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I stood outside my college waiting for my dad to pick me up.
I am Laila Muħammad Ħasan, the only daughter of my real father, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, from my Ammījān, Laila Āftāb.
I had, also, to leave my innocent Abbū, as I thought of him then, to live with my Ammījān.
I could not understand the intense sexual needs of my Ammījān, Laila Āftāb, then, my Imām Abbū was adamant not to fullfil as they were ‘against’(?) Islam.
Durgesh obliged my Ammījān, Laila Āftāb too, as he obliged my Imām Abbū’s other Årab Musalmān wives, now living with him.
Since then, my dad had been everything to me, as my Ammījān wanted.
She loved Durgesh, as she never loved my real Abbū.
Durgesh Dad took utmost care for me and I could say I never missed my real Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, much.
Durgesh Dad cared for me to the extent that even when my Ammījān, Laila Āftāb, was not therein the house, he didn’t call his any Musalmān beloved for my sake.
he wasn’t sure about how my step Ammīs may behave with me.
Things were going smooth or it was what I thought until that night came.
My Imām Abbū, Muħammad Ħasan, got married at a young age of 24 and my Ammījān, Laila Āftāb, was 19 then.
I was born in a year as a token to appreciate their unconditional love.
Life was going smooth and steady until one day when my Ammī left my Imām Abbū.
No woman was steady now in my Imām Abbū Muħammad Ħasan’s life.
Without any exception!
When My Durgesh Dad was left alone, I thought he was happy, until the day came when I realized he is still young and in need of some intimacy which he missed in the home when my Ammī was not around with us.
My Hindu dad parked his bike near me as I hopped onto it.
I clung tightly to him which I am used to quite often.
“How was the day, Laila Muħammad Ħasan?” he enquired me.
“Fine as usual, dad,” I replied back while my fingers were busy unwrapping the chocolate he bought for me.
We reached our home and I moved inside with him following me behind.
I moved to my bedroom and slipped off into nighty.
I walked into the kitchen to make coffee for both of us while my Durgesh Dad relaxed watching TV.
I handed him the coffee and sat near him.
“What’s the plan for this evening, daddy?” I enquired him with my hands around his neck hugging him close.
“Not yet planned, darling.”
“Come on daddy, lets go out somewhere,” I pulled him up.
I wore a pink colored salwar and he got dressed up in a stripped shirt.
We drove off in his bike and I was quite excited about the movie all along.
He was not sure but agreed for my sake and we went off for a movie.
The movie was a good one which I watched with my hands wrapped around my new Hindu dad.
He was quite uncomfortable than usual.
It went on uneventful and we came back home earlier.
I felt my dad was not his usual cheerful self and he was completely worried about something.
After getting dressed in my usual satin nighty, I Joined him in his bedroom.
I cuddled closer to him when he suddenly moved off me.
“Dad…what happened?” I asked him completely shocked.
“Nothing dear. You just get some sleep,” he said with his eyes grave.
I moved close to him, holding his face in my palm.
He looked at me gravely and hugged me tight.
I felt a flush of excitement in my body of being touched so intimate by a Hindu man.
My Hindu dad had hugged me so often but today it all seemed so new.
I hugged him back feeling my Musalmān breasts touching his Hindu chest.
He got off me and smiled saying,
“Nothing dear. You just look so much like your Ammījān and I sometimes feel I am with her. You know Laila Āftāb does not look her age. People think she is your twin elder sister.”
“Yes, dad darling,” I beamed, “I’m proud of my Ammījān’s taking care of her age and beauty.” Then impishly I teased him, “She won you with it, dad. Didn’t she? The great Durgesh, I mean.”
“Of course, darling.” He laughed, “I acknowledge your extremely beautiful Ammījān, Laila Āftāb, has defeated me, the great Durgesh in your words.”
“What do you mean ‘in my words’?”I beamed again,”My Hindu dad is really great, rather greatest I think. He has successfully established his everfirst Sex Empire with countless Muslim Beauties,even when he is a Hindu.”
“Thank you, darling!”
I couldn’t get his words clearly but I understood he is serious because he had seen his Musalmān ‘daughter’ as his wife.
I know I am not a kid and my Hindu dad misses the company of a young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman in his life, in this house, when my Ammījān is not home.
I slipped off the bed and walked towards my bedroom door locking myself inside.
My mind was filled with confusion as I walked all over my room wondering about the things that happened.
I looked at myself in the mirror thinking deeply.
A few minutes passed when I realized I was staring at my own body in the mirror.
The reflection showed a young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl of 19 years with extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān feminine curves and bums.
My Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks were wide yet slim with a medium sized pair of firm, fair Musalmān breasts gifted to me from my Ammī.
My skin was completely soft to touch and quite sensitive.
“I am a fully grown young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman…why can’t I be my Hindu dad’s wife for the night? In this way I won’t lose him ever, and there won’t be some another Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Beautyin the home, to compete with my Ammījān ever.” I thought to myself demolishing all the thoughts of committing incest which is a sin in this world.
After all, Durgesh was NOT my real father.
How was it incest then?
My determination to make my Hindu dad happy took over my questioning brain.
I moved to the cupboard and took out my Ammījān’s saree.
It was bright red in color with flower patterns.
I slipped my soft Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts into her bra which cupped it tightly.
“Oh….I am almost the same as Ammījān even in sizes,” I wondered in my mind as I wrapped the saree around me after wearing the blouse and petticoat.
I looked at my reflection once again to give a touch up.
Then I made my way up to my parent’s bedroom.
I knocked slightly over the door.
My body trembled in excitement and fear.
I felt a shiver in my spines when I felt I will no longer be a virgin the next morning.
My untouched Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts would be felt by my very own Hindu dad soon.
My erect nipples would be in his fingers and flicked over by his Hindu tongue.
My soft Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs would be spread wide apart so that he would be able to get in between and penetrate my soft Saåūdī Årab Musalmān virgin hole.
My body almost got flushed with my wetness as all these thoughts swept through me.
I felt I am mentally ready to be my Hindu father’s new Musalmān wife tonight.
To take up that place in his bed which my Ammījan has taken quite a few years back.
To offer myself willingly to be devoured by the Hindu man who fucks my Ammījān too.
He gazed at me and stood astonished.
“I know you miss Ammījān so much dad. You have done so much for me and I wish to return the favor with whatever I got.” I spoke mustering up my courage.
I finished my sentence and walked inside the room locking it behind us.
My dad still stood still unable to decide what he should be doing at this Moment.
I blushed a bit when I realized I am alone with a Hindu male for the first time in my life in his bedroom.
I stood still, waiting for him to take things from there.
“Laila Muħammad Ħasan…I don’t know whether this is right or wrong.” He blurted out as he came near me.
He hugged me tight and lifted me up walking towards the bed.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck due to my excitement and shyness.
“Laila Muħammad Ħasan…Laila Muħammad Ħasan….” he kept whispering my Ammījān’s name every minute as he started making love to me.
I remained silent but I was breathing heavily.
The room was completely dark except for the moonlight that was flooding in.
I could see his shadow as he stripped off completely.
I gave out a gasp when I saw a glimpse of his hard Uncut Hindu organ in the dark.
He then Joined me in bed and slowly started undressing me.
The scent of my Ammījān from her saree aroused him to a great extent.
He took his time and undressed me slow and steady.
The next few minutes passed like an eternity when I finally felt the cold breeze against my erect nipples.
My dad started devouring me, tasting me to his hearts content.
His Hindu lips were all over my face kissing me everywhere.
I offered my lips to him and he took them into his control.
He kissed me feverishly his Hindu tongue rolling into my mouth and his hands undoing my blouse.
Soon, I was moaning loudly grabbing his head as he sucked my nipples roughly.
His hands were all over my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts caressing them while his mouth and teeth were engaged in pleasuring my nipples.
“Oh…ohh…daddy,” I moaned out loud.
My first orgasm for the night flooded away leaving me breathless.
He caressed my Musalmān Tummy, feeling my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān soft skin.
His fingers trailed down parting my thighs slowly, inside my panty and sank itself into my wetness.
I bucked my Musalmān buttocks up violently to protest his fingers from invading into my prohibited part of my body.
I started breathing heavily.
His fingers moved themselves in and out of me, making me gasp each time they touched my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Clitoris.
“Oh…I feel so…” I kept whimpering. My dad took control of me and spread my legs wide.
I felt weak under him as he placed the tip of his hard Uncut Hindu member and pushed it inside my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān tight hole.
He kept his Hindu hands firmly on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān fleshy thighs keeping them wide apart for this entry.
“Ahhh….daddy….please it hurts me so much,” I cried in pain when his Uncut Hindu Cock ripped itself past my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Virginity.
But he was in no mood to listen to my pleas.
My hands gripped his shoulders tightly with my finger nails digged into his skin.
I kept sobbing as he slowly moved in and out of me.
He went on a steady pace and I closed my eyes.
I could feel myself in the place of my Ammī.
She lost her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Virginity in this same bed a long time back.
She would have been a shy and scared virgin Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl same as me now.
She couldn’t have protested much when her husband my dad stripped her naked and made love to her.
Soon I felt waves of the second orgasm and cummed all over his Uncut Hindu hard on.
He grunted as he dropped his Hindu seed inside my now torn hole.
Dad relaxed slowly and I felt his now soft organ slip out of me.
The bed was wet with the stains made by his Hindu cum and my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān blood.
I lay there trying to catch my breath which was out of me for sometime now.
He bent down and kissed my still quivering extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lips.
The kiss made me forgot the pain I endured when I went through this and smiled at him.
I kissed him back, and kissed and kissed till he was not as hot again as he started to fuck me again.
I knew my life would never be the same again.
The proof was that he fucked me now non stop for how many days and nights, we both didn’t care even to know.
The only thing I knew was that the great Durgesh was fucking me now ferociously, non stop for, perhaps, ever.
It was glistening now with my vaginal juices.
Naturally, I was enjoying it very much and beaming with the knowledge.
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