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Chapter 10

Durgesh Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī

Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb smiled at me.
“Let’s get rid of the boxers, Durgesh.”
I smiled triumphantly and did as I was told.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb raised forward off the couch as I stood up.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb saw my cock, and thought how in the hell could any woman ever refuse My cock.
I was bigger than Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
Well, there wasn’t any cause of comparison.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t my real son.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wasn’t a fool.
She was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s secretary when she married him.
They got along fine together at first as it usually happened.
Yet, soon Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb realized that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was a successful businessperson all right.
Nevertheless, he wasn’t a man she had dreamed of ever.
Instead of making love to her straddling her, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was more interested in eating her pussy.
He never fucked her without licking her pussy and even her ass too.
Soon, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb started to avoid his kissing on her lips.
She could not forget Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had penetrated her gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass with his tongue and licked his own lips greedily with it in perfect satisfaction.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never noticed it.
He was himself never interested in kissing Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb on her beautiful lips.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was obsessed with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass more than with her rest of the body.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb cursed her decision to marry the ass eater.
If she only knew it before marrying Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, she perhaps would have never married him.
Everything was all hunky dory until it.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī least made normal love to her.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb desperately needed normal lovemaking gradually, ultimately.
She was desperately realizing what Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could provide to her wasn’t enough.
Money wasn’t everything.
She needed normal usual masculine love as well.
Despite her every effort to make him realize it, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb couldn’t succeed.
She started to protest.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī then exploded his bombshell.
“Well, I hate coupling actually, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.”
“What?” Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb as if jumped.
“I’m sorry, I love your extremely beautiful glamorous, gorgeous, perfectly round, firm, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass more.”
“More? More? You only eat my ass daily. You consummate normal love to me only once in a week usually.”
“Well, what’s wrong in it?”
“I need normal masculine love more; I’m a normal woman, you bastard.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled cunningly.
“Aren’t you getting it from Durgesh already?”
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was crestfallen.
She never knew he knew it.
Being his secretary, she knew everything of his business.
He owned a corporation.
Sort of a holding company.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was a sharpshooter actually.
He used to pick up mines and prospects.
When he found something that looked good, he turned it into the Al Nādir Al Ghāzī Company.
It was a Partnership consisting of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and a dummy.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb knew it and thought Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could never play any game with her.
She knew his too many business secrets.
The moment he started to play any game with her, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb could destroy Al Nādir Al Ghāzī immediately.
Yet she had never suspected Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t a normal man.

The partnership Al Nādir Al Ghāzī Company turned that something that looked good over to the Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company at a fat profit.
“How come?” I asked Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.
“Just his way of doing business.” Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb replied curtly.
“Income Tax?”
“How would I know? You are the lawyer, not I.”
“If Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is on the Board of Directors of the Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company, he is hardly in a position to make a profit on selling stuff to his own company.”
“That’s where he’s smart.” Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb smiled cunningly.*

Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb stroked my cock.
Her delicate pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān palm gripped around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb licked the head of My Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb licked underneath the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I just watched and moaned.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb opened her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and took my Uncut Hindu Lund in, inch by inch.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb gagged trying to get all of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I started rocking my hips.
My head tilted back.
I closed my eyes.
Then I opened my eyes and watched Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, as Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb watched my face.

“Oh fuck baby, feels amazing, you’re going to make me cum, baby.” I was telling Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.

Just then, I felt my first blast of cum hit her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, then another and another.
I was giving her a mouthful and Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wanted all I could give her.

When I was done emptying inside her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, I fell forward on her.
We both laughed, and situated ourselves on the couch side by side. I pulled Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb tightly to me.
I was trying to catch my breath, and Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was wearing a big smile.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is the General Manager and owns the majority of the stock?”
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb smiled.
“Your ass eater Pseudo Musalmān stepson is more wretched than you think, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. No, apparently he controls the whole thing. However, by keeping the confidence of a widely scattered list of stockholders. You can figure the thing out, my utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī picks up properties, puts them in his partnership, and holds them long enough, until they are developed to a point where the value is pretty assured. Then Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gives the Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company an opportunity to take them off his hands at a profit. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī keeps the management in his own hands, pays himself a nice fat salary and a bonus based on profits.”

Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was still trying to process what just happened between us.
I did know, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wanted this to happen again.

“A penny for your thoughts” I asked.

Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb told me I was incredible. Even at my sixty five my lust for her was far more incredible than that of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
I thanked her.
“You were amazing, baby” and I pulled Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb tighter.
She kept telling me about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and his company.
“Where your stepson is smart is in operating the company in such a way that the stockholders make a nice profit. As long as they are getting a juicy profit, they don’t care very much what happens. Everyone who owns stock in the company thinks Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is the last word in acumen as a manager.”*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed her hand down into her pocket and brought out a folded paper.
“What’s this?” I smiled.
“Proxy for the next shareholders’ meeting of the Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār straddled on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund, making it slip into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely in one stroke.
I grabbed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks,
“Sālī, always immensely wet for my Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Any objection, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” She winked at me too keeping me lying down on my back and starting to fuck me vigorously.
“I’m sixty five, remember?”
“Oh, sure. Yet you never look your age. The teens claim you are anywhere between eighteen to twenty eight, not anymore.”
I laughed.
“The teens and their ever exaggerated claims! Who the hell believe them ever?”
“Everyone of them believes it.”
“Nonsense. They only say they believe it. They need to say it to justify their sexual aggression to me.”
“I got my information about this proxy from a stockholder.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār changed the topic deliberately.
“How?”
“I have a couple of friends who are interested in gold mining. I rang them up and asked them about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s company. I asked them if they could put me in touch with a stockholder so I could get the information right from the back door of the stable. One of my friends knew a girl that knew Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She rang her up and found that she was a stockholder in the company.”
I pushed Al Jihad Al Vaqār down.
She protested.
Yet without taking my Uncut Hindu Lund even a bit out of her young Musalmān Choot, I made her lie down replacing me.
Then I immediately replaced her myself and started fucking her as if a bear gone mad.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled triumphantly,
“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you too love to fuck us Musalmān young ladies now, don’t you?”
I winked at her.
“Shut up. You’ve excited me now profoundly. Sālī, I’d fuck you now until you would have to call someone of your beautiful lady friends to replace you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve lot of them you haven’t fucked ever and they would die of pleasure to have you inside them. The Chairman of the Ultimate Power of the entire globe HVSI is already very popular among us beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
“Thank you. I’m honored. You did not interview that stockholder yourself?”
“Of course not. I had my friend gently pump her. This young Musalmān houselady started talking because an interesting thing happened. She had been out of the state for a while and when she got back, found this proxy in her mail for the stockholders’ meeting day after tomorrow. She couldn’t understood it because she’d already sent in another proxy before she left. Proxies have to be on file with the secretary for a period of ten days prior to the stockholders’ meeting.”
I kept fucking Al Jihad Al Vaqār without giving any indication to her that I was suspecting something doubtful.
I held out my hand, took the proxy, and opened it.
I glanced through it,
“The young lady said she’d sent in a proxy?”
“That’s right.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār kissed me on my lips thankfully, as I penetrated her entirely.
My sixty five years old immensely experienced Uncut Hindu Lund filled her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to her bottom.
She squeezed it playfully with her internal vaginal muscles.
I glanced through the proxy once more, then dropped it back on her hand.
“That’s made out in a peculiar way, Al Jihad Al Vaqār.”
“How come?”*

I kept fucking Al Jihad Al Vaqār widely.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār loved wild animal sex.
It was useless to preach her morals about it.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī did this blunder.
Consequently, he lost even the ultimate respect for himself in her eyes.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understood Al Jihad Al Vaqār needed it drastically.
It was her physical need she needed a husband for.
No bloody moral could make her understand it was not good for her.
She could regret it after her need was fulfilled, yet never before it.
“This proxy provides that the voting rights are given to A. J. A. V. Ghāzī, holder of Certificate Number 786 of stock in this corporation.” I told her.
“What’s wrong with that?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked, “It is my name after my marriage with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“Certainly,” I agreed, “nevertheless, usually a proxy is made out in favor of a certain individual and it’s not necessary to tack on a lot of descriptive material. And she had already signed one proxy.”
“That’s right. And now you see why we young Musalmān houseladies love to have sex with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“No bloody young Musalmān is as lustful for us and has sexual prowess as much as you do. You are more experienced not only in sex but also in other matters necessary in life. You are the ever-best legal wizard too. Why the hell should we prefer a less smart young moron on you only because he is born in a Musalmān household?”
“I see.”
“She had not only signed one proxy already, she told this friend of mine she thought they’d sent the second one to her by mistake.”
I picked up the proxy and studied it still fucking Al Jihad Al Vaqār wildly.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was vanishing into her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely to the hilt, coming out of it until only its head remained inside and then vanishing into her again more wildly.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār herself wasn’t a damn fool.
She noticed my preoccupation.
“Why do you think it so important, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”
“Because of a remarkable coincidence. Does it occur to you that the initials of Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb are exactly the same as those of you as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s wife? Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb isn’t ‘Al Wahāb’ as his wife. She is too a ‘Ghāzī’ herself as you are.”
“Allah, it never occurred to me,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār exclaimed.

I kept pounding her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot,
“Now, note that this proxy is issued to the A.J.A.V. Ghāzī who holds the Stock Certificate Number 786 in the corporation and that all the prior proxies are hereby revoked.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was startled,
“You mean that…”
“Exactly,” I said, “I mean that if it should turn out that the holder of Certificate Number 786 is Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Ghāzī, then everyone of the stockholders who has signed one of these second proxies has automatically revoked the proxy that s/he previously given to you. And Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb can walk into the stockholders’ meeting with a fistful of proxies, put in her own Board of Directors, fire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī as General Manager, and run things to suit herself.”
“Allah Allah!” Al Jihad Al Vaqār exclaimed.
“See if you can get hold of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. Let’s find out about it.”
Horrified Al Jihad Al Vaqār nodded.
Yet still enjoying my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot she punched the number of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s mobile.
It was switched off.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār punched another contact number of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī she knew.
At the end of ten minutes, Al Jihad Al Vaqār made her report.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, the bastard, can’t be reached anywhere known to me before the stockholders’ meeting. As soon as he left you, he went off on a trip. He told his present secretary, Al Rizwānah Assultān, he was going to look at some mining properties. My guess is he’s on some terrorist assignment pretending he’s on the second installment of a honeymoon.”
“I see. Well, get the secretary and treasurer of the company.”
“Al Rizwānah Assultān? Well, not before you’ve fucked me optimum.”
“She is the treasurer too?” I asked quite surprised.
“Sure, and don’t act so damn surprised. You know very well, these damned Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists are heavily superstitious. They believe that if a woman kill them, they would never get Jannat. Consequently, every country and organization that wants to obliterate these Pseudo Musalmīn moron terrorists heavily recruit Musalmān young women who have lost their housepersons due to these terrorist movements. Major Maryam Al Mansoorī is their ideal.”
“Tell Al Rizwānah Assultān to come here,” I smiled cunningly.
“You Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Fuck me first. I know you’d fuck Al Rizwānah Assultān leaving me at once as soon as you see her. Al Rizwānah Assultān is too beautiful to resist.”

A few minutes later a dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady was smiling at me.

She introduced herself to me, shook hands and sat down.
She was anywhere between twenty eight and thirty, not more than that.
But yes, Al Jihad Al Vaqār was right.
Despite the fact that I had fucked Al Jihad Al Vaqār till my heart’s content before Al Rizwānah Assultān came there, my Uncut Hindu Lund immediately saluted her immense Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.
It was marvelous, no doubt.
Moreover, Al Rizwānah Assultān was absolutely aware of the fact her tremendous Musalmān beauty was affecting my sexual lust.
Al Rizwānah Assultān smiled proudly glancing at my erection for her yet deliberately avoiding to convey that she had noticed it.
Al Rizwānah Assultān adjusted her mini skirt before crossing her beautiful legs as she settled down facing me.
“I’m representing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I said.
“I understand so, sir.” Al Rizwānah Assultān smiled and cooed, “May I ask if you’re representing him as an individual, or did he retain you to look after the interests of the corporation?”
I smiled too.
“Young lady, I think my stepson Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has a diversity of interests.”
“Oh, yes,”
“Some of which are in the corporation?”
“Some of which are in the corporation. Yes, sir.”
“Does that answer your question, then?” I watched Al Rizwānah Assultān gravely.
Al Rizwānah Assultān watched me with her suddenly ice cold eyes,
“No,” she said.
I kept watching Al Rizwānah Assultān gravely.
Al Rizwānah Assultān kept looking into my eyes with her ice cold yet immensely beautiful eyes.

Chapter 11
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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