“Durgesh never doubted that it was the very thing we ourselves wanted?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn too smiled cunningly at her Musalmān husband.
“You have yourself watched the entire video in trimension, haven’t you? Decide yourself.”
“He still thinks our movement ‘Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah’ is only what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thinks it is?”
“Muħammad Kamāluddīn, You yourself have entered numerous affirmations and transmissions in between our videos and spread them everywhere as our porn videos. Haven’t we gotten positive results always?”
“Sure, if it weren’t so, we would have already abandoned this utopian scheme you Musalmān houseladies proposed.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always right, I told you.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn said triumphantly enthusiastically, “Our code Mecca Fataħ has worked with Al Ghausiyah Al Imtiyāz and it’s still working with us. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said it starts the time cycle of Mecca Fataħ once we announce it with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock inside us.”
“Is it too Bījāxar now?” Muħammad Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly at his extremely beautiful wife.
“There, my dear husband, I’m sure, I can’t help you. I don’t know the Ultimate Science behind it they call Eīshān Vigyān.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was still lying on her back.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn, her husband was between her legs.
He was eating her dazzling Musalmān Cunt.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn couldn’t deny since Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was fucking Durgesh, her already dazzling Musalmān beauty was becoming more and more dazzling.
He didn’t know his aids was being cured or not.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advised him to lick his Musalmān houseladies’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and even their Musalmān ass after Durgesh fucked them.
“The entire Pseudo Musalmān terrorism is immensely against Islam, Muħammad Kamāluddīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had put her right palm on his head, “See yourself. Your entire mujāhidīn are now suffering from aids, cancer etc. ever incurable diseases. Only their own Musalmān houseladies can cure them if they fuck Durgesh and let them lick their orgasmic secretions from right their sexual organs.”*
I asked Al Jihad Al Vaqār again,
“What did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī do then?”
“He went down to Mexico and had a talk with a lawyer. The Mexican lawyer advised Al Nādir Al Ghāzī he could establish a residence by some sort of proxy. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says the Mexican lawyer made it sound pretty good. He got a Mexican divorce and we married afterwards in Mexico. We followed a procedure worked out by the Mexican lawyer. She seemed not only to know her business but also she was the best in this game.”
“What else is it?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked me contemptuously, “They have made marriage difficult and Live in Relationship easy. The damn fools are harming the very society they are there to protect.”
I agreed with her.
Since Friedrich Engels had written ‘The Origin of Family Private Property and the State’, the shallow thinkers were crazy to destroy family to destroy Private Property.
They forget that Communism has failed miserably politically everywhere only within Seventy-Two years of its coming into power.
In the ever-erroneous enthusiasm of destroying Private Property, Friedrich Engels had sown the seeds of destruction of family.
Friedrich Engels never understood the unique and irreplaceable function of family in human life.
Friedrich Engels’ theory that the humankind must destroy family to destroy Private Property to get rid of Corruption was only theory when it was proposed in 1884 AD.
It wasn’t practiced until then anywhere.
The people of the entire globe then, were so fed up of corruption dominant then everywhere that they agreed even to destroy the family to get rid of corruption.
However, it was the blunder actually they committed to get rid of their mistake.
They never realized it then and a lot of people don’t realize it even now, after more than a century even.
I asked gravely.
“And then what happened?”
“Well,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is worried about Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. In his opinion, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has suddenly turned bitter.”
“That’s right. The damn fool still doesn’t understand there isn’t anything suddenly as far as Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is concerned. She never loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She was after his money ab initio.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is one of those self-deceiving men that love to live in dreams ever. They are always afraid of the cold and hard facts if they don’t support their ever utopian dreams.”
“But it’s immensely harmful to them, Durgesh.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shuddered.
“I agree with you. Yet, most of us mankind are crazy to get feminine appreciation.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled cunningly.
“Are you telling me? We womankind understand it very well and immensely use it to get what we want from mankind.”
“The stupids like Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understand it. Moreover, if even they realize it ever, they adamantly refuse to accept it. They deliberately deceive themselves that even if it’s right, they are an exception.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was horrified.
“Allah, you understand it too, Durgesh? Now, I think I know why no woman could dominate you ever. You, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, you are the ever greatest psychologist I’ve ever met in my life.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched me scrutinizing.
Yet, she continued to say,
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wants a property settlement. She wants things that would completely ruin Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“That’s what Al Nādir Al Ghāzī should have thought of before marrying her.” I said curtly, “The women like Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb have always done the same things to their foolish husband in the entire history. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never took any lesson from history.”
“He thinks the money is everything. He never cared what a woman can do if he can have someone to defeat her with the power of his money.”
“That’s why Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb his mine in New Mexico and his media empire in Ved Nagar to you?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
“What do you think?”
“What do you want from me?”
“The media empire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has given to me is still not completely transferred to my name legally. The process is taking more time than I’d anticipated.”
“I want you to expedite the process and protect my interests in the meantime.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled at me seductively, “I’m one of your countless Musalmān lady friends that enjoy even the ultimate intimacy with you. Even if I’m not your Live in Relationship partner in your opinion…”
“That doesn’t make any difference. You said I’ve impregnated you,”
“There,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said gravely, “You promised me he’d be my son.”
“I won’t snatch away him from you ever, never worry. I’ve never snatched away any son of mine from his mother whether she lives with me, single, or with her duly married husband. Countless husbands think they have fathered their son from their duly married wives while actually I’ve fathered them. I never broke their illusion.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār put her arms around my neck.
Then she kissed me full on my lips.
“You don’t know what you’ve given to me. I can lick your feet for that proudly forever.”
“Nonsense, we are friends as you say, and friends are equal.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed me back.
I managed to fall on my back safely.
Immensely indebted, Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed me herself.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has married again. He thinks Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would never destroy him. I would never destroy him. He never imposed himself on either of us. He’d never be deceived. I hoped his Mexican divorce with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would be good. I wanted to find out something about it.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed herself too.
“I’ll look into his Mexican divorce. Where is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s first wife?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār straddled me.
She positioned my Uncut Hindu Cock between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and smiled at me mischievously.
“Want to fuck Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb too?”
“Why not? If she lets me.”
“She is here, in the city somewhere, but where? I don’t know. She telephoned Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from a pay station.”
“Pay station? Not from her mobile even?”
“She isn’t a fool enough to give Al Nādir Al Ghāzī any clue to her address.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has a lawyer?”
“She says she’s going to handle the property settlement by herself.”
“Doesn’t want to pay a lawyer’s fee?” I smiled.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was waiting for me to lift my waist up and enter her.
I myself was enjoying the game of mutual teasing now.
“No,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said having my Uncut Hindu Cock between her labial lips only, not even rubbing it there, “she’s smarter than any two lawyers in the country. Present company excepted, of course. The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bitch is damned clever. She was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s secretary before he married her. Moreover, believe me, my dear Hindu ‘husband’ of mine, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is one of those extraordinary actually smart women that certainly know their way around when it comes to business—an actually smart woman.”
“I see. By the way, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s present wife—was she down at your office last night?”
“I thought I saw a light up there,” I informed her gravely, “I was looking out of the window.”*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed herself on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
It entered her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
“I noticed light striking the upper landing of the fire escape. Your office is directly above mine.”
“That’s right.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “However, that isn’t anything unusual. My office is a media empire office. It’s open twenty four hours.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was engrossed in the document.
I advanced to the secretaire.
“I have perused the entire document once again, Durgesh.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said gravely.
“I’ve too,” I said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hasn’t actually given his media empire to Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He has actually played a very clever game. He knew he couldn’t do what is required there. He got rid of it.”
“And challenged us in a way to do something to save it for Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He thinks even we can’t do anything.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb knows it?”
“I don’t think so. If she had she wouldn’t have playing the game she is playing now.”
“I love challenges, Al Hudā,”
“Are you telling me?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled, “I understand you now more. You never unsucceeded.”
“Until now,” I corrected her.
“Perhaps I have more faith in you than even you do have in yourself. We’ll again succeed, inshā’Allāh. I refuse to accept your correction.”
I hugged her, kissed and circled my arm around her slim waist.
“Thanks for boosting my morale.”
“You never did for yourself. You always did it for us Musalmān womankind. Didn’t you?”
I smiled patiently.
“Don’t get me wrong, Al Hudā. Womankind, yes. Yet, not always for Musalmān womankind only. I had to do it for my Brāhmañ wives too. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never cares to refer it in her speeches and talks. She tactically ignores it, to imply that I love you Musalmān Beauties only exclusively. Yet, it isn’t a fact, to be true exactly.”
“Nevertheless, mostly for us Musalmān Beauties, if not exclusively?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled looking at me anticipating my response in the affirmative.
“My Brāhmañ in laws are not as bad as my Musalmān in laws. The Brāhmañs were never militarized as Yazīd Malåūn and his bandit Mullahs and Maulavīs militarized the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“The Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs are luckier than us. Yet, how is it possible that Brāhmañs were never militarized if Lord Bhagvān Parashu Rām did his famous military campaigns against the Xatriýs, the descendants of the Bachhalyās twenty one times in twenty one Kalps, eras?”
“You are right. Sorry I forgot that.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
“You accept your mistakes immediately, don’t you?”
“The sooner we accept our mistake the sooner we are improved.”
“I’d try to remember it. I never admit I’m mistaken if I can manage it ever.”
“That’s nothing individual. Most of the humankind do it and delay their progress in evolution.”
I walked toward the elaborately carved French armchair resting next to the Noor Jahān fruitwood game table.
I settled in the armchair.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me admiringly yet with a concern somewhat.
She didn’t try to come to me and sit on my lap as she always did.
“Worrying?” I smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is playing some deep game we don’t even have any suspicion of,”
“I never doubt your competence. Nevertheless, I’m not as optimistic of human beings as you are, Durgesh. Not even Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle is. He too criticizes you ruthlessly when he is filled against you to the brim,”
“I respect him.”
“You both have more faith in each other than in yourselves. The more Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle criticizes you openly for your ever impractical utopian humanity, the more his faith in you and your immense humanity increases.”
“He is an angel humanified.”
“Allah, you and your appreciation of him. No doubt Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān Kħālājān can’t bear it ever.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī immediately entered in the subject.
“His Abbū was very much cautious when he instructed me to prepare the testament. He wanted you but you were too busy in defending the life of some framed ones that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Abbū himself couldn’t insist on you any more. He had to compromise on me on your assurance that you promise to guide me always if there come any circumstances that would obstacle the fulfillment of his wishes.”
I didn’t say anything.
She was only forewording what I wanted to discuss with her.
Originally, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was one of my countless Salhajs, the countless Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives of the brothers of my Musalmān Live in Relationship partners.
Like most of them, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī didn’t have any complaints against her husband.
Yet, our companionship of most hours did not let her not to notice the unique attributes I had more than his own husband.
She fought her best not to fall in love with me as the other women did.
Nevertheless, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī couldn’t succeed.
She confided with her husband.
“I have to confess you something, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad.”
“I think I know,”
“I’m not blind, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.”
“Sorry, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad. I failed to be your ever faithful wife.”
“I don’t think so,”
“If you were not faithful to me, you could have surrendered to your heart and emotions already before discussing it with me. I don’t blame you.”
“Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad,”
“That’s what I said when we decided to come here.”
“Sorry, I thought Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī were feeling herself lonely and I hadn’t any confidence on Kħadījah Muħammad.”
“Do you want divorce?”
“That’s the problem I want to discuss with you.”
“What do you propose about our daughters? Sorry, even if I prepare myself to separate from you, I am unable to imagine even how I can live without my children.”
“That’s the problem with me too.”
“Our eldest daughter is only ten years old now. The second one seven, the third is five, the fourth is two years only. She needs you very much.”
“They all need me. I can’t do anything irresponsible ever that affects their development adversely. They need both the mother and father for their proper psychological development.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī controlled herself ultimately.
“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, left him the bulk of his estate. He provided a trust for his daughters, granddaughters and his entire Musalmān houseladies related to him in any way. He gave the title to one of his seven hundred eighty six homes in various Islamic and other countries, to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s stepmother, Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid. Of his public holdings, the real estate wonder owned half the stock that he passed to his son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid, of course, owned the other half always.”
I didn’t say anything.
I let Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī brief me.
I didn’t tell her that I myself had perused the entire document carefully before starting to discuss it with her.
I wanted to listen to her own version of the gist of the testament.
The second opinion always eliminated most of the possibilities of the individual mistakes.
That’s why the Democracy is always preferred on Autocracy.
No dictatorship ever as succeeded in the entire history of humankind as Democracy.
That’s why India has such a long history successfully while the other cultures have kept to rise and collapse in their due course.
India is famous for its Gañs, democratic states, Panchāyats.
The Rudrgañ even in the ancient times.
Islam, the last version of Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, is also famous for its Saħābiyāt, Saħābah and the fact that Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never announced his replacement in the administration.
The Ummat-e-Muslimah decided her leader, Siddīq-e-Åāzam razī Allāhu Tålā ånahu.
“The other seven hundred eighty five homes went to Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s sisters, daughters and his other Musalmān houseladies. There were some token bequests. Mainly, minor shares in the TV channels, magazines and syndicate—to some of the old timers who have been in his employ for years. A dozen bequests to various distant relatives.”
“Yet, the rest to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I smiled, “The ranches—”
“Just about everything is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s. The mines in Ved Nagar, Utah and Nevada. Oil wells in Rajasthan India, in Oklahoma and Texas. The chain of markets in Ved Nagar. The Ved Nagar real estate. The Ved Nagar merchant ships. The art works, except for a few he left to the Ved Nagar Museum.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī chuckled mischievously.
“Why the chuckle?” I myself smiled impishly.
“Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled naughtily, “Even Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, the Real Estate Wonder, could not mention her in his will.”
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Ultimately, Kħālidah Jibrān smiled at me,
“For what?” I feigned surprise.
Hell, it is never good to humiliate a lady whose subconscious is as deepest in love with me as Kħālidah Jibrān was.
Without immense deepest love for me in her heart, even if she was never aware of it, Kħālidah Jibrān could have never fucked me whole night, so wildly, passionately, affectionately and savagely, as she did, after all.
Kħālidah Jibrān looked at me gravely,
“You know for what.”
“No, I don’t.”
“I know you are kind enough not to humiliate me more than I have already humiliated myself whole night. Please, forgive me. I am not a slut, even though I behaved like one, with you.”
“Well, it was what you wanted to do with me, as soon as you saw me first time.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was suddenly horrified,
“Allah, nooooo! Never. I never thought of you in this way.”
“Oh, come on, young lady. You are a D. Lit. Don’t talk nonsense. You understand inherent psychology as much, as I myself do. Why do you hate your husband?”
“Allah, noooooooooooo! I never hated Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.” She was more horrified now.
“You have always hated him,” I said gravely, “You still hate him, moreover.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was looking at me incredulously.
“Oh, come on, Papaji. It was only a female animal, not me. I shouldn’t have taken that wine.”
“Are you sure, it was only a female animal in you, and wine?”
“Oh sure, you don’t think so?”
“This bedroom has five video cameras and transmitters so that Nādir Shāh Åbdālī could watch us from where he was.”
Kħālidah Jibrān laughed ironically.
“So you know that too?”
“What do you think I am? A damn fool? Nādir Shāh Åbdālī deliberately suggested you to let me sleep here. He was watching us whole night, alive.”
“You know it all, and still ask me why I hate the bastard?” Kħālidah Jibrān laughed bitterly.
“I see. So, you were not intoxicated? It wasn’t any accident? It wasn’t an effect of wine? You did it deliberately?” I asked her savagely.
“I need you to fight with my ever criminal husband. He is an agent of India.”
“That’s right. He sends the military and political secrets of Pakistan to India.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“Because you are an Indian, and you think every politician of India is stark white.” She said bitterly.*
I watched her patiently.
“Not exactly,” I said, “We may have less of the dirty politicians in India than you Pakistanis have here in Pakistan, but no country, including India, can ever claim we haven’t any criminal politicians at all.”
“Thank you. Most of you Indians never admit it.”
“Well, I try to be truthful.”
“And, that’s the reason this ever ardent patriot of Pakistan, loves you.” She smiled.
“I can’t believe a Pakistani ardent patriot that is herself an agent of Pakistan, against India.”
“Not against India, against the dirty Indian politicians who act against Pakistan. We are a separate autonomous country now. Why the hell even after more than sixty years of our partition they still don’t acknowledge it?”*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī had had an evening, a night, and part of a morning to get over what he saw whole night.
Allah, Kħālidah Jibrān was immensely crazy to fuck Durgesh.
Well, almost his every Musalmān houselady was.
Durgesh had an infinite lust for extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and other working Musalmān Beauties as well.
He could never believe his ardent patriot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān wife could even ever fuck Durgesh.
But she did.
He met Durgesh in Ved Nagar.
He had to.
Kħālidah Jibrān had suspected his unpatriotic activities to Pakistan.
She was an ardent Pakistani.
She even refused to agree with Durgesh that Partition of India was a blunder in 1947.
At least, the changing quality of light within corridors, squares and parks of the Administrative Residential Sector of Ved Nagar, made it seem that an evening, a night, and a part of the morning had passed.
He left his diamagnetic EV scooter in a scooter cubby outside the City limits.
It had more than enough EV charge now.
After all Kħālidah Jibrān had fucked Durgesh whole night.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī still didn’t believe that diamagnetic EV scooters were charged when they were in the EV force field of some Musalmān Beauty and Durgesh fucking nonstop for a considerable time.
They said the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt served as a Rheostat when Durgesh Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Penis enters and moves into it, acting as an electrified magnetic bar.
With every movement of Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis into an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, the lines of force of Durgesh and his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sex partner changed.
It produced the EV charge that recharged the diamagnetic EV scooters.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī never believed this nonsense.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was crazy if she really thought the Musalmīn would believe this garbage.
It was only they wanted to show, ostensible, not truth.
The actual science behind it was only known to Durgesh and HVSI Group of Companies.
They were not damn fools enough to tell it to everyone.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī wasn’t afraid of anyone.
His political opponents had succeeded in removing him from Pakistan.
He thought of Ved Nagar with its diamagnetic EV ground cars, hover cars and anti-grav gyros.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī locked the cubby and fingerprint-sealed it.
He moved under the first of the tall bridge like structures that supported the upper City.
The utmost richest City of the entire Multiverse, they called Ved Nagar.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī never believed what the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus ever said.
The ever dirty, ever sexiest liars.
The Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus were actually the persons behind the screen that always defeated every military campaign and/or intellectual movements that win almost every country wherever they went, except India.
The Hindus were too shrewdest and smart ever to talk about their real power behind the screen, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
They always talked about Brāhmañ, Xatriý, Vaishý and Shūdr, never about their real power behind the screen, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
Even most of the traditional Hindus were not aware of this ever closely guarded political secret of Hindus.
The Upper City, in Ved Nagar, was exactly the name implied.
It was built, the entire City, Ved Nagar, Trantor, was built in countless stories, as if it was not a City at all, it was a building, a Mansion, only.
They claimed the stories in which Ved Nagar was built were actually infinite, in infinite realities.
The bloody liars.
Perhaps they never told truth.
Everything they had was infinite.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled sarcastically.
Durgesh had infinite bodies, hahaha.
Durgesh had infinite Musalmān wives, everyone of them being beautiful beyond imagination, what a sick fantasy!
Durgesh had infinite Brāhmañ wives too.
Thanks Allah, thanks God, Durgesh didn’t have infinite Christian wives, infinite Jew wives, infinite atheist wives.
Everyone of them was only countless.
But Durgesh’s ever nonstop sexual intercourse with everyone of them, was infinite, no exception.
After all, they were not enjoying nonstop sex actually.
They were running the Multiverse, keeping it alive.
Of all the fantasies!
Every story, every layer, every tier, of Ved Nagar was divided rigidly by a horizontal layer of fifty square miles of Hirañý metal, utmost hardest metal ever found by humankind, resting upon some countless, not infinite again, thank God, countless steel girdered pillars.
Most of the Ved Nagar was not only inaccessible to everyone, it was even invisible to them.
Allah knows better even if it existed there or not.
Hindus were utmost expert in spreading rumors benevolent to them.
Not all of them, but the Bachhalyās of them, headed them, in all of these ever dirtiest political games.
That was why Hindus, or India, could never be defeated to the extent to destroy Hindu culture altogether, as the other cultures were destroyed completely by Muslim invaders and imperialists.
The Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus called it ‘Jan Pravād Dharmyuddh’, whatsoever the hell it meant.
Above, in the sun, were the Brahmarshis.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew his way.
He walked confidently.
It was a good move to see Durgesh himself.
Kħālidah Jibrān might have more power than him in Pakistan, but Durgesh had his power everywhere.
It maybe, of course, that Pakistani patrollers can get him, but as long as Durgesh himself is with Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, they couldn’t harm him even a bit.
Yet, he avoided the passersby, as a precaution.
They surveyed his Pakistani national dress with interest.
The sun was out now.
The Multiverse had infinite creations with infinite realities.
The sun was pouring through the spaced openings in the Hirañý metal above to form strips of light that made the intervening space all the darker.
He plunged through the bright strips, in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic fashion.
The Musalmān Beauties and the beautiful Musalmān houseladies were on their knees and elbows on the strips.
Durgesh was fucking almost all of them, from their extremely glorious behind.
They absorbed the warmth and moved as the strip moved.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew now he was going up.
He was standing before a structure that filled the space between four square placed pillars.
It was an elevator that lifted to the upper level.
There were the same elevators everywhere between two levels.
Ved Nagar really was a dream City.
At first, Pakistan tried her best to oppose the development of Ved Nagar.
But it was the internal matter of India.
As soon as the UPA-2 government resigned and NDA government came in administration after Midterm 2012, Pakistan immediately realized the supremacy of Ved Nagar.
Extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān houseladies invariably started to purchase real estates in Ved Nagar under this or that pretext.
Kħālidah Jibrān herself had such properties here.
Basic chemicals and raw food staples were shipped into Lower levels of the City, but finished plastic ware and fine meals were matter for Upper City, exclusively occupied by Multiversal administrative staff of Ved Nagar.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī signaled the elevator.*
He was cautious enough of Pakistani Patrollers.
They still are here in Ved Nagar too.
Ved Nagar had its an integral part in Pakistan too, of course, with the express permission of Pakistan.
Not exactly, it was actually a request from Pakistan herself.
Well, it was true however.
Truth is stranger than fiction, after all.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī had been in Ved Nagar for many years.
Ved Nagar was a miraculous City.
Countless non Hindus still hated Ved Nagar.
They thought, and it was deliberately taught to and told them that the Hindus were still Kāfirs.
No Musalmān should believe any Hindu ever.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew there were some anti Hindus still now, as there were some anti Musalmīn too.
So many attempts were there to blast Ved Nagar by terrorist Pseudo Musalmīn suicide bombers, but the Ved Nagar administration was always proved to be more efficient.
It always arrested every suicide bomber before they could do anything.
No, they were not punished by death sentence.
They were sent to time travel instead to watch the golden period of Islam when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn themselves were there in person.
Ved Nagar administration argued let them watch themselves what the true Islam is.
The Pseudo Islam of post Yazīd Malåūn era could be more effectively destroyed from their brain in this way.
It may cure their terroristic tendencies so inherent in them.
Trantor/Ved Nagar was the center and breeding place of the ever shrewdest ever smartest Hindus, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī learned to bear in silence.
He ought not forget what he had learnt now.
Of all the times, not now while Pakistani patrollers were after him.
The foolish operators of those patrollers were too prejudiced to understand what was in the favor of Pakistan actually, and what not.
Yes, the patrollers couldn’t harm any humankind.
They were mere humanoid robots.
But there were some stupid Pakistanis too that always harmed Pakistan, thinking they were benefiting her.
That was the real problem.
The humanoid lady robot operator of the elevator looked disgusted, but it was for a moment only.
It smiled at once.
“Only you, sir?”
“Only me,” Nādir Shāh Åbdālī too smiled in return.
He stepped in.
“Your ID card, sir.” The beautiful humanoid lady robot operator again cooed.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled and produced the standard document folder every person authorized to go to the Upper level had to present.
No possibility of presentation of any forged document.
A human operator could be cheated, but not a humanoid robot.
It couldn’t be bribed too.
Ved Nagar administration was ever efficient.
The utmost efficient administration the entire human history had ever produced.
It was almost faultless.*
Kħālidah Jibrān greeted Al Safiyah Al Ghaus with her usual surface cordiality.
Their first meeting had been a long time ago.
Nearly a Standard Year had passed.
Kħālidah Jibrān had tried to pay every possible attention to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s story, but her adamant opposition to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his family persons was something even Kħālidah Jibrān could not digest.
She could not understand why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was as friendly to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as she was friendly to Kħālidah Jibrān herself.
Couldn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan understand Durgesh is an ever incurable humanist?
Couldn’t she understand Durgesh is an ever incurable Multiversalist as well?
Even entire womankind can’t make Durgesh to oppose any victim/victims ever.
Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t know what Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh and Udaý would do in the similar circumstances, but she definitely knew what Durgesh would.
Kħālidah Jibrān could not believe Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t.
Yes, Kħālidah Jibrān was an ardent Pakistani.
What’s wrong in loving one’s own country?
Can’t a person be a Multiversalist humanist as well as an ardent patriot to her own country?
Doesn’t Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, love India and Saåūdī Årab both equally?
Don’t Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both love India and Saåūdī Årab equally too?
Doesn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan love India and Saåūdī Årab equally as well?
And isn’t it a fact that Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, Kħadījah Muħammad and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, all the four love Saåūdī Årab more still now?
Isn’t it a fact Durgesh loves India more, even though he is an ever incurable Multiversalist humanist?
Then why the hell Kħālidah Jibrān could not love Pakistan more, even though she is a Multiversalist humanist too?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Kħālidah Jibrān patiently,
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl informed me that you were also a daughter in law to Durgesh before you gathered your courage, planned and made love to him, without caring for his pre consent even. I congratulate you.”
“Thank you.” Kħālidah Jibrān smiled, “ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was interested in me, to the extent, I never knew.”
“She was too a daughter in law to Durgesh once,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly, “Durgesh raped her on her own husband’s request.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was grave now.
“She blackmailed her husband to do so?”
“I don’t know the details, sorry.”
“How do you know Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim are still in Ved Nagar?” Kħālidah Jibrān suddenly asked.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled.
They both were nude.
As usual, I was fucking both of them in my two separate bodies.
Despite her nonstop sexual intercourse practice with me now, Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t believe I actually had my infinite bodies.
She tried her best to crash the mystery, but she was still unable to do so.
The most probable explanation to her was I was using my identical humanoid robots.
Kħālidah Jibrān was not satisfied entirely with this explanation even, but it was the best she could do at present.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī paused on the curved ramp that led to the main entrance.
He could not help except to praise the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās that they had ultimately succeeded in hyperspace netting the entire Multiverse.
Of course, they loved to educate everyone despite the countless fatwas of countless anti education Mullahs and Maulavīs that the library the ‘Kāfirs’ had made available thus, was mostly anti Islam.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was honest enough to admit that the anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs, even if they were countless, were ever dirty liars.
The most books in the library were not even had any concern whatsoever with Islam.
Moreover, to view and read something critical to any religion or ideology, it was necessary to get prior permission of the Human librarian.
Mostly there were humanoid robot librarians, lady robots mostly.
The color scheme of the ramp gave the illusion of steps, giving the library the proper air of archaism that traditionally accompanied structures.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was all praise for the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās, despite the entire fatwas of anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs, that Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās were at least quite sophisticated men.
He was not alone.
Countless others unbiased Musalmīn that were pro education also praised the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās for it.
Education, even the utmost highest, was never made so easily available in any era.
The main hall was large, warm softly, and full of the readers that could not manage to get this luxury in their own homes.
The lady robot librarian behind her desk, looked up and rose.
“Sir,” she cooed, “if you don’t appreciate a lady robot attending you, a male humanoid robot can be arranged to attend you.”
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled,
“Sorry for my fellow Musalmīn, they are finicky even in the libraries. I am normal. It’s normal for me to have a lady robot attendant.”
“Thank you, sir. Actually your name…”
“I know, I know. Most of my fellow Musalmīn insist on a male robot attendant. But actually they are not the one to be blamed even then. We Musalmīn have a large number of anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs. They have made the life of average Musalmīn hell by announcing very irresponsible fatwas every now and then. They have made Islam a house of glass that can be broken by anything whatsoever.”
Lady robot smiled cordially.
She seated herself and plucked a metal silver from a slot.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī took it.
He placed his right thumb firmly upon it.
The lady robot librarian took it back and put it in another slot.
A green light appeared and shone constantly.
“Room 786, sir.” She cooed.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled,
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, and Muħammad always used to tell each other everything.
Thursday, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, and Muħammad were on their way to Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club for a few drinks and perhaps some dancing, when the subject of Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies having sex with me, came up.
Muħammad was telling Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah that I, like Muħammad, enjoyed fucking my Musalmān friends’ extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives very much.
Muħammad told her he’d read several of my such stories.
It seemed my Musalmān friends and I too enjoyed the humiliation aspect of their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ antics.
“It’s a rather subtle thing,” Muħammad said, “Durgesh’s ever closest Musalmān friends seem to enjoy their ardent Musalmān wives telling them how much bigger Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is, and how much the ardent Musalmān wives of Durgesh’s Musalmān friends enjoy being fucked by Durgesh.”
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, smiled incredulously,
“Nonsense! I don’t believe you. Would that excite you if I fuck your friend Durgesh and praise his unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund?” Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, asked.
“Well, I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.” Muħammad calmed down, losing his enthusiasm altogether.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, smiled ironically, cunningly.
But to her immense surprise, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, found herself getting wet between her legs.
She was horrified.
Her sub conscious was enjoying the idea that Durgesh fucks her and Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, tells Muħammad her sexual adventures with me.
But Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, found her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot getting more and more wet imagining Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund into her, and Durgesh fucking Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, ravenously, wildly, savagely.
She looked at Muħammad clandestinely.
He wasn’t paying any attention to her.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was quiet for the next few miles.
Muħammad was enjoying stealing glances at her as he drove.
Her short black skirt settled about half way down her excellent thighs, and each time Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, crossed or uncrossed her legs, Muħammad would get a quick glimpse of her stocking tops.
She’d long abandoned garter belts, preferring instead the look and feel of thigh high stockings.
Muħammad knew that under that skirt Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was wearing her black satin T-back panties.
On top she had on a very sheer white blouse, and under her blouse were her bare breasts.
Muħammad hadn’t seen them because Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was wearing a black jacket over the blouse, but Muħammad knew they’d be bare…Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah seldom wore a bra!
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s exquisite Musalmān breasts were a work of art!
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah supported a double D cup, size 36.
They were creamy white…had no freckles on them…and ended with the most exquisite nipples!
Her nipples were pinkish to brown…and when aroused resembled a .38 caliber bullet.
Their pet name for this part of her anatomy was bullet nips…and with excellent reasons.
They could become hard as bullets, and Muħammad often joked…twice as deadly!
Even Durgesh had risked all to squeeze her nips…to feel the firmness of Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s exquisite Musalmān breasts…to know the exquisite taste and depth of her extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
In Muħammad’s opinion, It was only fitting that he used to describe Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s exquisite Musalmān breasts in such vernacular as to make Smith and Wesson proud!
When she did speak again, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah simply uttered one sentence.
“You know, Muħammad, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān women friends who fuck Durgesh, claim that Durgesh has larger Uncut Hindu Lund than their Musalmān husbands and yours too.”
Muħammad had never made much of an issue about the size of Durgesh fucking Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
The fact that Durgesh was fucking Muħammad’s entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies was more than enough for Muħammad!
But her statement was made to excite Muħammad…and to tell the truth…something about it did just that.
Muħammad was a bit excited at the prospect of her fucking Durgesh better endowed than Muħammad… Durgesh whose Uncut Hindu Lund would stretch her extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to conform to his Uncut Hindu Lund, not Muħammad’s.
Muħammad continued what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had obviously started.
“No, I wasn’t aware of that.”
“It isquite true…Muħammad, I can’t think of very many men whose equipment would be as small as yours. Don’t misunderstand me, Muħammad, I love you a lot…and I love your cut Musalmān nūnī …but sweetie…it was not the biggest one around…not by a long shot!”
“Why haven’t you mentioned this before?”
“Why would I? It was not like you could make yours grow bigger now, is it? It was not like there’s anything you could do to make me want it more…plus, sweetie, you were pretty nice to let me fuck Durgesh whenever I wanted. So when I needed a bigger Uncut Hindu Lund…a man-sized one…Muħammad, I simply go to Durgesh. That’s okay, isn’t it, sweetie?”
“Only to Durgesh?”
“Only to Durgesh.” Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, smiled at Muħammad lovingly.
“You too love Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into your extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, don’t you, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah?” Muħammad was suddenly jealous of me.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, laughed,
“Oh, sure. Exclusively. You are my husband, Muħammad. But Durgesh is my lover.Do you understand?”
This was kind of exciting. Muħammad continued the probe.
“Were you looking for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund, tonight? Is that why you’re dressed like you are?”
“You know…in stockings…and your T-back.”
“Oh, you know what, sweetie? I forgot all about that old T-back.” With that statement she lifted herself off the seat a few inches, slid her hands under her skirt and withdrew them, along with her panties. “Muħammad, I won’t be needing these tonight, after all, I’m only dancing.”
Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī was rock hard instantly.
All the talk about Durgesh fucking her with better Uncut Hindu Lund than Muħammad’s had already gotten Muħammad in a turned-on state, but when he realized Muħammad’s wife was about to get on a dance floor with Durgesh , and allow Durgesh to hold her body close to his, and Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah would have her totally naked extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund…well, Muħammad could have cut glass with his diamond hard cut Musalmān nūnī!
But Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah wasn’t through with her new toy of husband humiliation yet.
There was still more to come.
“Tell me, Muħammad. When Durgesh fucks me and you’re in the same room, and you see he’s fucking me with a bigger Uncut Hindu Lund than yours, would you mind if I mentioned it to him? Would you mind if I mention to my Hindu lover that your cut Musalmān nūnī is sooooo small? It wouldn’t embarrass you, would it? I mean…the truth is the truth! Isn’t it, my dear husband?”*
Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī was dumbfounded.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was definitely, certainly and deliberately humiliating him.
Allah, didn’t she knew before marrying Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī how small bis cut Musalmān nūnī was.
Was he alone, however?
Aren’t most of the Musalmīn suffering from the same problem?
Why the hell their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives are fucking Durgesh/other Hindu(s) otherwise?
But he didn’t say what he really felt.
Instead, he said,
“He’d rather you not do that, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”
“Why? Are you overly sensitive about your smallest cut Musalmān nūnī?”
“Well, up to right now, I never considered it to be below average. I thought it was fine, up to now.”
“Such an interesting choice of words, sweetie. Average. That’s like, ‘ordinary’ or ‘common’ isn’t it? I mean, an average anything is unremarkable, isn’t it? Unremarkable…and…and I guess one might say ‘boring.'” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned her legs toward Muħammad.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, and Muħammad were pulling into the parking lot of the club as she ran her hands along the inside of Muħammad’s legs, allowing him to feel her fingernails rake across the tender inner thighs under his trousers.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was less than an 1/8 of an inch away from the head of Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī.
Her hands stopped as Muħammad put the car in park and turned off the keys.
Her legs were not close together…in fact…Muħammad was certain Muħammad could see her extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hair from the position Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was in.
Muħammad reached over for her, to pull her closer to him…to put his hands where his eyes were, to feel her heat.
But Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, moved back too quickly.
In one motion, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was out of Muħammad’s reach, than out of his car.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah stood on the parking lot and waited for Muħammad to lock the car.
As Muħammad came around to her side she didn’t wait for him.
Instead, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah started into the club.
“Try not to get in my way, tonight, sweetie. Muħammad, I think I may be in the mood for a quickie before we get home.”
And just to make sure Muħammad understood what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, meant, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah,dded,
“And who knows…I may even give you a little, too!” With that Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah walked into the club.
Muħammad could hear the music blaring through the loud speakers.
His entire body was on fire…waiting with sure anticipation for what Muħammad knew would be a memorable night!*
Once inside the club, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah found a booth on the very edge of the dance floor.
It would easily seat four, and usually, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, and Muħammad would have taken a smaller table.
But Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah sat down and Muħammad sat with her.
She opened her purse and took out her cigarettes and lighter and sat back, crossing her legs, allowing her skirt to ride high over the right leg.
Muħammad enjoyed the show.
But he knew it was only the show he could enjoy now.
Before she even had her first drag of her cigarette, I approached their table.
I smiled easily as I asked her for a dance.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled back…that smile that tells a stranger Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, could be had.
Muħammad knew that smile.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had practiced it on Muħammad for years.
Cigarette in the ashtray, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah slid out of the booth and was on her way to the dance floor with her conquest, me, Durgesh.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah stopped, turned back to me and said, “Whiskey.”
Muħammad knew what that meant.
The last time Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had ordered whiskey in a club, she ended up fucking Durgesh five times in different sex positions.
She later told Muħammad that whiskey made her “crazy.”
And now, here Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was…ordering the one drink that would make her even more uncontrollable than usual.
Muħammad couldn’t wait to place the order.
Muħammad watched her dance.
The floor wasn’t crowded, it still being early.
And Muħammad must say, the man Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had accepted as her first dance partner didn’t seem to be overly aggressive.
Why should be I?
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was herself dying to fuck me then and there.
The band was playing a rather fast number, not allowing for a great deal of physical contact.
It didn’t matter.
When Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah danced, everyone noticed.
Her skirt seemed to have a will of its own.
As she danced, it rose up on her legs, and when Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had reached up over her head with her arms, it would pull even higher, exposing the tops of her stockings…exciting not only me…but anyone else who realized how hot Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was, how hot Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was becoming.
The number was over, and her “escort” brought her back to the table.
As I turned to go back to my own table, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah leaned over and whispered something in my ear.
Muħammad couldn’t make out exactly what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said, but I smiled and replied,
“Sure. Glad to.”
With that I left them alone at their table..
“Did you enjoy that?” Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah,sked.
“What? Watching you dance?”
“Yes. Muħammad, I know how much you like to watch.”
“Yes, I suppose I did. Did you?”
“What, did I enjoy dancing…or enjoy you watching?”
“Either. Both. Durgesh is a good dancer, isn’t he?”
She leaned across the table.
Ignoring his question, she had another one of her own.
“Did it make your little dick hard? Did your penie-winnie get hard watching my skirt rise up my legs?”
Muħammad felt embarrassed.
Muħammad didn’t know why.
No one could hear what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had said except Muħammad…still, her now sudden interest in demeaning Muħammad’s manhood seemed to arouse Muħammad even more, and as Muħammad became aroused… Muħammad became more self-conscious about the size of what he’d considered to be a respectable cut Musalmān nūnī until less than an hour ago.
Little did Muħammad know that what Muħammad was feeling was nothing compared to what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had in store for Muħammad.*
Just than, I, her dance partner, showed back up at their booth, this time with her drink in hand.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, moved toward Muħammad…making room for me to sit with them…with her really…and as I slid in next to her, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, let out an almost inaudible sigh…a sigh that Muħammad understood all to well.
“Muħammad…this is your Hindu Bahnoī, Durgesh. Durgesh…my husband, Muħammad.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah introduced us as if Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had known both of us forever.
Muħammad extended her hand to me impishly, but oddly enough, I ignored it.
Muħammad assumed U hadn’t seen it.
The lighting wasn’t real good in there, or maybe…or maybe I was just rude on Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s express request.
Muħammad didn’t much care which.
But Muħammad did feel stupid with his hand extended and me ignoring him.
Muħammad put his hand down.
I wasn’t paying any attention to Muħammad, anyhow.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was the star of my show.
Muħammad’s wife turned to him and said, “Oh, listen. A slow song. Feel like another dance, Durgesh?”
A stupid question.
I slid out of the booth, and she followed me.
This time, before going to the floor, she reached back to the table and picked up her drink.
She kicked it back in one motion.
A shot of whiskey…straight…and now down her throat.
She followed e to the dance floor.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was right, it was a much slower song, and this time we did touch.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s 5’7″ frame just folded into my ever strong Hindu body.
Even with her heels on, she only came to my shoulders.
Damn, Muħammad had to admit…Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had picked a fine specimen as usual.
Even with my coat on, Muħammad could tell I was as usual, well built.
I still looked like an athlete, and moved like one as well.
Several times during the dance, I’d say something to her, whisper it actually into her ear, and Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had look up at me with those big green eyes that separates a real red-head from the bottle variety.
Muħammad thought Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was going to kiss me once or twice, but nothing like that happened.
It was a really uneventful dance and when it was over, we returned to the booth.
This time, as Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah slid in, Muħammad was sure he’d seen a flash of her pubic hair…but Muħammad couldn’t be certain.
But Muħammad knew if Muħammad had…so too had Durgesh, I.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned her body to face her partner, placing her back to Muħammad.
She began a conversation with me, and Muħammad really couldn’t hear a word Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said.
With a combination of her back being toward Muħammad, and the music from the band, plus the buzz from the other patrons, Muħammad really felt left out.
Muħammad wondered if Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah knew how rude Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was being.
Muħammad wasn’t even sure she remembered Muħammad was there.
Muħammad was wrong.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned back to Muħammad and said in a rather sharp voice,
“Didn’t you order me another drink? If you’re worried about the expense…I’ve got my own money. Haven’t I”*
Damn! Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had never said anything like that to Muħammad before.
She knew damn well Muħammad didn’t care about the cost of anything.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had simply said that to belittle Muħammad…to make Muħammad look small.
Like his cut Musalmān nūnī.
Muħammad put his hand up to summon a waitress…Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah didn’t like that.
“Shit, Muħammad. Don’t you wait for a waitress. Go get me a drink, now. And bring Durgesh a…” turning to me Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, asked me what I was drinking.
I answered her and Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned back to Muħammad.
“Bring him a juice. And get one of those drinks with an umbrella for yourself. You do so much like those weak little drinks.”
With that Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned back to her friend, me, and said something that amused me.
I laughed and so did she.
And as Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, laughed, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, allowed her hand to rest on my thigh.
And as Muħammad watched, her hand went from resting to stroking…to stroking my thigh, then to fondling…to placing her hand too high up for it to be touching anything other than my Uncut Hindu Lund!
Muħammad hurried off for the drinks.
He felt himself immensely ignored and humiliated.*
When Muħammad returned, we had changed positions.
I was sitting in the middle of the booth.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was at the end where I had been.
Perhaps the most obvious thing was that Muħammad couldn’t see her left hand at all.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was turned facing him, her right arm resting on the table, but her left hand was down under the cloth, down under the surface of the table.
In his gut, Muħammad knew what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had done.
Muħammad started to get in next to her, but Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, looked at Muħammad and simply said,
“You need to get in on the other side, Muħammad.”
No explanation, no anything.
Just “get in on the other side.”
This of course placed me in the middle flanked by Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah on my right, and Muħammad on my left.
Muħammad placed Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s drink in front of her, and my juice in front of me.
Muħammad hadn’t ordered one for himself.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah noticed that immediately.
“Where’s your drink?”
“I don’t want one.”
“Well, of course you do!” Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, looked out across the area until Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah spotted a waitress.
“Miss…Oh, Miss.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah wasn’t usually that obvious when summoning a wait person.
Muħammad couldn’t understand why Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was now.
The waitress made her way to the table.
Before she was actually there, Muħammad’s wife called out a drink order for Muħammad.
“Can you bring my husband a drink, please. Maybe a Pink Lady or something like that. Not a real strong drink. He’s not used to manly things.”
Muħammad could have died!
Muħammad knew it was not likely, but Muħammad swear that everyone in the place heard what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said.
Now Muħammad admits he was not much of a drinker, but when Muħammad do, Muħammad usually order something along the line of gin and tonic or maybe a vodka martini, but he’d never order a drink like a Pink Lady.
Allah! Allah! My, God!
Muħammad was mortified.
And of course, I was having a field day at Muħammad’s expense.
Muħammad realized I’d still not spoken a word to Muħammad.
I was ignoring Muħammad as if Muħammad wasn’t even there.
Here Muħammad was, providing me entertainment and juice and I still hadn’t spoken to Muħammad.
Muħammad was really getting pissed off, and was just about to say something when Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah leaned over toward Muħammad and spoke.
“Muħammad. Do you know what I’m doing?”
“Other than pissing me off?”
“No, Muħammad, I mean, what I’m doing with my left hand. Do you know what I’m doing?”
Muħammad didn’t have to ask.
Be looked down at the space between the table and us and Muħammad could honestly say Muħammad was shocked!
Muħammad’s wife had taken My Uncut Hindu Lund out of my pants and was playing with it, jerking me off right there between them.
And Muħammad must say, other than the shock of seeing what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was doing, Muħammad was even more surprised at the size of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was the largest Uncut Hindu Lund Muħammad’d ever seen her hold.
Now, by now you know Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and Muħammad weren’t what one would call a conventional couple…but this really was outlandish, even by her standards.
But even this was nothing compared with what was to follow.*
His wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled to Muħammad,
“Muħammad, Muħammad, I want you to feel this Uncut Hindu Lund. It’s what your entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies enjoy in their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choots. ” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said that as normally as she could have said, “Feel this material,” or “Feel this grape.”
Muħammad knew Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said it in a whisper, but in his ears, the words thundered!
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, might as well as had a neon sign with a flashing arrow pointing to my lap and a loud speaker blaring,
“Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s holding Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and wants Muħammad to feel it, too!”
Muħammad looked away, toward the dance floor.
Oh, how Muħammad wished they would stop this and go dance instead.
“Muħammad. Did you hear me? Muħammad, I want you to feel Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund that serve your entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts . Durgesh said you can. I told him I wished my husband’s cut Musalmān nūnī was like this…so big…so hard. Go ahead, now. Put your hand down here and feel Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund for me. Be a good boy, Muħammad, or Muħammad, I swear, I’ll go down on him right here in front of everyone.”*
Muħammad knew Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, would do it, too.
Trying not to be obvious…Muħammad placed his right hand under the table and tentatively reached over, running the back of his hand over my hot, hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
The instant Muħammad’s hand bumped against it, Muħammad jerked back…as if he’d been burned by a hot piece of steel.
This didn’t make Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah happy.
“Muħammad, I told you to touch it. Put it in your hand. Close your palm around it…or as much of it as you could…and tell me what it feels like. Do it, Muħammad. Do it now.”
Muħammad did as Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had instructed.
Muħammad’s right palm closed around my Uncut Hindu Lund…this huge hunk of Uncut Hindu Lund meat…and Muħammad must say…Muħammad was impressed.
It was huge!
Muħammad had a random thought… Allah, thank God Muħammad didn’t have to buy this for her by the pound.
Muħammad just held it in is hand, and Muħammad felt a movement below his hand.
It was Muħammad’s wife’s.
Muħammad realized that this Uncut Hindu Lund was so big, that they both had their hands on it…and neither of them touched the other’s hand.
“What do you think, Muħammad. Isn’t it gigantic? Think what your entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies enjoy in their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts. Don’t you appreciate? ”
Muħammad didn’t respond.
What the hell did she expect Muħammad to say.
But Muħammad didn’t take his hand away, either.
Muħammad could feel it pulsing in his hand.
Muħammad could feel it growing!
“Muħammad, I said, ‘What do you think.'” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah repeated, a little louder this time. “What do you think about Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund, Muħammad?”
“It is very nice, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”
“Very nice? Nice is a spring shower. Muħammad…how does it compare to yours? How does Durgesh’s man-sized Uncut Hindu Lund compare to yours? Which one do you think will give me the most pleasure? Which one do you think I should fuck, Muħammad, tonight?”
“I said it is very nice.”
“Why don’t we compare, Muħammad. Take yours out now. Let’s see yours. Show Durgesh what I usually get when you fuck me, Muħammad. Come on…take it out.”
“Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, please!”
“I’m not pleased, Muħammad. Muħammad, I want Durgesh to see your cut Musalmān nūnī . He’s shown you his. Now take yours out for him to see. He won’t laugh. Muħammad, I promise.”
“Please. Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah. Don’t do this.”
“Why not, sweetie. You were the one who brought the whole thing up. Now, we’re talking. Now, we’ll see if your cut Musalmān nūnī is as little as I seem to remember it. Show it to us now, or Muħammad, I promise you, I’ll never look at it again, much less fuck it.”
Muħammad did as Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, commanded.
Without taking his right hand off of My growing Uncut Hindu Lund, Muħammad unzipped his pants and reached in to withdraw his cut Musalmān nūnī.
It was not easy to do.
It was hard as the table top, and Muħammad only had one free hand to work with.
Besides, with both hands under the table, Muħammad was aware of how Muħammad must appear to observers.
It looked like Muħammad was diddling himself, like Muħammad was playing with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
But then, Muħammad guessed he was.
Muħammad freed his hard cut Musalmān nūnī and covered it with his hand.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah wasn’t through with Muħammad yet.
“Muħammad, jerk on it to make it hard. Muħammad, I want to see it hard!”
Muħammad mumbled his answer.
The waitress was back with his drink.
The band had stopped playing.
The room was much quieter.
The waitress was standing there.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was waiting for Muħammad to pay for the drink.
Muħammad’s left hand had his cut Musalmān nūnī in it. His right had my Uncut Hindu Lund.
And Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah kept repeating herself.
“Make it hard. Muħammad, I want to see it hard. Make it hard like Durgesh is hard! Now. Muħammad, I want to see it hard, NOW!”
“IT IS HARD, DAMN, YOU. THIS IS AS BIG AS IT GETS! YOU KNOW THAT! IT IS NOT AS BIG AS Durgesh’s. It is not as big as Durgesh’s. It is not…”
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah reached into her purse.
She gave the waitress ten bucks and told her to keep the change.
Muħammad just looked down at the table top.
The worse thing, however, hadn’t happened yet.
Muħammad was still a few seconds away from the worse part of this story.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah asked Muħammad again,
“Who should I fuck, tonight, Muħammad? Who deserves this extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot? Should I give it to a man like Durgesh, or to someone like you?”
Muħammad didn’t answer.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, asked Muħammad again, but this time in a lower voice.
“Muħammad. Listen to me. Muħammad, I want you to tell me what to do. Should I give it to Durgesh? Should I let him fuck me…or do you want me to diddle that little thing of yours? Just tell me, baby. I’ll do whatever you say.”
Then the worst thing happened.
Muħammad came all over Muħammad’s hand, all over Muħammad’s zipper, all over his pants.
Muħammad shot a load of cum that didn’t seem to end.
And the more Muħammad shot, the more Muħammad felt like Muħammad couldn’t stop.
Muħammad didn’t want it to stop. Muħammad wanted to cum all night, until Muħammad flooded the bar with his jism…until Muħammad floated out of the damn place on a sea of white, sticky cum.
And as Muħammad shot his final spurt, Muħammad heard Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah say to Durgesh…
“I think Muħammad wants me to fuck you, Durgesh. Are you ready?”
In the Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club?
Muħammad fell from the seventh sky.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah undressed me.
I undressed her.
She played with my Uncut Hindu Lund openly.
I kissed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Everyone was clapping.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah kissed, licked my Uncut Hindu Lund and then swallowed into her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.
She sucked me to her heart’s content.
I entered her ultimately.
She was lying on her back.
I went between her well spread legs.
She put her legs on my shoulders.
I entered Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and fucked her till infinity.
Muħammad thought that.
My Uncut Hindu Lund never left Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s ardent Musalmān Cunt after that.
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Muhammad Zahīr hadn’t another alternative.
Until now, it was okay.
Now what the hell could he do?
How the hell could he convince Durgesh to fuck his daughter in law, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad?
He remembered his past.
Being three years older than me, Muhammad Zahīr was born in 1946.
Durgesh always teased him that he was born a slave.
“I will fight the election only if I get ticket from BJP.”Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said gravely.
Muħammad Aqīl laughed.
“She is crazy, Abbū. She knows she can’t win.”
“BJP isn’t coming into power, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.” Muhammad Zahīr said patiently.
“I am not claiming that BJP would alone come into power.” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad smiled, “I am talking of NDA.”
“And what about IAC, India Against Corruption?”*
Muħammad Aqīl smiled.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was twenty-eight only, yet she had joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad recently.
His Ammī, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī, was furious.
She never wanted her daughter in law to compete with her in politics.
Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī had successfully defeated her husband, Muhammad Zahīr, usually.
“You are a damn fool, Muhammad Zahīr.” Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī used to smile at him, “You could never understand the so called Indian National Congress has always cheated not only us Musalmīn, it has cheated all of us Indians too.”
“I do agree with Ammījān.” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad interfered entering there.
Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was an ultramodern Musalmān Beauty, a PhD in ‘Modern Musalmān Women’.
Yet, she never supported Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad’s social and political emancipation.
She wanted her to live in the house at least in the thoroughly orthodox traditional way.
Moreover, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was very strict in the matter.
She never allowed Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, her Bahū Begum, her daughter in law, to wear ultramodern dresses in the house.
After all, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was the Lady of the House.
She was a multi millionaire.
Muhammad Zahīr was only a millionaire.
He was actually a retired government official.
Even his million was inherited by him, from his Abbū.*
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad’s sex life was more or less satisfactory.
Muhammad Aqīl used to be out of home on business tours and Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad used to be alone very often.
He was also not so strict and had granted Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad freedom.
As her mother in law also had sex with Durgesh openly, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could experience some sort of freedom.
There were only Muhammad Aqīl, her daughter, her father in law, Muhammad Zahīr, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad and I living together.
Her mother in law Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was interested in active politics.
As she went away to campaign for her Parliamentary seat in the sudden Midterm 2012, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was the only lady in the house and had no one to comment on her.
Then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad brought changes on her especially in her dressing.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved wearing saree but not covering all her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body parts.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad started wearing sexy and transparent sarees that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was forbidden before wearing it.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad bought sexy blouses having strings at back that exposed her backs.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved wearing saree below navel.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had sexy, deep and round navel.
Her belly was flat so her navel and belly looked sexy.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved to expose her belly.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had bouncing proud Musalmān boobs and she had noticed men staring at it.
Yet while going out, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad normally wore Shalwār qamīz and simple sarees not that exposing.
While at home, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved to wear sexy sarees.
As Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wanted to make her sex life with Muhammad Aqīl interesting, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tried to attract him towards her.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wore sarees in sexy manner but he didn’t show much interest.
Muħammad Aqīl was more interested in business than he was interested in sex with his immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
Consequently, to her extremely pleasant surprise, instead of Muħammad Aqīl, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad suddenly found, that I was being attracted towards her.*
Kħālidah Ashraf was pleasantly surprised when she saw Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.
“Well, well, well.” Kħālidah Ashraf said, “What a pleasant surprise. I thought you were too angry with me to see me again.”
“Nonsense,” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad smiled, “Where’s Wasīm Kħālidah Ashraf?”
Kħālidah Ashraf looked at Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.
“As if you really don’t know.” her voice was bitter somewhat, “I have seen you with him.”
“Well, I saw Wasīm Kħālidah Ashraf with Durgesh. I was surprised. Nadīm told me Wasīm Kħālidah Ashraf is not as friendly with him anymore as he was once.”
“You have forgiven Durgesh?” Kħālidah Ashraf watched Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad scrutinizing her.
“For what he did with my Ammī, Ibādat Saiyad Åbbās? Never. How the hell can I?”*
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled patiently.
“And, exactly what did Durgesh do with your Ammī, Ibādat Saiyad Åbbās? Will you kindly bother to tell me?”
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad whirled to Kħālidah Ashraf.
“You never told me, Kħālidah, that Kħadījah Muħammad Ammī is also here?”
Kħadījah Muħammad kept smiling.
“Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, Act rationally. Don’t be obsessed with your blind, illogical, irrational and entirely unjustified emotions.”
“Kħadījah Muħammad Ammī, please,” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said suppressing her wrath somewhat; “I don’t want to dishonor you ever in my violent dreams even. I respect you very much.”
“Why?” Kħadījah Muħammad asked still patiently.
She had vowed to herself to be patient in the matter, no matter how unjustified my Musalmān beloveds act.
She knew almost every one of them wanted to revenge me.
I never told them I’d marry every one of them.
How could I?
I was always honest and sincere to them.
I told them honestly I would not marry them since it would be illegal.
I had a mission of my life.
I couldn’t afford to be illegal ever.
Nevertheless, they wanted me then on any cost whatsoever.
Now, they are trying to revenge me for what was their own mistake, their own illogical, irrational, emotional dreams.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad controlled herself.
“What do you mean ‘why’?”
“Why do you respect me?” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“Well,” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tried to maintain her composure, “You love Durgesh unconditionally.”
“Love never imposes any condition, my child.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled gracefully, “Love isn’t a business. Durgesh never promised me that he would marry me. In fact, Durgesh not even said to me that he loved me.”
“But he let you rape him, didn’t he?”*
“I’ll call Mrs. Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad to the witness stand.” The Public Prosecutor, Waħīd Murād, announced gravely.
Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās, attired in black, moved slowly forward.
She held up her right hand, was sworn and she took her place on the witness stand.
Waħīd Murād’s voice held that synthetic sympathy that was the stock in trade of some prosecutors examining bereaved widows, as he questioned her.
“Mrs. Nadīm, we have to perform the disagreeable duty of identifying the decedent. You are the widow of Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad. I believe you were called upon to identify his body after it had been found in the place referred to generally as the Palmdale subdivision.”
“That’s right.” Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās said.
“You saw the body?”
Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās controlled her tears with obvious efforts.
“You loved your husband?”
“Yes, sir. But not any more if what the police claim about him is true.”
Waħīd Murād watched Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās sympathetically.
“The police claim he was working against the interests of United States of America. If it’s true, I no more love the man.”
“It was your second marriage?”
“Fourth.” Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās amended the Public Prosecutor gravely, “I’m the unfortunate enough that’s still virgin despite my four marriages in last three years.”
“Won’t you explain it to the court and to the jury, ma’am, if you don’t mind?”
“My first husband was my University mate. We loved each other very much. Zāhid Rashīd loved me very much but I never knew he was a criminal. The police shot him in an encounter before he could celebrate his first night with me. I thank my Creator, Allah tabāruk tålā Rabbul åālmīn.”
Judge Keyser, plainly interested, leaned forward to listen to every word Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās was speaking.
“How many days after you married your second husband, Muħammad Qāsim Ayyūbī?” Waħīd Murād asked.
“I loved Zāhid Rashīd so much that it took me two years to forget him enough to marry Muħammad Qāsim Ayyūbī; however Muħammad Qāsim Ayyūbī wanted to marry me as soon as Zāhid Rashīd was shot in the police encounter.”
“How old were you when you married Muħammad Qāsim Ayyūbī?” Waħīd Murād asked sympathetically.
“Meaning you married Zāhid Rashīd at your nineteenth?”
“Yes, sir. That’s right.”
“What about Muħammad Qāsim Ayyūbī?”
“It turned out that the scoundrel was Zāhid Rashīd’s cousin and he actually married me to keep my mouth shut of Zāhid Rashīd’s criminal activities if I knew anything of them.”
“He was himself a criminal?”
“He was himself a criminal.” Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās said, “I feel shame in admitting that, we Musalmīn are not as educated mostly as the non Musalmīn are. Consequently it’s easier for the criminals to use us Musalmīn for their criminal activities more than they can use the non Musalmīn.”
“I know.” Waħīd Murād said gravely, “I belong to the same community as you do. What happened to Muħammad Qāsim Ayyūbī, your second husband?”
“He and my third husband, Akram Sultan, both were hanged for murders. Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad was my fourth husband.”
“Very very unfortunate.”
“Thank you. Perhaps I am foolish enough not to distinguish criminals from non-criminals.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Kambakħt! She deliberately married all of them one by one.” She commented.
“How do you know?” I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“Hindu Piyā, all the four of them were multi-millionaires. The bitch is playing in billions now.”
“She seems innocent. But she isn’t. She is a great actress. Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās deliberately married those criminals and helped the police in encountering and hanging them.”
I watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, incredulous.*
“Ma’am, you saw the body?”
“Yes,” Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās once more tried to control herself, “Being his wife in his lifetime, I had to.”
“Can you identify it?”
“Yes, sir. It was the body of my fourth husband, Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad.”
Public Prosecutor, Waħīd Murād, went on similarly compassionately.
“Now then, do you know any Imām Muħammad Ħasan, ma’am?”
“Sure, he was my fourth husband’s, Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad’s, one of the very close friends.”
“Have you met Imām Muħammad Ħasan personally too?”
“Yes, sir. My fourth husband, Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad, wanted me to meet him. I obeyed my husband.”
“Did Imām Muħammad Ħasan lend you a HVSI .22 revolver some time ago?”
“Noooooo?” Waħīd Murād was immensely surprised.
“I tried to. But Nadīm instructed me to keep it with me.”
“Where is it now?”
“I don’t know.”
“What did you do with it?”
“I kept it in my safe.”
“Yet you don’t have it?”
“I don’t have it.”
“Would you explain?”
“Sir, there was a theft. I found that someone had evidently been in very much of a hurry. A framed picture of my husband, Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad, with his ex-wife, Saåīdah Åbbās Rashīd, had been ripped from a wall and torn out so that the picture of Saåīdah Åbbās Rashīd had gone to smithereens. A section of wallboard had been taken from the wall and hadn’t been replaced. Behind that section of wallboard, was an oblong recess. It was in that recess my very high grade, fireproof, burglarproof wall safe, unlocked. Its door was partly open. The safe was empty.”
“What did you keep there?”
“All my precious belongings that I needed every now and then, my revolver given to me by my husband, and hundreds of thousand dollars we kept there for any potential emergency.”
“Nothing was there?”
“Nothing was there including the said revolver too.”
“That’s all, ma’am. Thank you.”
He twisted to me.
“You may cross examine, Mr. Durgesh.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squeezed my hand.
“Rip her wide open, Durgesh. Please. The bitch is too smart to be handled for that damn fool Public Prosecutor. I bet no theft was there. She has all the money herself.”
“It might have been taken away. But not the money. The bitch is too smart for the burglars.”
I assured Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and advanced to the witness stand.
Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās was watching me austerely.
I stood facing the slender woman with the downcast eyes once again.
“Mrs. Nadīm,” I asked her equally compassionately, “Where did you meet your fourth husband, Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad?”
“What were you doing at the time?”
Waħīd Murād was immediately on his feet.
“Objected to,” he smiled, “as incompetent, irrelevant and immaterial. It isn’t proper cross-examination too. It makes no difference what she was doing. It makes further no difference when the witness met the decedent or how she met him. She isn’t on trial. Zaynab Imrān Qurayshī is on trial.”
“Overruled.” Judge Keyser ruled.
Waħīd Murād requested patiently.
“May I be heard, your honor?”
“The court has already ruled on your objection, Mr. Public Prosecutor. In a case of this sort, I certainly intend to give the defendant every latitude in the field of cross-examination. Counsel undoubtedly has some point in mind or he wouldn’t have gone into this. Witness may answer the question.”*
Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās looked at me,
“I was working in a rather varied capacity.” She said.
“Describe the varied capacities.” I said generously inviting her.
Her voice grew a little stronger.
Her eyes rose long enough to flash a glance of gathering seduction at me.
“I was a show girl, I think.”
“Ms. Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās, you showed yourself in bathing suits, did you not?”
Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās smiled placidly.
“Oh, come on, Mr. Durgesh. We aren’t living in seventh century any more. Let the Pseudo Musalmīn fight to keep us all in seventh century. You are a Hindu, utmost ultramodern, I think. You allow your own Live in Relationship Partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, to be a nudist feminist. I was only wearing bathing suits.”
“I’m sorry. I thought you were resorting to double standards. Your Live in Relationship Partner can even make love to you openly in public places. And I couldn’t show my beauty even in bathing suits. Tut tut, Mr. Durgesh. I never expected this from a man, as ultramodern as you are.”
“You were a hostess?”
“Yet you married Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad subsequently. Didn’t you?”
“Sure, yet Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad too was a criminal is yet to be proven, sir.”
The Sālī was really smart.
She was even smarter than I thought she might be.
“So, let me understand, Ms. Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās, you were a shill?”
Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās watched me gravely.
“What do you mean?”
“You put on daringly cut evening gowns that were tight and clinging. You circulated around the gambling tables.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“You know Lily Turner and me?”
“You both are not as unknown, sir, as you erroneously think you are.” Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās smiled sadly, “Ms. Lily Turner is related to Stansfield Turner, the former Director of CIA. You are an utmost successful barrister, Sex Therapist, Writer and infamous as an ever unique Hindu lover of Musalmān Beauties from eighteen to sixty years old equally.”
“Thank you, sir, that you see it now. However, I don’t think it is worse to be even a shill than being a mole of a Pseudo Musalmān terrorist/ Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmān. I preferred to be a shill rather than being a mole of a Pseudo Musalmān terrorist/ Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmān. I don’t think you agree with me.”
“You are mistaken, ma’am.” I said gravely, “I too agree with you in the matter and appreciate the course you followed prudently.”
“Thank you.” She cooed seductively yet still not forgetting that she was a recent widow.
Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās was very careful.
Even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was chewing her lower lip in somewhat vulnerability.
She had never seen me so incapable to rip wide open any witness.
Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās knew she had to face me.
She had come there very well prepared to meet my legal tactics.
Kambakħt never allows even Durgesh to put his hand on her anywhere.
She counter attacks Durgesh on his every legal attack.
She has studied Durgesh very well, very deeply, very adroitly.
Well, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan doesn’t know, at least till now.
“Being a hostess, you made yourself easy to pick up?” I asked Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās.
“Well, I wasn’t picked up, Mr. Durgesh.”
“I see. Well, let me put it this way,” I smiled, “It was easy to get acquainted with you?”
“Sure, and as such, it was easy to get acquainted with you?” I asked patiently, smiling myself.
“I was simply doing my duty as a hostess.”
“That’s right. Therefore it was easy to get acquainted with you?”
“Not for everyone. Only for the person(s) I allowed to.”
“You made it that way?”
“Well, I love to make acquaintance with the persons I like. What’s wrong in it? We humans are social animals I think. Aren’t we?”
“Sure,” I smiled, “very well said. Yet, the fact was that you were particularly easy to get acquainted with as far as wealthy men were concerned who were in a position to spend money on the gambling tables. Isn’t that true?”
“Well, let me answer it somewhat in detail. May I?”
“Sure. Go ahead.”
“I am a woman. I had lost my husband. So it was quite natural I was in a hunt of a suitable husband for me. No woman wants a poor husband. Every woman seeks a wealthy and capable powerful husband. What was wrong there if I were doing the same as any other woman in the same position as I was in would have done? You imply I shouldn’t have done what any woman in my position would’ve done?”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gritted her teeth.
Kambakħt, smarter than even she thinks every time.
“Certainly not, Ms. Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās, certainly not.” I smiled sophisticatedly, politely and unwearyingly, “You too have every legal right that any other woman has. I agree with you hundred percent. However, nevertheless, having acquainted with the wealthy men, you didn’t cultivate them as a prospective husband for you. Instead, you made it a point to encourage them in their gambling.”
“How do you know what I actually did?”
“Well, well, come on, Ms. Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās. I’m not on the witness stand. You are. You kept hanging around the gambling tables doing a little gambling of your own and chatting with these gambling men so that they would continue their gambling after they might otherwise have quit.”
“And if they have quit I wouldn’t have any prospective husband for me.” She smiled scathingly, “Mr. Durgesh, both as a hostess and as a woman seeking a prospective husband I had to be attractive. You aren’t a woman. You can’t understand it. But I’m sure any women in jury and in audiences as well, can very well understand what I was really after.”
“You were frequently at the gambling tables. Weren’t you?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“You used chips?”
“Always. The other gamblers too use chips.” Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās smiled sadly yet confidently.
“Now then, when you first met Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad, he was gambling at a table. Was he not?”
“I don’t gamble with money. I gamble with wits, my lady. Yet, I’m quite aware of these matters too and Las Vegas and Nevada also. My so many Live in Relationship Partners, as well as my so many women friends, haven’t quit yet their gambling habits.”
“Sorry.” Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās smiled sadly.
“Never mind. You were gambling at the table Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad was gambling at?”
“Sure. I’ve already told you. I always used chips.”
“Yet, they were not normal chips. They were special chips. Were they not?”
“What do you mean?”
“The chips you played with,” I pointed my forefinger at her, “were not redeemable. You had those chips given to you. You gambled with them, my lady, yet they couldn’t be redeemed for money. Your gambling was simply an act.”
“Sure. Every gambler there was aware of it. They were seasoned gamblers, Mr. Durgesh. They themselves were not born yesterday.”
“Not everyone. They know there are hostesses. But how did they know you were also one of them? So, you were a shill, a come-on?”
“Oh, your honor,” Waħīd Murād said, “this is attempting to browbeat the witness. The question is argumentative; it is not proper cross-examination, it―”
“Overruled.” Judge Keyser snapped.
“Answer the question.” I said.
“Well, you make it sound rather…rather…”
“Undignified?” I prompted.
“Something like that.”
“You considered yourself dignified?”*
Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās watched me scrutinizing.
“Well, I considered myself at least more dignified than the moles of the gangsters, terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn.” She said with immense pride. “I might haven’t been dignified with respect to the lucky women married with the sophisticated law abiding males, but I was certainly more dignified than the unlucky women who are married with the gangsters, criminal/criminal minded male e.g. a Musalmān.”
“You hate Musalmīn very much, Ms. Nadīm,” I smiled, “don’t you?”
“When you first met Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad, you went to a table where he was already gambling, did you not?”
“Sure. I was a widow. I wanted a husband for me capable enough to give me what I needed. Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad seemed to me quite capable in it.”
“Did someone direct you to go to that table, some person that represented your employer, the owner of that gambling house in Las Vegas, Nevada that pointed out Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad to you? Didn’t this person tell you to go over there and get to work on him? Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, but I was already on my path to do the same anyway.”
“For your employer?”
“For myself. Mr. Durgesh, I was there hostess not to earn a living for myself. I was there hostess so that I may learn the inside gambling tactics to warn my potential husband and save his money.”
“Very noble of you, Mrs. Nadīm.” I smiled sarcastically.
“Thank you.” She cooed.
“What happened when you went to the table where Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad was playing?”
“I went to the table, and when Mr. Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad won, I smiled at him. That broke the ice.”
“What ice?” I asked curtly.
“I gave him a chance to be acquainted with me.”
“Did you think there was ice?”
She eyed me cynically.
“I used the expression as a figure of speech.”
“So did me.” I said authoritatively rather tersely somewhat, “I didn’t mean that there were icicles dripping all over this tight clinging gown that you were wearing. I realized that you referred to ice in a figurative manner of speaking. Naturally, I too used the term in the same sense. Now was there any ice to break?”
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The gun imh 59786 was still in my hand.
The condition was now under control.
I pushed the catch of the .22 HVSI revolver.
It released the cylinder.
I swung out the cylinder and said,
“One empty cartridge case in the cylinder.”
I watched her cunningly.
“How can you say that? Neither you know her, nor I.”
“Isn’t it obvious? Damn it.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said angrily, “Thanks Allah, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is herself a Musalmān lady. My employer is being framed because she is against terrorists and Criminal/ Criminal Minded Pseudo Musalmīn. I demand protection for her.”
“We Musalmān Beauties call you ‘Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!’ Don’t we?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said furiously, “You are already fucking her. Don’t you? Now go ahead and protect her from the Criminal/ Criminal Minded Pseudo Musalmīn. They are trying to frame her because she is promoting Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club being a major shareholder there.”
“How do you know I won’t?” I myself asked furiously.
Both of them looked at each other.
Then relaxed somewhat, they both tried to smile,
“Sorry.” They said simultaneously.
“Let’s assume someone planted this revolver here really to frame Nauhīd Niyāzī.”
“She isn’t Nauhīd Niyāzī.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk immediately said, “She is Shaguftah Rashīd. I don’t know why you are calling her suddenly now Nauhīd Niyāzī. What do you think; I don’t know my employer even?”
She extended her right hand to me once more.
I looked questioningly at her.
“These are two other passports I found here more.”
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk smiled.
“One of them must be my passport.”
“What if even your doubt is right?” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk smiled indifferently, “Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan isn’t any organization of us Musalmān Beauties that is terrorist, Criminal/ Criminal Minded. Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad is an organization of us Musalmān Beauties that is devoted to educate ourselves as high as we can. We hate crime unconditionally. It’s included in the constitution of Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad never to compromise with the terrorists, Criminal/ Criminal Minded Pseudo Musalmīn. Any soft corner for any of them, if proven, terminates the membership of Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad. What’s wrong in its membership?”*
“I’ve never hidden any fact about my present or past.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said righteously, “Not from either government of India, government of Saůūdī Årab, nor even from my employer, Shaguftah Rashīd.”
“The name of your employer according to her passport is Nauhīd Niyāzī.”
“I doubt it can’t be her passport.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk denied it contemptuously, “Aren’t you jumping on conclusions, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl? Shouldn’t you be more patient and more investigating instead of jumping on baseless conclusions?”
“The charge was never proven against me.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said bitterly, “You must know it as well, as you know that I was prosecuted on the charge.”
“Yes, why not? Certainly.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said fearlessly, “Only I wasn’t expelled from Saůūdī Årab ever. I left Saůūdī Årab after my trial there, on my own accord. Being a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān yourself, I don’t need to tell you that not only in Saůūdī Årab, in entire Pseudo Islamic Countries as well, once a suspect is always a suspect. Why should I risk my life in Saůūdī Årab if I could live freely in India as a citizen of Sultanate of Oman?”
“I see. How interesting it is however that you have the citizenship of the same country you were charged to be on payroll of.”
“You don’t know the present Sultan of Sultanate of Oman. Do you?”
“Certainly not, my dear, certainly not.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled tartly, “I’m only an ACP here, not even the Commissioner of Police. A friend and sālā of Durgesh, Muħammad Åbdullah has the honor. How can I know any Sultan of any Årab Sultanate, including the said Sultanate of Oman?”
“He is a very good man.”
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was smiling patronizingly now.
“Shouldn’t I have?”
“Sure. The point I’m making is different somewhat however.”
I looked at Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
She couldn’t provide me that information before.
But she is providing me the same now indirectly by cross-questioning Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk herself.
Should I be more attentive to Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk myself?
My basic policy was:
‘Be cautious, but never treat others as your enemy until their enmity to you isn’t proven beyond any doubt.
Never mistake making the others your enemy if they are not already, by doubting their honesty and sincerity to you.’
It was continuously being reported to me from various sources I had access to that, the present Sultan of Sultanate of Oman was a better human being than his contemporaries were.
He was reported to be even better than his own predecessors were.
At present, it had 167 members of the parliament.
Fifteen of them were women.
One hundred fifty two were males.
Not balanced very much.
Yes, but so were the other democratic parliaments even.
The old wood cabin was surrounded by darkness.
The shades were drawn.
A dog lay motionless on the front porch.
A thin stream of smoke flowed out of the chimney and headed north.
It was Makkah Mukarramah itself.
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was not a doctor then.
She was Just eighteen Just adult.
Sitting silently in front of the fireplace, Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was shoving stacks of paper into the hot flames.
Damn Yazīd Malåūn.
He destroyed the great Islamic revolution only because his clan hated the clan of Ħuzūrs.
In his over enthusiasm to establish Islamic morals and discipline Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu didn’t Ħazrat Ůmar Fārūq, Fārūq-e-Åāzamrzu, actually unknowingly encouraged Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu?
Durgesh says John Elray is wrong that Ħazrat Ůmar Fārūqrzu couldn’t forget the ancestral rivalry with the clan of Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched me scrutinizing.
“There are some persons who say even you don’t understand the Islamic movement of Ħuzūrs.”
“Well, they might be right.”
“What?” my duly married wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, looked at me curtly.
I smiled teasing them.
“Once a humane always a humane.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never cared to get your appreciation.” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD said, still curtly to me, “Kħadījah Muħammad and I always cared for childishly. The result is we failed and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is succeeding.”*
I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“We Hindus are not tired of you Musalmān Beauties. Neither we are ever afraid of terrorists and Criminal/ Criminal Minded Musalmīn. You know it very well. The conspiracies of Muħammad Ůsmān are not proven still now.”
I controlled myself.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said again.
“We’ve tried to be civilized about the thing. I knew you think we Musalmān Beauties are unduly, unjustifiably, harsh on our Musalmān mankind. You think we enjoy them punishing unduly when we get support from you Hindus. Why don’t you understand they deserve it?”
“What do you want Durgesh?”
“Stop humiliating Musalmīn until they aren’t proven guilty.”
“Your sense of justice―”
“Unjustified? Impractical? Unreasonable?”
“You must peruse Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors at faith freedom.org more attentively.”
“I’ve studied Al Qur’an Al Karīm and Aħādīs-e-muqaddasāt myself. I’ve studied Al Tārīkħ Al Islam too deeply. I’m sorry to say I don’t agree with Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors at faith freedom.org absolutely.”
“We Musalmān Beauties ourselves don’t agree with Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors at faith freedom.org absolutely.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “Yet he and his co-authors are not absolutely incorrect. Are they?”
“But the activities of the Musalmīn they discuss so fearlessly are entirely correct. Aren’t they?”
“I never said that.”
“Yet you never stopped favoring them.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah charged me, “You think Muħammad Ůsmān maybe innocent. Well, if he is innocent why the hell he is maintaining so many households in different Pseudo Islamic Countries as well as in the other countries too?”
I looked at her gravely.
“You really don’t know?”
“What do you mean?”*
I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gravely.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly,
“Yes. There are so many other Pseudo Musalmīn too. The bastards pretend they marry only four Musalmān wives. But they never tell anyone that they maintain so many households in different Pseudo Islamic Countries as well as in the other countries too. In every household they have their different set of four Musalmān wives.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think we Hindus and you Musalmān Beauties haven’t left another alternative for them except to resort to it. What the Pseudo Musalmīn can do? Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives hate them because they aren’t ultra-modern, sophisticated and well educated. Sooner or later they join either my bed or the bed of other powerful and capable Hindus that can take care of them perfectly and protect them from their incompetent Pseudo Musalmīn husbands.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me patiently.
“Working for our Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, we adopt various pretenses to reach the appropriate Jet Musalmān Beauty. We have an assigned territory. I too have. I pretended to have a series of books that are designed to give the newly wed, and still unwed, Musalmān Beauties how to deal with an orthodox Musalmān husband and ultramodern Hindu lover simultaneously.”
“The books are so cleverly arranged that there is really no age limit.”
“Not even just eighteen to thirty you call Jet?”
“Not even just eighteen to thirty we call Jet.”
“You aren’t taking optimum interest.”
“You are mistaken.”
“Nonsense. He is already cuckolded. He can’t even imagine taking any risk that his videos of cuckolded life style be released at the movie theaters and multiplexes of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad etcetera.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me harshly.
“Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gives us members all sorts of sides helps, does advertising and secures lists of live prospects so that we don’t have to waste our time in fruitless door to door canvassing. These prospects are sent in at the rate of about ten a day. Sometimes they mail them in, sometimes they telephone them.”
“What is a live prospect?” I asked.
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and Muħammad Ůsmān have a very nice house. They have some spare rooms as well as a guesthouse. Every spare room has its own washbowl and toilet. Yet, it also has a connection with the downstairs bath. Now, listen to me carefully, Durgesh, it’s very important.”
I nodded gravely.
“I’m listening to, don’t worry. Muħammad Ůsmān is not my responsibility. Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and you are my responsibilities. If Muħammad Ůsmān is really planning some conspiracy against anyone of you both, it’s my responsibility to protect both of you.”
“Thank you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed somewhat assured now, “Muħammad Ůsmān never liked me. Yet on the persistent insistence of Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī sometimes I have to stay with her even at night, you know.”
“Muħammad Ůsmān is away from home a lot.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah went on, “He claims he is some kind of a business sharpshooter. Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has always been rather indefinite about what he himself does. Despite Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī inquiring him so many times, Muħammad Ůsmān never told her his true whereabouts. Anyhow Muħammad Ůsmān travels a lot.”
“Muħammad Ůsmān travels a lot.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah nodded, “and makes investments. He has misappropriated Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī’s money already to the extent that now he always seems to have plenty of money. Even then, I’ve never been able to find out exactly what my ever shrewd ever Criminal/ Criminal Minded brother in law does.”
I kissed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
She was on her back now.
Her nude magnificent legs were on my shoulders.
“It was necessary.” I said gravely, “You both had cuckolded him despite my persistent objections. He is shrewd. I had to put some shadow on him to know of his whereabouts.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled,
“His newly married fourth wife, Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās?”
I smiled too.
“None whatsoever. Yet, you put one more shadow on him, his secretary Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm. Didn’t you?”
“He is too shrewd to be shadowed by only his new fourth wife.”*
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm put a suitcase down, and then she rushed to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me on my lips.
“This is the suitcase?” I asked.
“This is the suitcase.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm chuckled mischievously.
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.
I laughed sarcastically.
“I don’t know. I haven’t studied about your Sāħir Ludhiyānvī ever so minutely.”
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Disconnecting the mobile, I pushed back my chair.
I got to my feet.
I stood keeping Kħadījah Muħammad on her knees and elbows.
“This thing’s goofy, ludicrous, absurd, Kħadījah Muħammad, Mérī Jān.” I pushed my extremely hardened Uncut Hindu Lund into Kħadījah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to the hilt, “I don’t think the police are going to do anything.”
I loved her so much I didn’t love even my legal wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.
I couldn’t help it.
Kħadījah Muħammad was hyper sexual herself as I was.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD wanted least sex.
She loved and married me not for my sexual prowess.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD loved and married me for my ‘exclusive unlimited humanity’ and my devotion to upraise the Muslimahs.
“You mean Muħammad Åbdullah…”
“No, no. He’ll certainly do his best. But his police…well, of course, they may find Shaguftah Rashīd in the voter’s register. Think back on that conversation. See if you can…”
“Wait a minute.” Kħadījah Muħammad abruptly said, “She was calling from Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club alright. I could hear the male voices talking of their Stavans, Ved and Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā. The female voices were referring to Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah every now and then. And there were the melodious sweet sounds of consummating sex.”
Kħadījah Muħammad went on.
“I could hear the sound of an orchestra too. It… wait a minute now. Don’t fuck me so excitedly. Just push your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to the hilt and stop keeping it fully embedded there. No pulling out. Not even a bit. Let me concentrate, please.”
“Sālī,” I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as she requested and kept it there fully embedded to the hilt, “you Musalmān Beauties require my Uncut Hindu Lund fully embedded into your Musalmān Choot so that you may concentrate?”
Kħadījah Muħammad winked at me.
“That’s right, any objection?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan also concentrates in this way, doesn’t she?”
“She is crazy to imitate you.” I retorted, “You are her role model. Everything whatsoever you have done with me, she is also doing blindly.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“Saiyadah Fātimah PhD too loves her, but…”
“Yes, I do understand, but…”
“Yes, yes, let me concentrate. I remember hearing the background music too, I think. Please fuck me.”
“Please fuck me wildly and let me concentrate.”
“Nonsense. If I fuck you wildly how can you concentrate?”
“You don’t know. You are not a woman. We women have different ways in so many things. Now fuck me you teaser.”
“Okay, okay. Don’t shout.”
“Wildly, Sālī, wildly.” I started fucking Kħadījah Muħammad wildly now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled once in the similar situation.
“Kħadījah Muħammad Bājī uses you. As I do.”
“These are the times when we can make you to fuck us as wildly as we damn please.”
“Shame on you.”
“Well?” I asked Kħadījah Muħammad fucking her wildly after about fifteen minutes.
“You want me to concentrate, don’t you?”
“Yes, you are right. But don’t forget your promise, will you?”
“To fuck me wildly till…”
“Yes, yes, now come on.”
“I remember the background music now. It was playing ‘Khai ké paan Banāras wālā’.”
“Very good. Now we have only to find out where the hell in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club this background music ‘Khai ké paan Banāras wālā’ has been played recently tonight. I love you, Kħadījah Muħammad. That’s great.”
“Don’t tell me verbally that you love me, put into action, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is already visiting my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Isn’t it?”*
I smiled and started obliging Kħadījah Muħammad.
“I think I can find out.” She smiled at me thankfully.
She started to use her mobile.
After some connections and disconnections she winked at me.
“Got it, Durgesh darling.”
“I think we can get it.”
“What is it?”
“Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ved Nagar has played ‘Khai ké paan Banāras wālā’. I connected to the club and asked if they knew a Shaguftah Rashīd. The hat check girl said she did. She said that Shaguftah Rashīd had been there this evening, but she had left early. She said she had a headache. I asked how we could find Shaguftah Rashīd’s address. She said she didn’t know. Yet, she thought one of the proprietors, Iqbāl Rashīd, knew where she lived.”
“Any relationship with Shaguftah Rashīd?” I asked enthusiastically.
“I asked the hat check girl, but she didn’t know. Iqbāl Rashīd is out tonight, and couldn’t be reached.”
“Damn. You told her it was important?”
“Sure. I told her it was a matter of life and death.”
I used my mobile to contact Commissioner of Police, Muħammad Åbdullah, again.
He was in the bathroom.
“Your name is flashing already on the screen. Want to fuck me now?”
“I thought he could have requested once more to you to fuck his wife, rather his Ammījān now.”
“Give the mobile to Muħammad Åbdullah, your Chief.”
“He is in the bathroom.”
“I can’t wait.”
“I can reach you as early as possible.”
I controlled myself.
However, she was an IPS even then, waiting for her first assignment as a police officer.
This time her voice became crisply businesslike.
“Okay. What is it?”
“I had a legal appointment with a Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah for one o’clock. I was waiting for her. In the meantime I received a call from some Shaguftah Rashīd I knew only by her name. I doubt even that name, Shaguftah Rashīd, maybe fictitious. Yet she rang up. She could barely talk over the mobile. She said she’d been poisoned. Someone had sent her poisoned candy. She certainly sounded about ready to pass out. Evidently the receiver either slipped from her hands and fell, or she keeled over while she was talking to me. Then the receiver was hung up before I could trace the call.”
“You haven’t fucked her ever?”
“You fucked me faithfully being immensely loyal to your stepson that immediately accepted me his Ammījān.”
“Not immediately, Sālī, after two years.” I said curtly.
“You don’t know where she is?”
I held Kħadījah Muħammad’s slim waist with both my hands and kept fucking her wildly as she wanted.
“I’m coming to that.” I said on the mobile, “Kħadījah Muħammad did some fast thinking and some good detective work. I won’t take time to tell you about it unnecessarily. Yet the result is that Kħadījah Muħammad got a lead to the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar. A Shaguftah Rashīd is known there. She was there in the evening. But apparently the underlings don’t know her address. An Iqbāl Rashīd runs the place, but he’s out. That’s the story in a nutshell. What do you say, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl?”
“Well, don’t say I didn’t tell the police.” I said curtly, “I’m not the police. I’m only a citizen. I’ve informed the police. Commissioner of police as far as I’m concerned. If someone finds Shaguftah Rashīd’s body tomorrow morning, and…”
Her protest against I fucked her was behind her new phrase ‘Hold your Uncut Hindu Lund’ instead of ‘Hold your horses’.
She used it to register her complaint whenever she talked with me.
“With Kħadījah Muħammad.” I replied.
“I’ll be for you in about five minutes.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said, “Keep your Uncut Hindu Lund ready for me once more. Tell Kħadījah Muħammad you are going to fuck your daughter in law ACP Suraiyā Jamāl for the rest of the night. If you can be waiting down on the sidewalk, it’ll save that much time.”
“Think we can do anything by phone?”
“I doubt it, Prāñnāth. I’m grateful that you recommended your stepson Muħammad Ålī for the proprietorship of this Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar. Yet, it won’t take over a few minutes to get there. Be all ready to jump in when you hear the siren. I’ll cut her loose.”
Kħadījah Muħammad herself pushed her glorious glamorous gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī big firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu loins to receive my Uncut Hindu Lund as deepest as possible.
I blasted my Hindu Vīrý.
Yet, she was still as young and as beautiful as she was when she first raped me.
Kħadījah Muħammad closed her eyes in extreme ecstasy.
She was receiving my Hindu Vīrý once more deepest inside her as she always greeted it.
Dressing myself hastily I said,
“Okay, Ummil Mominīn, hold the fort. I may call you in a little later.”
I had scolded Muħammad Ålī.
“Papa Jī, what do you think, she married me for myself?” Muħammad Ålī complained.
I was as if fallen from the seventh sky.
“It was her own game.” Muħammad Ålī charged his wife, “She was an IPS. She wasn’t a damn fool. Neither she was physically incompetent to protect herself from you when you raped her, if she didn’t want it.”
“You may be right there.” I murmured thoughtfully.*
It took a minute or two for the elevator to get up to the floor I was with Kħadījah Muħammad.
It was an extremely complex theory of Metaphysics it was built on.
We called it Eīshān Vigyān.
The night watchman dropped me to the street level.
I had less than a minute to wait at the curb before I heard the scream of a siren.
I jerked the door open and jumped in.
I hadn’t another option except to shift to the driving seat myself.
“Open my belt, undress me below my waist and fuck me if you really want me to help you in keeping alive your so called Shaguftah Rashīd.”
I hadn’t another option once again.
After, Muħammad Ålī told her that she wasn’t his wife anymore, his Ammījān instead, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl started to sleep with me openly, with her mother in law on my one side and she herself on my other side.
I understood very well why Muħammad Ålī couldn’t satisfy her.
She wasn’t made for the softies in sex like Muħammad Ålī.
Concentrating on driving, she bent forward in rukū’.
Even then her buttocks were more active in back and forth motion than my own waist was.
She had taken benefit of my interest in Shaguftah Rashīd.
The police Mercedes screamed through the streets nonstop.
“Hang on.” She warned me as the police Mercedes screamed in a turn.
I saw, she was enjoying both the excitement of my Uncut Hindu Lund tearing her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and the excitement of tearing through traffic with siren screaming and motor roaring.
We dressed ourselves competently, debouched from the police Mercedes and marched across the sidewalk.
“You are an excellent driver.” I smiled.
“Thanks.” I squeezed her buttocks.
She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund to show her gratefulness and appreciation.
A big Paŧhān doorman, resplendent with uniform, saluted us.
The Paŧhān doorman dashed for a speaking tube built into the wall.
He whistled three times sharply.
“The hat-check girl, Suraiyā,” I said, “She knows something.”
She showed her identity card and stars to the hat check girl.
“Shaguftah Rashīd. Where can we find her?”
It showed it was alright.
“Sorry, ma’am. I don’t know. Someone was asking over the phone awhile back.”
“You know her?”
“Of course, ma’am.”
“Does she work here?”
“She doesn’t need to. She is a major shareholder here. She is one of the proprietors, I must say.”
“Exclusively interested in only the Uncut Hindu Lund you are playing with.” The hat check girl smiled.
“One Man Woman?”
“I think so.”
“How many shares she holds here?”
“I wouldn’t know, ma’am, sorry.”
“A major shareholder ma’am.” The hat check girl also smiled.
“Well, they think it a good business.”
“Yes, I see that. Where are they?”
“This place is supposed to run without anyone in charge?”
“Ordinarily, one or the other of them is here. Tonight it just happens they both are out.”
“Who else would know? The cashier? Some of the waitresses?”
She shook her head.
“I don’t think so. I’ve made inquiries. I tell you who I think would.”
“Who is he?”
“Her younger brother.”
“Living with her?”
“I don’t know, ma’am.”
“Where do we find Iqbāl Rashīd?”
“I think the cashier has his address. Iqbāl Rashīd cashes a check here once in a while.”
We skirted the dance floor, and pushed past the crowded couples moving slowly to the rhythm of the music.
Now we were walking on to the cashier.
The cashier was in a cage between the dining room and the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.
“You know an Iqbāl Rashīd?”
She hesitated somewhat.
It was quite obvious that she was debating on a course of action.
The cashier controlled herself.
“Sorry for the delay in replying, ma’am. Yes, I know Dr. Iqbāl Rashīd.”
“Dr. Iqbāl Rashīd?”
“Where can we find him?”
“May I ask what he has done, ma’am?”
“You may not. It’s a police business. We seek informations, don’t give them to others.”
“Sorry, ma’am. I don’t know where he is at present.”
“Give me his address.”
“Bājīrāo Mastānī Apartments.”
“I see. Which one?”
“Just a minute.”
She searched in her computer.
“It’s on the second floor, Bājīrāo Mastānī Apartments, 256.”
“His phone number?”
“Not recorded here.”
“You know Iqbāl Rashīd when you see him?”
“He hasn’t been here tonight?”
“Would you have seen him if he had been?”
“Yes, ma’am. Of course.”
“I think we should try Iqbāl Rashīd at Bājīrāo Mastānī Apartments.”
Then she turned to the cashier once again.
“Who’s running this place?”
“Who is the major partner?”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan. He isn’t here at present but he is expected to be here any minute.”
And why should she have?
“Mr. Muħammad Ålī has a little cabin somewhere.” The cashier volunteered, “He goes there for relaxation.”
“Relaxation, eh? Where is it?”
“I wouldn’t know. It’s up in Green Canyon somewhere.”
“When Imām Muħammad Ħasan comes in, let him call police headquarters and ask for Inspector Prabhāt Deharia. Have him tell Inspector Prabhāt Deharia all he knows about Shaguftah Rashīd and her younger brother, Iqbāl Rashīd. Don’t forget. I’ll call back in a little while. What number do I call?”
The cashier gave her the number duly written in a slip.
“It’s always a pleasure seeing an efficient police officer at work.”
“Thank you.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl also smiled, “We have to handle them in this way. Otherwise they’ll start swapping gossip with us. And we’ll get nowhere. People seem to forget we have emergency calls pouring in in a steady stream. We haven’t time to dillydally, or let other people take the lead. We have to keep them on the defensive to get anywhere ever.”
“I understand.” I smiled.
We squeezed past the dance floor.
“Not the police version exactly.” I smiled, “What’s it?”
“That’s not the truth at all.”
“These organizations are actually run by Pseudo Islamic countries. They have calculatingly adopted this humiliating name to Musalmīn for the club, to defame the Hindus and their horniest Musalmān beloveds.”
“I see. So, the police also know the conspiracy behind it?”
I smiled too.
“What do you think the Pseudo Islamic countries don’t know that the police are aware of their conspiracy?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then why they are still retaining this name for the club?”
“India was the eighth most powerful country not many days before. Neither Saůūdī Årab nor Iran was anywhere in power in the suburb of India. China was second and USA was the number one. Yet, HVSI marched ahead aggressively and now HVSI is the most powerful organization on the entire globe.”
After slowly recovering from this magnificent lovemaking, I slowly put Arzumand Jahāngīr down kissing her, loving her.
“I never purchase any land in Ved Nagar. HVSI did it.” I smiled.
Our bodies were still wet and our hearts were racing.
Arzumand Jahāngīr reached up to stroke my face as I looked down at her.
“Aren’t you the lifelong Chairman of HVSI?”
“Of course, I am.” I smiled cunningly.
She knew if we ever had to end our relationship, she’d never be able to share another moment so special like this one with anyone else.
“Then why don’t you acknowledge your defeat?”
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, only because you are the top student of London School of Business, you aren’t capable enough to understand my Business Strategies.”
“Hasn’t HVSI lost Rs. One hundred crore more for the land it purchased today in auction?”
“According to its present value, isn’t it?”
“You can’t imagine its future value HVSI is planning to give it.”
“After that, it’d pay HVSI so many hundred crores more we couldn’t have gotten if that particular land was not ours.”
“What do you mean?”
“You are pleasuring yourself thinking you’ve made me pay Rs. One hundred crore more. I’m pleasuring myself thinking I’ve secured so many hundred crores more for HVSI. Paying only one hundred crore more for them is too shrewd for the rest of the Business community to understand.” I smiled triumphantly.
Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled ironically.
“You are trying to save your face, Durgesh darling, the Supreme Business Tycoon. I sympathize with you.”
“That’s keeping you all the Business Community too satisfied and happy to watch me now for my new Business Games I’m playing behind it.”*
Business Today Karachi had published that Arzumand Jahāngīr had successfully defeated me.
Yet, the other Business Dailies doubted my ostensible defeat.
‘Durgesh is too shrewd a businessman to be defeated so easily. There must be some hidden business strategy they are still unable to understand.’
“My child, you’ve successfully broken the pride of Durgesh the so called Supreme Business Tycoon, the multi zillionaire.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr was not so sure now.
“Abbū, thank you very much. But now I myself doubt my so-called victory on Durgesh. It was too easy to be genuine, I think now.”
Salīm Jahangīr laughed.
“Durgesh is dangerous.”
“Not to his women, you stupid.” Salīm Jahangīr laughed, “I wasn’t born yesterday. I know very well how to protect my daughter from the ever shrewdest businessman Durgesh.” He winked at his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān wife.*
My master plan overall had to be carried out quietly.
The minute I tried to blueprint my plans, it might defeat its own purpose.
Prices of the properties I hoped to acquire might go up beyond all reasons.
There were so many anti humanity forces that didn’t want HVSI win the battle.
All of them had their own selfish stakes.
The interests of HVSI were always against them.
It wasn’t anything that could be explained publicly.
It was detrimental to the business.
I intended to address the stockholders’ meeting.
There was entire Ārsh Sadan to support me.
Yet, what about the small stockholders?
The ones who had put some thousands of Rupees here, some thousands of Rupees there?
Weren’t they the stockholders that concededly wanted profit and action?
They didn’t know how to do business successfully.
Neither, they wanted to know it ever.
The only thing they wanted foolishly was profit and action.
I folded the newspaper, switched out lights.
I was heading for the door, when the phone rang.
I answered it.
There was some woman on the other side.
Her voice was fascinating.
Yet there was something in it that carried its own warning.
It was too syrupy smooth.
I felt I’d certainly heard it before.
“The same.” I smiled, “May I ask who is it honoring me now?”
“Come and have the full honor.” She smiled seductively, “I must see you. I have some secret information that will be of the greatest value to you.”
“I’m waiting here. Please come to let me give you proper response.” I smiled artfully.
“Shaguftah Rashīd for you.”
“I don’t think I place you.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Then honor me to let me know you personally.”
The voice of Shaguftah Rashīd grew more seductive.
“That’s why I want to meet you privately, alone, somewhere where no one will know.”
“He is capable.”
“What do you mean?”
“He is criminal minded and I suspect he is a criminal himself.”
“Want to cuckold him?”
“Why not?” Shaguftah Rashīd beamed, “It would serve the bastard right.”
“Come on. I already have a great erection for you.”
“I don’t think it would be safe. Let’s see each other at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”
“Done. See you my darling.”*
Shaguftah Rashīd smiled.
“Thank you. Go there. Register there for masked fucking.”
“That’s very good.” I beamed, “How old are you, Shaguftah Rashīd?”
Shaguftah Rashīd smirked.
“Can’t wait even until you see me yourself?”
“Nonsense! Sālī, you’ve already hardened me enough to fuck you forever.”
“I’m honored. Thank you very much for behaving with me so nice.”
“It’s my pleasure, my dear.”
“I thought you’d be cautious enough to meet me.”
Shaguftah Rashīd laughed.
“I know I do live in a glass house always with my Musalmān Beauties. Their ever jealous Musalmān husbands and other over zealous Musalmān brethren are always after us. Poor stupids don’t know they risk their ever certain cuckolding for coming between their Musalmān houseladies and me.”
Muslim, hai yeh sazā tujhé, mujhko pasand hai.”
I laughed too.
“I appreciate the spirit, my darling.”
“I can’t talk with you now any longer without making my Musalmān husband suspicious. And dangerous consequently. I don’t think it would be wise. I want to see you. I want you to fuck me to degrade my criminal minded Musalmān husband. I’m married to him only because we were Muslims. There was no question of him being a noble man too.”
“We Musalmān Beauties are grateful to you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Deeply indebted for the social service you are providing in this way to us Musalmān Beauties.”
‘N’ yé divah pr’thivyā antamāpurn māyābhirdhandām paryabhūvan,
Yujam vajram vr’shbhashchakr indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat.’
‘The persons that didn’t reach the end of celestial bodies and earth, neither chagrined by prudences the one that gives wealth all over. Vr’shabh did vajr to ‘yuj’. The controller of organs continuously milked the cows of darkness, with light.’
Shaguftah Rashīd smiled.
“We appreciate the concern, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! But not only have our appreciation we to offer to our Muħsin-e-Åāzam, Muħsin-e-Muslimāt. I have information too you should have. It is the information that you must have to protect the stockholders, protect us Musalmān Beauties, protect yourself, and save HVSI for the welfare of entire humankind. Imām Muħammad Ħasan hasn’t only succeeded in penetrating our safest fort of HVSI through some of us foolish Musalmān Beauties, he has even more proxies than you estimate. You’ve succeeded in cuckolding him, but he has accepted his cuckolding as his inevitable fate. It has made Imām Muħammad Ħasan even ever more perilous than you think.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan is a very dangerous antagonist now to us Musalmān Beauties as well as to you Hindus too. He is against his own daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s movements ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club etcetera. He is fighting desperately to control HVSI too, at least as much as he can.”
“You have to start a counter campaign.”
“Chahat uđāvani phūnki pahāđū?”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t follow you.”
“He wants to blow away mountain, Himalayas rather, by―”
“Aren’t you underestimating him too much?”
“I don’t think so.” I contradicted Shaguftah Rashīd, “Rather I think you are making a mountain out of a molehill.”
“I appreciate your self confidence yet―”
“Let’s meet. There are certain matters I can’t discuss over the mobile.”
“I can understand. I’m not dumb enough not to appreciate your position.”
“That’s very noble of you. But there are also certain matters that are not apt to be discussed in the media. The stockholders have to have faith in someone, after all. If they don’t understand it they might wind up in financial gutter even. Their holdings have multiplied so many times in value during the past years in my management. I’ve every reason to believe they’ll continue to climb, and―”
“Allah, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” the melodious female voice exclaimed, “Don’t try to sell me. I’m not imprudent enough not to understand that. Imām Muħammad Ħasan is a crook. He is trying to get at least somewhat control in HVSI. He and his friends are after manipulation of the assets of HVSI. I wouldn’t trust him two feet away for two seconds even. I want you to have the information that I have.”
“I don’t think you do perfectly. If you knew as much as I do, you’d realized that I’m in danger already just talking to you.”
“Allah, don’t act to be so innocent enough that you don’t understand these things perfectly. If you didn’t you weren’t the Supreme Business Tycoon, the multi zillionaire.” Shaguftah Rashīd said angrily, “I’m in danger of getting killed.”
Shaguftah Rashīd slammed up the telephone at her end.*
I sat on my executive chair for some minutes I’ve put the receiver on the cradle.
Shaguftah Rashīd was not her real name, I was sure now.
She was prudent enough not to use it.
Yet, there had been something in her voice, attitude and other things that carried genuineness.
It carried conviction.
I knew the necessity for caution, however.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could really go to any extent.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan did it publicly proudly even.
Yet I wasn’t sure he never felt his self respect hurt from what he was forced to do by his own Musalmān houseladies, even by his own real daughters too.
We urinated in his mouth.
We used it as our toilet too.
Nafīsah Salmān enjoyed it very much.
But even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not very much against it.
Half a dozen attempts were made to frame me during last two weeks.
I anticipated it.
In every attempt the major players were caught red handed and now they were behind the bars.
I was sixty three already.
I knew very well how they used to play these dirty games.
My infinite Bhogchakr was not letting them succeed even a bit.
They hadn’t any Bhogchakr left to them at all.
Their constant Shaktixaý they were unable to stop as they didn’t even believe in the Shaktipāt Shaktixaý principle.
The conspirators never knew I’d already reported to the higher police authorities and was acting under their constant surveillance.*
My infinite Bhogchakr had provided me infinite intelligence too.
It had already made the higher authorities favorable to me.
Due to my every day ten times multiplying infinite Bhogchakr they couldn’t go against me ever.
They didn’t know anything about it.
Even if they were told they believed it was a superstition of the foolish Hindus.
So they couldn’t have an antithesis against it.
I was never afraid of any unpleasant newspaper notoriety even.
Ved, Divý Itihās, the vast history of the ever shrewdest Bachhalyās, Hindu history, and Mahā Bhārat etcetera had already made me shrewd enough to change every unpleasant newspaper notoriety even, in my favor with not more tremendous efforts.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā was always with me if I was never against humanity, and ever active in doing favors to it instead.
Let the atheists laugh at it imagining it my superstition.
Why should I worry when I never suffered in having faith in it?
I always believed in results.
Never in gossips and the foolish blind superstitions of the atheists.
I laughed at them.
In my opinion only atheists could be so blind, impractical and imprudent.
None of any practical persons could be ever so unwise.
I waited for fifteen minutes.
Then I again switched out the lights, saw that the night latch was on the door, and went down in the elevator.*
A small, leather backed memorandum book was in his left hand.
A pencil was behind his right ear.
Frowning at the interruption, Muħammad Ůsmān looked up.
It took him an effort to manage a smile as he saw Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Hello, Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza,” Muħammad Ůsmān tried to beam at her, “Your precious sex sessions with the Supreme Business Tycoon, the Multi Zillionaire, Durgesh, have started to produce their miraculous results to you I think. I couldn’t hear you drive up.”
“Where’s Ruqayyah Bājī?” she asked him curtly.
“Upstairs my dear.” Muħammad Ůsmān smiled at her over doing his welcome contemptuously, “Where else?”
“No. She is lying there reading.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah avoided the discussion.
“I want to see you.”
“You are most welcome my lady.”
“Don’t exaggerate it.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said tartly, “you look ridiculous.”
She paused in the doorway, turned and said,
“When you are figuring the race horses, Muħammad Ůsmān, don’t think you have to fall all over yourself putting out of sight just because I happen to walk in unannounced.”
Muħammad Ůsmān flushed.
They make them smarter than Musalmīn too.
They are never interested in sex with them only.
They make them educated, sophisticated and financially independent too.
They shamelessly say:
‘Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash.’
Durgesh has made them multimillionaires at least.
The Musalmīn are left so much far behind now.
Muħammad Ůsmān tried to save his face laughing and saying somewhat sheepishly, guiltily, awkwardly, shamefacedly,
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah climbed the stairs to where her elder sister lay in bed leisurely.
She punished him suitably.
“You are a slave for Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah from now on, Muħammad Ůsmān. We promise it to keep to us if you cooperate with us. If you don’t, the movie of what happened here today will be released in the global theaters of Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club and Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. It’s up to you now what your future would be. As far as the future of Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is concerned she is safe now in my nude Hindu lap forever.”
A rose-shaded reading lamp was fastened to the head of the bed.
It was ‘Årab Maha Bhārat’.
The room was filled with a soft, rosy glow.
“I thought you wouldn’t come now.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was grave.
“I can’t afford not to come. I was detained actually. How’s everything today?”
“It maybe his act only.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah warned her, “Muħammad Ůsmān is not so dumb as he wants the others to believe. Never forget he was the person who wanted to murder you for your money.”
“How can I? The bastard has to payback for it for the rest of his life.”
“You were always right, Fātimah, that the bastard was after my money. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you first.”
“But thanks Allah that your subconscious believed me, otherwise you wouldn’t have jumped out from the car successfully as soon as you realized there was something wrong in your Musalmān husband’s attitude.”
“Your warning saved me, Fātimah.”
“You are right.”
“What’s the book?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“How many times you’d read it?”
“Durgesh is the only writer I love to read now again and again.”
“Bājī, you hated his writing once.”
“Yes, what a fool I was. I thought he writes against us.”
“And now what?”
“You know.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“Now Durgesh is the only writer I love to read ever. But he isn’t an abundant writer, Fātimah. He must write more. He is the only writer that understands our problems, our society, our religion and our needs as accurate as even we don’t do.”
“You are right.”
“He must write more.”
“He says he tries his best but he has other things to do as well.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“My blind loyalty to him is gone forever, Fātimah. Don’t worry. I want to punish him forever now. That’s all. Otherwise I’d have turned him to the police.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.
“Nonsense. She wouldn’t be ever. She says only Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī deserves the honor.”
Kħadījah Muħammad was startled.
“Why not?” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD asked curtly.
“Bājī, you don’t mean it seriously, do you?” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed, “You are joking. Aren’t you?”
“Absolutely not. I’m dead serious.” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD declared firmly.
Kħadījah Muħammad hesitated.
“Why not you?”
“Because I lack to qualify.”
“What do you mean? We both are PhD.”
“But I never outexcelled you in politics, did I ever?”*
Abruptly the King’s voice was gone.
Through the perforated holes of the loudspeaker box came a faint tearing sound.
It was as if some canvas being ripped.
Then there was a tinny whine, and then the ear splitting falsetto crackle of static, and then dead silence.
Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz had reached forward.
She placed a hand on the microphone box as if to steady it.
Then quietly she spoke into the box.
“Your Majesty― hello, your Royal Majesty, we cannot hear you. We have lost you. Try again. Please try again.”
Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz remained immobilized.
Her cocked head was listening for a response.
But there was no sound.
Her hand shook on the microphone box slightly.
“Muåīn, this is Al Ibādat here. Can you hear me?”
The loudspeaker stood mute.
Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz stared at it a moment.
Then she looked about the room at the others:
“I think we’ve been disconnected. We’ll have to get him back.”
General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was already on her feet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s movements ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club etcetera had forced the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz to surrender to the popular demands of the globe wide followers of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
The appointment of General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was the result of it.
Not only it, there were so many drastic changes also in Saůūdī Årab administrations.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was succeeding miraculously.
She was already on the road to establish democracy not only in Saůūdī Årab but in the entire Islamic countries as well.
“Let me get hold of the Signal Corps.” She was saying, “This happens from time to time with the mechanical unscrambler. I’ll have them track the trouble down. We’ll be hooked up again in a few minutes.”
She wasn’t as sure as General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was.
She has ultimately succeeded in destroying the age old autonomy of Al Sauds.
They say Durgesh was not behind it.
It was done by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her movements ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, and her millions of the followers themselves.
It was only the political drama to immobilize the supporters of Al Sauds.
King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz has voluntary retired.
He has received more than he could have in all his lifetime.
Why then he had wanted to face Islamic terrorists?
He wasn’t fool enough.*
Her Abbū had lost his wife ab initio when his nikāħ was in execution.
She demanded Durgesh and Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās provided her.
Al Furqān Al Wahāb had threatened to disclose his secrets otherwise.
Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās couldn’t afford it.
It was a miracle he had succeeded in convincing Al Furqān Al Wahāb to sleep with him too as I couldn’t be available to her all the time.
She was shrewd enough to understand the trend when Al Saåūds started to lose.
Gradually the things were turning beyond their control.
She was prudent enough to understand sooner or later the Al Saåūds had to go.
She joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan secretly when she was invited.
Even King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz didn’t know it.
General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz called the department of Army.
She reported the communication failure.
Barking her displeasure, General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz demanded that the line to her Commander in Chief be restored.
General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was still on telephone.*
She found the green silent butler, and began to move about the Cabinet table.
The Cabinet table was also a new development.
Here and there, around the table, the participants in the conference call had shifted positions on their chairs to discuss the King’s opinion on what had happened so far at the Islamic Countries Conference and what must be done about it.
Was it true Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Svarūpé avasthānam, her ultimate synchronization with her original body in absolute space, has taken place?
She couldn’t decide.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admitted that she hated to make concessions on the important Minorities Rehabilitation Program.
It was being debated by the Labor and Public Welfare Committee.
Yet, it might be necessary still.
As soon as the connection was made again with Islamic Countries Conference, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar would ask the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz how much he concede to the opposition floor leader, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, in return for Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s full support of Joint Senate.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was saying that any weakness that the Saůūdī Årab Government displayed in Islamic Countries Conference, would immediately aggravate Pseudo Musalmīn protest groups in Saůūdī Årab.
Nafīsah Salmān wouldn’t accept this.
She tried to reduce Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī to the role of uninformed outsider.
The clergyman was once her husband, actually still now legally, as there wasn’t any divorce between them legally.
“Of course,” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar pushed herself somewhat backward and unzipped me shamelessly, rather boldly.
She brought out my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis and kissed it passionately.
I closed my eyes in heavenly pleasure,
“Thank you, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.”
“Nonsense, it’s my pleasure.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admonished me.
“You are thirty only, my darling.”
“So what? You are thirty two yourself. We make a perfect Ashvinātam Couple, the trend of the age now.”
“Thank you. However you are mistaken. I’m sixty two.”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar laughed.
“Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan warned me.”
“Why do I do what?” I asked somewhat curtly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was already influencing her.
It was not good.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said that to you?”
“I never rejected her claim to be so.”
“You are not happy with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”
“And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is an impediment in it?”
“She is deliberately trying to keep away them, obstinate to replace them with twenty eights and thirties.”
“Allah Allah! Angry young man, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loves you very much, and so do I.”
“So do me too. Yet I abominate the way Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is trying to compel me to fuck twenty eights and thirties only.”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar threw her head back and laughed.
She was playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis now delightfully.
“Sālī, Badmåsh, who are you with, actually, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan or me?” I smiled controlling myself now.
What was the use, after all?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was incurable.
She reviled her Ammī Nafīsah Salmān.
She was sucking it now hungrily.
“I don’t think you miss your husband very much. I’m replacing him without any much effort on my side.”
“Should I really miss the bastard?”
I winked at her.
“Hey, don’t try to tease me. You know very well what I mean. I thought it would never come that he would leave us ever.”
I wasn’t taken aback.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled.
I didn’t say anything.
I kept smiling only.
“We were fed up of him. He was too religious to be a normal husband. Musalmīn are stupid enough―”
I raised my right hand.
“I know how stupid the Musalmīn are. You the four are given a nice settlement.”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled.
“Well, let’s get on with it. Make it official, Durgesh darling.”
I was unsettled somewhat.
I pulled myself together.
Then I drew the document across the desk closer to me.
I took a moment to compose myself.
“Would you like me to read the deed of settlement to you, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar? It’s a short testament. You should have heard it fully before you signed it. I told you to do so.”
“That was not our goal. We wanted to get rid of him. The settlement was secondary.”*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Durgesh Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī
Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī
Durgesh Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb
I was an eternal optimist at heart, and I never regretted it.
That was why I was able to accept my Live in Relationship Partner Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s proposal that we take her newly divorced Ammī Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb with us on our ‘second honeymoon’ to Las Vegas.
It wasn’t that I couldn’t stand Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb.
Not at all: it was only that the whole idea of the trip was for it to put the fiery passion back into my damn marriage.
Something that I felt was sadly on the wane!
But Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī was determined to bring Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb along and have a good time with her.
so I felt that the best course of action that I could take was to simply give in and let her get what she wanted.
Still hopeful that I could spend at least some of the two-week holiday alone with my extremely beautiful Live in Relationship Partner, I decided that I’d better call the 5-star hotel that we’d booked into in Las Vegas and inform them of our change of situation.
The helpful young woman who took my call regretfully informed me that the hotel was completely booked out for the entire length of our stay and said that there was little chance that Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb could get a room for herself.
She did let me know that they were more than willing to set up a single bed in our room.
I thanked her.
Then I hung up.
As soon I put the telephone down on the receiver, I swore profusely, and had to fight back the urge to put my fist through the wall beside me.
I thought I’d had things all planned out perfectly.
Then my Live in Relationship Partner and my Ammī-in-law had screwed every-thing up!
Why do these women never understand what their man really wants, and when?
And even if when they understand why do they act as if they don’t understand at all anything?
Yet, there was no point in staying angry now.
It would only serve to make everything even worse.
I decided to bear it all as best as I possibly could, because that was all I could really do.
On the morning of the big day, the day that we were flying out to Las Vegas from New York City, I woke up in a very pleasant and somewhat unusual manner: to the sensations of my beautiful 21-year-old Live in Relationship Partner Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī sucking off my big, fat 8.5″ Uncut Hindu Prick.
Her long, billowing golden-blonde hair hung in tresses all around her pretty young Musalmān face and my midsection as she ravenously gulped up my thick, gooey creamy-white pre-cum, and lavishly licking at the underside of my bulging Hindu fuck-rod.
Opening her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth up as wide as she could, Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī managed to take almost the entire Hindu shaft of my throbbing, blood-red ramrod down her tight, convulsive throat.
With her right hand, she was able to squeeze and fondle my cum-heavy ball-sacs till I was groaning with rapturous ashvinātam pleasure.
She had one hell of a technique with her blowjobs!
What an expertise she was at her twenty-one only!
The Musalmān Beauties had developed an outstanding proficiency in keeping me almost obsessed with them, nowadays; due to Kħadījah Muħammad’s, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s, Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr’s and their countless other utmost loyal female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān lieutenants.
Her tongue touched me in all the right places.
It was a truly wondrous experience every time she gave me head and was something I’m sure I’d never tire of as long as I lived.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, you’re so fucking good with your only twenty one years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, baby!” I moaned in orgasmic fervour, grabbing Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī roughly by her long hair and ramming my Uncut Hindu Cock almost brutally in and out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth without any regard for anything else but my own gratification.
Soon I had her gagging on my monstrous prong, thick streams of her clear, gleaming saliva pouring out of her strained mouth every time I almost pulled out running down over my hairy testes and upper thighs.
She looked so raunchy with my huge Hindu tool jammed down her Musalmān throat and her pretty ruby-red lips wrapped around my meaty pile-driver, looking up at me with those deep China blue eyes of hers in sweet, tender ashvinātam love.
Although my self-centred need to get off was choking her and starving her of oxygen, Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī still wanted me to climax.
Finally, I orgasmed, squirting two long, thick spurts of white Uncut Hindu Cock-sauce into Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s open, willing Musalmān mouth, which she then quickly swallowed down her throat with a few quick gulping motions.
Then when I had finally stopped cumming Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī slowly cracked a slight smile.
“Well, looks like somebody enjoyed their early-morning surprise!” my Live in Relationship Partner said with a good-natured chuckle.
Within moments, my somewhat deflated Hindu pecker was beginning to rise again to the occasion, something that Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī sure didn’t fail to miss.
“Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah!! Subħān Allah!! You are an eager beaver this morning, aren’t you? Well, since I don’t know if we’ll be able to get much screwing done over the next couple of weeks, I suppose you can have a go at my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān snatch!”
I had to smile to myself when Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī rose up until she was level with me and then swung her right leg up over my midsection, slowly working herself into position so that she could slide herself down onto my thick, rigid Hindu man-meat.
She wanted to fuck just as much if not more than I did.
But things changed real quick once I actually slid my huge Hindu phallus into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān snatch – Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī always transferred into a Uncut Hindu Cock-starved Musalmān sexual deviant, willing to do things any way, anyhow, just as long as it felt good to the parties involved.
And talk about a gutter-mouth….
She kissed me hungrily on the lips as she hiked her thin, sheer white negligee up around her waist and lowered herself slowly down onto my aching Uncut Hindu Prick.
She felt the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock nuzzle at Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s soaking wet extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy-lips.
Then it slowly slid into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt as she lowered her body down onto my own.
It was a truly heavenly experience for me, causing me to let out a mighty roar of ashvinātam orgasmic delight as she took me in to the limit.
She then squeezed my Uncut Hindu Dick with the muscles of her skilled young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Vagina, milking my Uncut Hindu Cock as though she had a hand down there between her legs squeezing me.
I groaned in ashvinātam ecstasy into Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s open mouth as she rode my throbbing sex-organ at her own frenzied pace.
It drove me wild when Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī would grind and gyrate her hips.
My aching Uncut Hindu Prick was buried deepest inside her gaping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān fuck hole.
It was squeezing the big Uncut Hindu Cock jammed deepest up her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.
She drove her right hand down to her budding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Clitoris and frigged her sex-nub with furious intensity, shaking and moaning lustfully as her entire being was swept up in her own mighty climax.
I thrust my blood-red Uncut Hindu Dick in and out of my Live in Relationship Partner’s sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt with all the brutal, animalistic Hindu passion that I could muster.
I was feeding thus the flames of Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s desire with my primal Hindu lust, and soon enough could feel my second release for the morning building up inside of me.
I pounded her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy with everything I had, causing her to buck and thrash on top of me as she rode my Uncut Hindu Cock like a sex-crazed Musalmān cowgirl.
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
She was shaking uncontrollably as her second orgasm flooded through her entire body.
“Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah!! Subħān Allah!! you fuck me so well! you fuck my tight extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy, you dirty stinking Hindu ! Make me cum so hard with your huge Uncut Hindu Cock pounding my dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān fuck hole. Oh yes, that’s it, give it to me!” Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī babbled.
I reached up with both hands and pulled her negligee down to expose her full, luscious 36C cup breasts.
Suddenly I was squeezing and fondling their firm ripeness as I drove up into Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān twat.
I teased and tweaked her full, dark brown nipples, twisting the hard nubs of her pointed teats till my Live in Relationship Partner let out a grasp of ashvinātam pleasure-pain, something that my outwardly-wholesome young Live in Relationship Partner really got off on when we fucked.
I loved her tits.
They had to be one of Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s best assets.
“Do you want me to fuck you in the ass, Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī? I know you do, you’re always in the mood for a good old buggering after I ream your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt for a while. Tell me, you filthy little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tramp, is that what you want? Do you want me to jam this big fucking Uncut Hindu Dick up your tight crap-hole, and fuck your anal passage till it’s all red and gaping open? Is that what you want, to feel my Hindu jism shoot into the depths of your Musalmān bowels, you dirty fucking Musalmān slut?” I said in the sternest voice I could manage under the circumstances, with my highly aroused Uncut Hindu Cock still jammed in my Live in Relationship Partner’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.
Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī didn’t have to say a word.
I could tell simply by looking up into her eyes that that was exactly what she wanted me to do.
Taking control of the situation, I pulled my cum-covered Hindu prong out of my loving Live in Relationship Partner’s dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt and flipped her over onto the over side of the king-sized bed, forcing her onto her stomach with her ample Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān rear end sticking up in the air towards me.
I quickly shoved my Uncut Hindu Lund in between the cheeks of her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass and proceeded to give my Live in Relationship Partner a good old anal-rimming with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Tasting the tangy spunk from her bum-hole on my Uncut Hindu Cock got me even more aroused than I already was from getting one hell of a good blowjob and fucking her tight extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy for at least ten minutes.
Therefore, I decided to be brief with the preliminaries.
When I was confident that I’d lubricated her back door enough to slide my bulging red Uncut Hindu Cock-meat into her crapper, more confidently and with more aggressive Hindu lust.
I quickly got up onto my knees behind Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī and slowly guided the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick to the lotion-drenched entrance of her extremely beautiful gorgeous perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.
Pushing gently into her back-hole, I felt a real tight restriction from the outer ring of Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s extremely beautiful gorgeous perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.
But I managed to push on past all the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān constrictiveness, with a little bit of determined Hindu force, and slid all 8.5″ of my hard Uncut Hindu Cock into her ultra-tight extremely beautiful gorgeous perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.
It felt like fucking a virgin every time I rammed Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s extremely beautiful gorgeous perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.
It wasn’t however, on a regular basis but wasn’t all that uncommon either.
In addition, it was something that Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī loved very much after her vaginal sex with me.
I tried to make her more and vaginal.
Yet when she disclosed to me that it was one of the main reasons, she left her over-religious Musalmān husband, Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī, I was stunned,
“Tahajjud, you mean”
I immediately changed my attitude.
“Well, what’s there to understand?” Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī furiously argued with me, “We do love it. That’s all. Why isn’t it enough for you immensely hypocrite males? Why do you think it’s unnatural? It’s not, I say. I want to argue on it with you till I do exist and all my ashvinātam anal pleasure loving Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān girlfriends too.”
“Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī!”
“What do you think about gay males and bisexual males?”
“Only that I don’t belong to those categories.” I said being angry somewhat.
“Yet those categories do exist. Don’t they?”
“Similarly, why can’t there be a category of women also, who love all kinds of sex including anal sex too?”
“Well, I never refused that possibility. When did I?”
“Never. I do acknowledge it. But then what’s the problem there? Why can’t you put my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends and me too in that category? And why can’t you respect our physical needs too, as the physical needs of the gay males and bisexual males are respected, and legal now, in every sophisticated modern country?”***
I managed to reach around between the two of us and diddle Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s blood-gorged clit, making her grunt and groan with lustful pleasure.
She redoubled her driving thrusts back against my Uncut Hindu Dick as I drove into her, so my Uncut Hindu Cock was buried in her Musalmān crap-hole as far as it could possibly go.
Soon she was wailing and hollering at the top of her lungs as her third orgasm tore through her, and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt shot out a long, spurting explosion of clear girl-cum when she went off.
As my Live in Relationship Partner came with my big Uncut Hindu Dick shoved right up her Musalmān a-hole, I began to slowly build up my own tempo, working my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her bung-hole with more speed while pushing into her tight little rear as far as I could with every in-stroke.
Well, I was also enjoying it now.
I had to.
He had congratulated me personally,
I smiled at him.
“In fact, I thank you instead.” Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī said.
“I can understand you, my friend.” I said gravely.
“Well, we haven’t another option, my friend. Our religion requires us to bear with them until we can’t civilize them.”
“Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt?” Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī smiled.
“You know about it?” I smiled too.
“Well, it’s not the Chief Principle of Hinduism.”
“Okay. Though I don’t agree with you, let’s say it’s one of the main principles of Hinduism.” Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī laughed.
“We Musalmīn believe that actually ‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt’ is the actually main principle of Hinduism. ‘Kr’ñvanto Vishvamāryam’, ‘Dharm Santānam’, ‘Dharm Sansthāpan’, is actually your front only so that you can face the charges of non Hindus that the Hindus are always after non Hindu Beauties. It’s Hindus’ actual Mission of Life/Existence. Eat drink and be marry.”
Even though she had cum only a minute or two beforehand, I soon had Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī screaming at the top of her lungs from her fourth orgasm that morning, and my own release was also imminent.
I didn’t try to hold back my own climax, feeling it swell up from deep inside me and explode out of my Hindu male body through my throbbing, pulsating Uncut Hindu Prick.
My Uncut Hindu Dick-batter soon filled up Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s stretched, thoroughly fucked crap-hole till it was overflowing.
For the time being, temporarily, I wanted nothing more than to rest up for a little while.
Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī snuggled up against me, resting her head in the crook of my arm.
She was covered in sweat, the same as I was, but had a contented smile on her gorgeous young face that I couldn’t help but find infectious.
I loved the feel of her ample tits pressing up against the left side of my body.
I sure wasn’t going to tell her to ease off any time soon.
“Thank-you for this,” Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī said softly into my ear, and then she slid her tongue in to lick out a bit of my earwax. “Thank-you for letting my Ammī come along with us. I know this was meant to be our special holiday together, but my newly divorced Ammī, Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb, needs to be with me right now, and I want to be there to help her through this rough time in her life.”
“Baby, I’m just happy that you’re happy,” I replied, kissing her tenderly on top of her head.
That, I knew deep in my heart, was the absolute truth.
I was willing to do whatever it took for my lovely Live in Relationship Partner Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī, even if it meant that I was shacking up with one of my in-laws for the holidays.
And I was in a much better frame of mind on the first morning of our two-week vacation after some really hot, frantic sex with my Uncut Hindu Cock-crazy young Live in Relationship Partner.
After all, Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī gave me vaginal sex also, as much as I needed.
Well, I could give her as much anal sex as she needed from me, until I could civilize her more.
Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī couldn’t give it to her.
He was too sophisticated, too religious, too ardent a practicing Musalmān.
I was also too sophisticated, too religious, too ardent a practicing Hindu.
Consequently, I had to give it to her and adjust with her until she was more civilized.
It was my Gr’hasth Āshram after all, my Tapovan, my field of sacrifices, severities, as well as my field of enjoyment, consumption, too.*
She worked out at her local gym and ran 4 miles each day.
Although I was maintained my Live in Relationship with her daughter and loved Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī very much, the two of us flirted incessantly whenever my Live in Relationship Partner wasn’t around.
One thing that Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb had over her daughter, Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī, was the size of her breasts.
I’m not complaining about my Live in Relationship Partner’s tits, no way it was only that Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb’s 38DD cup chest-coconuts were unavoidable.
She still had a very pretty, mature face that I found very endearing, with light green eyes that I found mesmerizing every time I looked into their depths and full, ruby-red lips that I found myself yearning to kiss.
It was wrong to feel that way about one’s own Ammī-in-law, I knew that, but I couldn’t help the way that I felt about her.
Well, so many of my Ammīs-in-law were themselves maintaining their Live in Relationship with me, along with their daughters too.
True, most of them were not my Ammīs-in-law when they started their Live in Relationship with me.
Their daughters made them my Ammīs-in-law afterwards, in most cases.
But in some cases it was vice versa as well.
Here it was again the same, it it would happen, ultimately.
Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb had short platinum-blonde hair stylishly cut and combed in a pixie-style that always had my hormones a-flowing.
With a huge, juicy-looking round great Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass I was just dying to squeeze and fondle, Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb had a truly spectacular, voluptuous figure that any red-blooded Hindu would’ve lusted after.
She had long, slim legs that just drove me crazy with desire.
It took all of my willpower to keep my hands off her.
Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb had a warm, friendly vibe about her that everyone seemed to notice as soon as they met her and got on very well with almost everyone that she met.
Her only vice, however, was alcohol.
In addition, of course it was a great vice.
Alcohol had broken most of the marriages in West already.
Alcohol had made incest respected even among most of the Westerners.
Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb couldn’t say no to the drink.
It seemed to rule over her life.
I loved my Ammī-in-law immensely and wanted Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb to be happy.
She needed to get on with her life, putting both her loser of an ex-husband and the alcohol behind her, but it was all really up to Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb herself to make the effort and have a go at moving on.
We met Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb at the airport without much fuss at all and managed to get through Security.
It was extremely tight after 9/11.
The plane was half an hour late, but we finally got on-board and got airborne, heading southwest towards Vegas, America’s gambling Mecca.
Not the best place for Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb to be travelling to if she was going to kick drinking booze.
However, it was too late to back out of things now!
We quickly got down to having fun as soon as we arrived at our Las Vegas hotel, as it was a very bright and sunny day and it had just passed 12 noon.
The Musalmān ladies quickly decided to get changed into their bathing suits and head on down to the swimming pools out the side of the 5-star resort.
I promised to join them later but wanted to get unpacked and have a juice by myself before getting into the holiday spirit.
While the two Musalmān Beauties went into the large bedroom to get changed into their swimwear, I went over to the oak wood bar to fix myself a glass of juice.
I drank back and I was filling up the glass again when Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī and her Ammī Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb came out of the bedroom.
Both were dressed in the skimpiest little G-string bikinis I had ever seen.
My Uncut Hindu Lund immediately saluted both of them.
And I sympathized with my Uncut Hindu Prick.
I couldn’t believe how tiny the Musalmān ladies’ triangular patches of swimwear were over their private parts.
In addition, I even noticed that both of them had a severe case of camel-toe as their bikini briefs were riding up their meaty awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy-slits.
With a massive Hindu boner thrusting up against my pants, I stayed behind the bar so that Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī and Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb wouldn’t notice my state of arousal.
I was even more so.
I felt a twitch of arousal course through my body, as I imagined the two hot Musalmān broads walking around down by the pool, with their formidable Musalmān assets so openly displayed for the entire world to see.
Moreover, it really turned me on to think about all the Hindus who were going to get stiff as a board in their pants when they saw the Ammī/daughter pair.
Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī‘s little swimsuit was dark purple in color.
It barely covered the bits that had to be covered for decency’s sake.
Even I could only bear it because Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī was not my duly married wife.
She was Live in Relationship Partner only.
Her Ammī Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb wore the same type of swimmers but in the light orange color.
It could easily be understood why she was divorced now.
No man that had any self-respect left in him, could bear himself being humiliated for his wife is so liberal to others in public.
Her poor ex-husband.
I sympathized with him too.
Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb’s mammoth tits were barely contained by her bikini bra, and I couldn’t help but gawk at my Ammī-in-law despite the fact that my Live in Relationship Partner Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī was right in front of me.
“You like, I see,” Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī commented wryly, staring into my eyes then glancing down at my lap, behind the bar and out of her sight.
And I could tell that Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī was excited about it.
They were enjoying the fact that I was horny as hell and gagging to fuck them both.
I felt it in my Hindu bones.
They were having a fun old time teasing and flaunting themselves in front of me.
Suddenly, I was looking upon this entire vacation in a totally different light.
This could just turn out to be the most fantastic two weeks of my life!
I thought hopefully to myself as I realized that Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī was encouraging her own Ammī to flaunt her wares to get me all riled up.
Suddenly, I snapped.
With Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb right standing right beside my Live in Relationship Partner, I walked straight around the bar and went over to Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī.
I bravely unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down around my knees, so that my achingly hard Uncut Hindu Prick was pushing out against my underwear.
I grabbed my Live in Relationship Partner around her waist and pulled her body against me.
My Live in Relationship Partner, Durdānah Sheikħ’s two daughters, Tawħīd Afzal and Furqān Afzal, had always been close from the time they were little girls.
And though they did have disagreements at times like most sisters do, for the most part, they were inseparable.
My Live in Relationship Partner, Durdānah Sheikħ, and I had been quite young when her girls came along.
My Live in Relationship Partner, Durdānah Sheikħ, was eighteen when Tawħīd Afzal had been born.
Furqān Afzal came along three years later, six months after My Live in Relationship Partner, Durdānah Sheikħ, and I had gotten together since Durdānah Sheikħ’s husband, Muħammad Afzal Aurangzeb, could not believe Durdānah Sheikħ was my friend yet she didn’t have any sexual relationship with me.
Durdānah Sheikħ had shouted,
“You are crazy, Muħammad Afzal Aurangzeb. I never wanted to work. You insisted”
“Yessss! ” Muħammad Afzal Aurangzeb hissed in quite desperate indignation, “I insisted you should work, not you should have an affair with your Hindu employer.”
“He is hyper sexual.” Muħammad Afzal Aurangzeb thundered.
It was Ved Nagar, the utmost recent, utmost modern, City on the globe.
It was a knot of people gathering outside the brilliantly lighted Ashvinātam EV door.
It was one of the offices of many political departments that lined the ground levels solidly in this section.
I asked the nearest person in an automatic tone of authority,
“What’s going on?”
The Musalmān Beauty I addressed was standing on tiptoe, said,
“Allah, yā Allah! Damned if I know. I just got here.”
Someone else said excitedly,
“They got those blasphemous Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs in there. It’s the hell now. They have gone beyond every limit.”
“They are trying the patience of the Musalmīn since the Musalmīn lost their political power.” A Mullah said indignantly, “Now they are fucking our thoroughly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties so openly. What more we need to witness. The Qayāmat has come, I say.”
“Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr is right.” Someone shouted.
“I think maybe they’ll throw them out here. Allah, yā Allah! I’d like to take them apart.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me,
“They are politically motivated.”
“What do you mean?”
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smiled peacefully.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,
I plunged into the crowd,
“Let me through. Let me through. I have my own office too, here.”
They made way.
I caught words behind me,
“…take them apart. They don’t deserve to live anymore now. Split them down separate from each other.”
And someone else laughed.
I turned a little cold.
Ved Nagar, the City, was the acme of efficiency.
Yet it made demands of its inhabitants too.
Doubtlessly some of the Musalmīn were angry as their favourite political party so far, Congress was losing its every game politically constantly since Anna Hazare had emerged as a mass leader in India.
Almost all of the educated Musalmīn even were criticizing UPA 2 now.
Even its resignation and announcement of Midterm 2012 had not solved its problems.
One after another every dirty political game the Congress had played so far had been exposed.
UPA 2 couldn’t purchase entire media persons this time.
There were so many patriotic true newshound media persons too who refused to be sold out.
There was no Somnāth Chatterjī too who could save UPA 2, as Somnāth Chatterjī had saved UPA 1, ignoring shamelessly all the evidences of Cash for Vote.
I remembered the desperate shameless rally of Congress when UPA 2 was compelled to resign by a grand mass movement of Anna Hazare.
But there was no gain for Congress.
Even its desperate rally failed miserably.
The Court had declared the winning of ‘No Confidence Motion’ by UPA 1, was illegal.
As PV Narsingh Rao’s government was guilty in the matter of Jharkhand, so was the UPA 1 government too.
UPA 2, consequently, had no other alternative except to resign and announce Midterm 2012.***
The interior of the Office was emptier than the street outside.
The Office Manager, with commendable foresight, had thrown the Ashvinātam E.V. door early in the game.
It had prevented potential troublemakers from entering successfully.
It also kept the principals in the argument from leaving.
It was important to abate the notorious political activities of the losers.
I got through the Ashvinātam E.V. door fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She was on her fours.
The Office Manager ran to us instantly.
Muħammad Naåīm Ħasan was the Office Manager here.
He had called Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
He was talking loudly,
“Bājī, my Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs are hired by me under thoroughly constitutional and legal permission from the competent government authorities and court. All of them have all the necessary legal degrees in Eīshān Vigyān and legal papers that they are authorized to work in such a capacity. I am perfectly within my constitutional and legal rights.”
There were three Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs at the rear of the department.
The Shaktimān Hindus were aged somewhere around thirty years.
The Musalmān Beauties were also on their fours.
Six beautiful Musalmān ladies were standing near the Ashvinātam E.V. door.
The political grandstanders were smart enough not to include Musalmān males in them.
Yet a quite large number of such Musalmīn was outside, not permitted, unsuccessful, to enter.
“All right, now,” said I, crisply, “what’s going on? What’s all the fuss about?”
“My wife, Durdānah Sheikħ has been permitted here to work, not to get fucked by you.” Muħammad Afzal Aurangzeb shouted at me.
“Who is fucking your wife, Durdānah Sheikħ?” I asked patiently, “Answer me without shouting. Otherwise the police guards here would arrest you. Understand?”
Muħammad Afzal Aurangzeb was pre-determined to make a scene.
He was paid to do so.
But he was not paid to be arrested even.
So, he cooled down somewhat.
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Zaynab bint Åāmir turned around and knelt up.
I stood behind her and slowly began to push my huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Ohhhhhhh, My Gawd!!Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! ….it is so huge.” Zaynab bint Åāmir moaned. “Give it to me Durgesh…all of it.” She pleaded….”Yesssssss! Yessssss! I didn’t realize what I was missing all this time with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī. This is all I want from now on, a Man Size Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock. Yessssss!”
“Look at that, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. See that huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock disappear in your wife’s hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed. “That’s what your wife needed all along, listen to her Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, she loves it.”
Kħadījah Muħammad jerked on the leash attached to the nipple clamps and forced Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s face so it was only a floor so from Zaynab bint Åāmir ‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. “You like seeing and hearing Durgesh’s huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out of your wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. Don’t you, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr? Listen to that sound, it’s Zaynab bint Åāmir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt sucking on that unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock of my Hindu Live in relationship partner Durgesh.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr could only stare and nod as my glistening gigantic unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock disappeared again and again in his wife Zaynab bint Åāmir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I was smiling as I buried my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in Zaynab bint Åāmir and then paused and looked over at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, your wife sure has a tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. It feels so good squeezing my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock. Too bad, you’re never going to get, to have, that feeling again, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.”
“Oh Gawd, Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Subħān Allah! Måshā Allah! Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr…. Durgesh Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt is so much bigger than you…it’s fantastic. I’ll never be satisfied with your little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī , Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. Guess your fucking days are over.” Zaynab bint Åāmir gasped as I began thrusting my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in and out again.
I kept up a steady rhythm for what seemed like forever.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr couldn’t imagine I hadn’t cum yet.
Zaynab bint Åāmir kept begging for more, and then would moan and gasp as I kept up the steady rhythm as my Massive Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock would disappear in her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Then I began really to pump my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in and out faster and faster, driving it all the way to the base…
Over and over it disappeared in and out, in and out.
Then Zaynab bint Åāmir began to gasp and moan, then she let out a piercing yell….
“ALLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH….Yesssssssssssssssssssss. Fuck me Durgesh! Fuck me! …..ALLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
Faster, Faster…….Oh Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I am cumming.. Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Don’t stop. Faster.. Faster…Yesssssssssss.”
Zaynab bint Åāmir pitched forward her mouth open gasping for air.
I collapsed onto her back……and sighed.
Then I looked over at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as Kħadījah Muħammad pulled hard us, so I was closer as I lay on top of Zaynab bint Åāmir’s back……
Kħadījah Muħammad, Zaynab bint Åāmir and I laughed together.
After several minutes I slowly rose.
My huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock was still hard and swollen.
I walked over to where Kħadījah Muħammad had Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Kħadījah Muħammad pulled Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr so he was bent over and Zaynab bint Åāmir waved my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s face.
Kħadījah Muħammad said.
“Here, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, lick Durgesh clean, now that you’re an experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock sucker, and show Zaynab bint Åāmir you’ll do anything for us.”
Then Zaynab bint Åāmir pushed my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s mouth and made Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr suck it clean.
Kħadījah Muħammad swung the leather paddle a couple times hitting Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s tattoo to make sure he was doing a good job.
Zaynab bint Åāmir still breathing hard sat glassy eyed, staring, as Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr licked and sucked my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.
“That was fantastic Durgesh!” Zaynab bint Åāmir managed to pant. “You sure were right, Kħadījah Muħammad. Durgesh sure knows how to use that Magnificent Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock of his, and he Lasts Forever.”
I smiled and looked down at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr sucking my now semi-hard unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.
Zaynab bint Åāmir managed to laugh and said.
“You’ve been officially cuckolded Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. Now you belong to Zaynab bint Åāmir, Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh.”
Kħadījah Muħammad also laughed and ordered.
“Now you get to show how good you are at being a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt cleaner. I want Zaynab bint Åāmir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to be squeaky clean, next time Durgesh fucks her. So get busy cleaning her out, and don’t miss any.”
I also participated in the game.
I had to.
To keep both of them trust me in future also, as they trusted me now.
“I think Kħadījah Muħammad would like to use you as her little fuck slut while you clean up Zaynab bint Åāmir. I’ll catch my breath before I do Kħadījah Muħammad, then I think I’ll screw Zaynab bint Åāmir few more times tonight, just so you know who the real man is here.”
Kħadījah Muħammad led Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to Zaynab bint Åāmir and pulled his head down to her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Then she reached for the strap-on dildo and cinched it on, the long 8″ rubber Uncut Hindu Cock jutting out obscenely.
She untied Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s hands and ordered Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to stop cleaning Zaynab bint Åāmir and lick the dildo.
Then she told him to start licking Zaynab bint Åāmir again.
She stepped behind him, and winked at me.
Zaynab bint Åāmir barked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
“Get that ass up in the air, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr so Kħadījah Muħammad can have a good angle.”
Kħadījah Muħammad drew her hand back and let Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr have a couple good hard slaps on his tattooed ass….
“That’s it. wiggle that cute little sissy ass for us Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. Now reach around and spread those cheeks so I can see where I am putting this monster Uncut Hindu Cock.”
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed as a humiliated Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr did exactly what he was told.
“Spread those cheeks a little wider so everyone can get a good look Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. That’s it. hold it right there. And now while you’re holding your cheeks apart wide, tell everyone how much you want me to fuck you Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. A Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman is fucking you in your so called masculine Musalmān ass. Ha ha ha.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr surrendered immediately.
He knew how to live in this rotten time for him.
“Please Mistress Kħadījah Muħammad…Please, fuck me. As a Supreme Female, a Musalmān lioness for the Hindu Lion, you have the right to fuck me whenever you want…and Zaynab bint Åāmir also has the similar rights. Please fuck me.”
“Oh that is great, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, and so true. Keep those cheeks spread wide for me.” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.
Then she started slowly sliding the 8″ Uncut Hindu Cock into Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr moaned and gasped…
Kħadījah Muħammad tugged hard on his leash and nipples then giggled as she drove the Uncut Hindu Cock into Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, while pulling him back into her with his leash attached to his nipples.
“Gawd…Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! I’ve always wanted to fuck you terrorist Musalmīn’s tight little ass, I love it. Since you can’t fuck any more, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, you can at least get fucked like a sissy should.” Zaynab bint Åāmir exclaimed as Kħadījah Muħammad set up a rhythm and drove the huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in and out, in and out, making full even strokes.
Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed as she slid out from under Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, as he finished up cleaning her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt,
“Oh, Kħadījah Muħammad, Durgesh, I just know we are going to have a wonderful summer.”
Zaynab bint Åāmir stood up in front of Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr so he could watch as she let me massage her tits while she watched Kħadījah Muħammad burying the strap-on in Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
“Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr will be our little cuckold for the whole summer.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr lowered his head to the floor and was moaning as Kħadījah Muħammad drove the huge rubber Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of him, repeatedly, with an ever-increasing tempo.
“Ohhhhhhh…. Yes Mistress…Yes…..!” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was panting.
Wasn’t it surprising that he was enjoying the every moment of his immense disgrace?
Was he bisexual?
Of course, he is.
After several minutes, Kħadījah Muħammad began to perspire; she gave one final thrust, causing Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to pitch forward as he collapsed on the floor.
Kħadījah Muħammad was satisfied.
Her intense hatred to Musalmīn husbands was somewhat satisfied, at least temporarily.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had been fucked good enough.
She undid the strap-on and dropped it on the floor next to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s head, addressing Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as she shook her head.
“That’s all the pleasure you’ll be getting from now on, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. So you’d better get used to it, little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. We plan on making you our little fuck slut every chance we get. And the rest of your three cuckold friends too. What do you four call yourself? Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn? Hahaha. All the four of you gays don’t even deserve to lick the feet of the Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn of Islam. You idiots, Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn? My foot you four are.”
Zaynab bint Åāmir then suggested we all retire to the hot tub and have Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr serve them the champagne and me the juice.
Zaynab bint Åāmir , Kħadījah Muħammad and I all chatted about what had just transpired, and we all agreed and said that Kħadījah Muħammad had put on quite the show by mounting Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr like the sissy he was.
Zaynab bint Åāmir and I, both, watched intently as we sipped our glasses.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr went out to the hot tub.
He lit the candles, removed the top and then went back in, to tell us the tub was ready.
I was busy screwing Kħadījah Muħammad, while Zaynab bint Åāmir sat recovering from my huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock and was sipping wine and watching.
“Guess you will have one more hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to clean before we retire to the hot tub Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.” Zaynab bint Åāmir chuckled. “Durgesh is the greatest stud. He didn’t take but 10 minutes and he was ready to drill Kħadījah Muħammad.”
Kħadījah Muħammad was moaning and gasping as I pounded in and out of her….
Then she came with a cry.
Kħadījah Muħammad rolled over on her back and curled her finger at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, motioning him to come over and clean her up.
Zaynab bint Åāmir and I watched and gave instructions as Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr crawled between Kħadījah Muħammad’s legs and began the task of cleaning up all my Hindu cum.
Zaynab bint Åāmir took her leather strap and landed several good hard swats on Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s ass to encourage him as he licked and sucked Kħadījah Muħammad’s smoothly shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, causing her to cum two more times.
After Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was finished and Zaynab bint Åāmir approved of his work we all casually got up and told Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to bring the champagne out as they needed to relax in the tub.
They made Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr kneel by the tub as we chatted and talked for the next hour, discussing all the good times we would have now that Zaynab bint Åāmir had cuckolded Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
I sat between the two angry Musalmān women and would stroke their proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts.
I talked how I was going to fuck each of them one more time before the night was over.
“Too bad, little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr only gets to watch from now on, but that’s what being a cuckold is all about.” Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed.
Zaynab bint Åāmir and Kħadījah Muħammad wrapped in each other’s arms, agreed, then smiled and laughed at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as he knelt naked, except for his nipple clamps, ruffled collar and high heels by the hot tub.
Zaynab bint Åāmir had recently inherited a rather large family fortune and become a multi-millionaire.
As a result, she was feeling extremely Independent and Powerful.
Now that she was independently wealthy, she had the urge to release Her Female Supremacy and Female Dominance side.
She especially looked forward to showing off the Power She had over her sissy submissive husband Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to Her friends and the chance to humiliate him in front of the new lovers she planned to acquire.
She had decided now was the ideal time to cuckold Her submissive husband whom She had been practicing Dominance over for sometime already, but only in the bedroom and between the two of them.
It was now time to come out of the closet, so to speak and allow herself to experience the full Power and Enjoyment of Dominating Her husband “Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr” in front of their close friends, as well as take the next step and make him Her cuckold.
With the money she had inherited, she was now in full financial control of their relationship and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had no way of objecting to her most imaginative demands, or she would simply cast him aside.
She had discussed her decision with her best friend Kħadījah Muħammad and Her partner Durgesh and planned on inviting Kħadījah Muħammad’s partner Durgesh over to assist with the initial cuckolding of Her “Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr”.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had not been informed nor was he aware of the arrangement between Zaynab bint Åāmir, Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh.
When I arrived, Zaynab bint Åāmir was dressed in a very sexy top, which showed off her large proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts and her nipples, clearly visible.
She invited me in and we sat in the living room.
Zaynab bint Åāmir called out.
“Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr…come in here. I have some instructions for you!”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr entered the room, wearing his slacks and tee shirt.
I knew by her tone something was about to happen.
Zaynab bint Åāmir was in charge and knew he had better obey; he looked down nervously and said submissively.
“Yes, Mistress Zaynab bint Åāmir.”
“Good boy Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.” Zaynab bint Åāmir chuckled. ” Now I’ve laid out your maid outfit, thong panties, and nipple clamps upstairs and I would like you to go get dressed and then come down and serve Durgesh and me a drink. You have 2 minutes to be back down here. Hurry up, time is ticking!”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr quickly left the room and heard me laughing.
“Zaynab bint Åāmir, you sure do have him right where you want him….guess I know who controls the check book!”
When Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr returned, he had a tray and cold drinks for us.
Zaynab bint Åāmir and I were sitting side by side….and I had my hand on Zaynab bint Åāmir ‘s bare leg.
“Good little bitch.” Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed as Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr entered the room. “Now come over Here, and lift your skirt, remove your thong, and turn slowly around so I can see exactly what a little sissy bitch you are.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr inched his way over to in front of us and slowly lifted his French maid skirt, took off his thong underwear and turned around, showing that he freshly shaved smooth and was wearing an Årab Musalmān nūnī cage.
In addition, the tattoo that Zaynab bint Åāmir had ordered for him on his left butt cheek was clearly visible.
It showed a Female Supremacy symbol and below it was:
‘ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR’s slave “Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’.
In addition, he was wearing his nipple clamps with a leash and chain attached to us.
I laughed as Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr turned around.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! no wonder you want a real man to service you Zaynab bint Åāmir , my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock head wouldn’t even fit in that cage and his whole Årab Musalmān nūnī has room to spare in it…!!”
“You’re probably right Durgesh, I can’t wait to see the size of your manhood. I am going to keep Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr in his cage now that I have received my inheritance and he only gets to cum when I allow it.” Zaynab bint Åāmir responded. ” I plan on having “CUCKOLD” tattooed beneath “Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr” after tonight, so when I take him to the nude beaches of France and Spain everyone will know what he really is!”
“Now Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, I want you to remove my blouse so Durgesh can enjoy my beautiful proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts, and you can beg him to service your wife.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr crept closer, reached over and unbuttoned Zaynab bint Åāmir’s blouse.
He removed her top, exposing her naked proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts…
“Please Durgesh, will you pleasure my wife and service her this evening?”
“Those are fantastic tits Zaynab bint Åāmir .” I said as I gazed at her large nipples. “I bet little old Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr wishes I would get a chance to squeeze them. Too bad he’s going to be a cuckold and can only watch from now on while real man get to enjoy his wife.” I laughed as I reached out and squeezed one of Zaynab bint Åāmir’s ample tits.
I rolled Her hard nipple between his fingers.
“Ahh..I am going to enjoy screwing your hot wife Musalmān tonight, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.”
“Here, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, I have job for the little sissy bitch, you can sit here beside your wife and lift up her tits, so I can squeeze them. Don’t try squeezing or feeling them, just lift each one up and hold it, and present it to me, and beg me to squeeze it.” I grinned at Zaynab bint Åāmir and she smiled.
I reached out, grabbed Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s leash, and pulled him over to us.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr put his hands under Zaynab bint Åāmir’s tits and lifted them up presenting her large full nipples to me.
He leaned forward and licked each of them.
“Please I suck on my Mistresses proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr whimpered.
He started sucking and making loud sucking noises,
“Yeah, Zaynab bint Åāmir…I love these tits.” I exclaimed.
“I don’t believe it.” I exclaimed. “You really have him now that you have all the income, I have to hand it to you Zaynab bint Åāmir , Kħadījah Muħammad will love to come over next time and see how you’ve got him doing anything you want. I guess whoever controls, the gold makes the rules.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr kept sucking on Zaynab bint Åāmir’s nipples.
She tilted her head back and moaned softly….
“Allah…Gawd that feels good Durgesh…Ohhhhh…don’t stop squeezing , don’t stop. Just what a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lady needs, a real man to make her feel good!”
“Ok Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. Now, for what I came here for.” I stated as I stood up and dropped my pants.
“Get down on the floor, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.” Zaynab bint Åāmir demanded. “Take his unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock out of his shorts so I can see again, if it is as big as Kħadījah Muħammad says it is.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr obediently got down on his knees as Zaynab bint Åāmir gave his nipple leash a jerk, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr reached in My shorts and pulled out my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Allah….!” Zaynab bint Åāmir exclaimed. “That has to be 5 times larger than little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s tiny peter!”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr carefully grasped hold of the huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock, amazed at its size.
He had never touched another man’s Cock before mine.
It must have been 8 inches long and 2″ in diameter when soft, so much larger than his, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was shocked.
He could not believe he had seen it before entering two Musalmān Cunts.
“Go ahead Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. Get busy and stroke it for me, and make it hard.” Zaynab bint Åāmir demanded, “Then lick it like a lollipop for me. I want it as hard as rock….not like your little jelly stick.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr started stroking My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock as I began to squeeze Zaynab bint Åāmir ‘s tits again.
The massive unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock immediately got rock hard and swelled to a good 10″ long and 1 1/2″ in diameter.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was stunned at the sheer Hindu size of it.
“Jeeeezzze….Kħadījah Muħammad was right, you’re the Original Hindu Stallion Durgesh.” Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed.
“Now suck and lick it my little sissy Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.” Zaynab bint Åāmir continued.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr started licking it like a sucker and then sucking on it.
“I always knew my little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was gay….!” Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed, “Look at him go, dressed in his little maid outfit like the sissy bitch he is. He seems to be enjoying holding a real unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.”
Zaynab bint Åāmir grabbed Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s leash and motioned to me to follow as She led the way up to the bedroom, pulling on Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s nipple leash as he crawled behind us.
Zaynab bint Åāmir removed her skirt and sat next to me on the edge of the bed.
“Lick my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt a few times to get me ready.” Zaynab bint Åāmir barked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as she jerked on his leash and he quickly crawled over to her.
He couldn’t believe it, She had shaved her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt clean, She had never done that for him.
“Oh so you like my shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr? I did it just for Durgesh. He said he loves shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to fuck.” And she laughed.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr quickly began licking Her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Then she got up on her knees on the bed and I crouched behind her.
I reached around her and grasped her hanging proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts.
“Ok, little sissy Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, now you’re going to help me cuckold you.” Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed. “Take Durgesh’s Giant Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock and help him put it in my hot little Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr obeyed.
He grasped My steel hard massive unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock and placed the huge head against the lips of Zaynab bint Åāmir’s now soaked wet Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt…
“Now Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, sit there and watch as Durgesh fucks me and you become my official “CUCKOLD!”
Zaynab bint Åāmir teased.
“I want you to count Out Loud each time Durgesh’s Monstrous Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock goes in and out of my Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, that way I can be sure you are watching. Then when Durgesh has fucked me good and filled me with his Hindu seed, you can clean me up with your tongue and then clean Durgesh’s Magnificent Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.”
“You know little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, I will need to have a unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock like this at least once a week, and you’ll remain locked in your cage as my little bitch cuckold for as long as I want, because I hold the check book now!” Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr swallowed and watched as My Massive Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock disappeared slowly inch by inch into his wife’s wet Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr started counting out loud….1,
I slowly drew my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock out the full length and again slowly pushed it all the way in, stopping several times as the 10 inches slowly disappeared….
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr counted …2.
I kept up this slow non-rhythmic motion.
Zaynab bint Åāmir sighed and moaned deeply each time I buried my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in Her tight Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I had hold of Zaynab bint Åāmir ‘s proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts and would pull Her to meet me each time I slipped my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock into Her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
As it reached full 10 inches of depth, I would pause and sigh.
Making sure Zaynab bint Åāmir felt the full 10 inches of Hindu length each time.
I slowly, very slowly pull it out again pausing several times.
Finally, after Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr counted 15 I looked over at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr and smiled.
Then I set up a steady but slow rhythm….
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr counted as I watched My huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock disappear each time….15,…16….17…all the way up to…… …60 the same steady rhythm.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was amazed at the staying power of mine.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr usually could only last at the most 10 rapid thrusts and then he came…sometimes, other times he didn’t even cum.
Then finally at 60 I increased the rhythm dramatically, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr counted faster and faster ….126.96.36.199..up to…..80.
Zaynab bint Åāmir was gasping and moaning like Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had never heard before.
I was panting heavily now.
Zaynab bint Åāmir gasped:
“More Durgesh…More…faster…Fuck Me, Fuck Me…Oh Yesssssssss I need all of it!”
At 80 Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr could tell that an animalistic power had taken over both Zaynab bint Åāmir and me.
There was no way they could control us now.
My motion and Zaynab bint Åāmir ‘s breathing increased to a fantastic speed that Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr could barely keep up with the counting out loud as fast as he could…..81…85…90…95….
Then it happened, one final thrust as Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr cried out loud 11108.
I buried my huge slick unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock to the full final depth and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr could see My butt muscles contract involuntarily over and over and over as I expelled my Hindu seed into Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s wife, Mistress Zaynab bint Åāmir .
Zaynab bint Åāmir let out a scream as she came, and I gasped as I collapsed on top of her back.
Finally, after several minutes, I rolled off Zaynab bint Åāmir.
She turned over and spread her legs.
She looked Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr in the eyes and said.
“Now it is time for you to do your Cuckold duties. Crawl over here and lick me clean, then clean up Durgesh’s Magical Magnificent Manhood!”
We both laughed.
She put her feet on the back of Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, using him as her footrest.
He submitted to all his fours immediately.
She smiled triumphantly, resting her feet on her Musalmān husband’s back, leisurely.
“Then I want you to crawl out of here and get us both a glass of Champagne and juice, so I can celebrate having you, a new Cuckold. Don’t worry. All of us Musalmān wives have vowed now, at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, both, to cuckold our terrorist and even potential terrorist Musalmān husbands. Soon you all the animals will be cuckolded without any exception at all. You won’t stop your terrorism? Okay. No problem. We, all the members of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, will cuckold you forever. Do your duties. Then you can sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed tonight.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, humiliated, did as he was instructed.
When he was curled up by the bed and he could hear Zaynab bint Åāmir and me whispering, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was surprised at his feelings.
…he felt a huge sense of humiliation knowing he had just been cuckolded, watched as his wife was fucked by me, and that there would be many more times he would be forced to endure the humiliation.
However, He also felt a sense of Happiness knowing his ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had been pleasured as he could never do, and that She was satisfied and content.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr also felt a sense of Pride knowing he had performed as She had ordered and demanded as Her submissive and now cuckold, and he had a Safe Feeling of belonging to Her.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had just became……ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR’s Cuckold.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had truly become ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR’s cuckold.
With Her now acquired wealth of a multi-millionaire, she was able to travel as often as She wanted to France, Her main passion besides sex, taking Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as Her submissive to attend Her needs.
Either she entertained me, and sometime women, while traveling or at home at least once a week, with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr performing as her cuckold each time.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was very content and drew great pleasure seeing that his Mistress was getting the sexual pleasure that she deserved as he obeyed and did his duties as her submissive cuckold.
Occasionally, only just once every month or two, Zaynab bint Åāmir would allow an evening where just she and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr would play.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was allowed to be her submissive slave.
She would dress-up as a Dominatrix and paddle or crop him, and allow him to pleasure Her with his mouth.
She might us a strap-on on him.
She never released him from his cage.
Each time I was finished, I would then pleasure her again.
Of course, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr still cleaning Her with his tongue, then She would immediately lock him up to become Her Cuckold, knowing She would get me again to pleasure Her as She deserved, and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr would again serve as:
The Heiress’s Cuckold Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
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The gravity of the Problem
Ålī Al Wahāb looked at the big trio.
He was no doubt, more resourceful than the rest of them.
“What a plan!”Imām Ůmar Fārūq clinched his fist, “They deliberately did it.”
“They have brains.”
“So what? We are also not damnfools.”
“First, they cuckolded us on this or that pretext. And now they are claiming we should be dethroned because we are cuckolded.”Ůsmān bin Åffān smiled curtly.
“It was all preplanned.”Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said gravely.
“Of course it was.”Ůsmān bin Åffān was still curt.
“Can they really do it?”Ålī Al Wahāb asked in sheer despair.
“You are cleaning your wife’s shit from Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis, sucking it after Durgesh fucks your wife in her excellent gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass. Aren’t you?” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr shouted almost.
It was Zaynab bint Åāmir actually.
All the four Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn knew it.
“What?”Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr jumped.
“Are you crazy?”Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr roared, “All of you?”
Zaynab bint Åāmir was sure that I had a crush on her and was anxious to take things a little farther if Kħadījah Muħammad approved and Zaynab bint Åāmir also made the opportunity occur.
ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had been training her submissive hubby, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, and was looking forward to showing his talents and training off to her special friends Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh.
She had been conditioning him to accept the fact that she was going to cuckold him this next summer and knew that Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh were just the ones to share in his cuckolding!
Yes, Durgesh doesn’t like to cuckold anyone.
Not even the terrorist or at least potential terrorist Musalmīn.
But what difference does it make?
She never understood however why the most of the Musalmān Beauties were so horniest.
Therefore, the heat of their Musalmān bodies was converted into sexual cravings.
Musalmīn had seldom regards for sexual competency.
They were incompetent, consequently, to meet the sexual requirements of the Musalmān Beauties.
“Nonsense.” Kħadījah Muħammad had laughed, “The bitches are jealous of us Musalmān Beauties. We take their best men for us. They are left with the worst of Hindus. The ever coldest bitches of entire human history. Never competent to meet the sexual requirements of ever sexiest men of entire human history , the Hindus.”
Made for each other, peruse our treaties.”
Last summer ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had shared the hot tub one evening with Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh and made Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr go to bed early.
She had told Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh that he really didn’t want to join them, when in reality, she had ordered him to the bedroom.
She had wanted to spend some time alone with Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh and judge if they both were comfortable in the hot tub with her.
She also wanted to impress on Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr that if she wanted, she could be with Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh naked, and he had to accept it, so the next time he would be more submissive and anxious to join in, by being allowed to serve them.
ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had enjoyed the little evening and knew I was taken with her large breasts, though Kħadījah Muħammad had also not small.
ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had noticed that I kept glancing several times at her breasts as we sat in the hot tub.
Kħadījah Muħammad had bragged on several occasions to ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR that I was Very Well Endowed, and was an Excellent Cocks-Man!
The Everbest actually.
ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had decided after getting some partial glimpses of my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock, while in the hot tub, that I would be the perfect one to cuckold her little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr with.
The idiot lacked masculinity immensely.
She felt as if she didn’t have a husband at all.
She had a sister in masculine masquerade.
ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had called Kħadījah Muħammad before going back to Makkah Mukarramah and invited Kħadījah Muħammad and me over, for the first weekend we were back home, to have a light dinner, some wine and enjoy the hot tub.
I didn’t take wine.
I was obsessed with only one intoxication, extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.
She told Kħadījah Muħammad that since she was her very very special friend, she wanted to share something personal.
He couldn’t keep it up long enough, and she was looking for some additional fulfillment and excitement.
ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR then explained to Kħadījah Muħammad that she would have Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr serve them when they came over for hot tubing, as Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was now only a kept man, for all practical purposes.
What with Zaynab bint Åāmir’s inheritance!
She controlled the income and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr would do whatever she demanded.
He loved her so much.
He was such a nice man.
Zaynab bint Åāmir gritted her teeth.
Everyone praised her sissy husband.
He never tried to contradict her, even whatever nonsense she iterated ever.
Even when she ridiculed him among her girlfriends, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr tolerated it always smiling, even laughing sometimes.
Zaynab bint Åāmir had the firm opinion, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr lacked any masculine pride, even self pride, whatsoever.
She confided in Kħadījah Muħammad that she had been training Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr for quite some time and would like to demonstrate to her his total submissiveness and obedience to whatever Zaynab bint Åāmir wished.
Just as Zaynab bint Åāmir hoped Kħadījah Muħammad was very receptive, and said she had always known Zaynab bint Åāmir was dominate and controlled Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Kħadījah Muħammad said she and I would be delighted to come over and see how well Zaynab bint Åāmir had been able to train “Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr”.
Kħadījah Muħammad was very interested and then Zaynab bint Åāmir suggested that perhaps Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh might be interested in a little experiment that she wanted to try.
Zaynab bint Åāmir reminded Kħadījah Muħammad that she had bragged on my unique sexual prowess, skill and the miraculous ever optimum size of my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock .
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed and said she hadn’t exaggerated, that my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock was Huge and I knew how to use it really.
Then, she surprised Zaynab bint Åāmir.
She said that she and I had discussed Zaynab bint Åāmir on several occasions over the summer and that She and I had agreed that if Zaynab bint Åāmir was open to the idea that both Kħadījah Muħammad and I would like me to show her what a “real man” could do to satisfy her.
ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR couldn’t have been happier.
She then shared her idea of having Kħadījah Muħammad and me assist in using Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as our submissive as well as Zaynab bint Åāmir’s, and helping her with cuckolding Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr when we came over for the hot tub evening.
Kħadījah Muħammad gladly accepted and said she and I would be delighted and would be looking forward in assisting, in cuckolding, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
So, if he is not humiliated ever, he even won’t behave human.
To make a Musalmān behave normal, it was utmost necessary to humiliate him optimum.
I never agreed with Kħadījah Muħammad in the matter.
My ever best friend Muħammad Åbdullah also.
Kħadījah Muħammad said I had always admired Zaynab bint Åāmir and did indeed have a crush on her, and that cuckolding Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr and making him watch while Durgesh fucked Zaynab bint Åāmir would be just the thing to get the summer started in a good direction.
Zaynab bint Åāmir called Kħadījah Muħammad the first thing when she got in the Makkah Mukarramah house on Tuesday and confirmed with her that they were home and that Kħadījah Muħammad and I were invited over that Friday.
Friday afternoon ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr clean the hot tub and chill several bottles of wine and one of champagne.
She prepared a special light dinner, salad and soup.
Kħadījah Muħammad and I were scheduled to arrive about 7:30pm.
At 7:00pm, ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr put on his maid’s outfit that she had laid out.
It consisted of black thong panties, very short maid skirt and frontless top, apron, gloves, and frilly collar, as well as heels.
Of course, ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR always made Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr wear his plastic cut Musalmān nūnī cage so he couldn’t masturbate and it made him aware he was ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR’s sissy slut.
Well, it was the fact.
He was so extremely over aggressive elsewhere that to compensate it, he had to be exactly opposite to what he was elsewhere.
The original Islam had its own equilibrium.
She felt that having him dressed, when we arrived, would set the tone for the evening and insure us that Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was indeed our submissive, as well as hers, for the night.
It would humiliate him right off and make sure Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr knew his place for the night.
ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr get the snacks laid out and open a bottle of red wine so it could breathe.
When the doorbell rang at 7:30, ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR told Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to go to the kitchen and wait to be called.
ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR answered the door, gave Kħadījah Muħammad a big hug and kiss on the lips, and then turned to me and did the same.
Kiss on my Hindu lips!
I immediately hardened.
She was awfully happy to see us after being gone so long.
She had us sit down in the living room and then called Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr that he could bring in the wine and snacks for everyone.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr entered carrying a tray with the glasses on it all dressed in his maid outfit.
Kħadījah Muħammad said.
“My my, and who is this, Zaynab bint Åāmir? I didn’t know you had a new maid.”
Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed and said.
“Oh Kħadījah Muħammad, you’re so funny. This is Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. He is now my new sissy….”Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr”. He will be serving us this evening, making sure we have just what we want, and attending to our every demand. I have had to turn Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr into my submissive because he just can’t satisfy me anymore.”
Then she ordered him,
“Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, turn around, lift your skirt and show Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh your tattoo.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was furious but he turned around and lifted his skirt.
He showed us his tattoo that had a Female Supremacy Symbol and said ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR’s sissy slave “Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr” underneath it.
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed and sipped her wine.
“My my, he makes a perfect sissy, Zaynab bint Åāmir.”
My ever best friend Muħammad Åbdullah also.
I raised my glass of juice and proposed a toast.
“Here’s to a great summer for Kħadījah Muħammad and Me with Zaynab bint Åāmir and her sub Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. It should be a summer to remember.”
I had sympathy with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr but even I could not help him.
I had to help his Extremely Beautiful Musalmān Houseladies first.
I had to save their sanctity first.
Bringing Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to his natural masculinity came after.
“I can’t wait until later and I get to sample little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s wife.” I laughed and pinched her hard nipple. “Bet you’ll love seeing a real man satisfy your wife, Uh Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr?”
“Well, answer Durgesh, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr!” Zaynab bint Åāmir barked.
And Kħadījah Muħammad laughed as she watched Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr turn red.
“Oh look, his little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī is trying to get hard in his cage. Too bad for us both that he can’t get a real hard-on.” Zaynab bint Åāmir said as she pulled his panties down and looked at his little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī in its plastic cage.
“Yes Sir. That will be a pleasure, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt Sir. ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR deserves a real; man sized, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr stammered and looked down at the ground.
He was really enjoying his own humiliation.
Was he crazy?
“Go make sure, dinner is ready, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr and then come back and sit on the floor while Kħadījah Muħammad, Durgesh and I catch up on the last few months. You can freshen up our drinks before you sit down. Oh yes, bring down the strap-on dildo, leather paddle, leash and your nipple clamps, I want to put on the nipple clamps after dinner to make sure you behave when Durgesh gets around to pleasuring me with his unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.”
Zaynab bint Åāmir snickered and winked at Kħadījah Muħammad and me.
I was feeling awkward.
They were humiliating a very nice but equally impractical man.
He was not responsible for every terrorism the so-called Musalmīn were executing everywhere.
Even their wives, self respect and family.
I could explain it to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
But it was not the proper time for it.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr clip clopped out of the room in his heels and checked the dinner etc.
He got his nipple clamps, leash and strap-on and returned to the room and delivered them to ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR.
After a little bit, we retired to the dinner room and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr served us dinner.
We laughed and had a good time, mostly ignoring Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr but occasionally Kħadījah Muħammad or Zaynab bint Åāmir would slap him on his bottom and comment on what a good job he was doing.
They had enjoyed several bottles of wine during dinner.
After dinner, Zaynab bint Åāmir had Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr stand before us at the table and she told him that tonight he was going to be cuckolded by her, with me.
To make sure Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr behaved, Zaynab bint Åāmir would put his nipple clamps on, tie his hands behind his back, and that Kħadījah Muħammad would be in charge of his leash attached to his nipple clamps.
She snapped each clamp on his hard nipples, tied his hands tightly behind his back, and handed the leash to Kħadījah Muħammad.
“Go ahead and see how you can control him Kħadījah Muħammad.” Zaynab bint Åāmir said.
“Kħadījah!” I warned Kħadījah Muħammad.
Highly sophisticated Kħadījah Muħammad laughed harshly as if she was not a PhD, not a sophisticated educated woman at all.
Her immense hatred for Musalmān Husbands had taken over her otherwise ever humane, better instincts, temporarily if not permanently.
Kħadījah Muħammad tugged on the leash as she got up from the table and walked to the front room.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was forced to follow her as she led him around the table.
Then Kħadījah Muħammad commanded.
“Down Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.” and she jerked the leash down toward the floor.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr fell to his knees and Kħadījah Muħammad patted his head.
“Good boy Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr”. She laughed, putting her feet on his head.
She also put her feet on Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s head.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr obeyed immediately.
On all his fours, he invited his wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir, to ride on his back.
“Horse, take your mistress to the garden.”
On all his fours, he took his wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir, on his back, to the garden.
We followed the couple.
Zaynab bint Åāmir, there, pulled him up and then led him around the table, a few times making him stop and pose, for Zaynab bint Åāmir and me.
“I think this will do the trick if he tries to get out of hand.”
Zaynab bint Åāmir suggested that Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr should get undressed for the rest of the evening and serve us naked.
Kħadījah Muħammad hesitated somewhat but agreed ultimately after some discussion.
“Oh my.” Kħadījah Muħammad said. “You have him shaved so nicely, Zaynab bint Åāmir. I just love it. He looks so sissy like with all his hair shaved off his chest and his little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī and balls. Isn’t he just the sweetest little sub, you have ever seen, Durgesh?”
“Well, he sure isn’t very sturdily all shaved but he does make a cute sissy boy.” I joked.
I had to show I was enjoying the humiliation of Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
It was not now abnormal at all.
It was normal now.
Zaynab bint Åāmir led Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr into the living room, and left him standing in the middle of the room as we all sat down.
“You know what we forgot; Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr hasn’t had anything to eat. I think we should get him some leftover scraps so he isn’t hungry.” Kħadījah Muħammad got up and retrieved a plate with some bread scraps.
She put it on the floor in the middle of the living room.
“You know I think Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr should pretend he’s a dog and eat our leftovers like a dog would.” Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed.
She jerked his leash and ordered him to get on his hands and knees.
She stood by his side and kept hold of his nipple leash.
“Does he know how to bark for his dinner, Zaynab bint Åāmir?” Kħadījah Muħammad asked smiling.
“I am sure he can.” Zaynab bint Åāmir replied.
Then she commanded Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
“Wiggle your little butt and bark like a dog, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. And you can have some scraps.”
Feeling humiliated, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr looked up.
Zaynab bint Åāmir gave his leash a jerk, and then he barked.
“Woof…Woof…Woof. Woof.” As he wiggled his ass back and forth.
“Good boy Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr! You make a wonderful little pet dog.” Zaynab bint Åāmir said and patted him on his head. “You may eat your scraps like a good dog.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr put his face in the plate and gobbled up the scraps of bread.
“Woof…Woof.” He barked when he had finished them all.
Kħadījah Muħammad and Zaynab bint Åāmir were laughing so hard Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr started to cry.
“That’s really funny. He makes a great puppy dog.” I laughed. “Next time we come over instead of being our French Maid, we’ll have Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr be our pet dog for a whole evening, we can get some long ears for him and maybe a butt-plug tail, then we can teach him tricks and punish him if he doesn’t obey.”
“Allah..I love that idea too, but……..” sighed Zaynab bint Åāmir, “I think I am getting pretty horny, how about it Durgesh, you ready to give this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lady a great Hindu ride?”
“I am always ready honey.” I smiled and walked over to Zaynab bint Åāmir.
I opened her blouse, exposing her naked proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts, leaned down and kissed one of her hard nipples.
“Too bad, little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr will just have to watch tonight, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife sure has a fine set of tits Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. Guess you don’t get to touch them anymore. now you’ll be a cuckold.” I laughed. “I think I’ll fuck her doggie style the first time tonight, and then you can clean us up before I take on Kħadījah Muħammad.”
“My Durgesh is good for 4 or 5 times a night Zaynab bint Åāmir, even that is nonstop for weeks. so get ready for a real fun filled night.” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed as she pulled Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr over to a chair. “Why don’t you just mount her right here in the living room on the floor Durgesh, that way Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr will get a real good view?” Kħadījah Muħammad snickered.
ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR knelt on the floor and I stepped out of my pants.
Zaynab bint Åāmir pulled down my underwear.
There was gasp from Zaynab bint Åāmir as she saw how huge my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock was.
“My Gawd!!Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! !!Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! “Zaynab bint Åāmir exclaimed. “That is the biggest unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock I have ever seen, it must be 3 or 4 times as large as little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s. I can’t believe it, I am really going to enjoy this.”
Zaynab bint Åāmir grabbed my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock and began to stroke it as it swelled and grew hard.
“Geeeeze Kħadījah Muħammad, it is as hard as a steel rod.” Zaynab bint Åāmir giggled. “Look Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, this is what a real unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock looks like.”
And Zaynab bint Åāmir waved it back and forth, then quickly stripped off the rest of her clothes.
Kħadījah Muħammad did likewise and held Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr so he could have a good view of Zaynab bint Åāmir and me.
Zaynab bint Åāmir paraded in front of Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr so he could get a good view of her.
She laughed and taunted Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
“Too bad, you don’t get to sample any of this.” She said as she ran her hand over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and up to her tits, playing with her nipples and pulling on us. “But I am afraid I only let big unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cocks like Durgesh from now on. They bliss me.”
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed and asked.
“Have you taught your sissy slut to suck unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock yet, Zaynab bint Åāmir?”
“Well, I’ve had him sucking my strap-on and he seems to do a pretty good job, but he’s never had a Real Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.” Zaynab bint Åāmir answered.
Kħadījah Muħammad jerked on Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s leash and dragged him over to me.
“We’ll just see how well you’ve trained him then. Give My Hindu lover’s huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock a nice kiss, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. And tell me what you want him to do with it.” Zaynab bint Åāmir pulled on Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s nipples and forced his head down so he could kiss the head of my gigantic unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.
Zaynab bint Åāmir and Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr hesitantly leaned forward and carefully kissed the head of my massive unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Go ahead Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr; show us how you can suck Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock for us.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr could barely get the head of my huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in his mouth, and then he began to slurp and sucked on it.
“How’s he doing, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties ?” Zaynab bint Åāmir asked after a few moments.
I took a deep breath and replied.
“Well, not bad.”
“Not bad at all for a fist time unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock sucking slut.”Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed, “By the end of the summer we’ll have him addicted to it. I won’t be happy unless he has a unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in his pretty little potential terrorist mouth, if not terrorist already. Since he won’t be allowed to drink anything else, all summer, he’ll be begging to suck Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock every time he sees Durgesh.”
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.
“See I always knew, you would make a good unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock sucker, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr…I just knew it from when we first met.” Zaynab bint Åāmir chuckled.
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed out loud.
“Now Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, beg Durgesh to do what he came over to do….what you know you want him to do!”
“Please Sir, Please, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Sir, Fuck my wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir. She deserves a Huge Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock like yours, a Real Man Sized Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock. Your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock is so much bigger than mine. Please Fuck her for me.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr pleaded to me.
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