KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 27
Posted: June 9, 2012 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, Al Sāliħah Al Rashīd, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, HLMCIC, Iqbāl Rashīd, life sciences, Lily Turner, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Shaguftah Rashīd, Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk 4 CommentsKħātūn-e-Jannat
Chapter 27
Al Sāliħah Al Rashīd was also proud of her daughter, Lily Turner.
Despite Shaguftah Rashīd wasn’t her real sister, Lily Turner didn’t love her lesser.
There was a grand difference of age between Lily Turner and Shaguftah Rashīd.
Shaguftah Rashīd was twenty-eight now, while Lily Turner was twenty-eight while she first met me.
Yet, due to my Svarūpé Avasthānam, none of us looked aged.
Lily Turner still looked anywhere in her late thirties.
Actually, she was sixty-two now, on the brim of completing her sixty-three even.
Shaguftah Rashīd, her younger half sister, was twenty-five years younger to Lily Turner.*
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl turned to me.
“The bastard.” She said.
I smiled fucking her more passionately,
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan doesn’t know where Shaguftah Rashīd lives?”
“No. He says there are certain female shareholders who don’t want to come in the open, supporting Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. Imām Muħammad Ħasan doesn’t have their addresses. They are kept secret.”
“And Shaguftah Rashīd is one of them?”
“And Shaguftah Rashīd is one of them.”
“Maybe he is really not entrusted. Yet, it sounds goofy to me.”
“To me too.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl roared.
“Anyway, that’s his story.”
The door from the manager’s apartment opened.
Raziyah Najmul Ħasan, wearing a housedress, came toward us.
Her face had been given a generous application of rouge somewhat evenly applied.
She smiled at us,
“I…”
Raziyah Najmul Ħasan turned toward the door.
We followed her gaze.
Through the plate glass, we saw a slim waisted young man run up the porch stairs, and jab a key into the lock of the door.
Raziyah Najmul Ħasan had time to say, before the door opened,
“This is Iqbāl Rashīd now.”
We waited until Iqbāl Rashīd was well on his way toward the elevator.
I noticed his half running pace and the excited tension that seemed to grip him.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked.
“Putting out a fire?”
Iqbāl Rashīd apparently saw us for the first time.
He jerked to a standing stop, and stared.
Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said, ingratiatingly,
“Iqbāl Rashīd, this is…”
“Let me handle it.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl interrupted.
She stepped forward and jerked back the lapel of her coat so that Iqbāl Rashīd could see her badge and stars.
Iqbāl Rashīd’s reaction to it was instantaneous.
He half turned back toward the big plate glass door as if about to run.
By an obvious effort Iqbāl Rashīd caught himself and turned to ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
His face was white.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was ominously, threateningly silent.
She watched Iqbāl Rashīd’s countenance.
It began to twitch.
Realizing he was trapped, Iqbāl Rashīd took a deep breath.
Even I could see his hands clenching into fists.
“Well,” he asked, “what is it?”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl took her time in answering.
I also studied Iqbāl Rashīd.
He was a small boned slim hipped man.
His coat was heavily padded at the shoulders.
The even tan of his face indicated that he habitually went without a hat and was much in the open.
His hair, black and glossy, waved back from his forehead with a rippling regularity that suggested the touch of a professional hairdresser.
His height was medium and he didn’t weigh much more than a hundred and thirty pounds.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s voice had the rasping belligerence of a police officer dealing with a law violator.
“What’s the hurry?”
“I wanted to get to bed.” Iqbāl Rashīd controlled himself surprisingly.
He even managed to smile at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl feigning good manners even.
I warned ACP Suraiyā Jamāl in an eyes-to-eyes message.
She reassured me similarly without using even a single word.
“You certainly steamed up about it.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl watched him sharply.
Iqbāl Rashīd managed to smile sophisticatedly.
He didn’t comment.
“We want some information.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said aggressively.
“Sure, ma’am. Whatever I can help the law.”
“Shaguftah Rashīd is your sister?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“We’re trying to locate her. We got a lead to you.”
“Well, Shaguftah Bājī doesn’t live with me.”
“Where does she live?”
“She has her own residence, Shaguftah Rashīd Apartments.”
“I see. Your Bājī is that Shaguftah Rashīd?”
“My Bājī is that Shaguftah Rashīd. Don’t I appear to be her younger brother, ma’am?” Iqbāl Rashīd tried to be cheerful now.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl maintained her impersonal belligerent police behavior.
“When did you see her last?”
“Last? Why? Is there something abnormal, officer?”
“Don’t try to question me, young chap. Just answer me. When did you see her last?”
“A week ago? An hour ago?” I too asked.
“Oh, probably yesterday sometime. She’s at the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. I too am manager there.”
“At Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?”
“Yes, ma’am. Is there anything wrong?”
“Not that the police know of. Yet, there are so many Musalmīn that think the name of the club is disgraceful to them. Don’t you yourself think so?”
“The Musalmīn that think so, don’t know the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club is actually owned by internationally renowned and well established zillionaires, trillionaires, billionaires and at least multi-millionaires Musalmān Beauties. The Hindus have a too much negligible shareholding in the club. So even if it is a disgrace to the Musalmīn, the Hindus are not responsible for it. The internationally capable, accomplished, talented, proficient, skilled, gifted, adept, skillful, clever, and influential, powerful Musalmān Beauties are accountable for it. Most of them are feminist nudists. They don’t think the name of the club is disgraceful to them. Instead, they think it’s disgraceful to the Hindus, not to Musalmīn. ”
“What? Disgraceful to the Hindus? How?”
“Ask them, the owners of the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club I mean.”
“I see.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“You deserve to be a manager there. Quite efficient. Congratulations.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“Never mind. Okay. Go on to bed. We shan’t need you anymore. Thanks for your cooperation. The Shaguftah Rashīd Apartments is on Brahmarshi Street, isn’t it?”
“That’s right ma’am.” Iqbāl Rashīd said good-naturedly.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl nodded to me,
“Okay, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, let’s go, I think.”*
Leaving the CIA building for the White House in her chauffeur driven black limousine, Lily Turner had entered the west basement.
After nodding good morning to several National Security officers, Lily Turner hastened up a narrow flight of stairs to the office of Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House.
The office was two doors down from the President’s Oval Office.
Inside, three of Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf’s aides, informally attired, were lounging about discussing the contents of a speech President of USA, Jimmy Carter, would soon deliver on cuts in domestic spending.
Lily Turner hadn’t seen Durgesh praising any President of USA as much as he was praising Jimmy Carter now.
Were the rumors true?
Is Durgesh really capable to replace anyone after his so-called Svarūpé Avasthānam?
President Jimmy Carter was really now Durgesh in his one of the infinite projected bodies?
Nonsense.
How is it possible?
How a person can has his two bodies so drastically different in almost everything?
What’s there common between Durgesh and President Jimmy Carter?
Wasn’t Karl Marx right when he said that Religion is opium of people?
Yes, Soviet Union isn’t the friend of USA.
But it doesn’t mean that everything whatsoever the Soviet Union believes in is wrong.
After returning the greetings Lily Turner looked significantly at Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House.
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf dismissed the aides, postponing the conference on speech for later in the day.
At the moment both Lily Turner and she were expected in the president’s Oval Office to give Evelyn Carter a general picture of the lunch with Durgesh, the Mayor of Ved Nagar.
Hell, Durgesh is actually representing not only India now.
Durgesh is actually representing both the Secular Hindus and Secular Musalmīn spread everywhere internationally.
Yes, Durgesh doesn’t say so in so many words.
But it may fool only the morons, not Lily Turner.
Seated across from Evelyn Carter, Lily Turner felt at ease.
She had known Evelyn Carter a long time.
A PhD from Harvard University, Lily Turner, was very confident she could use Evelyn Carter to the best interest of United States.
She knew she was extremely beautiful.
When Durgesh fucks her, she understood how obsessed he is to fuck Lily Turner.
Since her first sexual intercourse with Durgesh, Durgesh’s obsession in fucking Lily Turner has increased the more he fucked her.
Heavens, how wildly Durgesh thrusts into her Baptist Christian Cunt his Vedic Monotheist Uncut Hindu Cock.
She always felt a great triumph of her Baptist Christian Cunt on my Vedic Monotheist Uncut Hindu Lund whenever I went so wild fucking Lily Turner.
Brilliant, smart and pleasant, with a constantly benign expression, Lily Turner’s affability suited Evelyn Carter.
So did her intellect and her ability at organization.
Now Lily Turner tried to fill Evelyn Carter in on the situation in Ved Nagar, my Svarūpé Avasthānam , the fact that I was the democratic head of Hindu Vishv Underground when it dissolved into Vyom.
Evelyn Carter appeared to be only half listening.
She gradually managed to turn the subject matter to the sex championship contest in Washington D.C. between Musalmān Beauties and Christian Beauties.
I was the male partner, and officially that was the reason I was there.
“Who do you think, Lily Turner, would win?” Evelyn Carter had asked after Lily Turner’s extensive briefing of her on my Svarūpé Avasthānam.
Lily Turner was neither sure nor actually, she was interested.
What the hell difference does it make?
She double-talked.
She knew only who would lose if Lily Turner didn’t get Evelyn Carter back on the rails about Ved Nagar and my Svarūpé Avasthānam.
Evelyn Carter was impatient somewhat.
“Look, Lily Turner, let’s go to Ved Nagar and Durgesh’s so called damn (Shanno Mitrah!) Svarūpé Avasthānam later. Do I have to hear it all twice? Let’s go over it at the cabinet meeting. Then it’ll be fresh in my mind when I settle down to lunch with Durgesh.”
“Evelyn Carter,” Lily Turner grunted, “we are preparing you for the next president. If you don’t want to…”
Evelyn Carter laughed.
“We have four years now for it, dearie, haven’t we?”
Lily Turner held Evelyn Carter’s hand and twisted it somewhat.
“Ouch!” Evelyn Carter jumped up, “what are you doing?”
“Trying to make you listen to me, you moron.”
Evelyn Carter winked at her.
“I’m dying to watch Durgesh fucking us Christian Beauties.”
“He’d fuck Musalmān Beauties as well. And the Musalmān Beauties would win the contest.”
“Damn you! How do you know?”
When Lily Turner returned to her quarters, annoyed at her failure to get anywhere with Evelyn Carter, she considered phoning Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, and Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, to pick up on the speech about cuts in domestic spending.*
The Shaguftah Rashīd Apartments was a little walk up.
Here again ACP Suraiyā Jamāl and I encountered a locked door, a series of mailboxes and call bells.
There was no answer at Shaguftah Rashīd bell.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl summoned the manager again.
She ordered her to follow us up to the apartment with a passkey.
We climbed two flights of stairs, as the elevator wasn’t in working order temporarily then.
All the three of us, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl I and the beautiful manager of Shaguftah Rashīd Apartments, walked down a narrow, yet heavily carpeted corridor, fragrant with wonderfully pleasant aroma and the lighted emanations that fill an excellent ventilated place where people were sleeping.
It was noticeable that the immigrant apartment owners were providing more facilities to their tenants and customers in Ved Nagar than even the original residents.
They had to.
They had to win the tenants and customers from the original residents.
It had started a healthy competition between the immigrant apartment owners and the original residents of Ved Nagar in providing more and more facilities to their tenants and customers.
My administration there was encouraging it more and more.
It was impartial.
We wanted to encourage immigration.
Shaguftah Rashīd’s apartment was in the middle.
A light showed over the transom.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl knocked.
There wasn’t any answer.
She nodded to the beautiful manager.
“Okay. Open it up.”*
The beautiful manager of Shaguftah Rashīd Apartments hesitated a moment, then looked at me.
I nodded.
The door had Eīshān Vaigyānic lock.
While it was locked from inside it needed the Eīshān Vaigyānic rays emanating either from Shaguftah Rashīd’s own Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt or from the Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt of the beautiful manager.
My Vedic Monotheist Uncut Hindu Lund generated the required Eīshān Vaigyānic rays entering these Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts.
The beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān manager, Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk, unzipped me and I undressed her myself.
Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk sucked me and as soon as it was ready enough to fuck her, I nodded her to go into rukū.
Then I started to fuck Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk from her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān behind.
It was her first time with me.
Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk felt immensely honored.
I fucked Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk wildly until the required Eīshān Vaigyānic rays emanated from our wildly active genitals.
Even then, Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk whispered.
“Please honor my femininity by coming into me.”
I obliged her.*
The door clicked back.
The figure of a blond woman dressed in a tweed skirt and jacket stockings and rubber soled gold shoes, lay sprawled near the door.
The telephone had been knocked from a small spindly-legged stand to the floor.
A box of the chocolate creams was open on the table, and some wrapping paper.
It was evident that in the wrapping paper the chocolate box had been tied folded itself neatly around the edges of the box.
The cover lay slightly to one side.
On the cover, there was a chocolate smudged card.
It said:
‘These will make you feel better.’
The card was signed with the initials ‘FMA’.
The chocolates were cradled in little paper cups.
A blank space in the upper tray furnished the sole clue as to the number that had been eaten.
I made a swift survey.
I estimated that eight or ten were missing from the top layer of the box.
The lower layer seemed untouched.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl bent over the young woman, felt her pulse and twisted to the manager of the apartments, Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
“You must be a highly qualified doctor to qualify for being a manager here in Eīshān Vaigyānic areas. Are you?”
“Sure.” Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk immediately was all-alert.
“I’m going downstairs. I’ve to call Inspector Pratāp at headquarters. I’ve to tell him I’ve found Shaguftah Rashīd and the candy. It’s evident that she’s been poisoned. I’ve to order Inspector Pratāp to rush out the fingerprint staff and an ambulance.”
“We may need your decisions as a competent police officer for what to do in certain medical turn outs while checking her.” Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk protested, “Why don’t you use your mobile here to instruct your staff necessarily?”
“I may have to instruct my staff clandestinely.”
“That can wait. Your presence here is far more necessary. It can’t wait.”
“Okay. Go ahead. Check her.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl immediately decided.
I dropped to one knee to look down on the unconscious Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.
“Should we straighten her out?” I looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl and Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
Without answering me Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk took my already out Uncut Hindu Cock and shoved it into Shaguftah Rashīd’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
To my immense surprise, the unconscious Shaguftah Rashīd immediately responded and started to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock in her very unconsciousness.
I started to harden once more.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled and winked at me.
I looked at Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
Then both of us, Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk and I smiled at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
“I think it’s Eīshān Vaigyānic first aid? Isn’t it?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.
“Sure. That’s right.” Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk confirmed.
“What if it were a man?”
“The men need different sort of first aid in Eīshān Vigyān.”
Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk felt Shaguftah Rashīd’s pulse.
Shaguftah Rashīd’s face was slightly congested.
Her breathing was slow and seemed labored.
The skin was surprisingly cold to the touch.
“Looks more like a drug than an active poison.” Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said, “I think if you fuck her immediately perhaps we can bring her out of it without any more medical help.”
I looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
There was a legal question in my eyes.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl immediately took the necessary decision.
“Go ahead Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, fuck her.”
“Nonsense. She is unconscious. She may hate me for what you both tell me to do with her.”*
Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said curtly.
“You didn’t hesitate when you’d to fuck me.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl laughed.
“You are more beautiful than Shaguftah Rashīd, if she is really Shaguftah Rashīd.”
“Nonsense.” Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said, “And she is really Shaguftah Rashīd. Naturally you don’t think I don’t know my employer even.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.
“Well, she has spread her legs. Perhaps even in her unconsciousness she is inviting you to go ahead and fuck her.”
“Is she married?” I asked Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
“Yes. Why did you ask?”
“Call her husband. He must consent first in writing that I can fuck his Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife to treat her medically in Sex Therapy.”
Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk laughed bitterly.
“How do you know it wasn’t her husband that has drugged her to death? Musalmān Beauties don’t join Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club if they maintain healthy married life with their wretched Musalmān husbands.”
“Well,” I hesitated.
“Fuck her.” Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk shouted, “She is losing the temperature of her body. She has been drugged to die of coldness, I think.”
“Durgesh, go ahead. Damn it.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl also shouted, “I think when she was telephoning you her husband had heard somehow and succeeded in drugging her.”
“Do you know her husband’s name?” I looked at Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
“Fahīm Muħammad Åbbās.”
“FMA.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl roared.
“Durgesh, to hell with your ethics.” Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk roared, “I request you medically to fuck her to save her life.”*
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KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 26
Posted: May 29, 2012 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Lily Turner, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex 2 CommentsKħātūn-e-Jannat
Chapter 26
Durgesh Lily Turner
I remembered when I first met her.
The flight on board the DC-10 from Virginia was uneventful.
The flight attendant seemed friendly enough although I could not stop looking at her legs.
Even though the flight was not that long, I had a few too many adult beverages.
Even the best have to go sometime so I made my way to the rear of the jet to the restroom, when someone caught my attention.
She was stunning in a plain sort of way.
Her hair neatly brushed back behind her ears.
A simple, yet elegant, blouse that hid what I suspected was an ample set of breasts.
Neither of these wonderful assets caught my attention.
It was her eyes.
She only gave a quick glance my way, but that was enough.
Her eyes seemed to pierce right through my very soul.
It seemed that I had been standing there for an hour, but in reality, it was just a few seconds.
I continued on my way back, finally getting to the lavatory.
I shut the door quickly.
My breathing labored.
It seemed I couldn’t focus on anything.
It was those eyes; they wouldn’t leave my thoughts.
As I returned to my seat, I chanced a look towards her.
To my disappointment, she was reading a nature magazine. I continued on my way back to my seat, trying to clear my thoughts.
The plane landed, and I was still finding it hard to focus.
All the way through the landing, baggage claim and trying to find a taxi I could not get those eyes out of my mind.
The room I reserved was one of the best.
It was nice to get the very best, almost always.
A spacious living area with a whirlpool, and a rather large bedroom, would definitely relax me.
I began to unpack my suitcase; I was going to start enjoying life after all.
It wasn’t any business trip.
After getting my things put away, I decided on a quick swim.
Maybe that would clear my mind.
There were about forty people lounging out by the pool.
Most of them were drinking something cold and colorful, with those little umbrellas in them.
As I dove into the clear blue water, a sense of relief began to wash over me.
All the stress from the long hours, and late nights of nonstop sexual work, were soon gone.
I started to feel at peace.
This was all about to change when I came up for air.
I broke the surface of the water and there was the same exotic woman from the flight in, staring at me with those eyes.
“Oh I’m sorry, my eyes were closed, and I didn’t realize that someone was standing there.” She flashed a little smile as bright as her eyes.
“It’s really alright, it’s not like you knocked me over or anything. Since we seem to have bumped into each other, maybe we should introduce ourselves’. I’m Lily Turner. If I’m not mistaken I think we were on the same flight,”
I stood there staring at her.
It really surprised me that even I found it hard to get any words out.
Her effect on me was intoxicating to say the least.
“Do you have a name or you going to make me guess?”
“My name is Durgesh,” I told her as air rushed back into my lungs.
Lily Turner smiled.
I was a little alert.
Lily Turner was smart and seemed to have a quick wit.
“Well I guess I’m going to have to take your word for it, unless you have an ID somewhere in those swim trunks.” I found it intoxicating to look into her eyes.
They were mystifying.
“Well now that the introductions are out of the way, what should we do now? I know I was getting ready to get out, and grab something tall and wet. Care to join me, Mr. Durgesh?”
We walked over to an open table and put the umbrella up.
The waiter came over and took our order, a Salty Dog for her and a Corona for me.
“I’m sorry for not being able to talk back in the pool. Something about the chemical in the water seemed to have taken by breath away,” I lied. “So what brings you to the island Lily Turner?”
“Well, I thought I would get away for a while and enjoy myself a little. I work very hard for my friends company and I needed a break. I know that sounds so much like a tourist but at least it’s true. May I ask what brings you to such a beautiful place? Are you here for business or maybe just some self pleasure?” she asked, letting the last part roll off her tongue.
“Well I guess, I’ve been putting in tons of overtime and thought I would treat myself to a little, how did you put that – self pleasure.”
We chatted for quite some time together.
The more Lily Turner drank, the more she relaxed.
It didn’t take long before the two of us began to feel at ease with each other.
“Wow look at the time. It seems we’ve been out here for a while. Forgive me for keeping you out so long. I should be getting back upstairs for a bit,” I said.
“Oh, what room are you in, if you don’t mind me asking?” I didn’t know where this was leading, but thought I’d play along for a while.
“I’m in room 1201,” I said.
“Isn’t that the top floor of the hotel? I believe it’s the Kings suite, isn’t it?” Lily Turner asked.
“As far as what they call it, I wouldn’t know, but that sounds as good a name as any,” I said jokingly.
“What room are you are in, if you don’t mind me asking also?” I asked.
“Well, it seems I didn’t get as good as you, I’m in 712,” Lily Turner replied bashfully.
I smiled.
“But, I wouldn’t mind seeing what’s on the top floor, if it’s not an inconvenience?” Lily Turner added quickly, trying not to appear intrigued.
“I think that I can arrange that,” I said. “In the meantime, it would be an honor to escort you to dinner tonight. That is, if you don’t already have plans.”
“I think that would be a lovely idea, say 7 o’clock? I’ll meet you up at your room if you don’t mind. That way, I can see what a king’s suite looks like.”
“It’s a deal. I’ll see you in a few hours then.” We shook hands politely and then I walked back inside to start getting ready.
‘This trip is starting to get better every minute,’ I said to myself, smiling, as I pushed the button for the elevator.
I busied myself with trying to decide what to wear.
I finally decided on a pair of tan slacks and a crisp white shirt.
I figured at least it would be cool and maybe that was a good thing, because things might get a little hot tonight, I hoped.
It was 6:45 and I was just finishing, when there was a knock at the door.
I opened up the door to a vision of beauty.
Lily Turner had on a knee-length flower printed dress that showed off her ample cleavage and fantastic legs, not to mention those eyes.
I smiled, when her voice started ringing in my ears. “DURGESH, did you hear what I said?” she asked politely.
“Oh I’m sorry what were you saying?” I said, trying to regain my composure.
“I asked if it was ok if I came in, I feel a little silly standing in the hall like this.”
I moved out of the doorway and watched her stroll into the room.
It was as if she was floating and never once touched the floor.
“Well; it looks as if you do very well for yourself, the room is very beautiful. I think you will likely get a few more dates with a room like this.” Lily Turner said as she scanned the room.
“I just have to finish up and then we can be on our way,” I said, and then returned to the bathroom.
I stood there splashing water on my face, trying to regain a little bit of my self-control back.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Durgesh, it’s not like you have never seen a woman before.”
Then that little voice in my head answered back, ‘yes, but not like that!’
I finished dressing and took a deep breath then went in to join her.
“That’s a very nice spa you have in there. I hope you don’t mind I took the liberty of looking around a bit.”
“No really that’s fine, I hope you like it.”
“Did you get to see everything?”
“Well if we both play our cards right, I will,” Lily Turner said with a little smile.
We went to a little café down from the hotel with a wonderful view of the ocean and the setting sun.
I noticed the way the persons stared at us as we walked down the boardwalk.
They all must have had the same thoughts, because all of them had that blank stare most men get when they see a beautiful woman.
I am sure if anyone of them had known Lily Turner was related to Stansfield Turner, the director of CIA, none of them had even thought to be linked with her in any way.
Except I, of course.
I knew who she was.
Yes, Lily Turner wasn’t a Musalmān Beauty.
But her Ammī was a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān.
Only her father was a Baptist as President of USA, Jimmy Carter, was.
Moreover, he was related to Stansfield Turner, the director of CIA.
The drinks came and we chatted while the waiter went to put the order in.
“Lily Turner, I must say you look beautiful tonight. I feel very lucky to have bumped into you,” I said.
“Well I had thought you didn’t like it. You never mentioned it when I showed up at your door. It seemed everyone was staring at us as we came down,” she said as her eyes locked with mine as she sipped her drink.
“I’m sorry, it seems I have been a little behind the power curve since you came up to the room,” I said smiling.
“Oh really, and here I thought you were a man who likes to be on top; of my game I mean.” She was quick witted and seemed to enjoy teasing me.
This was turning out to be a long night, and I was going to have to watch what I said from now on.
The dinner was just as good as the desk clerk said it would be.
Lily Turner enjoyed a bottle of wine while watching the nightlife start to come alive.
“Well DURGESH, that was a very nice dinner and I know I have sort of picked on you most of the night but I hope you can forgive me,” she said as she touched my hand.
“I will if we don’t have to call it a night just yet. I was thinking maybe we could enjoy each other’s company for a while longer.”
Lily Turner leaned over the table.
Her breast resting on her arms which I could not avoid as I glanced down quickly.
“Well now that I know I’m forgiven what would you like to do to me; I’m sorry, with me?” Lily Turner asked seductively.
“If it’s not too much trouble, would you like to go to a club or bar or something like that?” I was as smart as a sixteen year old during prom night.
Well, I was myself twenty-eight then.
Wasn’t I?
“Consider me yours for the night then.” She still had that little grin on her face.
I helped her up from the table.
After leaving the waiter a healthy tip for leaving them alone, we strolled up the boardwalk.
As I held her hand in mine, I felt a sudden surge of excitement flow through me as we looked for a nice place to stop.
We came upon a little club, we could hear the steel drums ringing out inside, so we turned to enter the club.
I went to get a few glasses of juices while Lily Turner went to find a quiet spot.
I found her in a corner booth waiting for me.
“You picked out such a good spot, I could just kiss you!”
She just smiled as I sat down and scooted over next to her.
The music was just my style up beat and swing like.
She loved to dance.
Her Ammī, Al Saliħah Al Rashīd, had been an instructor when she was younger.
When she was growing up, she lived in Hawaii for a while and learned how to swing her hips.
Lily Turner just kept it up, and now she could dance the best.
Her job kept her from doing it as much as she’d like.
Lily Turner knew what she was doing when it came to dancing, it would be nice to show off.
“Lily Turner, I was thinking, would you like to dance?”
“Well I would, but I’m still waiting. It’s been almost five minutes and you still owe me a kiss for getting the table,” she said.
Without even blinking, I leaned over and softly touched her lips.
She slowly parted her lips and allowed my tongue to touch hers, as I gently touched her face, softly holding it in one hand.
It lasted only a short time.
As I pulled back, she opened her eyes and looked at me.
“That was very good. You could make a girl weak in the knees with kisses like those.”
If given the chance, I was going to do just that.
We got up and went to the dance floor.
I took her hand in mine and asked,
“Are you up for this?”
She just smiled and those eyes were sparkling bright.
I started to spin her around, doing little swing moves.
Lily Turner just kept up, and followed my lead.
‘This girl can dance,’ I thought to myself.
The music ended and as the band took a break I escorted her back to the table and sat down beside her.
Then I put my arm around the back of the booth, just behind her shoulders.
I was sophisticated, confident and smart about all of this.
I just met this woman and she was having a drastic effect on my behavior.
“You dance very well Durgesh darling. I didn’t think men knew how to dance like that. The way you use your hips is impressive,” Lily Turner said.
“Thank you. I like to dance and have had some good teachers along the way,” I told her, hoping not to sound over confident.
We enjoyed each other’s company for quite sometime, talking about our job and business and learning more about the things each other liked.
We danced the evening away but it was getting late.
I decided to call it a night.
I didn’t want to press my luck, since I was actually enjoying myself, so far.
“Well Lily Turner; how about I walk you back to the hotel? We wouldn’t want to wear ourselves out the first night; now would we?” The drinks were having some effect on Lily Turner and it was starting to show.
“You know DURGESH, with a nice erection for me like you have; I think I’d follow you most anywhere.”
With a quick kiss on her lips as a ‘thank you’, we got up and started the walk back to our hotel.
I loved the way her dress moved with her body.
The grace and style of beautiful women always intrigued me.
Moreover, I was never ashamed of it that I was an extremely hyper sexual male.
Why should be I, moreover?
The Beauties of every cast and creed loved my company very much.
Didn’t they?
In most of the cases, they themselves proposed to have sex with me.
Didn’t they?
So, why the hell should I be ashamed of it?
Even if it was really shameful, the dazzling Beauties themselves must be ashamed of it.
Why should I?
I only obliged them.
Wasn’t I required to do even that to their proposals as a general courtesy too?
The persons who still criticized it were actually jealous of me, not sincere.
They criticized me because they weren’t as lucky in getting the similar proposals from dazzling Beauties, as I was.
I sympathize with them.
The damn-fools didn’t even know they were themselves responsible for what they were getting.
They didn’t have proper Bhogyantrānk.
Neither they ever tried to increase it.
Most of them didn’t even knew what it was, neither tried ever to find out.
“Since I picked you up at the start of the evening I think it’s only fair that I take you back to your room first Mr. Durgesh,” she said in a sultry tone.
The ride in the elevator was short lived.
It seemed she was pressing herself up against my arm with those wonderful breasts of hers, even though we were the only two in it.
Finally, we arrived at my door.
I took my key out to inserted it in the lock, but she took it out of my hand.
“Allow me, Sir.”
Lily Turner opened the door and walked in first, looking around the room jokingly, as if she was watching out for my safety.
“I was just making sure everything was in order. Can’t be too careful these days,” she said.
“You are such a considerate date to take the trouble of ensuring my safety is taken care of, Lily Turner.” I said smiling at her.
She slowly moved in front of me, locking her beautiful eyes with mine.
Lily Turner placed her hands on my hips, looking up at me, and then she herself pulled my body against hers.
“So tell me, does the hot tub work or is that just for show if you have a woman in your room?”
Smiling at her and looking straight into her eyes, I said,
“I really haven’t tried it yet, but as far as I know, all the equipment in this room works very well,” I said with a little bit more of a hint to it.
I kissed her soft Baptist lips as I wrapped my Hindu arms around her gorgeous Baptist back, moving my hands over her sensuous Baptist body.
We melted into each other’s arms, kissing like two teenagers hungry for each other.
Okay, okay, we were in our late twenties.
So what?
“Wow, you kiss extremely well when you get into it! You really know how to do things to a woman’s heart rate,” Lily Turner said seeming a little out of breath.
I continued to run my Hindu lips and tongue over her beautiful Baptist neck.
Using my teeth I softly nibbled her neckline.
“What can I say, I like to please a Baptist woman and make sure that she enjoys the things I do.”
“Baptist woman? Haha! You liar!”
“What do you mean?”
“Your father, Vishvās Shakr Mānav, is a great Hollywood tycoon. So, don’t think you are yourself too unknown. You love Musalmān Beauties more, not us Baptist Beauties, I know.”
I laughed.
“Yet, it’s a truth that I love this Baptist Beauty.”
Lily Turner winked at me.
“Your Musalmān Beauties may listen to what you are telling me.”
“Let them.” I also winked at Lily Turner.*
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KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 25
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Chapter 25
The Meeting
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf smiled.
“I don’t think our government understands why Durgesh visits us usually when some important guest of honor visits us.”
Lily Turner retorted.
“Oh, don’t tell us we understand our problems more than even our government does.”
“That’s not what I’m telling.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā also retorted, “I too am a PhD in administration, my dear Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, not you alone.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf laughed,
“Well, young ladies, I never claimed such an absurdity.”
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā laughed too.
“Lily Turner, she is implying that Durgesh is more important than our government thinks he is.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf retorted once more.
“Only because Durgesh is neither the President nor the Prime Minister of India, his importance isn’t less than them. His Svarūpé Avasthānam has made him the most important man on the entire globe.”
“If it is true.” Lily Turner said critically.
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā looked at each other.
Lily Turner was smiling bitterly.
“Well,” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said gravely at length, “even Evelyn Carter isn’t sure of Durgesh’s Svarūpé Avasthānam. He can very well play some diplomatic political game himself.”
“He is the lifetime Chairman of HVSI. HVSI represents Hindu Vishv Underground Durgesh claims doesn’t exist anymore.” Lily Turner commented dryly.
“How do we know Hindu Vishv Underground has really vanished into Vyom?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf said.
“If there is any Vyom anywhere.” Lily Turner smiled bitterly.
“Hindu Vishv Underground may still exist somewhere.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said, “And if it is so, USA has to be more cautious and more vigilant in protecting her own interests.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, looked at Lily Turner.
Lily Turner watched both of them gravely.
Stansfield Turner, the Director of CIA, had assigned her to a very difficult task.
Durgesh was a very complex man.
Yes, he was born on 1949, and as such, he is only twenty-eight now.
But the fact that there was a Hindu Vishv Underground established by none other than by R’shi Dayānand himself cannot be ignored ever.
It was the underground organization actually that caused the independence of India.
They say it was the most powerful underground organization of revolutionary Hindus.
Durgesh was its democratic head when it is said to vanish into Vyom.
Nonsense!
No Vyom is there anywhere.
All the theories of Parallel Universes, Multiverse, Higher Dimensions, etcetera are utter nonsense.
Durgesh is playing his deepest political game resorting to these spectacular theories of Utmost Ultramodern Science.
President of USA, Jimmy Carter, himself should handle Durgesh.
Even the Hyper Sexuality of Durgesh is utter incredible.
Lily Turner doubts everything related to Durgesh.
She does also think Stansfield Turner, the Director of CIA, himself must deal with these matters.
Valéry Giscard d’Estaing isn’t as important as Durgesh is.
Neither President of USA, Jimmy Carter, nor Stansfield Turner, the Director of CIA, is taking Durgesh as gravely as he must be taken.
Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maymūn and her entire Al Jannat Al Malāikāt is still an unsolved mystery.
Now the dissolution of Hindu Vishv Underground has also become a new sheer incredible ever-unsolved mystery too.*
Lily Turner watched both Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, and Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, gravely.
“Evelyn Carter must be made to understand that she has to convince our President of the immense importance of Durgesh.”
“How?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, asked, “how can she convince President, Jimmy Carter, that Durgesh has attained his Svarūpé Avasthānam ?”
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said.
“There’s a cabinet meeting scheduled before Evelyn Carter has lunch with Durgesh. Our Evelyn Carter is especially invited in that cabinet meeting as a special privileged person.”
Both Lily Turner and Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, looked at each other.
“Well?” both of them asked Dr. Åārifah Mustafā simultaneously.
“We can pound the facts, and our goal, in her head before that.”
“All right,” said Lily Turner, “let’s be sure we have it all exactly together before we try to brief her.”
She twisted toward her assistant.
“Wājidah Altāf, you have copies of our memorandum on Svarūpé Avasthānam and Hindu Vishv Underground. Want to pass them out?”
Wājidah Altāf stood up.
No more than five feet two, Durgesh had said, with a tremendous pair of boobs for one so medium.
Lily Turner pictured Wājidah Altāf with me, as I liked to see her, nude and acrobatic.
Lily Turner suspected there must be something more behind my Musalmān Beauties obsession.
It couldn’t be sex only.
She knew I was more under the ground than I was on it.
Lily Turner had observed previously when Wājidah Altāf was handing a memorandum to me; she squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis deliberately being cautious of Lily Turner, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā that they couldn’t see it.
Lily Turner knew by her own experiences that I loved my Uncut Hindu Penis squeezed seductively and invitingly by not only Musalmān Beauties but by Lily Turner too.
I was an incurable sexiest Hindu she had met and heard of anywhere.
Almost every country knew I was the democratic head of Hindu Vishv Underground before it ‘dissolved into Vyom’.
Yet no country was there that did deal with me indirectly, instead of dealing with me directly.
They believed their beautiful young ladies could get from me more for the respective countries than their politicians could.
Wājidah Altāf handed the memorandum to Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.
Lily Turner deliberately encouraged her American Musalmān girlfriends whether Wahābī, Sunnī, Shiå or Aħmadī.
She had reached to the decision that it was needed to keep me under her control more effectively.
She couldn’t forget the pleasure on my face and in my eyes, when I fixed my eyes on their undulating backside.
‘Unforgettable cushions of love’, I had commented to Lily Turner once, ‘when I hold each buttock in one palm.’
Remembering my wild reactions, Lily Turner was beginning to get wet.
Lily Turner didn’t get wet very often even with her husband, but always even remembering me.
She knew Evelyn Carter also had the same reactions.
These Vedic Monotheist Hindus, they are sexiest even than the rest of the Hindus.
She controlled herself and brought up sharp info the reality of the morning.
“Ved Nagar,” announced Lily Turner, “Let’s get right into it.”
“All set,” said Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.
Lily Turner sat back a moment.
“Let’s ignore the intermediation of Evelyn Carter for a moment. Does the President know anything about it?”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, leaned forward.
“A little. Mr. President thinks he has other more important things to know about quite in detail.”
Lily Turner nodded.
“Then you have to request Evelyn Carter to brief Mr. President thoroughly, simply, but thoroughly.”
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said,
“We’ve got two opportunities. I’m meeting with Evelyn Carter shortly in the Oval Office. Then again after that at a full cabinet meeting.”
“And Evelyn Carter meets with Durgesh at noon.” Lily Turner said thoughtfully.
“At twelve thirty,” said Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, “for lunch and talk. I’ll be in attendance and so will be Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.”
“Very well,” said Lily Turner, “Right off you should prepare the stage, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf. Locate Ved Nagar to Evelyn Carter for Mr. President.”
“I think Mr. President knows where it is.”
“Make sure.” Said Lily Turner, “Be as precise as possible. Emphasize that Ved Nagar isn’t less important than Vatican and Makkah Mukarramah. Instead, I think, in view of Svarūpé Avasthānam of Durgesh, Ved Nagar is even far more important than Vatican and Makkah Mukarramah.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, nodded gravely.
Lily Turner said.
“Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, they are trying to put their own person as Chief of Staff of White House. We want you there permanently.”
“Isn’t it a matter to be decided by Mr. President himself?”
“Of course it is, of course it is.” Lily Turner smiled appreciatively, “Of course, Mr. President himself would take the final decision. But we have to see he must be properly advised of the pros and cons of the matter. Shouldn’t we?”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, smiled suavely.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Mr. President has got to know the immense importance of Ved Nagar. Ved Nagar isn’t a country. But it has Durgesh as its Mayor. Remember Durgesh was the democratic head of Hindu Vishv Underground that he claims to dissolve into Vyom.”
“Do you suspect that Ved Nagar is actually Hindu Vishv Underground now in the open?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, suddenly asked gravely.
“Can you guarantee it can’t be?” Lily Turner watched her scrutinizing sharply.
“Well,” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf hesitated somewhat.
“Yes, come on. Tell me. Can you guarantee it can’t be?”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf shook her head,
“No.”*
Lily Turner looked at Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, and Wājidah Altāf.
“Mr. President has got to know the importance of the fact that Durgesh is the Mayor of Ved Nagar. Evelyn Carter must be made to understand how it will complete our defense perimeter.”
“I’ll take care of that,” promised Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.
Lily Turner was uncertain,
“What Evelyn Carter achieves with Durgesh is vital to our interests.” She began thumbing through the papers on the desk of CIA Director. “At the same time, Evelyn Carter must be made aware of what kind of resistance she can expect from Durgesh.”
“Because Evelyn Carter isn’t a Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Musalmān Beauty?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, teased Lily Turner.
“I don’t know.” Lily Turner winked at her, “maybe it’s Evelyn Carter’s own incompetence.”
“As a young American Beauty?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā also winked at Lily Turner.
Lily Turner laughed.
“Do you expect much resistance from Durgesh?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, asked gravely.
“I can’t say.” Lily Turner found the sheet of paper she had been hunting. “Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, our CIA station head at Ved Nagar, gave me a rundown on personal views of Durgesh about Evelyn Carter.”
“And you believe them?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā said sharply.
“Well, I do understand both Durgesh and Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, CIA station head at Ved Nagar, might be playing their own game. But what the hell another alternative we have?”
“Remove Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, CIA Station Head at Ved Nagar, from that very important post.” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, advised curtly, “Some American citizen must be there, not an Indian.”
“Well, yes, our previous CIA Station Head at Ved Nagar, Della Turner, recommended Akhilésh M. Āgnéý for that post, but we should never forget that he is Sarvochch Dévarshi in Ārsh Sadan of HVSI.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā also said.
“What do you want to say?” Lily Turner asked them curtly, “Akhilésh M. Āgnéý can deliberately deceive us?”
“Not deliberately, not deliberately.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, raised her right hand to keep Lily Turner in her pants, “but you can’t guarantee the first loyalty of the Vedic Monotheist Hindus is to USA.”*
Lily Turner said gravely.
“I’ll give you, however, the essence of the sketch Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, CIA station head at Ved Nagar, provided to us. Durgesh doesn’t differentiate Evelyn Carter from his other Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners. However, there are natural scientific differences among Evelyn Carter and Durgesh’s other Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners. Durgesh can’t help us in this matter.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, looked at each other.
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, smiled,
“Lily, you were asking me once, why there’s restriction in Islam in Al Qur’an Al Karīm 2: 221:
‘Wa lā tankiħū almushrikāti ħattā yu’minn’
‘And do not marry polytheistic women until they bring īmān.’
― Al Qur’an Al Karīm: 2: 221”
“Yes?”
“Now you are talking of scientific and natural differences between the Muslimāt and the non Muslimāt.”
“It’s what Durgesh believes in, not I.” Lily Turner smiled condescendingly, “So don’t try to impose what Durgesh believes in, on me. Moreover, I didn’t ask about this restriction in Al Qur’an Al Karīm 2: 221 only. According to Al Tārīkħ Al Islam, the entire Musalmīn were expressly ordered to divorce their entire wives who weren’t Muslimāt and refused to surrender to Islam. A large number of Non Muslimāt were forced to be divorced their duly married Musalmān husbands who were not Musalmīn when they married them. Wasn’t it a great injustice to them?”
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Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 