Durgesh Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī
Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī
Only time would tell
I came back from the liquor store with some good tequila and margarita mix, only to find Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī sitting on the bed.
My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī and I had performed oral sex on just a couple of hours before.
She was wrapped in a bath towel, apparently naked underneath.
The towel barely came a third of the way down her deliciously tanned thighs.
“Hi, Mister Durgesh. Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s in the shower still. What did you get us?”
“Some stuff for margaritas. Did you, ah, want to borrow a shirt or something?”
“No, I’m fine. I’ll put my bathing suit back on once it dries a little.” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī turned a page on one of the issues of Cosmo Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī had brought with her on the trip. “If that’s okay.” She added.
“More than okay.” I said.
I took out the mix, booze and plastic cups that I’d bought.
“I’m going to get some ice.”
I went to the ice machine and filled the small plastic bucket the motel had provided in the room.
I had to shake my head to clear it.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī was something beyond the normal definition of “hot.”
But, so far, my only new lover was my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī.
That development had been wonderful, but the last thing I wanted to do was gawk at her new friend and end up making her jealous.
Because if that relationship blows up it’s going to blow up in a big way.
I really had no desire to end up as an Internet news sensation just before spending the next few years in jail.
I had a feeling that Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī wasn’t going to make the evening easy on me though.
I got back just as Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī came out of the shower.
She smiled at me, looked over to Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī and what she was wearing, shrugged and stayed wrapped in her own towel.
She sat on the bed next to her new friend and started going over the magazine with her.
From the laughing and pointing that soon ensued, I assumed they were reading about the “99 sex moves your man can’t live without” advertised on the cover.
I started working on the drinks as the girls continued to laugh and read.
I heard Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī whisper something to Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, but couldn’t make it out.
“Ask him, not me.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said.
“I can’t do that, he barely knows me!”
I turned just in time to see Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī’s jaw just about hit the floor, right before she nearly rolled off the bed laughing.
When she turned over to her side, I got a shaded view of her neatly trimmed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy.
I smiled and boldly never tore my eyes away as soon as I realized what I was looking at.
But with a look at Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, I knew I was busted.
She’d caught me.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī winked at me and grinned.
“Daddy, in your male opinion, is technique or enthusiasm more important in oral sex?”
“I think a lot of both is what makes it great. If I had to pick one, I’d pick enthusiasm I suppose. Here’s your drinks, girls. Here’s to my committing a crime by providing alcohol to teenagers.”
The girls cheered and sipped cautiously at their drinks, and then after Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī pronounced them “yummy” they downed them with vigor, demanding another round before I could even sit down.
“It probably helps, yeah.”
“Why?” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī asked, “Don’t you like to swallow?”
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī shook her beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head and wrinkled her nose.
“No. My last Hindu boyfriend liked to smoke a lot, and I think maybe it made his stuff taste nasty.”
“Oh no! I love to swallow for my d — uh, my boyfriend. I love the taste.”
“Does he smoke?”
“That’s probably it. I only went down on the one guy before.”
“What do you do when he cums?” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī continued.
“No, I’m embarrassed! Let’s have another drink and I’ll tell you. Maybe.”
I provided the drinks, and the girls drank them more slowly this time.
The conversation wandered here and there as we all got to know each other, but I suppose with them just wrapped in towels it was inevitable it would turn back to sex sooner rather than later.
“So, what do you do when he cums?” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī pried again.
“I… um… I just let him blow it all over my face. It used to turn him on a lot and make it so he wasn’t mad that I wouldn’t swallow for him.”
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī looked down and turned a deep shade of scarlet after her admission, and Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī and I shared a long look.
“That’s really hot.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said, finally.
I instantly got an image of Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little girl pulling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth off my Hindu shaft as it pumped load after load onto her perfect face.
The image stiffened my Uncut Hindu Cock immediately and sent a shiver down my body.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī handed me her empty glass.
“Another one, Mister Durgesh?” She asked.
“Not yet.” I said. “First, I’m going to shower off. After that, it’s time for your first sobriety check. And call me Durgesh, would you?”
“Huh uh.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī cut in, “It’s way hotter if she calls you ‘Mister Durgesh.'”
Both girls laughed loudly and scooted in closer together.
I took my raging hard on into the shower.
I rinsed off in the shower, trying to figure out what was going on.
Did Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī want me to do something with Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī?
Did Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī?
It wasn’t like I could have a threesome with the girls, with one of them being my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī and the other knowing it.
The signals were obvious, but the situation was crazy.
I came out of the bathroom to find the Musalmān girls laughing over drinks.
We were all in towels now.
I hadn’t brought fresh clothes into the bathroom with me.
“Now what we have here is a rules violation.” I said. “You were supposed to take a test first.”
“But Daddy, we were thirsty.”
“Nice towel, sir.” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī said.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī slapped her on the thigh.
“Hey watch it, lady. That’s my Dad you’re talking about.”
“A very sexy Dad.” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī answered.
“Don’t get used to the towel,” I said, “it’s just till I get some clothes from my bag.”
“No!” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said, “We need more drinks, you have to give us your test first.”
“Oh, you two lightweights probably couldn’t even pass them. ”
“Okay.” I turned my attention toward them, my Uncut Hindu Cock starting to thicken under my towel.
I hadn’t really put too much thought into my “tests.”
Seeing those two young Musalmān girls there on the bed though, their bodies covered only by that thin cloth, I started to get some ideas.
“Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī, you first.”
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī stood up and walked confidently to me.
She turned those warm brown eyes up at me and said, “Shoot.”
“You have to stand on your tip toes, put your hands over your head, and arch back as far as you can without falling down.”
“No, my towel will fall off. ”
“Chicken!” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī yelled.
“You can borrow a shirt.” I said.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī started clucking.
“Okay! Shut up with the chicken noises I’ll do it.”
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī adjusted her towel, tightening it, and then stood inches from me.
She gave me a sexy smile as she stood up on the balls of her feet and stretched her hands high in the air.
The towel fell off almost immediately.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī hooted and whistled.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī, unperturbed and gloriously naked, arched back, nearly pressing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy into my towel covered Hindu crotch.
Her body was lean and hard, except for the swell of her B cup breasts and the soft, downy hair over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy.
She had a dusting of freckles on her shoulders that I found incredibly sexy.
Her nipples were small and pale pink.
My Uncut Hindu Cock tried its best to just right through my towel to get to the young Musalmān woman in front of me.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī stood normally again, calmly picked up her towel and threw it over her shoulder.
She looked down at my raging Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Well that’s quite a reaction, Mister Durgesh. I’m starting to think you just wanted to see me naked. Sexy Hindu old man.” With that, she turned and walked to the bed.
She turned up the cover, climbed in and covered herself back up with the bedspread.
“I think I just fell in love with you.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
“Time for your test now, sugar.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī stood up and walked over to me.
“What do you want me to do, Daddy?” She asked.
“Are you okay with all this?” I asked.
“What, Daddy? I didn’t hear your test.” For the life of me, I couldn’t think of anything to ask her to do.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī loosened her towel and let it fall to the floor, showing me her clean, sensuous Musalmān body.
“Here, Daddy. Is this easier?”
All I could do was stand and stare at my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s naked form.
How had I gotten to that place?
What was happening to my life?
“This is so hot.” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī said from the bed. “Are you going to kiss him?”
“Dare me to.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī stood on her toes, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me passionately on the mouth.
Her tongue tangled with mine.
“Have a drink, Daddy.” She said when the kiss broke. “You’re going to need one.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī went and climbed under the covers with Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī, and the two propped themselves up on the headboard, side by side.
I downed juice, smiling.
Then I winked at both of them.
“Come sit on the bed, Daddy.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said.
I did as she asked.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was still hard as steel beneath my towel.
“Okay, now you.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said to her friend. “Show him how girls kiss down south.”
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī climbed out of the covers, still naked, grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me hard.
I felt her tongue on mine, attacking my mouth where Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī had been caressing it.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī took me by the hand and pulled me down onto my back on the bed.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī reached over and undid my towel, letting my Uncut Hindu Cock stand at attention.
“You guys sure are an interesting family.” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī said.
“We’re lovers.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī answered. “Does that creep you out?”
“I don’t know. I don’t… I don’t think so. Not so far.”
“We don’t fuck, we only use mouths and fingers. But you can do whatever you want to him. All I want to do is watch.”
“Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, baby… your Ammī…”
“Shhh. She’s not here. We’ll deal with her when she gets home.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī guided Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī’s hand to my Uncut Hindu Dick, and the two of them slowly jacked me up and down.
“You suck him off?” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī asked my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī .
“Can I watch you do that?”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī smiled and leaned over, taking my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She bobbed her beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head up and down; making me practically tear the sheets off the bed.
I was going so crazy.
She put on a little show for Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī, taking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth of me and flicking her tongue all along my Hindu length.
“Now you.” She said.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī paused for a second and looked up at me. “Mister Durgesh, is it okay if I suck your Uncut Hindu Cock like your stepdaughter does?”
“If you Musalmān girls keep talking like that I’m going to cum all over both of you in about three seconds.” I warned, smiling.
“Thank you, Mister Durgesh.” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī said, and took my Uncut Hindu Dick all the way into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth in one go.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī used a tighter suction than Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, and a faster motion.
Just like when she kissed, she was aggressive when giving head.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī watched what her friend was doing to me, helping with Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī’s hair, keeping it pulled back away from her face.
“That’s it.” She said, “Be a good girl and suck my Daddy’s big Uncut Hindu Dick. He only likes good Musalmān girls, don’t you, Daddy?”
“That’s — oh Eīshān, Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī — That’s right, angel.”
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī took her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth off me about half a minute before I was about to blow my Hindu load down her throat whether she wanted to swallow it all or not.
“Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, honey,” she said, “I want to do this to you, too.”
“I want to lick your clit. Will you let me? Your dad can fuck me while I do it if you want.”
“Allah, that sounds so hot. I’ve never… I mean, I’m cool with it, but I’ve never…”
“I’ll be so good to you, baby. Better than any boy has ever been.”
The young Musalmān girls arranged themselves, and I moved out of their way.
Soon, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was lying on her back with her legs spread wide, showing her shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy in all its beauty.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī got on her knees in a prayer position in front of her.
She lowered her quivering red crimson beautiful Wahābī Musalmān lips to my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s vagina as she offered her extremely beautiful gorgeous wonderful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy to me.
“Don’t cum in me, Mister Durgesh,” she said, “I’m not on the pill.”
She ran her tongue up my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s snatch in a long, languid lick while I eased my hard Uncut Hindu Cock into her tight, warm Musalmān snatch from behind.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī felt amazing.
I held her by her big buttocks and thrust slowly in and out of her, while she licked Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s equally wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God… Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God…” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī panted, her fingers digging into Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī’s hair.
I started speeding up my Hindu thrusts as Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī did a heroic job keeping her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth on target while getting pounded from behind.
“Oh yeah!” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said in a high, anxious tone. “Tell me!”
“He’s so hard and so big. Oh fuck… you should fuck your Hindu Daddy. Just let him fuck you and fuck you and teach you everything… Allah , Oh fuck… honey… Allah, oh God, I’m going to cum! Your Hindu Daddy’s making me cum!”
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī started going wild, thrusting back into me with her full young Musalmān force while I thrust back with everything I had.
I was buried to the hip in this young Musalmān girl, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy stretched tight around my Uncut Hindu Dick.
With each of her thrusts, she was getting more and more violent, wild and ferocious.
My own Hindu thrusts were also not normal.
We were fucking each other now more and more wildly.
As if there was a contests of lust for each other between us, Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī increased her pace forgetting originally she was not fucking me.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was surprised when she suddenly realized Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī was more interested in fucking me now, than in licking her juicy Musalmān Cunt.
“Nonsense,” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, “I’m only responding to your Hindu father’s constantly increasing wild Hindu assaults on my Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. It’s a shame, yaar, that a sixty two years old Hindu man is winning on just eighteen Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was surprised,
“You really mean it?”
“Of course! What do you think? I’m sorry. I can’t let him win. I won’t be able to face the mirror even.”
I smiled and increased my pace myself too.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī also increased her pace.
I too again increased my pace.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was feeling herself neglected now more and more as the time was passing.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī was so engrossed in contesting with me that didn’t even hear what Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī shouted in anger.
She increased her pace once more.
Then it was being repeated virtually.
Alternatively, we were increasing our pace. The contest went on for hours.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī had ultimately absolutely forgot she was licking Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s cunt initially,
Until finally she stiffened and screamed out while her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Cunt spasmmed all around me.
“Oh fuck!” She said, “Holy fuck! Allah, Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, I came so hard. Mmmm Mmmmmmm.”
That last bit was drowned out as she buried her face in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s snatch again.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was suddenly alive once more,
“That feels so good…” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said, reaching up for my hand.
I gave it to her and she pulled as if to bring me to her side.
I slowly slid my Uncut Hindu Cock out of Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy and got off the bed, only to kneel on it again, with my shaft offered up to my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s willing Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“Oh yeah, suck my juices off your Daddy’s Uncut Hindu Cock. Be a good girl for him.” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī said, and then went back to her tongue work.
My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī took me deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth as she clutched her friend’s hair.
Then suddenly she stopped and pulled away.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God I’m going to cum myself now!” She said.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī immediately lifted her beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head away from her snatch.
“Oh no, you’re not.” She said. “Not yet.”
“What? Oh no! Please make me cum baby, you had me so close!”
“No way. You’re going to cum on your Daddy’s Uncut Hindu Cock. I just have to see you guys fuck.”
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī took me by the hand and pulled me away from Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s mouth, and toward her spread legs.
“Oh no, Daddy.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said, “We can’t, I’ll get pregnant.”
“He won’t cum in you, will you Mister Durgesh?” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī said.
I couldn’t say anything.
“That’s it.” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī said. “Put that big Uncut Hindu Cock in her. It’s going to feel so good, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī. Your Hindu Daddy is going to fuck you so good.”
“Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī…” I managed to say.
“Oh yes, Daddy. Do it. Do it, please. Now you are my only resort. Don’t disappoint me, Daddy. Please!”
I set my Uncut Hindu Cock at the entrance to my baby girl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.
Absurdly, images flashed through my head of teaching her to ride a bike for the first time.
She’d been so cute on it, so proud of the little pink bows on the handlebars.
“Fuck me, Daddy.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī whimpered, tears in her eyes. “I need you so bad. Please. Don’t betray me now in front of a complete stranger. Don’t humiliate your Musalmān angel, please!”
With a single push, I took my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān virginity, her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Vaginal tunnel taking me in, deepest without resistance.***
I’d never felt anything like it.
Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little girl was everything to me, and now I was surrounded by her.
I pumped in and out of her, all the world ceasing to exist except for her, and for Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī’s hand on my ass, pushing me insistently in and out, in and out.
I held myself up on my hands and fucked my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, fucked her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy.
I told her what a good girl she was being, and my Uncut Hindu Cock was so hard in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Snatch that I felt like it was going to explode.
“I… I’m cumming Daddy! YES DADDY! DADDY! OH FUCK I’M CUUUMMMING!!!”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī arched and twisted around as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
She panted and moaned long and low, her eyes locking with mine.
“Daddy!” She gasped, “I love you so much!”
“I love you too, baby girl. Yet, I’m not going to cum so soon. I want to fuck you till we both exist. ”
“Oh, thank you Daddy, thank you very much. I love you now more. Now more than even my life. Keep fucking me till you please.”
I just went on fucking Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī more and more passionately, more and more wildly for hours now.
Her responses, to my wild Hindu thrusts now, were more and more fierce.
Ultimately, I pushed in my Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy, deepest when my orgasm was inevitable.
Both Musalmān girls lay on their backs, heads together as I knelt over them.
Both of them started stroking my Uncut Hindu Dick just as I started shooting, thick shots of my Hindu cum spattering all over into Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot, deepest.
My knees shook and I collapsed to the bed on Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s nude Musalmān body.
My Hindu semen was still pouring out of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī ultimately took me into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān Choot deepest, making sure she got every last drop of my Hindu sperm.
After a few minutes, Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī got up, covered up both with the sheet and bedspread, went and washed her face, and then came back and kissed us both on our foreheads.
“That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.” She said. “I hope I see you guys again sometime. I’ll leave my number.”
After Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī had left the room, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī gave me a kiss on my Hindu lips.
“I’m so sleepy.” She said.
“My Hindu lover?”
“I’m glad you were my first. I promise you to be the last and only one. I’m a One Man Woman, Daddy, and I promise you to remain so till infinity. That was so good. You are the only man in my life and you’d remain the only man in my life, forever.”
I didn’t know what to say to something like that. In truth, I felt honored.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, baby girl.”***
My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, said from my bedroom doorway.
I opened my eyes to see her standing there, naked fully, as she was born.
But there was a difference too.
She was young and adult now.
Her generous breasts were defying gravity, as usual.
Her tummy was flat perfection, her hips Cocked to one side in a way only teenaged Musalmān girls can manage.
“Hi baby girl.” I answered sleepily.
“Can I climb in bed with you?”
“Always when you are nude, as you are now.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī grinned and opened her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān smooth young thighs, revealing her shaved, perfectly shaped little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy mound.
I pulled the bedcovers aside and her baby brown eyes went to my thickening Uncut Hindu Cock before she climbed in next to me.
My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī and I had become lovers a few days before, in a hotel room on the way home from a family visit.
We’d started out with a simple rule: we’d only use mouths and fingers, and I wouldn’t fuck her for fear of getting her pregnant.
All that had gone out the window after Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī had made friends with a southern girl named Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī, whom we had shared between us.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī had talked Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī into letting me put my Uncut Hindu Cock in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy.
I fucked Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little girl for several glorious hours, before the whole thing became too much for me.
We were home now though, our last morning alone together before my Live in Relationship Partner Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī got home from visiting Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s grandAmmī in Saůūdī Årab.
Last night had been well spent, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī sucking me off on the couch after I’d licked her to three climaxes.
I’d carried her spent body back to her bed.
I’d wanted to take her to mine, but in truth, I’d needed a night to clear my head and get mentally prepared for Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s coming home.
Though Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī herself wanted her daughter Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī my Live in Relationship Partner too, but it was before it really happened.
Nowadays we both were not sure of her response after it really has been done.
We had to leave at nine in the morning to go pick her up at the airport.
I looked at the clock. It was already seven thirty.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī snuggled her naked Musalmān body up against mine, her hand going immediately to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, baby, we don’t have much time. We have to go get ready to pick up your Ammī.”
“I know, Daddy. I wanted to come lay with you a bit first.”
“Daddy… after Ammī gets back… how long do you think it will be before you and me can… you know, play together?”
“I don’t know, angel. We can’t get caught. We have to be really careful.”
“Don’t you even think about stopping on me. I need your Hindu cum in my mouth. A lot. Don’t make me wait.”
“We just have to be careful.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī laid her beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head down on my chest and stayed quiet for a couple of minutes.
“Will you fuck me again? I know we said we would but it might be a long time till we get another chance.”
A red flag went up in my head immediately.
Getting Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī pregnant was something I definitely didn’t want to risk.
I immediately decided to tell her no.
“Put me in your mouth for a minute first.” I heard myself say.
My willpower was greater than anything now.
I was never a slave to my lust even for my beautiful, blonde Musalmān baby girl, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī.
I knew well the golden rule and understood it fully:
‘Take care of yourself first, so that you can take care of everyone and everything important to you.’
‘If you are not capable yourself how can you take care of everyone and everything else so important to you?’
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī kissed me on the mouth, and then kissed her way down my chest, until she finally reached my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She licked up and down the enraged Hindu monster before she finally sucked me gently into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth, swirling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān tongue around my Uncut Hindu Dick as she did so.
I held my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī by the hair as she fellated me, looking into her eyes as she bobbed her beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head up and down on my sixty-two years old yet amazingly everyoung Hindu shaft.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth was so very wet and warm, her quivering red crimson beautiful Wahābī Musalmān lips soft and pliant.
She cooed and moaned as my Uncut Hindu Cock slid in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth, the vibrations moving from my Uncut Hindu Dick all through my Hindu body.
“That feels so fucking good, my Musalmān angel.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī took her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth off me and grinned.
“Was I a good Musalmān girl, Daddy?”
“Oh yes, baby, you were the best Musalmān girl.”
“Will you fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy now?”
“Lay on your tummy, baby. Daddy’s going to fuck you so hard.”
“Mmmmm, oh yeah, Daddy. Take me from behind like a bitch.”
“That’s quite a mouth you have there, young lady.”
“I’m sorry Daddy, I’m only a slut for you, I promise.”
I slid a pillow under my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī and crawled up behind her with my Uncut Hindu Dick aimed at her pretty little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, Daddy. Put it in me, please. I’ll be so good, I promise.”
I shoved my Uncut Hindu Cock into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī in one thrust, and she screamed like a cat in heat as I started pumping my hard Hindu organ into her Musalmān depths over and over again, my pubic hairs slamming into her shaved Musalmān snatch with my every Hindu thrust.
“Oh fuck, Daddy! Daddy! Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! God, keep fucking me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! !”
My Uncut Hindu Cock was being gripped like it was in a silken vise.
I made a fist in Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little girl’s hair as I pounded her into the mattress, the bed bouncing and creaking every time I shoved my Hindu meat into her.
“You… you like it hard, baby?”
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, yes. Now tell me I’m a good Musalmān girl.”
“You’re being such a good Musalmān girl for Daddy, baby. Daddy’s sorry he has to… ah! That I have to fuck you so hard. Fuck, baby, your young eighteen years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy feels so good around my utmost experienced sixty two years old, everyoung Uncut Hindu Lund!”
“Fuck… fuck…. tell me… Allah, oh God… tell me you love me, Daddy.”
“I do love you, my Musalmān angel, more than anything.”
“OH FUCK DADDY, I’M GOING TO CUM!”
With that, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī lost all rhythm and just started slamming her hips back into mine, burying her face in the pillow and screaming for all she was worth.
For my part, I gritted my teeth and kept thrusting into her, trying to hold back the tidal wave of cum wanting to shoot out of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Fuck, Daddy! Allah! Oh God that felt so fucking good…”
“Daddy’s going to cum baby. You need to swallow for me.”
“No, I want it in me. Cum… cum in my beautiful Musalmān ass Daddy. Just do it.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, baby, are you sure?”
“Yeah, just… be careful I’ve never done it before.”
I slowed my pace and caught my breath, but never stopped my thrusts.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī moaned long and low into the pillow.
I reached over my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī and opened a small drawer in my Live in Relationship Partner’s nightstand, taking out the small bottle of lube we kept there.
Gently, trying to keep under control, I squirted some of the lube into my baby’s tight Musalmān asshole, and then smeared more of the stuff onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Are you ready baby?” I asked.
“Yeah. Tell me I’ve been bad, Daddy. This is what happens to bad Musalmān girls.”
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, I want your Hindu cum in me so bad. I wish you could cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to be bad, I promise.”
Slowly, I pulled my steel hard Uncut Hindu Cock out of my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy and started prodding her well-lubed Musalmān ass with it.
Her extremely beautiful Musalmān body tensed at first and she bit her lower lip.
“I know you will next time, angel. This is for your own good.”
“Oh yeah, Daddy this is so hot. Teach me my lesson.”
I pushed, and the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick slipped into Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s tight brown Musalmān hole.
“Ow! Oh be careful, Daddy! You’re taking my Musalmān cherry there.”
“I’m taking all of you baby. You’re all mine now.”
“Oh yeah, Daddy. Ow! Ow! Oh no, don’t stop, keep going! Ow! Oh I’m so sorry, Daddy! I promise I’ll be good!”
I lay on her still, except for the occasional insistent twitch of my Uncut Hindu Cock, and let her get used to me being in her.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy.”
Are you ready for your lesson, angel?”
With that, I started fucking my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s tight Musalmān asshole.
If I thought her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy had been tight, I was being introduced to a whole new definition of the word.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s backside was chewing my Uncut Hindu Cock, even past the lube, and I had been so close before I entered her that there was no way I was going to last long.
“Oh yeah, Daddy!” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said as her hand went underneath her and she started rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy with a fury.
“OH FUCK DADDY!”
“Eīshān, baby, I’m going to cum so hard!”
“Do it Daddy! Cum in my Musalmān ass! I’ll be a good girl… I’ll be a good girl… so…fucking…good!”
“You’re so tight baby!”
“I’M CUMMING DADDY!”
My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī went wild under me again, and I shoved into her with everything I had as my Uncut Hindu Cock jumped and shook and spewed huge ropes of cum into her.
A flood of sperm that would have choked her if she’d tried to take it down her throat.
The moan that came out of her mouth was ripped from her soul.
I gave everything I had to Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little Musalmān girl.***
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī yelled as my Live in Relationship Partner, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī, walked into the baggage area.
She ran to her Ammī and the two of them hugged each other tight.
I followed at a more dignified pace and kissed Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī on the cheek.
Her hair was as blond as Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s, her eyes a deep blue.
She stood a good three inches taller than her own daughter did.
And at thirty-five she was every bit as attractive as she’d been on the day I accepted my Live in Relationship with her.
“Hello there.” She hummed to me, her Saůūdī Årab accent a little more pronounced than usual, just as it always was when she came back from visiting her family overseas.
Normally, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s accent was just a hint.
Most people could talk to her for several minutes before catching on that she wasn’t born here in the states.
“Hello, yourself.” I answered.
“Did the two of you get along alright while I was gone?”
“Oh yeah,” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī beamed, “we took good care of each other, didn’t we Daddy?”***
With Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī home life largely went back to normal.
With my vacation time over, I resumed my job at the office.
Fucking needy Musalmān Beauties, I mean, on the prescriptions from Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, under their sex therapy.
Fucking needy Musalmān Beauties, I mean, on account of my social service to them, in collaboration with Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Fucking needy Musalmān Beauties, I mean, during my legal services to them if the circumstances warranted it.
That was my office.
That was my field.
Nothing illegal however.
All these services from me were absolutely legal, highly paid, highly sophisticated and highly appreciated everywhere by almost every learned humanitarian.
Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī mostly worked from home doing grant writing.
It didn’t leave a lot of time for me to pursue my sexual relationship with my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī.
I thought about it a lot, but I hadn’t had the proper circumstances to try to sneak into her room at night yet.***
I was cautious of being caught.
Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was a very sexual woman, and the two of us had done some pretty kinky stuff over the years, but me fucking and getting sucked off by her little girl was beyond the pale.
Consequently, I kept myself busy tending to my Live in Relationship Partner’s needs.
I was sure Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī could hear us making love most nights.
During the day, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī would make sure I hadn’t forgotten about her by finding a lot of excuses to hug me, or rub up against me during the day.
During these “innocent” contacts, she’d sneak in a quick grab of my Uncut Hindu Cock or ass or whisper in my ear.
Let me tell you, it’s pretty hard to hold your train of thought when your Musalmān stepdaughter comes up and whispers to you how bad she wants to feel you cumming in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
The next time I really had a chance to be close to Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī for an extended period of time was a Thursday afternoon, about a week after we’d picked her Ammī up from the airport.
I’d gotten home early that day and Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī came home to find me reclining on the couch, watching an Ashvinātam movie.
I’d already changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt as the summer was still very warm.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said.
She was wearing a knee length sundress that showed her extremely beautiful Musalmān body off wonderfully.
She looked absolutely built for sex with me, I thought.
“At the gym,” I answered, clicking the TV off.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī slid in next to me on the couch and kissed me passionately on the mouth, her tongue tangling with my own.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Daddy. I need you so bad. I’ve been wanting to die I’ve been needing you so bad.”
“Me too, angel. We have to be quick though, your Ammī is almost home.”
No sooner had I said that then Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī pulled up in the driveway.
“Oh no!” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said, her hands rubbing my hard Uncut Hindu Cock through my pants. “I wanted to suck you off so bad! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is the everbest utmost tasty thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life. Moreover my entire Musalmān girlfriends also have the same opinion.”
I clicked the TV back on and Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī readjusted her position so that we were spooning when her Ammī opened the door.
“Hi, Ammī!” She said.
“Hello. Oh, don’t you two look very cute.” Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī came over, still in her gym clothes, and gave both Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī and me each a light kiss on the lips. “I’m going to go climb in the shower, then I’ll start dinner.”
“Okay, honey.” I said.
“Okay, Ammī.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī echoed.
As soon as we heard the water turn on upstairs, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī reached down and undid my zipper, working my shorts down my legs quickly.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was in her warm eager Musalmān mouth within seconds.
“Mmmmm. Mmm-hmmm.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī moaned, her fingers reaching down to her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy to rub her clit while she bobbed her beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head up and down.
She was keeping a fast pace.
Both she and I knew my Live in Relationship Partner wouldn’t be in the shower long.
But after only a couple of minutes Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī broke her contact with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Fuck me Daddy, please.”
“Baby we can’t keep doing that, it’s too risky. We have to get you on the pill or something.”
“Okay, we can, but right now I need you to fuck me so bad.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī stood and removed her panties, clutching them tightly in her hand as she spooned with me again, this time lifting the back of her dress up to give me access to her tight little Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān snatch.
“Oooooh. Oh yes, Daddy. I’ve been… ah… I’ve been dreaming about this for a week.”
I brought my hands under the front of her dress to rub at her clit as I fucked her ferociously, proudly.
“Your little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy feels so good, baby, but we have to be so careful.”
“Oh yeah, Daddy. Rub my clit. Oh, fuck me. I want you to teach me everything, just like Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī said.”
“I will baby. Eīshān, you feel so incredible.”
I started thrusting harder into Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little Musalmān girl, the sweet sounds of my Uncut Hindu Cock sliding in and out of her some of the sexiest noises I’d ever heard.
“Daddy… Daddy… I’m going to cum, don’t stop.”
“Daddy’s close, too, baby.”
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
“God, baby, I’m so close!”
“Oh yeah… don’t stop, Daddy! Faster! Oh fuuuuuuck, I’m going to cum so hard!”
“Hurry baby, Daddy’s going to cum!”
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God! I’m cumming Daddy! Cum in me!”
“Okay baby! As you please!” My guts were soaring as I kept pounding my Uncut Hindu Cock into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī.
My Hindu balls tightened as my orgasm quickly reached the point of no return.
My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy was clenched down tight on my Uncut Hindu Cock as she bucked her hips back into mine.
There was nothing I could do.
I couldn’t pull out of her and shoot cum all over the place while her Ammī was right upstairs, and not cumming simply wasn’t an option.
“Daddy! I’m cummmmming! Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God, cum in me! Cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy, Daddy!”
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming too baby!”
“Oh yeah! Fucking give it to me! Cum in me!”
With that I shoved my Uncut Hindu Dick into Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s baby Musalmān girl as hard as I could and just let go, my Hindu shaft jerking inside her spasming Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as burst after burst of my Hindu cum shot into her, overfilling her teenaged Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy with my Hindu sperm.
My arms went around her and I clutched her to me and the torrent of my Hindu cum went on and on, both of us shaking from the intensity of our orgasms.
“Oh, I feel it,” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī moaned, “I feel you shooting in me.”
“It feels so good, Daddy. Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! I love you cumming into me.”
My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy clutched at me over and over again, drawing every last drop of my Hindu semen out of my Uncut Hindu Cock just as we heard the water turn off upstairs.
Slowly, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī pulled away from me, my Uncut Hindu Cock sliding out of her.
She clutched her panties between her legs to catch the cum leaking from her.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī knelt down by the couch and put her tongue in my mouth again.
“That felt so good, Daddy. Don’t worry, it’ll be okay.”
“I hope so, angel.”
“You’d better cover up before Ammī comes back down. I’m going to go cleanup”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī quickly showed me one of her fingers covered in our cum and then popped it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth to suck it clean.
“Yummy.” She said with a grin, and retreated towards the stairs.
“Love you, Daddy!” She whispered to me, and blew me a kiss.
I made a catching motion with my hand as I pulled my shorts up, my Uncut Hindu Cock still sticky with our juices.
In a few minutes, I heard Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s shower turn on just as I heard the master bedroom door open.
I’d turned the ceiling fan on and opened a window.
I hoped the living room didn’t smell too much like sex.
Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was a smart Musalmān woman.
I knew if I kept fucking my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī in the house, she was going to catch on.
I wasn’t sure what she’d do at that point.
We had to stop.
If we kept going, either we’d get caught or I’d end up getting my own stepdaughter pregnant.
Even as I thought it, I knew I couldn’t end now what was happening.
Only time would tell, where all of this was going to lead.
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I said to my teenaged stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, sitting in the passenger seat of my Mercedes,
“You’re pretty quiet, what’s on your mind?”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī looked at me, smiled and said,
“Nothing, really. Just spaced out.” Her eyes had that special sparkle they always had when she was lying to me.
She was smarter than a large number of tremendously successful persons I know.
So her Ammī, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī is.
A genetic progress, actually.
Incest in West was almost normal now.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī supported it thoroughly,
“I’d never leave my own house.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī used to say, “I love Papa Jī. Most of the utmost intelligent womankind of today loves my stepdad, Durgesh. Why should I allow anyone else to touch me even?”
Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī smiled teasing me,
“The girl is born for you, Durgesh.”
I looked at her angrily,
“I was not born yesterday, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī. You have taught her your own erroneous detrimental moral values that are immoral actually.”
Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī laughed,
“Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī is your born wife.”
“She is barely legal adult. Eighteen only.”
“Can’t she marry now?”
“Not with me.”
“I don’t like barely-eighteen Live in Relationship Partners.”
“Can you refuse anyone if she proposes to you, according to your Hinduism according to Ved?” Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī teased me.
I looked at her irritably and left the Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī bedroom.
It was no use arguing with her.
Money was so important in her eyes that even all the morals were secondary to her.
I could read my stepdaughter as easily as any literate could read anything written.
She and I had always been very close, and that hadn’t changed as she’d begun to grow into a beautiful young woman.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was extremely beautiful indeed.
Her Ammī was Saůūdī Årab born, and unbelievably gorgeous, but very slender in the way that most Eastern European women are.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī had her Ammī’s golden looks and light brown eyes, but she was a little shorter, and bigger in the hips and chest.
She looked better in a bikini than most of the Musalmān girls you see on magazine covers.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī looked back out the passenger window despite my raising a skeptical eyebrow at her.
It wasn’t that she lied a lot.
I could just tell when she did, and I knew very well what she was thinking about.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was a lot like her Ammī, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī, personality wise, and I knew at her age she could pretty much just think about one thing.
I didn’t push it though, as I didn’t want to make our drive awkward.
We’d been visiting my Ammī-in law, Fātimah Zāhid Hāshmī, down in Palm Springs.
And we were back on our way to our home in Ashland, Oregon.
I have to live there, as I was her Live in Relationship Partner.
We usually brought my Live in Relationship Partner with us, but she was visiting her own family in Saint Petersburg.
Moreover, she would be gone another few weeks.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī had stayed with me to be closer to her friends during summer vacation.
I was at once vigilant.
Usually most of my stepdaughters called me ‘Durgesh darling’, instead of ‘Daddy’.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was no exception.
“Yes, angel?” I smiled apparently.
“Can we stop at a motel early today? It’s so hot. I want to swim.”
I mulled the idea over in my head for a minute.
We could get another three or four hours on the road today, making the trip tomorrow shorter, but I didn’t really have any place to be and I didn’t have to work until Wednesday that week, still three days away. It wasn’t a tough sell.
My Out Queen, Kħadījah Muħammad, my Social Service Partner, Åāyeshah Siddīqah and my Sex Therapy Assistant Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ all the three had promised me to take care of the needy Musalmān Beauties in my absence.
Kħadījah Muħammad had smiled,
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī smiled,
“I also need my sex expert Hindu Papa Jī’s utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund between my Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān legs. It is my eighteenth birthday present I deserve from him. He is tolerating me for an appreciable time now.”
“Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī,” I retorted, “will you please shut up? You know very well, I detest incest very much.”
My first acquaintance with her real father Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī flashed before my very eyes.
I hated the pimp very much.
He had deliberately himself urged his wife Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī to seduce me to the extent that she should have sex with me even.
He blackmailed her to live with me as my Live in Relationship Partner.
He wanted only one million dollars per year in return from me.
“Okay, it’s a deal, Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī. I promise to give you one million dollars per year in return for your wife, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s absolute freedom from you pimp.”
She proudly sat on my Hindu lap now humiliating Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī.
Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was astonished however at my extraordinary aggressive Hindu sexual prowess.
Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was so full of scorn to her duly married Musalmān husband, Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī that she immediately admitted my Uncut Hindu Lund between her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, to humiliate him infinitely, though I was a perfect stranger Hindu for her at that time.
Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī laughed ironically,
“Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī, my dear duly married wife, you can’t understand ever the importance of money. You are a born multi-millionaire. Your Abbū is an international business tycoon. I’m certainly not. I earn my money from my own business skills and brains.”
“Brains?” Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī spat scornfully in the wastebasket, “You deceive innocent sophisticated rich Musalmān young women that you love them, marry them and then blackmail them to seduce Durgesh or other eligible filthy rich Hindus. You are a highly educated sophisticated pimp of Musalmān Beauties to Hindus. I am ashamed of myself that I really loved you once. What a damnfool I was.”
Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī smiled shamelessly,
I responded to Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī,
“Sure. Why don’t you find us a hotel with a good pool and we’ll drop anchor for the day.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī shot me one of her thousand watt smiles and hit her smart phone with intensity.
In a few minutes she announced that she’d found the place – a Comfort Inn ten miles up the road.
She borrowed my credit card and booked our rooms.
Or rather, room.
When we arrived, I found out she’d only reserved a single room for us, though it had two beds.
“It saves money!” She said proudly. “So we can go out to a nice dinner.”
“Nonsense. Your father is a multi-zillionaire. They suspect we are the richest family now on the entire globe. Doesn’t Sound good, baby.” I said,
My extremely beautiful secretary, my Out Queen, Kħadījah Muħammad, went to get our bags.
Of course, she had her personal staff too with her.
The room was pretty big for what we’d paid for it, and I was impressed by Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little girl’s bargain sense.
The pool in back was big and clean.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī wasted no time running into the bathroom and changing into a black bikini that would have set any person her age to drooling.
Even I couldn’t help but admire how good she looked in it.
I think every stepfather wants a beautiful stepdaughter, and I was very proud of her.
If only she didn’t insist to be my Live in Relationship Partner.
“Aren’t you coming?” She asked me.
“Sure, I’ll go in for a while, that sounds good. Just give me a minute.”
I went into the bathroom and changed into my suit.
I didn’t look too bad in mine either, if I do say so myself.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī had been a surprise pregnancy.
And she was born when Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was only seventeen.
Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was thirty-five now, obviously.
I worked out regularly, both at a Thai Boxing school and at a Crossfit gym, and prided myself on staying in excellent shape.
I came out of the bathroom shirtless, and found Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī on the bed, lying face down in just her skimpy bikini bottoms.
Her top lay next to her.
Instantly, I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to thicken in my shorts.
I wasn’t embarrassed.
It was an instinctive reaction that I couldn’t help.
She was just so damn sexy.
Besides Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was deliberately seducing me.
She was not even a bit ashamed of herself for it, moreover.
Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was so bitter now that she deliberately taught her daughter to seduce me.
“We Musalmān women need a Hindu man for our survival, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī.” Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī used to say to her daughter, “None can guarantee your Musalmān husband would not turn out to be one more Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī. When we have to sleep with a Hindu ultimately, why marry a Musalmān mediator? Why not directly deal with our ultimate true protector Hindu himself?”***
I didn’t harden all the way though, and I didn’t think my stepdaughter noticed my predicament.
“Can you put lotion on me, Daddy?”
I took my time rubbing Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little girl down, and enjoyed the feel of her warm, flawless skin.
I massaged her a little as I rubbed the lotion in, and she treated me to some “mmm’s” and “aaaah’s” from deep down in her throat.
I had to shift around to keep my Uncut Hindu Dick from tenting my shorts out.
He may not seriously think of it, he might not ever do it, but the thought has crossed his mind.
It’s a natural thing.
Let’s face the cold and hard facts.
Let’s not resort to hypocrisy.
The way I see things, there are two ways you can deal with it: One, you can freak out and put yourself in counseling just for being a healthy male; or two, you can accept it as a normal thing and relax.
I was definitely of the latter school of thought.
Yes, my Musalmān stepdaughter was turning me on.
But she was doing it deliberately.
She wanted to keep her multi zillionaire facilities throughout her entire life, if she could.
How could I blame her for it?
She wanted to seduce me so that she could be sure she never has to lose what she was enjoying today.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī bargaining with me,
‘Have my young teenager Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body forever in return to your permanent assurance that I’d never lose these multi zillionaire facilities you are providing me today, only because my extremely beautiful Ammī is your Live in Relationship Partner. I don’t want to be dependent on my Ammī, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī, anymore. Let’s bargain afresh. Keep me for yourself forever. What do you say? I’m not your daughter. I’m your Live in Relationship Partner’s daughter, perfectly authorized legally and morally both to be myself your Live in Relationship Partner. I myself love you as a woman. Do you also love me as a man? Let’s be practical now. Let’s throw all the hypocrisy out of window. Will you please?’
After I finished rubbing her down it was my turn, and I lay on my stomach while Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī first got her top back on and then massaged lotion onto my back.
“You’re so strong!” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said with immense genuine appreciation. “My girlfriends wish the boys at my school had your muscles. My girlfriends love you very much, Daddy. They say you are the best and utmost wonderful Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties.”
“Well, they want raw sex and it’s okay with me.”
“They wonder why the boys in my school can’t provide them what you still can, even at your sixty two. They say you make crazy them for you when you have sex with them.”
“Your girlfriends are just teenagers. Newly legal adults they only want to enjoy as much sex as they can get.”
“And they say you can give them the best.”
“Thank you for letting me know that.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī giggled.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī surprised me by swatting me on the ass.
“Okay, stud muffin, let’s go get wet.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī rose up on her knees and waited for me to roll over.
I realized, though, that if I did that she would see the hard on raging in my shorts. I hesitated while I tried to figure something out.
“Come on!” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said, pushing me on the back and bouncing me on the bed.
“I want to go in the pool!”
“Okay. Can you get my sandals out of my bag? They’re right on top.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī turned to get the flip-flops, and I tried to adjust myself quickly to hide my condition.
Only Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī turned before I could finish.
I jerked my hand out of my shorts, but my Uncut Hindu Cock was standing erect, trapped against my left leg.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s eyes went wide as she saw the outline of it under my trunks.
“Oh! Um… here you go, Daddy. I found them.”
“Thanks baby.” I said, the awkwardness of the Moment finally deflating my engorged member.
The awkwardness didn’t last long.
We went down to the pool and splashed around, and Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī didn’t seem uncomfortable at all.
In fact, she was very affectionate, play wrestling with me and giving me plenty of hugs in the water.
It was a good afternoon.
But after an hour or so in the water, and another hour of lying out in the sun to tan and dry off, we were ready to head back in.
Back in the room, I tossed my towel onto the floor in the corner and flopped down on the bed.
Between the day’s drive and the sun outside I was pretty beat, but in a pleasant, lazy way.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī flopped her bikini clad body down on top on my chest and hugged me tight.
I wasn’t wearing a shirt and the closeness felt wonderful.
My Uncut Hindu Cock that had been cooperative while we were in the water, had started to come to life again.
I was about to move Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī off me and go get dressed for dinner when she leaned down and kissed me on my mouth.
A soft kiss that lingered for a couple of seconds.
She looked into my eyes after and smiled.
“Thanks for stopping early, Daddy. That was a lot of fun.”
“No problem, baby.”
We held each other’s gaze for a Moment.
Then I pulled her back down to me so we could kiss again.
The kiss lasted even longer this time, and was at the absolute edge of anything that could be called father – stepdaughter appropriate.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was thick now, and trapped against my leg again.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī shifted her own leg around and brushed up against it.
I was hoping she wouldn’t feel it, but she did.
Her eyes flicked down to my Uncut Hindu Dick and then back up to mine.
“It does that a lot.” She said in a quiet voice.
“Today I guess it does.” I said. “Sorry.” I added a few seconds later.
“No, it’s okay. It’s normal, right? Moreover I do appreciate it myself.”
“Normal? Sort of.”
“Is it hard because of me?”
“Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, I… yeah I guess it is.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was staring at my Uncut Hindu Dick now, and her hand reached down and brushed it through my shorts.
It was a light touch, and pretty quick, but my Uncut Hindu Cock turned to steel.
“Really?” She said, looking back up at me, her eyes wide and dark.
She kissed my lips again, taking my bottom lip in between hers for just a second.
I thought about stopping the whole thing.
The last thing I wanted to do was hurt my stepdaughter.
But then, she wasn’t exactly resisting what was going on.
I told myself we were near the edge but not over it, and that the strange mood both of us seemed to be in would probably keep us where we were for a few pleasant minutes, and then we’d separate before it went too far and things would go on as normal.
I think I even told myself the experience would probably be good for us and bring us closer.
It’s amazing sometimes how well my Uncut Hindu Dick can talk me into shit.
“You’re just really sexy, angel.” I said, placing my palm against my stepdaughter’s face.
She pressed her cheek into my hand, and I let my hand slide along it, and then down her neck and over the slope of her left breast, squeezing it gently before sliding my hand over to her arm and down to her elbow.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī kissed me again, harder this time.
Our mouths parted as our ashvinātam lips met, though our tongues stayed hidden.
Still, it was nothing like a daughter’s kiss, and we made out like that for around half a minute.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī sat up, straddling one of my legs.
Her left hand came down to rub my hard Uncut Hindu Cock through my shorts.
“You really think I’m sexy? I never thought you did. I mean, I always thought you were, but I guess I just thought I’d seem like a little girl to you.”
“You’re Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little girl. Maybe… maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī gripped my Uncut Hindu Cock again, and then released it so she could kiss me some more.
This time our tongues tangled together and I held her to me by the back of her neck.
She sat back up, cupping her own breasts.
“Do… do you want to see them, Daddy?”
“Yes.” I smiled.
It was no use in refusing her offer.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was determined to win me sexually.
She was protecting her financial future.
None could provide her what I was providing.
Moreover Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī knew very well what more I could provide to her.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī reached behind her and undid her top, and then slowly let it drop to the side.
Her breasts were a perfectly rounded C cup, her nipples small and hard.
She took hold of my right hand and pressed it to her tit.
“Does it feel okay, Daddy? I always think they’re too hard.”
“No, baby. They’re firm. Just the way they’re supposed to be.”
“I like the way your strong Hindu hand feels on them. When we’re in the car for a long time like today, all I can think about is sex, with you I mean.”
I digested the information without showing any annoyance to it.
“I know. I’m the same way. It started when I was about your age.”
“Really? Here, touch the other one, too. Mmm… that feels so nice.”
“Baby we really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Mmm… It’s okay, Daddy, we won’t let it go too far.”
“Okay.” I said, knowing we already had.
“Who do you think about?” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī asked.
“I don’t know. No one in particular I guess. I just imagine the feeling of it, and I picture a naked Musalmān woman. Not her face but her tits and…”
“Yeah. Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy. I imagine it sliding down onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.”
“Allah, God, that’s so hot. That’s exactly the kind of thing I think about.”
“Have you… had sex before?”
“No, but I have a dildo I got from a place online. I… fuck myself with it a lot. So I’m not a virgin. Not really.”
“You’re still a virgin, honey. But I know what you mean.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī ground her crotch against my bare leg.
She was soaked.
I could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān juices right through her bottoms.
“Allah, can you feel how wet you’ve made me?”
“Yes, baby. It’s hot as hell.”
“Can I show you my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy, daddy?”
I was startled but controlled myself immediately.
No wrong move!
Absolutely no wrong move!
She hasn’t fucked anyone till now.
Do you want her to do it?
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī repeated her question,
“Can I show you my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy, daddy? You haven’t answered.”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī rolled onto her back and looked into my eyes as she lifted her hips and slid her bottoms off, showing me her gloriously naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy was perfectly shaped, and shaved bare.
Her labia were swollen and glistening with her fluids.
I reached down and rubbed her clit, making her twist and moan on the bed.
I had to do it.
That’s what she anticipated from me.
“Yes. Yes, Daddy. Put your penis in me.”
I was still uncomfortable this was happening.
My stepdaughter was such a willing and eager lover.
I wondered how many times she’d fantasized about this Moment with me.
I wondered what I’d been missing out on.
Images of my Live in Relationship Partner flashed through my head for an instant, but nothing more.
Somehow, this was different.
Something too special to be shared with anyone else.
A Moment of incredible intimacy that superseded any type of socially approved relationship.
I pulled it out, and then pushed it back in.
We were like that for some minutes.
Me on my knees, watching in amazement as my Uncut Hindu Lund slid in and out of Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little girl.
I could have penised her like that forever, but she had other ideas.
“We can’t only penis. We can’t fuck, okay? I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay. You’re right, it wouldn’t be.”
“I need to cum though, and I know you do, too. Would it be okay if maybe you kissed my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy and then I let you have my mouth? I’ll swallow for you and all that. I just need you to make me cum, okay?”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī herself reached down and undid my shorts fully, letting my Uncut Hindu Cock spring absolutely free from captivity.
I moved over my stepdaughter, separating her legs with mine.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God…” she moaned, “Oh God… just my mouth Daddy, okay? Just my mouth.”
I kissed my way down my stepdaughter’s body, kissing at her perfect breasts, taking my time on her tight little belly, and then finally reaching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy.
I kissed all around it while she turned and moaned, and then I took her clit onto my Uncut Hindu Lund, rubbing it there, rubbing her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy for all I was worth.
“Daddy! Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, Daddy! I’m cuuuummmming…. DADDY! YES! YES!”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī grabbed two handfuls of my hair and crushed her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy against my Uncut Hindu Lund.
When her body relaxed, I moved up and lay next to her.
She took my face into her hands and kissed me deeply.
“Allah, God, Daddy that was so great. I love you kissing me like that. It was so sexy.”
“I’m glad you’re so comfortable with this, angel. You don’t think it’s weird at all?”
“I guess I never thought about it like that.”
“I know my friend Nīlofar Åbdul Raħmān sucks you off sometimes. She told me about it. You won’t do anything for her though, but she said she likes to suck you.”
I remembered Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s hot little raven haired friend sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was a hot experience, added to by the fact that my own stepdaughter was stroking my Uncut Hindu Dick again.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī straddled me, pinning my Uncut Hindu Cock between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy and my belly.
“My Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy wants your Uncut Hindu Cock so bad, Daddy. But we can’t fuck. I’m not even on the pill.”
“Then you should stop doing that angel. You’re…. you’re driving me crazy right now. I want to fuck your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy so bad.”
“Oh yeah… oh it would feel so good, Daddy.”
“Please stop, baby. I can’t get you pregnant.”
“Okay. Okay, Daddy. I’ll take care of you though. I can’t wait to feel you cumming in my mouth.”
“Oh fuck baby, do it, please.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī snaked her way down my Hindu body and after one lick up the shaft of my steel hard Uncut Hindu Dick, took the entire thing into her mouth on the first try.
She sucked slowly up the Hindu shaft, and then plunged her head down again, quickly building up a rhythm.
As she continued, and I did my best not to moan so loud that the neighbors called the cops, she added in a hand below her mouth, twisting it around and rubbing her saliva into my skin.
I watched my stepdaughter fellating me, feeling my Hindu cum churning in my balls and my orgasm building in my gut.
I ran my fingers through her long blond hair and locked eyes with her when she looked up at me, her mouth stretched obscenely wide by my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“I’m going to cum for you, baby.”
“Mmmm… mmm-hmmm. Yes, please go ahead.”
“Here it comes baby, get ready…. Eīshān, Daddy’s going to cum a lot… oh God angel here it comes!”
With that my stepdaughter stopped fucking my Uncut Hindu Cock with her mouth and held still while I spewed load after my Hindu load onto her tongue and against the back of her throat.
I just kept cumming and cumming, my Hindu semen pouring out of me like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī swallowed as fast as she could, but some leaked out of her mouth and ran back down my shaft.
She raised her head up, her mouth still full of my last blast of cum, and I saw her throat work while she swallowed it all.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Daddy, were you trying to drown me? You came so much!”
“That was so incredible, baby. You made Daddy feel so good.”
“Mmmm… I love the way your Hindu cum tastes Daddy. I want to suck your Uncut Hindu Cock again soon. Daily if I can.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī reached down and caught some of the cum dripping from my Uncut Hindu Cock with her fingers.
She rubbed it on one of her nipples, watching it get hard beneath her fingers.
“Allah, God, this is so hot. I’ve wanted to do this with you forever. You know my extremely beautiful teenager Musalmān girlfriends always praise you how wonderfully you fuck all of them.”
“They are lovely innocent children. It’s a pleasure to me to oblige them. The night’s still young, angel.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī kissed my lips and lay next to me, her hand going to my still hard Uncut Hindu Dick.
“You sure know how to talk to a girl.” She said.
“How’s dinner, angel?” I asked my stepdaughter over our filet mignon.
“It’s really good.” She said with a grin, and then added, “I wish I could have some wine with it though.”
“I don’t think I could talk the waiter into bringing it. I don’t think you’d pass for twenty one yet.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī pouted for a second, and then shrugged and sipped her diet coke.
A few seconds later, she grinned mischievously at me and sank down in her seat.
A Moment after I felt her bare foot on my inner thigh.
“You know, Daddy,” she said quietly, “This isn’t the best thing I’ve had in my mouth tonight.”
I nearly spit up my merlot.
“Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī! Restaurant? Public place? Any of this sound familiar?”
She shrugged and sat up.
She’d been so good with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth, so eager to commit sex with her own Hindu stepfather.
I hadn’t fucked her, but she’d ground her teenaged Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy on my Uncut Hindu Cock, and I’d kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt until she came, screaming, against my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Then she’d returned the favor, swallowing load after load of my Hindu cum as I shot onto the back of her throat.
It was the most intense sexual experience I’d ever had recently.
Surprisingly it was with an absolutely inexperienced Musalmān teenager.
But now the guilt was near equally intense.
It wasn’t just having my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī sucked me off.
I’m pretty open sexually, and I’ve done some crazy things too on my women’s request, of course.
Recently I was fucking Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan in her ass, almost daily.
She was crazy to do it with me.
Naturally, I had to oblige her until I couldn’t persuade her to have vaginal sex mostly, oral sex at the most, and yes, even anal sex, but not daily.
It was abnormal.
However, it was my first experience with Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī.
I’d been maintaining my Live in Relationship to her Ammī for eighteen years now, without a single indiscretion.
She really did love me.
“What are you thinking about?” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī asked.
“Your Ammī, mostly.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī toyed with her steak, and took a small bite, chewing quietly.
The meat was extremely well prepared, nearly melting in the mouth.
Mine was already finished off.
“Are you going to tell her?” She asked.
“No. How could I?”
“I don’t know. She’d freak, wouldn’t she?”
“I think so. She and I have done some pretty wild stuff, but this is a little beyond the pale.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī immediately perked back up. “Really? What kind of wild stuff?”
“Nothing you’d probably want to hear about.”
“I totally want to hear. Do you tie her up or anything?”
“Hot. Have you ever had a threesome? Allah Allah! Oh my God, you totally have, haven’t you? Who was it with? Do I know her?”
“This isn’t really the place to talk about it.”
“Does she let you fuck her in her Musalmān ass?”
It was exactly the moment when our waitress decided to step up to the table.
She stood there stunned for a second before saying, “Oh, uh… can I get you anything else?”
“Just the check, please. My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī isn’t fit for public places, yet, apparently.”
I winked at her as the waitress got the check for us.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī grabbed her wine glass, downed it before I could say anything, and grinned again.
“Well good. There’s some place else we should rather be, anyway.”***
As soon as we were back at the hotel room, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī had her hands on my belt buckle.
“I can’t wait to have you in my mouth again, Daddy. I need your Hindu cum in me again.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī stopped what she was doing and looked right at me, lust sparkling in her eyes.
“I want you to talk to me just like that when we’re doing this kind of stuff. I want you to call me a good Musalmān girl, just like you used to, and tell me you love me. All while you’re doing sexy things to me, Daddy. Call me your angel while you let me suck your Uncut Hindu Cock like a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān whore.”
I was shocked.
I couldn’t get any sound to come out.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī went back to work on my pants.
As she pulled them and my underwear down in one motion, my rigid Hindu shaft jumped up and slapped her in the chin.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī smiled at me gratefully and took me all the way into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth right then.
She locked her quivering red crimson beautiful Wahābī Musalmān lips around my Uncut Hindu Dick and I felt her tongue working the underside as she seemed to savor the texture and feel of my Uncut Hindu Cock in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She bobbed her beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head up and down slowly, moaning out her enjoyment the same as I did mine.
This continued for some hours now, nonstop.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was sucking me in slow motion as I did my best to stay standing.
I was surprised at her oral stamina.
In oral sex only, nonstop?
Incredible, yet true.
Was Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī another Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in my life?
Then she let go of my Uncut Hindu Cock and stood up, pulling her short summer dress up and over her beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head.
All she wore beneath was a lacy purple bra with matching panties.
“Take those clothes off Daddy.”
I did as she asked, and she stripped naked in slow motion.
“Lie on the bed, please!”
I again did as she commanded, and she straddled my shins, her hand going to her shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy.
Her fingers working her soaked clit in slow circles.
“Am I your good Musalmān girl, Daddy?”
“And do you love your Musalmān angel?”
“I love you more than anything in the world.” I said, honestly now.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī knelt down and took me into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth again.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī picked up her pace, her quivering red crimson beautiful Wahābī Musalmān lips and tongue making me twist and turn on the bed in pure ashvinātam ecstasy.
“Turn around so I can kiss you, baby.” I said.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī did, and we locked up in a sixty-nine, my Hindu lips playing on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as her beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head bobbed up and down on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
We again did that for several hours.
A new Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in my life once more?
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was exactly as possessive as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself is.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was almost thirty now.
The Musalmān Beauties of my own age group are now becoming seldom in my life.
The teen Musalmān Beauties are raping me most of the time when I sleep.
I pretend I am not aware of them fucking me, but they are also not born yesterday.
If I couldn’t assault them sexually, if I couldn’t even cooperate with them, it was better for them that I wasn’t resisting them at least.
Our oral sex continued until finally my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī started to gasp and moan, grinding her tiny snatch back onto my Hindu lips.
At the same time, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī licked and sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund for all I was worth.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, Daddy! Daddy! I’m cumming!”
I couldn’t say anything back.
At the same time, I felt my gut begin to churn, and knew that I was going to cum as well.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī seemed to sense it, speeding up and adding a hand to what she was doing.
Her orgasm hit seconds before mine and she screamed around my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Just then, my Uncut Hindu Dick began to twitch and shoot, pumping a river of my Hindu sperm into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She moaned loudly as my Hindu spunk coated her tongue.
Both our ashvinātam bodies were shaking from the intensity of our climaxes.
All the time I just fired shot after shot.
My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, seemed to have some kind of doubling effect on the volume of my Hindu cum.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī finished swallowing and turned around to lie in my Hindu arms.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, Daddy. Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Daddy.”
“I know, baby.”
“That was amazing. You just shoot and shoot and shoot.”
“I mean it. I wish you could fuck me. I want to fuck you so bad.”
“I want you too, my Musalmān angel. This is better though, we can’t get you pregnant. And… that might be too far, you know? You’re my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Well you haven’t so far. Just the opposite.”
“Good. That’s good, baby.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī sat up and looked down on me.
“Are you one of those guys who fall asleep after they cum?”
“Not really. Depends I guess. On if there is anything else to do.”
“Yep. You need to come down to the hot tub with me. Then we need to take a shower together. Then you need to make me cum again.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help myself.
“Just… the energy of a teenager that’s all.”
“Can’t keep up?”
“I didn’t say that, my Musalmān Chhammak Chhallo. Get your suit.”***
Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad told me,
“Your stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, is very pretty.” her overly generous tits bobbing in the water.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī splashed in the heated pool with Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad’s daughter, Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī, an auburn haired Musalmān beauty maybe a year older than her.
Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad and Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī were from Arkansas, and they were here visiting family.
Despite the warm evening air, they were the only two people enjoying the pool besides Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī and I.
As I watched Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī whispering and giggling conspiratorially with Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, I wondered how this excellent youth of a Musalmān woman in the hot tub with me could possibly have given birth to someone who has herself grown so early into such a sexy young Musalmān woman.
“So you look like you spend some time in the gym.” She said to me, her southern accent the extra attractive thing about her.
“Uh… yeah, I try to. If I don’t my back tends to go out on me. It’s bothered me since I was in college.”
“I bet you hurt it playing football or something like that.”
“Well, yeah I did. Nonstop sex 24x7x365.”
“That’s very commendable of you. I love an athletic Hindu man. It’s too bad you’re married.”
“My Live in Relationship Partners seem to be glad I am.”
With that, Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad hauled her bulk out of the water and grabbed a towel.
Now don’t get me wrong, I find a lot of women attractive and I expect and enjoy a little extra cushion on a woman over forty, but Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad was just more than healthy.
She was enticingly sexy too.
Her skin was tight and wonderful, and her teeth were excellent.
There were no circles under her extremely beautiful eyes that suggested any kind of addiction.
Not to mention she was standing right in front of two flat tummied, firm breasted teenaged Musalmān girls.
Even it didn’t put her in an unfavorable light.
Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad was still shining as the moon among bright twinkling stars.
“Still,” She said significantly, “your Live in Relationship Partners are a long way away.”
“Ammī!” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī said from the pool, “Stop flirting with that Hindu man, he’s married!”
“You hush!” Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad said with a laugh, and then turned back to me. “Well, it’s time for old gals like myself to head back to their rooms. The girls seem like they’re having fun, why don’t we let them continue? I might have some vodka and juice in my room if you’re interested.”
“Oh no,” I said, “I’ve been on the wagon now for almost a year. One day at a time.” I was lying off. I’d never had a drinking problem in my life.
“I see. Well, if you decide to take a little step off the wagon you know where I am.”
“Thanks, Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad. Have a good night.”
Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad wrapped herself in a towel and wandered off to her vodka and juice, leaving me blissfully alone with two beautiful, bikini clad young Musalmān girls.
I thought it was strange that Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad didn’t say anything to her daughter before leaving, but I wasn’t about to call her back to ask about it.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī and Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī were playing and laughing in the water, and they looked so sexy I just couldn’t help but to give my Uncut Hindu Cock a few squeezes through the leg of my trunks.
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī was a real Musalmān knockout.
She was a little more slender than Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, and a little lighter in the chest and her Musalmān ass, but she still looked very feminine.
Her eyes were a light brown, and her cheekbones and jaw line were very well defined.
Her best feature though had to be the most perfect, bee stung Musalmān lips I’d seldom seen.
They seemed to be permanently moistened, and were capable of both cute little pouts and light up the world smiles.
Every time I looked at her face I wondered what those lips would feel like around my own Uncut Hindu Cock.
What was wrong with me?
Eighteen years of happy marriage without indiscretion, and suddenly I was getting blowjobs from my own teenaged stepdaughter , and was having a fantasy about getting the same from a girl I’d just met, who was barely any older.
Yet, none of these thoughts stopped me from rubbing my Uncut Hindu Cock while I watched the teenager young Musalmān girls.
Why did else I turned down Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad’s so obvious offer that she wanted to have sex with me?
Wasn’t Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad herself extremely beautiful, young and bubbling with desire for me?
Yet I preferred to stay with teenager Musalmān Beauties while it wasn’t sure I could fuck anyone of them.
Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad was dying to fuck me.
Even then, I anticipated fucking her daughter Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī, a teenager.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t had sex with anyone other than my Live in Relationship Partners recently.
Yes, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was a bi sexual.
Lesbian too, if I was not available.
“Daddy,” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī called, breaking my pleasant train of thought, “come in the water with us!”
I hesitated a little, as I thought of getting out of the water with my Uncut Hindu Cock raging inside my shorts, but then I decided that a little football speed and the dark of the night would be my allies.
I burst out of the water with a quickness, ran to the pool, and cannonballed right over the girls’ heads while they screamed and took cover.
When I came up, they were laughing with soaked hair and faces.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī jumped on me and tried to dunk me but succeeded only in climbing onto my shoulders.
“You Hindu!” She said, “I didn’t want to get my hair wet!”
I put my hands under her extremely beautiful gorgeous wonderful Musalmān ass and threw her into the air, sending her splashing into the pool a short distance away.
“Wow!” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī said, “You ARE still strong, at your sixty two even? You threw her like ten feet!”
Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī slid through the water and laid her hand on my chest.
“Will you throw me like that, Mister Durgesh? That looked like a lot of fun.”
I couldn’t resist the opportunity any more that her sweet little drawl.
I lifted Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī by her waist, got both my hands under her tight little excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and launched her screaming a few feet away, from Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī.
I spent the next hour or so happily wrestling and splashing with those two beautiful young teenager Musalmān girls, treating myself to plenty of contact with their nearly naked Musalmān bodies, but eventually I decided to conserve some of my Hindu strength for whatever my tireless baby Musalmān girl wanted to do that night, and retreated to the hot tub.
The teenager young Musalmān girls went back to their whispering and laughing.
After twenty minutes or so they came and joined me.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī came over and sat on my Hindu lap, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“Daddy,” she said, “we have something we want you to do for us.”
I was already prepared for such a development mentality.
I smiled benignly.
“What would that be, my Musalmān angel?”
“Get us drunk!” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī blurted out.
Both she and Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī started laughing.
“Um… I don’t know, Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī. Your Ammī might not appreciate that very much. Won’t she worry?”
“Not really. Ammī’s a bit of a lush. She likes to have three or four of those vodka drinks she makes and pass out. She’ll be snoring like a mare until nine tomorrow morning.” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī slid over to my side. “We have all night if you don’t mind spending it with a couple of Musalmān teenagers and some booze.”
“Please Daddy? Haven’t I been good?” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s eyes were glowing, her quivering red crimson beautiful Wahābī Musalmān lips curled in a knowing smile.
I was stuck and she knew it.
Not, that I really objected to the idea.
There was a liquor store across the street from the motel.
This was sounding better and better.
“Okay, you talked me into it.” I said. “One rule though, and that’s you only drink as much as I say you can. The first couple will be free, but after that I’m going to want to make sure you’re not going to get sick on me.”
“Deal!” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said. “We’ll pass whatever tests you give us, won’t we Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī?”
“Damn right. Can I shower off in your room, though? I don’t want to wake Ammī.”
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