Ålī Al Wahāb saw doctors
and shrinks when Ålī Al Wahāb was younger.
The doctors told him there was nothing physically wrong.
Ålī Al Wahāb knew it.
The shrinks pondered, thought, and asked more questions.
One shrink even stated that it was likely Ålī Al Wahāb was suppressing homosexual feelings.
This Ålī Al Wahāb knew was possible, but not really the problem: As an adolescent, nothing got his cum boiling quicker than jacking off to a nice Musalmān blonde with her legs spread across the centre pages of Playboy.
The problem was, Ålī Al Wahāb realized as Ålī Al Wahāb passed through his teenage years, that Ålī Al Wahāb wanted women to dominate him.
Well, he was not alone.
Most of his Musalmān friends were similar.
But they never accepted the truth.
It was almost a relief when Ålī Al Wahāb finally discovered that this was what Ålī Al Wahāb wanted.
It meant that Ålī Al Wahāb no longer had to worry about what his problem was.
Now all Ålī Al Wahāb had to worry about was how to fulfill it!
His first couples of sexual experiences were far from memorable.
At high school, Ålī Al Wahāb was a slightly built lad; not keen on sports and stood only 5’7″ tall, but facially Ålī Al Wahāb was good looking and he had been told Ålī Al Wahāb had a good personality.
Ålī Al Wahāb was painfully shy and it seemed inevitable that the girl would have to make the first advance towards him.
Fātimah was the first.
She let him feel her small tits under her white school blouse and squealed in his ear as her tight pussy swallowed two of his fingers while they were parked one night in her Dad’s car.
But as soon as her fingers wrapped around his swollen shaft to return the favor – his passion died!
It was the main problem with Ålī Al Wahāb.
Well, not only with Ålī Al Wahāb.
But, it was no comfort.
At least he had the problem.
But almost always submissive when it came to sex.
So many royal authorized and unauthorized researches were made.
Some were open; some were even confidential, yet funded by the royal government itself, clandestinely.
Yet, no solution could be found that was actually effective.
When what happened with Fātimah, the same thing happened with Laylah bint Masåūd and Umamah bint Zaynab, Ålī Al Wahāb knew that if Ålī Al Wahāb carried on like this, Ålī Al Wahāb would get the sort of reputation that a growing lad doesn’t need.
What he didn’t know was that the Årab World had female domination almost always before Ħuzūrs.
Even in the period of Ħuzūrs it could not be abolished absolutely.
It was only under process then.
Even Ħuzūrs had to serve his wife, Kħadījah Al Kubrah before their marriage.
He was her business manager.
It was prevalent in Musalmīn.
He and his other similar friends were suffering from it.
They could not fight the mighty time cycle of female domination and cuckolding in Årab World and Ummat-e-Muslimah.
It was infinite in Param Vyom, the Absolute Space.
It wasn’t until about a year later that all the pieces finally fell into place.
One of the lads at school got hold of a porn film and invited some of them back to his house to watch it during the lunch break.
His parents were at work and his older sister would not be home for at least another two hours, he assured them.
They all grabbed cokes and snacks and planked themselves on the couch as Ůmar Fārūq fed the tape into the machine.
From the very first scene, Ålī Al Wahāb was hooked.
Her legs were over his shoulders as she sat and he kneeled between her thighs.
She wore long spiked heels and drummed them on her “slave’s” back as his tongue lapped and laved her towards a crashing orgasm.
As the film continued in the same vein, scene after scene, the other Musalmān lads in the room became restless and bored.
It seemed it was only Ålī Al Wahāb that had to keep crossing his legs in an attempt to hide an extremely powerful erection.
All through class that afternoon, Ålī Al Wahāb kept seeing the images from the film in his mind’s eye.
Ålī Al Wahāb was like a walking penis.
His erection was bursting through his pants and the first thing that Ålī Al Wahāb did after sprinting all the way home, was to dive into his bedroom, lock the door and jerk himself off as fast as possible.
Ålī Al Wahāb came and came that afternoon, his cum shooting from the end of his young cock in huge, never-ending spurts that splashed his school clothes and bedspread.
Ålī Al Wahāb didn’t care though.
Ålī Al Wahāb had found the answer to his Musalmān problems!
The years rolled onwards but his feelings stayed the same.
As the rest of the Musalmīn, his Bhogyantrānk was continuously diminishing, converting itself into Āgamānk and Bhāvānk.
Ålī Al Wahāb went to singles bars and clubs, but never approached a Musalmān Beauty himself.
He found obsessed with Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.
But even then, he never dreamed to fuck her.
Night after night Ålī Al Wahāb waited at the bar alone, just hoping that a Musalmān Beauty would come up to him and take control — the very thought of it had his cock hardening instantly!
And then Ålī Al Wahāb met Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah.
She would make a joke of him.
Her striking features, long legs and large, firm chest made her seem almost Amazonian.
Ålī Al Wahāb was captivated as soon as Ålī Al Wahāb saw her and when she wandered up to him and, without even asking what Ålī Al Wahāb wanted, ordered him a drink, Ålī Al Wahāb knew that Ålī Al Wahāb wanted to spend the rest of his life with Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb could be proposed afterward.
They were married after two short months and have been together ever since.
In most parts of their lives, they were equal partners; except for their sex life.
This was her domain, a domain where she was in complete control.
His adoration for her body was unconditional: Ålī Al Wahāb worshiped it as if it were a Masjid of lust.
In the bedroom, she was his queen, his goddess.
Ålī Al Wahāb was alive purely for her pleasure and satisfaction and this suited them both perfectly.
Over the years, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah had varied their sex lives tremendously, but being humiliated by her, had always been one of his favorites.
She had a huge appetite for sex, and Ålī Al Wahāb had lost count of the frequency of times that Ålī Al Wahāb had been forced to watch as I had sampled her ample charms in front of Ålī Al Wahāb.
For example, only last week she had Ålī Al Wahāb kneeling, naked in the corner of their bedroom, and I fucked her for over seven days and nights nonstop.
She sucked on my Uncut Hindu Cock and then allowed me to enter her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and even her firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass before we were both satisfied.
When I was gone, Ålī Al Wahāb’s job, as usual, was to kneel between her thighs and lick her sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy clean with his tongue.
Ålī Al Wahāb found the mixture of her nectar combined with my salty Hindu male seed, completely irresistible.
When Ålī Al Wahāb had finished his task, bringing Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah to another powerful orgasm as Ålī Al Wahāb did, his sweet Musalmān wife allowed him to jerk himself off over her wonderful breasts.
Their sexual antics had been confined to this type of voyeuristic humiliation and degradation until just a few days ago.
It was a Saturday and Ålī Al Wahāb had been out shopping for a few provisions.
Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah had packed him off with a deep loving kiss, promising Ålī Al Wahāb a surprise on his return.
Ålī Al Wahāb didn’t know what to expect as Ålī Al Wahāb returned to their house, but Ålī Al Wahāb was certainly not prepared for the sight that greeted him.
As Ålī Al Wahāb opened the lounge door Ålī Al Wahāb found Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, dressed in her leather gear and holding a riding crop.
As Ålī Al Wahāb expected, she was not alone.
Flanking her on either side were Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and I.
Ålī Al Wahāb was at the same time shivering inside and yet pleased also very much.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar had fooled him absolutely.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb deliberately, knowingly returned there as if thoroughly dishonored.
Actually, she enjoyed every moment of her so-called punishment.
And when returned, she laughed at him when Ålī Al Wahāb announced her departure from there.
“First you have to lick the Hindu semen of one hundred fifteen Hindus from my body, Ålī Al Wahāb. Clean it with your expert tongue as you clean the Hindu semen of Durgesh, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.”
But Shankar Mahāpralayankar was smiling shrewdly.
“Are you crazy? Haven’t you heard what I said? You have to leave. I’ve already married Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah.”
Ålī Al Wahāb was dumbfounded.
“You Musalmīn depend on violence very much, Ålī Al Wahāb. Actually, violence is not the lost resort to you Musalmīn. It’s the first resort to you. Naturally, you Musalmīn could not develop your dead brain consequently. We Musalmān Beauties did it.”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed derisively.
Ålī Al Wahāb lost even the color of his face.
“You dead brain Musalmīn, therefore, are no match for us Musalmān Beauties, as it comes to comparison of our wits. Only Hindus can match wits with us. We Musalmān Beauties belong to Hindus, you moron, try to understand this cold and hard immortal universal fact. You dead brain Musalmīn don’t deserve us. Just clean us after the Hindus fuck us. Go ahead. Or should I have to request Shankar Mahāpralayankar to make you follow my wishes?”
Ålī Al Wahāb put the bag of shopping down and looked at all the one hundred eighteen of us.
Ålī Al Wahāb knew that his wife and I had been lovers on several occasions; Ålī Al Wahāb had watched us many times, but, until now, Ålī Al Wahāb didn’t know that my Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was absolutely not with him.
Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah was obviously in no mood to waste time and immediately ordered Ålī Al Wahāb into his usual, submissive kneeling position in front of her.
Ålī Al Wahāb obeyed without hesitation and lowered his eyes to the floor; a practiced action born out of respect for his wife and her Hindu lover, me.
Ålī Al Wahāb had noticed one hundred eighteen identical chairs behind us, and as Ålī Al Wahāb sank to the ground, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb took the two outside seats, while I seated myself between them.
Ålī Al Wahāb had noted that his wife was wearing a short leather mini skirt, leather boots and a black leather bodice.
His wife and I were dressed in our normal street clothes, but Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s skirt was also very short.
“You may look up now!” Ålī Al Wahāb heard Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah’s commanding tones.
His head slowly came up and Ålī Al Wahāb looked directly towards us.
All one hundred eighteen were smiling; almost smirking, Ålī Al Wahāb thought.
Ålī Al Wahāb could now see the reason for the short length of the girls’ skirts.
Both Musalmān Beauties had their legs open as they sat and, without the benefit of panties, Ålī Al Wahāb was treated to an unobstructed view of two neatly trimmed Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mounds.
There was a bit of shuffling on chairs as both of the Musalmān Beauties wriggled the short skirts up to their waists and spread their legs wider while I unzipped my jeans and withdrew a large, slack Uncut Hindu Lund.
Yes, it was an Uncut Hindu Lund, not penis at all.
Something so large, so thick, and so stout cannot be called a penis.
“You may watch for a while until I tell you otherwise.,” continued Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah.
Ålī Al Wahāb did not even intend to do otherwise.
He watched me drop each of my hands between the Musalmān Beauties’ outstretched legs.
I begin to stroke their wet lips with my expert Uncut Hindu Lund.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was beginning to twitch a little and show signs of life.
All one hundred eighteen were still looking and smirking at Ålī Al Wahāb as we masturbated each other.
After a few minutes, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb were starting to moan as My Uncut Hindu Lund flashed in and out of their gaping holes and flicked over their clits.
For his part, I was now fully erect, at least ten inches, Ålī Al Wahāb guessed, and Ålī Al Wahāb could see small beads of pre-cum oozing from the slit at the tip of my engorged Uncut Hindu Cock as the Musalmān Beauties squeezed and stroked me.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb came first.
A long, low groan escaped her lips and her fingers tightened around her Hindu lover’s shaft as the orgasm began.
Ålī Al Wahāb watched her legs tremble as her feet went up on her tiptoes and her thighs spread even further.
I continued to fuck her while the climax roared through her body, and only slowed when she felt Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, on my other side begin the same process.
Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah was more vocal and a little more animated.
Her hips bucked from the chair as if to try to get more of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
She howled loudly and her juice practically spurted from her hole, soaking my entire Uncut Hindu Lund.
“We are ready to be cleansed now!” said Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah as she and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb relaxed slightly.
It seemed obvious that this had all been planned well in advance.
Like a theatre production, we all seemed to know exactly what to do.
Ålī Al Wahāb knew what was required of him.
Ålī Al Wahāb began to crawl on his hands and knees towards his wife’s spread legs.
Amazing, he was enjoying it too.
He didn’t know.
However, Ålī Al Wahāb never allowed his body language to depict it.
“No! Visitors first.” Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah said as Ålī Al Wahāb approached, swatting him with the leather riding crop.
Ålī Al Wahāb changed direction instantly.
Ålī Al Wahāb was not into pain, but the thought of it sent shivers down his spine and Ålī Al Wahāb could feel certain tightness in his pants caused by a throbbing erection.
Allah, he was enjoying his humiliation once more.
Is he really crazy now?
His face came up in a line with Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s naked, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Ålī Al Wahāb could smell the sweet, musky fragrance.
“Clean her! Do it now, dirty Musalmān slave!” cried Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, “don’t keep my friend waiting!”
Ålī Al Wahāb felt the humiliation of her words excite him and strengthen his erection as Ålī Al Wahāb began the pleasant task of tongue-bathing Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān snatch.
Her fingers held her labia wide open exposing the twitching button of her clitoris as his tongue swept in long, practiced stokes up and down the length of her slit.
Ålī Al Wahāb felt hands on the back of his head dragging him even closer to the gaping hole as, once again, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb shook her way to a second orgasm and Ålī Al Wahāb had to begin the cleaning process all over again.
Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah had been watching and inspecting his work as Ålī Al Wahāb cleansed her friend.
Finally, she had seen enough and ordered Ålī Al Wahāb to start on her.
Quickly Ålī Al Wahāb changed position and knelt in between his wife’s spread thighs.
Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah was more used to his cleaning process, but still felt the need to grind his face into her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy as Ålī Al Wahāb laved over her slit.
Ålī Al Wahāb went to move back to his original position in front of all one hundred eighteen of them when his wife’s stern voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked sarcastically, “You hadn’t finished yet!”
Ålī Al Wahāb followed her eyes towards my throbbing and erect tool.
Oh no! Ålī Al Wahāb thought.
She couldn’t mean that, surely not!
Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah saw his hesitation and smirked again, her lips turning upwards in a cruel twist.
She brandished the crop.
“Unless you want to feel the kiss of the leather, you will do as you have been told!”
There was nothing Ålī Al Wahāb could do.
Neither had he himself wanted to do anything else.
He had lost not only his Bhogyantrānk.
He had lost his Bhāvānk immensely as well.
He had converted his entire Bhogchakr into his Āgamānk and Āgamānk only, unknowingly the perfect science working behind it.
He claimed it was a nonsense and gross superstition of Hindus.
Yet he never realized, nor even cared a damn, that it was working perfectly, irrespective of whether he believed it or not.
It was as if she owned him completely now.
Ålī Al Wahāb had never before even touched another man’s Uncut Hindu Lund, but as Ålī Al Wahāb crawled nearer towards it and saw again the beads of pre-cum forming at the tip, an excited flutter began in the pit of his stomach.
He smelt manly; a musky Hindu aroma that was not unpleasant.
Ålī Al Wahāb closed his eyes, his lips parting in a submissive “O” as his head lowered slowly.
Too slowly apparently.
Suddenly strong hands were behind his head pulling him insistently downwards.
Strong, muscular, male Hindu hands.
Ålī Al Wahāb submitted, as Ålī Al Wahāb knew Ålī Al Wahāb must.
The tip of my engorged Hindu weapon speared his lips and with a jerk, slid over his tongue.
Ålī Al Wahāb gagged as it hit his throat; an involuntary action that provoked a giggle from the two Musalmān Beauties as they watched.
As Ålī Al Wahāb began to get used to the sensation, Ålī Al Wahāb reflected back to his childhood and briefly thought about the psychiatrist who maintained that Ålī Al Wahāb was suppressing homosexual feelings — maybe he was right, Ålī Al Wahāb thought.
Why otherwise was he enjoying it too?
He was a gay actually.
He was a gay actually.
And even if so, it was okay with him.
He didn’t care even a bit.
He was not all alone.
For four or five minutes, Shankar Mahāpralayankar used his mouth as a receptacle for my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was not as if Ålī Al Wahāb was sucking me off, I was just using his oral orifice like a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy: just as a place to fuck my Uncut Hindu Cock into.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb insisted on it.
Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah was on the floor beside me.
She whispered in his ear.
“That’s right, honey. You’re about to make the ultimate sacrifice for me and lose your cherry!”
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had joined her.
She spoke in his other ear.
“Don’t worry, Baby. My very good. He’s fucked me up the ass many times. You had to do this for Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, though – So you will belong to her completely. You would not be left alone however. When Durgesh fucks us two Musalmān Beauties, you would enjoy Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his one hundred fifteen Hindu commandos Al Fātimah Al Wahāb has already enjoyed, you know. Your impotent Musalmān ass is very lucky to get such experienced Uncut Hindu Lunds into it.”
Ålī Al Wahāb didn’t have much time to think.
Ålī Al Wahāb would not have argued, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah knew that, but she or Al Fātimah Al Wahāb didn’t even give him the chance.
Both Musalmān Beauties were suddenly on top of Ålī Al Wahāb, pulling him to the centre of the room.
His jeans were quickly unbuckled, and, with his underwear, unceremoniously discarded on the floor in a heap.
Ålī Al Wahāb knew that the girls were right.
This was the ultimate sacrifice and Ålī Al Wahāb did have to endure it.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah held Ålī Al Wahāb firmly in an “all fours” position on the carpet.
His cut Musalmān nūnī was hard and throbbed wildly between his legs.
Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah rubbed it swiftly with her hand while Al Fātimah Al Wahāb opened her top and, scooping out one of her breasts, stuck her hard, pointed left nipple into his mouth.
“Suck your Ammī’s milk, sonny.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb laughed.
She never left any chance to disgrace them.
She loved Uncut Hindu Cocks exclusively.
Since the days of Yazīd malåūn even.
And perhaps even before that.
How could anyone stop anyone from performing salwāt five times a day?
Ålī Al Wahāb sucked on the stiff bud while his wife milked his cut Musalmān nūnī like a cow.
Ålī Al Wahāb could feel the tension rising in his loins and knew that Ålī Al Wahāb would cum sooner rather than later.
Ålī Al Wahāb felt a dildo cold with lubricant, enter his exposed back passage.
His cut Musalmān nūnī spasmed.
His balls contracted and a stream of thick white semen spilled onto the pile of the carpet beneath him.
As his climax subsided, Ålī Al Wahāb felt a second dildo join the first.
The dildos twisted and turned opening him, widening him for what Ålī Al Wahāb knew was about to happen.
Then Ålī Al Wahāb felt it.
The dildos from his ass withdrew and, for a brief second, Ålī Al Wahāb felt only emptiness.
But only for a second.
The next moment his whole world turned into a blinding white light that seemed to centre in his ass.
The pain was excruciating but at the same time exquisite and lasted for only a few seconds.
Ålī Al Wahāb felt his anal passage widen as it accepted the invading presence of Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s large Uncut Hindu weapon with full force.
The dildos were used actually to make space for it.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah were still at his head.
Now they both were topless.
And they were even whispering words of encouragement to him while they pressed their tits against his face.
“Oh, honey,” cooed his wife, “Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock feels so good, doesn’t it? I know. That big Uncut Hindu Dick had been up Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass on many an occasion!”
“She is right!” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb joined in “And when Shankar Mahāpralayankar cums, you’re gonna feel all that juice go right up inside you…..mmm….that’s good baby…..suck on his nipple….ooohhhh yes…bite it a little…mmmmm lovely!”
The pain had all but gone and, to be honest, Ålī Al Wahāb was completely enjoying himself.
They wanted it themselves.
They loved it themselves very much.
Yes, their wives were doing it to them to disgrace them, to punish them and to revenge them.
But none of them was really feeling disgraced.
On the contrary, they were enjoying it, even grateful and indebted to their Musalmān wives.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had somewhat bigger tits than his wife did.
The nipples were small yet stiff.
Ålī Al Wahāb knew that they must had been incredibly sensitive, because she orgasmed again as Ålī Al Wahāb bit down on them gently.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar gasped.
Ålī Al Wahāb gasped.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar grunted again.
Two, three more spurts,
The thick, white Hindu liquid pooling at the base of his spine and almost scorching his skin with its heat.
Yet, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was not the only one.
There were one hundred fifteen more.
Ålī Al Wahāb forgot he was also a male once.
He was only a gay now.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and I am now a regular feature of their sex lives, as they are of ours.
And she requests Al Fātimah Al Wahāb that quite regularly!
Now that Ålī Al Wahāb was used to the feeling, Ålī Al Wahāb had to say that it is not at all unpleasant.
Instead, it’s very pleasant.
Ålī Al Wahāb now maintains his life may be degrading, but it is definitely perfect and more enjoyable even than it was before!
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