you I would do anything for your love to be returned.
Again, I was too unsure to bare my feelings to you.
I was cautious and really felt you were just curious to see what a man’s Uncut Hindu Lund and balls looked and felt like.
I thought you felt safe that nothing would happen to you because I was as if somewhat your “Daddy”, as I fucked your Ammī too already, and even if I woke up I would not do anything sexual with you.
When you licked my Uncut Hindu Lund head I thought I had gone straight to heaven.
My Uncut Hindu Lund started to pulse and get even bigger.
I was so hot.
Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, I can honestly say I have never been hotter in my life then you got me that night.
You were so tentative with your young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue when you started; so unsure so innocent.
I knew you were tasting my Hindu manhood, deciding if you liked the smell and taste of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I got my answer very shortly when you put my Uncut Hindu Lund head into your tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth. You sucked it like a lollipop at first and got frightened because you heard me moan.
I tried not to, but with Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s sweet sister, Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth rapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund, I could not stop the moan from coming out.
I was cautious you would run out of the room for fear of me waking up.
I covered it by moaning again without your hand or mouth on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
You thought I was just moaning in my sleep and went back to your naughty sexual work.
You were sucking my big hard Uncut Hindu Lund off, wildly, ravenously, proudly.
It didn’t take you long to realize how sensitive the rim of my Uncut Hindu Lund head is.
You started to roll your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue round and round it.
I knew I was going to cum soon and wanted to tell you, but I knew that was not possible because you wanted me to be asleep.
That made you feel safe and secure, knowing you would not get in trouble for the naughty things you were doing with your ever loser Musalmān brother’s Hindu enemy’s Uncut Hindu Lund.
You continued to suck and stroke me until I could not hold it back any longer.
You were so surprised by the amount of jest that shot from the slit in my Uncut Hindu Lund head.
You tried to keep it all in your tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, but you were overwhelmed by it.
Some of it dripped out of your tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and fell on your belly.
Some more ran down your tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth to your neck.
I was sneaking a look at you when I came so I know what happened.
What was absolutely amazing to me was that you swallowed my Hindu cum! Your Ammī never would do that. I felt closer and more intimate with you at that moment then I have ever felt with even your Ammī in my life.
You got up and went to your bathroom after that and came back with a warm wash cloth and cleaned the cum off of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
The last things you did made me cry with pure joy.
You gently bent down and planted a sweet kiss on your brother’s Hindu enemy’s Uncut Hindu Lund and then kissed me sweetly on my male Hindu lips.
After I woke that morning I thought I had had a very erotic dream about you.
When I saw you in the kitchen that morning you had a very knowing smile on your tremendously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
I thought that was your way of trying to be the lady of the house dealing with a Hindu man who went out and fucked other beautiful Musalmān houseladies of your brother, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, last night.
I now know better.
His 28 year old extremely beautiful Musalmān sister was a very naughty and smart girl last night with her ever loser Musalmān brother’s Hindu enemy.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s 28 years old extremely beautiful Musalmān sister sucked My Uncut Hindu Lund off and swallowed my Hindu cum.
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Muħammad Jamīl was dumbfounded.
He couldn’t believe he was talking to a homebreaker, a marriage breaker.
He could not believe he was talking to his wife fucker.
He was optimum prepared to deal with his wife fucker, a man that had fallen from accepted social morals and humanity.
Muħammad Jamīl was appropriately prepared to discuss his wife fucker’s immoral conduct, but was Durgesh really immoral in fucking his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār?
On the contrary, Muħammad Jamīl himself is immoral in trying to stop Durgesh from fucking his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār.
He is telling him to divorce his wife for Durgesh.
What a man.
Muħammad Jamīl was prepared to impeach an extremely communal, extremely anti-Muslim immoral Hindu.
But on the contrary Durgesh himself was impeaching him, Muħammad Jamīl himself, for not providing optimum sex to his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār.
Durgesh was telling him he would provide Muħammad Jamīl’s ever ravenous extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, as much sex as she needs ever.
What the hell is wrong in it?
Why the hell for Muħammad Jamīl needs his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār?
For getting slapped by her every now and then?
For being kicked with her feet almost daily, even two or three times a day?
Isn’t it immensely disgraceful to him?
His extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, is an ever dominant ever aggressive woman.
Everyone knows it.
She is a wonderfully successful psychiatrist.
How lucky Muħammad Jamīl was that his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, married him.
“You’ve actually a deep set inferiority complex, Muħammad Jamīl.” his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, had said when he met her before their marriage, “Yet, you aren’t incurable absolutely. I can cure you.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Muħammad Jamīl beamed at her, “So, you’d marry me?”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār smiled.
“What for? You’ve yourself admitted to me that you never succeeded in lovemaking with anyone.”
“Isn’t premarital sex a sin, a gunāh-e-åzīm in Islam?”
“That’s the root. It is incurably deep set faith of most of us Musalmīn that premarital sex, extramarital sex, LGBT, everything sexy out of wedlock is a sin, a gunāh-e-åzīm in Islam. In your case, it’s the root cause of your inferiority complex. Until and unless you don’t marry someone who understands your problem, sympathize with you and is kind enough to marry you despite all your shortcomings, to cure you, your inferiority complex cannot be cured. You say you watch your entire Musalmān houseladies having sex with Durgesh and clean them, licking their genital organs, after Durgesh fucks them? When did it start?”*
Muħammad Jamīl looked at her gravely.
Allah, how can he tell her?
Was it a blunder not to marry Al Jihād fil Islām?
Al Jihād fil Islām was too a psychiatrist.
She was more generous to Muħammad Jamīl.
Only if Muħammad Jamīl hadn’t hated psychiatrists so much!
Every woman in his household was a successful psychiatrist.
And Muħammad Jamīl was paying for it.
His Ammī, Al Kausar Al Firdaus, herself was a psychiatrist.
And what has she made him?
How the hell could Muħammad Jamīl tell Al Ħafsah Al Nisār his own Ammī made him what Muħammad Jamīl was today?
No one believed him ever even whenever he mustered the courage to tell the truth about his household.
Even Al Jihād fil Islām accused him defaming his own Musalmān houseladies.
“Are you crazy?” Al Jihād fil Islām was dumbfounded, “You mean to say your own Ammī cuckolded your Abbū, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, to herself and Durgesh?”
Muħammad Jamīl looked at him gravely.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Ask yourself.” Al Jihād fil Islām said, “Would you believe it if someone of your friends tell you his Ammī deliberately made his Abbū impotent so that she could continue her sex life with a Muslimātchod Hindu?”
“Doubtlessly,” Muħammad Jamīl exploded uncontrollably, “You are a hell of a psychiatrist if you don’t know the horrible facts of our own Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“You are succumbing to blasphemy.” Al Jihād fil Islām said sympathetically, “Muħammad Jamīl, your inferiority complex is more complex than I thought it was. You enjoy blasphemy actually.”
“How?” Muħammad Jamīl argued bitterly.
Allah, won’t even an immensely successful psychiatrist believe him?
Are his extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies correct?
They challenged him humiliating him more and more,
“Tell everyone if you can really muster the courage to do it. No one would believe you, moron. Everyone would claim it’s your ever dirtiest fantasy that your own Ammī, the highly successful psychiatrist, Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, made your Abbū impotent deliberately. Your own Ammī, the highly successful psychiatrist, Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, brought you up making you lick her, and your sisters’ genital organs after Durgesh fucked them. They made you to masturbate watching them bonded to Durgesh, abused sexually nonstop, on their own request to Durgesh. Go ahead. Muster the courage enough to tell everyone the real truth. We dare you.”*
With the politeness that characterized everything he did, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān said to Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ,
“Excuse me, please.”
Then he leaned forward and slapped the child, Muħammad Jamīl’s, face―hard.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ was startled.
She could not believe what she herself saw with her own eyes.
The child was already suffering from immense inferiority complex.
Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, Muħammad Jamīl’s real Ammī, herself requested Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ to take care of him.
“I don’t believe my husband, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, for my son’s proper care. He never believed Muħammad Jamīl is his son. He thinks Durgesh is Muħammad Jamīl’s real father.”
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ laughed.
“We can’t blame him for that. Nowadays, almost every Musalmān who has a beautiful Musalmān wife, invariably suspects she has extramarital sexual relationship with Durgesh/some clandestine Hindu lover. It’s so natural today that…”
“Are you telling me? Are you really telling me?” Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus shouted desperately, “Most of us Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful are being hated by Musalmīn for this immensely irrational suspicion. They scorn us only because we are beautiful, and they can’t believe we don’t take any benefit of our immensely incredible Musalmān beauty.”
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ suddenly realized Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān was telling the seven years old Muħammad Jamīl,
“Little gentleman, don’t interrupt when people are talking. Didn’t your ever cheating Ammī told you that ever?”
Then Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān settled back in his chair, lit a cigar, turned to Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ and said,
“As you were saying…?”
But Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ couldn’t go on.
She was looking at the hurt eyes of the child Muħammad Jamīl, and realized suddenly that that wasn’t the first time Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, his ‘father’(?), had slapped him like that.
What a luck this seven years old child, Muħammad Jamīl, has!
If he really had been Durgesh’s son, he would have never been suffering from any degradation.
Durgesh would have broken Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s hand itself for what he had done to his son.
But only because Durgesh wasn’t Muħammad Jamīl’s father, the child was suffering from everything worst for him.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ has seen the skyrocketing facilities Durgesh’s sons get.
Their father is a multi-zillionaire.
He loves his sons immeasurably.
But Muħammad Jamīl hasn’t done anything that could justify his sufferings.
What the hell could Muħammad Jamīl, a seven years old boy do, if his Ammī, Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, hated Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān?
Shouldn’t the Musalmān houseladies, however innocent they are, think of their own children more realistically?
Yes, their own life is itself important.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ never holds it’s not.
But on the cost of their own offspring?
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ couldn’t digest it.
Humiliated, fighting back bitter tears in order to be “a little man” the boy, Muħammad Jamīl, turned away, paused in the doorway to say,
“Excuse me, please,”
Then left the room.
“That’s his Ammī’s influence,” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān explained, “Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, my immensely self-respecting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, believes in discipline from a theoretical standpoint, but she can’t be bothered putting it into practical execution. Whenever Muħammad Jamīl returns from visiting with his Ammī, Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, in Ved Nagar, it’s a job getting him back on the beam. He starts behaving as if he isn’t a Musalmān boy at all, rather a Hindu boy instead. He starts offering Stavans instead of Salawāt.”
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ suddenly saw Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān in his true character.
The indolent, idle, smiling politeness, the affable courtesy of his manner, was a mask.
Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus was right.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān wasn’t as a good man as he presented himself socially.
Beneath the partially contemptuous, partially amused but always deliberate ostensibly polite manner, with which Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān regarded the world, was a sadistic streak, a sadistic inherent behavior, an inherent selfishness that covered itself with a veneer, a layer, of extreme politeness.
Now, Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ could see why Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus deserted Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān.
He wasn’t anywhere in comparison with Durgesh.
Both of them, Durgesh and Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, were immensely successful psychiatrists.
Yet, Durgesh was a grand human being.
The communal Musalmīn were really jealous of their beautiful Musalmān womankind and Durgesh that they always blamed them for their sexual orientation.
In fact, Durgesh was a better, sincere and honest human being too.
Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus was lucky that she could influence Durgesh sexually and could get rid of this beast that isn’t human even now.
Abruptly Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ was on her feet, stunned not only by her discovery, but by the clarity with which her new realization of Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s character came into mental focus.*
My deep voice sent another shiver coursing over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin and made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples tighten in aching need.
Even though it embarrassed her to the core, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah loved hearing me call her that.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned in response, My Uncut Hindu Lund still working at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit, pinching at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes drifted down my body, taking in my stunning, well-muscled Hindu male form and finally came to rest on my crotch again.
I brought my other hand over and undid the button on my jeans.
I teased her as I pulled the zipper down with agonizing slowness, making me hold Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath in anticipation of being able to gaze on my fully erect Hindu monster.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah licked her lips, anxious to spy the Hindu object of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān desire.*
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ said,
“I’m afraid I’m going to leave you now. I have some work that I simply can’t avoid. I have an appointment with a very important patient of mine.”
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān stood up beside her.
“You never told me of that.”
“What do you mean? I am telling you now.”
“Isn’t it rather sudden?” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān looked at her in a disapproved suspicion.
“Sorry, I forgot to tell you that prior.”
“Is there anything I can do?” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān asked looking at her suspiciously.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān hesitated then somewhat, just as he had hesitated for a moment before slapping the child, Muħammad Jamīl.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ felt Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān gathering forces for an onslaught.
“I thought you were stronger. I’m surprised to find out that you couldn’t take it.” It came out without any preliminary whatsoever.
“I couldn’t take what?” Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ found herself now incapable to control even.
What a beast.
He isn’t even repenting that he slapped the child unnecessarily.
He isn’t realizing even now that it wasn’t any discipline at all whatsoever.
It was an outright cruelty instead.
A person that could be so cruel to his own child, what can he do to others.
And she was going to marry this beast?
Well, not now.
“You couldn’t take disciplining a child.” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān smiled curtly, “It was for his own benefit. Why the hell you softies never try to understand it?”
“Why the hell you ‘hardies’ understand yourselves it isn’t being ‘softie’ at all? It’s being humane, just, sophisticated.”
“No! It isn’t nonsense at all. I am not a softie. There are more humane, psychological, just and sophisticated ways of disciplining a child.” Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ said curtly herself now, “Muħammad Jamīl is a sensitive boy. He is already suffering from the unjust cruelty of his Ammī, as you say. Nevertheless, he’s still intelligent and proud. You claim his Ammī was deliberately bringing him up devoid of self-respect. She wanted Muħammad Jamīl to enslave to her. That’s why the court awarded Muħammad Jamīl’s custody to you. Yet, what you yourself are doing?
“You could have waited until I had left and explained to him that it wasn’t gentlemanly to interrupt, then Muħammad Jamīl would have accepted the correction more appropriately.
“You didn’t do that, nevertheless. You humiliated your own son instead in front of me, his potential would be Ammī. You undermined his self respect deliberately, because you don’t think he is your son. Despite your claim in the court you still suspect he is Durgesh’s son. Don’t you?”*
“You’re so ready for it, aren’t you honey?” I said softly.
“Yes Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah replied breathlessly, needily.
I smiled as I hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my boxer briefs and slowly inched them down.
I was teasing her mercilessly, almost doing a striptease for her, as I pushed down the front of my jocks, exposing first the black colored hair of my pubis.
The material inched lower; next exposing the hard rounded ridge where my thick, stiffened Uncut Hindu Lund met my body.
I pushed it down so my Uncut Hindu Lund moved with the material, uncovering only a small fraction at a time of my enormous Hindu length.
Her fingers worked madly over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot, delving inside and retreating back to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit to circle and tease.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was right on the brink of ecstasy, so close to falling over the crest of climax and into the world of orgasm it was maddening.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was desperately trying to hold Herself back but I wasn’t making it easy on her.
Finally, I pushed the material down far enough that the swollen head of my Uncut Hindu Lund twanged free, setting my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund bobbing.
I used a hand to gently pull my engorged Hindu length and tightening balls up as I allowed the waist band of my briefs to come back against my body, tucking them up snugly Behind my balls.
The Hindu male skin stretched taut with the pressure and I slowly began to stroke them, kneading them in my palm.
Not groaning even low in my throat, I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around my hardened Hindu pole and gently began to pull myself off, all the while watching her and what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was doing.
One hand travelled from breast to breast, tweaking and pinching at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hard nipples, squeezing the full fleshy orbs of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s boobs, while the other worked tirelessly on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Stroking, circling, rubbing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned and panted, uncaring that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was acting like the Musalmān sex goddess I kept calling her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her so desperately Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hardly think.
My strokes became longer and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could see the sheen of pre-cum that oozed from the tip.
I used a fingertip to smear it all around the bulbous head, again teasing her at every opportunity, knowing how much Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to lick it off of mine.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard my low voice,
“Mmm, soon honey, soon. But first you have to cum for me. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I want to watch your ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot cream. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I want to see it squirt out of you like I know it will, all over your fingers and all over the sheet. Then, if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I thought it was good enough, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I might let you suck on My Uncut Hindu Lund for a while. Might let you lick off all this immensely tasty Hindu pre-cum that you like so much.”*
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned hard and her fingers redoubled their efforts to bring her to fulfilment.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rubbed her ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit vigorously, back and forth, round and round, always just on the brink of annihilation.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her orgasm build.
It was going to be a big one.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel that strange sensation of all Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s insides being drawn down to the central point of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples screwed up tighter and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s knees involuntarily lifted themselves off the bed as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah arched her back high.
The most primal of sexual sounds issued forth from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat, letting me know Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was seconds away from blowing her top off.
“Oh yeah, that’s it Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, cum for me honey, that’s Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s good young adult Musalmān sex goddess.”
It was just what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah needed to hear to push her over the edge.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips lifted off the bed, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs tensed, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath caught in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s orgasm broke like a flood gate bursting.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt hercum gush out, coating the tops of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs with the force of release and ruining the sheets.
Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body convulsed as the aftermath of the event coursed through her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s limbs twitched and shook.
“Oh honey, that was so good to watch. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I knew you were a squirter.” I told her.
I released my Uncut Hindu Lund as I moved from the foot of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed and slowly made my way toward Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s top half.
I put one knee on the bed near Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s elbow and leant over her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, leaning in to press my hot lips to hers.
My tongue sought access into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young willing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and I kissed her hard.
It was the first overly sexual thing I’d done to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah since our tryst this morning.
My hands didn’t touch her, just my lips, and it was a heady sensation as Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body cooled.
I pulled back from the kiss, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth tried to follow, and I smiled gently at her as I stared into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s extremely beautiful young Musalmān face.
My fingers brushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair back from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face and I gently stroked along Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s cheek to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
I trailed my fingertips along Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s parted lips.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah desperately wanted to take my fingers into her young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and suck on them, to stick Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue out and lick them, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remained still, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kept Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
I smiled at her again, knowing that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remembered what I’d told her last night.
“Mmm, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you are my good young adult Musalmān sex goddess, aren’t you?” I asked her knowingly in my sexy low voice.
I already knew the answer and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t really need to answer me, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did anyway, for the first time looking directly into my eyes.
With a faint tint of rose brushing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s cheeks, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“Yes, Mr. Durgesh,” and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah meant it.*
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I reached down to touch Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s foot.
I lightly stroked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ankle, gliding my hand over the top of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s foot to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s toes.
Then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my fingertips begin to slowly gather the bed sheet into my hand, causing the sheet to slide down her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body centimeter by centimeter.
As my hand gathered more and more of the bed linen, it began to stretch taut as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah held the other end across Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest.
Finally it got to the point where I would have to yank it quite roughly to disengage it from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s death grip.
I tugged on it once gently, making Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands bob downwards on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s boobs.
I smiled at her then,
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah!” I whispered softly.
That one word was enough to make Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s knees shake and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands tremble.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew what I wanted.
Allah! God, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted it too, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was still vainly trying to keep some measure of control.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had told herself this wasn’t going to happen again, hadn’t she?
Shouldn’t Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah at least put up some token of resistance?
My hand let go of the bunched fabric and slid under the cover, my fingertips finding Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ankle again and stroked along the arch of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s foot, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s toes curling as it faintly tickled.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breathing had quickened and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pressed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs together in an effort to stop their trembling.
“Mmm, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I whispered again and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was fighting a losing battle.
My Uncut Hindu Lund went hard as I stared at her, knowing that in the end I was going to get what I wanted.
As I saw Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands release the sheet I smiled broadly at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and removed my hand from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s foot.
Regathering the sheet, I pulled it slowly down her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body once more.
Inch by inch Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the cloth slide over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin, rubbing across Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples in a constant measure which set the buds peaking high.
The material caressed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin on the way down, light as a feather, and brought goose flesh rising to the surface.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shivered in response, knowing that soon Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts would be exposed and wondered where I would stop?
The sheet moved lower, uncovering Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bare Musalmān breasts, and came to rest on the sensitive flesh on the underside of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Musalmān boobs.
I paused, taking in the fine sight of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hard nipples and full Musalmān breasts.
“Mmm, so naughty,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard me whisper before the sheet started its downward journey again.
It slid along Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s flat stomach, inching its way lower, until it paused again at the top of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips.
It was as if I was savoring the torture of exposing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s excellent naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to my eyes, making her squirm in not only embarrassment but anticipation too.
I let go of the sheet and Bent down a little, using both hands to caress Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s feet.
Gently taking hold of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ankles I slowly pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs apart.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah resisted, trying to keep Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s knees together, but inexorably Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s knees eventually had to follow the rest of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs.
I pushed them wide, ensuring that, when I finally drew the rest of the sheet off Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot would be on full display.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was panting, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit twitching like mad.
The slow torture of being uncovered, naked and vulnerable had the blood pulsing in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān veins.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was aroused beyond measure.
The sheet fell down between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs, filling the void where Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs had once been, the material lightly caressing over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s pubis and throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.
It was very stimulating and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s moist center throb with need.
It crept lower, exposing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips and lower abdomen, sliding down until the small triangle of hair was peeking over the hem of the sheet.
And there it stopped.
“Are you horny, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt asked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah in my low voice. “Is your ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot aching and wet?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was chewing on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bottom lip, praying that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wouldn’t have to answer me.
“Say it, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Be brave enough to admit you need me immensely inside you. You love it. You are too crazy for me.” my soft deep voice ordered her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah closed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the blood creeping up Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s neck and infusing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face with color.
Allah! Dear God, how was it that Durgesh could do this to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?
Treat her like this, speak to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah like this?
And what’s more, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wasn’t offended by it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wasn’t upset by it.
No, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah actually craved it.
It was like Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t get enough of it.
Being treated like a horny Musalmān sex goddess set Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s blood pounding in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ears and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah secretly enjoyed being taken control of and used however I liked.
What was wrong with her?
She’d never experienced anything like this before.
Hell, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was reasonably well versed in sex, but this?
This was something new and exciting and it thrilled Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah to the core.
So, that’s what every Musalmān Beauty, every beautiful Musalmān houselady, experiences with Durgesh?
Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!
Isn’t it unique?
They are doubtlessly correct when they say:
Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah swallowed the lump of embarrassment in her throat and opened her eyes again, looking up into my face.
“Yes, Mr. Durgesh,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whispered, loud enough so I would clearly hear her.
That predatory smile broke across my lips again as my eyes devoured her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.
“Play with your Musalmān nipples for me, my little Uncut Hindu Lund-tease Musalmān Beauty. Show me how you like to be touched,” I said.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach flipped over again and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands shook noticeably as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shifted them slowly towards Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t believe it.
I was going to stand there watching Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah play with herself!
Yet, gently, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cupped her breasts in her hands and used her forefingers to tease her nipples erect again.
The color hadn’t left Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could still feel it burning, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was sure it was only going to get worse but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes never left my face.
When Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples were hard points of tightened skin, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah slid them between her forefinger and middle finger, clamping down on them with a scissor action.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard herself moan softly and thought to Herself, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah can’t believe I’m actually doing this!
It felt so good.
And knowing that I was standing there, watching her, liking what I saw, only made it better.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moved her hands and used Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s thumb and finger to squeeze down hard on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples, inhaling a sharp breath as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did, and then moaned again, this time louder.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips had started to rotate gently Behind the sheet; tiny little circles that barely shifted the material, but made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips glide against one another, causing a small amount of friction and oh so much pleasure.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my Hindu male fingertips glide along Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s calf, past Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s knee and upward along the inside of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Musalmān thigh.
Allah! Oh God, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought, Durgesh is going to touch Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot.
But an inch from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s burning center, my hand stopped.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whispered pathetically, wishing I would put her out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s misery, wanting me to touch her more, but I didn’t.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my fingers begin a walking motion on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s thigh, and gently the sheet slid down those last few centimeters to expose Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s slippery lips.
My hand stroked deeper between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs, pushing the sheet down onto the mattress so it rested between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs.
It formed a little “U” in the valley of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s parted limbs and left Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot fully open to carnal viewing.
My fingertips brushed ever so lightly against the small triangle of hair on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Musalmān pubis and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped wanting the pressure to increase but it didn’t.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard me inhale deeply, savoring the ever fragrant Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān scent of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s sex ready body, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shivered.
“Touch your ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot for me Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I said.
And though I said it softly Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah never mistook it for a request.
It was an order and one I expected her to carry out without delay.
By now at least Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had accepted the game, I was the one who knew all the rules and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was the one who was still learning.
But Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was a quick learner and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew at least one of the rules already, when I ordered something like that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did it, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah always answered me.
“Yes Mr. Durgesh, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s voice squeaked.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat parched from panting to heavily, as one hand travelled from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breast down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach and to the crest of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s pubis.
Slowly… lightly, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah slid one finger over the mound and downward, skimming over the top of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit and along Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s slit.
It felt so incredibly good.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so hot and wet that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned loudly as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah used Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s juices to moisten Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s finger and slid it back up to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.
Gently Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah began to tease Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s sensitive bud, circling it delicately with a single fingertip.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panting increased and so did the speed with which Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah fingered herself.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pressed down hard on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit before circling it again and again, press circle, press circle.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah slipped her fingers lower and dipped them inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s slick Musalmān hole, but always came back to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips had begun to thrust again, grinding against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s digits trying to keep a rhythm that would bring her to climax soon.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was moaning constantly, sighing and breathing heavily, and all the while I stood there and watched her getting off, knowing that this is what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was doing last night when I walked past Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bedroom door… and no doubt, knowing that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had been thinking about me as well.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes kept fluttering closed, though Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to keep them open, but the pleasure was steeling away Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ability to remain alert.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s orgasm fast approaching, racing toward her like a runaway train.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hear her breathing getting heavier.
A low groan from my throat forced her to open Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes so Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could look at me.
One hand was slowly stroking my hard Uncut Hindu Lund through my jeans, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could just barely make out the engorged outline of my erect Uncut Hindu Lund as it lay along my right hip.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah chewed on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bottom lip, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes riveted now to my stroking motion.
My Uncut Hindu Lund immediately slowed, timing the movements to my stroking hand, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whispered, thinking how much Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted my hard Uncut Hindu Lund inside her again.*
After the incident at the bbq, the party at my house, I was cautious going to the office on Monday.
She talked with me after the party, after we got home.
Talked to me in the bedroom with the door closed, we talked for over an hour.
Then I called her on Saturday too.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said nothing to Muħammad Jamīl about the conversation…just smiled at him, knew Muħammad Jamīl was beyond curious and apprehensive.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār also dressed super hot on Saturday when we went out to dinner, openly smiled at me in the restaurant.
She was becoming the ‘new’ her, she was becoming the Mistress she was actually to Muħammad Jamīl.
Monday morning at work Muħammad Jamīl felt all eyes on him.
They weren’t actually, but it felt like it to him.
Muħammad Jamīl didn’t see me all day.
My office was a floor up from that of Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl worked in the accounting office.
He rarely saw me.
At 3pm I called Muħammad Jamīl…had my secretary call and told Muħammad Jamīl I wanted to see Muħammad Jamīl in my office.
Muħammad Jamīl’s throat choked up.
Muħammad Jamīl felt his face turn red, felt dizzy as he stood and walked to the elevator…
“Sit down.” I closed the door behind him.
Muħammad Jamīl sat across from my desk.
“This is awkward…Muħammad Jamīl, I guess you know what this is about. Muħammad Jamīl, I know you know what happened at my house last Friday.” I stared at Muħammad Jamīl.
Then I just said it.
“I’m going to start fucking your immensely unsatisfied innocent Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife. You shouldn’t have married anyone until you couldn’t satisfy her sexually. If you want to divorce her, you’re most welcome.” I smiled.
Muħammad Jamīl never thought I had to say him anything like that.
“I never thought anyone can say it to a husband.”
“Husband?” I watched him gravely, “My dear friend, don’t you really realize you can’t be a successful husband as you are now? You need a grave sex therapy. You must have seen some competent sex therapist before going through any marriage whatsoever. You are an intelligent person, otherwise. I respect my colleagues. You top them intellectually. But marriage needs something more than intellect only.”
“Sir, I respect you very much for such respectful kind words to me. I wasn’t as incapable sexually as I am now becoming day by day.”
“I understand, but even if I start your sex therapy today it would take a long time.”
“Sir, when I married Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, I was quite capable to satisfy my sex partner.”
“How do you know that?”
“A thoroughly competent immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young woman loved me very much. I always had an erection for her.”
“Oh,” I looked at him affably.
“She wanted to marry me, but she already had a premarital sexual relationship with you,”
“I’m sorry for that, my friend. They just keep offering themselves crazily to me. I can’t humiliate them by refusing their immensely loving offer and the ultimate honor they keep bestowing on me. I have to honor their ultimate intimacy they are so obsessed to have with me.” I smiled at him, “Don’t you too think gravely I haven’t another moral, humane and intellectual option, except to honor their immensely irrational obsession to me, if despite my insistent and persistent explanations they keep repeating their equally insistent and persistent loving offer of ultimate intimacy with me?”
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Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gingerly made her way back to her room, rummaging in her suitcase for her bathers.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pulled that black set of lingerie from her case as well and laid it out on her bed for later.
Donning Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bikini, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wrapped a sarong around Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips and headed out the back to the pool.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was already waiting for her.
The pool was glorious.
It was set along the side of the house, out the back door and around to the left a little.
It was why one couldn’t see it from the kitchen.
It was an average back yard pool, about twelve meters long, and four wide, landscaped with lush palms and plants, and there was a sliding door in the brick work of the house with a curtain hanging across it.
“What’s the door?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked Åāýéshah Abū Bakr curiously.
“That’s Durgesh’s room. He quite often comes out to swim laps in the evenings.”
“Oh right.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah must have sounded a bit dubious because Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed at her.
“Don’t worry, he wears boardies.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah refused to even respond because Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would risk getting herself into trouble.
So Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just smiled and walked to the waters’ edge.
Testing the water with a toe, it was refreshingly brisk, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah unwrapped her sarong.
Not one to take their time getting into water, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took a couple of steps back and ran forward, jumping into the water.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came up gasping for air as the coldness of the water shocked her into some semblance of a normal teenage girl.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr did the same and they both laughed and carried on, splashing and dunking one another.
It was a nice break and for a time there Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah forgot all of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s worries about Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and her Durgesh and the horrific disasters that might ensue if Åāýéshah Abū Bakr ever found out.
After a good hour and a half of swimming, they both thought they better get out.
Their fingers were well and truly wrinkled.
They lay out in the sun for a little while to dry off, chatting and laughing like old times.
Eventually it came time to head inside and for Åāýéshah Abū Bakr to start getting ready for her date.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah went back to her room stripping off Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s damp bikini and sitting down on the bed naked.
After the swim the muscle ache in her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body had diminished a great deal, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt reasonably normal again, though still a little bit tired.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought, it wouldn’t hurt to lay down for a little while and relax.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stretched out and pulled the sheet up to cover her, fully intending just to lay there and relax, maybe stare at the ceiling, but the next thing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was being shaken awake by Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.
“You’re never going to get over your jet lag if you keep going to sleep Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. Its seven o’clock, you should wake up now or you’re going to be up all night instead.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah grumbled something unintelligible and pulled the sheet up over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed at her.
“Suit yourself. Vikram will be here soon to pick me up. Are you sure you don’t want to come out with us?”
“I’m certain.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah grumbled. Being still half asleep made it easier for her to slip up. “Don’t worry, Durgesh said he’d look after me.”
“He will.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr agreed thinking nothing of it. “But I’m going to make sure Durgesh feeds you. You’ve eaten practically nothing since you arrived.”
“I’m fine, you just go out and have fun.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said still from Behind the sheets. “And don’t do anything Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wouldn’t do.”
“Which means Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I can do just about anything hey?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said giggling.
“Hey! I’m not that bad.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah protested pulling the sheet off Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head.
“Sure!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr teased still laughing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed too, it was true.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I need your honest opinion.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said then, seriousness in her tone.
“What on?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked rising up onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s elbow.
She quickly undid the buttons on her shirt and opened it wide for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah to see.
She was wearing the baby pink chemise Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had given her.
It contrasted nicely with her creamy skin and hugged her torso and breasts lovingly.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew that color would suit you. You’re going to knock Vikram dead, Hon.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled and did up her shirt again.
“Thanks Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. It took me a while to decide which color to wear tonight.”
“Either would have been great!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told her, “but he’s gonna love that one. It’s so feminine, it suits you.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s smile got bigger and her face flushed a little.
“Now get out! I reckon I can still sneak in another ten minutes snooze time before I really have to drag my butt out of bed and be a real girl.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed as she grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s pillow and bopped her on the head.
“Fine! But I’m leaving the door open so at the very least you have to get up to close it.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah poked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue at her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hear Åāýéshah Abū Bakr giggling all the way down the hall.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed and rolled half onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s front, tucking the pillow back under Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head and hugging it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hear Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and My muffled voices drifting back to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s room.
My voice was so low Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t quite make out what I was saying but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hear Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s replies clearly.
“Yeah, she’s awake, she’ll be out soon.” Low rumbling words. “Yeah I know, just make sure she has something to eat, she’s practically eaten nothing since she arrived!”
That wasn’t entirely true, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had eaten something, of course it wasn’t food but it was still delicious.
There came more low words.
“Probably not, I think I would stay over at Vikram’s tonight, unless you want me to come home?”
“Cool. Okay, I’ll see you in the morning. Well, probably before lunch anyways.”
Something was said and Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed.
“I’m always safe Durgesh. And Vikram is a good guy. I think you entire Hindus are better guys for us Muslimahs than the ever over possessive, comparatively uneducated/under educated criminal/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn mankind of us. That’s why now we entire Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān houseladies prefer Hindu lovers/husbands for us nowadays on Pseudo Musalmīn.”
There was a knock at the door and Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s voice travelled back to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“All right Durgesh, see you later, love you.”
She must have come to the hall way entrance, and called out,
“I’m going now Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah! I’ll see you tomorrow!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned loudly,
“Would you go already?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah yelled back smiling.
“Bye! Have fun!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard the front door open and close and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach did a back flip as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought, alone again!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah should get up.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was wide awake after all.
But Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just couldn’t bring herself to climb out of the warm cozy bed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was still laid half on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s front under the light cover, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts pressed into the crisp warm sheets, a leg parted and the other straight so Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was agape and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit just faintly touched the sheets.
If Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips down a fraction Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could grind Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit against the mattress and ease the tingle that seemed almost constant lately.
Closing her eyes again Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah slid her hand down under the covers and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cupped her breast, squeezing her nipple her fingers.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pressed her hips into the mattress, grinding Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit against it and moaned softly at the feel.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was beginning to moisten and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to touch it so badly, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew the door was open and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shouldn’t tempt fate so much.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah got the sudden sensation of being watched and opened her eyes to stare at the door.
I stood there, leaning against the door frame, my arms folded over my bare chest.
I was still in jeans.
Whether they were the ones I’d supervised mowing of the lawn in or a new pair it didn’t matter.
They hugged my hips and legs so nicely, showing off my ever utmost impressive Hindu bulge to perfection that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had to swallow.
The light from the hall shone on my back casting my features in shadows and all Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could make out was my gleaming eyes and that predatory ever sexy utmost lewd yet still miraculously sophisticated Hindu smile.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I hope you’re not touching yourself again.” My low soft voice broke the silence. “That would be naughty. It’s what got you into trouble the first time.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah discretely tried to shift her hand away from her breast and I smiled at her again as I saw Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s movement.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I thought so,” I said as I pushed myself off the door frame and came towards Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rolled onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s back and clutched the top of the sheet to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t know why.
I’d already seen Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pretty much naked before now, but it made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah feel a little more secure.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t tear her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes away from my Hindu bulge, as I stopped near the end of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed.*
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār sat on the edge of the chair.
“Come on, baby…you know that felts good. Oooooo, Mama’s little boy…I love doing this for you.”
Her ‘reward’ chair, that’s what she called it.
She usually sat in that chair when Al Ħafsah Al Nisār played with Muħammad Jamīl’s little cut Musalmān nūnī or watched Muħammad Jamīl masturbate.
Muħammad Jamīl was standing in front of her, hands behind his back as she insisted on when she gave Muħammad Jamīl his reward.
Muħammad Jamīl gripped his asscheeks tight, spread them slightly.
She held Muħammad Jamīl’s little cut Musalmān nūnī just below the head in her right hand.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār held it between her thumb and second finger.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār ran the tip of her index finger around the head…ran it over the hole.
Muħammad Jamīl whispered, moaned.
She drove, made him crazy for her like this, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār knew it…
“Ah, that’s it…yes!” Muħammad Jamīl started to get hard.
She took his chastity tube off, tossed it to the floor; it sat on the floor next to her chair.
“Come on, baby. Muħammad Jamīl, I know you love this…and Muħammad Jamīl, I know you love me. Tell me.”
“I love you, I really do…” Muħammad Jamīl said through his tears.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār smiled up at Muħammad Jamīl.
Five minutes ago Muħammad Jamīl was on his knees, facing the front door, naked with a pile of clothing roughly tossed into his mouth.
She was standing over Muħammad Jamīl, glaring down at him. Scolding Muħammad Jamīl for a jealous fit, yelling at him for questioning her.
“You fucked up little shit…do you want to leave??? Do you??? There’s the door, little boy. You and I both know that you’ll come back, that is if you have the balls to leave…begging me to take you back. Do you think another woman, any real woman, wants a little submissive like you? That little cut Musalmān nūnī of yours is no bargain, baby…do you think you could ever be so fucking lucky as to find another Mistress like me, one that know your sissy little perverse desires? Do you??!??”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār slapped the side of Muħammad Jamīl’s bearded Musalmān face so hard Muħammad Jamīl cried out.
She kicked him on his buttocks with both of her feet nonstop, alternatively with her right and left foot, somewhat for one hour, mercilessly, scornfully.
She always kicked him thus with her feet nonstop until her wrath on him didn’t subside.
He always tried to kiss and lick her feet asking for her forgiveness until she kept him kicking scornfully, ruthlessly.
“Put your fucked up clothes on and leave!” She opened the door…anyone walking by could clearly see Muħammad Jamīl kneeling naked at the door…”Do it…fucked up, get out!!”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār slapped Muħammad Jamīl again.
Muħammad Jamīl began to cry, sob heavily…started to beg her to forgive him, to please forgive him…
Muħammad Jamīl questioned her.
Asked her why she had to do whatever Durgesh wanted.
Muħammad Jamīl asked her why she now had not only to see Durgesh once or twice a week but now see Durgesh whenever else I wanted her too, why she had to see more Durgesh than just Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl was so jealous he lost control.
Muħammad Jamīl asked why she had to go sometimes three four times a week.
She went to the closet, Muħammad Jamīl knew what she was going to do.
Muħammad Jamīl asked her not to do it.
He said he loved her and missed her when she was gone, worried about her.
She took the clothing out of the drawer, walked to the front door and threw them down on the floor.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār screamed at Muħammad Jamīl to dress and leave, screamed so loud Muħammad Jamīl thought the neighbors could hear his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār.
Muħammad Jamīl knelt in front of the door, started to cry.
Tried to explain.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār slapped Muħammad Jamīl, slapped Muħammad Jamīl hard.
Muħammad Jamīl broke down, cried so hard…begged her not to make him leave.
She walked to the reward chair, sat and watched Muħammad Jamīl sob.
“Muħammad Jamīl, I know this is very hard for you. That’s all part of it, baby. Muħammad Jamīl, I know you know that. And Muħammad Jamīl, I know you can handle it…it is our life. Tell me you know that.”
“I know that, Ma’am.”
“Good. I want to help you through this. It is important to me. I love you. I love what you are to me…for me. I’m going to help you with all of it. You know that. Come and stand for me. Come here, baby.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār sat forward on the edge of her chair.
“That’s a good boy, that little cut Musalmān nūnī is standing up as best it can.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār laughed.
“Muħammad Jamīl, J know that feels you real good. Let me do the real special thing for my baby…the special secret he doesn’t know about”, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār leaned forward…”Well?” She was inches from his semi erect little cut Musalmān nūnī…
“Please, please…oh…Please…do it, please Ma’am,…please,”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār smiled up at Muħammad Jamīl, “Our sexy little secret, baby…”, and then put it into her mouth.
As Al Ħafsah Al Nisār sucked Muħammad Jamīl slowly Muħammad Jamīl closed his eyes, could feel the tears on his cheeks.
The pile of clothing still at the door…the front door Al Ħafsah Al Nisār pushed closed…standing in front of her now… Muħammad Jamīl started to cry again, softly…Al Ħafsah Al Nisār sucked Muħammad Jamīl to the point of complete erection…standing with his hands behind his back holding both cheeks of his rear open…the position she insisted on for reward time…naked in front of her, completely naked in her home, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār clothed…in control…Muħammad Jamīl never wanted to leave her, ever… Muħammad Jamīl wanted to please her…please her…
“If Durgesh knew I did this for you he’d be upset with me…and probably you too…you know he told me to never do this again for you…” she took her mouth off of Muħammad Jamīl, looked up at him as Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said it…”You really do have a cute little cut Musalmān nūnī, baby…like a little boy…I like that, small…Ammī likes that, can get the entire thing in my hand and all of it in my mouth if I want to. My Anant Muslimātchod Hindu boyfriend, Durgesh, is so much bigger, I don’t want to hurt my little man’s feelings. But Durgesh couldn’t even get his Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund all into my mouth. Durgesh can only get about half of his in my mouth…I hardly felt yours when I reward you like this.”…Al Ħafsah Al Nisār put Muħammad Jamīl back into her mouth…started pumping him slow, driving Muħammad Jamīl crazy, she had Muħammad Jamīl pushed all the way into her mouth, was pumping so slow, driving Muħammad Jamīl crazy…
The phone rang…
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stopped immediately and stood.
Muħammad Jamīl looked at her, felt panic…felt like screaming…’please…don’t stop…please…’ as she walked to the dining room.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār picked up the phone.
She giggled into it…it was me.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said something Muħammad Jamīl couldn’t understand that, then she turned toward Muħammad Jamīl.
“Baby, Muħammad Jamīl, I need you to be a good boy, pick up your clothes, put them back where they belong to, and then I think it would be very good idea if you spent some quiet time in the basement…thought about what happened with your lapse in attitude, your little tantrum. Don’t you? And put that little little cut Musalmān nūnī harness back on…we both know what you’ll do with it off.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stood and stared at Muħammad Jamīl, watched as Muħammad Jamīl locked himself back into his chastity tube.
Muħammad Jamīl knew he could hear his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, telling him to that…
“Yes Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am.” As Muħammad Jamīl went to the door, bent to pick up his pants, shirt and shoes…the ‘outfit’ Muħammad Jamīl get if he walk out the door, the only thing Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said she’d let him take if he left.
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, talk to me, talk to me as if she belonged to me, talk to me as she wanted to see me right now…be Durgesh’s…Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, say…
“Stop, you’re too cruel…I’m not going to say that to Muħammad Jamīl.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār laughed into the phone…turned to Muħammad Jamīl, looked at Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl hurried to the basement door.
Heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, say to me.
“You know, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, I’ll do that for you. Tell her she could be a good girl…or a very bad one..” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār started to laugh. “I like it, set it up, baby. Tell her if she likes she can call me direct here at home to discuss details, give her my phone number. I have rather go to her hotel room, though, might scare me to see my little sissy crawling around here naked. Not all men as open minded as you, Durgesh darling.”
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, laugh into the phone again.
Muħammad Jamīl walked to the basement stairs, could hear his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, talk to her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu lover, Durgesh,…all the way.
In the basement He could hear his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār’s, muffled talking on the telephone, through the floor, on his knees thinking about her…crying, thinking about almost losing her…thinking about his little cut Musalmān nūnī still being semi hard and wanting to cum, locked up in the chastity tube her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu lover, Durgesh, bought for Muħammad Jamīl…but not letting that happen without her permission.
Thinking about what she just did for Muħammad Jamīl, thinking about not losing his submissive edge, the attitude Al Ħafsah Al Nisār loved in him…thinking about being ashamed, embarrassed…about not being able to ever stop doing that…thinking about only wanting to please her, felt her hand reward him.
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The first time we were together was at our company bbq at my house, Ashvinātam.
They were at a huge party, enormous of people there.
Many of them were my clients.
When I met Muħammad Jamīl’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī luscious Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, for the first time, I could tell I liked her, openly complimented her on the shorts she was wearing.
They were short to say the least and tight.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār always dressed much sexier than most Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies, not openly slutty but hot.
The entire time at the party I paid a lot of attention to her and after being there several hours Muħammad Jamīl noticed the two of us had disappeared.
Muħammad Jamīl went into the house to see where’d we gone off to and after wandering around, going near the basement door, Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī luscious Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār.
Muħammad Jamīl heard her laughing, softly, seductively.
Yet, Muħammad Jamīl didn’t thought anything of it, though others were downstairs.
Muħammad Jamīl walked down the stairs and came up on me and Muħammad Jamīl’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī luscious Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār.
Her back was to Muħammad Jamīl.
My hand was clearly on her gorgeous glamorous perfectly round firm heavy pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
She was leaning up against me and she was telling me she’d love to see me again.
She was giggling like a girl.
Muħammad Jamīl could see my hand up under her blouse, on her right breast.
When Muħammad Jamīl walked down she quickly pulled away, yet he saw my hand fall out from her top.
Muħammad Jamīl couldn’t believe what happened next.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stared, more glared at Muħammad Jamīl.
“Are you spying on me?” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stood next to me.
“No dear.” Instead of her, Muħammad Jamīl himself stammered …”I just wondered what happened to you.”
She moved slightly closer to me.
“Well now you know, I’m talking with Durgesh….was talking with Durgesh until you interrupted us.”
Her hair was messed up and Muħammad Jamīl saw for the first time my fly was down…and my Uncut Hindu Lund bulged in my pants.
Muħammad Jamīl plainly saw the Hindu hard-on I had.
“We’ll be done here in a minute. Would you be a good husband and get my purse…my makeup is in it. Don’t come back down here…just leave it at the top of the stairs. Hurry along, baby…I’ll be upstairs to join you in a minute. Go!”
I smiled at Muħammad Jamīl.
She watched as Muħammad Jamīl, shocked by what Muħammad Jamīl had walked in on, just mumbled “Yes, dear.”
Muħammad Jamīl went back upstairs, stunned.
Throughout the rest of the party Muħammad Jamīl was like a zombie, just sort of going through the motions.
He wasn’t sure but thought Muħammad Jamīl’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī luscious Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, had just done something she’d never done before, had just been playing with me in my home basement.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said nothing to Muħammad Jamīl the rest of the party about it.
I too ignored Muħammad Jamīl.
I said as we both came back upstairs.
“I like your wife, a lot. A real lot.”.
Muħammad Jamīl heard her giggle, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār looked back at Muħammad Jamīl.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said nothing.
When we left the party Muħammad Jamīl was embarrassed to see me kiss her on the lips as we left.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār still said nothing.
Until they were in the car on the way home.
“I’m going to see Durgesh again.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār sat and calmly watched the scenery go by, as they drove home. “He touched something in me, turned me on like you haven’t been able to do ever. You’ll get used to it.”
She watched Muħammad Jamīl, as Muħammad Jamīl started to cry.
“Muħammad Jamīl, Durgesh told me you were submissive to me. I told Durgesh I decided a long time ago I can see others if I wanted to. I think that shocked you…he’ll get used to it. Muħammad Jamīl, I told Durgesh you’ll get used to it too…I’ll help you through it, baby. You’re my husband.”
She moved closer to Muħammad Jamīl.
“And you know you will get all hot and bothered thinking about the things I do for Durgesh, all the sexy little things I do with Durgesh, baby…come on, you’ve been a submissive little fuck for me for some time. I know this turn you on. Durgesh is perfect! He’s the one we’ve both been fantasizing about and looking for.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār reached down and started playing with Muħammad Jamīl…”Oooooooo, see…it makes your little dick want to get hard, doesn’t it.” She moved close to his ear…
“Durgesh didn’t fuck me, if that’s what you’re worried about. I wouldn’t do that on the first date baby, I’m not a whore, not yet anyway.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār laughed. “On the second date, for sure, I can’t wait. Durgesh did go down on me, he was so hard, he had to cum…what else was I had to do. I couldn’t very well say ‘no’, could I? He did that thing all men do; he had that huge wet spot at the top of his Uncut Hindu Lund. I had my hand on it when you walked in. You came down just as I was about to take it out of his pants. And he was so cute…he requested me to suck it.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār smiled as she was talking, thinking out loud…”He’s a real good kisser, got me all wet.
“Durgesh got rock hard as soon as he kissed me, Muħammad Jamīl, I mean rock hard, not like you, took me in his arms and I felt his Uncut Hindu Lund up against my leg. But Muħammad Jamīl, I told Durgesh he wouldn’t fuck me, not until we had a proper date. Told him I wanted to be alone with him, could get all messy and not have to worry about going back upstairs to a house full of guests. So I sucked Durgesh. Muħammad Jamīl, I told Durgesh Muħammad Jamīl had hurry, I went to my knees and made Durgesh cum in to my mouth real fast. He was very pleased, baby, very pleased. You know I’m real good at that, even when I don’t take my time.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār pinched Muħammad Jamīl through his pants. Oooo, your little cut Musalmān nūnī is getting hard, Mama can feel it!”
She unzipped Muħammad Jamīl’s pants, put her hand inside.
“And Durgesh is big, not like you. I couldn’t get him all in my mouth like I can have in my hand your little thing.”
She covered Muħammad Jamīl’s semi erection with her hand.
“I couldn’t get Durgesh’s Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund all in my Musalmān mouth, baby. He’s real big. I like that. You should be happy for me; Muħammad Jamīl, I have found a real man for me. You know you got all turned on by talking about that before, fantasize Mama with a real man.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār laughed, loud…”Durgesh is the one, baby!”*
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled.
“I meant to ask, how is your Ammī doing?”
“Yeah, she’s good. She’s still with Abbū, and much happier I think, getting rid of nonstop criticism from the ever communal Pseudo Musalmīn.”
“You only think?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah queried.
“Well it’s hard to tell. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t really know what she sees in Abbū. To tell the truth actually he’s such a dork. But I guess he gives Ammī something Durgesh couldn’t. Her lost respect in our Ummat-e-Muslimah. But Durgesh’s way cooler.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah giggled.
“Yeah, but you’re biased. You have to think Durgesh’s cool.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr giggled along with her,
“True, but he’s much better looking too.” She slipped in a jibe at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s expense watching her blush again.
“Åāýéshah Abū Bakr!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whined.
“Oh relax, I’m just making fun. You know Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I would never tell another soul.”
“Tell another soul what?” A dominant male voice said from behind them.
It sent a massive shiver up Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine and suddenly Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had lost her appetite.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah put her half eaten sandwich down and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah glanced sideways at Åāýéshah Abū Bakr, glaring at her.
She laughed at me again,
“Oh nothing Durgesh, just a private joke.” She told me.
“I see,” I said, a teasing quality in my voice too. “You were talking of Hindu boys, don’t you?”
“Durgesh!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr moaned, trying not to smile. “You are so out of date! We don’t talk about ‘boys’ anymore, we talk about experienced Hindu men now!”
“You stay away from them,” I said, trying to sound gruff, as I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of juice out for myself. “They’re bad news. Boys one can handle, men one can’t … well not unless you know them really, really well…”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could almost hear the “Hey Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” pinned on the end of the sentence that had been left off and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the blush creeping up Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr giggled at me again and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah elbowed her in the ribs.
“Ow!” She squealed and poked her tongue at me laughing all the harder.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was amazed at the ease with which Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt was handling the situation, when just my proximity to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sent Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s blood racing through her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s heart rate was skyrocketing.
It was like nothing was different, like nothing had happened last night at all.
Was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah not even memorable?
Was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah so bad that it was so easily forgotten, so easily brushed aside and made light of?
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled lamely but said nothing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah still hadn’t turned around to look at Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, scared Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would embarrass herself even more if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did.
“Oh come on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” my voice said to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, sounding much closer to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s side. “We’re just teasing love. Don’t take it too seriously, life’s too short.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my fingers brush against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair as I grabbed a lock and gave it a quick tug.
Then my hand fell to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulder and I gave it a meaningful squeeze.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s heart stop as a shock of electricity ran right through her.
“You need to relax honey.”
“Yeah, sorry Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I didn’t mean to make fun of you so much.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said sobering as she realized how embarrassed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was.
“S’okay.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Mumbled. “Don’t worry about me, I’ve had worse. It’s cool.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to brush it off, tried to relax but it was hard.
Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt’s touch was like lightning.
It shot through her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body and ignited a fire of wanting between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs.
Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!
What a man!
What a miraculous amazing man.
What a fantastic fucker of Musalmān Beauties.
No doubt the entire Musalmān Beauties, the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are crazy to fuck Durgesh ever.*
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār took her hand off Muħammad Jamīl…went back to her side of the car.
“You’re not going to cum baby…we both know that makes you an unmanageable less than submissive little fuck.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stared at Muħammad Jamīl. “Put your hand inside your pants!”
Muħammad Jamīl did as Al Ħafsah Al Nisār told him.
“Don’t you dare cum, baby. Just play with yourself. Now tell me you want me to fuck your Hindu boss, the utmost infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh. Come on; tell Mama…you can do it.” She glared at Muħammad Jamīl…”Tell me!”
She turned her body toward Muħammad Jamīl, put her arm on the car seat, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stared hard at Muħammad Jamīl.
“I want you to fuck my Hindu boss, the utmost infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh, Ma’am,…I do, please fuck my Hindu boss, the utmost infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.” Muħammad Jamīl’s face turned bright red…”please, please, please…”
Muħammad Jamīl started to cry.
“Okay.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār laughed, laughed out loud. “Good, real good Pseudo Musalmān boy, I’m glad you want me to be with your Hindu boss, the utmost infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh…because I too want to be with Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu . He’s hot. He makes me want to go to him now. I’m going to talk with Durgesh later, on the phone. He told me to call him, gave me his cell number.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār looked out the window.
“And he fucking makes me laugh, the man said funny things, that’s important to a woman. Had me laughing as soon as he got into the kitchen, before he took me down to his basement office, the man is fun. And he can French kiss, go me so wet the minute he grabbed me and put his Hindu tongue in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth…never met a man that kisses like that. And that’s important too; a man should be a good kisser….mmmmmmmm”. She was thinking…”When Muħammad Jamīl, I met Durgesh we both knew…he had that look. Muħammad Jamīl, I got a little wet the moment you introduced me to Durgesh, felt it then.”
That’s when it all started. That’s when Muħammad Jamīl’s life as her real cuckold started.
The rest of the way home Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said nothing.*
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s demeanor wasn’t due to Åāýéshah Abū Bakr‘s teasing.
It was due to her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body going all to pieces again at the mere brush of my fingertips.
I still hadn’t removed my hand, and my thumb was stroking the smooth skin on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulder blade.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was having trouble trying to control her breathing.
“Are you going to finish that?” Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt asked pointing at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s plate and putting my bottle of juice on the table beside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s elbow.
Pulling out a chair, I plonked down beside her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah glanced over at me… and wished to Allah, her God Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t.
The heady scent of fresh cut lawn and fresh male sweat hit her in the face and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s insides turned to mush.
I wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Sweat glistened over my muscular Hindu chest and arms and dampened the waistband of my low slung jeans.
Her stomach rippled as I shifted into a more comfortable position.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head mutely in answer.
She watched me reach across and drag the plate towards me.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah quickly swallowed, scared that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah might actually start drooling.
“Durgesh!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled playfully, her voice breaking in on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s moment. “That’s Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s. If you’re hungry I’ll make you one…” She was half standing as she spoke.
“No, it’s all right, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said quickly. “I’m not really all that hungry… really. Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt may as well finish it for me, I wouldn’t want to waste it.”
I smiled my dazzling smile at both Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Åāýéshah Abū Bakr,
“See she wants me to eat it!” I said for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Benefit more than Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was sure.
I took a big bite out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s sandwich, the sandwich which had just been in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
A shiver wracked her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body at the thought of where my mouth had been and what I was referring when I said ‘it’.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah closed her eyes, praying for strength.
“Are you sure you’re all right Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr asked her, seeing her shiver.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gave a half smile and nodded,
“Yeah, I’m good. Still just a little tired I guess.”
“And cranky,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr reiterated.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah chuckled lamely,
“Yes, and cranky. Just as well I’m not going out with you tonight, I’d be terrible company.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my knee brush against her under the table and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew without a doubt it was intentional.
Last night wasn’t forgettable for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah after all, I was just better at acting than Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was.
“Maybe,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said doubtfully. “Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I still feel as though I’m being a bad friend and neglecting you.”
“What’s this?” Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt asked Åāýéshah Abū Bakr from beside her.
“Oh, Vikram’s taking me out to dinner tonight and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah won’t come along. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I know Vikram won’t really mind…”
“If he’s a male at all, he’ll mind.” I interrupted her. “In fact, I’d be more worried if he didn’t mind.”
“Durgesh!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr warned. “You’re supposed to be backing me up here. I feel bad leaving Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah here all by herself.”
“A-hem?” I said emphasizing the sound and added, “And what am I? Chopped liver?”
It made them both giggle.
“Sorry Durgesh,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr answered. “But you know what I meant.”
“Don’t worry Darling, I’ll look after her.” I told Åāýéshah Abū Bakr as my knee pressed against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s again and I put an arm about Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulders giving them a quick squeeze before releasing her. “I Promise.”
“Thanks Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr replied with a grateful smile.
I’d finished the sandwich and stood, heading for the sink.
“It’s a warm one out there today,” I said, effectively changing the subject, “you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young women should go for a swim, now that I’ve myself finished supervising mowing of the lawn you can take the cover off the pool.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.
“When did you get a pool?”
“Oh, about a year and a half ago.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said.
“And you never told me!”
“I’m sure Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I mentioned it to you.”
“Oh, must have slipped my mind then. Sorry.”
“I guess you’re forgiven, but now that I know, let’s go for a swim.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr looked at the clock on the wall. “Okay, I’ve still got plenty of time.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed,
“It’s only half past three, even if we swam for two hours, you’d still have plenty of time!”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr poked her tongue out at her and said,
Then she too started laughing.*
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Ħafsah Nisār sat down, smiled reassuring Muħammad Jamīl and stared at him.
“You look troubled…Mama’s little boy isn’t getting all jealous of Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, is he?”
Her lipstick was touched up but still somewhat smeared.
Muħammad Jamīl knew it was from me, going down on him upstairs.
Muħammad Jamīl knew when Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said that Muħammad Jamīl had to ‘confess’.
Muħammad Jamīl told her what he was really thinking.
“Ma’am, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Jījū, Durgesh, said you were with the two other Musalmān Beauties last night…”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār quickly put her finger to her lips, shssssss’s him…
“Oooo, you jealous little impotent. That isn’t any of your business, is it?” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār leaned forward on the couch. “How did you find that out??? What me and my boyfriend Durgesh do out of this house shouldn’t concern you.”
“He told me, he brought it up…” Muħammad Jamīl felt his face turn bright red.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār laughed, smiled and looked at Muħammad Jamīl.
“He did, did he?”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stared at Muħammad Jamīl.
“Would you like to play with your little thing, like Mama to let you touch yourself through your cage? Tell me!”
“Yes, please, Mama. Please.” Muħammad Jamīl looked at Al Ħafsah Al Nisār.
“Go ahead, do it while Ammī watches.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār sat back in the chair, and crossed her legs.
Her high heel dangled off one foot.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār had still covered with my Hindu cum.
She was about to make Muħammad Jamīl clean her.
She watched as Muħammad Jamīl played with his shaved balls and little cut Musalmān nūnī in the harness…don’t dare ask to take it off, only Ammī would say when that happens.
“I wasn’t going to tell you about this. You are such a jealous little boy. But if your Hindu father has brought it up, why should I care. He took me for drinks. We met two of his Musalmān ladies clients, pure accident. We stayed and one thing led to another. I could tell that they both wanted Durgesh, flirted with him the whole time in the bar. So could he, I could tell he was getting very turned on by them flirting with him. We went back to the room of one of them, very nice hotel room, way up on the top floor. We got drinks there too…and again, one thing led to another.
“Even Durgesh was surprised, I just stood in front of them and took my dress off…showed them the cute outfit you helped me put on earlier. Muħammad Jamīl, I knew that’s why we were there. They loved the lace top black stockings, baby. And did Durgesh tell you that I told them in detail that I was Durgesh’s… Durgesh’s little Musalmān slut, told them how he sometimes treated me like his Musalmān slut, on my persistent request, however, of course.”
She watched as Muħammad Jamīl stroked his little cut Musalmān nūnī …”
“We teased them a little, I pulled my panties just a little bit…got them real hot and bothered. That’s when Durgesh asked them if they wanted to get fucked in your Ammī’s presence. I sat and watched as they took their panties down. They let them fall to the floor stepped out of them and knelt on the bed.
“One faced me, rear up high on her hands and knees. They each took their turn, Durgesh fucked each of us twice from behind, one after the other. I was so fucking wet, I couldn’t believe it!
“I did it for Durgesh, was happy to please my ever fantastic Hindu man. And then the first one, which I thought was incredible, asked me to suck Durgesh, even after cumming thrice…I looked at Durgesh, he nodded to do it. I did until Durgesh came again. On my knees in the middle of the room, I sucked Durgesh for almost half an hour…was so hot being watched, made wet all over again! Hotel window was open too…we were way up high but I was hoping somebody in another hotel was watching. After all that we left I put my clothes back on and we walked out. Laughed so hard in the all way I think somebody would tell us to shut up…Muħammad Jamīl, I had never done anything like that before…LOVED it! As soon as we got to Durgesh’s car he was all over me. My baby, Durgesh fucked me in the car in the hotel parking lot, couldn’t keep his hands off of me was so turned on. As soon as we got into his car, just took me.
“ Durgesh Fucked me nonstop for over an hour, skirt up over my rear in the front seat, cum soaked panties down around my ankles, rear up high, my face to the window…took me from behind on the front seat. He made me cum twice! He’s real good at that…when I came in the other night I could barely walk, honey. When we got back here he wanted to do it again…the man is insatiable. I was so sore I had to deny him, he was real good about it, didn’t get upset. Muħammad Jamīl, I gave Durgesh a hand job in our drive way. It was the least I could do, couldn’t let him go away all furious with me. You were so nice to be waiting for me. Don’t think I don’t appreciate that.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār leaned forward, uncrossed her legs, put her feet on the floor and leaned elbows on her knees.
“When I sucked Durgesh he watched me, just like I’m watching you now, baby.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stood up and turned her back to Muħammad Jamīl, lowered her sexy ruffled panties…
He could see my huge red hand prints on her perfectly round heavy big Musalmān asscheeks.
“I let Durgesh finish in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth when we were in the driveway.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār put her hands on her hips, looked back over her shoulder,
“Stop playing with that little thing, get over here and lick your wife. Be a good little husband! Got all turned on by talking dirty like that…get over here, baby.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār reached back and spread her gorgeous heavy Musalmān asscheeks.
Muħammad Jamīl hurried to crawl to her.
“Mmmmmm, that’s it, baby…get your face up in there. Do it! I don’t want one drop of Durgesh’s ever precious Hindu cum left on me when I’m finished with you. I haven’t showered yet. There’s still plenty of him all inside me. Might even let you make me cum with that sexy mouth of yours..”
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, start to moan softly as his ever greedy Musalmān tongue worked up over her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and rear.
Muħammad Jamīl felt my dried Hindu cum, matted on her trimmed extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
He could taste me as he dripped out of her…pushing her rear back against his face.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār reached back and spread her cheeks wider with both hands…
“Ooooooooo, Muħammad Jamīl, I know I kept you around for some reason, you are a very good little Musalmān husband! You are so fucking good at that! Yes, baby…that makes Mama felt real good…Oooooooooo…”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār arched her back and pushed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot back onto Muħammad Jamīl’s mouth.
Muħammad Jamīl pushed his nose up into her rear.
Muħammad Jamīl pushed his tongue in and out of her to taste her now, not me.
Then as Muħammad Jamīl thought Al Ħafsah Al Nisār was clean, he could just appreciate the taste of her sweet extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…he dripped out of her gorgeous glamorous perfectly round firm heavy pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass too, as Al Ħafsah Al Nisār spread, my Hindu cum still deepest inside her, ran onto his bearded Musalmān face.
Muħammad Jamīl cleaned her as she cum against his face…felt her hand reach back and take Muħammad Jamīl by his hair.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār held Muħammad Jamīl tight and in place as Al Ħafsah Al Nisār rubs against him.
Muħammad Jamīl could barely breathe as he heard and felt her start to cum, hard.
Heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, say…’my little bitch‘.*
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah flushed scarlet and jabbed her in the ribs.
It was true of course but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had to pretend that it wasn’t, hadn’t she?
“Don’t ever tell anyone Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said that! It was a case of mistaken identity.”
“Don’t worry,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said winking slyly at me. “Your dirty little secret is safe with me.” And she started laughing again.
Allah! Oh God! Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned inwardly as outwardly Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed along with her.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr; Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s dearest friend, if you only knew.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah turned onto her back and threw back the covers a little exposing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s upper body.
“Oooh, they’re nice, where’d you get them?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr asked with interest as she touched the bottom of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lace chemise.
“Hmm? Oh, I got them at a little boutique called ‘Helena’s’. They were on special for sixty percent off! I thought they were deleting the line.”
“Oh pooh!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr grumbled. “Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I would’ve liked to have gotten some of them.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled,
“Have a look in my suitcase, right hand side at the front.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah confused.
“Do you really thought I would only get one when they were going so cheap? You can have any color except the black one.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told her.
Understanding broke and Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled broadly at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah as she jumped off the bed and knelt beside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s suitcase.
Throwing open the lid, she rummaged around a little in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bag.
Finding what she was searching for in no time she pulled a few from the case.
“These have still got their tags on!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr exclaimed in excitement.
“Yeah, well I only got them a couple of days ago, and I haven’t really had the chance to wear them all.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said smiling. “Besides I thought the powder blue and the baby pink would go better with your skin tone than mine.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr grinned,
“Thanks, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr held the panties against her hips, swapping between the colors.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I love them, thank you!”
“Hey what a friends for, if not to find killer lingerie bargains!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said and laughed again, winking at her. “Besides I think Vikram will like them just as much.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Åāýéshah Abū Bakr blush and smiled again.
“So is Vikram here now? Do Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah have to get up and be sociable?”
“No, it’s just me and Durgesh here at the moment. Vikram won’t be back to pick me up until seven thirty.”
“What is the time?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked reaching for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s watch. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at the time and saw it was nearly a quarter to three in the afternoon. “Geez, I’ve nearly slept the whole day away.”
“You must have needed it.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, still looking over her recent acquisitions.
“More than you know.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said and smiled inwardly. “I suppose I should get up and have a shower. I’m still all smelly from last night.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cringed, what the hell was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah doing? The memory of last night was still at the forefront of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was making vague innuendoes about it to Åāýéshah Abū Bakr!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah must have had a friendship death wish or something.
Or maybe like all extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young women Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to share Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s utmost excellent experience of Durgesh with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend.
The only problem was, the experience she’d had was with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend’s Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, and that was definitely something Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t share with her.
Not now, maybe not ever!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat up and winced as pain shot through Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nether regions.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah managed not to hiss at the sudden pain so Åāýéshah Abū Bakr didn’t even notice.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed silently to herself.
This could all get very messy if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wasn’t careful.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was still gathering Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nerve to actually stand, when Åāýéshah Abū Bakr looked over at her and stood.
Making her way to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s door, she said,
“I’ll let you go have a shower. Come out to the kitchen when you’re finished and I’ll have some lunch waiting for you.”
As if by magic, the very mention of food set Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach grumbling.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remembered then that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t eaten anything, well any food anyway, since the meal she’d had on the plane yesterday.
“That sounds wonderful. Thanks Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr left her alone, closing the door after herself and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah breathed a big sigh of relief.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah really needed to be more careful…
What was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah saying?
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah needed to stop altogether.
This was a dangerous game that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shouldn’t have been playing in the first place.
It was all very well to allow something like this to happen once.
But Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was a stronger girl than that, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could control Herself, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had to control herself, for Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.
This would shatter her, not to mention their friendship, if she ever found out.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah resolved, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah slowly raised herself off the bed – to never let it happen again.
Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body screamed in protest at the change in elevation.
The ache in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs, back and ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was intense and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face screwed up in a scowl as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gritted her teeth against the agony.
Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body had never been used so hard before!
A hot, hot, shower was just what the doctor ordered.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah limped over to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s case, pulling clothes out without really looking at them, and grabbed a towel.
The bathroom was a little down the hall and as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made Her way there Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah prayed for salvation as Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body let her know just how badly she’d been mistreated.
But the memory of it still sent shivers down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine.
As Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought about last night, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah imagined Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could still feel My Uncut Hindu Lund thumping into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah from behind.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had to squeeze Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs together to halt the tingle that was developing.
In the bathroom Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah turned on the hot water tap in the shower.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked longingly at the tub. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would have loved to have taken a bath, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t have the luxury of time, and besides Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was in the kitchen making her lunch.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach grumbled again and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed.
Hunger was going to win out.
The shower did wonders for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s aching muscles and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah soon felt almost human again.
Dressing as quickly as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was soon out of the bathroom and headed toward the kitchen.
As Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah neared the door, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah slowed, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of me sitting at the kitchen table with Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.
Allah, God, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was bound to notice the tension between us.
How on earth was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah going to pull this off?
Hopefully she would think Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was still Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah little embarrassed over mistaking me for Vikram yesterday and thought nothing of it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took a fortifying breath and walked into the kitchen. *
As it was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shouldn’t have worried.
Only Åāýéshah Abū Bakr sat at the table, two plates with sandwiches on them in front of her.
“There you are!” She said. “C’mon the breads going to go stale,” she pointed at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s plate.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t need to be told again.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat down and tucked in.
Munching away on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chicken and salad sandwich Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wondered where I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, had gone.
As casually as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked,
“I thought you said Durgesh was here?”
“He is.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr answered pointing at the kitchen window. “Listen.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah turned Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear and listened hard.
The dull thrum of a lawn mower could be heard outside.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t even noticed it until Åāýéshah Abū Bakr brought Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s attention to it.
Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt was out supervising the mowing of the lawn.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed in relief and wondered how long that would take me.
“Doesn’t Durgesh own the HVSI businesses anymore?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah queried Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.
“Of course he does. Why do you ask?” She responded.
“Well, shouldn’t he be at work today? I remember he used to work sometimes Saturdays even.”
“Oh Durgesh hasn’t worked Saturdays in ages now. Geez it’s been nearly two years now. He’s finally taking a bit of time off for himself.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr sighed. “It was one of the reasons Ammī gave about why she had separated from him. I was never home enough.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Åāýéshah Abū Bakr cunningly.
“Do you really believe what your Ammī reasoned her separation?”
“Hell, no.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled gravely, “Nevertheless, I can’t blame her. Almost the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah was criticizing her. Abbū felt so humiliated that he even offered her a clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh with his NOC, NO OBJECTION CERTIFICATE. She had nothing to lose actually.”
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The chief of police interfered now.
“I hope I don’t have to take you into custody for disturbing the peace, Ma’am.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled ironically.
“What a fool you are. You think I came here without anticipating your illegal dirty conspiracy with Muħammad Ůsmān? You idiot, I have an anticipatory bail already against your potential illegal arrest.”
The chief of police was startled.
“Never thought of it?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sweetly, “We know you scoundrels even more than you think. We are prepared for your every illegal attack whatsoever. You fatheaded nincompoop, I know you more than you think. You are just a shill for these gambling houses. I respect the honest police officers. But I know Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim have you right in their hip pockets. What do you think, I’m a damn fool that doesn’t even know the criminal activities of Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim were not possible so arrogantly without your dishonest illegal support to them? You don’t dare to hiccup unless Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim give you permission. Don’t tell me what I can do and what I can’t do!”
“You are using loud and profane language in a public place, Ma’am.” The chief of police said, “If you continue to make abusive statements of that sort in public, I’ll have to take action, despite your anticipatory bail even.”
“Sure, go ahead. For your kind information, damn fool, we have set hidden video cameras here transmitting everything to the media and your higher authorities. Oh, never anticipated that? I know. We have immense faith in your stupidities. I haven’t moved into profanity yet. I’m getting ready to, however. Believe me, dumb ass, when I do that I use some very biting adjectives, and a few nouns that may startle you. You…”
“Just a minute,” I interrupted, “Perhaps I can be of some help here.”*
Muħammad Ůsmān said sweetly.
“Sure, you are most welcome. It was impossible the scriptwriter hasn’t written any dialogue for himself too. Go ahead.”
I ignored him totally, as if Muħammad Ůsmān wasn’t anybody there.
“Ma’am, I think it might be better to control yourself. You never need to let some cheap crooks debate with you. It is somewhat a humiliation for a lady like you. Why make a personal demand while there’s a legal remedy available? I think a written demand made in a more formal manner through an attorney would do you better.”
Muħammad Ůsmān eyed me scornfully.
“Just keep fucking us innocent Musalmīn’s extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies you are good at. You aren’t any attorney any more. You have exploded the entire law you knew once, in the form of your dirty Hindu semen into the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts of our extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Through an attorney? Haha! You know as well as I do that when a guy loses money gambling, he can’t get it back.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed.
I smiled cunningly.
“Can’t he, Muħammad Ůsmān? Are you sure?”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed sardonically.
“You are damn right, my wife fucker, my sister in law fucker, he can’t. Even if the game was crooked, he can’t. He was engaging in an illegal activity and—”
“Careful,” Al Nādir Al Haibat interposed, “Let us put it this way, Muħammad Ůsmān. There are certain contracts that are against public policy as far as the law is concerned. It’s against the policy of the law to raise those activities to the dignity of legitimate business enterprises. Therefore, the courts are not open to persons who have participated in those activities.”
“Never mind all that double talk,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Let’s give it to the multi-millionaire lady straight from the shoulder. Tell her despite her multi millions she can’t get a dime back legally. Durgesh has sweet-talked with her trying to seduce her. She must see herself in the mirror. She is an ever-irresistible Musalmān Beauty for the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. He has fooled her talking with her immensely sweetly making her daydream, just to fuck her too as he is fucking the other Musalmān houseladies that are immensely beautiful. We sympathize with her.”
“That’s right, ma’am.” Al Nādir Al Haibat said with his toothy smile, “I know you are a successful businesswoman. But Durgesh is the most successful Muslimātchod Hindu in the entire history of humankind. He is an ever-incurable Musalmān Beauties fucker, beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker. He has such immense incredible ever-incurable communal obsession to fuck our otherwise decent Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful. You can easily understand how things are in this regard. A person can’t sit in on a game at night, trying to win money, and then come back the next day and say that the activity was illegal. He wants the money back that he’s lost. If he could do that, he would keep all of his winnings, and then whenever he’d lost he’d recoup his losses. Now, Muħammad Ůsmān is in a legitimate business and—I hope our Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Prince Charming, Durgesh, hasn’t fucked you already by talking sweet to you and making you daydream.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sarcastically, patronizing, feigning sympathy.
“You really think your beautiful Musalmān houseladies are as stupid and you Musalmīn are as powerless, as incompetent that Durgesh always succeeds to fuck your Musalmān Beauties, your beautiful Musalmān houseladies despite their inherent chastity and your entire efforts to keep them chaste?”
“Of course, ma’am, that’s what this Anant Muslimātchod Hindu is. You don’t know him exactly.”
“Are you really a damn fool or you are trying to pose yourselves so?”
“The Musalmān Beauties and your beautiful Musalmān houseladies are not as vulnerable as you are trying to pose them, neither you Musalmīn are as powerless.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “The fact is exactly contrary to what you are trying to present. The Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies that are Durgesh’s Live in relationship Partners and beloveds, are frequently interviewed by entirely unbiased, honest and sincere journalists. They tell different stories entirely.”
“A large number of them were framed in first degree murders due to different reasons. Durgesh fought their cases, exposed their conspirators, sent them to jail. The relatives of those conspirators defamed those Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies with Durgesh, even while there wasn’t any such thing anywhere. Durgesh successfully fought the cases of defamation of character on their behalf and was rewarded large monetary compensations even.”
“You mean Durgesh doesn’t have any sexual relationship with our beautiful Musalmān houseladies and Musalmān Beauties?”
“Of course, Durgesh has. Yet they are consensual relationships, not conspiratorial or communal as you claim. You losers are either jealous of Durgesh or yourselves communal trying to defame Durgesh, those Musalmān Beauties and those beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Yet their bonds with Durgesh is as much stronger that the more you tried to defame them the more they loved each other.”
Muħammad Ůsmān and Al Nādir Al Haibat looked at each other.
“Durgesh has already successfully fucked her too.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Forget to save her from the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu scoundrel. No benefit in locking the stable after the horse is stolen.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed curtly.
“I hope you’d prove in a competent court what you are accusing us of when we fight the case of defamation of character against you.”
Muħammad Ůsmān and Al Nādir Al Haibat were furious.
They were suffering from such wrath that they were incapable even to speak.
“They’ve rigged up a deal on my comparatively not so smart husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said, “They had already got him for something over five thousand dollars. I wasn’t willing to let even that ride. Why should I? Al Wājid Al Muħammad promised me that he wouldn’t do any more gambling, but they started in easy last night and lured him into the game. Then they started to take him. Al Wājid Al Muħammad thought his luck was bound to turn and stayed with it and—”
“He could have won,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sympathetically, “if he wasn’t thinking of your unfaithfulness, ma’am. Al Wājid Al Muħammad was immensely afraid of you that you would cuckold him to you and Durgesh in the same manner as my wife Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah has cuckolded me to herself, Durgesh and her younger ever smart sister Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah that kidnapped Durgesh and raped him.”
“Well, I think you ever doubtful Pseudo Musalmīn really deserve that.”
“I see.” Muħammad Ůsmān said curtly.
“Despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s constant advocacy that Pseudo Musalmīn never deserve us Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ innocent faithfulness, we should join her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement, establish her ever dreamed of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, I never succumbed to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. But Al Wājid Al Muħammad never respected my loyalty to him despite his countless shortcomings. He is after Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid grimaced.
“Even if Durgesh hadn’t obliged me, I’d never appreciated your husband. I sympathize with him that he thinks you are cheating him for Durgesh.”
“That’s only a pretense for his gambling and infidelity to me for you.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “The bastard knows very well I don’t have any clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh or anyone else. He has ill influenced my daughters even. I think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is correct. The bastards like Al Wājid Al Muħammad really deserve to be cuckolded. My daughter, Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid…”
Al Nādir Al Haibat said gravely.
“Anyway, there you are, ma’am. Your husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, was trying to win. If he had won, he’d have pocketed his winnings and both of you would have been very satisfied this morning. But he didn’t win, so…”
“So I want the money back,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said. “The game was crooked.”
“You can prove that?” Muħammad Ůsmān asked ominously, threateningly somewhat.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid watched Muħammad Ůsmān scornfully,
“You are damn right, I can prove that. What the hell for do you think I’ve retained Durgesh professionally? However, I don’t need to prove it. You know it was crooked. Everybody here knows it was crooked. You aren’t running this place on the square. Don’t be silly.”
“Those are the words that would lay you wide open to a claim for damages,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “I suggest you be more careful, ma’am.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled triumphantly,
“All I know is that Al Wājid Al Muħammad has last something like fifteen thousand dollars here within the last few weeks and I am not going to stand by and see him robbed until he is legally my husband. It affects not only his, but also my reputation too as well, adversely. Now, are you going to give him the money back or…”
“Definitely, absolutely, positively not!” Muħammad Ůsmān interrupted firmly, “Your husband doesn’t get back a nickel. Moreover, in view of what you’ve just said, and the scene you’ve created here, Al Wājid Al Muħammad doesn’t even get back inside this place. I’m leaving orders with my Årab doorman not to admit him.”
“That’s very nice of you,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sarcastically, triumphantly.
Muħammad Ůsmān was as fuming as he didn’t notice even the sarcasm in her immensely scornful voice.
He continued irately,
“If you’d come to me as a lady and told me that you didn’t want your husband gambling here, Al Wājid Al Muħammad couldn’t have got in last night. However, you never said a word about it. Al Wājid Al Muħammad came and went just any other person and he gambled. He’s a good poker player. He knows what he’s doing but he just happened to have a run of bad luck last night. That’s all there was to it.
“Nevertheless, now you’ve said you don’t want Al Wājid Al Muħammad gambling here, that’s good enough for me. We won’t ever let him sit in another game.”
“Ma’am, I think that’s fair enough.” Al Nādir Al Haibat said, “If you didn’t want your husband gambling, I’m quite certain that Muħammad Ůsmān wouldn’t have wanted him sitting in on the games. I don’t think you ever said a word to Muħammad Ůsmān about not wanting Al Wājid Al Muħammad to gamble. After all, he’s been trying his best to win. You don’t have any legal recourse and…”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid put her hand on my hand.
“Are you sure you’ve taken my case against this crooked outfit?”*
I assured her, pressing her hand.
“I’ve already told you my strategy. Don’t worry. They charge me that I fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies as my fee to save them from everything against them whatsoever the hell it may be. Nevertheless they never charge me I don’t protect them.”
“That’s right, ma’am,” Al Nādir Al Haibat interposed sarcastically, “If you’ve let Durgesh fuck you, you can commit any crime including first degree murder even. Durgesh would never let you punished. That’s guaranteed. Durgesh has already saved hundreds of beautiful Musalmān houseladies who committed first-degree murders of their Musalmān husbands/mankind. Every one of them is now Durgesh’s highly respected Live in relationship partner. Even the Supreme Court has declared them innocent. Their other Musalmān mankind were framed successfully by Durgesh and serving lifetime sentence or have gone to gas chamber.”
I was suddenly startled.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid’s extremely beautiful right Musalmān hand suddenly slipped and, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, it was on my Uncut Hindu Lund without any previous ultimatum.
“Thank you,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was suddenly rock hard.
Nevertheless, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid didn’t remove her palm from there.
I smiled triumphantly at Al Nādir Al Haibat.
“Thank you, counselor. I’m immensely grateful to you. Your false charges on me have compensated me with an immeasurably extraordinary compensation.”
Al Nādir Al Haibat had fallen as if from seventh sky.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid squeezed my Hindu erection once more.
Despite I was already fucking Al Taufīq Al Zāhid; I put my left hand around Al Saåīdah Al Wājid’s beautiful Musalmān waist, pulled her to myself and kissed her on her red crimson welcoming lips.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid returned my kiss immensely indebted to me.
Her arms were suddenly around my neck.*
Everyone, it seemed, was staring at Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
For Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad it was frightening to see that in each person’s eyes, without exception, there was registered a look of horror.
Within thirty minutes, the group, grown larger from the arrival of other members of the Board of Directors, had assembled in the Conference Room.
They stood now in a semicircle, with an opening in the center for two still photographers and two television camerawomen representing the press pool, clustered around the long dark mahogany table.
Once, while waiting, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had asked Al Jalāl Al Tayyab if she had any person more whom she might wish to have witness the ceremony.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab confirmed my arm around her waist, smiled proudly at her husband, Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, and replied confidently.
“Certainly not. If Durgesh is with me, it’s more than even optimum for me.”
Al Zahīr Al Muħammad felt himself immensely insulted.
Yet, he knew he was too powerless to do anything.
Once, minutes ago, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had beckoned to Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad and Al Hilāl Al Tayyab and demanded Al Qur’an Al Karīm.
Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad brought the copy of Al Qur’an Al Karīm and gave it to Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
She still couldn’t believe her Bhābhījān, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, was now the Chairperson of Islamic Chamber of Commerce.
The more Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad hated her Bhābhījān, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, the more Al Jalāl Al Tayyab progressed.
Allah, won’t she ever be punished for what she had done to Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad’s ever loving, ever careful, real elder brother?
Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad found herself still standing next to Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid leaned against the high backed leather chair bearing the tiny brass nameplate:
‘Vice President, Islamic Chamber of Commerce’.
No, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid wasn’t herself Vice President, Islamic Chamber of Commerce.
It was Muħammad Ůsmān still now.
A gambler, a criminal, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid grimaced.
She still could not believe they let it happen.
Allah, how these miracles are taking place after all?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully established Democracy in Saåūdī Årab.
The entire Muslim World couldn’t stop her.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was too shrewd to be defeated by even entire Muslim World.
Entire Non-Muslims supported him, despite his daughter’s so arrogant behavior with the Non Muslimahs.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan openly wanted to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
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Al Taufīq Al Zāhid smiled.
“Walks, for one.”
“Walks?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked feigning innocent ignorance.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid wasn’t interested even a bit in his acting.
She was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Her ever communal resistance against Hindu penetration had already gone to hell as soon as she realized I was available to her.
No doubt Durgesh had the unique penis.
The ever horniest Musalmān Beauties were not crazy for it worthlessly.
Durgesh had unique sexual prowess.
No doubt Durgesh can satisfy the entire womankind even sexually.
He had infinite sexual lust incredibly.
“A customer pays his bill directly at the cash register.” She said herself pushing her ever pink glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap and swallowing my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt nonstop wildly, “The amount of the bill is two dollars and eighty five cents. He gives you a twenty dollar bill. You pretend to be very much interested in the addition on the check. Then apparently something goes wrong with the key on the cash register. You concentrate on that. Eventually you ring up two dollars and eighty five cents; still without apparently paying too much attention to him, you hand him fifteen cents, then give him two one dollar bills, then hand him a five, then look back at the cash register for a minute. Nine times out of ten the man will pocket the change and walk away. If he starts to pocket the change and then stops suddenly, or if he still waits there, you take out two additional fives and give it to him with a smile, then start looking back at the cash register again.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid wasn’t as unaware of Al Nādir Al Haibat’s immensely jealous, immensely greedy stealthy glances on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt swallowing my ever arrogant ever proud Uncut Hindu Cock nonstop, as she was pretending to be.
The ever incurable male animal.
The very same Al Nādir Al Haibat was always heavily critical of Hindus and their ever horny Musalmān beloveds that they were still animals in their human bodies.
He always pretended to be a highly sophisticated ever righteous Musalmān.
He always criticized even the Musalmīn that were criminals and/or criminal minded.
But actually what he himself was?
He was a corrupt attorney himself protecting ever harmful gambling to humanity.
How much he really hated ashvinātam sex was more than obvious from his constant stealthy obsession of gazing Durgesh’s proud Hindu penetrations of her ever glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Yet, he had control enough on himself to comment ironically, feigning sophistication still however.
“You seem to know all the tricks.”
“Sure, working at the place I couldn’t avoid to hear some of them.”
“And you sing?”
“Yes.” She said proudly.
Al Nādir Al Haibat nodded studying the young woman’s miraculously beautiful face sophisticatedly apparently.
Yet, even then he had managed dignified glances on our still nonstop sexual penetrations.
“You have had ups and downs?”
“Mostly downs,” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said, “but I was in there fighting nonstop. I deserve to get the break Durgesh has bestowed on me despite Muħammad Ůsmān’s frantic attempts to frame me. I know now why Durgesh’s Musalmān women are so faithful to him despite the fact that Durgesh is a Hindu. He is honest and sincere to his Musalmān women more than their ever dishonest ever insincere Musalmān husbands and Musalmān mankind. You are jealous of Durgesh and us Musalmān Beauties, but you can’t separate us because no dishonest and insincere communalism can ever replace the ever sincere ever honest love of Durgesh for us. The more you ever dishonest ever insincere communal Musalmīn try to separate us from Durgesh, the more inseparable we are.”
If Al Nādir Al Haibat was angry, he successfully hid his anger.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid led the way.
I was behind her glorious bottom, fucking her from behind.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was too afraid of Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim that she wasn’t ready to come to Paradise Floats if I wasn’t fucking her.
The chief of police accompanied us.
Muħammad Ůsmān, striding forward, was checked by Al Nādir Al Haibat.
Laying a restraining hand on his client’s arm, Al Nādir Al Haibat drew Muħammad Ůsmān back to one side and engaged in rapid fire, low voiced conversation.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid led the way into a room marked Employees, through a curtained doorway.
It had the word Female painted over the top.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid paused before a locker.
I grabbed her waist, pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock until only its head was inside, absolutely prepared for thrusting it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as soon as there was any indication from Muħammad Ůsmān and party of any unfair play.
Muħammad Ůsmān knew how dangerous a weapon my infinite Musalmān Beauties and infinite lovely Musalmān houseladies penetrator Uncut Hindu Cock was when it was visiting any Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
My Kundalini was active.
My infinite bodies were active.
With a simple affirmation now, I could immobilize even a whole infantry.
Muħammad Ůsmān had seen the demonstration with his own eyes several times.
However, he never believed a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and a Stavak Hindu man could do it.
There must be something else hidden behind carefully.
Nevertheless, Muħammad Ůsmān wasn’t a damn fool to take any risk now.
“Open it,” I said.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid fitted a key and opened the locker.
In it, there was a suitcase, a pair of shoes, a suit and a raincoat.
“These all yours?” I asked fucking her once again.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid nodded.
“Do you want to put these things in the suitcase?” I smiled at her possessively.
She thanked me with her eyes for displaying my sexual possession on her.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid knew it was actually a disguised warning to everyone that s/he would have to face Durgesh’s powers if s/he tried to harm her in any manner whatsoever.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid thanked her Allah for her incredible Musalmān beauty and prudence that she approached Durgesh on the right time.
“The things came that way,” she smiled politely at me, “They can go out that way,” she said.
“You have some other things?”
“There’s a stateroom assigned to us Musalmān girls,”
“Only Musalmān girls work here?”
“Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are highly communal. They never believe anyone that’s not a Musalmān. Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim do also belong to the category.”
“But Muħammad bin Qāsim is immensely friendly with his Hindu brother in law, his Hindu Jījū, Prañav Yogendr Divyānand.”
“Sure, they need Prañav Yogendr Divyānand. It doesn’t mean they aren’t communal. Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loved Prañav Yogendr Divyānand. They hadn’t another alternative except to marry them.”
“We sleep there in the stateroom. It’s a sort of dormitory. Al Sādiyah Arraħmān, another girl and I share a stateroom. Muħammad Ůsmān wouldn’t let me get my things out of it last night. I was virtually thrown out.”*
I said gravely,
“Better start packing.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid pulled out the suitcase and flung back the lid.
“I think Al Taufīq Al Zāhid would like some privacy now to prepare to leave this place not to come back. I have to wait with her and—”
I broke off at the startled exclamation from Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.
“What is it?” I asked authoritatively.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid instinctively started to close the lid of the suitcase, then checked herself.
“Let me take a look,” I said.
“I’ll take a look,” the chief of police said, pushing forward.
“What is it, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid?”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid reopened the lid, then pulled forward the elastic that held closed one of the compartments in the lining of the suitcase.
A wad of currency had been thrust hurriedly into this compartment.
“I’ll take this into my custody.” the chief of police said triumphantly.
I moved so that I interposed a shoulder between the officer and the suitcase.
“Why?” I asked the chief of police curtly.
“Why?” the chief of police said sarcastically, “I want to know from where she got this wad of currency.”
“Who are you to ask it?”
“I happen to be the chief of police here.” He said ironically.
“Tell me the law, the section of it that authorizes a chief of police to investigate any money a person have in his/her possession even it’s his/her valid money legally earned by him/her.”
“It isn’t her money.”
“How do you know?”
“It stands to reason.”
“If she had that wad of currency of her own, she never needed to work here as a cigarette girl.”
“I don’t need to.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was looking at me in questioning panic.
Allah! That was the reason she was afraid of Muħammad Ůsmān.
It wasn’t her money.
It was more than obvious that Muħammad Ůsmān had managed to put it there to frame her.*
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Penis entirely into Al Taufīq Al Zāhid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Count it.” I said.
With trembling fingers, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid counted the money.
“Ten thousand seven hundred ninety nine dollars.” she said.
“Good,” I smiled, “We’ll give Muħammad Ůsmān credit for that on the amount of back wages due and our claims against him for defamation of character.”
Muħammad Ůsmān had quietly entered the stateroom with Al Nādir Al Haibat at his side.
Muħammad Ůsmān started to say something, but just then the curtained doorway was flung back with such violence cloth was almost ripped from the guide rings on the overhead pole.
A woman’s voice said angrily.
“Defamation of character, indeed! That’s a laugh—the kettle is calling the pot black, I’d say!”
Her eyes blazed hatred at Muħammad Ůsmān.
“But I didn’t come here to see that husband stealer. Let her take him. The bastard doesn’t deserve any true love, loyalty and faithfulness now. If the impotent thinks a cigarette girl and singer in a gambling yacht is better for him than even a multi-millionaire Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, let him have her. I damn care. I came here to see you, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān. Just what do you think you are doing with my hard earned money that bastard lost to you?”
“Why, Ma’am Al Saåīdah Al Wājid!” Muħammad Ůsmān said, stepping forward and smiling cordially.
Then he glanced at me.
“I should have known you better. You can’t strike masculine ever. Before coming to strike on me, you investigated about my antagonists. You found Ma’am Al Saåīdah Al Wājid is one of them. And you managed her entry here when you are here too.”
“Anything wrong with that strategy?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “Mr. Mayor has promised me to fight my case against you bloody gamblers.”
“So, your husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, is right that you have a clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh?” Muħammad Ůsmān smiled trying to humiliate Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
“What if I do?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “I’m not under eighteen, nor you are my legal guardian. Who the hell are you to ask that question on my personal life? Now, you have charged me being a cheater to my husband. I would take you to the court, to prove what you just said. One more case of Defamation of character against you, stupid. Mr. Durgesh is my attorney too, in both the cases against you.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
He wasn’t prepared for so many legal attacks.
He should have known better than to antagonize me.*
Nevertheless, Muħammad Ůsmān tried to grab the state of affairs.
“This is—that is—we aren’t really open for business yet. I had some people come in and—Come on with me and I’ll buy a drink.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid ignored Muħammad Ůsmān’s proffered hand, said furiously,
“You’ve trimming my husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, in a crooked game here. He does not earn as much money himself as he loses in his damn gambling to you. That’s my money. He told me you took him for ten thousand dollars last night. It was natural I investigated about you. I found out your wife, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, has cuckolded you to herself, Durgesh and her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. I enjoyed the state of affairs, naturally.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
His wife, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, wasn’t so much a problem to him, as her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, was.
She was too cunning that she raped Durgesh himself, kidnapping him.
It wasn’t an easy task.
Yet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had done it successfully.
Once, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah loved her husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, very much.
But, now even Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah fucked Durgesh in front of Muħammad Ůsmān’s own very eyes and made Muħammad Ůsmān to clean her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, licking it, after she fucked Durgesh.
Muħammad Ůsmān had to lick not only his wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
He had to lick her gorgeous Musalmān ass as well, after Durgesh fucked Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah in her ass too.
Then he similarly had to lick her sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt and ass as well, after Durgesh fucked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too.
It wasn’t good that Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had known it.
Now, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had the winning hand on Muħammad Ůsmān completely.
He never fights conventionally.
He always digs out of the enemies of his opponents.
And then those enemies fight Durgesh’s war for the ever shrewdest Hindu, Durgesh never needs to fight it himself.
Muħammad Ůsmān could never understand how many shrewd persons died when Durgesh was born.
“Ten thousand dollars aren’t such a big money that I should waste my more precious time in its recovery.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said, “But if my business competitors knew the stupids like you can manage to snatch away such money from my husband, it would harm my reputation before them. Consequently, I haven’t another option except to have my money back.”
“Back? I can’t believe it.” Muħammad Ůsmān said incredulously.
“I’m not asking you to believe it. I’m asking you to return it.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said patiently, “You should have known better than cutting corners with me, Muħammad Ůsmān. I’ve engaged Durgesh to investigate your criminal activities extensively and see you get punished for them.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
What the hell it’s happening?
“Madam, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid,” he addressed her soothingly, “Your husband was in a little private game last night. I don’t know how he came out. I believe that perhaps he did lose a little, but I haven’t tried to figure up just how much. I can assure you that the game was on the up and up. I was in it myself. If we gambled with people at night, let them take a chance on winning the place, and then, if they aren’t lucky, gave them back the money they had lost the next morning, it wouldn’t be very long before I’d be selling apples on the street corner.”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed at the idea, his mouth making the laughter, his eyes anxiously watching her, appraising her mood.
“And what’s wrong in it?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sweetly, “That’s where actually you belong to. And Wallāh, Muħammad Ůsmān, I promise you to put there. I never forgive the stupids who try to harm me even a bit, knowingly or unknowingly. As a policy, I spend millions to punish them so that no another dumb ass would ever think to come in my way. Durgesh is already retained to make you learn the lesson in the hardest way possible for you.”
“Allah,” Muħammad Ůsmān said impatiently, “what the hell do you want?”
“I want our money back, damn fool, what else? My husband isn’t very good businessperson as I am. That’s money he earned, however. We have other uses for it than to giving it to you. I intend to give it to Durgesh as the expense money he may use for destroying you financially. What the hell you think of me? I would let you cheap crooks rob us of that money and to get away with it?”
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“What’s your proposition, Muħammad bin Qāsim?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was terse,
“I haven’t any.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was still watching his wife’s gorgeous Musalmān ass that had swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Prick to the hilt.
“Sitting tight sometimes doesn’t pay even a dime.” I smiled at Muħammad bin Qāsim still enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick buried entirely into Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s perfect Musalmān ass.
“Let me see it myself.” Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed cunningly.
“You have a hundred thousand dollars at stake, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, “HVSI Group of Companies has authorized Durgesh and me to sign a compromise with Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company on its behalf. Since Durgesh is a blind supporter of us Musalmān Beauties there are some shareholders in HVSI Group of Companies who wanted the agreement to be signed by me too.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah grimaced.
“Bosh and nonsense. If Durgesh were really supporting us Musalmān Beauties blindly, he would never have opposed your Seven Movements, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I can’t believe there are such fools among the stockholders of HVSI Group of Companies who credited you more than Durgesh even.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sophisticatedly.
“Who the hell is asking you to believe me, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah? Never believe me, if you don’t want to. Nevertheless it doesn’t change the legal status of the agreement that it must be signed by both of us. I’m representing Musalmān Beauties stockholders of HVSI Group of Companies.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus started back and forth motion now enjoying the anal sex she needed very much.
Right from the beginning, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew very well she wasn’t a normal woman.
But are the most of the other women normal?
They are hypocrites actually.
Both the men and women are hypocrites actually.
At least most of them certainly are.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is not a hypocrite at all.
That’s why they criticize her so much.
They criticized Al Safiyah Al Ghaus for her love for anal sex.
But the fact was it was only her fantasy.
She tried to do it with her first husband.
He called it a sin and refused her to oblige.
She had laughed.
“You can’t do even what is not a sin for you, Iqbāl. Can you?”
Muħammad Iqbāl was stunned.
He couldn’t believe his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife was telling him sophisticatedly that he was not competent in sex.
What a shameless woman!
“Muħammad Iqbāl, your sisters suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis. Isn’t that a sin? They compel Durgesh for anal sex with them. Isn’t that a sin too.”
Muħammad Iqbāl laughed ironically.
“I never knew Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, my shameless sisters are your ideals. You always criticized them. It was natural consequently, for me, to think you don’t have such a sinful desire.”
“I say you are not competent even in what you think moral sex.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said patiently.
She never knew it could lead Muħammad Iqbāl to suicide.
Hell, the idiot could have divorced her instead.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was her second husband.
But he was too a hypocrite.
Most of the persons, men and women both, are hypocrites.
They praise other hypocrites.
They never praise an honest and sincere person.
Durgesh is the third man in her life.
But he is perfect.
He invaded her anal virginity without any infinitesimal shade of guilt.
What a man.
What a perfect man.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Sometimes, half a loaf is better than no bread, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah. Sometimes a poor compromise is better than a good lawsuit. Now then, Muħammad bin Qāsim, what’s your proposition?”
Al Taufīq Al Fatimah looked at her husband.
Was Durgesh right?
Is Muħammad bin Qāsim really trying to frame his own murder on her?
Had he really married Al Taufīq Al Fatimah on impulse?
Now, his ambition to have her as his wife is fulfilled, he is repenting his ‘wrong’(?) decision taken on an impulse?
Is he really trying to kill two birds with a stone?
“Give me ten percent of what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting.”
“Ten thousand dollars?” Muħammad Ůsmān shouted, “Are you crazy?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“It’s a hundred thousand dollars deal. HVSI Group of Companies is paying one hundred thousand dollars to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah for that island. Why can’t I get ten percent of it for signing a quitclaim deed?”
“That’s too much.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly.
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled bitterly.
“To me, it is ridiculously small. I think there is oil on the island.”
“What do you say?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. “He isn’t the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company any more, you are.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim immediately held her head high and said,
“Prañav , I think Muħammad bin Qāsim is right. We deserve at least ten percent of what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting from HVSI Group of Companies. Our quitclaim deed is necessary for HVSI Group of Companies to get proper title on the island.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“I agree with my wife.”
“Nonsense,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “I advise Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī to pay four thousand dollars for your quitclaim deed. Take it or leave it. Take it and then step out of the picture.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim stiffly shook his head.
“Okay,” I smiled disarmingly, “I will instruct the escrow holder to accept a certificate of title, subject to the provisions of an outstanding oil lease. I don’t think Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company has any leg to stand on. I think I can get an injunction prohibiting you setting foot on the island.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled cunningly.
“Jījū, you may get the injunction but it won’t become final until after it has gone through the Supreme Court.”
I smiled sweetly.
“No problem, Sālé Miyān. I think HVSI Group of Companies has enough money for that. More than you can even dream of. You would have to sell so many of your companies to meet the legal expenses for it. We have enough idle money to meet such unprecedented legal expenses. I don’t care how long the litigation takes. Just so I keep you off the island.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was still smiling cunningly.
“Suppose I win it?”
“You let your legal department prepare an opinion on that. If their opinion collides with your opinion, go ahead and take any legal steps you may see fit. I’m very much inclined to go ahead and complete the deal.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Penis in her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass very much.
How lucky she was.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really her best friend.
As soon as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan knew about the sexual fantasies of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled.
“How communal are you, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?”
“What do you mean?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t follow Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“Muħammad Iqbāl was your first husband. Wasn’t he?”
“Yes, sure.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at her quite perplexed.
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is your second husband.”
“You have already married twice.”
“Nothing. The point I am getting at is you married both the times Musalmīn.”
“So what? Isn’t it natural? I am also a Musalmān. Therefore…”
“Not natural.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cut her short, “Most of the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties, as beautiful as you are, would have preferred a Hindu husband instead of a Musalmān husband again, once she had the bitter experiences from a Musalmān husband.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was brilliant enough to understand what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was suggesting.
“Is it possible?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus sighed incredulously.
“To make anything possible the first necessity is to self-hypnotize that it is possible.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ingeniously.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in awe.
“To self-hypnotize.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at her splendidly.
“And if it is impossible?”
“Nothing is impossible in the world, you fool. What do you think, was it possible for me to get a Hindu husband who had self-hypnotized himself that he was my stepfather?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was dumb founded.*
She pushed her gorgeous buttocks back in my nude Hindu lap and swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Penis once more into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“My brother in law, my dévar, has paid Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband, to protect himself and his family from me and my supporters. Can’t you understand Durgesh has staged a show to pull the wool over our eyes as well as on the eyes of the law?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her incredulously.
“You mean Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is alive?”
“Durgesh can’t afford to let him murdered on his own ship.”
“And the shot fired from the revolver?”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, if you are not yourself playing a part in the play, why the hell can’t you understand? There’s only one person who could have fired it.”
“Who?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at his extremely beautiful wife skeptically.
“Your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“You mean he shot himself?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked furiously.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed enjoying the nonstop back and forth movements of my extremely rigid Uncut Hindu Penis in her brilliant smart Musalmān ass.
“Not himself. He just fired one shot in order to establish his fake yet still legal death. Our legal wizard, Durgesh, planned his legal escape in this way from us. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had already fired one shot out of the gun that he left on the dresser for the wife to bring when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim telephoned her. Now then, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, had to work his timing just right. He had to wait until he saw Al Zohrah Al Bittol coming along the deck. As soon as he saw Al Zohrah Al Bittol there, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, thoroughly coached by Durgesh, thoroughly rehearsed even, because it is Durgesh’s own ship, had to ‘struggle’ and ‘sway’ in a peculiar manner and then topple overboard. Am I right, Durgesh darling?”*
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her Musalmān ass until only its head was inside then penetrated it once more so forcefully that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t help except to jump.
But I had already anticipated her reaction.
I jumped with her too, penetrating her entirely.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I’m dead.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus screamed in extreme anal ecstasy, “The hell you don’t love anal sex. You are wonderfully and absolutely amazingly expert in anal sex too. Allah, you are killing me. I can’t bear it there any more. You Hindu scoundrel.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus suddenly pulled away her ass, positioned the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis between her quivering throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and thrust.
My Uncut Hindu Penis vanished into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely now.
“Fuck me in my Pussy now, okay, you Hindu rascal? What the hell were you after? Rip open wide my ass itself? Naughty naughty.”
I laughed and continued fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus now in her Musalmān Cunt.
Yet, she continued to tell her theory about what I had done.
“Then Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to fire a shot and be in such a position that just as Al Zohrah Al Bittol leaned over the bow of the ship, Al Zohrah Al Bittol would look down and see Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim even call Al Zohrah Al Bittol by her name so that there could be a positive identification. Remember our legal wizard, Durgesh, never leaves any legal loophole. When he wanted to support and protect Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his family from me and my supporters Durgesh did it a perfect job. No loopholes anywhere whatsoever.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Pratāp Bachhalyā everyone looked at me as if I were a ghost.
Only Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Even Al Zohrah Al Bittol and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl were looking at me dumbstruck in awe.
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Al Safiyah Al Ghaus suddenly let my entire Uncut Hindu Penis come out of her extremely beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
I was surprised.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah advanced to take my immensely anointed Uncut Hindu Penis into her Musalmān mouth, but Al Safiyah Al Ghaus again beat her.
She pushed her gorgeous Musalmān bottom back again.
I suddenly understood what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was after, but it was too late to stop her.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus positioned my Uncut Hindu Penis between her glorious ardent Musalmān ass cheeks and pushed back with her entire strength.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was immensely lubricated already.
It entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to the hilt.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus!” I said immensely surprised, “Are you crazy?”
“Squeeze my boobs, please!” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus winked at me.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs suddenly realized what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was doing with me.
He jumped immediately and shouted,
“What the hell?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“You don’t have any objection if Durgesh fucks me in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Isn’t it? Now, what about it? Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is visiting deepest your wife’s gorgeous Musalmān ass now. Come on, watch yourself.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was dumbfounded.
He could not believe his own eyes.
But, yes, it was true.
It wasn’t any bloody nightmare whatsoever.
Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund was really inside his wife’s exquisite immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, buried to the hilt.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying it there proudly.
“W…w…what do you want?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was suddenly full of tears.
He could not believe he was really weeping.
It was immense humiliation.
He could not believe he was cuckolded ultimately by his own wife he loved more than himself.
“Come on, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, you have already licked my extremely beautiful Musalmān Cunt after I had an orgasm. Haven’t you? Come on, clean it once more.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was asking him to lick her cunt and clean it.
Yes, he had done it so many times before, but not because he loved to lick her cunt.
It was a compensation to her actually that he could not make her to have an orgasm while fucking her.
He offered her to bring it by licking her cunt.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had succeeded too.
He could not fuck her to have an orgasm, but he could lick her to have an orgasm.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had charged him that he was semi impotent.
His cut Musalmān nūnī didn’t have the proper strength to make her have an orgasm, but his tongue was superb.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had laughed.
“How many cunts have you licked, cunt licker?”
“What?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was furious.
“The expertise your tongue has in licking my cunt couldn’t be developed first time, neither even in a single instance. It’s been developed in a long practice. Hey, did you do it with your girlfriends too?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was startled.
What the hell could he do?
He watched Durgesh fucking his sisters and cousins.
He masturbated while watching them.
His cut Musalmān nūnī lost its strength gradually.
Once his sister, Al Nādirah Al Quddūs, caught him masturbating while I was fucking her.
Al Nādirah Al Quddūs made him to lick her cunt after I fucked her.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hadn’t another alternative.
He did it to please his Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī.
“If I clean you every time after Durgesh fucks you, would you allow me to watch and masturbate right there where Durgesh fucks you?”
Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī laughed.
“Hey, you loved it, didn’t you, instead of hating it? It wasn’t a punishment to you. It was a reward instead. Wasn’t it?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled triumphantly.
“Yes, Bājī. Will you please allow me?”
We allowed him.
Yes, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was expert in tongue fucking.
His cut Musalmān nūnī was weak, but his tongue was a miracle.
After his Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī his other sisters also allowed him.
His cousins too allowed him gradually.
Then even his Ammī allowed him when she managed Durgesh to fuck her, blackmailing her own daughters.
Was his family unconventional?
Well, let it be.
Who the hell cares?*
Once they arranged group sex with Durgesh on their Ammī’s birthday.
Their lady-friends were also invited.
Durgesh undressed all of them.
Ammī undressed Durgesh.
Then she played with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund while Durgesh was kissing their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts.
Ammī sucked Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and swallowed his entire Hindu Vīrý.
So did the others.
Durgesh fucked all of them, one by one.
What a man.
What an amazing man.
None of them was unsatisfied.
Durgesh fucked all of them to their heart’s content.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs licked all of them.
They had different tastes.
Yet, Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý was common.
And it made all of them taste superb.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised immensely to find out how many Musalmān Beauties, how many Musalmān houseladies, fuck Durgesh, despite his unwillingness even.
Durgesh was a Hindu male slut for Musalmān Beauties and sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies too.
He could not believe what he witnessed himself.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me.
“No motion for somewhat half an hour, Durgesh, please! It was my long nourished dream to have your Uncut Hindu Penis into my ardent Musalmān ass buried to the hilt. You may call it a pervert desire, but let it get fulfilled anyway.”
Her ardent Musalmān anal muscles had gripped my Uncut Hindu Penis strongly, vehemently.
I smiled my assurance to her.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had started to lick her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt already.
At first he wanted to object but he realized the futility of the step.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had raised her status ultimately.
She wasn’t now a shill, a hostess of any damn gambling house at Las Vegas, Nevada.
She was at least Durgesh’s mistress now.
And Durgesh was the most powerful man now everywhere.
He was not only a multi zillionaire now, he was the Mayor of Ved Nagar too.
Of course, he wasn’t the President or Prime Minister of any country.
Yet, the entire king makers of every country have deliberately managed their daughters, sisters and/or other Musalmān houseladies to join Durgesh’s ever expanding Sex Empire.
Why the hell shouldn’t he pose himself unresponsive to what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is doing?
Why oppose it?
Why shouldn’t he ignore it?
His sisters, cousins and Ammī already belong to Durgesh’s Sex Empire.
Let his wife too belong to it.
What’s the big thing there, if any?
She would never return to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Then why antagonize her?
Even Imām Muħammad Ħasan has compromised with Durgesh in this matter.
Then who the hell is Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?*
Enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick buried to the hilt into her gorgeous ardent Musalmān ass, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus remembered:
Her relatives flooded into the house.
It was to interrupt my sex life with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus for almost a week at least.
Yes, I didn’t approach her first.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus approached me instead.
Yet, it didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy sex with her optimum.
I greeted her relatives reluctantly.
The older ladies gave me wet kisses and the younger ladies pressed their beautiful Musalmān tits on my wide, strong, Hindu male chest.
I grimaced again.
The ladies were accompanied by their husbands, boyfriends, or sons who carried the supplies for thanksgiving week.
I was concentrated on the Al Makkah Al Mukarramah Sex Contest.
During commercials I would check out the younger exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ladies over by the kitchen.
I had promised Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that I would not run up to my room like I always did when her relatives visited.
It’s not that I didn’t like them.
The problem was that they asked the same foolish questions every time.
I just didn’t like to update them on my Musalmān Beauties, their career choice, and relationships with me.
Looking at their beautiful superb Musalmān asses I began to wonder about what they wore underneath.
Well, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had beautiful female relatives.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was constantly hard watching them.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus herself looked gorgeous in her maroon long sleeve v-neck and those tight denim jeans.
I knew Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was wearing a black and red thong that wedged between her cheeks.
I had seen her put it on this morning.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs were not divorced even yet, but they had not lived together too in a long time now.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was mainly an irresponsible, lame, and lousy man from what I had seen in my 64 year old life.
He would show up once in a blue moon for some trivial activity, but he would spend the holidays elsewhere.
It was getting pretty loud and annoying in the living room.
I decided to make a break for it.
I nonchalantly stood up from the couch and grabbed my juice as I looked around for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
I spotted Al Safiyah Al Ghaus in the kitchen and quickly went up the stairs to escape the incoming foolish questions.
I was finally relaxing and enjoying the Contest when I heard a knock on my door.
My first thought was that I should have locked the damn door.
“Come in.” Before I finished speaking, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s dumbass cousin barged in with a drink and a bag of chips.
He sat down on the floor as if he owned the place.
I was already thinking of a way to get him out of my room.
“Damn, the bookies are doing really good this year.”
Ved Nagar was winning by 3 possessions.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s cousin continued munching on his chips.
I didn’t really have a close relationship with him, but I knew he was a dumbass from the days we used to spend together in Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt‘s house.
The Contest was coming to an end.
The small talk between us would hopefully end soon too.
“Aunt Kħālidah Gul Ħasan is looking real good today, right?”
Kħālidah Gul Ħasan was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s sister-in-law.
She was too all attractive to me.
“If you say so.” I didn’t know what he was getting at with that comment.
However, I didn’t care too much either.
“But she is not hotter than your Al Safiyah Al Ghaus though, you know if she wasn’t your Al Safiyah Al Ghaus I would be licking her up.” He made slurping noises and laughed as he turned to look at me.
“Don’t even think about it faggot, well the Contest is basically over so why don’t you head downstairs with the family.”
As he got up to leave the room I whispered some cuss words and shook my head.
Alone in my room with the TV turned off and the woman of my dreams downstairs, my hand reached down to touch my growing proud erection.
I made sure the door was locked as I made my way to the bathroom.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was itself available to me now, but I was not getting it for a week.
I pulled my shorts down and began pissing off.
My eyes opened when I heard noise outside my room.
It was around 9 pm.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was probably showing everyone their room for the night.
They would be crowded.
I just hoped that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus would not put anybody in our room.
“Durgesh, open the door, it’s me.” I recognized Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s voice.
I pulled up my shorts.
When I opened the door, I was glad to see that it was only her entering the room.
“What were you doing, Durgesh?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus slipped off her shoes and loosened her dark brown hair.
She sat down next to me and reached for my shoulders with her delicate hands.
“I was pissing since you were busy with your family.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at my response then she looked back at the door knob.
I followed her eyes to the door and realized what she was thinking.
I moved back to rest my back on the headboard.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus gave me a naughty grin as she pulled down my shorts.
My 9 inches stood proudly in the cold room and my head oozed with pre-cum.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus got on all fours and dove down on my throbbing Hindu member.
She ran her beautiful Musalmān tongue once over my Hindu pee hole and then swirled her tongue all over my purple head.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a small o with her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and went down on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
My head widened her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, but she kept her pink lips sealed as tightly as possible.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus started taking inch by inch of my Uncut Hindu Shaft as she moved her hair behind her ears.
Half way through my Uncut Hindu Shaft she started working up again towards my tip.
She undid her jeans and moved her hand in between her legs.
Now she was softly moaning and working her way back down with her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her hot Musalmān mouth went 3/4ths of the way down then sucked all the juices on the way up as I grabbed the top of her head.
This type of sensual sucking I’m sure can only be performed by Al Safiyah Al Ghaus only.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus let my Uncut Hindu Dick out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a loud pop and then climbed on top of me.
She positioned herself in the famous 69 as I spread her jean covered glorious Musalmān ass.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus placed her hands on my thighs and began slurping my Uncut Hindu Lund head back into her lovely Musalmān mouth.
Slowly swallowing my Uncut Hindu Cock she rubbed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy through her thong.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a few gagging sounds as saliva spilled out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth into my Hindu groin.
The determination to deep throat me kept her going down until she reached the base of my 9 inch Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her head came back up with a loud gasp and more saliva coming from her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
This time she quickly enveloped my Uncut Hindu Cock and was once again touching down with her beautiful nose.
I squeezed her exceptionally attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as my Hindu balls gathered the massive load that was about to shoot up into her terrifically exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I thrust my hips upward.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed down on my thighs as my Uncut Hindu Cock started erupting my hot Hindu cum into her Musalmān throat.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus stayed down on my Uncut Hindu Dick for as long as possible then she came up to gasp for air.
The juices fell out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down to her neck and to my thighs.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus turned around to face me with a smile and I saw her beautiful cheeks full of our bodily fluids.
A string of my Hindu cum was coming out through her right nostril.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed as she wiped her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a pillow.
I followed her to the bathroom were we finished cleaning up.
“Eīshān, God, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, that was amazing.” I smiled.
She mumbled a response while blowing her nose.
I grabbed her hips and helped her up to the counter.
We wrestled tongues as I kept working her clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Sweetie, what are we making for dinner?” That was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, speaking from outside the door.
If she only knew what her daughter was doing inside the room.
I kissed Al Safiyah Al Ghaus on the forehead and helped her down to her feet.
“How do I look?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was cleaned up and looking stunning as usual.
She looked at herself in the mirror and I playfully slapped her exceptionally attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as a sign of approval.
We hurried to open the door and found Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, looking at her recipe book.
“Sweetie, what happened to your lipstick?”
In the rush of the moment, we had not noticed the damn lipstick.
“I was uh, eating a blow pop.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus licked her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and ushered us to the stairs.
I looked around to make sure no one was looking and I pinched Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s gorgeous exquisite Musalmān ass while Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, made her way down the stairs.
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ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at Al Zohrah Al Bittol smiling cunningly.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed at her.
“Look at me as much as you please.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol cooed, “You can’t do anything whatsoever, nevertheless. I am on anticipatory bail, I’ve told you already.”
“You said you jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun and didn’t even wait to put a robe on?”
“That’s right.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol kept fucking me smiling at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl triumphantly, “I came flying up the companionway and was just approaching the bow when I saw a vague figure swaying this way and that, apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort.”
“A figure?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked sarcastically.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol grimaced.
“I refuse to answer your insulting questions. You are trying to irritate me. I would prefer to give my testimony in a competent court.”
“That’s what you think.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled tartly.
“That’s what I’m going to do. You don’t have any legal right to insult and humiliate me.”
“It’s not you that’s taking this attitude to a responsible police officer.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said smirking, “It’s Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis visiting your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt that’s letting you fly so high.”
“I’m glad you have eyes at least, even if you don’t have any manners whatsoever.”
“I may request to cancel your bail.”
“Oh, sure. Go ahead. Do everything on the earth you are capable of. If you really get it canceled I’d wash your feet and drink the water that is used in washing them.”*
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.
She wasn’t born yesterday.
She realized the truth in Al Zohrah Al Bittol’s voice.
So, Al Zohrah Al Bittol was really innocent?
Despite she was on the deck when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was overboard,
Despite she had a revolver in her hand, Despite Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard an ‘explosion of some sort.
Did Durgesh deliberately stage this improbable story for her?
The night was filled with sounds of hectic activity now.
Opening and closing doors and frightened feet sounded in the passageways and on the companionways.
The swift babble of voices kept up an incessant, a nonstop, chatter.
Moreover, cutting through all of the sounds of confusion, my crisp, authoritative voice was giving orders.
The motorboats had been lowered to the water and engines started.
Each of them cruised in a series of questing circles around the ship.
“The figure was apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol repeated, “but I saw only the one figure.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl stopped herself with efforts, not to smirk.
What was the use?
Al Zohrah Al Bittol would again stop telling her story.
Shouldn’t at least she listen to it?
She saw only the one figure.
Yet, it was engaged in a struggle of some sort.
With whom the hell was it struggling then?
Al Zohrah Al Bittol realized the question her statement generated.
“The other one must have been below the deck.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol advanced her assumption.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me pleadingly.
“Go on,” I grabbed the splendid heavy buttocks of Al Zohrah Al Bittol and arched my waist up.
My Uncut Hindu Penis penetrated her ardent Musalmān Cunt as a spear as if.
Her bottom was coming down at the same time.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol shouted in superb ecstasy.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What the hell are you doing to me?”
I caressed her buttocks and kissed her on her lips passionately.
She controlled herself and resumed.
Now, her up and down motion had stopped.
She was sitting on my Uncut Hindu Penis swallowing it entirely into her Musalmān Cunt.
I was enjoying the honor myself too to its utmost extent.
“Just before I got there,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol continued, “the man lurched and fell overboard. I screamed involuntarily as I heard the splash. Then there was the sound of an explosion and a series of splashing noises. By the time I had reached the bow. I could hear my name being called now.”
I was listening to her gravely.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at each other.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was alone, after me, that was too listening to it gravely.*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol watched me, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
Then she went on,
“I bent over the rail. I could see now a figure of a man in the water. It was floundering around aimlessly. It was floundering as if it was wounded badly and was trying to swim desperately.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī also looked at me.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl did smirk again, as if asking me,
‘If Al Zohrah Al Bittol is really innocent how Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would have been wounded?
Why was he trying to swim desperately?
Who the hell wounded Al Muħammad Al Qāsim if not Al Zohrah Al Bittol?’
I was reading the questions on their faces.
But I didn’t ask Al Zohrah Al Bittol anything.
She went on,
“Then the figure moved into the oval of light that was coming from a porthole in the forecastle and I could see his face. He was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my husband. He seemed partially paralyzed. He called me and tried to call out a message. I couldn’t hear what he said. His voice was almost inaudible. Abruptly he ceased to struggle and was swept down by the current under the overhang of the bow. I thought he was coming down the starboard side. I ran that way. Unfortunately, apparently, he drifted down the port side.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl grimaced.
“Unfortunately, it doesn’t conform to the facts as they must have happened.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol smirked.
“I sympathize with you.”
“I beg your pardon?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly.
“That the facts don’t understand how compulsory it is to obey you.”
“When Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis is inside your Musalmān Cunt you can fly in sky very high.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl commented drily.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t have been telephoning from the bow of the yacht. It was virtually impossible.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly”*
There were no vacant chairs at the dinner.
Sheeted rain lashed against the portholes.
The guests who made merry with colored paper caps, balloons and pasteboard horns lacked spontaneity.
Their merriment seemed merely a forced attempt to comply with maritime, nautical, conventions.
Awfully striking lady robot waitresses felt their way, a few steps at a time, half-filled dishes carried in deep serving trays.
Fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and dining, I looked across where Muħammad bin Qāsim and his Hollywood heroine wife, Al Taufīq Al Fatimah, were entertaining Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Pratāp Bachhalyā and Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah were also there with Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
With darkness, the faint mist that had been forming on the water thickened into fog, and as we sat down to dinner the hoarse fog whistle boomed out its eerie, unnerving, warning.
Thereafter at regular intervals through the meal the fog whistle served to remind us that we were on the water and a fog was settling down.
“Doesn’t look as though we’ll get back tonight.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
“Wouldn’t you tackle it in a fog?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus enquired.
“Not unless I have to.” I pulled nude Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to me.
She laughed ecstatically and pushed her extremely glorious nude Musalmān bottom into my nude Hindu male lap.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smilingly deserted it for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
My Uncut Hindu Penis made a sound of ‘pluck’ as it came out of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s thirty two years old young Musalmān Cunt.
It was heavily anointed with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices.
As soon as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus positioned her immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt against the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis and pushed, my thoroughly lubricated Uncut Hindu Penis immediately entered into Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs could not watch it.
He averted his eyes immediately.
“Slut,” he murmured to himself.
Yet, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had heard it.
She laughed humiliating Al Nadīm Al Quddūs immensely and started fucking me herself vigorously, energetically, dynamically, forcefully, and strongly.
I put my hands on her glamorous nude Musalmān waist.
Yet, it was not necessary.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus herself was vigilant enough that my Uncut Hindu Penis must never come out of her Musalmān Cunt entirely, and it must penetrate her Musalmān Cunt vigorously instead without any hindrance whatsoever it may be.*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was feeling himself immensely insulted.
But what could he do?
Even before his marriage with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, he knew she loved immense sex.
He thought he could provide him the same.
He was too confident of his manly potency living in extreme over confidence.
He was too obsessed with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s devastating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he thought he could make love to her till infinity.
Hell, he could not, practically ever.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus wanted more and more sex from him.
Her first husband had committed suicide due to intense shame he faced when he could not satisfy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus sexually.
Now, Durgesh is providing her even more sex than even Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could digest.
How crazy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund getting into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She undressed herself while Durgesh was fucking his Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus did so?
To seduce Durgesh herself.
And when Durgesh saw her nude Musalmān beauty and pulled Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to him, how ecstatically she laughed, positioned Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund herself between the ravenous quivering ever greedy lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
How ecstatically Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is pushing her ever magnificent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bottom to Durgesh’s ever sexy nude Hindu male lap.
She is swallowing Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund deepest every time she thrust back her bottom, into her extremely greedy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her eyes are brightest when Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
They lost their brightness as Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund left her Musalmān Choot.
But they were again brightest when Durgesh Uncut Hindu Lund is again deepest back into her still greedy still ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Suddenly he realized the persons were gathering in a wide circle around Durgesh and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, fucking Durgesh ravenously entirely unashamed of herself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was horrified.
Everyone would ask who she is.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs would die of shame.*
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had said,
“Don’t trust the bitch. Fuck her and enjoy her beautiful body. But never trust the bitch. She’s a snob. Ever notice how it happens that people who have real background and breeding are considerate, tolerant, and broad-minded, while people who haven’t anything except money that they didn’t earn themselves, are intolerant? That’s my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, you fuck wildly, I guess.”
I tried to say something but Al Muħammad Al Qāsim raised his hand and stopped me.
“Listen to me, please; I’m your father in law too.”
I looked at him gravely.
“My entire daughters, except Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, love you. She loved Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and married him. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, has got about the nicest figure I’ve ever seen on a woman. And I’ve too seen lots of them.
“Never underestimate my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Durgesh. She uses her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body as her ever best weapon. When you fuck her she is the most capable and even having all the smartness you are less capable than her, because your Uncut Hindu Lund is inside her ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.”
“Sorry for using those words, but that’s it.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said bitterly, “That woman enjoys your Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but it sharpens her brain.”
“You don’t believe me? Try to test what I’m telling you. The more you fuck my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the sharper is her already ever smart brain. She made Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, to disinherit his own daughter when he was fucking the bitch. Never underestimate her, I repeat. She’s smart. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, is chain lightning! She’s got her eye on a big slice of money, and Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, hasn’t waked up yet, despite the fact that he has lost his daughter to me.
“That’s all right. Let him sleep. He has paid for a dream. As long as he’s enjoying the dream, why grab him by the shoulder and bring him back to the grim realities of existence?”*
I grabbed her waist and started fucking her myself too.
Her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was one of the perfect homes for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
After fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to my heart’s content, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was an extremely pleasant replacement to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Cunts were extremely ravenous for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Yet, they both had their own individualities too.
I knew now why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so ravenous for me.
Neither of her Musalmān husbands could fuck her even properly.
Her vaginal grip around my Uncut Hindu Penis was almost virginal.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was penetrating her first time properly.
It was natural she loved me more now than either of her incompetent Musalmān husbands.
“You are my husband now, not Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, the impotent.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus whispered to me.
I smiled and kissed her on her beautiful lips.
“Thank you, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“It’s my pleasure, Durgesh darling.”
“Well,” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed suddenly, “you both are made for each other, doubtlessly. Nevertheless, I can’t stay all night.”
She glanced at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too.
“Well,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed, “I don’t think we have much choice in the matter, Bājī.”
I smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Then still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus vigorously, I assured Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, don’t worry. I’ve plenty of room. We can put everybody up nicely.”
“Look here,” Muħammad Ůsmān interrupted, “what’s the idea behind this thing? Almost all of us know very well that at this season of the year, there’s always fog and rain even, on this part of the sea.”
“Yet, you accepted the invitation.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Muħammad Ůsmān contemptuously.
“Not always,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted hastily.
He was the one who accepted the invitation, not Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad Ůsmān had only agreed to it.
“Don’t worry,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sarcastically, “after fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to his heart’s content, Durgesh would fuck you too. I’d request him to oblige you too.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah sympathized with him.
“Thank you. So, ultimately you are absolutely impotent now?”
I interrupted to stop the hot exchanges between Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Muħammad Ůsmān.
“Well, Muħammad Ůsmān is right somewhat, Muħammad bin Qāsim. It’s not always, but it’s nearly always. However, Muħammad Ůsmān, I can get out the ship and put you ashore at a little town on a Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Island, about ten miles upstream. There’s an airline that will get you back to Ved Nagar.”
“That would be deuced uncomfortable.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is just recovering from a case of stomach trouble.”
“Food poisoning,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted.
“Well,” I announced still pumping Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, now even more severely, “I’m not going to risk the safety of the ship and the convenience of the other guests. Muħammad Ůsmān, you can get in a launch and get an interurban if you want to.”
“I don’t want to.” Muħammad Ůsmān said furiously, “Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is still my wife. I can’t leave her behind for you to fuck her as if she is a slut, not my respected Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed and licked my Uncut Hindu Lund coming out of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s very tasty. Muħammad Ůsmān, come on, taste for yourself.”
“Go to hell.” Muħammad Ůsmān shouted back to her.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at him.
“Sorry, Muħammad Ůsmān. You’ve to go alone there. I can’t and won’t accompany you ever now.”
Muħammad Ůsmān gritted his teeth.
“Muħammad Ůsmān,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “sit here and enjoy life. Durgesh, you said you have some champagne on ice?”
“I don’t talk business when I drink.” Muħammad bin Qāsim declared.
“All right,” still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, I pulled Al Taufīq Al Fatimah too to me, squeezed her immensely rich Musalmān buttocks and kissed her on her red crimson lips, “Muħammad bin Qāsim, what’s your proposition?”
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Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54,
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39,
And Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20,
All the three were my practical wives while I was already sixty then.
Actually Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, had me first.
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl was her daughter in law actually.
And, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl was her granddaughter.
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, her Bahū Bégam, actually blackmailed her mother in law, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, was startled.
“What? You want to cheat my son, Aħmad Kamāl?”
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, smiled.
She didn’t say anything.
Only watched my legendary Uncut Hindu Penis vanishing into Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54,’s still ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, significantly, sarcastically.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl was furious.
“Don’t watch it like a she hawk. You are entirely twenty one years younger than Durgesh.”
There was intense venom and scorn in her voice, for her Bahū Bégam.
She never thought she was also enjoying me out of wedlock.
If it was moral why it was immoral that her daughter in law was watching her enjoying sex with me and not even ashamed of her act.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl expected respect from her Bahū Bégam still now.
She expected her Bahū Bégam, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, must respect her, even now, as she was respectful to her until now.
She must have respected her privacy with me.
Even if she had seen it, she must have ignored it and made a respectful exit from there.
Instead, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, was trying to blackmail her, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl?
Was Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl crazy?
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl could not bear it any more.
She ordered her Bahū Bégam, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, ultimately.
“Go away. Don’t you have etiquette enough, not to watch your mother in law in her intimate moments with her man?”
“I never watched you, Ammī, with Abbū, Muħammad Kamāl.” Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl said obediently and respectfully perfectly.
“Well, I said, ‘with my man’, not with my impotent husband’.”*
There was no more splashing, no more hanging against the side of the yacht.
Then there was the noise of confusion as doors opened and closed.
There was the sound of tense voices, hurrying feet.
“Did you scream?” I asked the stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty I was holding in my arms.
“I went there myself hearing it.” she smiled disarmingly, but there wasn’t anyone.”
“Then what about the scream we heard?”
“Your security persons were there. They were talking of a young woman who thought someone was behind her. She screamed. The security persons found no one when they searched the vicinity.”
She was still playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“Sorry, I’ve to have firsthand information from my security itself.”
She smiled at me seductively.
“Oh, sure. I understand. Go ahead.”
“Won’t you care to introduce yourself, if you don’t mind?” I smiled seductively myself.*
The stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty smiled.
“I’m Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
“Glad to meet you.”
“Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl is my Kħālājān. Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl is my Kħālāzād sister, my cousin actually.”
“I have a vague remembrance that I’ve seen you with Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl.”
“Thank you for remembering me.” She kept smiling, “May I get the honor of sucking the great Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis?”
“You are already playing with it. Go ahead. It’s not actually that I’m honoring you. It’s my pleasure instead. I’m being honored. Thank you.”*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“I’m honored. Thank you. The pleasure is certainly mine. You have really broken all the conventions. The parents are arranging now to gift your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis to their beloved Just Eighteen Just Adult daughters on their eighteenth birthday. Isn’t it a miracle? The husbands are arranging now to gift your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis to their beloved wives on their Shab-e-Ůrūsī, their Golden Night even, on anniversaries and other memorable events too to make them more memorable.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol unzipped me, brought my Uncut Hindu Prick out, kissed it respectfully, licked it and then swallowed entirely into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
My security was in action still now.
The deck was flooded with illumination now.
Yet, it did not stop Al Zohrah Al Bittol from sucking my Uncut Hindu Prick.
Instead, she was sucking it now more excited.
Was she an exhibitionist?
I could not decide.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl appeared there suddenly.
“Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was on board.”
“What?” I was all alert suddenly.
“The stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty that’s sucking you now so indebted, so gratefully, is actually one of the present four wives of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Her name is Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
I watched Al Zohrah Al Bittol gravely now.
“She has told me her name.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol increased the speed of sucking my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“She can’t get away with it by only sucking your Uncut Hindu Penis.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl shouted, “Your new Musalmān girlfriend has killed her husband, do you knowwwwww?”*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol looked at me gravely.
“The Pseudo Musalmīn have framed me deliberately, Durgesh darling. Your so called innocent Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was actually helping them.”
“Shut up.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said coldly, “I know your story now. What the hell do you think? You stunning Musalmān Beauties, you stunning Musalmān houseladies, can get away with murders even, only because Durgesh loves to fuck you?”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol winked at her.
“You can’t arrest me, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.”
“Why? Because you are sucking Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked her sarcastically.
“Because I had already anticipated it. I’ve taken anticipatory bail already.”
“I know.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly, “Why the hell are you here on the deck?”
“Tut tut tut. Warn me first, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, that anything I may say may be used against me.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me angrily.
“She is already speaking your legal language. What the hell you do? As soon as they take your Uncut Hindu Penis in their hands and mouth they suddenly become unapproachable legally.”
“Give her your version of the events, Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
Someone had thrown over a life preserver with a carbide canister attached.
A brilliant white light spread over the surface of the water.
It illuminated the life preserver, the water around the ship.
It threw against the heavy wall of fog a strange, distorted shadow of the ship running to the disputed island.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim were representing Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim telephoned me. He was extremely excited.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said, He said he needed his gun. He said it was on the top of the dresser. He requested me to bring the gun to him on the deck.”
“I see.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled sarcastically patiently.
“Where the hell from was he telephoning to you?”
“He said he was telephoning from the bow of the ship.”
“How can I? All I know what he said to me.”
“You had recognized his voice?”
“He was my husband. Wasn’t he? Can’t I recognize even my own husband’s voice?” Al Zohrah Al Bittol asked ACP Suraiyā Jamāl bitterly.
“That’s what I am asking you myself.”
“She is already biased against me, Durgesh. Don’t you see?”
“Al Zohrah Al Bittol is right, Suraiyā .” I said gravely, “You are a police officer. Act properly. If Al Zohrah Al Bittol can prove you act biased against her, you can be prosecuted for misusing your powers. She is too a taxpayer. You have to protect her civilian rights too.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me sarcastically.
“Al Zohrah Al Bittol is a Kħālāzād cousin of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, do you know?”*
I looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
“Suraiyā,” I said patiently, “How many times I have told you not to be prejudiced, even infinitesimally, against any one you suspect. You are not a judge, you are only a police officer. I’ve told you already, she has met me now. How can she tell me how many Kħālāzād, Māmūzād, Buāzād, Chachāzād etc. sisters she does have?”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl grimaced.
“Be blind deliberately as much as the damn you want to be, only because she is extremely beautiful and she is fucking you now herself to protect herself. I’m not a man, thanks, thanks God, Allah. She can’t blind me.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“She is jealous of me, Durgesh.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled bitterly.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim told you he was telephoning you from the bow of the ship?”
“He said it was a matter of life and death for him. I had to come fast with his revolver.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said, fucking me savagely now.
Her bottom was moving up and down on my Uncut Hindu Penis, taking it into her Musalmān Cunt every time when it was down.
“What did you do when he asked you to do so?”
“I jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun and didn’t even wait to put a robe on.”
“So that you can fuck Durgesh sooner to win him on your side?”
“So that I can save him before it’s too late, if it was really a matter of life and death for him.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said curtly.
“How nice of you.”
“That’s right.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said tersely, “How nice of me! Why the hell are you questioning me if you are so prejudiced against me already?”
“Oh, it’s routine, Umm-Al-Åālmīn.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl answered exaggerating her politeness ironically, “How lucky you are that you are extraordinary stunning. If you weren’t, you couldn’t have fucking Durgesh and I would have arrested you easily.”
“I sympathize with you, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.”
Suddenly, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s cellular phone rang.
“Yes, SP Zubaydah Bābar, Have you got the fingerprints report? Okay. That’s fine. Nice job, so fast. Congrats. Tell me what did you find? Any of the receivers had Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s fingerprints?”*
I felt a feminine palm on my arm.
I looked at her.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was still visiting the triumphant Musalmān Cunt of Al Zohrah Al Bittol vigorously.
It was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
She was dressed in pajamas and slippers, bundling a robe around her.
Yet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wasn’t alone.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was also with her.
I watched both of them.
They were more understanding than the rest of them.
Moreover, they both knew it was not actually the disputed island only that we were on this yacht now.
It was actually the excuse only.
The Pseudo Musalmīn were trying to make even Ved Nagar hot for Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had already ‘exiled’ him from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
She thought only Ved Nagar could protect her Abbū now from the ever crazy Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn.
“What happened?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked.
“What do you know yourself? Tell me first.” I said gravely, “Then I’d tell you what I know, but you don’t.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me, ignoring that I was entirely nude now on my back, Al Zohrah Al Bittol was nude too entirely, she was straddling me and fucking me wildly.
It was routine in Ved Nagar, and in my daily life too.
“I heard someone shout ‘Man Overboard’ and a splash.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
“Did you hear a shot?” I asked.
“I heard an explosion of some sort.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, watching me prudently.
She could not believe it could happen on my ship, without any prior information to me.
What the hell was happening?
Was Durgesh himself playing a deep game to protect someone?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t be murdered in this way on Durgesh’s yacht.
Even an utmost foolish murderer would never do it, let it be any wife of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim himself.
She knew Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had especially consulted Durgesh about his utmost greedy relatives.
Was it Durgesh‘s strategy for Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to get rid of his ever greedy relatives?*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly.
“I knew you would advise him something like that.”
She was on her knees and I was fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus from her glorious behind.
I looked at her innocently.
“What the hell are you talking about, my extremely sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān love?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was under constant surveillance of our Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement detectives.”
“And you think I didn’t know it?”
“If you knew it why all the strategy ab initio?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me incredulously.
“You and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were planning to declare Al Muħammad Al Qāsim legally incompetent to deal with his own money and assets. He has transferred all of them to his own legal heirs in his will already. He is dead now legally. You can’t get him declared incompetent now. He has gone underground.”
“I never knew you were so afraid of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and me.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed triumphantly.
I smiled ironically.
“You call it fear, I call it precaution.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at his extremely beautiful wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, scornfully.
His brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s money had converted her into an utmost greedy bitch.
He had proposed her to get a divorce from him.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had laughed at his proposal.
“You can’t get away from me, in this way, my dear husband.”
“I’m not your husband any more.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly to her, “Durgesh is your practical husband now.”
“Almost entire Musalmān Beauties, almost entire Musalmān houseladies, fuck Durgesh/other capable Hindus extra martially, because their ever incurable ever religious Musalmān husbands can’t satisfy them sexually…”
“Bosh and nonsense.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs cut her short, “It’s not sex only you Musalmān Beauties, you Musalmān houseladies , are after Durgesh/Hindus for.”
“You want to get rid of our terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn image too. You want to get rid of our backward image too. You want to get rid of our rigid adamant anti human image too.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs charged his ever shrewd wife scornfully.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled ironically.
“And we should never do it?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t answer this blunt question.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“Even if you are right, what’s wrong in it, if we Musalmān Beauties, we Musalmān houseladies, really do it? Shouldn’t we get rid of our backward image if we can get rid of it? Shouldn’t we get rid of our terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn image too, if we can? Shouldn’t we get rid of our rigid adamant anti human image too, if we can? If you don’t want to get rid of these images, it’s alright with us. We are not compelling you to do it. Then why do you criticize us? Are we your slaves, not your Musalmān houseladies?”*
As soon as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said she had heard an ‘explosion of some sort’, I ordered,
“Rig up the searchlights.”
A man from the top of the pilothouse said,
“I’m getting it, sir.”
The canvas covers were ripped off the searchlights.
A moment later the arcs sputtered into brilliance.
The long shafts of light pushed themselves against the opalescent fog to be swallowed up in milky nothingness.
“Try the stern,” I said, “a little back of that life preserver.”
The searchlights swung out to play on the water around the flare that was attached to the life preserver.
A small boat splashed into the water.
There was the sound of oars and a boat rowed rapidly down the stream, then turned and came back against the current.
A man standing in the bow bent down, searching the water by the aid of a beam from a five cell hand flashlight.
“Let’s get everyone on deck. Find out if anyone’s missing as ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is claiming that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is. Let’s confirm what’s actually happened.”
I turned at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Have you seen anyone else?”
“A man standing in the stern. I take it he was one of the crew.”
“Yes.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Al Zohrah Al Bittol significantly, “A woman running down the deck, clad in her night clothes.”
“Do you know her?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pointed at Al Zohrah Al Bittol.*
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Muħammad Jamīl never questioned Ħafsah Nisār, ever.
He hated having to clean her after she’s been with me but Muħammad Jamīl never talked back when she told him to do it.
Muħammad Jamīl usually did it at the door as Ħafsah Nisār returned home from a date.
He used to do the best he could imagine what it’s like to be allowed to go down on her without my presence, without my cum inside Ħafsah Nisār.
Muħammad Jamīl had never told her that; never let her know he even think such a thing.
He said something about that once…only once.
Muħammad Jamīl got slapped and asked he wanted to be forbidden to service here like that.
He loved when she let Muħammad Jamīl do that for her, rewarded him by letting him be the source of her sexual pleasure, use his mouth to worship her.
Muħammad Jamīl thought Ħafsah Nisār knows this about him, knows his devotion to her and the pleasure Muħammad Jamīl get from pleasing her.
But Muħammad Jamīl knew that she doesn’t care and that she always comes first, not Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl knew that to service Ħafsah Nisār submissively is part of what Muħammad Jamīl does because he loved her.
Muħammad Jamīl hated the taste of me!
Hate tasting my Hindu cum and feel jealous that I came first as well, not Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl always imagined what it must be like to be the real man Durgesh is, have the Uncut Hindu Lund Ħafsah Nisār loves and adores.
Durgesh is her ever efficient, ever successful, Hindu lover and Muħammad Jamīl was only her cuckold Musalmān husband.
Ħafsah Nisār had been sitting in my car in the driveway.
We’d been out there for half an year at least.
Muħammad Jamīl had been waiting for her as he always did.
When Ħafsah Nisār finally came into the house, heard me drive off as she opened the front door, Ħafsah Nisār looked down at Muħammad Jamīl and smiled.
“Such a good little boy…I was looking forward to coming home. Believe it or not I do think about you, baby, thought about you and sometimes worry about you home all alone.”
As Ħafsah Nisār raised her skirt and looked down at Muħammad Jamīl, Muħammad Jamīl kissed her panties, smelled me all over her, and saw some of my Hindu cum on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thigh…noticed more cum than usual, Ħafsah Nisār had covered with me…my Hindu cum all over the tops of her stocking too.
Muħammad Jamīl felt shame as Muħammad Jamīl kissed her gently.
Ħafsah Nisār asked if Muħammad Jamīl missed her while she was away.
Muħammad Jamīl told her yes, missed her terribly.
Ħafsah Nisār hummed as Muħammad Jamīl kissed her through her panties, on his knees in front of her…
Muħammad Jamīl buried his face in her.
Ħafsah Nisār pushed Muħammad Jamīl away,
She saw the look on his face as Muħammad Jamīl looked up at her…
“You are such a good little boy! But not tonight, baby. Mama’s real tired, real sore too. I’m so sore. Can’t begin to tell you how Durgesh used me tonight, I just have to go to bed. But you’re very good boy to be waiting for me. Maybe tomorrow I’ll let you lick me.”
She smiled down at her ever incompetent Musalmān husband, Muħammad Jamīl, and patted the side of his face.
She saw the panic in his face, Muħammad Jamīl didn’t dare talk back.
“Yes, Ma’am.”, Muħammad Jamīl looked to the floor as Ħafsah Nisār lowered her skirt.
“I just wanted you to kiss me when I came home, kiss your wife at the door. I really did miss you tonight, thought about you. Does that please you, baby?” She walked past Muħammad Jamīl, heels clicking on the floor as she headed to the stairs.
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you.”, Muħammad Jamīl watched her beautiful rear start up the stairs.
“You sleep in the basement tonight; Muħammad Jamīl, my boy, my ever obedient perfect slave, I don’t want to be disturbed or woken early.” She turned and looked at her ever inept Musalmān husband, Muħammad Jamīl. “By the way, Durgesh appreciates everything you do at the office and he loves that you never bother me at home, pester me for sexual favors. Durgesh asked me about you, asked if you do. Muħammad Jamīl, he told me…he said to tell you that you are a very good boy not to bother me.”
Ħafsah Nisār looked at her ever incompetent Musalmān husband, Muħammad Jamīl,, seriously…
“You’re going to keep being a good, boy…right?”
Muħammad Jamīl looked up at her…naked, on his knees…
She turned and walked to her bedroom. “Muħammad Jamīl, Durgesh thought you’re about to get a pay raise at work.. He’ll talk to you about it.”
Muħammad Jamīl heard the door close.
Ħafsah Nisār had been seeing Durgesh regularly now for almost three months.*
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought the words in her head but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just couldn’t bring herself to utter them allowed.
My Hindu hips thrust into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah from behind.
My balls banging up against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s swollen hood, stretching Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips wider.
Every time Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed back, I chuckled again.
“You won’t get it until you tell me you want it.” I warned, gently, teasing. “Say it, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I was whimpering now, “Tell me; say, “Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wants you to fuck Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight little Musalmān asshole too.” and I will honey, I’ll fuck your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass for as long as you want me too. But not until you expressly ask for it.”
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God! I need it very much there, please!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was getting wetter by the second and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī throbbing Musalmān clit was throbbing tremendously.
I knew that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted it too bad, but I was determined that I wouldn’t do anything about it until Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah especially asked me for it.
In my opinion, it was an abnormal wish.
In Tantr, sometimes it’s necessary.
But for pleasure only, I never did it unless someone especially asked me for it.
If only pleasure was to be enjoyed, it was not a human pleasure at all.
It was an animal pleasure.
But a man has to surrender to his sex partner’s wishes too, whether normal or abnormal, if it wasn’t harmful to anyone.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did want it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t deny it.
The thought of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was driving her wild.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so wet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit was pulsing.
The ache was unbearable, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so close to cumming, it wasn’t funny.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah swallowed, trying to wet her throat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t believe Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was going to do this.
“Come on honey, tell me what you want.” Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt encouraged her softly from behind.
“Oh, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned, “I want you to fuck my tight little Musalmān ass too after you fuck my ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made the words rush out of her before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah lost her nerve, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel her face blushing furiously in embarrassment.*
Muħammad Jamīl could hear her through the door, hear her yell,
“Fuck, ooooooooooo!. Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu , ..fuck me…!” Baby…fuck me…”… Muħammad Jamīl also heard the sound of my Hindu hand across Ħafsah Nisār’s excellent Musalmān rear…SMACK!, heard me slap her ardent Musalmān rear as I fucked Ħafsah Nisār.
Muħammad Jamīl, Ħafsah Nisār’s duly married husband, could only think that Durgesh, his Hindu Jījū, his Hindu Dūlhā Bhāī, must be taking Muħammad Jamīl’s wife, Ħafsah Nisār, from behind, rear up for me to use.
Muħammad Jamīl hated that sound, wanted to run to her, make me stop.
Muħammad Jamīl know better.
“I am your complete little Musalmān bitch, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, you own me…ooooooooo, I’m your little girl, baby, fuck me…!”
Muħammad Jamīl heard us, muffled through the door…heard Ħafsah Nisār start to almost cry as I spanked and fucked her.
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, bury her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān face in the bed…hear me yell at her…
“You like that dirty talk, girl…enjoy it!”
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!…
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, told me I can do anything to her; heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, told me Ħafsah Nisār had me.
And Muħammad Jamīl knew how I used her like this.
Muħammad Jamīl knew about his ‘special need’, as she called it.
It’s the second time I’d fucked her.
I didn’t spank her the first time.
Ħafsah Nisār loved spanking herself.
She herself compelled me to spank her.
Muħammad Jamīl couldn’t even protest.
There wasn’t any use of it.
Ħafsah Nisār wanted to punish Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl had to surrender.
What the hell else could Muħammad Jamīl do, after all?
Muħammad Jamīl heard the bed springs.
I was really fucking her hard.
Muħammad Jamīl listened from down stairs, hang on our every sexual sound…feel his little cut Musalmān nūnī stiffen every time Ħafsah Nisār got penetrated by me.
I arrived an hour and a half ago, and walked past Muħammad Jamīl at the door.
I smiled at Muħammad Jamīl as he looked to the floor, naked and his little cut Musalmān nūnī harness locked tight.
“Is your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, upstairs, Sālé Miyān?”
“Yes, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Dūlhā Bhāī. Yes my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Jījū. Yes, Sir.” Muħammad Jamīl answered me.
I handed Muħammad Jamīl my coat.
“Take it.” I smiled at him humiliating Muħammad Jamīl immensely.
Muħammad Jamīl couldn’t do anything.
He had a little cut Musalmān nūnī, not my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Muħammad Jamīl was naked ironically, however.
He was always naked in the house usually.
Ħafsah Nisār wanted him so to disgrace him immensely.
Muħammad Jamīl felt my sympathetic yet proud confident Hindu eyes on Muħammad Jamīl. “Muħammad Jamīl, I had been thinking about your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, all day. Muħammad Jamīl, I had been thinking about spanking her too. Thinking about that hot great Musalmān ass. What’s she wearing now?”
“Green, Sir, all green. The outfit you bought her, the little girl outfit.”
“Mmmmm, I like that. My little girl, got that outfit off a sissy website, same one you got the pink ruffled panties for her off, She loves the ruffled panties on her, shows off that cute Musalmān rear end…had her describe that little outfit at a party last night, and two of my Musalmān lady clients were in the room. She told them about being dressed in lace panties and ankle sox for me.”
I took off my suit coat and handed it to Muħammad Jamīl…
“Got them so turned on! Wish she’d had it on last night. It was all spur of the moment, maybe next time dress her like that for them. She still looked very cute in the black stockings and panties she wore. Should have seen the look on my clients faces when she took her dress off, I wish you had a picture of that…maybe next time for that too.”
I looked at Muħammad Jamīl.
“I hope you didn’t bother her when she got home. She was very much worn out when Ħafsah Nisār left. She needs her rest and beauty sleep.”
I walked past Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl knew why she didn’t let Muħammad Jamīl lick her clean now and knew why she was too sore and tired.
“No, Sir, I would never do that.”
I walked to the stairs,
“Get me a drink, Muħammad Jamīl, bring it to her room.”
Muħammad Jamīl heard me go into her bedroom and close the door behind me.
Ħafsah Nisār never let Muħammad Jamīl go down on her as she said she might, just had Muħammad Jamīl do house work all day, strictly.
She spent time preparing for me, went shopping, and when she came home Ħafsah Nisār let Muħammad Jamīl watch as she dressed and made up for me.
He could still see her, smell her perfume.
She was standing in a green short see-through robe, green lace little girl outfit on underneath it.
Ruffled panties, ruffled lace top ankle sox and 3″ green patent leather heels…no bra…her hair up in little girl pony tails in green ribbons on the side…red lipstick…
“Gorgeous, Ma’am…you are beautiful…”
Ħafsah Nisār cut Muħammad Jamīl off in mid-sentence.
Muħammad Jamīl felt as always, anxious, knew what was coming next.
“You are a very good boy, go down stairs, wait by the door and let Durgesh in when he comes. He likes when you do that.”
Ħafsah Nisār sat on the bed, checked herself in the mirror as Muħammad Jamīl left.
Muħammad Jamīl thought about that as he hurried to mix my juice, took it up to me…knocked on the door gently.
I opened the door, took it off the tray.
I had my pants and shoes off.
Muħammad Jamīl saw his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, in the mirror, sitting on the bed smiling…looking at me, not at Muħammad Jamīl…her robe was on the floor.
Muħammad Jamīl was at the down stairs door two hours later, when Muħammad Jamīl helped me on with my suit and over coat.
“I’ll see you at work, Sālé Miyān.” I said, looking down at his little cut Musalmān nūnī harness, smiling and shaking my head.
“Yes, Sir.” Muħammad Jamīl looked at the floor.
He felt my naked almost impotent Musalmān body under my stare, felt his soft little cut Musalmān nūnī barely sticking out of his little cut Musalmān nūnī harness, barely saw the tip of it…shaved baby smooth.
My eyes were looking Muħammad Jamīl over.
I didn’t say another word to Muħammad Jamīl.
Just took my coat and left.
Muħammad Jamīl knelt by the door waiting for her…to ring the bell Ħafsah Nisār kept next to the bed…waited to clean her if she wanted Muħammad Jamīl to.
‘Ring, ring’ Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, ring the bell, loudly.
Muħammad Jamīl hurried to his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār.*
I told her as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt another big glob of ointment hit her outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“Mmm, that’s all right. Okay.”
And then my Uncut Hindu Lund was pressing hard against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight front hole.
I wiggled my Uncut Hindu Lund against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s opening as I pressed down, making her whimper in expected pleasure.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt it finally break the seal and I slowly slid my Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān front hole.
The pain was minimal to begin with and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah enjoyed the feeling of my Uncut Hindu Lund buried deepest inside her.
But then I started moving it, stroking in and out of her in time with my hips and the sensation it created was intense.
The pain made her hiss in a breath and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face scrunched up in an awful pleasant pleasure.
Sound freely escaped Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat as the pleasure and pain reduced her to nothing but feelings.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was lost in the sensation of it all, the fact that I was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend’s Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner diminished in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind and I became just a man, a man that was fucking her passionately and wildly.
“Oh yeah!” I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, smiled playfully.
My voice was rumbling in my chest.
My other hand reached around Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hip and I began fingering Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit for me too.
It was all too much.
My fingers on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit, my Uncut Hindu Lund in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot, it all sent her skyrocketing towards a huge orgasm, and to push her that much faster, I started talking to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Yeah, such a good little Uncut Hindu Lund-tease, such a horny young adult Musalmān sex goddess! You love having your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot fucked by me, don’t you? “
My Hindu thrusts were getting faster and harder. “You’d love to feel my big Uncut Hindu Lund slide into your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pop that cherry wouldn’t you?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah only smiled at me.
She didn’t say anything.
“Oh yeah; I can feel how wet that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of yours is getting just thinking about how My Uncut Hindu Lund would feel inside your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass …”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot began to clench down hard.
“Mmm, oh you’re close to squirting, aren’t you baby. C’mon Uncut Hindu Lund-tease, Musalmān sex goddess, cream for me, cum.”
My Hindu thrusts were hard and rough, almost violent as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips were repeatedly slammed against the sink top.
Cries of intense passion and pain being ripped from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat with every thrust, as I brought her closer to orgasm.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my darling, I want to feel you cream on My Uncut Hindu Lund now, wet it all down so I can unload my hot Hindu cum inside that quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of yours, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had somehow pressed herself up onto her hands over the kitchen sink.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts bounced utmost enticingly from my extremely powerful Hindu thrusts.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs shook behind me close to collapsing, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t stop the primal sounds of fucking coming from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat,
“Agh, agh, agh… agh… please! Oh please, Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God, oh Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! What are you doing? None can believe you are sixty plus! You are killing me, my Hindu love,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cried out as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s orgasm hit me like a truck.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath was catching in her throat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came all over my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was now clenching down tighter onto my Hindu length and making me groan as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah collapsed back over the sink in a shaking heap.
“Yes!” I grunted from behind her, “Oh yeah, here, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I cum honey, take it all!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my hips thump into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah one last time and my Uncut Hindu Lund throbbed inside her, emptying my hot load of thick hot Hindu cum into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s awaiting clasping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān love tunnel.
I thrust into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah a couple more times, milking my Uncut Hindu Lund with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My breath was heaving.
My fingers were still cupped against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was still inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot, as we settled and came down from the high.
One by one, I removed my limbs from her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.
My hand moved away from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit, leaving it to throb dully as it cooled.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hissed in pain; until finally it was time for me to pull out of her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew there would be no way for me to pull out without causing some amount of pain.
So Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah absently braced herself dreading the thought of embarrassing herself by crying out.
I pushed into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hard; one last time, as my Uncut Hindu Lund was starting to soften and then pulled back so fast Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah barely felt me slip from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stretched opening.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped in shock at my quick retreat, because it felt so incredibly good, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot gush as my Hindu spunk followed my withdrawal.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard me inhale deeply and then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my lips brush against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine that made her shiver.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to lift herself up, but her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body refused to obey her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t move.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head was spinning and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs felt like they were made of jelly.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my hands trail down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs, stroking the skin softly all the way to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ankles, where I took hold of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties and gently pulled them up for her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath was finally starting to settle into some sense of normalcy.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tried again to right her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, but again it failed to heed her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face was pressed awkwardly against the ribbed steel of the kitchen sink and I’m sure Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was drooling.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my rough hands then fix the straps on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chemise and pull the material up to cover Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah still couldn’t make her limbs move.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard the tap run and fought to open her eyes but they felt as heavy as lead and all Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could do was flutter them uselessly in an attempt to see what her Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt was doing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was slowly sinking into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.
I had fucked her so hard.
Yet, she was grateful to me for it.
It had made her realize that she was not alone to love me.
I too loved her not less.
Only she was not dying to have me forever.
I too wanted her as my Live in Relationship Partner.
It was certainly a great honor for her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt something cold and wet pressed against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face and sluggishly realized that I was wiping Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face clean.
The wet rag moved to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s inner thighs as I wiped away that evidence too.
That done, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my lips press lightly against the corner of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as I kissed her fiercely, passionately with intense love for her.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I whispered into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear as I brushed the hair back from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s brow.
My intensely loving voice sounded penetrating her very soul.
“Come on honey. Let’s get back to bed.”
I dragged her up into a standing position and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt herself falling until my arms caught her up.
I cradled her against my chest.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah managed to get her eyes open enough to see that out the window morning had broken and the sky was changing from dull grey to pale blue.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah only saw it for a few moments but can remember thinking how beautiful it looked before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sank back down into darkness.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah awoke to the sound of muffled voices and groaned as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rolled over in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was immensely happy that I had fucked her whole night.
It was the proof that she was not imposing, not thrusting herself on me.
She was needed.
It was good that my entire rough primary attitude was ultimately melted into an extremely pleasant, honoring and immensely loving behavior.
We are not only fuckers now.
We were actually lovers.
Made for each other.
Mad for each other.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled now triumphantly.
She had succeeded now in winning the great Durgesh forever for herself.
She suspected it wouldn’t be so easy.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad had made me somewhat bitter about even the other Jet Musalmān Beauties.
That was why I behaved with her so rough primarily.
Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body ached with a vengeance.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt as though she’d been beaten with a really big stick.
Figuratively speaking, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah broke out in giggles as the thought flitted through Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sobered quickly when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard footsteps approaching her door.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach thrilled in anticipation.
Was it Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?
Was I coming back to do more to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?
As painful as it was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot clench and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit tingle, would her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body ever stop reacting like this.
There was a light knock at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s door,
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah? Are you awake?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s voice called through the door.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed, half in relief, half in disappointment.
“Yeah, come in.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah called groggily.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was after all only half-awake.
The door opened and in bounced Åāýéshah Abū Bakr, full of beans and smiling broadly.
“Hey sleepy head.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed softly,
“Hiya. How was your night?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked, thinking to herself, mine was great!
“Fantastic!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr quietly squealed as she came over and sat on the bed beside her, a huge smile on her face. “Actually that’s why I was coming in here to wake you up.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr told her.
“Oh?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah queried, “Do tell.”
“Well, Vikram wanted to know if you wanted to come out with us again.”
“Really?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked in a teasing tone. “Are you sure about that? Are you sure that you didn’t kinda convince me that I wanted to know even though I didn’t?”
“What do you mean?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr asked trying to sound innocent.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed,
“I knew it. He didn’t ask at all, did he?”
“Well no, but I know he won’t mind.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said.
“He’ll pretend not to mind, but believe me, he’ll mind.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed again, the merry sound masking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s relief at not having to go out again.
Oh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had missed Åāýéshah Abū Bakr terribly, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah really wanted to spend time with her, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t really want to spend time with her and Vikram and feel like Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was intruding.
“I don’t want you to feel as though you’re being left out though, especially as you’re here for a holiday with me.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said guiltily.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed and smiled.
“I’d rather feel left out than feel like a spare wheel.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr opened her mouth to protest but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah waved her quiet.
“I know you would never do it on purpose, hon. But believe me, three’s a crowd when you’re first starting out in a relationship. You don’t need me there to chaperone. You go out and have fun. I’ll be fine here. I’m still jet lagged anyways and cranky, so I won’t be very good company. Besides, if I get really bored, I can always go annoy Durgesh.” Having finished Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s little rant, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed at her.
“Oh I’m sure Durgesh won’t mind. At least he’d have someone to talk to.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said seriously. “Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I worry about him sometimes. You know, he hasn’t even brought a girlfriend here since I could feel awkward in his scrupulously erroneous opinion. I’m a big girl now, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. I understand his extraordinary needs.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr confided in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
It was on the tip of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue to say, “I could’ve fooled me,” but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t, instead saying, “Really?”
“Yeah. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I mean it can’t be healthy for a man to be celibate for that long surely.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah nearly choked on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own saliva as Åāýéshah Abū Bakr spoke, but managed to remain quiet and in control even though Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was unable to look at her just then.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I know I shouldn’t be talking like this, he is Durgesh and all, but sometimes Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I wish he’d just go out and get himself laid.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did choke then, coughing roughly and trying to clear her throat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah dropped her head even more worried that the guilty look on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face would be too easily read.
“Are you all right?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr gasped trying to help Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah recover.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah waved her away, and as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat cleared Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah started laughing.
The absurdity of the situation was not lost on her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought that at least if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was laughing she wouldn’t see the guilt.
Here was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend telling her she wished Durgesh would go out and get laid, and here Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was thinking, “Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! God, if you only knew!” As it was, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t say anything of the like to her.
“What? What’s so funny?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr demanded a little upset at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s reaction.
“Åāýéshah Abū Bakr, how do you know that Durgesh doesn’t? Isn’t he utmost infamous for almost 24x7x365 fucking us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said unthinkingly to cover her reaction.
“What do you mean? Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I just know. He never says he’s going out or even gone out in all this time I’ve been living here.”
“But Åāýéshah Abū Bakr,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said gently, committed to answering now that I’d put Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s foot in it. “That doesn’t mean that Durgesh hasn’t gone out. How often do you go out; either with friends or with Vikram? Durgesh could have easily gone out on his own then.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s face crinkled.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I suppose, but Durgesh would tell me. He tells me everything, we’re like best friends.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to Herself remembering the night we’d spent together and then felt ashamed of Herself.
“Maybe; but Hon, do you honestly thought Durgesh doesn’t get laid? If he went out tonight he’d be able to pull so much excellent Musalmān ass it wouldn’t even be funny.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told her truthfully. “I think you’re not giving Durgesh enough credit.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah also thought you’re getting into it too much and should shut the hell up! Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to herself.
The last thing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah needed was to slip up and mention something that could land her in a load of hot water.
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Al Muħammad Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Listen attentively, please. I’m right in the middle of a delicate matter. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd is my half-brother.”
“As Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is?” I asked.
“Sure. I’m running away to save my business, my legal competence, my life even from my ever-greedy relatives. They have successfully established until now that my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, has murdered my son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, masquerading as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās. Muħammad bin Qāsim has also run away as I have, but they have successfully produced our dead bodies.”
“Chachājān, are you sure Muħammad bin Qāsim Bhāī is alive?” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās asked Al Muħammad Al Qāsim gravely.
“How the hell can be I? Durgesh is my lawyer, my savior, my son in law, everything. He has to find out for me whether my son Muħammad bin Qāsim is still alive or they have already killed him successfully.”
“I don’t think they would be such damn fools.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is Durgesh’s sālā, brother in law. They won’t kill him ever as killing a sālā, a brother in law, of Durgesh would turn Durgesh into their irrevocable executioner.”
“What about my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“She is my live in relationship partner now.” I said, “None can prove Al Kubrah Al Qāsim has really murdered her younger brother. They can’t prove the dead bodies they have found are really of you both. It’s not easy for them to prove corpus delicti even. How the hell can then they prosecute my wife Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“Thank you, my son. Thank you very much.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wiped his tear-filled eyes with a handkerchief, “I thought they are continuously succeeding despite your open interest in protecting my family and me. Muħammad bin Qāsim and me, both of us, had to run away and had to resort to go under cover. Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is a fugitive from justice. Even I am not safe here too. They have murdered someone downstairs…”
“Why?” I asked patiently, fucking Al Nādirah Al Åbbās wildly.
“What do you mean ‘why’?” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim shouted, “Isn’t that obvious?”
“Are you teasing me, Durgesh, my son?”
“Never. The opposite sex is still available to me. Why the hell would I tease you then?”
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās laughed.
Al Zāhid was also trying to hide his smile.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim subsided.
“You are a hell of a son in law.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim tried to suppress his own smile too. “It’s dangerous that a murder is right there downstairs. The more of a mystery they make of it, the longer the thing drags out the more notoriety I may get. I can’t afford it at all.”*
When we got home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās showed me how much she appreciated my help.
As soon as we got to the living room, she had her hands on the waistband of my shorts and began to tug them down.
As they hit my knees and exposed my Uncut Hindu Cock, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās engulfed me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and swallowed me deeply.
I could feel her Musalmān throat muscles working the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund as Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās deep throated me and then as she pulled me out, licked the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock, and sucked me until I shot my load of Hindu sperm into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās rolled it around in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, savoring the flavor for a bit before swallowing it.
“You know I never liked the taste of cum until I met you. Now I can’t get enough. If I didn’t like to feel it shooting in inside me I’d have you shoot in my mouth all the time. Now come on, let’s go to the bedroom so you can use that thing where it is intended to be used. I didn’t get any this morning because I got up too early.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās led me to the bedroom where she brought me back to hardness with her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth before she crawled on top of me and rode me to her own orgasm.
Then we both fell asleep for an early afternoon nap.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr left early the next morning to pick up their things and move them in to my house.
That left Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar alone with me for two days.
As we stood on the street and waved goodbye, Nishāt Nazli looked at me,
“So are you going to take care of us now or later?” She asked.
“Anytime you want.” I winked at her.
“I don’t know after the last time I was sore the rest of the day, but I will admit that met was worth it.” Zubaydah Bābar grinned.
I reached out, placed a hand on the back of each Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, and began to steer them to the house.
I continued to laugh and joke with them as I did.
I also had placed my hand on the ties of their Thong tops and as I walked with them, I grasped the end of each of the knots on their tops and suddenly pulled.
It worked perfectly my tug on the strings had untied the knots and a second pull had removed the tops from them.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stopped in surprise and stood in the middle of the street with their Musalmān tits hanging out, staring in surprise at me.
As they stared at me, I reached out as if to grab their bottoms.
Both realized they were topless in the middle of the street, and about to be bottomless also, at the same instant.
They squealed and ran for the house.
I chuckled and strolled in behind them twirling their tops as I walked.
As I mounted the stairs, I saw both Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli standing inside the house waiting for me, a cross between fury and mirth on their faces.
They saw the humor in the situation and it overshadowed the anger they normally would have shown.
As I walked through the door, they both were laughing already.
“You got us that time. Lucky it wasn’t later in the day when people would have been around.” Zubaydah Bābar admonished me with a laugh.
I just grinned,
“Well, I figured we could get started right away.” I said as I advanced toward them.
Nishāt Nazli started to back up but Zubaydah Bābar stood her ground and as I reached her, I lay a hand on her breast and began gently to rub it.
Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and sighed.
“OK you caught me now you can have your way with me.” As she spoke, Zubaydah Bābar started to pull the bottom of her thong off.
It hit the floor.
Zubaydah Bābar turned around and bent herself over the couch, exposing her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to me.
I wasted no time.
I dropped my shorts and stepped behind her.
Standing there with my Uncut Hindu Cock exposed I began to rub it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips.
Zubaydah Bābar was wet and ready.
“Zubaydah Bābar, is your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot ever not wet?” I asked as I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide around the outer lips and then up over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass then back to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s wet whenever I’m around that Uncut Hindu Lund of yours.” Zubaydah Bābar winked at me impishly.
I chuckled and then in a single thrust speared her with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I let it sit for a minute and then began slowly to pump on her, letting my hard Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out of her sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Zubaydah Bābar groaned in appreciation of the Hindu monster that was working her.
Zubaydah Bābar moved over to the couch and kneeled on it in front of Nishāt Nazli as I fucked her and offered Nishāt Nazli her massive Musalmān tits.
Nishāt Nazli began to suck her friend’s Musalmān tits as she was being fucked from behind.
As Nishāt Nazli sucked and licked, her nipples Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and savored the attention.
“Durgesh, Zubaydah Bābar likes it really hard and fast. She likes to be fucked like she’s getting raped.” Nishāt Nazli told me.
I looked at Zubaydah Bābar and not knowing if Nishāt Nazli was putting me on or not, decided to take a chance.
I slowly pulled myself out of Zubaydah Bābar until my Uncut Hindu Cock was just resting at the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and paused.
Then I rammed forward as hard as I could and pulled back and repeated the stroke.
Zubaydah Bābar grunted hard with each Hindu slam her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot got.
She released Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit from her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and looked back over her shoulder.
“Yeah. Bravo. Wallah, that’s how I like it, slam me, hurt me. Uhhhh… Give me some pain to go with it. FUCK ME, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zubaydah Bābar managed to get out between my Hindu thrusts.
I kept up the violent pounding.
“So you like it rough!” I said then I drew my hand back from her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hip and smacked her hard across her ass.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and I did it again.
All the while plowing my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and banging away.
I smacked her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass again and again then reached down and grabbed some of the tender flesh at her inner thigh, near her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and pinched and twisted.
It sent a wave of pain through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and into her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body and I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamp onto my Uncut Hindu Cock and cum on me.
“So bitch, you like it hurt do you.” I started banging even harder on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and Zubaydah Bābar started to cum again.
Now as I fucked Zubaydah Bābar I reached around, grabbed her nipple, and twisted it. “Like that do you?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. Fuck me hard. Hurt me, you old Hindu scoundrel, rape me.” Zubaydah Bābar screamed.
“Nishāt Nazli,” I commanded, “Get underneath this young Musalmān bitch and bite her Musalmān tit.”
Nishāt Nazli looked at me and hesitated.
“Do it.” I demanded.
Nishāt Nazli slid beneath her friend, took her nipple in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, and bit down, a love bite.
“Harder!” Zubaydah Bābar screamed as she grabbed a handful of Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit.
Nishāt Nazli hesitated and then bit down hard on her friend’s Musalmān tit.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and began to cum in a flood, her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body shook and shuddered as though she passed into a fit.
Nishāt Nazli slid out from under her friend and moved around behind her.
I had pulled out of her as she lost control and watched.
Nishāt Nazli could not believe the way the cum was running out of her friend, she stared in awe.*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had certainly acted against her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim, before Muħammad bin Qāsim disappeared.
It was even before she met me as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s friend, not Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s.
It was the meeting when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim decided to fuck me managing her car’s distributor incidence.
She had to.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was with her when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim entered my private office.
He was trailing along behind Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
It was more than obvious that Muħammad bin Qāsim was being led, instead coming there voluntarily.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s attitude was one of elder sisterly indignation.
“Durgesh, I know your beloved, my younger sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, isn’t with us. Yet, I can’t tell it to Al Zakāt Al Qāsim. It’s a delicate matter about our younger brother.”
I looked at Muħammad bin Qāsim’s sullen, hostile, features.
“Just a minute,” I warned Al Kubrah Al Qāsim gravely, “I already have a client in this case. Legally I am disqualified to represent you as your lawyer without my client’s express permission. Please don’t tell me anything in confidence. I may not be legally free to help you.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim produced an envelope that had a hand written address on it.
I scrutinized it carefully.
The address on the sealed envelope was mine and I was sure it was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting.
I opened the envelope myself.
It contained a letter in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting that he had retained me as the family lawyer. I had to represent every family member. If I was not qualified legally to represent some family member, I can engage any advocate to assist me in the court.
A check for Ten million dollars was already given to me.
I smiled at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Alright, in the light of this express authority letter I can represent you too and anything you say to me is now privileged communication. You may shoot now.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me equally gravely now.
“You are my younger sister’s, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s, live in relationship partner. You are yourself a family member. This thing has been preying on my mind ever since I heard what Muħammad bin Qāsim said to the police. I thought at first, my duty was to back up my younger brother in a chivalrous, in a loyal and gallant attempt. In my opinion, Muħammad bin Qāsim was protecting a young woman’s good name. Then, when I began to think of how serious it might be…”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim paused, watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scrutinizing him judiciously, and continued,
“Because−well, because perhaps that murder is linked with it. I can’t keep quiet any longer.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled good-naturedly.
“What’s eating you? What’s got into you, Bājī?”*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t hesitate even a bit.
“You may think, Muħammad bin Qāsim, that your elder sister is throwing you to the wolves, but…”
“Never,” Muħammad bin Qāsim said gravely, “you just go ahead and tell Jījū what’s eating you. And don’t worry about me. Your younger brother is a big boy now, Bājī. I can take care of not only myself but yours too as well.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim kept looking anxiously at me.
“Don’t you think I’m doing the right thing, Durgesh?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Oh, go ahead and spill out to him whatsoever you want to. Let it be out of your system now. However, it doesn’t make any difference to me. I want everyone to understand it definitely and finally.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Durgesh, I don’t think he is telling the truth. Would you mind to explain to my foolish younger brother the importance of telling the truth in legal matter, especially when there’s a murder is involved?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled ironically.
“Have you been taking liberties with the truth, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked, “Perhaps just fudging the least little bit.”
“Certainly not, Jījū. I’m not a damn fool enough to do that.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, I know that you have.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim contradicted him, “I tell you I heard that shot and got up. I looked in your room. You weren’t in your bed. You hadn’t been in your room.”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t speak even a single word.
Both Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his most dearest daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, were his most loyal followers.
Yet, there was a difference too in their following of Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was one of those rare Musalmān Beauties who still followed Imām Muħammad Ħasan, not Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, even while the tremendous success of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in Saůūdī Årab, now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat and in countless Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had claimed that even Al Jannat had Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in majority.
Even Ħuzūrs were actually a Hindu, not a Musalmān.
The Musalmīn means only the persons who are devoted and dedicated to establish peace everywhere even at the cost of self-sacrifice.
That’s what Al Shahādat fil Islam does mean, not for spreading any kind of imperialism whether Årab Imperialism whether Iranian or some other whatsoever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had further claimed that before 1857, there was Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere in majority.
The Pseudo Ummat-e-Muslimah has always been brought to minority, if not abolished.
That’s why there was such a perfect Hindu Muslim Unity before 1857.
The True Musalmīn never resorted to the communal interpretations of Al Qur’an Al Kareem, Al Aħādīs Al Muqaddasāt and Al Tārīkħ Al Islam.
They never interpreted ‘Wa lā tunkiħū al musharikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And don’t marry polytheistic men to your women until they bring Īmān.’
−Al Qur’an Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah| 221,
−as ‘don’t marry Vedic Monotheist Hindus even.
To them, it was a månvī taħrīf, a distortion in meaning of Al Qur’an Al Kareem and deniable consequently, accordingly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had even offered Imām Muħammad Ħasan that she could manage his own mårāj, as Allah Rabbil Åālmīn Subħān wa tålā had arranged for Ħuzūrs.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could himself go in the past and watch himself the majority of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere with his own eyes.
He wanted to have both Al Kubrah Al Qāsim and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim with him in his time travel proposed thus, by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
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Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed apologetically and added.
“Sorry, Dūlhā Bhāī. Even while you are the Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies, and you are a multi zillionaire, my wife Taufīq Fātimah and my friend, Bābarah Åālamgīr, both wanted to be present here. Bābarah Åālamgīr is interested in…”
“My Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.” I said curtly.
“Well,” Muħammad bin Qāsim hesitated somewhat, “she is already living with you with her lady friends even, so I thought…”
“You blame me usually that I am a communal Hindu. To satisfy my communal Hindu lust, I fuck the horniest extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties. You never believed it was exactly otherwise. Now, watch yourself. Bābarah Åālamgīr and your own wife, Taufīq Fātimah, both are using you to fuck me.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was dumbfounded.*
Taufīq Fātimah laughed.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, I had warned you. Didn’t I?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was startled.
“Sorry, Taufīq Fātimah. I couldn’t believe Durgesh didn’t fuck even you.”
“Well,” Taufīq Fātimah smiled, “Durgesh exactly never refused to fuck me. But he wants me to plead with him for it.”
“Nonsense.” I said.
Yet I didn’t tell him that Bābarah Åālamgīr was actually my witness and I understood it very well that Taufīq Fātimah was Muħammad bin Qāsim’s witness actually.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to be present themselves but I advised them not to do so.
“I suggest everyone to come to the point.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “Even if us Musalmān Beauties’ Hindu Piyā is right, he hasn’t come here to fuck us.”
“That’s right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim grabbed the opportunity.
However, he was gritting his teeth actually that Bābarah Åālamgīr and Taufīq Fātimah both were using him as a stepladder to fuck me.
It meant his Hindu Jījū’s claim was correct irrefutably.
It was really exactly otherwise than he claimed until now.
Durgesh wasn’t fucking Musalmān Beauties initially, Musalmān Beauties were fucking Durgesh actually.
How mistaken he was about the morals of the horny Musalmān Beauties even.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was the daughter of Jamīlah Aurangzeb, Durgesh’s live in relationship partner.
Durgesh thought Bābarah Åālamgīr was thus his stepdaughter somewhat.
He refused to fuck Bābarah Åālamgīr.
But Bābarah Åālamgīr wanted Durgesh herself.
She never accepted Durgesh’s refusal.
She is still trying to convince Durgesh that she is the perfect wife for him even while Durgesh is sixty three and Bābarah Åālamgīr is twenty nine only.
Taufīq Fātimah has married him on a condition that he would produce a porn movie costarring Durgesh and Taufīq Fātimah, Muħammad bin Qāsim’s own wife.
Moreover, his own Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, will direct it.
“Maybe I should say no just so I could watch.”
But even as I said it, I moved around to view the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot offered to me.
“Come on, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt; hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Just do her a little. Make her cum then save the rest for later.” Bābarah Åālamgīr offered and reached out.
Moreover, to my surprise, Bābarah Åālamgīr grasped my Uncut Hindu Cock boldly and pulled it toward her friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I had little choice but to follow and soon found myself behind my new Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, guiding my Uncut Hindu Prick into her.
I slid in easily and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās sighed as I hit the bottom.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had released me but drew her hand away wet with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s juices and as she brought her hand to her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, she licked it clean.
I watched the sight and started to work my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hole in front of me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr never moved away.
Now being bolder more and more, Bābarah Åālamgīr stayed right next to us, running her hands down her friend’s body and my body, occasionally around her front, to slide across a Musalmān tit or down between us, to touch my Uncut Hindu Cock on the backstroke.
‘Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! This is incredible.’ I thought. ‘Here I am fucking a 29 year old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty and Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, is watching and helping us. So Hot! Isn’t it?’
I felt Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās tighten up and clamp down on me as she came.
Then realizing how close I was to my own orgasm, I called out,
“I’m gonna cum!”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās immediately pulled herself off me and called out,
“In my mouth this time, please Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās dropped her quivering crimson Musalmān lips over my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to suck.
The little bit of pressure was all I needed.
I shot my wad into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
As I finished Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās slid off me leaving a little string of cum running from her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth to my Uncut Hindu Prick.
She looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr, leaned over and kissed her in a passionate swapping of my Hindu cum.
Then they broke the kiss and both swallowed my Hindu cum greedily.
The sight nearly got me hard again.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls giggled and kissed again before jumping out of bed.
“I’ll use the shower downstairs. I need to get dressed today and all my clothes are down there.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās skipped out of the room.
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned over and kissed me, smiled at me and she too walked out of the room.*
I looked at Muħammad bin Qāsim.
What a damn fool he was.
He was so obsessed with the extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān beauty of a Hollywood star that he even consented to produce her porn movie with me.
He even convinced his own father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, to direct the bloody porn movie.
To what extent Pseudo Islam had brought down a Musalmān husband and a Musalmān father in law.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
“All right, what’s your proposition, my dear Sālé, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked.
I was careful not to smirk, however.
“Well,” feeling somewhat awkward, Muħammad bin Qāsim managed to say, “Jījū, Dūlhā Bhāī, of course, we don’t want to stand in the way and…”
“Never mind the preliminaries.” I smiled gallantly, “Bābarah Åālamgīr, Taufīq Fātimah, you and I, all of us must drop all the diplomatic approach among us. We know each other very well. Bābarah Åālamgīr is my live in relationship partner, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter by her previous marriage. I’m feeling somewhat awkward to have sex with her. Yet she is adamant to win her live in relationship with me. She has managed to swallow my Hindu Vīrý even using her friend Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās. Bābarah Åālamgīr isn’t interested in business as much as she is interested in her permanent live in relationship with me, replacing her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.”
“That’s right,” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled boldly.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was startled.
Or, at least, he acted to be.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, you said you need Durgesh to establish your own media empire as HVSI has successfully done globally even.” Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr quite surprised.
“Sure,” she smiled, “my Abbū, Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, have promised me to help in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah if I do establish my own media empire. I need Durgesh’s help in it. He is experienced. He has already done it for HVSI.”
“And why do you want to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim felt himself humiliated somewhat.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully converted former Saůūdī Årab now in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. I appreciate her stupendous success very much and I want her to help in her sacred movement to establish Democracy in the rest of the Pseudo Islamic countries as well.”
“I see.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said curtly.
“Similarly, your wife, Taufīq Fātimah, is not interested initially in business.”
“To hell with your damn business.” Taufīq Fātimah admitted bitterly, “I’m an actress and I love my profession more than even my life. Yet, I too want to enjoy a happy married life with Durgesh as my husband.”
“That’s what I suspected.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said, “You promised me if I produce a porn movie, directed by my Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, starring you with Durgesh, you’d be as grateful to me as you’d never leave me being my wife.”
“I am true to my promise.” Taufīq Fātimah smiled, “I’m still your wife, am I not? Even while I know you love Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s and Rājesh Rājpūt’s Uncut Hindu Lunds in your feminine Musalmān ass.”
“Well, I accept I am a bisexual. And I am not ashamed of it.”
“So,” I smiled, “actually none of us is interested in business. I want to do what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is interested in, because she has cuckolded Muħammad Ůsmān for me, despite the fact I hate to cuckold anyone.”
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t do any such thing.” Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed, “It was her younger sister Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah who kidnapped you and raped successfully. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah never appreciated Muħammad Ůsmān. She convinced Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah to cuckold Muħammad Ůsmān for you. However, what’s wrong in cuckolding anyway? Isn’t it more human and lovelier to have a permanent threesome with your wife’s lover, if you can’t satisfy your wife sexually completely, yet you still love her?”*
I dressed to run my errands.
As I was preparing to leave, I called out to the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls that I was leaving.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās ran up, in her panties and gave me a hug and kiss before I left.
“I know Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli are going to try to bang you while I’m gone. It’s Ok if you want to. I don’t mind. So don’t think that you’ll be cheating on me, or anything. Just have a good time.”
As Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās turned to go she grasped my Uncut Hindu Cock through my pants and gave me a squeeze then returned to finish dressing.
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned on the wall smirking at me.
“You’re getting more young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choots these couple of weeks, than you did the whole time you were living in Live in relationship to my Ammī. Aren’t you?” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed. “Have fun, we’ll see you later.”
I left shaking my head.
‘Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, sure as hell, grew up, didn’t she?’ I said to myself.
Then I remembered where we were really going.
My mood changed.
I found myself a happy man once more.
Happy at the thought that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr would soon have permanently here where I lived in my present body.
It was the logical thing for both of them to stay with me.
I would have them both full time.
Then I won’t have to care for their safety from the communal Pseudo Musalmīn, and/or terrorists and criminal/ criminal minded Musalmīn.
As I drove to my various errands, I rolled the events of the last few days around in my mind.
I realized I was as happy about Bābarah Åālamgīr staying with me, as I was for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
I also admitted to myself that I was ready to surrender to even Bābarah Åālamgīr now.
Now it was no use to refuse anymore.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was determined to replace her Ammī as my new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Live in relationship Partner.
She was deliberately winning me.
Now I really did want to make love to her, often.
I almost did this morning in the shower.
I was inches away from bending her over and slipping inside her then.
Honestly, I was just waiting for her to make one move in that direction, one come on, just one sign that she wanted it as she had told me the night before.
Then again, when Bābarah Åālamgīr had stayed with us, while I banged Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, minutes later.
I had in fact intended on laying her down, as soon as I was finished with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
However, when I came in Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s mouth, I lost my hardness, which was a rare event.
Yet it was not surprising however, after the previous night and earlier in the morning.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was right.
I was getting more young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choots in the last week than I had had previously.
I returned home shortly before noon and found that Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli had not returned from the beach yet.
I was surprised.
I half expected to find them both naked in my bed waiting for me.
I was actually relieved.
I wanted to be alone for some time now.
I had gotten up early and been running all morning, not to mention all the ashvinātam sex.
I was tired somewhat.
Yet, I changed into my bathing suit before I lay down on the bed to wait for them.
As might be expected, I dropped off to sleep almost immediately.
I woke later to find that Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli had joined me.
Both were wearing their swimsuits.
Nishāt Nazli had her usual almost nothing thong and surprisingly Zubaydah Bābar was wearing a relatively modest bikini.
Both were asleep but apparently, lightly as when I moved they both woke.
“Hi,” Nishāt Nazli said muzzily, “you looked comfortable so we decided to lie down and wait for you. Too much sun and ocean. We got tired.” She reached her arm across my chest and ran her hand over me while she talked.
Zubaydah Bābar had her hand on my leg.
She was stroking my thigh.
“So are you hungry?” she asked. “We were, so we ate when we got back. We can have my cook make you something.”
“No thanks. I just lay down to wait for you and must have dropped off. I didn’t mean to make you miss the beach time.” I offered.
“That’s Ok it was nice lying here with you. You’re a good bed friend. You don’t roll around or snore, well at least not much.” Zubaydah Bābar teased.
“So are we going to the beach or what?” I asked.
“That depends on if “or what” includes getting naked.” Nishāt Nazli answered.
She was still stroking my chest and belly.
However, once she said it, she slid her hand down inside my swim trunks to run her hand over my hardening Uncut Hindu Prick.
I smiled at her.
“Don’t you ever think about anything, but getting laid?”
“Yeah, I think about playing golf and getting laid by you, and eating and getting laid by you, and drinking and getting laid by you, and dancing and getting laid by you.” Nishāt Nazli winked at me significantly.
Zubaydah Bābar did not want to be left out.
She had moved her hand up the leg of my trunks.
She was fondling my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls now.
As Zubaydah Bābar did it, I laughed at Nishāt Nazli’s joke.
Then I put an arm around each, drew them close, and kissed them each.
“If you Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls keep up what you’re doing you’re going to make me make a mess in my trunks.”
“That would be a terrible waste of good Hindu cum.” Zubaydah Bābar offered as she drew her hand out and started working the ties on my trunks.
As we loosened, she and Nishāt Nazli slid them off me and down to my knees, exposing my Uncut Hindu manhood in its entire splendor.
Nishāt Nazli reached out and took me in hand, as I leaned over and kissed Zubaydah Bābar with a passionate tongue-swapping kiss.
As I held her in embrace, I reached back and unhooked her bikini top freeing her large Musalmān breasts.
Together we removed her top and Zubaydah Bābar began to squirm out of the bottom of her suit as Nishāt Nazli worked my Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand.
Nishāt Nazli could not resist the Hindu monster she was holding for long, shortly dropped her beautiful Musalmān head down, and took as much of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as Nishāt Nazli could manage and began to bob on me.
While she sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock, Zubaydah Bābar and I had managed to remove Zubaydah Bābar‘s suit.
I had taken one of her Musalmān tits into my palm while my other hand probed Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot sliding a finger deep inside her and using my thumb to tickle her ravenous Musalmān clit at the same time.
Zubaydah Bābar was humping herself onto my hand and already was lost in lust.
Nishāt Nazli was still working on giving me a grand blowjob when I reached down and urged her up to me.
She released my Uncut Hindu Lund and moved up to where I was playing with Zubaydah Bābar’s Musalmān tit.
I released her Musalmān tit and offered it to Nishāt Nazli.
She bent to her friend’s breast and began to lick and suck it into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth teasing the large extended nipple.
I replaced my finger with my Uncut Hindu Lund buried into Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot working it and working her closer to orgasm.
I used my free hand to untie Nishāt Nazli’s top and free her from the confines of the tiny top she wore.
Then I turned my attentions to the thong she wore.
She tugged it down and off her, revealing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot mound to me.
I pushed and urged the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls together until Nishāt Nazli was perched on top of Zubaydah Bābar and still was sucking her Musalmān tits.
I had positioned them so that their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussies were together.
Now while I was still Penising Zubaydah Bābar they began to grind themselves together.
I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and up into Nishāt Nazli’s to check and make sure she was as wet and ready as Zubaydah Bābar was.
Zubaydah Bābar whimpered at the loss of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her still ravenous Musalmān Choot.
But the loss was not long and soon she felt my Uncut Hindu Prick probing her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Twat, working its way up and down her tremendously attractive immensely pretty immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slit as I kneeled between her Musalmān legs.
Then without further warning, I pushed and began to slide in.
Zubaydah Bābar responded with a loud immensely happy grunt and arched herself against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot that was still rubbing hers as my Uncut Hindu Cock worked its way inside Zubaydah Bābar.
It took me a bit of effort to get all the way inside, just as it had the night before in the hot tub, but soon I was all the way in and pumping away on her.
Zubaydah Bābar was lost in the grand sex with me.
She had my massive Uncut Hindu Cock filling her tiny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Twat so full it almost hurt and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend and lover was mashing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot into her own while she suckled on her breast.
She could feel her orgasm building as my Uncut Hindu Cock in her, pounded her Pakistani Musalmān insides, every stroke slamming against her cervix, bottoming out.
Soon it was there, her muscles wouldn’t respond and Zubaydah Bābar started to shudder then the release of fluids from her nether regions bathed my Uncut Hindu Cock in her cum, the word went gray and reality lost focus for a few seconds as her orgasm finished and spent itself.
The pounding slowed and lessened finally stopping as I withdrew from her.
However, I did not stop.
I raised my point of aim and slid all the way inside Nishāt Nazli with one stroke.
I held it there for a few seconds as she acclimated and stretched to accept me, before I started the relentless pounding in that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Nishāt Nazli was busy enjoying the feeling of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend’s body as I pounded her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
She was sucking her massive Musalmān tits.
Licking the areoles then drawing the nipples into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth to grasp them in her teeth and bite down to send little tendrils of pain through her friend’s breasts.
My Uncut Hindu Cock worked on Nishāt Nazli.
She could feel Zubaydah Bābar moving underneath her as my Uncut Hindu Cock forced its way back and forth and the movement created a friction on her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot that in reality wasn’t much more than a tease to her.
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Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās laughed.
“My secretary can take care of it. Why the hell the ever greatest Durgesh is worried of it?”
“Okay. Let’s talk about something else.” I smiled, “Would you care to tell me what figure you received for the movie rights, for instance?”
“The media insists that I got one million dollars cash for you and one million dollars cash for myself too separately.”
“Well, we both know that’s not true. Even the media couldn’t surmise what the exact heavy remuneration we received for the movie rights.”
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās squeezed my hardening Uncut Hindu Penis impishly.
“The media surmised but has been bribed to keep mum about the actual figure.”
“Sure, but not directly, through Shankar Mahāpralayankar instead.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās winked at me, “The media could double cross me, but not Shankar Mahāpralayankar.”
“Getting smart, don’t you?”
“The law of mutual inductance is working, Hindu Piyā.” she winked at me.
I squeezed her buttocks.
“What about the royalties?”
“Well,” she said, “royalties from the hard cover edition have been very satisfying, you know. However, the paperback edition that’s coming out is going to be the main source of income. It’s no secret, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. I have been given a guaranteed royalty for a period of ten years, payable in ten annual installments.”
“You think the book will be selling for ten years?”
“Why not? I think the book will be selling even more. It’s not only a book on sex. I have deliberately studied your writing style and tried my best to imitate you. It’s a book on humanity, Hindu Muslim Unity, Ved Nagar, Parapsychology, Eīshān Vigyān, Para humanity, etcetera.”
“You seem to be quite confident.” I smiled, “Your corrupt politician Musalmān husband, Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī, didn’t feel humiliated? He didn’t object that you have boldly written a book about your extramarital affair with me?”
“We aren’t living in a feudal era anymore.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās laughed, “If he doesn’t approve of my love life with you, he can ask for divorce. What the hell any more can a husband do to his wife on her extramarital affair?”
I watched her.
“Not legally. You are right.”
“Not even illegally. I have eaten milk and rice with Shankar Mahāpralayankar from a common plate. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is now my milk-shared brother. I put even Raxābandhan on Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s wrist. Shankar Mahāpralayankar has warned Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī already. If he doesn’t approve of my extramarital affair with you, Shankar Mahāpralayankar would never mind if he divorces me. But if anything sinister happens to me,Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī will sign his own death warrant thus.”*
“Very smart. I sympathize with poor helpless Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī.”
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās smiled at me cunningly.
“Planning to write other books?”
“Not so certain, yet.”
“Don’t you want to follow even your such a spectacular success?”
“After a while, perhaps. Nevertheless, you know, people essentially are hypocrites. They love to lecture about morality, but they love to read about immorality.
“An attractive young Musalmān woman writes a story about her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān heroine whose clothes keep coming off. The Musalmān female writer describes the resultant consequences in detail.
“The people are shocked.
“But that’s the point.
“People love to be shocked.”
I didn’t say anything.
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās kept speaking in the same flow.
She was too enthusiastic now to stop.
In addition, why the hell shouldn’t she?
She married Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī when she was not as capable, as popular, as understanding, as smart and as resourceful, as ingenious, as she was now.
“If someone notices the bestsellers,” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās continued to say, “and bothers to analyze them too carefully, s/he can’t miss to find that most of the sex books written by attractive women…”
“Why?” I interrupted teasing her playfully.
“Well,” she also became mischievous, “Because we women are sexier than you men.”
“Well, our Hindu studies too tally with your realization, but no one would believe you.”
“That’s right. I know it. That’s why I say the people hypocrites. They know so many cold and hard truths, yet they are too hypocrite, are at least too afraid, to accept them to themselves even when they are alone.”
“You are right.” I said gravely.
“Thanks. I was telling you that most of the sex books written by attractive women, whose photographs look very seductive on the dust jackets, are the stories that sell in big figures.
“Women readers love to read about sex more than the male readers, because most of us women are more hypocrites in this matter than you men. Our most hypocrite social system is responsible for it. It requires more morals from women than it requires from you males. You are praised everywhere, envied, and even role modeled, even by movie and television personalities and stars; because you have fucked most of the Beauties exist anywhere anytime, whether they are Musalmān Beauties or otherwise. However, Sidrah Aħmad is termed even a slut by most of the persons for she isn’t a One Man Woman. What a double standard. What a horribly hypocrite society we have.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās spit away in a dustbin.*
I watched her gravely.
Her husband, Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī, was listening to her attentively yet he didn’t want to come to the hall.
He hated both his wife, Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās, and me.
He hated his humiliation very much.
He was himself a man.
He has his own self-respect after all.
How the hell could he tolerate his own wife’s extramarital affair with me?
Yet what the hell could he do?
His wife was now smarter, shrewder, more capable, more resourceful, and more prudent and had even too much more money now, still flooding in more and more to her.
He couldn’t win her.
He was left too far behind his wife.
Only because she had a cunt and Durgesh fucked her.
He was a damn male.
He couldn’t get that easy money.
Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī heard.
I was saying.
“Our present society is not actually homogeneous, Tasbīħ. It’s a heterogeneous society. Every Democratic society is bound to be a heterogeneous society.”
“We must understand, for our own benefit, that we can’t have a common standard strictly, even if we want to do so. We are bound to have not only double standard but a multi standard society actually, whether we accept it boldly or not.”
“Because we are a Democratic society. We have to respect the standards the other persons have, whether we like them or not. I respect Sidrah Aħmad’s philosophy of life that she is ambitious to have sex with almost every Hindu male, though I’m strictly a man that actually respects and praises One Man Women.”
“Hey, I never knew that. Aren’t Sidrah Aħmad and you close friends, as close as you have sex mutually too?”
“So what? I think, perhaps, I don’t have any woman friend that isn’t as close to me as we have sex mutually. Even the women in my relations, even the Houseladies of my friends and foes have sexual relations with me. So, why not Sidrah Aħmad? What the hell has she done to harm me or other human beings?”
“Your friends don’t hate you that you enjoy sex with their own Houseladies?” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās smiled.
“Some of them do.” I accepted, “Some of them have severed even their friendship with me and they are my worst critics and/or enemies too now. But they are helpless because as soon as they severe their friendship with me, their Houseladies turn also against them, and start ridiculing and humiliating them themselves.”
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās watched me in an honest and sincere abundant admiration.
“I’ve never met anyone like you Durgesh. You are unique.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan had also been invited.
It was called a yacht, but actually, it was a large ship having almost every facility, Ved Nagar itself had.
Muħammad bin Qāsim represented Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company there.
The ‘yacht’ glided smoothly up the bay.
The throb of the big Eīshān Vaigyānic motors and the thrust of the propellers gave the sense of grand power underneath.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan realized that Eīshān Vigyān is succeeding largely whether Pseudo Musalmīn liked it or not.
It was succeeding despite a grand hatred of Pseudo Musalmīn.
The Musalmān Beauties were utmost fervent to greet it.
“It guarantees and establishes our own too much required and ever demanded freedom and importance.” Nafīsah Salmān had warned him, “I know you are a great man, but we Musalmān Beauties are getting more from Durgesh and/or other Hindus than you Pseudo Musalmīn can even offer us. Al Qur’an Al Kareem doesn’t say not to marry non-Muslim males. Al Qur’an Al Kareem is never communal. It says only:
‘Wa lā tunkiħū al musharikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And don’t marry polytheistic men to your women until they bring Īmān.’
−Al Qur’an Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah| 221
Durgesh is never a polytheist by any damn standard anyone may use, neither the other Vedic Monotheist Hindus are.”
“I agree with you, Nafīsah Salmān, word to word.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan, the great man of the time, said, “but what the damn difference my agreeing with you makes? Not even the slightest.”
“And you think we Musalmān Beauties should care for it? Have we damn cared ever of Pseudo Musalmīn? Are you suggesting us Musalmān Beauties too to turn communal as the Pseudo Musalmīn, after Yazīd Malåūn, turned in a hateful large number? We fought with the damn Yazīd Malåūnists ever and we would still continue our Jihad against them. If the Pseudo Musalmīn have surrendered to Yazīd Malåūn forever, damn them. We would keep fighting against Pseudo Musalmīn too with Durgesh and/or other Vedic Monotheist Hindus, with us. That’s what our daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, is proposing as Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. What the hell else she is doing?”*
The teakwood decks, mahogany trim and comfortable deck chairs gave the passengers a sense of luxury, a quite enjoyment of the good things of life.
As Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī let me pilot around to meet the various guests, the lady lawyer realized that the multi zillionaire could hardly have selected a more propitious, a more favorable, occasion for compromising a potential lawsuit with Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.
Most of the guests knew the ship, or yacht, whatsoever the guests wanted to call it, was actually a personal gift to me from Dévarshi Sadan of HVSI.
Brahmarshi Sadan of HVSI had gifted me a personal spaceship.
Maharshi sadan of HVSI had gifted me a personal latest hover HVSI limousine.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
She knew the gifts were actually the exhibition of the Eīshān Vaigyānic, scientific, and financial power HVSI Group of Companies possessed globally today.
The personal gifts to the Chairman indicated the power the HVSI Group of Companies enjoyed now.
She had tried her best to convince her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim, not to fight with HVSI Group of Companies.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was furious.
“HVSI Group of Companies is supporting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan blindly.”
“Oh, you don’t approve of it?”
“Her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, doesn’t approve of her proposed Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“She is now the new Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
“I know. Moreover, I know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is after either purchasing the oil island or taking it on lease too as she has leased nine islands already.”
“For her Seven Movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī reminded him.
“She is establishing her damn Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah there.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted, “Can’t you see?”*
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī understood very well.
I not only did the environment make for friendly good feeling, but in the background, there was always a suggestion of financial power on my part sophisticatedly, yet ingeniously.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī acknowledged Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Muħammad Ůsmān.
The fact that Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī wasn’t only related to the Al Muħammad Al Qāsim family, being an elder sister of Muħammad bin Qāsim, but she was even representing Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company legally, had brought a glimpse of latent hostility in Muħammad Ůsmān’s eyes.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī noted it and smiled.
The damn fool didn’t deserve to lead any Company whatsoever.
He was unable to hide his inner emotions, even courteously.
How could the stupid survive in the corporate world of constant nonstop business strategies and Diplomacy?
Muħammad Ůsmān, evidently, didn’t relish the idea of having lawyers checking on him.
I had gone the limit to have everyone aboard who was at all interested, even to Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah and her daughter, Shāhidah Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was bubbling with youth and vigor, for a change.
Everyone who knew him, had never seen Muħammad bin Qāsim, in such a happy mood.
He was actually an incurable pessimistic.
It was really a surprise that he was bubbling with happiness, now.
Taufīq Fātimah, Muħammad bin Qāsim’s dynamic Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, met with me with even more bubbling youth and bliss, her husband was bubbling with.
She was twenty-eight, PhD, and definitely a lot smarter than Muħammad bin Qāsim was.
It was more than evident, Taufīq Fātimah married Muħammad bin Qāsim for his money, rather than for anything else.
She had golden hair, gray blue eyes and a friendly unspoiled manner.
I saw that cocktails were served.
“No business of any kind, please,” I smiled the warning, “Not until after dinner, if the honorable guests don’t mind. Then all of us concerned will sit down at the big table and discuss the matter in a friendly environment. No bitterness, however. I warn everyone. We are educated persons and we should act and behave mutually in a civilized manner. Any uncivilized act from anyone may cause him/her a great trouble, I warn everyone, please. It’s the first and last warning, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s hope I would have nothing to cause you trouble, because if I would have to, it would make the concerned person wish to die instead. Sorry for the hard talk, but it was necessary to warn you for once and all. Now, let’s relax and enjoy. My staff will take care of you all. Please don’t hesitate to tell them for anything you need. You are honorable guests of the Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies. Enjoy it optimum, please.”
I took them around on a tour of the yacht, showing them the various staterooms, mechanical gadgets and lounging rooms.*
I moved over to stand at the rail ultimately some time later.
I let the brisk breeze tingle me into a feeling of physical well-being.
We had left the bay behind and were now within the confines of the river.
The banks were less than a mile apart.
The pilot was guiding the ship between spar buoys that marked a rather treacherous channel.
The ship was moving forward at half-speed skimming through the water as smoothly as a game fish in a cool pool.
The day had been hot, dry, and cloudless.
Now, it was pleasant hot, not a scorching one.
Neither it was cold now.
The sky above was still a clear, deep blue.
I heard motion behind.
Then Muħammad bin Qāsim’s voice said.
“Jījū, you alone? What a miracle.”
“What do you mean, Sālé?”
“Not even a single sister of my infinite ones, is interested in you now. Isn’t it amazing?”
“You requested me to meet you here alone.”
“That’s right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said gravely now, “Jījū, I think someone is trying to poison me, and deliberately trying to implicate and frame Taufīq Fātimah.”
“Yes, I myself suspect it.”
“Has Taufīq Fātimah talked with you about it?” Muħammad bin Qāsim asked me enthusiastically.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, we only tease each other. We don’t have any extramarital affair mutually.”
“Well, I’ve seen her grabbing your Uncut Hindu Penis and you playing with her boobs and buttocks.”
“She is a successful Hollywood heroine, isn’t she?”
“She says she has done some porn movies with you.”
“And you believe her?” I laughed, “Idiot, she is either only teasing you or boasting.”
“You haven’t fucked her?”
“If you really care about these things, why the hell you married a Hollywood Star?”
“Well,” Muħammad bin Qāsim hesitated.
“You’ll laugh at me.”
“As if you care.”
“Yes, I do. I respect you, Jījū, very much. They call you ‘Nīlkanŧh’. I think it’s true. It needs too much manly vigor and indisputable bravery to give a chance to the women who have gone off track, either due to this way or due to that way.”
“It’s a drastic change in you, Muħammad bin Qāsim. Congratulations. Now, I think I should myself respect you.” I smiled at him appreciatively.
“You don’t need to. Instead, I need your help.”
“Someone is trying his/her best to poison me and implicate, frame, Taufīq Fātimah.”
I watched him.
“You suspect anyone.”
“I’m not actually a real son of my present Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. I am an adopted son.”
“I am actually his cousin’s son. My real Abbū expired and my Ammī married my elder uncle, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“I know that too.” I said patiently.
“I suspect some of my legal sisters now; my real cousins however, don’t like the idea of sharing their father’s property with me.”
“Keep this information to yourself, please. Abbū and Ammī, if they knew it ever, would be immensely depressed of my nudist feminist legal sisters/ real cousins.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim extended his hand to me.
He held a sealed envelope in him.
“This is my affidavit stating that ‘if something happens to me ever, due to poison or otherwise, and it appears that my wife Taufīq Fātimah is involved, it’s only because she is framed up. I am dead sure that my wife, Taufīq Fātimah, isn’t responsible in any manner for my death.’ Would you assure me to protect Taufīq Fātimah if I die?”
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The train had come to a stop.
Doors glided open.
Porters stood helping passengers off the train.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd stood looking first to the left, then to the right.
A woman got off the train, stood looking around as though expecting to meet someone, started to walk toward the depot, paused, turned and walked toward Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“Waħīdah!” the woman said.
“Why, Ammījān!” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd exclaimed with entirely unanticipated extremely pleasant surprise. “Allah! Good heavens, I didn’t recognize you. Even your own daughter couldn’t recognize you! What have you done to yourself? Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I exchanged glances.
“Allah Allah! Good Lord, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd? Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s first wife? I’ll be damned.”*
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd smiled at her daughter.
“Hey, don’t tell me my new Hindu husband, my new Hindu Kħasam, didn’t tell you how miraculously he has transformed me.”
“Well, he told me,” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd managed to control somewhat her still miraculously extremely pleasant surprise, “but I could never imagine… Ammījān, you look only my elder sister now. None can ever guess you are my real Ammī. It’s just a miracle, Ammī. You’ve really taken off weight.”
“Thirty five pounds.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said, “I’m down to a hundred and twenty one and I’m going to stay that way. I’ve learned the hard way what happens to a woman when she lets her figure go.”
“Let Abbū see you and…”
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd interrupted her daughter in the middle,
“Allah, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, don’t tell me you still care for that bastard. He divorced a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān immensely faithful wife, for a hostess, for a shill who put on daringly cut evening gowns that were tight and clinging and circulated around the gambling tables here in Las Vegas, Nevada.”
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd was immensely angry.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd could understand very well what her Ammī was suffering through mentally.
“That’s why I requested you to meet somewhere else. But you insisted.”
“I lost my husband here. I want to celebrate my new private life exactly here to wipe out my memories of nonstop mental torture. You perhaps don’t know the bastard is also coming here to request me not to allow you to live in relationship with Durgesh. Hahaha. A thoroughly immoral husband is impersonating a thoroughly moral father now.”
I entered the room Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus were waiting for me in.
It was mellow, rich, with subdued sunlight filtering through pearl gray drapes.
There was wall-to-wall oyster-shell-colored carpeting on the floor.
The chairs were deep and comfortable.
The whole room was esthetically decorated.
It gave the impression that it had been designed for living, rather than to conform, to imitate, to any particular style of interior decoration.
“Beautifully decorated.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said as I entered there.
“Thank you.” I smiled, “But the credit goes to your friend Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, not to me.”
“I don’t think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and you are two different persons.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Thank you, Al Safiyah.”
“I’m sorry that you two, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and you, have differences of opinions.”
“Don’t be so modest ever.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said furiously, “Your ‘father in law’ has clearly accused Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that she has murdered her previous husband.”
“It was his opinion, darling, not mine. How can I answer for him?”
“I think I need to talk with Al Zakāt Al Qāsim about it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched me significantly.
“The question is why did your friend break Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s home?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched me suggestively.
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs went to me in Las Vegas, Nevada. I didn’t go to him.” she said somewhat acidly, “moreover, the life I was living wasn’t a dignified life. It was my compulsion, not my choice. Why the hell I shouldn’t grab an opportunity to lead a respectful life with a millionaire if I could?”
“Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd should herself blame for what happened.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly, “How the hell she thought Al Nadīm Al Quddūs woud not react to as a dazzling Musalmān Beauty as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus? How did Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd forget she was herself a dazzling Musalmān Beauty when Al Nadīm Al Quddūs married her? It’s a world of bitter competition. Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd should have maintained her beauty herself. Why the hell did she forget to watch her married life to be safe if she could?”*
I smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ironically.
“You mean every Musalmān Beauty is justified in breaking the other Musalmān Beauty’s home, if she is leading the hard and degrading life as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus did?”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could do it because Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd lost her interest in keeping her Musalmān husband properly.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly, “Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd took her husband for granted to be devoted to her only because he was married to her. Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd stopped watching her own figure despite knowing very well the polygamous nature of a man. It was her own mistake and she paid for it.”
“You haven’t any sympathy for Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd?”
“I have more sympathy for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said tersely.
“Because Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was suffering more in Las Vegas, Nevada?”
“Because Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was suffering more in Las Vegas, Nevada.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan repeated despite my smirk, “Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd was already a honorable housewife. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was not. It was natural for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that she tried to improve her personal life.”
“And Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was the only man available to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?” I kept smirking.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled curtly.
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was the immediate man available. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus didn’t love him. He was the only immediate man available to her who could help her for getting rid off that rather undignified life she was compelled to lead.”
I watched Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim suspected I was fucking her.
I didn’t contradict him.
It was useless.
The reputation Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, Åāýéshah Siddīqah, Kħadījah Muħammad, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her now famous/infamous seven movements: Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, had built up for me, never allowed anyone to believe ever that, a Musalmān Beauty was available to me and I never fucked her.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus awoke in her luxurious Ved Nagar mansion.
She pressed a button to open the electrically controlled drapes.
She was confronted by the side of a young man.
Vikram Bachhalyā was clad in a white T-shirt and exquisite jeans.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus struggled to sit up, buzzing for Musarrat Kħālid, her secretary.
At the same time Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was flinging on a marabou trimmed silk robe and pressing her feet into dusty pink mules.
Vikram Bachhalyā stretched himself and strolled casually out of view.
“Musarrat Kħālid,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus called, “where the hell are you?”
Musarrat Kħālid appeared, inscrutable, calm and anxious to her mistress’s calls.
She appreciated Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Most of the Ved Nagar film industry wives screamed at their secretaries.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus never did it.
She was always sophisticated.
What a pleasant exception Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was to the other Ved Nagar film industry wives.
The same Hollywood wives were there.
The same Bollywood wives were there.
The same Lollywood wives were there.
The same Tollywood wives were there.
Yet, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was quite different with them.
“There was Vikram Bachhalyā out by the pool. I wonder what the Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim’s Hindu husband was doing there. A Bachhalyā rarely loves a Musalmān Beauty. All the Bachhalyās are crazily obsessed with the Brāhmañ Beauties. You know that, Musarrat Kħālid, don’t you?”
Musarrat Kħālid smiled patiently,
“Durgesh is also a Bachhalyā, ma’am.”
“There are exceptions too, to every general attitude we notice about others.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled patiently too, “Don’t you think so?”
“That’s good. Make sure all the doors are locked.”
Musarrat Kħālid nodded,
She began to collect debris of clutter from Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s bedside table. Dirty Kleenex, a half finished glass of wine, a rifled box of chocolates.
“Musarrat,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus addressed her again.
“Don’t get excited, Señora.” Musarrat Kħālid said stoically, “Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim ma’am is not feeling good. She requested Vikram Bachhalyā, her husband…”
Musarrat Kħālid even couldn’t complete her sentence.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me that before?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus scolded Musarrat Kħālid and flung herself into her bathroom.
She slammed the door so hard that a framed print sprang off the wall and crashed to the floor.
Dumb ass woman.
It was impossible to get good help anymore.
They came. They went.
They did not give a damn even if you were raped and ravaged in your own home.
And this would have to happen while Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was away on location.
Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim would never have dared to pretend to be sick if Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was here.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus flung off her robe, slipped out of her nightgown, and stepped under the invigorating sharpness of an ice cold shower.
She gritted her teeth.
Cold shower was best for the skin.
It tightened everything up.
Allah målūm, God knows, even with the gym and yoga and the modern dance class it still all needed tightening.
No, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus wasn’t fat even a bit.
She knew very well how incredibly beautiful she was.
People were either jealous or crazy of her incredible Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty.
She was aware of it.
She knew it was her greatest weapon in this damn male dominated world.
Her brother in law, her dévar, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, hated the ground Al Safiyah Al Ghaus walked on, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew.
But what can the damn fool do?
He is claiming now Al Safiyah Al Ghaus has murdered her former husband.
But can the moron explain why the hell she worked as a hostess before marrying Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled.
She wasn’t born yesterday.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim still has a long way to understand what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus really was.
The life had taught her more than it taught Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled shrewdly.
She lived now in a six bedroomed, seven bathroomed, Ved Nagar Film Industry palace.
On the flats too.
Not stuck up in the hills.
On the flats.
Prime real Estate.
Her extraordinary devastating Musalmān beauty is perfectly being taken care of.
Her hair was a rich brown, cut short and tipped with golden streaks.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān skin was alabaster white and smooth.
Thanks to regular facials.
Her teeth were white and even.
She was prudent enough never to stop reading and learning.
Most of the Ved Nagar film industry wives criticize Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that she reads so much.
They didn’t understand its benefits.
Moreover, the proud Musalmān Beauties neither wanted to read and keep on improving themselves as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus did without failure nonstop.
Most of the Ved Nagar film industry wives used to read Hollywood stuff only.
‘Vogue’, ‘People’, ‘Us’.
They skimmed the trades, ‘Variety’ and ‘Hollywood Reporter’.
Wasn’t Ronald Regan elected the President?
If they can do it, why the hell can’t Al Nadīm Al Quddūs even?
Yes, he isn’t a star as Ronald Regan.
But he is a first class screenplay writer.
He can dream wonderfully.
He was one of the best dreamers in Ved Nagar Film Industry, Hollywood, Bollywood, Lollywood and Tollywood.
His screenplays were always stupendous hits.
After Salim Javed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs has also made a writer a star.*
Despite frantic and desperate attempts from Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew how obsessed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was with her.
He deliberately chose to marry a gambling house hostess, a shill, from Las Vegas, Nevada.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew it was the only place she could impress the then successful screenplay writer of Ved Nagar Film Industry.
He could be a stepladder for her to fulfill her dreams.
She could easily make it with a dreamer.
The realists were not for her.
They love money/ career/life more than they love anything else.
Durgesh is a realist.
Yes, he is a dreamer too.
But he is a realist dreamer.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wasn’t a realist at all.
He was only a dreamer.
He could be a stepladder for her.
He has his own mission.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus has her own mission.
Durgesh could help her in her mission, but not as a stepladder.
Durgesh is too prudent, too realistic.
It was a big mansion, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim lived in with her Bachhalyā Hindu husband, Pratāp Bachhalyā.
The house was one of the show places of Ved Nagar.
It had side porches, spacious grounds, shade trees, lawns, summerhouses, terraces, winding walks and swimming pools.
It was a vast exquisite dwelling.
It showed, rather exhibited, the multi millions Pratāp Bachhalyā and his extremely beautiful wife, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, possessed.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī turned my limousine in at the driveway.
Together with the big garage, the driveway was itself magnificent.
The hard surfaced driveway cut through in a businesslike straight line past the winding walks that followed the contours of the terraced grounds.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, the ambitious sister of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, now a successful lawyer herself, stopped my limousine.
She rang the bell second time before we heard confident steps, knees, elbows and palms, and then the door was opened by extremely beautiful Al Lubnā Al Qāsim and Pratāp Bachhalyā themselves.
Al Lubnā Al Qāsim smiled at her elder sister.
She was their lawyer despite she was an integral part of HVS Law Internationals now.
The Al Qāsims still had their faith in their own blood?
I didn’t know.
Al Lubnā Al Qāsim was similarly on her knees and elbows as her elder sister, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, was.
Pratāp Bachhalyā was fucking Al Lubnā Al Qāsim from her gorgeous behind as I was fucking Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
It was Ved Nagar.
Nonstop sophisticated fucking was entirely legal and normal here.
It was in India, but it was a largely privileged Global City, rather Inter Universal to be more correct and more specific.
“Welcome,” Pratāp Bachhalyā and Al Lubnā Al Qāsim smiled, “Come in, please.”
“Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs Bhāījān, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Vikram Bachhalyā…”
Al Lubnā Al Qāsim interrupted Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī in her mid sentence.
“They all have already come. You are rather late.”*
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and I followed Al Lubnā Al Qāsim and Pratāp Bachhalyā.
The room we entered in, was thoroughly in keeping with the rest of the house.
It was a large spacious library.
Both Al Lubnā Al Qāsim and her husband, Pratāp Bachhalyā, were great believers in reading and keeping themselves update.
So were Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and I.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was not my live in relationship partner exactly.
She was my friend and sister in law, my Salhaj, actually.
Yet, we fucked now openly.
Even her husband appreciated our exquisite fucking.
The entire Al Qāsim sisters were thoroughly devastating Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties.
I smiled at Pratāp Bachhalyā.
“You are one of the luckiest men, Pratāp. Your wife is really a devastating Musalmān Beauty. Congratulations.”
Pratāp Bachhalyā smiled graciously.
“Thank you very much.”
In the center of the library, there was a massive mahogany table.
There were three huge table lamps on the table.
The shades were some four feet in diameter at the bottom.
They were composed of heavy leather.
The clustered lamps on the interior poured fourth illumination upon the huge table and sprayed light out through the openings in the tops of the shades.
Six chairs had been drawn up at the table.
Three of them were occupied.
The fourth was evidently occupied by Al Lubnā Al Qāsim and Pratāp Bachhalyā.
Evidently, they were fucking on the fourth chair, as Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Vikram Bachhalyā were still fucking on the third.
The fifth chair was occupied by Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
The last sixth chair was occupied by Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs were also husband and wife.
Yet they were sitting on separate chairs fully clothed.
“Hey,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī laughed at them, “aren’t you too husband and wife?”
“Sure we are.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly, “But I am neither Vikram Bachhalyā nor Pratāp Bachhalyā. I am Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. Remember?”
Vikram Bachhalyā fucking Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Pratāp Bachhalyā fucking Al Lubnā Al Qāsim laughed.
Both the younger sisters of Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Al Lubnā Al Qāsim laughed too.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was shamelessly not embarrassed.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked shameful of herself.
“Sorry, Al Hudā , your cousin is a finicky. He doesn’t care ever even a bit how embarrassed and shameful I am feeling myself, as if my husband has died or divorced me already. His backward morals…”
“Backward morals hell,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly, “I am not an ever sexy Hindu. And you knew it very well before you married me. Didn’t you?”
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“Then you don’t know either Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm or Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās. They are especially chosen by us to keep both of their eyes on Muħammad Ůsmān nonstop. There are some more arrangements in addition. But they are kept to be used in emergency only.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
She pulled a newspaper.
“Here it is.”
It was a classified ad.
‘Five thousand INR reward:
It is requested to the parties who were changing a tire on an automobile at the intersection of Bājīrāo Mastānī Avenue and Nargis Dutt Drive, at about five o’clock on the afternoon of the thirty first, to communicate with the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.
If they give a description optimum to identify the green Safari that was speeding east on Nargis Dutt Drive, and crashed into the Lincoln parked there facing east itself on Bājīrāo Mastānī Avenue, they will receive INR five thousand cash.
Bystanders think the young woman in this parked car jotted down the license number of the speeding green Safari but left the scene before the police arrived.
Any information from anyone leading to an identification of this hit and run driver will result in the prompt payment of INR five thousand cash.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“I’m sure Muħammad Ůsmān has managed to sabotage it somehow. Otherwise, it had certainly produced some result till now. Everyone hates a hit and run driver.”
“Maybe the people in that parked automobile haven’t seen anything.” Kħadījah Muħammad suggested.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm was already on her back now on the bed.
“There were a man and a woman in the car. It was a light colored Mercedes, fairly new.” I got between the magnificent nude legs of Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm, “They’d evidently just finished changing a tire.”*
I was already so excited that I couldn’t wait.
I pushed it and entered to the hilt.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm kissed me gratefully.
“The bystanders say the man was putting the flat tire back in the trunk when the accident happened. The woman wrote something down in a notebook. Apparently, it was the license number of the automobile that speeded away from the scene of the accident after slamming the Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Lincoln.”
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm was happy being fucked by me so wildly.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm smiled.
“Yes, Bājī. I have already told you so.”
“And you think there is money in it?”
I was still fucking her vigorously.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was vanishing into Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm’s Omani Årab Musalmān Cunt entirely to my Hindu balls, coming out anointed with her fragrant Omani Årab Musalmān vaginal juice till only its head remained inside, and then vanishing all over again to the hilt.
There was a superb lustful glint in Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm’s eyes.
To hell with Muħammad Ůsmān.
Why Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās only isn’t enough to keep an eye on that bastard?
Why it was necessary that Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm should also join the bastard as his confidential secretary?
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm debated whether, now that the chips were down, she wanted to go through with it or not.
Yes, Durgesh is her man now.
He is a brilliant barrister.
She is Muħammad Ůsmān’s confidential secretary for six years now.
To what extent Durgesh, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Kħadījah Muħammad have faith in her, is evident from the fact that they have put another shadow on the bastard, Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās, Muħammad Ůsmān’s second wife.
Is Muħammad Ůsmān really that dangerous?
And if so, should Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm interfere with his personal affairs?
Why the hell she didn’t do it?
How the hell she knows it’s really blackmail?
Suddenly she reached a decision.
“Yes, I think there is money in the suitcase.”
“I can’t explain the facts in another way.”
“What do you think the facts are?” I asked smiling.
“I’m Muħammad Ůsmān’s confidential secretary for the six years now. Naturally I know him somewhat more than the others.”
“Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās isn’t his wife for six years.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm said curtly, “She is a new addition to confirm what I report to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Durgesh and you, isn’t misjudged by me.”
“I see.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“I don’t think so.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm said patiently, “I open his mail, all of his mail. I separate it and arrange it in the order of its importance. I think he trusts me more than the rest of his employees even. We have been very close.”
“Not as close as his wife, yet.” Kħadījah Muħammad commented.
“Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās? She is married to him for four years only.”
The brightness in her eyes, as well as the triumphant smile on her lips increased.
She knew Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās also did the same for the same purpose.
The bloody bastard doesn’t deserve this great name.
His parents named him after Ħazrat Ůsmān bin Åffān razī Allāhu tålā ånahu.
He never tried to live his great name.
Being his secretary for six years now, Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm knows very well how many gambling joints Muħammad Ůsmān owns himself alone and how many with the other veteran Pseudo Musalmīn criminal/criminal minded persons.
She wouldn’t be surprised even if she would know some day, Muħammad Ůsmān is the Supremo of entire illegal gambling business on the globe.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm smiled adjusting her nude legs on my equally nude shoulders.
“Well, I open all of Muħammad Ůsmān’s mails. I informed you a few days ago, he instructed me that in case any envelope was received bearing the return address A. M. Åbbās, I wasn’t to open it. I was to pass it along to him unopened.”
Kħadījah Muħammad looked at me.
“That aroused your curiosity, you said.”
“That’s right.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm also looked at me bravely.
“Such a letter was received?”
“Such a letter was received.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm admitted.
“I instructed you not to open it.”
“I didn’t.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm said gravely, “Nevertheless I have the letter itself now. Here it is.”
She opened her purse and reached inside.
Kħadījah Muħammad and I exchanged swift glances.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm extracted a folded sheet of paper and unfolded it.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis until only its head remained inside and thrust it back more forcefully.
It vanished again to my balls.
“How did you get this?” I asked her.
“I saw a torn piece of paper in the wastebasket.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm smiled cunningly and kissed me on my lips, “It had some words pasted on it.”
“It was unusual and I was put there by you folks to keep an eye especially on everything unusual.”
“I rummaged around in the wastebasket, found the other torn pieces of the letter and put them together.”
Taking the letter from her, I read it, holding it so Kħadījah Muħammad could also see the printed words.
‘GET MONEY. INSTRUCTIONS ON TELEPHONE. FAILURE WILL BE FATAL.’
“How about the envelope it came in?”
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm again reached in her purse and took out an envelope.
In the upper left hand corner of the envelope, there was a return address of A. M. Åbbās, General Delivery.
The envelope had been addressed on a typewriter.
“You get it this morning?” I asked.
“That’s right. The letter was in the morning mail. I found it in the wastebasket about an hour ago.”
“Alright. Now, tell me about the suitcase.”
“Well, this morning after the letter I saw Muħammad Ůsmān was exceptionally nervous.”
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed incredulously.
“Bosh and nonsense. He was putting an act to deceive you.”
“That’s right.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm smiled, “I also suspected the same. Well, he told me to go down to a luggage store and get a suitcase. He said it was to be just a plain suitcase but it had to be strong and durable, nevertheless. He said the handle, particularly, had to be strong. Moreover, its sides must be so strong that the saleswoman could stand on it. He said he’d seen suitcases demonstrated in that way in some of the TV ads.”
“I went down and bought this suitcase. To check its strength I myself stood on it.”
“The suitcase has a lock.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm smiled too, “There were two keys to the lock when it was sold to me. I took one of them and took its impression on a soap to make its duplicate.”
“I delivered the suitcase to Muħammad Ůsmān with both the original keys. He took the suitcase and went into his office. The suitcase was empty. When he came back, it was locked and it was heavy.”
“Didn’t he give you some instructions?”
“Oh sure. Muħammad Ůsmān told me that I had to perform a very delicate mission. He wanted me to take this suitcase and be very, very careful not to let it out of my possession, not to let anything happen to it. I was to go to the Union Depot and go to the place where they have the lockers―you know, the baggage lockers where you pay ten INR, deposit baggage and get a key.”
I nodded gravely.
Muħammad Ůsmān was certainly after something mischievous.
The return address on the envelope ‘A. M. Åbbās’ could easily be interpreted ‘Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās’, his second wife, and actually our agent.
Was he planning to implicate Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm too in the conspiracy?*
I made Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm to go on her knees and elbows.
Even while Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm was reporting to me daily, and I kept my promise of fucking her while she was reporting to me, Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm was still more ravenous to enjoy me inside her more and more.
My sex kicks into her ultimate vaginal depths were already wild.
Even then, her sexual motions to my Hindu crotch were still wilder than mine were.
But she had to.
Damn Muħammad Ůsmān.
If only he wasn’t so, criminal/criminal minded Musalmān.
There isn’t any future of Pseudo Islam now anywhere.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm went on to say,
“I was to go to locker F786 and put this suitcase in there. I was to take out the key; put the key in an envelope addressed to A. M. Åbbās, General Delivery, put stamps on the envelope and put it in the mail. Then I was to return to the office.”
I squeezed her boobs still fucking her wildly.
“How long ago did you receive these instructions, Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm darling?”
“Just about twenty minutes ago.”
“I see. Now, what was to happen if the locker F786 was already in use?”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“If, suppose, someone had already put his/her baggage in there and taken the key out.” She explained to Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm, “Then what?”*
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm winked at us.
“Then I was to use anyone of the four adjacent lockers in the same row as F786 and to the left of that locker.”
Kħadījah Muħammad said,
“Aren’t you fighting against time, in that case, I mean?”
“Sure.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm said increasing the already wild movements of her glorious and gorgeous Omani Årab Musalmān female buttocks to my Hindu crotch, “I’ve got my office car waiting downstairs. I want to open the suitcase and see what’s in it. There maybe even a bomb in it. We suspect Muħammad Ůsmān a potential terrorist after all.”
“Even if, as I rather suspect, it’s full of money, I want to take the numbers on some of the bills―all of them if we have time.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm said.
“Why didn’t you just open it?” Kħadījah Muħammad asked.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm smiled.
“Do I look that foolish?”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled too.
“Banno, you are extremely beautiful. But that attribute you have is expedient to Durgesh and yourself, not to mine.”
“Then?” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed cunningly.
“I’m not working with that bastard, Muħammad Ůsmān, a blot to the great name of Ħazrat Ůsmān bin Åffān razī Allāhu tålā ånahu, in my own individual capacity. I’m doing it for an international organization: ‘Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad’.”
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm laughed too.
“You aren’t deceiving Durgesh even a bit.”
“What do you mean?”
“Durgesh isn’t imprudent enough not to understand who is masterminding it all actually.”
“Not I, Vallāh.”
“Wrong again. Idiot, try to concentrate on the cold and hard facts. Pitr’shrī knew Durgesh loved me more, not Saiyadah Fātimah PhD. I too loved Durgesh not any less than Saiyadah Fātimah PhD loved him. Yet, Pitr’shrī wanted Saiyadah Fātimah PhD must be Durgesh’s legal wife, not I. Why?”
“So what?” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm asked belligerently, “Even if so, what’s wrong in it?”
“Musalmīn?” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm, the Omani Årab Musalmān lioness, thundered, “You call them Musalmīn? Most of them aren’t Panjvaqtah Namāzī. Most of them haven’t studied Al Qur’an Al Karīm ever. Most of them haven’t gone through Aħādīs-e-muqaddasāt even. And you call them Musalmīn. Haha. They aren’t Musalmīn. They are Pseudo Musalmīn. I damn care what they bark about me. The hell with them.”
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The gun imh 59786 was still in my hand.
The condition was now under control.
I pushed the catch of the .22 HVSI revolver.
It released the cylinder.
I swung out the cylinder and said,
“One empty cartridge case in the cylinder.”
I watched her cunningly.
“How can you say that? Neither you know her, nor I.”
“Isn’t it obvious? Damn it.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said angrily, “Thanks Allah, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is herself a Musalmān lady. My employer is being framed because she is against terrorists and Criminal/ Criminal Minded Pseudo Musalmīn. I demand protection for her.”
“We Musalmān Beauties call you ‘Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!’ Don’t we?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said furiously, “You are already fucking her. Don’t you? Now go ahead and protect her from the Criminal/ Criminal Minded Pseudo Musalmīn. They are trying to frame her because she is promoting Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club being a major shareholder there.”
“How do you know I won’t?” I myself asked furiously.
Both of them looked at each other.
Then relaxed somewhat, they both tried to smile,
“Sorry.” They said simultaneously.
“Let’s assume someone planted this revolver here really to frame Nauhīd Niyāzī.”
“She isn’t Nauhīd Niyāzī.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk immediately said, “She is Shaguftah Rashīd. I don’t know why you are calling her suddenly now Nauhīd Niyāzī. What do you think; I don’t know my employer even?”
She extended her right hand to me once more.
I looked questioningly at her.
“These are two other passports I found here more.”
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk smiled.
“One of them must be my passport.”
“What if even your doubt is right?” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk smiled indifferently, “Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan isn’t any organization of us Musalmān Beauties that is terrorist, Criminal/ Criminal Minded. Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad is an organization of us Musalmān Beauties that is devoted to educate ourselves as high as we can. We hate crime unconditionally. It’s included in the constitution of Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad never to compromise with the terrorists, Criminal/ Criminal Minded Pseudo Musalmīn. Any soft corner for any of them, if proven, terminates the membership of Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad. What’s wrong in its membership?”*
“I’ve never hidden any fact about my present or past.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said righteously, “Not from either government of India, government of Saůūdī Årab, nor even from my employer, Shaguftah Rashīd.”
“The name of your employer according to her passport is Nauhīd Niyāzī.”
“I doubt it can’t be her passport.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk denied it contemptuously, “Aren’t you jumping on conclusions, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl? Shouldn’t you be more patient and more investigating instead of jumping on baseless conclusions?”
“The charge was never proven against me.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said bitterly, “You must know it as well, as you know that I was prosecuted on the charge.”
“Yes, why not? Certainly.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said fearlessly, “Only I wasn’t expelled from Saůūdī Årab ever. I left Saůūdī Årab after my trial there, on my own accord. Being a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān yourself, I don’t need to tell you that not only in Saůūdī Årab, in entire Pseudo Islamic Countries as well, once a suspect is always a suspect. Why should I risk my life in Saůūdī Årab if I could live freely in India as a citizen of Sultanate of Oman?”
“I see. How interesting it is however that you have the citizenship of the same country you were charged to be on payroll of.”
“You don’t know the present Sultan of Sultanate of Oman. Do you?”
“Certainly not, my dear, certainly not.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled tartly, “I’m only an ACP here, not even the Commissioner of Police. A friend and sālā of Durgesh, Muħammad Åbdullah has the honor. How can I know any Sultan of any Årab Sultanate, including the said Sultanate of Oman?”
“He is a very good man.”
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was smiling patronizingly now.
“Shouldn’t I have?”
“Sure. The point I’m making is different somewhat however.”
I looked at Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
She couldn’t provide me that information before.
But she is providing me the same now indirectly by cross-questioning Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk herself.
Should I be more attentive to Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk myself?
My basic policy was:
‘Be cautious, but never treat others as your enemy until their enmity to you isn’t proven beyond any doubt.
Never mistake making the others your enemy if they are not already, by doubting their honesty and sincerity to you.’
It was continuously being reported to me from various sources I had access to that, the present Sultan of Sultanate of Oman was a better human being than his contemporaries were.
He was reported to be even better than his own predecessors were.
At present, it had 167 members of the parliament.
Fifteen of them were women.
One hundred fifty two were males.
Not balanced very much.
Yes, but so were the other democratic parliaments even.
The old wood cabin was surrounded by darkness.
The shades were drawn.
A dog lay motionless on the front porch.
A thin stream of smoke flowed out of the chimney and headed north.
It was Makkah Mukarramah itself.
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was not a doctor then.
She was Just eighteen Just adult.
Sitting silently in front of the fireplace, Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was shoving stacks of paper into the hot flames.
Damn Yazīd Malåūn.
He destroyed the great Islamic revolution only because his clan hated the clan of Ħuzūrs.
In his over enthusiasm to establish Islamic morals and discipline Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu didn’t Ħazrat Ůmar Fārūq, Fārūq-e-Åāzamrzu, actually unknowingly encouraged Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu?
Durgesh says John Elray is wrong that Ħazrat Ůmar Fārūqrzu couldn’t forget the ancestral rivalry with the clan of Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched me scrutinizing.
“There are some persons who say even you don’t understand the Islamic movement of Ħuzūrs.”
“Well, they might be right.”
“What?” my duly married wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, looked at me curtly.
I smiled teasing them.
“Once a humane always a humane.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never cared to get your appreciation.” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD said, still curtly to me, “Kħadījah Muħammad and I always cared for childishly. The result is we failed and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is succeeding.”*
I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“We Hindus are not tired of you Musalmān Beauties. Neither we are ever afraid of terrorists and Criminal/ Criminal Minded Musalmīn. You know it very well. The conspiracies of Muħammad Ůsmān are not proven still now.”
I controlled myself.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said again.
“We’ve tried to be civilized about the thing. I knew you think we Musalmān Beauties are unduly, unjustifiably, harsh on our Musalmān mankind. You think we enjoy them punishing unduly when we get support from you Hindus. Why don’t you understand they deserve it?”
“What do you want Durgesh?”
“Stop humiliating Musalmīn until they aren’t proven guilty.”
“Your sense of justice―”
“Unjustified? Impractical? Unreasonable?”
“You must peruse Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors at faith freedom.org more attentively.”
“I’ve studied Al Qur’an Al Karīm and Aħādīs-e-muqaddasāt myself. I’ve studied Al Tārīkħ Al Islam too deeply. I’m sorry to say I don’t agree with Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors at faith freedom.org absolutely.”
“We Musalmān Beauties ourselves don’t agree with Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors at faith freedom.org absolutely.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “Yet he and his co-authors are not absolutely incorrect. Are they?”
“But the activities of the Musalmīn they discuss so fearlessly are entirely correct. Aren’t they?”
“I never said that.”
“Yet you never stopped favoring them.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah charged me, “You think Muħammad Ůsmān maybe innocent. Well, if he is innocent why the hell he is maintaining so many households in different Pseudo Islamic Countries as well as in the other countries too?”
I looked at her gravely.
“You really don’t know?”
“What do you mean?”*
I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gravely.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly,
“Yes. There are so many other Pseudo Musalmīn too. The bastards pretend they marry only four Musalmān wives. But they never tell anyone that they maintain so many households in different Pseudo Islamic Countries as well as in the other countries too. In every household they have their different set of four Musalmān wives.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think we Hindus and you Musalmān Beauties haven’t left another alternative for them except to resort to it. What the Pseudo Musalmīn can do? Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives hate them because they aren’t ultra-modern, sophisticated and well educated. Sooner or later they join either my bed or the bed of other powerful and capable Hindus that can take care of them perfectly and protect them from their incompetent Pseudo Musalmīn husbands.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me patiently.
“Working for our Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, we adopt various pretenses to reach the appropriate Jet Musalmān Beauty. We have an assigned territory. I too have. I pretended to have a series of books that are designed to give the newly wed, and still unwed, Musalmān Beauties how to deal with an orthodox Musalmān husband and ultramodern Hindu lover simultaneously.”
“The books are so cleverly arranged that there is really no age limit.”
“Not even just eighteen to thirty you call Jet?”
“Not even just eighteen to thirty we call Jet.”
“You aren’t taking optimum interest.”
“You are mistaken.”
“Nonsense. He is already cuckolded. He can’t even imagine taking any risk that his videos of cuckolded life style be released at the movie theaters and multiplexes of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad etcetera.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me harshly.
“Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gives us members all sorts of sides helps, does advertising and secures lists of live prospects so that we don’t have to waste our time in fruitless door to door canvassing. These prospects are sent in at the rate of about ten a day. Sometimes they mail them in, sometimes they telephone them.”
“What is a live prospect?” I asked.
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and Muħammad Ůsmān have a very nice house. They have some spare rooms as well as a guesthouse. Every spare room has its own washbowl and toilet. Yet, it also has a connection with the downstairs bath. Now, listen to me carefully, Durgesh, it’s very important.”
I nodded gravely.
“I’m listening to, don’t worry. Muħammad Ůsmān is not my responsibility. Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and you are my responsibilities. If Muħammad Ůsmān is really planning some conspiracy against anyone of you both, it’s my responsibility to protect both of you.”
“Thank you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed somewhat assured now, “Muħammad Ůsmān never liked me. Yet on the persistent insistence of Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī sometimes I have to stay with her even at night, you know.”
“Muħammad Ůsmān is away from home a lot.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah went on, “He claims he is some kind of a business sharpshooter. Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has always been rather indefinite about what he himself does. Despite Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī inquiring him so many times, Muħammad Ůsmān never told her his true whereabouts. Anyhow Muħammad Ůsmān travels a lot.”
“Muħammad Ůsmān travels a lot.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah nodded, “and makes investments. He has misappropriated Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī’s money already to the extent that now he always seems to have plenty of money. Even then, I’ve never been able to find out exactly what my ever shrewd ever Criminal/ Criminal Minded brother in law does.”
I kissed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
She was on her back now.
Her nude magnificent legs were on my shoulders.
“It was necessary.” I said gravely, “You both had cuckolded him despite my persistent objections. He is shrewd. I had to put some shadow on him to know of his whereabouts.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled,
“His newly married fourth wife, Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās?”
I smiled too.
“None whatsoever. Yet, you put one more shadow on him, his secretary Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm. Didn’t you?”
“He is too shrewd to be shadowed by only his new fourth wife.”*
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm put a suitcase down, and then she rushed to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me on my lips.
“This is the suitcase?” I asked.
“This is the suitcase.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm chuckled mischievously.
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.
I laughed sarcastically.
“I don’t know. I haven’t studied about your Sāħir Ludhiyānvī ever so minutely.”
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I hadn’t another alternative.
Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was right.
To hell with every ethics whatsoever.
A human life is more important than everything is, including ethics too.
That’s what even Hinduism believes in.
Why otherwise Lord Vishñu had deceived his sisters in law, his Salhajs, Vr’ndā and Tulsī and made love to them?
Wasn’t it to save humanity from the totalitarians Shankhchūđ and Jalandhar?
Who says it was incest?
No, it wasn’t incest.
It was not done to fulfill his own male animal desires at all.
Why did Lord Rām kill Vāli hiding behind a tree?
Why did Lord Kr’shñ made Yudhishŧhir to lie that Ashvatthāmā had been killed?
Hinduism never had impractical ethics detrimental to humanity.
Yet, even then, I was careful enough not to forget there might be movie/ video cameras and/or other devices to frame us, all the three of us.
She was already busy in searching the surroundings with a fine-toothed comb.
How pleasant it is to have an utmost competent police officer with you to assist you when you need very much.
Even in her unconsciousness, Shaguftah Rashīd had spread her legs as if inviting me to make love to her.
I approached Shaguftah Rashīd between her legs.
How beautiful she was.
I was already hardened abundantly.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā had given me everything I needed ever quite in abundance.
They smiled as if wishing me ‘best of luck’, as well as success in saving Shaguftah Rashīd’s life.
Shaguftah Rashīd smiled in unconsciousness as if enjoying it very much herself.
I didn’t know what her own reaction would be that I made love to her to save her life, after gaining consciousness.*
Even though it was abundant now that Musalmān Beauties were themselves wooing Hindu men to have sex with them, having their own lavish reasons, I couldn’t deny the fact that so many of them changed their tune after enjoying Uncut Hindu Prick to their hearts’ content.
And why shouldn’t they?
Pseudo Islam was a communal and imperialist movement.
It vanished entirely to the hilt.
I kissed unconscious Shaguftah Rashīd feeling completely content now.*
Well, why shouldn’t I?
But why can’t I enjoy it as well?
To hell with the impractical moralists, unreasonable moralizers, unrealistic preachers, unfeasible critics, unworkable philosophers, unrealistic puritans, impractical saints, and impractical prudes, if they criticize me on it.
Most of them had only thought of it.
They never experienced it.
I started fucking Shaguftah Rashīd passionately and wildly rather.
Being an utmost successful Sex Therapist I knew she needed it.
Even in her unconsciousness, Shaguftah Rashīd was not only enjoying my passionate Hindu sex kicks very much, she was also cooperating with me, rather responding my passionate Hindu sex kicks even more passionately and more wildly.
She had already put her legs on my shoulders.
“Well, Durgesh darling, I think you would like to see it.”
She was also busy in searching the surroundings.
It was a passport however.
It was Nauhīd Niyāzī.*
Before I could pull myself together, Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk also twisted at me and extended a gun to me.
It was fully embedded into her.
“I’ve found it in her dressing drawer.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said gravely.
She waved the gun at me.
“Durgesh darling,” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said curtly, “I’m quite certain it’s one of the guns Imām Muħammad Ħasan keeps at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club for the protection of his Musalmān Beauties and Hindu male members from the terrorists and Pseudo Musalmīn.”
There wasn’t any indication on Nauhīd Niyāzī’s extremely beautiful face that she was conscious at all and understanding how incriminating evidences both ACP Suraiyā Jamāl and Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk had found against her.
“How do you know?” I asked Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk taking the gun from her hand.
I had wrapped a handkerchief however before taking the gun from the hand of Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk looked at me gravely.
“I have seen the guns Imām Muħammad Ħasan keeps there.”
“You are also a member of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club as your employer is?”
“Of course, and I also own quite a stock of shares there too.”
“I see.” I started fucking Nauhīd Niyāzī once again.
However, I wasn’t certain even now that her real name was Nauhīd Niyāzī.
It was never possible if her real name was not Shaguftah Rashīd.
Ved Nagar was not only what it appeared to be ostensibly.
It wasn’t easy to pull wool on the eyes of the security authorities of Ved Nagar.
I watched the gun in my hand.
It was a .22 caliber HVSI revolver, more beautiful, yet similarly more dangerous, than a similar Smith and Wesson revolver.
It was stamped with a number in its metal, imh 59786.
The number evidenced that the gun was made on the special order from Imām Muħammad Ħasan, imh was its proof.
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk might telling the truth.
The gun was of a special make exclusively made for Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.*
Kħadījah Muħammad and I could hear the rapid click clack… click clack… click clack of heels in the corridor.
Kħadījah Muħammad was in her rukū and I was fucking her once more from her behind.
I indicated to Kħadījah Muħammad to open the door.
She did it gravely.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at both of us.
“Thank you so much for waiting, Durgesh, I’m sorry I’m late. I just couldn’t make it any sooner.”
I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah over carefully and said,
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled too.
“Well, Durgesh has just cum into me. You may take over, if you want to.”
“Hey, thank you. Thank you very much. I never thought you’d be so nice.”
I pulled Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah in my arms.
“Yes, and that’s why she is successful now in eliminating the age old kingdom of Al Saåūds from Saůūdī Årab. Even on the pathway of establishing Democracy everywhere in entire Pseudo Islamic Countries.”
“You too appreciate Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”
“You are right.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“Thank you. However there is some difference between the ways Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I imitate you.”
“Allah, you both are trying to make me something more than I myself feel to be.” Kħadījah Muħammad tried to be modest.
“I appreciate your modesty.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “However, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan imitates you blindly while I tried to do something more you didn’t, yet Durgesh deserved to be done with.”
“Hey you two! What the hell you think I am?”
“The greatest Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties in the entire history of humanity. Kħadījah Muħammad raped you when she met you first. But I kidnapped you first, and then raped you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at both of us.
“Thank you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kissed me back gratefully, as if highly indebted to me.
I myself undressed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and then I started fucking her.
“You are most welcome.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled at her big heartedly, “He is fucking me nonstop for hours. I wanted some time to breathe myself. You are an Allahdād opportunity.”
“I notice you’re breathless and excited. How about some juice, or even some drink if you prefer?”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“That’s what I thought.”
“I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you for it.”
“It’s alright. Go ahead and enjoy. What’s the problem anyway?”
Now, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was herself wet too.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had pushed her extremely beautiful glorious gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my male Hindu lap and was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Cock entirely vanished into her eagerly responsive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal depths.
“Go ahead. Nothing to worry. Tell me everything. Dump it to me and forget it.”*
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“Well, you know, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I started the Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops. That was before Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī was married. We each had half of the stock except a small block of five shares. We gave it to Nafīsah Salmān Ammī. I’ve always liked her. Nafīsah Salmān Ammī is rather naïve. But her shrewd daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan full of endless tact now has managed to pick up the five shares of stock that we had given to Nafīsah Salmān Ammī.”
“And you think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wants to pry in your business?”
“I thought so at the time.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said bitterly, “When your JetMusalmān Beauties Queen, your utmost dearest Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the entirely shameless nudist feminist, the new everfirst President of Saůūdī Årab, handed over the stock for transfer, she joked about being a silent partner. But I think there’s something far more sinister back of it.”
I kissed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah passionately, pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, till only its head remained inside between her ravenous quivering labial lips, squeezed her boobs and then thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock all the way inside wildly.
She jumped on her back enjoying the miraculous Hindu sex kicks very much.
Her legs were on my nude Hindu shoulders and I was on top of her between her beautiful legs.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled her indebtedness to me, thanking me with her extremely beautiful eyes.
She kissed me passionately responding my loving Hindu attacks.
“She is very dangerous, Durgesh.”
“Not to my women.”
“Okay, relax now. Forget her. Leave Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to me. I’d tell her not to interfere with you anymore.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made a little gesture.
It was more expressive than words.
“The bastard manages my sister’s money.”
“Not any more, dear.”
“He doesn’t need to.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said bitterly.
“What do you mean?”
“I think Muħammad Ůsmān isn’t a fool enough to wait indefinitely. As soon as her plan to kill Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī, in that accident, backfired he went to his other alternative. He has already done he wanted to do. Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī, in my opinion, has already lost her stock.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched me apprehensively.
“What do you want to say, Durgesh? I should forget he staged that accident? Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī would have died in it if her subconscious mind hadn’t received my warnings and acted accordingly.”
“That’s right. But we haven’t any evidence that it had been staged by Muħammad Ůsmān.”
“Do you want to say that he is innocent?”
“No, certainly not. We haven’t any evidence either that he is innocent even.”
“We must be cautious. Yet, we must not forget that even Muħammad Ůsmān maybe innocent.”
“I don’t think so.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly.
“Now she is.”
“Now.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said bitterly. “Muħammad Ůsmān is himself not a damnfool. He still flatters Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and complains that we have punished him unjustifiably. We haven’t given him even any benefit of doubt.”
“Well, I myself told you so when you both the sisters were adamant to cuckold him.”
“Now, think, if Muħammad Ůsmān turns out innocent, how would we face him?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed ironically.
“I appreciate his daring and patience, however.”
“What do you mean?”
“Even now, when we’ve cuckolded him, Muħammad Ůsmān acts righteous. He says Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement has blinded us both more than even you are. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is your living sex goddess, yet you still don’t support Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan blindly. You still give Musalmīn the benefit of doubt that most of us Musalmān Beauties even don’t.”
“I agree with him.”
“Nonsense! Muħammad Ůsmān understands the attentions women crave. You know how it is with a Musalmān when his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife has money, as Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has. It isn’t a shame for Musalmīn they learn it eagerly.”
“And that solves our problem?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled ironically.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Not yet.” I smiled impishly.
“Ouch! What are you doing?” I moaned.
“Stop acting impish when you fuck me.”
“Are you really sixty three?”
“What do you mean?”
“When I kidnapped you, you were only thirty one and I was twenty eight.”
“I contradicted you even then.”
“I have checked your entire electoral record, income tax record, sale tax record etcetera. You were born on 2nd February 1979.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has managed to change my entire papers everywhere.”
“No one believes you. You lack to provide optimum evidence for it.”
“What do you want to say, I’m thirty three only?”
“That’s what your every record in India proves, and even your record elsewhere.”
“Ask Kħadījah Muħammad when she raped me.”
“Isn’t she crazy for you enough, to vouch for everything you say?”
“Well?” I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tartly.
I gritted my teeth.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.
“Only because I’m thirty?”
“I’ve told you the other activities from you already, haven’t I?”
She winked at me.
“I would have cheerfully if Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were not using it for her political purposes.”
“I don’t believe you. Peruse what Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors write on faith freedom.org. When you prove them wrong we Musalmān Beauties would accept the Pseudo Musalmīn are not punishable by ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Never before it. Muħammad Ůsmān isn’t a moderate Musalmān because, there doesn’t exist any moderate Musalmān.”
“According to Dr. Ali Sina.”
“According to facts, damn it. Don’t tell me now that you Hindus are now tired of us Musalmān Beauties. I can’t believe even you Hindus are now afraid of Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, Criminals/ Criminal Minded persons.”
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It looked good.
Given its placement, the whip drew the eyes to the curves of her gorgeous Musalmān breasts and added more visual appeal to the beautiful young woman.
“What?” I couldn’t believe I’d heard her right.
“Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb, are you crazy?”
“Certainly not, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Instead, you are crazy who really believed I won’t fuck you.”
“Undress yourself and mount me.”
I hesitated somewhat.
“Don’t hesitate. Can’t you see? You’ve bound me on your bed. If I shout now, who wouldn’t believe that you are raping me?”
“I never thought you’d do it to me.”
The contrast of the black leather whip with the yellow-dominated pajama shirt also attracted my attention.
The result was that I gazed upon Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb’s chest for far longer than was needed, and once I realized what I was doing, I felt myself excited to have sex myself with this Just eighteen Just adult Musalmān Beauty.
I stood and turned away from her in an attempt to hide my discomfort.
“It’s okay,” I heard her say softly, “Come on, fuck me. You don’t need to be embarrassed at all.”
Sure of what she meant now, I turned to face her again, even though I could still feel the heat of my lust for her.
“I don’t mind if you look at me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Muħammad Ålī’s Sister clarified smiling. “To be honest, I don’t mind if you even fuck me wildly. That’s what I really was after. Come on.”
Her expressive hazel eyes were full of truth and trust.
The truth was not a surprise, as the few times I could ever remember her lying to me was to protect a surprise she was preparing for me.
Yet the trust…
Her trust touched me deeply.
Her trust in me was the reason that she was bound to my bed at all, but the depth of her trust conveyed by her eyes…
Somehow, that trust gave me the strength I needed to reinvigorate my professionalism.
It was a bonding moment which transcended her physical bondage, one which I knew would cause her spirit to soar in that reaffirmation of the connection she and I had shared for more than twenty years.
Only then did I finally retrieve the movie camera and, put it at the foot of the bed, began to record the movie.
My Uncut Hindu Lund’s position was changed multiple times upon her chest and then later moved to her groin where it was also featured in multiple positions.
I lost track of time, my mind fully focused instead on the lighting, the camera position, occasionally giving her an instruction to create an even better pose for the movie camera.
And then, the camera set atop the dresser, I sat beside her on the bed again, retrieving my Uncut Hindu Lund and gently dangling its tip across her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just eighteen Just adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb smiled at the gesture, and that emboldened me as I dragged my Uncut Hindu Lund down her neck, down her chest, and repeatedly brushed it gently and slowly back and forth across her gorgeous Musalmān breasts.
Her eyes fluttered closed as her head tipped back upon the pillow, her arms pulling against the tethered cuffs, her back arching noticeably, her lips parting.
What I was doing to her was clearly more and more arousing for her, and even though she was Muħammad Ålī’s Sister, I felt a sense of pride in being able to give her such a unique, kinky pleasure.
I couldn’t preach her not to do it.
She would’ve gone to someone else.
Wasn’t that more dangerous?
Wasn’t it better to do it myself?
The gentle brushing of her gorgeous Musalmān breasts did not last very long ― maybe thirty seconds at most ― but when I finally set my Uncut Hindu Lund beside her on the bed, Muħammad Ålī’s Sister whimpered sadly, sounding very much like a puppy who wanted to be fed but had no one available to open a bag of dog food.
Glancing back to her chest, I noticed a pair of small indentations pressing against the inside of her pajama shirt.
“I guess that really did feel good for you,” I said softly, smiling with amusement.
“Yeah…” Her voice was breathy, sultry, and almost intimate.
She finally opened her eyes and looked up at me again, the trust still prominent within her hazel orbs.
“Can we do a few more pictures?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied. “What did you have in mind?”
She hesitated slightly, which was again a significant sign and made me wonder exactly what she had in mind.
“Would you unbutton me and do a few with your Uncut Hindu Lund across my naked chest?”
I definitely had not expected that request, not from Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb.
“Are you really sure you want me to fuck your…” I began, unable to complete the sentence as my mind attempted to reconcile her request with the deeply internalized norms of society.
“I’m sure,” she affirmed, adding a slow nod. “Just do titty-fuck me now, okay?”
Time seemed to again slow considerably as I leaned over her.
This time, I did not attempt to purposely avoid Muħammad Ålī’s Sister’s breasts.
Beginning with the top button, I slowly exposed her feminine parts to my eyes for the very first time, and when the unbuttoned pajama shirt was finally spread open to provide a full view of her uncovered breasts, I wasn’t even slightly embarrassed by the soft sound of admiration I heard escaping from my own lips.
Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb blushed a little, but otherwise showed absolutely no reaction.
Her nipples were still hard little points, fleshy pink pebbles adorning her gorgeous Musalmān breasts.
To My amazement, she had only the faintest of tan lines indicating that she had ever worn a bra, which made me wonder if she was a regular user of tanning beds or if perhaps she took advantage of the tall fencing surrounding the tiny back yard of the house she shared with Taħsīn Jalāl Sheikħ to tan topless or even fully nude.
Once again, I became consciously aware of my own extreme arousal.
I was also consciously aware of how much I wanted to touch her in an intimate way.
Although my hands had done the actual deed, she had bared a significant area of her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to me.
It was so very tempting to reach to her chest and gently squeeze a breast.
Fortunately, I felt society’s call, which caused me to turn my attention to my Uncut Hindu Lund instead.
Carefully, I placed my Uncut Hindu Lund diagonally across her chest, nestling it between her beautiful breasts, my hand inherently brushing against one of her swells and noting its warmth.
My eyes locked with hers, and she smiled slightly as if attempting to reassure me that she did not mind the contact from me, her older Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of the Musalmān Beauties!
I rose from the bed, retrieved the camera, and was once again at work.
Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb looked so beautiful, so vulnerable, and so selfless.
And amazingly, she appeared to be completely at peace despite being bound to the bedposts with my Uncut Hindu Lund draped across her naked chest.
Then she kissed and licked it passionately.
It wasn’t easy not to blast premature.
I smiled and fucked her mouth enjoying now it very much.
Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb sucked me for hours.
Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb swallowed it all gratefully indebted to me.
Then she smiled at me.
“Thank you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Now please untie me and fuck me wildly until I exist.”*
I fucked Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb in every position she requested me to fuck her.
Not on that day only.
It went on for complete one month nonstop.
She declared it was our honeymoon and she was my new Live in Relationship Partner now.
I granted her request.
I had to.
She was also a hyper sexual and perhaps only I was the suitable sex partner for her too.*
“We offered Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah a one o’clock appointment, thinking that might make her back out. She understood Kħadījah Muħammad and me both very well. She was the young adult Musalmān Beauty that herself raped me. She…”
I smiled myself somewhat proudly, somewhat impishly, somewhat incensed.
“Okay, Almighty, how many?”
She squeezed her lower lip strongly with her upper teeth to the extent that even some blood came out from her lower lip.
“Why are you asking?”
“How many? Don’t try to avoid the question as I won’t allow you to do so.”
“I can understand what you want to say.” I held her nude waist strongly, pulled out my Uncut Hindu Cock once again out of ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s still much younger Makkan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt until only its head was inside.
She squeezed her lower lip strongly once more, with her upper teeth to the extent that even some blood came out from her lower lip once again.
Then I was repeating my action again and again more and more ferociously.
“Sālī, yes, they are countless. So what?”
“My poor Durgesh darling, méré béchāré Hindu Piyā, poor Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké béchāré Hindu Kħasam, poor Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl teased me smiling.
“Shut up.” I said, “Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed at the appointment.”
“Contact her. Maybe she has found out something till now.”
“You are right.” I said.
I tried my mobile.
It showed the network busy.
There was a telephone too.
I was still behind her fucking her passionately now.
I called Kħadījah Muħammad.
“Hi, Kħadījah Muħammad, anything new, Mérī Jān?”
“Are you fucking someone?”
“Yes,” I smiled proudly, “How the hell did you know?”
“The ferocious sounds of your consummating sex with her, those of the ferocious sexual assaults and penetrations are clearly audible even here on the phone.”
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.
“Moderate your sexual assaults on her. Otherwise she would be incapable to assist you as a competent police officer. Your Uncut Hindu Prick is too strong to accommodate when you are in this mood.”
“You are right. Hell, everyone is right perhaps at present, except me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. Never mind. Is there anything new?”
“None, sorry. Haven’t been able to get a thing.” Kħadījah Muħammad said, “I find there are three branches of Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops, each with a separate phone. I’ve been calling them in turn.”
“Would he really help us? You are fucking his entire Musalmān houseladies. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is his real daughter and she is fucking you openly in public places too. Imām Muħammad Ħasan might feel himself extremely humiliated.”
“Yaar, I don’t think Imām Muħammad Ħasan is such an idiot that he can’t differentiate between what I’m doing and what his real daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā, is. It’s Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fucking me openly in public places. I’m not.”
“And if Imām Muħammad Ħasan refused to understand his daughter is actually a nudist feminist, then…”
“Let’s cross that bridge when we reach it. Why think negative prematurely?”
“You are right.”
“If you get an address, call police headquarters direct.”
“Ask for Inspector Pratāp.” I went on, “Tell him to rush some radio officers out to Shaguftah Rashīd’s apartment, and break in the door if they have to.”
I hung up.
Balancing herself on her knees and one of her elbows, she punched her mobile.
I looked down and saw something green under the table on which the telephone rested.
“Handkerchief?” I commented.
“Nope!” I snapped, “you gave it to me before studying it yourself optimum. There are three letters embroidered in it: FMA.”
“Let’s not jump on conclusions.”
“Okay. Imām Muħammad Ħasan came in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club just now, according to what the girl says. He may have been there some time. Protesting you, Imām Muħammad Ħasan might have decided not to bother with a call. I’m having her put Imām Muħammad Ħasan on… Hello, Imām Muħammad Ħasan. This is ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. I left word for you to call police headquarters. Why didn’t you do it? Not cooperating with the police?… Well, isn’t it funny that you just got there as I was telephoning?”
There was an interval.
During that the receiver made noises.
“Well,” She interrupted abruptly, “never mind all the explanations. I know, because your real daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a nudist feminist, she deliberately uses to have sex with Durgesh, openly in public places, to humiliate you Pseudo Musalmīn. You feel humiliated. But Durgesh isn’t responsible for what your legally adult daughter does to humiliate you Pseudo Musalmīn.”
The receiver again made noises.
“I don’t let you interrupt my police investigation. Your matter with Durgesh and your nudist feminist daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan… She isn’t nudist feminist? Well, I don’t agree with you… Never mind, listen to me. I want to know where the hell Shaguftah Rashīd lives… Don’t threaten me with the high approach of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. I know despite all the vulgarity in its name, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club is a legal international organization. So what?”
The receiver made noises once more.
Then she said rather curtly.
“Shaguftah Rashīd must have a residence somewhere. She is one of the major shareholders of your internationally esteemed Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. You must have the addresses of your entire shareholders, major or minor. I want to get to Shaguftah Rashīd right away. What’s that? You are forgetting that you are talking with the ACP responsible for law and order here at Ved Nagar. Well, why the hell don’t you open the bloody safe immediately and look it up? Imām Muħammad Ħasan, I’m not pleased with your cooperation with us… Yes, please do that and inform me immediately. You may report it to the President of India himself. I don’t give a damn when I’m investigating something. Inform me first and then report my behavior to any highest authority you damn please. I won’t wait very much.”*
“The bloody scoundrel is covering up something now, I know. Imām Muħammad Ħasan was pouring explanations and apologies. That’s a sure sign. The bastard is so communal that he was trying to annoy even me with repeating the club’s dastardly name Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club more and more even unnecessarily to feel me humiliated myself. He was trying to impress me that the ever aggressive ever sullying Hindus and their ever horniest Musalmān Beauties have named the club such reprehensible.”
“I understand.” I said gravely, “That’s the reason the Pseudo Islamic Countries have named the club internationally deliberately. They want no Hindu Musalmīn itteħād, no Hindu Muslim Unity anywhere. This name is so humiliating to Musalmīn that even the utmost moderate Musalmīn feel most humiliated and start hating Hindus and their horniest Musalmān Beauties, who otherwise never bother even to give a damn thought to such undignified matters.”
“I think we are on the right track.”
“Let’s hope so.”
“The Western businesspersons are also donating these Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Clubs.”
“Sure, why not?” I commented dryly, “What the hell else we can expect from the persons who divided India when they were kicked out from there, by then Hindu Muslim Unity? Of course they are patronizing these Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Clubs internationally, providing them immense monetary support as well as legal support too.”
“Yes, hello. Isn’t Shaguftah Rashīd one of your major shareholders?… Well, where can you find out?… Imām Muħammad Ħasan, are you sure about that?… Don’t threat me you rascal. Do you want me to arrest you?… Yes,…yes,…Call President of USA, Jacqueline Lincoln, herself, to support you and your dastardly named ‘thoroughly legal’ Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. She sleeps with Durgesh. Do you understand, impotent?… Go ahead. Try to harm me as much as your entire anti humanity machinery can ever do…Now listen you scoundrel, this is important.”
“The impotent bastard is threatening me with the unconditional support of USA to Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club internationally.”
“Sure,” I said sharply, “why not? He wants you to arrest him so that they can make it an international issue. It would bring the name of the club internationally in headlines, disrupting Hindu Muslim Unity everywhere. Can’t you see? They are using the most ancient rotten policy of such immoral diplomats: ‘Divide and Rule’.”
“What should I do?”
“Don’t lose your mind. He is deliberately irritating you.”
“Yes, I think you are right.”
“Don’t arrest the impotent. He wants to get arrested. Try to act big hearted and ever forgiving.”
“Idiot, I’m not telling you to really forgive him. Play smarter since he is playing smart.”
Her most beautiful eyes widened as my point dawned on her.
“You…you are right. He is deliberately annoying me.”
“Now you understand the game. Play it smarter. Threaten him as much as you want to. But never arrest him. Never forget his Abbū, Imām Muħammad Yåqūb, is a senator now in USA.”
“You are responsible for law and order here in Ved Nagar. Aren’t you?”
“I don’t want a run around.” She said in the phone, “All right, all right, you haven’t any idea… Now, wait a minute. Does Shaguftah Rashīd have a social security number?… I see… Now listen, I may want to get you again. Don’t leave Ved Nagar without informing me personally. SMS me your personal mobile number so that I can call you whenever I damn please… Your Senator Abbū in USA can be made incapable to protect you if needed, my child. Don’t try to annoy your Ammījān ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. You would regret it.”*
Durgesh Bilqīs Siddīqī
Durgesh Waħīdah Åbbās
She was feeling abnormal.
Navīdah Taqaddus smiled cunningly.
“It’s alright, honey. You are an adult now yourself.”
“So you can understand very well, we all the womankind need it. It’s natural and even necessary for the survival of our human race.”
“Ammī, I didn’t want to see you about our human race. I wanted to see you about my real Abbū’s will.”
“I know, honey.” Navīdah Taqaddus smiled patiently.
She was nude on her knees.
I too was nude and I was fucking Navīdah Taqaddus from her behind.
Navīdah Taqaddus and I both loved very much that her gorgeous glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks filled my Hindu lap each time I thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Nāsirah Ħamīd remembered the first TV transmissions.
Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had exerted his entire efforts in raising the newspaper.
They called it HLMCh Times on the line of HVSI Times.
After all, I was the Supreme Media Emperor today.
HVSI controlled the entire media today virtually due to my extraordinary watchfulness.
“You mean formally, like in those movies where relatives get together in a room to hear the old man’s will?”
“Sālī, it isn’t a will. It’s a Settlement Deed. I said it’s a short testament. As far as the wills are concerned, Hearst’s will was 125 pages long. Our Settlement Deed is only 37 pages. Relatively short for so complex an estate.”
I’d undressed Dr. Saåīdah Qamar completely in the meantime.
It was the first time I was going to enjoy her to my heart’s content.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had undressed me too herself.
We both were crazy to enjoy sex with each other.
“Just give me the essence.” She said, “I’ll read the whole Settlement Deed when I have more time. You can give me a copy. Right now the essence. Did we get all of it as we demanded, or most of it?”
“He left you four the bulk of his estate.” I smiled.
I positioned her on her knees and entered Dr. Saåīdah Qamar first time from her gorgeous behind.
Eīshān, what a contention!
We both were enjoying the penetration.
Ten inches completely.
We both had closed our eyes.
We both wanted to savor this moment.
Wasīm looked at me.
“Dad, I never wanted to talk with you in the matter.”
“No problem,” I smiled, “Al Nåmat Al Islam herself came to me.”
Wasīm looked at me,
“I’ve forgotten Al Nåmat Al Islam. The very moment I saw you making love with her, I knew she wasn’t made for me.”
“Wasīm, find an appropriate girl for yourself and take interest in Business.”
“I’m doing, Papa Jī. But not in the way you are.”
“Have your own way, my child.”
“You don’t want your sons to help you?”
“I’ve countless sons, Wasīm. I’ve countless Live in Relationship Partners too. There are countless friends too I have. If some of my sons don’t want to join me in my business, I can afford their independence.”
“I can see. Why didn’t you allow Ammījān the same independence, Papa Jī?”
I digested the information.
Wasīm was not talking about now that Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl was his real father.
She named my son, Prajésh, Wasīm, in protest.
They were only legally so.
I watched Wasīm gravely.
“How much you know, son?”
“Only what I have been told, Papa Jī. I ask you why I couldn’t enjoy my father’s love.”
“Your Ammī didn’t allow me to do anything for you Prajésh.”
Wasīm looked at me gravely.
“My name is Wasīm and I am a Musalmān.”
“My stepfather Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl said it isn’t necessary. Ammījān also confirmed it.”
“Call me Wasīm, please.”
“You love the name given to you by your Ammī, more?” I smiled patiently.
“That’s the only name I’ve been called with now.”
“Your Ammī told you that I’m your real father?”
“She didn’t. But I know.”
“Papa Jī, is it so important?”
“Okay, if you don’t want to tell me that, it’s alright with me.” I smiled at Prajésh patiently.
“You allowed my Ammī to detriment my life.”
“Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl uncle. And my other friends also do it.”
“As soon as you knew that your Ammī hadn’t any actual marital relationship with Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl , I am your real father, why didn’t you come to me Prajésh?”
“I was angry with you. You left me on the mercy of my not so brilliant Ammī and uncle Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl that loved my Ammī, but my Ammī never did love him the way he wanted. Yet you allowed Ammī to marry him, even if legally. Didn’t you?”
“You are right my son. And I’m not angry that you were angry with me.”
“I can understand. You were angry with me because you wanted me to fight with your Ammī for your possession.”
“Shouldn’t you have?”
“No. You needed your Ammī more then. A father, however efficient he is, can’t replace a mother ever. Only because your Ammī was acting childish, I couldn’t punish you separating you from your Ammī.”
Prajésh’s eyes were suddenly full of tears.
“I’m sorry Papa Jī. You can call me Prajésh.”
I pulled my son into my arms.
He embraced me passionately.
“I’m sorry Papa Jī. I’m sorry.”
“Nonsense. You are my son. You don’t need to be sorry my boy. Rather I’m sorry that I couldn’t control your Ammī to the extent that you hadn’t missed my love.”*
“I’m elder than you, Fātimah. Yet you understood Muħammad Ůsmān better than I did. Sorry. Before his desperate attempt to stage an accident itself, I could never understand what a devil my Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, was.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled ironically.
“His parents named him Muħammad Ůsmān, after the great name of Kħalīfatul Musalmīn Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanīrzu. Did they know their son would be a blot to the name of Kħalīfatul Musalmīn Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanīrzu?”
“Poor parents dream about their children and the children never care a damn what their parents had dreamt of them.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her elder sister.
“It’s alright. Let’s not talk about that now. We’ll get along all right.”
“I don’t think he wouldn’t attempt something detrimental to us.”
“I understand. I’ll go down and try to find out how detrimental he can prove to be to us. Leave the bastard to me. You take it easy.”
Then she picked up the book she was reading:
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gently closed the door and walked quietly down the stairs.
Muħammad Ůsmān folded the newspaper.
The pencil was no longer behind his ear.
She accepted one of his cigarettes, leaned forward for his lighter, sat back and looked at Muħammad Ůsmān steadily.
“Muħammad Ůsmān, don’t you think it might be a good plan if we all three sat down and had business chat?”
Muħammad Ůsmān raised his eyebrow.
“I’d manage both of them.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was in tonight.”
“She wants to buy the business― a controlling interest in it.”
“She doesn’t. HVSI actually.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has her own movements Durgesh doesn’t approve of― ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, ‘Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club’, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club’. She is the new President of Saůūdī Årab now. I think she is also working on the same plan HVSI is working.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is overconfident. She thinks she can manage her movements through JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad so as to HVSI would play in her hands as Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī did in Everfirst Satyug, Everfirst Brāhm Kalp.”
Muħammad Ůsmān jumped almost as if.
“You mean Hindu History is true?”
“It seems to be so.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah blasted her bombshell patiently.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a stockholder now.”
“A stockholder!” Muħammad Ůsmān exclaimed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah saw swift alarm on his face.
Then he hastily averted his eyes.
“Why, how the devil could she―”
“Nafīsah Salmān Ammī. I think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan managed her somehow to turn over the stock. I should have picked up that stock before Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could have it. Damn, I’d entirely forgotten about it. It’s such a small block―”
Muħammad Ůsmān seemed positively relieved.
“What Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can do with that? It’s only five shares. That’s a drop in the bucket. Moreover we have Durgesh with us. However shrewdest businesswoman Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan maybe, she isn’t Durgesh after all. Durgesh has broken all the previous records of money, love, sex and power. He is the most successful man now. HVSI is the most successful ideological family organization that doesn’t have born Hindus only in it now. So many Musalmīn, Christians, Jews and even atheists are also in it.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head.
“Durgesh is with us. Yes, but even then Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan won’t be pushed around. She wants something. I can’t ignore her. Being a stockholder Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is entitled to look in our books. Perhaps that’s what she wants. I don’t know. I’m going to talk with Durgesh about it.”
“Durgesh? He is with us, but he isn’t specialized in such cases. He is murder case specialist. Isn’t he?”
“Well, it’s his own shop in a way. This needs someone who can do more than just look in a law book and tell us what the law is. It needs someone who understands Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan as well. It needs a lot of legal ingenuity.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched him sternly.
“I thought it would be a good plan to take up all of the stock certificates and the stock book. Durgesh can want to see them.”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed.
“Oh, you don’t need to do that.”
“It isn’t necessary.”
“Well, “ Muħammad Ůsmān smiled, “I’ve got an important appointment in the morning. That stock is in the safety deposit box.”
“What do you mean?”
“The stock is really in the safety deposit box?”
“My lady you are insulting me.”
“Yet, this insult is not even the trailer what you’d have to face if you’ve done something sinister.”
“I am not so mad.”
“You are, Kħalīfatul Musalmīn, you are.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled sweetly, somewhat exaggerating it, “I’m telling you so that you can’t complain me that I didn’t warn you. I want to see that stock now myself with my own eyes. I wasn’t born yesterday, Muħammad Ůsmān.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was white faced now.
“I’m sorry that you are always against me due to this or that reason. I have an important appointment I say. I can take it to Durgesh later on. My appointment is with an insurance company adjuster. If I cancel it it’d be hard to get him again. I’ve already had a lot of trouble getting him on the job.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I know. What do you think I’m dumb enough not to understand even that?”
“You won’t believe me as you say, but it was one of those cases where some guy comes down the street, crocked to the eyebrows. I wasn’t even in the car. I had it parked at the curb. I don’t know how in the world how he managed to smash it up the way he did. He must have skidded into it from the side.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.
“You can’t make even a good story, Muħammad Ůsmān.”
“I know you don’t believe me. That’s why you both brought Durgesh between us and cuckolded me. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you Musalmān Beauties love Hindus to the extent that you never give us Musalmīn even the benefit of doubt.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cooed.
“We Musalmān Beauties never have any doubt whatsoever, my dear, in you Musalmīn’s criminal skills. You Musalmīn out excel in it everyone. You hate ultramodern education childishly. Consequently most of you Musalmīn are uneducated/under educated. What job can you get therefore except pertaining to some criminal activities? So, since there isn’t any doubt whatsoever why there’d be any benefit of doubt?”
“I can’t make you to act sane somewhat.”
“Did you get the number of his automobile who skidded into yours from the side you say?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled skeptically.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.
“I say I wasn’t there.” Muħammad Ůsmān watched her contemptuously, “The car was parked. A couple of people saw it and told me about it. Unfortunately they were too dumb to get his license number.”
“Nonsense. I am not too dumb to believe that. Well, would you get down to the safety deposit box and―”
“I’m sorry. That’s absolutely impossible. You won’t believe me I know. Yet, I have two or three appointments in the morning. I just can’t cancel them now. But if Durgesh needs the stock, I’ll bring it in later.”
“Listen to me you stupid.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah suddenly said harshly, “I don’t think you have the stock anymore and Vallah, I promise you that you’d regret it. Muħammad Ůsmān, I won’t kill you because I’m not a criminal as you are. But if my suspicion is true, you’d find yourself in such a legal dilemma, you’d regret forever why you betrayed us.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stalked to the door, out in the evening.*
He has successfully managed to bring her into her Live in Relationship with me but she still had complaints against me.
“Shut up, Wasīm.” Kħālidah Ashraf tried to stand up from my lap, but I pulled her there once again.
Kħālidah Ashraf fidgeted but she was glad in her heart that I had pulled her back to my lap.
What a damnfool she was.
Only because Durgesh didn’t marry her she was angry with her only love.
Now she understands it was her blunder.
It was better that Wasīm didn’t hear her.
Otherwise his entire life would have been destroyed too.
But Kħālidah Ashraf was too angry to listen to him.
She smiled to herself.
Durgesh really love her.
Why otherwise did he warn Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl ?
“Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl , she is a damnfool.”
Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl smiled.
“Because she isn’t marrying you? Durgesh, they call you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! But it doesn’t mean you are really Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties. You want to keep her as one more out of your countless Musalmān mistresses. Kħālidah Ashraf is a young Musalmān lady of self-respect. She refused your offer.”
“How do you know?” Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl chuckled.
“Your Dīdī Umā Shukl told me so.”
“Dīdī wants to please you. She loves you.”
“Umā is my wife.”
“Idiot, my every Live in Relationship Partner is actually my wife. You Congressmen have played in the hands of utmost communal Mullahs and Maulavīs.”*
I kissed Kħadījah Muħammad.
“No need for you to wait, Kħadījah. That brief took less time than I thought it would. I’ll sit around and read the advance decisions until one.”
“Keep on fucking me, please.” Kħadījah Muħammad pleaded, “I need you inside there very much.”
“Kħadījah, you need sleep too, my darling.”
“You promised me you’d never refuse to fulfill my any desire because I sacrificed my position to Saiyadah Fātimah PhD to please Pitr’shrī.”
“I want to wait.”
“There’s nothing you can do, darling. I’ll talk with her and…”
“One and the same thing.” I smiled in my casual manner.
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled too.
She knew how deceptive my casual manner was to the witnesses.
Many a witness was misled by my casual manner.
They fabricated a story on the witness stand with every assurance that their prevarications were completely concealed.
But when they were enjoying their ‘victory’ on me, they suddenly found themselves facing a pair of granite hard black eyes, and realized only too late of course, the savage belligerency I could bear down with, on a perjurer, the rapier-like thrusts of my agile mind.
But, for the most part, it pleased me to assume a good-natured, easy going attitude of careless informality.
I liked the conventional ways of doing things only if they produced better results.
Kħadījah Muħammad was not my personal secretary.
She was my business partner as well as one of my infinite Live in Relationship Partners.
Normally we were suspected to be Parahumans.
Yet, not all of us.
Yet, due to their sexual relations with me, they were also on the pathway of being Parahuman.
They were Posthuman already.
After my Svarūpé avasthānam, self-synchronization, my foes were more afraid of me now.
Yet, still there were some miscreants who hated me very much when I protected some innocents from their insincere cruel activities.
Kħadījah Muħammad had that rare companionship with me that was the outgrowth of two congenial people devoting themselves to a common cause.
In her ever efficient leadership, my entire Live in Relationship Partners with me, were always able to function with the perfect co-ordination of a well-trained football team, whenever the going got rough.
Yet, it was very rare that the going got rough.
We were too vigilant to let it happen.
The telephone rang.
It was the landline.
Kħadījah Muħammad picked up the receiver.
Kħadījah Muħammad turned to me.
She cupped her hand over the mouthpiece.
“Durgesh, she is drunk.”
“Shaguftah Rashīd?” I asked.
“Let me talk with her anyway.”
“Nonsense. You know me better, stupid.”
Kħadījah Muħammad handed me the phone.
The voice that came on the receiver was so thick that I could understand it with difficulty what Shaguftah Rashīd was saying.
“Hi, Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I don’t think we can meet now at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. I― I think I’m poisoned.”
“What?” I was suddenly all alert, “Where are you?”
“Poisoned.” Shaguftah Rashīd said wearily, “they― they got me despite my every precaution.”
“I think so.”
“Damn it. The hell. Where are you?”
“Thought I was smarter―”
“Stop telling me anything else, you idiot. Tell me where you are. Nothing else. Let me come there.”
The words came with an effort.
They were interspersed with intervals of heavy breathing.
“Apartment… Box of candy… ate… sick… Can’t … Can’t … please send help… Get police… Get… Get…”
The conversation terminated in a crash.
It was as if the telephone was dropped to the floor.
There was nothing to be heard.
Then, after a moment, the receiver clicked into place at the other end of the line.
Kħadījah Muħammad had dashed to her mobile the minute she heard me asking ‘where are you’.
She tried to ask the exchange operator to trace the call.
Even then Kħadījah Muħammad was too late.
The receiver had been hung up at the other end before Kħadījah Muħammad had finished explaining what was wanted.
She waited at her mobile long enough to learn that there was no possibility of tracing the call anymore.
Then, she looked at me.
“What was it?” Kħadījah Muħammad asked me.
“She says someone sent her a box of candy. She ate the candy. It was poisoned. She certainly sounds sick or drunk. Now, the problem is I don’t know her.”
“What? I thought you have already fucked her.”
“How? On the phone? I’ve never met her and―”
“And I doubt her name Shaguftah Rashīd is also phony.”
“Hey, she can’t inform you she is poisoned using her phony name.”
“You may be right.”
Kħadījah Muħammad thumbed through the pages of the telephone directory.
“No, there isn’t.”
I looked at my watch.
“We’ve got to locate this Shaguftah Rashīd. That call sounded genuine to me. Police.”
I grabbed my mobile and contacted Commissioner of Police himself.
“Hello, Muħammad, Durgesh here.”
“Well, well, well, you rascal, at this time―”
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I want quick action from your police.”
“You mean business?”
“Of course, listen to me. I had a call a few minutes ago from a Shaguftah Rashīd. She said that she was at an apartment. I presume it’s an apartment where she lives, but she didn’t say so. I don’t know the address. I don’t know anything about her, except that I had an appointment with her in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club for Masked Fucking at one o’clock this morning. She is my shareholder.”
“I said my shareholder. Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club is not my project.”
“Why do you hate Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club so much?”
“That doesn’t make it virtuous. Does it?”
“I didn’t mean that.”
“Come to the point, Muħammad. This isn’t the proper time to discuss the activities of my Live in Relationship Partners. Now get this straight. The so called Shaguftah Rashīd said over the telephone that someone had sent her a box of poisoned candy. She sounded very ill. Her speech was thick, and apparently she either fell over or the telephone from her hand as she was talking. Then the receiver was dropped back into place. She seemed to think she’d been poisoned to keep her from talking.”
“You can’t give us an address, Durgesh?”
“Well, we’ll try our best. She must be registered as a voter at least. We’ll look her up. If that name is phony none can save her, I’m sorry.”
“Call back me, Muħammad. And let me know, please, if you find anything. Will you?”
“Why not? But Durgesh, if my persons haven’t got an address, there’s nothing we can do. Where are you?”
“With Kħadījah Muħammad.”
“You’ll be there until I call you back?”
“Okay. I’ll call you back.”
“Thank you. And don’t give any exaggerated facility to my Live in Relationship Partners without my express consent.”
“I’m sorry, Muħammad.”
“Hell, I’m not complaining. After all, they may be right.”
“We are friends. They are my Bhābhījāns. So, they have a right on me. Don’t they?”
“To hell with you and your Bhābhījāns. Go to hell all of you. I have told you so many times not to treat them so important. But―”
“How is it possible, Durgesh? They are like my Ammīs. Aren’t they?”
“Go to hell.”
I disconnected the mobile.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took out her mobile.
Now Durgesh is needed.
Now Durgesh is needed.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is One Man Woman.
She had gone to the extent to seduce Durgesh herself.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
Durgesh was the man who was never accepted as any woman’s stepson, stepbrother or stepfather.
No woman was crazy enough to accept such a platonic relationship with Durgesh ever.
Yet, it was the cold and hard fact that Durgesh never succeeded in it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled once more ironically.
But it was proved ultimately that even they were not faithful to their ardent Musalmān husbands.
Perhaps Durgesh’s own Ammī Ħuzūr was the only woman.
She was Durgesh’s real Ammī.
“Bājī,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah complained, “the great Kħadījah Muħammad can never be a history only, for Durgesh, ever. You are the woman Durgesh loved to marry with. Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī is his wife only because Durgesh’s Pitr’shrī wanted it.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“I have complaint against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.”
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.
“Nonsense, Bājī. don’t tell me you also believe it.”*
It felt strange going back to the beginning after everything that’s happened since.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was such a different person now than Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was back then.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was such a goody-goody!
She remembered really thinking that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah loved Al Fātimah Al Zohrah.
I told her so!
I was Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s first real boyfriend.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was 18 years old, a senior in University, but Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was ready to believe anything.
I looked deep into Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s eyes and told Al Fātimah Al Zohrah that I would never leave her.
She sighed wistfully and thought Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was in Heaven.
Little did she know that he just wanted to cop a feel; not that it bugged her or anything, but when things looked like they were going to get purely physical, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah wanted to see how far Ålī ibn Abī Tālib would go for her first?
To be honest, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was not sure if Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would have let him or not.
However Ålī ibn Abī Tālib wouldn’t have been Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s first.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’d let one of the neighboring Hindus, me, up at the cottage the previous summer use and abuse her for a few weeks.
But Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was still a real prick-tease when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was with me.
Now that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah thinks of it, though, she probably would have at least given me a hand-job if I had only asked for it.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was 5’8″, 120 lbs., and although Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was already 18 years old she know for a fact that she looked quite young for Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s age.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah also knew that she’d certainly turned some heads.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was a petite little hottie.
Most Hindus would do Al Fātimah Al Zohrah without a second thought.
They liked Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s face; high cheekbones, blue eyes, and blonde hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail.
And Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had what she called ” Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān blowjob lips”—nice full ones, made extra sensuous by the glistening cherry-red lipstick Al Fātimah Al Zohrah often wore.
In University one would have thought of Al Fātimah Al Zohrah as the “all-Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl”.
No one—no one—would have thought that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would become the University Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Sex goddess.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah used to wear long—long—skirts.
Big, baggy blouses and sometimes—when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was feeling particularly studious—thick horned-rimmed glasses.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was pretty back then, don’t get her wrong.
This isn’t some “She’s So Fine” ugly-duckling-becomes-a-swan story.
No, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was hot even with all that extra clothing on.
But things certainly got a bit more interesting when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided to show Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s self off a bit.
The week after Ålī ibn Abī Tālib broke up with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was miserable.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had never been dumped before.
It happened on a Monday morning and all through the week Al Fātimah Al Zohrah just felt depressed.
By Friday the depression had begun to fade and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was just feeling angry.
Who the hell did he think Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was?
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could have given the snotty little bastard so much, but because Al Fātimah Al Zohrah wouldn’t shove his cut Musalmān nūnī in Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s mouth the moment he asked for it, he decided Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was no good?
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would make a real effort to show him exactly what he had given up.
The Friday after he had broken up with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah she stayed late at University, working in the library on a paper.
Outside, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could hear the debate team doing squats, but inside the University was almost completely deserted.
By 5:00, when the library finally kicked her out, the halls were dark and the field outside was quiet.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah went to Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s locker, on the second floor, across from the boys’ locker room.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could still hear the shower running and one or two voices coming from within, so she knew that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was not the last one in the University.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah opened Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s locker and slowly began putting her books away.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s mind was still racing and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was still fuming at the way Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had been treated earlier in the week.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was thinking about the way in which Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would really show Ålī ibn Abī Tālib how big a mistake he had made, when fate provided Al Fātimah Al Zohrah with a perfect chance.
All of the sudden Al Fātimah Al Zohrah heard a high-pitched laugh from within the locker room.
The door slammed open and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah heard a loud “thwack!” split the air.
Clutching a loose towel up against his groin area, Durgesh crashed into the hallway, the tip of another wet, rolled-up towel cracking like a whip behind me.
I was a nice guy.
The University had invited me to deliver some lectures on perfect scientific life today.
I had been Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s lab instructor in Chemistry class the previous semester.
Chemistry was not my subject even in graduation.
I was a Pure Mathematics-Applied Mathematics-Physics student even in my graduation.
Yet, I was requested to instruct them in Chemistry too with the help of their lady Chemistry Professor.
There was a rumor that their lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had her clandestine sexual relations with me, to the extent that their lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had even cuckolded her otherwise very respected husband, Professor Åbdul Raħmān Hāshmī.
“So what? He can’t fuck our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, too, as he fucks my Ammī?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chuckled.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was startled.
She couldn’t imagine a girl talking of her own real Ammī in such a sexy manner.
“Watch your language, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” At length, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah said ultimately.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled.
“What’s wrong with my language?”
“Try to say anything about your Ammī in somewhat more descent words.”
“Sālī, every woman fucks a man.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ laughed, “That’s how we come into this world. My Ammī fucked my Abbū and gave birth to me. Similarly your Ammī fucked your Abbū and gave birth to you.”
“And our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, fucked Durgesh and gave birth to Shubhésh?”
“Tell me another reason why she named her son Shubhésh? Isn’t Shubhésh a Hindu name?”
“You want to say Shubhésh is our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s son from Durgesh?”
“Everyone knows it, you idiot.”*
The raspy Hindu male voice on the other end told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.
“I’m coming for you…”
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up the phone.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was getting used to the prank calls by this time since they had been happening for at least a month or longer.
Nothing ever came of it.
Some nights Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t even get the calls.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, wasn’t concerned either.
He just figured it was Hindu teens making prank calls.
Unfortunately neither of them knew at the time how wrong they were.
Another month had passed another month of more prank calls, only they were getting worse.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was starting to get frightened.
When Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah about his upcoming business trip Kħadījah Al Tāhirah begged him to either take her with him or not to go at all.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah. “You are going to be fine.”
“But the calls.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah stammered.
“It’s just a bunch of kids trying to scare you. Nothing more. Now will you be grown up about this? Allah, yā Allah! My God, woman, you are 26 years old plenty old enough to stay home a few days by yourself.”
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just looked at him.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just wished she could be as calm about it as he was.
A few days later Kħadījah Al Tāhirah asked Muħammad once again to take her with him as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah helped him pack.
“We’ve been over this!!” Muħammad shouted at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.” Sometimes I feel like I am babysitting a kid instead of married to a grown woman.”
Quietly Kħadījah Al Tāhirah left the bedroom and let him finish packing.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah couldn’t shake the fear growing inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.
If anything Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated being scared the most.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was angry at herself for feeling this way and angry at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, for not giving a damn.
That night they went to bed both of them their own sides and neither of them was touching the other one.
But that seemed to be the way it went for them anymore.
The alarm went off at 5:30 am.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah opened her eyes to watch as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband dressed.
Even if they were having problems Kħadījah Al Tāhirah still found him very unconcerned.
“Would you like me to make you breakfast before you leave?”
“Just go back to bed. I can get something on the way.”
“I really don’t mind.”
“I said no!”
‘Sad that after only two years of marriage they were at this point.’
Maybe when he gets back they can go to marriage counselling.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said to herself as she fell back asleep.
Waking up later Kħadījah Al Tāhirah noticed he had left no note of goodbye and that Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t even get a kiss before he left.
“Oh well maybe he’ll miss me and when he gets home we’ll have a great night of sex.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said with a laugh to the empty house.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t bother to dress.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t see the use.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was home alone and lived in a nice neighborhood.
It was daylight and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah doubted if anyone could see inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s house.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was wrong.
Soon after 10:30 am the calls started coming.
At first they were just the same old calls as before.
But soon they changed and became much more terrifying.
It seemed they came every twenty minutes or so.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was getting angry by the time the calls had continued throughout the day and most of the night.
“Just stop fucking calling me you piece of shit! Why don’t you just go to hell!!!!!”
“Oh I plan on it, but I am going to take you with me.”
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up again and stared at the phone as it rang as soon as it was on the receiver.
“Leave me ALONE!!” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah yelled.
“We can’t now. Not after watching your husband leave this morning, KĦADĪJAH AL TĀHIRAH, JĀNUM! We know you are home all by yourself.” He laughed into the phone,” And we’ve loved the show you’ve been putting on all day for us, you little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut!!”
Panicked now, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah ripped the phone from the wall.
Shaking Kħadījah Al Tāhirah walked to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom and it was then that Kħadījah Al Tāhirah noticed Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom window was opened.
She knew Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t open it because Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was running the A/C.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah thought about getting out of the house right then, but quickly realized Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was still naked and ran to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s closet for some clothes.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah should’ve just run outside nude, because when Kħadījah Al Tāhirah opened the closet door Kħadījah Al Tāhirah saw him.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt a hard blow to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s head then nothing…..
“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” The voice called to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah struggled and finally got her eyes opened.
“Did you have a nice nap?”
She tried to move her arms but they were held tight by ropes, as were Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s feet.
“Please just let me go.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah begged.
“Not until we’re done with you.”
At the mention of the word WE’RE Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to panic and pull against the rope.
When Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked around Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom Kħadījah Al Tāhirah seen them.
There were six of them.
All of them seemed ready with their pants off and Uncut Hindu Cocks in hand.
None of their Uncut Hindu Cocks seemed to be under seven inches the biggest at least had to ten inches and three inches thick.
She got even more afraid.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, was quite small.
Even fully erect MAYBE two inches only.
They were going to kill Kħadījah Al Tāhirah with their Uncut Hindu Pricks I kept thinking to herself.
“See we could’ve already had our fun with you. Only we wanted to wait until you were awake to be able to see, hear and feel what we are going to do to you. Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, I assure you, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, we won’t leave one hole untouched by our Uncut Hindu Cock. We are going to rape your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy first. When that begins to stretch out and get too filled with our Hindu cum, we are going to fuck your Musalmān asshole too. Ever had it in your asshole, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum?”
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah shook her head, “No”.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wouldn’t let Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, fuck her there.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had a Hindu boyfriend back in high school who tried it.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated it.
It hurt so bad Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying and told him to pull it out after only the head was inside.
So needless to say hearing them tell Kħadījah Al Tāhirah they were going to fuck Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān asshole and that there was nothing Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could do to stop it this time.
It scared Kħadījah Al Tāhirah worse than them raping Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Never. I would never forget her beautiful, sexy Musalmān mouth. Before tonight is over, you will have six Uncut Hindu Cocks in every Musalmān hole you have at least once. But knowing my group, probably you would have them a lot more than once.”
The group laughed.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying even louder.
He bent down and took one of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s nipples in his mouth.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was ashamed to admit that if Kħadījah Al Tāhirah closed her eyes and imagined he was someone else it felt really good.
But then he bit down hard on it.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed and Rām Mohan laughed.
“You didn’t think this was going to be gentle, did you??” Rām Mohan laughed a vicious laugh as he started kneading Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s breasts hard and pinching the nipples even harder.
He took his Uncut Hindu Lund and rubbed it on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s left tit leaving a trail of precum all over Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s nipple.
“Yeah baby we are gonna have fun with you. A lot of fun.” Rām Mohan then got up on the bed with Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and positioned himself between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful bare Musalmān legs.
He felt Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Oh no we can’t have fun with a dry extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Can we, Hindus??”
A chorus of “No’s” came from all the Hindus.
Rām Mohan started to open Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips with his fingers and stared at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān clit.
Finding Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy hole he started to finger fuck her with first two fingers, then moved up to three.
The combination of him rubbing and pinching and even biting on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s clit and finger fucking her was making Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wet.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the wetness seep out from between his fingers.
“That’s a good little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum.” Rām Mohan told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was horrified that he was able to make her wet!