The Audacity: 24

The Audacity

How Many Ħazrat Zaynab Bint Jaħsh Razī Allahu tålā ånahā?

Durgesh

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Chapter 24

Durgesh Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī

Durgesh Kulsoom Humāyūn

Durgesh Al Firdaus Al Murād

Next day, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī started her new job.

She found herself in my office handling my wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock by five past nine in the morning.

With Nādirshāh Durrānī not around, there was no restraint in the soundproof office as I pounded my Uncut Hindu Cock into her all the morning.

I had especially enjoyed driving my Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat under the desk whilst I called Nādirshāh Durrānī into a five-minute meeting in the same room.

By lunchtime, and with me seemingly on the verge of another wonderful explosion deep inside of her, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī picked up the phone to call her original boyfriend, Nādirshāh Durrānī.

As Nādirshāh Durrānī answered, I increased my intensity, grabbed Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s fantastic Musalmān ass and drove my 12 inch Superb Uncut Hindu Lund into her again and again.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s name had come up on Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s phone and he was keen to know how her first day had gone:

“Hi Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, how are things going? I met Durgesh this morning and he said he had put you on a big big job but I thought you were up to it.”

There was a few seconds silence followed by a very strange reply:

“Allah! Oh God, yes, fuck! Oh yes!!”

Nādirshāh Durrānī, despite his trusting nature, thought that it sounded like Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was having sex, although he had to admit she never sounded like that with him.

“What’s happening, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī?” he asked nervously.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī turned and smiled at her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu lover.

For a moment, I thought Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was going to tell Nādirshāh Durrānī about me.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī said into the phone:

“You know we discussed your tiny cut Musalmān noonī last night and why it wasn’t really big enough for me. Well, I have a 12 inch Uncut Hindu Lund inside me and I can’t get enough of it. It is about to cum for me again. Listen, wimp.”

She passed the phone to me.

I proceeded to grunt into the phone for a minute and a half as I unloaded shot after shot of my thick Hindu cum into Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī’s exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot,  and she could be heard groaning and swearing in pleasure by Nādirshāh Durrānī.

I passed the phone back to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.

“I’m dumping you for a Hindu stud with an Uncut Hindu Cock 5 times longer than yours. Sorry to be blunt.” she said into the phone. “I’m sorry because you are nice person, but you are a pathetic man where it counts.”

“But Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, size doesn’t matter that much. We get on so well together and I cared about you,” said Nādirshāh Durrānī still trying to keep her, despite suspecting she was having sex with someone other than himself.

I could not believe it.

Why the hell Nādirshāh Durrānī lacked so much self-respect?

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī wasn’t the only girl available to him.

Why don’t they leave a girl immediately if she cheats them?

Why the hell they plead to her?

Shouldn’t instead of degrading themselves in this way, they should find someone else who also needs them?

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī replied:

“Only guys with shrimpy dicks think that. My pretty eyes and tanned firm legs seem to matter to guys. So why should it surprise you that this wonderful thick incredible Uncut Hindu Cock in my pussy should matter to me?”

“Why have you done this to me?” Nādirshāh Durrānī asked fighting back the tears.

“Wait a moment,” said Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī , “Mmmm.” This was all Nādirshāh Durrānī could hear for a couple of minutes whilst I forced my wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I blew yet another load all over into her, before Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī spoke again.

“I’m filled with his Hindu cum, Nādirshāh Durrānī. It is plastered all over inside me. I have to go though, because Durgesh wants to take me on a business trip this afternoon so I better get cleaned up. See you around.”

With that, she hung up.

I was annoyed that I had been mentioned at the end of the call but was certain Nādirshāh Durrānī would not put two and two together.

Nādirshāh Durrānī didn’t know what to think.

The mention of mine had made Nādirshāh Durrānī think.

He remembered being astonished by the size of my Uncut Hindu Cock when they had showered after playing squash and wondered why his cut Musalmān noonī was so different.

What really concerned Nādirshāh Durrānī was that this had happened before.

Nādirshāh Durrānī had a few short but good relationships but they had all ended shortly after his immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends had been introduced to his parents – well Durgesh to be honest.

Was there a link?

He phoned his long-term best friend Kulsoom Humāyūn  to tell her what had happened.

Kulsoom Humāyūn told Nādirshāh Durrānī that if it were I, it would be the ultimate shit to do that to Nādirshāh Durrānī.

She had never met me, but she suspected Nādirshāh Durrānī was right about who it was, who had fucked his immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend so well, whilst Nādirshāh Durrānī was on the phone.

She suspected Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was exaggerating about the exquisiteness of her Hindu lover’s Uncut Hindu Cock.

Nevertheless, she knew it would be bigger than Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s.

She had once stayed with Nādirshāh Durrānī and had overseen him wanking over her with his tiny cut Musalmān noonī, and dribbling a few drops of cum.

Kulsoom Humāyūn always knew how hot she was with her long dark wavy hair, full red lips, wonderful double d tits, on her tiny tanned waste, and her firm Musalmān butt and tanned legs were to die for.

She was only 5 foot 6 but she was the best looking 24-year-old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān babe in town with a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body built for ‘sin’ with the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.

Kulsoom Humāyūn knew it.

She thought it might be time to meet her friend’s ever-infamous Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, and see whether I was really bigger than the studs she had enjoyed.

Kulsoom Humāyūn comforted Nādirshāh Durrānī with kind words.

Nevertheless, secretly Kulsoom Humāyūn thought to herself that this girl Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī who she had met once couldn’t compete with these, as she squeezed her wonderful firm Musalmān tits together.

In addition, the best way to that wonderful Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund seems to be through her best friend Nādirshāh Durrānī.*

I continued to fuck Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī  on a daily basis and to take her on trips.

Nevertheless, I was pleased to hear that Nādirshāh Durrānī had met her new guy and had assumed this was the guy who fucked her on the phone.

Nādirshāh Durrānī called Kulsoom Humāyūn to tell her how stupid he had been to doubt me and that the new man in Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s life was a sportsman.

Kulsoom Humāyūn sounded pleased for Nādirshāh Durrānī  that he trusted me again and arranged to meet me that evening.

Kulsoom Humāyūn turned up wearing a tight jumper that strained its way over her firm tits, and jeans that clung to her amazing bubble shaped perfect Musalmān ass.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was spellbound by her exquisite Musalmān body and had to go to the bathroom to cum so that he did not have an accident in his trousers whilst talking to her.

Kulsoom Humāyūn  was only too well aware of the effect she was having on her friend.

She turned the conversation to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī and why Nādirshāh Durrānī had thought it may have been I cheating on him, a thought Nādirshāh Durrānī  now had reassured himself was nonsense.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was annoyed that Kulsoom Humāyūn was so persistent about this topic as it was humiliating for him to discuss what Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had said about his cut Musalmān noonī size, strength and lust.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was adamant never to admit that it was a man’s sexual lust actually that played vital and pivotal role in sex.

He was one of those foolishly sacramented men who were insistently and persistently taught that sexual lust was a sin.

One should never have any sexual lust for anyone until and unless he isn’t married.

It made him ashamed of himself every time whenever he felt even an infinitesimal sexual lust for anyone until he wasn’t married.

He was ashamed of himself that his sexual organ was expanding.

It stopped its natural growth.

Nādirshāh Durrānī  admitted to Kulsoom Humāyūn  that he had been puzzled why I had a much larger penis than Nādirshāh Durrānī.

Then he told her a story about his first immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend Al Firdaus Al Murād.

Nādirshāh Durrānī had been going out with her when they were both 19.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was excited because she was so fit and he had waited so long to lose his virginity.

She wasn’t nearly as good looking as Kulsoom Humāyūn  but she had firm tits that were nearly as big as Kulsoom Humāyūn’s and long legs.

Nādirshāh Durrānī hadn’t yet had sex with her when they went on a family holiday with his parents.

The first night Al Firdaus Al Murād had pulled down Nādirshāh Durrānī’s boxer shorts she had laughed in his face and that moment still hurt Nādirshāh Durrānī now.

Kulsoom Humāyūn  heard this part of the story and could see that Nādirshāh Durrānī was upset.

She gave him a long cuddle pressing her tits into his chest and her long hair into his face.

She said innocently:

“How big is yours, show me and I bet I don’t laugh. Size really doesn’t matter if you love each other.”

She thought to herself she have never had a stud with an Uncut Hindu Cock smaller than 8 inches so this should be interesting.

He pulled out his throbbing 2 inch cut Musalmān noonī..

Kulsoom Humāyūn was shocked and horrified.

She hadn’t thought Nādirshāh Durrānī was so useless.

Nevertheless, she smiled at him and said:

“Is that for me, I’m flattered.”

She pushed her wonderful tits together with her elbows and bent forward to take a closer look.

Nādirshāh Durrānī couldn’t believe how amazing her tits looked locked inside the jumper.

With one pull on his tiny cut Musalmān noonī  Nādirshāh Durrānī  came, not like a torrent, but a mere dribble.

Kulsoom Humāyūn smiled at Nādirshāh Durrānī:

“I never knew you felt this way, maybe we should consider going out together but first I want to hear about Al Firdaus Al Murād. I hope you dumped her for laughing at you.”

Nādirshāh Durrānī was delighted.

His dream Musalmān woman was offering to go out with him.

Nādirshāh Durrānī told Kulsoom Humāyūn how he had not seen Al Firdaus Al Murād for much of the week’s holiday.

What Nādirshāh Durrānī did not know was that after that first night Al Firdaus Al Murād has given up on her boyfriend and had been in a terrible mood the next morning.

Nādirshāh Durrānī and his Ammī, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, had gone for a swim.

It was just Al Firdaus Al Murād and I were at the apartment.

“How are things with Nādirshāh Durrānī?” I asked.

“I always thought he was really great but lacked confidence, now I know why. His cut Musalmān noonī   is tiny. It is a mere stub. Sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it, he probably inherited it from you.” Al Firdaus Al Murād said smiling arrogantly.*
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I smiled:

“I think you will find that he inherited that characteristic from my ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī‘s family. All the men in her family have tiny dicks and it is a dominant gene I’m afraid. Look Al Firdaus Al Murād, I can prove it.”

Al Firdaus Al Murād laughed.

“How the hell do you know all the man in Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī’s family have tiny dicks? Are their wives having sex with you blaming their husbands for their unfaithfulness too?”

“Well, believe it or not, it’s true.”

“Allah, you mean you are fucking the entire womankind of your wife, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī’s family?” Al Firdaus Al Murād laughed at me teasingly.

“It’s true about most of my Musalmān wives’ families’ beautiful Musalmān houseladies. They are married with my sālās etc. but practically I fuck them.”

“Because you have more money than their husbands do have?” Al Firdaus Al Murād criticized me.

“You may draw your own conclusions.” I laughed myself too.

“Don’t believe us beautiful Musalmān houseladies everything we claim of our husbands. Most of us blame our entirely innocent husbands only to please you.”

“I know. They think I feel proud of my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund when they claim their husbands cut Musalmān noonī  is worthless. Well, I smile at their ignorance of my nature.”

“There you are.”

“I see.”

“And you said you can prove you aren’t responsible for Nādirshāh Durrānī’s tiny cut Musalmān noonī?”

“Sure, you don’t believe it?”

Al Firdaus Al Murād suddenly pulled out my wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock without any ultimatum.

It saluted at her as it swung proudly, triumphantly and even invitingly almost.

It grew harder and longer.

“How big is it!” she said pleasantly shocked, quietly. “I have never seen anything like it. Nādirshāh Durrānī certainly didn’t inherit that.”

“Bigger than Nādirshāh Durrānī’s then? He doesn’t have 12 inches to offer you.”

Al Firdaus Al Murād had never seen one half this big.

“I thought this week was going to be a waste of time but now … can I touch it, it is throbbing. Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! it’s wonderful!!”

“Funny, I never thought this week was going to be anything other than fantastic. Nādirshāh Durrānī finally gets an immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend who has beautiful legs and wonderful tits. unfortunately he inherited a useless dick from my ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī’s family. You’re going to enjoy being fucked by this,” I said as I walked up to her, mauled her tits and pressed my Superb Uncut Hindu Lund through her lips.”

Nādirshāh Durrānī knew nothing of any of this.

Al Firdaus Al Murād had only managed to take 8 inches but after 20 minutes, she was still slobbering over it and trying to eat my wonderful balls.

“This is how much I cum and you better get used to it this week” I said.

I pushed my Superb Uncut Hindu Lund into her mouth and pointed it at her throat.

The look of desire and expectancy on her face transformed to one of shock within seconds.

Al Firdaus Al Murād had picked up the phone, dialed Nādirshāh Durrānī’s number and waited for him to answer.

Al Firdaus Al Murād was wanking me into her extremely attractive young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth  when Nādirshāh Durrānī said: “Hi Durgesh, what are you and Al Firdaus Al Murād doing? Ammī and I will be back in 5 minutes. I need a chat with Al Firdaus Al Murād.”

“Don’t worry, Nādirshāh Durrānī, Al Firdaus Al Murād  is about to have a drink and a shower, she is feeling much better about the holiday now. She is just having a drink now or I would get her to come to the phone.”

Whilst Nādirshāh Durrānī replied, Al Firdaus Al Murād  put the phone down, pointed my Uncut Hindu Cock at Nādirshāh Durrānī’s immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend’s welcoming open mouth and erupted.

For ten seconds, whilst I could vaguely hear Nādirshāh Durrānī droning on about enjoying swimming I fired wonderful quantities into her mouth.

I reached for the phone and interrupted Nādirshāh Durrānī:

“Is your Ammī there, I need a quick word.”

I pressed my Uncut Hindu Cock back down Al Firdaus Al Murād’s throat and started cumming uncontrollably.

I told my ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, that I planned to go on a cycle ride today with Nādirshāh Durrānī and Al Firdaus Al Murād. Al Firdaus Al Murād was a keen cyclist. My ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, could relax in the department.

My ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, didn’t suspect a thing.

As I ended the call I pushed my Uncut Hindu Cock back inside her mouth and released what Al Firdaus Al Murād thought would be the final dregs of my amazing Hindu ejaculate.

Nevertheless, it was 30 seconds until she felt the constant stream of my Hindu cum slowing down her Musalmān throat.

“This afternoon I am going to fuck you so that you can’t walk for a week, Al Firdaus Al Murād.” I smiled at her,

“ You better have a shower now.”

Chapter 25

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Audacity: 23

The Audacity

How Many Ħazrat Zaynab Bint Jaħsh Razī Allahu tålā ånahā?

Durgesh

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Chapter 23

Durgesh Assalāt Azzuhar
Imām Vasīm Azhar

Durgesh Kulsoom Humāyūn

Durgesh Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī

Imām Vasīm Azhar looked at me pleadingly.
Durgesh, I’m sorry that I could never believe my Ammī was innocent.”
Before I could answer him, my mobile played my favorite tune.
I picked it up.
“Hello, Durgesh here.”
“This is Assalāt Azzuhar, Durgesh. Mrs. Imām Vasīm Azhar.”
I looked at Imām Vasīm Azhar.
“You are something like my father in law to me. My Ammī in law, Al Farħānah Al Murād, Begum Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, is your Live in relationship partner.” Assalāt Azzuhar said.
Imām Vasīm Azhar was horrified.
I raised my eyebrows to him.
Imām Vasīm Azhar was white faced now.
His eyed were as if made of stones, suddenly.
“Yes? Assalāt Azzuhar, what can I do for you? I’ve heard about you, but your real father in law, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, never allowed you to meet me.”
“I’m sorry. But my husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar, thinks now we need your professional services. Only you can save us from our enemies. Hasn’t my husband reached you personally even now?”
“He is here.” I said.*

Assalāt Azzuhar smiled.
“Didn’t my hell of a husband tell you that I want to see you on a matter of the greatest importance for me? The bloody damn fool.”
I deliberately didn’t look at Imām Vasīm Azhar.
Was he really a bloody damn fool?
He had already paid to my Chief Business Partner, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, my extraordinary heavy fee as a Sex Therapist and an Attorney.
He paid my extraordinary heavy fee to provide his wife my optimum sexual therapy services, with her optimum Psychological Engineering, to protect his wife sexually, legally and psychologically.
He loved her so much.
Yet, his very same wife did not respect him the slightest.
How much a husband’s capability to provide optimum sex to his wife, affects his marital status and respect.
Even then almost 90% men are against the sex education.
As it’s never needed even the slightest.
They are paying its cost even by losing their wives’ respect for them, their loyalty to them, their honesty and sincerity to them, and even their wives themselves ultimately.
Yet, even then the damn fools are living in fools’ paradise.
They blame even the persons that want to open their eyes.
They blame me instead that I break their houses.
Nonsense.
Are they absolutely insane?
Of course, I fuck their beautiful womankind.
But, never to break their homes, their houses.
My services to humankind are always creative, never destructive.
But it needs prudence to understand my social professional services.
I never betrayed any of my clients.

Assalāt Azzuhar broke my nonstop chain of analysis.
“Hello,”
“Yes, ma’am,”
“Well,” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled, “I’m not ‘ma’am’ to you, my dear. Feel at liberty, please, to call me ‘Assalāt Azzuhar’.”
“Thank you, I’m honored.”
“Don’t be silly. The pleasure is mine.” Assalāt Azzuhar said somewhat seductively, somewhat impishly, somewhat cunningly.
Sālī, she wasn’t foolish even a bit.
I had to be careful.
This sort of young ladies almost invariably used me until now, for their own vested purposes, mostly immoral, inhuman and sometimes even illegal.
They thought they could allow me to fuck them on any conditions whatsoever they wanted to.
“I have money to pay for your services. My husband is himself a multi millionaire. My father in law, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, is a Trillionaire, and my father is a Billionaire at least.”
“I see.”
“I have been robbed.”
“Well,” I winked at her husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar, “come on and see me, Assalāt Azzuhar.”
“Hell, my ever inefficient husband didn’t tell you even that I can’t?”
“Why not?”
“I’ve nothing to wear.” She chuckled.
“I’m infamous to love to see beautiful Musalmān houseladies undressed. In fact, the more nude they are the more obliged I am.”
“Allah,” Assalāt Azzuhar laughed sweetly, “Hey, you are a sort of my father in law, don’t forget.”
Sālī, she was teasing me.
“That’s right. ‘A sort of’. Not real.” I laughed myself too, cunningly, significantly.
“Hey,” Assalāt Azzuhar again laughed cooing, “I’m only twenty eight, you sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel,”
“I am enjoying countless twenty eights now already. Don’t worry. You won’t be the first.”
“Shut up, you ever sexiest, dirty man,”
I smiled.
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Hey, it wasn’t any compliment,”
“That’s what you think. How childish of you. Even at your twenty eight, I don’t think you have grown up properly.”
Assalāt Azzuhar laughed seductively, cunningly and significantly.
“Why the hell don’t you come here and see yourself how grown up I am actually?”
“But you say you are not wearing anything.”
“Oh, oh, oh, never seen any nude twenty eight Musalmān Beauty? How unlucky Hindu you are!”
“Sālī, put something on, put anything and…”
“I can’t, Jījū,”
“Jījū?”
“If I’m your Sālī, you are my Jījū. Aren’t you?”
Imām Vasīm Azhar was smiling.
I had put my mobile on loudspeaker already, deliberately, so that he could listen to how his ever dearest wife, he loved whom so much, was behaving with me.
“Stop playing seductive and come here,” I said.
Imām Vasīm Azhar opened his mouth to tell me something, but I raised my right hand cautioning him not to say anything.
“I have already told you, lover, that I can’t come there. Damn my ever stupid husband. Hasn’t he told you everything already?”
“He didn’t have enough time. Come here, and…”
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Hey, don’t use your Uncut Hindu Penis always. Use your brain too sometimes, for a change.”
“Why the hell can’t you come here?”
“I tell you I have been robbed.”*

Kulsoom Humāyūn winked at Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.

“They were never a man, you idiot.”

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed.

“Hey, you? Stop it. I know you are enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund.  now in your Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.”

“You know my foot.” Kulsoom Humāyūn rebuked her, “Every Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now, a Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, and perhaps always even.”

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed at her friend’s almost frustrated lewdness.

“Only Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choots? What about Pakistani Shiå Musalmān Choots ? What about Pakistani Aħmadī Musalmān Choots? You mean they are more patriotic, more loyal to Pakistan than we are?”

“They are not Musalmān even. Shiå Kāfir. Aħmadī Kāfir.”

“I’m talking of their loyalties, their patriotism for Pakistan.”

“And I am talking of their Īmān.”

“I think we should rethink about our until-now-behavior with Shiå and Aħmadī Musalmīn.” Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī suddenly said gravely.

“What do you mean?” Kulsoom Humāyūn couldn’t understand.

“In last three years, India has gone on the seventh sky, leaving our extremely lovely country, Pakistan extremely far behind on Earth.”

“Oh, stop now, please,” Kulsoom Humāyūn said quite fed up of the subject, “Not again. Don’t tell me the Partition of India was a blunder.”

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī smiled cunningly.

“Well, you yourself said that ‘Every Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now, a Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, and perhaps always even.’ Didn’t you?”

Kulsoom Humāyūn laughed.*

I looked at her husband.

He didn’t convey anything to me.

“Wait a minute,” I said, “What is this?” I asked.

Assalāt Azzuhar said gravely,

“I’m trying to tell you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, that I’ve been robbed.Everything I have in the world has been taken, my clothes, my personal effects, my car, my home.”

“I see,” I looked at her husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar.

He avoided to meet my eyes.

What a husband!

His twenty eight years old, immensely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife was reporting me that she had been robbed of everything including her clothes even, and the husband was averting his eyes instead of meeting mine.

His wife was naked somewhere.

Yet he was avoiding to face the situation.

What a husband!

“Where are you now?” I asked smiling cunningly at her husband.

I was sixty five now.

Yet there were countless twenty eight years old immensely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who were having sex with me proudly, entirely unashamed of themselves.

Well, I wasn’t alone obliged, however.

Any rich one could enjoy this facility.

There were countless beautiful young Musalmān ladies that could do anything for money.

After Narendr Modi the rich and capable Hindus became more popular among needy Musalmān houseladies.

“At the fourteenth hole at the Bājīrāo Mastānī Golf Club. The members have installed a telephone out here. The Golf Club seems to be deserted just now. I lied to the operator at the Clubhouse that I am a member. She put the call through. I need clothes. I need help.”

“Why don’t you call the police?” I asked gravely.

“If I could, I’d certainly have. Nonsense! Can’t you understand?”

“Sorry, I still don’t.”

“And they say you understand the problems of us beautiful Musalmān houseladies even more than we ourselves do!” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled ironically, “They claim your Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is so eager to penetrate our beautiful ardent Musalmān Choots that you can save us from gas chambers even for it! They call you even the Hindu Albuåūlatul Muslimāt.”

“I see.” I watched her husband scornfully.

“I can’t call the police,” Assalāt Azzuhar said immensely seductively, yet still gravely, keeping her dignity constantly nonstop, “The police even mustn’t know anything of this. I promise to explain everything once I see you. If you would kindly oblige me to get some clothes to me I’ll pay…”

“Describe your build to get proper clothes for you.”

“I’m five feet two.” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled gratefully seductively, as if almost inviting me to make love to her, “I weigh a hundred and twelve and I take size ten or twelve.”

“Just how am I supposed to get the clothes to you?” I asked meaningfully even impishly somewhat.

She laughed melodiously,

“Sorry, I’m asking you to do something extraordinary for me. However, you are termed to be the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. You’d certainly be well rewarded if you do it for me. If in your current sixty five, you are still interested in twenty eight years old beautiful Musalmān houseladies it’s a chance for you never to miss. I know this is all out of the ordinary and everything, but I simply can’t explain over the phone. Well, you are the only hope I have in the world now at present. I can’t appeal to the police and I most certainly can’t go around like this.”

“Where are you?”

“I don’t suppose you are a member of the Bājīrāo Mastānī Golf Club.”

“As it happens to be, I am.”

“That’s very good. I never expected it.” There was immense relief now in Assalāt Azzuhar’s voice, “You please put some clothes down in the bottom of a golf bag. You can come directly to the fourteenth hole. Back about fifty yards beyond that hole, there’s a patch of rather thick brush that runs down to a service road, and if you’ll just yoo-hoo…Allah, heavens, here come some golfers! Allah Ħāfiz!”

The phone was slammed up.*

I turned up at the office at 4 pm finally to meet Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.

I found Nādirshāh Durrānī under a pile of papers moaning that he would be stuck in the office for hours.

Nādirshāh Durrānī dropped into the conversation that Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had gone home early.

I decided it might be a good idea to stop by at Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s house on the way home.

I called my ‘wife’, my Pakistani Live in relationship Partner, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, to say I was in a meeting and would be a bit late.

“I asked you to protect our son’s interests in the Company and you are—”

Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, have faith in me. Will you, please?”

“If Varchésh loses control I won’t forgive you ever.”

“I know Sālī. Believe me I don’t love him less.”

“He is practicing Pseudo Islam.”

“It doesn’t change the eternal fact that he is our son. Does it?”

“Certainly not.” She was all tears now, “Thank you. And Durgesh,—”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry if I was rude somewhat. Please forgive me.”

“Oh, it’s alright. I understand. You are his Ammī. But you forget that I’m his father—his real father.”

“Yes darling. I’m sorry already. Forgive our foolish and arrogant son.”

I sighed.

“Don’t worry, Kħālidah. I’m his father.”

Nādirshāh Durrānī found that his paperwork only took him a couple of hours.

He turned up at home at just after six and was surprised but pleased to see my Mercedes there.

As he unlocked the front door, I pushed another 3 inches of my huge Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s throat.

I looked down at this gorgeous young Musalmān woman who looked amazing as she desperately worshipped my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, the utmost wonderful thing she had ever seen.

I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes of her legs when I first arrived and the flirting had been intense. Her tight miniskirt and bare tanned legs had me throbbing in my trousers.

I had not attempted to hide it even, boldly.

When she saw my nine or 10-inch semi hard Uncut Hindu Cock fall out of my trousers she had attempted to be cool by saying,

“I have seen bigger”.

She wasn’t saying that now I thought as she fought with 12 inches of my rock hard-Uncut Hindu Cock whilst her hand worshipped the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock and my huge balls.

I continued bravely, even when I heard the door.

I had a lot of experience of nearly being caught and it was more annoyance that I would have to hurry up rather than fear which could cause me to pause.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was also frustrated.

She wanted to be fucked but now she had been caught.

I called down to Nādirshāh Durrānī from the bedroom:

“I am just helping Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī with a little problem she has.”

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was coming up for air and had to stifle a laugh.

Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s tiny dick was certainly a problem and my Superb Uncut Hindu Lund was the perfect solution.

“We will be down in 5 minutes,” I added.

With no reason to distrust me, Nādirshāh Durrānī put the TV on and called up,

“Fine, see you soon.”

I smiled an arrogant smile down at Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend and said loudly,

“Let me see whether I can fix that problem for you, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.”

With that, I started to pound my huge Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat.

She looked as pretty as she stared into my eyes and worshipped my tool, my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

Ten minutes later Nādirshāh Durrānī thought he heard a bang upstairs and called up:

“Are you two nearly finished? Sal, are you ok?”

The banging had been the headboard hitting the wall hard as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock hard down her throat and was preparing to cum.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī pulled my dick out of her mouth to answer but as she opened her mouth to call him, I pushed my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund back in.

She looked worried but I calmly called down:

“We are fine. I underestimated the size of the problem but we will be down soon. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī just has something in her mouth right now.”

Innocently, Nādirshāh Durrānī thought I meant food and returned to the TV.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could see and feel it twitching and throbbing and knew I was close.

What Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī didn’t know was that I prided myself on being able to cum on demand but could control myself when on the very edge for ages.

I enjoyed that feeling more than any other.

What I wasn’t counting on was what Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was about to say as she came up for air:

“You could fit 20 of his tiny little things into this Superb Uncut Hindu Lund. I am never touching his inadequate little thing again.”

The comparison reminded me of his wedding day and just like that day the result was the same.

I let out a grunt and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī saw the end of my dick flare dangerously and throb out of control.

“I bet you come more too than Nādirshāh Durrānī does,” she added.

She was right.

The first blast lasted 10 seconds.

I emptied myself inside her like letting off a pressurized fire hose.

The jet filled her mouth.

She still had her shirt and dress on.

I smiled triumphantly proudly.

Nādirshāh Durrānī doesn’t cum that much in a month,” she said and giggled.

I smiled.

She has no idea how much I cum I thought to myself.

I put my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth and started to cum again.

Just 4 inches, the rest she worshipped with her hands.

She swallowed desperately for 30 seconds as my balls released their Hindu charm.

Allah, she wanted to be fucked by me.

I had tried to control the pace of my release so that she could cope with the volume but there was only so much cum one Musalmān woman could swallow.

I slid my slick Uncut Hindu Cock across her tongue and the size of it dwarfed her as she licked it.

“Watch,” I said. “Watch how Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s pretty immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend makes me cum. Nādirshāh Durrānī!

I was in heaven as I saw her transfixed on the Hindu weapon that had given me an advantage over every man I met, including Nādirshāh Durrānī.

“Come upstairs. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has been busy and I am very impressed with her.”

As Nādirshāh Durrānī reached the foot of the stairs, I had been cuming for a minute and a half and shots were still filling her pretty Musalmān mouth.

She wondered what her boyfriend, Nādirshāh Durrānī, would make of the scene.

I finished ejaculating as Nādirshāh Durrānī reached the top of the stairs – 15 yards from the bedroom door.

“I never get caught,” I whispered and jumped up.

He pushed my wonderful Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into my trousers.

It was still hard.

I grabbed a document from my briefcase that hid my chest and met Nādirshāh Durrānī at the door.

“We need to discuss this document whilst Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī gets ready for dinner,” I said as I directed Nādirshāh Durrānī to the office and caught my breath.

“I am not sure she will still be hungry though after the amount of nuts and seeds she has gulped down this afternoon.” I said.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī overheard me, smiled and scooped some more cum into her mouth

Half an hour later Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī entered the dining room to have dinner with her boyfriend and me.

My ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, had been delighted to hear from me that I was making the effort to spend time with her son when I had telephoned her to tell her where I was.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had dressed to impress for dinner – but deliberately, not to impress her boyfriend.

Her pretty face had just been fucked immensely by my wonderful 12-inch Hindu weapon and she was desperate for me now to fuck her properly.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī’s tight miniskirt revealed all of her long tanned legs and her top emphasized the firmness of her b cup tits as they were pushing out of a wonder bra.

By the time we sat down for dinner I could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock pressing hard against my trousers and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was ravenous  enough whilst chatting with her boyfriend, Nādirshāh Durrānī, to reach under the table with her left hand, unzip my trousers and release my hard Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

I had to be careful that it didn’t spring above the level of the table and into full sight for Nādirshāh Durrānī to view.

I knew, as my hands slid all over Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī  that I was going to find a way to fuck her very soon.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī wanked me hard under the table.

It turned us both on to chat away with Nādirshāh Durrānī who was quite oblivious to what was going on under the table.

Was he really that much a fool?

I couldn’t believe it.
As Nādirshāh Durrānī got up to take the plates to the kitchen, we knew we would have a couple of minutes alone.

I let my Hindu weapon spring above the level of the table and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī immediately lowered her mouth greedily over it.

At the same time, she cupped my wonderful balls with her both beautiful hands.

I could last for hours when I needed to but here I had only a couple of minutes.

I quickly lifted Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī off my Uncut Hindu Cock and placed her face down on the table.

I spread her fantastic Musalmān legs apart.

My wonderful Hindu weapon, my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, easily found its way past her thong and into her.

It slid 7 inches inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot on the first thrust.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī grunted with pleasure.

“How can you live with Nādirshāh Durrānī’s cut Musalmān noonī?” I said sympathetically, as I gradually pushed the remaining 8 inches into her and smiled as she had three orgasms before I was fully inside her.

“I can’t” Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī replied breathlessly. “I need your wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock. Allah, fuck me you Hindu stud, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”

I built the pace up slowly so as not to hurt her, but I smiled in satisfaction as I reached ramming speed and looked at Nādirshāh Durrānī ‘s immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend’s fantastic Musalmān ass and legs clamped around my wonderful Hindu piston.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī needed to stuff a napkin in her mouth to stop herself screaming with lust and pleasure.

I called through to the kitchen:
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī  and I have been chatting. I was very impressed with the work she did for me upstairs and I have offered her a promotion to work with me as my personal accountant. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī agrees with me that her current position with you does not stretch her enough.”

I smiled down at her, and thrust my wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock back into her.

I felt I could cum at any moment if I needed to.

“This is something we should discuss Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, I will be through in a minute” Nādirshāh Durrānī called.

I said quietly to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī,

“You know how much I cum. I better start now. Prepare to be filled.”

I, on demand, started spurting my hot Hindu seed deepest into her young, immensely beautiful, immensely enticing, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“I am going to take you on all my business trips Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, so you better get used to this.”

I continued to spurt my endless Hindu cum deepest inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

One minute later, I pulled my still throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund out of her.

Two wonderful ribbons of my Hindu cum shot across the room and landed behind the door before Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could get her immensely eager, extremely beautiful, young Musalmān mouth over the Superb Uncut Hindu Lund, and started to swallow the last few powerful shots.

I heard footsteps through the hall and pressed Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s head down hard on my Uncut Hindu Cock so that it was safely below the level of the table.

I looked into Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s eyes as he walked into the room and released shot after shot of the remainder of the contents of my wonderful balls down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s throat.

I was somehow able to calmly say,

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has gone to the bathroom but can you make us all coffee before I go home?”

“Sure,” Nādirshāh Durrānī said and turned to go back to the kitchen.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī came up for air looking like a gorgeous babe who had just been fucked at both ends – which was what she was.

“Wow, I’m dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī, as long as I have this, Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund of yours interested in me too, in this way, I’m happy.” Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī said grabbing my still hard dick.

“Not tonight though darling, I want to be 12 inches inside of you tomorrow when you tell me on the phone that Nādirshāh Durrānī has a wimpy cut Musalmān noonī   and you are dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī for a better man.”

I smiled and looked forward to tomorrow and all my future business trips with her beautiful smooth nude Musalmān legs wrapped around me.

Chapter 24

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Audacity 5

The Audacity 

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 5

Imprudent Arrogant
Nādirshāh Durrānī
A Constant Deliberate Loser

Even At 62 years of my age, I was successful in keeping myself in a great shape.

Stavans and Trishapt however, nothing else.

I had always had my choice of my extremely beautiful Musalmān women even.

That’s why most of them were so brilliant, so smart, so devoted to Islam, yet so devoted to me as well.

Of course, I fucked all of them.

And that was why they came to me too.

But I never fucked their Īmān.

And they were grateful to me for it to the extent that even fucking me invariably; they never fucked my Hindutv as well.

I had been married for 36 years now.

But my sex life was even older.

I had made a lot of money, even to the extent that I was a zillionaire now, even a multi zillionaire, as some critics called me.

I was still very young physically.

My teenager Musalmān Beauties claimed that I was 32 only, not 62 at all.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had gone to the extent even to prove it so, successfully.

But she did it using all the astute and scrupulous means, however.

So many of my successes were mainly by pumping some crucial informations out of some very pretty Wahābī Musalmān wives of some supposed Musalmān friends and business colleagues.

The dodgy business deals resulted in my being a multi millionaire first, whilst my so-called friends were left with nothing, due to their un-education /under education.

Most of the Musalmīn were still suffering from it.

They deliberately avoided ultra modern scientific education declaring it against Islam.

Actually, it was not against Islam.

It was against Pseudo Islam.

But in the post Yazīd malåūn era, Pseudo Islam itself had been preached by then Pseudo Musalmīn as the true Islam.

Millions converted into billions, billions into trillions and so on.

Now I had zillions.

I made sure the Pseudo Musalmīn’s Musalmān wives did ok when they divorced the foolish Pseudo Musalmīn, but they were more interested in the continued sex they had with me.

I was soon the owner of numerous businesses and I had various extremely beautiful Musalmān female employees who lusted after me.

Sex and money, I could provide them both, more than anybody else could.

I was extremely strong even now physically, financially and intellectually, with dark hair and a tanned physique.

I knew I was too good for my PhD Saůūdī Årab   Wahābī Musalmān wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, but there was one reason above all others why I knew I could attract young, gorgeous Musalmān women who were often in long term relationships.

My women circulated rumors about my Uncut Hindu Cock, knowingly and unknowingly, both.

Some of them were true, but some of them were purely their own fantasy.

I had a 6-inch Uncut Hindu Cock when soft that grew to a fearsome 10 inches when fully erect outside.

Some of them claimed it grew two inches more inside them.

I don’t know whether it was a truth or their own fantastic imagination only.

I never tried to find it out even.

Why should I have?

I had married into a royal family and even on the morning of my wedding, I had found my Ammī in law’s mouth around my Uncut Hindu Cock 20 minutes before I entered the court.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD didn’t know it, but almost all of her Ammīs were already sleeping with me even before our marriage.

I noticed that it was when, her ‘my Uncut Hindu Cock sucking’ Ammījān, started comparing my Uncut Hindu Cock with her Musalmān husband’s tiny two incher cut Musalmān nūnī.

I finally blasted my endless Hindu cum all into her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

My wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, bore me five sons in our married life.

Despite my so many efforts, some of my Musalmān Live in relationship Partners had succeeded in making my so many sons from them, Pseudo Musalmīn.

They were themselves following Pseudo Islam.

Most of their relations too were doing the same.

I wanted all of my sons, whether Hindus or not, to take over and inherit the family businesses.

Alas, their Ammīs, Māmūs and Nānās were obstacles in the way.

My so many Pseudo Musalmīn sons hated me that I was a Hindu and still enjoying their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Ammīs and countless extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was also one of them.

I had named him Varchésh, but the name was used only by his Ammīs and me now.

For all the practical purposes, he was Nādirshāh Durrānī now.

He was ashamed of himself that I was his father.

He opposed me openly invariably.

Durrānī was his maternal surname he adopted deliberately.

His Ammī’s surname I mean.

Her name was Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī.

Her Abbū, Imām Aħmadshāh Durrānī named my son Varchésh, Nādirshāh Durrānī.

A modern Rāvañ?

I prayed Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā not to let me see any such result.

But, the fact was, Nādirshāh Durrānī, led Pakistan now in so many movements against India and Hindus.

He hated India and Hindus more, than he hated even me.

Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī was very ashamed of herself that she could not make Nādirshāh Durrānī Varchésh again.

It was only when the two of us were in the showers, after I had easily defeated my 19 year old son at squash, that I noticed that my son had clearly inherited the dominant genes of my wife’s family which had resulted in my son having a mere stub of a dick.

I tried not to chuckle at all the things my son would miss out on that I had enjoyed.

He could have cured it by being ardent in Stavans and Trishapt.

But he chose to practice Pseudo Islam instead of Hindutv.

He had deliberately chosen thus a life of loser, unknowingly and unscrupulously as well.

It was when my son mentioned, as we left the shower, that he finally had a girlfriend that I couldn’t help but think “poor girl”, she would prefer this – as I dried my huge Uncut Hindu Prick.

Two weeks later, she enjoyed her first sample of Nādirshāh Durrānī’s Hindu father’s supreme offering.

Sadly, for Nādirshāh Durrānī, that was quickly the end of their relationship.

Saåīdah Abu Ħasan preferred me on my Musalmān son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, formerly Varchésh.

She enjoyed me more inside her than she enjoyed Nādirshāh Durrānī.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was running one of my businesses in Pakistan.

I had so many of them around the entire globe everywhere, in every country without even any single exception.

My money, brain and my Ever-Increasing Bhogchakr were doing the miracles.

However, Nādirshāh Durrānī was doing a great job, in Pakistan in business.

It was a MNC, a Multi National Company, named Kħālidah Durgesh Constructions.

Nādirshāh Durrānī had hired an accountant, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.

Her job was to make sure; the financial side of the things was done properly.

Yet Nādirshāh Durrānī had also hired her, secretly, because she had the longest, sexiest legs and the best Pakistani Sunni Musalmān butt he had ever seen.

The third reason Nādirshāh Durrānī had hired Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was his Māmū Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī’s daughter.

Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī wanted Nādirshāh Durrānī to marry his daughter Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was determined to have a successful relationship after a series of failures – unknown to him, all caused by his Hindu father’s Supreme Uncut Hindu Cock.

He told me how happy he was when Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī started going out with him and that they had been going out for a month.

I looked her up on the business website and swallowed hard.

How could my imprudent arrogant Pakistani Sunni Musalmān son have landed this ever-cheating extremely shrewd entirely selfish Pseudo Musalmān  girl?

She had long blonde hair, an incredibly pretty face and deep intelligent brown eyes that one could quickly fall in love with.

I had also heard on the grapevine about her figure.

I made sure, through an indiscreet secretary I employed for such purposes, that Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī got to hear about her Musalmān boyfriend’s Hindu father but in particular about my legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was perilous for my son Varchésh, Nādirshāh Durrānī or whatsoever; he wanted his name to be.

Nādirshāh Durrānī’s Māmū, Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, was after his Bhānjā’s well-established Company through his daughter.

He was playing a deeper game.

Even his younger sister, my Live in relationship Partner, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, doubted his elder brother’s utterly selfish intentions.

“Save our son, Durgesh. He is a fool.”

“He has vowed to defeat his own father.” I said curtly, “Have you heard?”

“He is a fool, imprudent and arrogant.” Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī said heatedly.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed.

There had to be some mistake as her boyfriend had the smallest dick she had ever seen and she already knew the relationship was doomed.

“I’m surprised why most of the Musalmīn are losing their manhood nowadays so fast.”Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed at her equally shrewd, scrupulous and selfish friend Kulsoom Humāyūn.

Kulsūm Humāyūn winked at Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.
“They were never a man, you idiot.”
“Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed.
“Hey, you? Stop it. I know you are enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now in your Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.”
“You know my foot.” Kulsūm Humāyūn rebuked her, “Every Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now, and perhaps always even.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed at her friend’s almost frustrated lewdness.
“Only Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choots? What about Pakistani Shiå Musalmān Choots ? What about Pakistani Aħmadī Musalmān Choots? You mean they are more patriotic, more loyal to Pakistan than we are?”
“They are not Musalmān even. Shiå Kāfir. Aħmadī Kāfir.”
“I’m talking of their loyalties, their patriotism for Pakistan.”
“And I am talking of their Īmān.”

Today I turned up at the office at 4 pm finally to meet Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.
I found my son under a pile of papers moaning that he would be stuck in the office for hours.
Nādirshāh Durrānī dropped into the conversation that Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had gone home early.
I decided it might be a good idea to stop by at my son’s house on the way home.
I called my ‘wife’, my Pakistani Live in relationship Partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, to say I was in a meeting and would be a bit late.
“I asked you to protect our son’s interests in the Company and you are—”
“Kħālidah, have faith in me. Will you, please?”
“If Varchésh loses control I won’t forgive you ever.”
“I know Sālī. Believe me I don’t love him less.”
“He is practicing Pseudo Islam.”
“It doesn’t change the eternal fact that he is our son. Does it?”
“Certainly not.” She was all tears now, “Thank you. And Durgesh,—”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry if I was rude somewhat. Please forgive me.”
“Oh, it’s alright. I understand. You are his Ammī. But you forget that I’m his father—his real father.”
“Yes darling. I’m sorry already. Forgive our foolish and arrogant son.”
I sighed.
“Don’t worry, Kħālidah. I’m his father.”

Nādirshāh Durrānī found that his paperwork only took him a couple of hours.
He turned up at home at just after six and was surprised but pleased to see my Mercedes there.

As he unlocked the front door, I pushed another 3 inches of my huge Uncut Hindu Cock down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s throat and looked down at this gorgeous young Musalmān woman who looked amazing as she desperately worshipped the biggest Uncut Hindu Cock she had ever seen.
I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes of her legs when I first arrived and the flirting had been intense.
Her tight miniskirt and bare tanned legs had me throbbing in my trousers and I had not attempted to hide it.
Why the hell should have I?
It was my ever best weapon against inhumanity, my Brahmāstr.
I was proud of it.
Why shouldn’t I?

When she saw my 9 or 10 inch ever erect Uncut Hindu Cock fall out of my trousers she had attempted to be cool by saying, “I have seen bigger”.
She wasn’t saying that now I thought as she fought with 12 inches of rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock whilst her hand worshipped the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock and my huge balls.

I was all alert as I heard the door.
I had a lot of experience of nearly being caught and it was more annoyance that I would have to hurry up rather than fear which caused me to pause.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was also frustrated.
She wanted to be fucked but now she had been caught.

I called down to my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, from the bedroom:
“I am just helping Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī with a little problem she has.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was coming up for air and had to stifle a laugh.
Nādirshāh Durrānī’s tiny dick was certainly a problem and my Hindu monster was the perfect solution.
“We will be down in 5 minutes” I added.

With no reason to distrust me Nādirshāh Durrānī put the TV on and called up,
“Fine, see you soon.”

I smiled an arrogant smile down at my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s girlfriend and said,
“Let me see whether I can fix that problem for you, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī “.
With that I started to pound my huge Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat.
She looked so pretty as she stared into my eyes and worshipped my Hindu tool.

Ten minutes later Nādirshāh Durrānī thought he heard a bang upstairs and called up:
“Are you two nearly finished, Sal, are you ok.”

The banging had been the headboard hitting the wall hard as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock hard down her throat and was preparing to cum.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her mouth to answer but as she opened her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth to call him, I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund back in.
She looked worried but I calmly called down:
“We are fine, Nādir. I underestimated the size of the problem but we will be down soon. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī just has something in her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth right now.”

Innocently Nādirshāh Durrānī thought I meant food and returned to the TV.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could see and feel it twitching and throbbing and knew I was close.
What Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī didn’t know was that I prided myself on being able to cum on demand but could control myself when on the very edge for ages.
I enjoyed that feeling more than any other.
What I wasn’t counting on was what Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was about to say as she came up for air:
“You could fit 20 of my tiny little things into this monster. I am never touching Nādirshāh Durrānī’s inadequate little cut Musalmān nūnī again.”
The comparison reminded me of the wedding day and just like that day the result was the same.
I let out a grunt and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī saw the end of my Uncut Hindu Lund flare dangerously and throb out of control.
“I bet Durgesh, you come more than Nādirshāh Durrānī does, too” she added.
She was right.

The first blast lasted 10 seconds.
I emptied myself into her mouth like letting off a pressurized firehose.
The jet plastered her mouth inside entirely.
I smiled.
” Nādirshāh Durrānī doesn’t cum that much in a month,” she said and giggled.
I smiled.
She has no idea how much I cum I thought to myself .
I put my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock in her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth and started to cum again.
Just 4 inches, the rest she worshipped with her hands.
She swallowed desperately for 30 seconds as my balls released their charm.
Allah, God, she wanted to be fucked by me.
I had tried to control the pace of my release so that she could cope with the volume but there was only so much Hindu cum one Musalmān woman can swallow.
I slid my slick Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth and the size of it dwarfed her as she licked it.

“Watch” I said. “Watch how my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s pretty Musalmān girlfriend makes me cum. Nādirshāh Durrānī! He called downstairs. At the same time my Uncut Hindu Cock started to cum.”
I was in heaven as I saw her transfixed on the weapon which had given me an advantage over every man I met, including my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī.

“Come upstairs. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has been busy and I am very impressed with her.”

As Nādirshāh Durrānī reached the foot of the stairs I had been cuming for a minute and a half and shots were still landing into her pretty Musalmān mouth.
She wondered what her boyfriend would make of the scene.

I finished ejaculating as Nādirshāh Durrānī reached the top of the stairs – 15 yards from the bedroom door.
“I never get caught” I whispered and stood up.
I pushed my huge Uncut Hindu Lund into my trousers – it was still hard and was pressing against me over my trousers.
Yet, as my shirt fell over, it was only slightly visible.
I grabbed a document from my briefcase which hid my chest and met my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, at the door.
“We need to discuss this document whilst Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī gets ready for dinner,” I said as I directed my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, to the office and caught my breath. “I am not sure she will still be hungry though after the amount of nuts and seeds she has gulped down this afternoon.” I said.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī overheard me, smiled and scooped some of my more Hindu cum into her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth!
Half an hour later, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī entered the dining room to have dinner with her boyfriend and me.
My Musalmān wife had been delighted to hear from her Hindu husband that I was making the effort to spend time with our Musalmān son when I had telephoned her to tell her where I was.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had dressed to impress for dinner – but sadly not to impress her boyfriend.
Her pretty Musalmān mouth had just been fucked senseless by my huge 12 inch weapon and she was desperate for me now to fuck her properly.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s tight miniskirt revealed all of her long tanned legs and her top emphasized the firmness of her b cup tits as they were pushing out of a wonder bra.
By the time we sat down for dinner I could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock pressing hard against my trousers and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was prudent enough whilst chatting with her boyfriend to reach under the table with her left hand, unzip her boyfriend’s father’s trousers and release my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

I had to be careful that it didn’t spring above the level of the table and into full sight for my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, to view.
I knew, as my hands slid all over Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s long legs that I was going to find a way to fuck her very soon.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī wanked me hard under the table and it turned us both on to chat away with Nādirshāh Durrānī who was quite oblivious to what was going on under the table.

As Nādirshāh Durrānī got up to take the plates to the kitchen we knew we would have a couple of minutes alone.
I let my weapon spring above the level of the table and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī lowered her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth over it and at the same time cupped my huge balls with both hands.
I could last for hours when I needed to, but here I had only a couple of minutes.
I quickly lifted Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī off my Uncut Hindu Cock and placed her face down on the table.
I spread her fantastic legs apart and my huge Hindu weapon easily found its way past her thong and into her.
It slid 7 inches inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on my first Hindu thrust and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī grunted with immense unanticipated pleasure.
“How can you live with my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s 2 inches?” I said as I gradually pushed the remaining 5 inches into her and smiled as she had 3 orgasms before I was fully inside her.

“I can’t” she replied breathlessly. “I need your huge Uncut Hindu Cock. Allah, God, fuck me you Hindu stud”.
I built the pace up slowly so as not to hurt her but I smiled in satisfaction as I reached ramming speed and looked at my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s girlfriend’s fantastic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and legs clamped around my huge Hindu piston.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī needed to stuff a napkin in her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth to stop herself screaming with her intense female Musalmān lust and pleasure.

I called through to the kitchen:

“Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī and I have been chatting. I was very impressed with the work she did for me upstairs and I have offered her a promotion to work with me as my personal accountant. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī agrees with me that her current position with you does not stretch her enough.”

I smiled down at her, thrust my huge Uncut Hindu Cock back into her and felt I could cum at any moment if I needed to.

“This is something we should discuss Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, Dad, I will be through in a minute,” Nādirshāh Durrānī called.

I said quietly to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, “You know how much I cum. I better start now. Prepare to be filled.”

I, on demand, started spurting my hot Hindu seed deepest into her.

“I am going to take you on all my business trips, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī , so you better get used to this.”

I continued to spurt my endless Hindu cum deepest inside her.

One minute later I pulled my still throbbing Uncut Hindu Dick out of her.
Two huge ribbons of cum shot across the room and landed behind the door before Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could get her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth over the monster and started to swallow the last few powerful shots.
I heard footsteps through the hall and pressed Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī’s head down hard, on my Uncut Hindu Cock so that it was safely below the level of the table.
I looked into my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s eyes as he walked into the room.
I released shot after shot of the remainder of the contents of my huge balls down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s throat.
I was somehow able to calmly say, “Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has gone to the bathroom but could you make us all coffee before I go home.”

“Sure, Dad,” Nādirshāh Durrānī said and turned to go back to the kitchen.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī came up for air looking like a gorgeous babe who had just been fucked at both ends – which was what she was.

“Wow, I’m dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī, as long as I have this, I’m happy” she said grabbing my still hard Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Not tonight though darling, I want to be 12 inches inside of you tomorrow when you tell me on the phone that I have the ever best Uncut Hindu Lund and you are dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī for a better man.”

I smiled and looked forward to tomorrow, and all my future business trips with her tanned toned Musalmān legs wrapped around me.

Chapter 6

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam