Nellie Adams, the secretary to the secretary of defense, deliberately raped me.
She was smart enough to understand that despite my infinite ever-increasing sexual prowess I was not interested primarily in having sex for my own animal desire.
“The Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān biches are always more aggressive than us.” She said to her friends, “You know I am not communal even the slightest. But the fact is that Musalmān Beauties are even raping Hindus.”
Nellie Adams laughed.
“Sexual relations my foot. I love him.”
Nellie Adams laughed again.
“Okay, okay, you bloody foolish Just eighteen Just adult, why the hell we women love a male after all?”
“To have sex with him?” Evelyn Carter asked scornfully.
“You don’t agree with me?”
“Nellie Adams, love is not sex only. Love is more than sex. It’s life as well.”
“And sex isn’t life?”
Lily Turner couldn’t stop herself any more.
Evelyn Carter said furiously.
“Why not?” Lily Turner smiled cunningly.
Evelyn Carter was as if crestfallen.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
He had never imagined his success to the extent.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advertised it to its peak.
But it was her political strategy only.
He knew Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was extraordinary talented.
Even her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān herself, was not any less talented.
That’s why he planned it all when he was only the Mukħtār of Tabah.
He deliberately tortured his extraordinary talented wife, Nafīsah Salmān, sexually.
Well, why shouldn’t he?
Durgesh used to come to Tabah.
Well, he could have infinite wives but not every one of them might be as talented and as sex addicted as Nafīsah Salmān is.
He succeeded in establishing Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.
It was his first major success.
None could suspect even now he was behind it.
“I don’t believe any of it.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan repeated and smiled.
His white, even teeth gleamed out his triumphant bearded face.
He has still maintained his image of being a staunch communal Musalmān.
If only the Musalmīn knew he was the person behind Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband Ashvinātam Gangbang Club Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad and even behind Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, they would have killed him immediately.
Nafīsah Salmān watched him scornfully.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed.
“You challenged me that your ever obedient ever faithful daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, would never cuckold you. I successfully made her to cuckold you. I thought you would suicide. But you Pseudo Musalmīn are actually most self-respect less. The more we Musalmān Beauties humiliate you Pseudo Musalmīn the more shamelessly you incline to survive.”
Now, there are so many Pseudo Musalmīn that were openly proud of their cuckold life with their stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies and their proud Hindu Live in Relationship Partners/lovers.
Nafīsah Salmān smiled.
“What a tragedy, cuckolded, your most faithful daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is the everfirst President of former Saůūdī Årab, now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, but you licked our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses publicly on stage after Durgesh fucked us.”
“Well, I wasn’t alone. Was I?”
“You shameless creature, only because some more Pseudo Musalmīn accompanied you in licking the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses of their own stunning Musalmān houseladies, you are satisfied?”
“You can’t understand, Nafīsah Salmān.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled proudly, “By licking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses after Durgesh fucks you, what we Musalmīn are getting.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
“If we had requested you all to fuck Durgesh and let him sodomize you, if we had requested you all to let us lick the mixed Ashvinātam sexual juices thus from your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses, all of you Musalmān Beauties had never allowed us Musalmīn ever. Would you have?”
“You must be crazy.” Nafīsah Salmān spat in a dustbin.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“You think you are punishing us? You aren’t as intelligent as I thought you were.”
Nafīsah Salmān too laughed scornfully.
“I don’t even sympathize with you. You don’t even deserve it, you rascal.”
She marched ahead proudly.*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan paused on the steps.
He ignored the other members of the government and the media, as well as the shameless Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauties walking with their Vedic Monotheist Hindu lovers with their Hindu hands around their Musalmān waists, proudly.
They were traditional Hindus.
“Even traditional Hindus are better for us educated Muslimahs.” They said, “Vedic Monotheist Hindus are the best, of course, but they aren’t available, even traditional Hindus are better than Pseudo Musalmīn.”
“Dr. Ali Sina and his co authors on faith freedom.org are right.” Another educated Musalmān Beauty said, “The Pseudo Musalmīn are animals. Isn’t it their absolute madness that, they still believe even in this twenty first century, in ‘live and let die’? Damn the rascals.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was absolutely justified in running the ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement against them.” Some another Musalmān Beauty commented scornfully, “The beasts certainly deserve the utmost humiliating punishments.”
All were walking down the stairs, talking, laughing, glorying in the correctness of everything, and basking in the approval of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s all the five movements: Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad and even the two other movements not exactly run by her, yet supported by her profoundly even then: Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan stood still and let the crowd swirl past him.
What a great, magnificent, gorgeous and extremely beautiful Musalmān ass she had.
Even Durgesh was still crazy to play with it.
Isn’t it a matter of great pride for her?
“There’s no hurry. They won’t start the function until Naåīmah has reviewed the situation in her usual, smiling, diplomatic, yet utmost daringly aggressive way. Since she has succeeded in seducing Durgesh successfully, despite even yourself being his Live in Relationship Partner, Naåīmah has become so self confident increasingly, and aggressive, more and more, she doesn’t care for anything and anybody now, except Durgesh himself.”
“I see you are very proud of your daughter for it.”
“Of course, I am.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “Why the hell shouldn’t I be? However, I’m in no hurry to endure another ponderous speech.”
“Because it’d be delivered by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan being the proud nude Alburrāque of Durgesh, having Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund penetrating her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt deeply from her gorgeous behind?” Nafīsah Salmān disgraced him.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I am proud of everything my daughter is proud of.”
“I can’t believe you are so human.”
“You do it because I compel you to do so.”
“How human you are.” Nafīsah Salmān said ironically.
“I’ve accepted even at the first such incident it’s your privilege to have sex with Durgesh in any manner whatsoever you damn please.”
“Isn’t that great!”
“Don’t believe if you don’t want to.”*
The first anniversary function yesterday was as successful as even she couldn’t have imagined it would be.
All the seven great ashvinātam 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, were presented on stage, proudly, by their most eligible representatives.
Every movement was given an entire day.
The function lasted through out the entire week, more and more successfully.
It ended yesterday.
The representatives from entire Pseudo Islamic Countries attended it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has gravely realized how deeply they were afraid of her now.
What was once not even imaginable, she has succeeded in bringing to truth.
It was heavily applauded through out the seven long days.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s eyes had looked with no visible sign of interest at the gathering.
She was still my nude proud burrāque.
I was still fucking her from her behind.
No one, there present, doubted that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan noted all of them present there, and all who hadn’t yet arrived.
Her beautiful hair was carefully arranged in the most seductive style making me penetrate her more and more ravenously.
Her extremely beautiful face now wore an expression of her being matter of fact.
No one could, or did, accuse her now of any blasphemy.
Whatever she did openly on stage was applauded and praised now.
And she did a lot on past seven days.
She was confident of her success.
“The Pseudo Musalmīn that surrendered to Yazīd Malåūn, his utmost selfish supporters Mullahs and Maulavies and the Årab Burdafaroshs, even to the extent that their beautiful Musalmān houseladies should be sold to Hindus in India, and supported the beast against the Ahlul Bayt, can’t have any courage to oppose me.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had said.
How right she was, she had proved successfully for seven long days and nights, nonstop.
Open ashvinātam sex sessions of all the seven great ashvinātam 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, were heavily applauded and greeted with immense enthusiasm not only by Musalmān Beauties and Hindus but also even by Pseudo Musalmīn.
They didn’t have courage enough to oppose her.
No one would be forgiven, or excused.
The speeches of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stirred the minds of all the persons.
She even had the gift of dramatic gestures.
Moreover, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had a capacity for making quite decisions even if I myself opposed them.
She used to stick by them as long as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was convinced she was right.
With every now and then this or that obvious charisma, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had the knack of persuading the voters her decisions would be right ever, as they were ago.
Almost ever she strolled among them, proudly being fucked by me, openly.
“What’s there to hide?” she used to say, “When nothing is hidden from Allah I damn care for His slaves. ‘Pardah nahīn jab koi Kħudā se, bandon se pardah karnā kyā’?”
Even despite her so open arrogant attitude Naåīmah Muħammad, Ħasan was being popular more and more day by day.
All the seven ashvinātam 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, were now getting more and more popularity in the entire Pseudo Islamic Countries.
Their political authorities were afraid of stopping or banning them due to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s latent antipathy.
She was so powerful now in their eyes that they couldn’t even afford to antagonize her.
She had the ever-richest ever utmost powerful man of the entire history of humankind being her Live in Relationship Partner.
She damn cared for even his annoyance.
None knew both of them had successfully managed to be there in Executive Council itself.
“Now,” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr asked, “what do say?”
He couldn’t take his eyes separated from the extremely beautiful female figure of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, as my nude magnificent burrāq, so unashamed, being fucked by me.
What a success.
What a great incredible success.
“Are the rumors true?” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr asked.
“No one else could have done it ever, Bhāījān.” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr said quite in awe now.
“And what about her nudism, intense feminism and so shameless exhibition of her open sex sessions with a Hindu, Durgesh that is utmost infamous Hindu for fucking almost every Musalmān Beauty that came into his contact ever?”
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smiled cunningly, triumphantly.
“Okay. Go ahead.”
“I’m ashamed of you my Musalmān sisters.”
“Of all of us?”
“Your royal family decided you to be the next King of Saůūdī Årab. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was more vigilant not to let you. She succeeded in making Shahzādah Al Moåīn Assaåūd the king instead. And subsequently she successfully bargained with him his voluntary retirement to replace him herself.”
“Your ardent Musalmān houseladies, you claimed to be so faithful to you, have also joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Cuckold Your Musalmān husband movement, my dear. Don’t ever dare to go near any of them even. You’d be cuckolded yourself otherwise.” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr warned him laughing.
He had never thought of it.
Suddenly he was thinking fast gravely.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had unknowingly solved his greatest problem.
She didn’t know what she had done.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was right.
They wanted to show they love to fuck Durgesh more than even them.
Well, has he anything to lose any more?
Why the hell he couldn’t go ahead with what he was suggested to?
Let Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan be the ultimate triumphant one.
Why the hell he should worry now?
Even if she isn’t Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza, let her not be.
He has found now the ultimate solution of his greatest problem.
He must worry of his own problems more.
Wasn’t he is the most important person for himself?
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smiled.
She had read his face successfully minutely.
Allah, what a lucky young lady.
Okay, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, I too accept you are really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza herself if you promise me not to replace us mature Musalmān Beauties in Durgesh’s life, with your Jet Musalmān Beauties ever.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 2
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam