The Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband:22

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Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband

Durgesh

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Chapter 22

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah
Durgesh Ħafsah Nisār

Muħammad Jamīl, the Cuckold

Sex therapy
Inferiority Complex

Muħammad Jamīl was dumbfounded.
He couldn’t believe he was talking to a homebreaker, a marriage breaker.
He could not believe he was talking to his wife fucker.
He was optimum prepared to deal with his wife fucker, a man that had fallen from accepted social morals and humanity.
Muħammad Jamīl was appropriately prepared to discuss his wife fucker’s immoral conduct, but was Durgesh really immoral in fucking his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār?
Never.
On the contrary, Muħammad Jamīl himself is immoral in trying to stop Durgesh from fucking his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār.
He is telling him to divorce his wife for Durgesh.
What a man.
Muħammad Jamīl was prepared to impeach an extremely communal, extremely anti-Muslim immoral Hindu.
But on the contrary Durgesh himself was impeaching him, Muħammad Jamīl himself, for not providing optimum sex to his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār.
Durgesh was telling him he would provide Muħammad Jamīl’s ever ravenous extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, as much sex as she needs ever.
What the hell is wrong in it?
Why the hell for Muħammad Jamīl needs his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār?
For getting slapped by her every now and then?
For being kicked with her feet almost daily, even two or three times a day?
Isn’t it immensely disgraceful to him?
His extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, is an ever dominant ever aggressive woman.
Everyone knows it.
She is a wonderfully successful psychiatrist.
How lucky Muħammad Jamīl was that his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, married him.
“You’ve actually a deep set inferiority complex, Muħammad Jamīl.” his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, had said when he met her before their marriage, “Yet, you aren’t incurable absolutely. I can cure you.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Muħammad Jamīl beamed at her, “So, you’d marry me?”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār smiled.
“What for? You’ve yourself admitted to me that you never succeeded in lovemaking with anyone.”
“Isn’t premarital sex a sin, a gunāh-e-åzīm in Islam?”
“That’s the root. It is incurably deep set faith of most of us Musalmīn that premarital sex, extramarital sex, LGBT, everything sexy out of wedlock is a sin, a gunāh-e-åzīm in Islam. In your case, it’s the root cause of your inferiority complex. Until and unless you don’t marry someone who understands your problem, sympathize with you and is kind enough to marry you despite all your shortcomings, to cure you, your inferiority complex cannot be cured. You say you watch your entire Musalmān houseladies having sex with Durgesh and clean them, licking their genital organs, after Durgesh fucks them? When did it start?”*

Muħammad Jamīl looked at her gravely.
Allah, how can he tell her?
Was it a blunder not to marry Al Jihād fil Islām?
Al Jihād fil Islām was too a psychiatrist.
She was more generous to Muħammad Jamīl.
Only if Muħammad Jamīl hadn’t hated psychiatrists so much!
Every woman in his household was a successful psychiatrist.
And Muħammad Jamīl was paying for it.
His Ammī, Al Kausar Al Firdaus, herself was a psychiatrist.
And what has she made him?

How the hell could Muħammad Jamīl tell Al Ħafsah Al Nisār his own Ammī made him what Muħammad Jamīl was today?
Never.
No one believed him ever even whenever he mustered the courage to tell the truth about his household.
Even Al Jihād fil Islām accused him defaming his own Musalmān houseladies.
“Are you crazy?” Al Jihād fil Islām was dumbfounded, “You mean to say your own Ammī cuckolded your Abbū, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, to herself and Durgesh?”

Muħammad Jamīl looked at him gravely.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Ask yourself.” Al Jihād fil Islām said, “Would you believe it if someone of your friends tell you his Ammī deliberately made his Abbū impotent so that she could continue her sex life with a Muslimātchod Hindu?”
“Doubtlessly,” Muħammad Jamīl exploded uncontrollably, “You are a hell of a psychiatrist if you don’t know the horrible facts of our own Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“You are succumbing to blasphemy.” Al Jihād fil Islām said sympathetically, “Muħammad Jamīl, your inferiority complex is more complex than I thought it was. You enjoy blasphemy actually.”
“How?” Muħammad Jamīl argued bitterly.
Allah, won’t even an immensely successful psychiatrist believe him?
Are his extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies correct?
They challenged him humiliating him more and more,
“Tell everyone if you can really muster the courage to do it. No one would believe you, moron. Everyone would claim it’s your ever dirtiest fantasy that your own Ammī, the highly successful psychiatrist, Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, made your Abbū impotent deliberately. Your own Ammī, the highly successful psychiatrist, Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, brought you up making you lick her, and your sisters’ genital organs after Durgesh fucked them. They made you to masturbate watching them bonded to Durgesh, abused sexually nonstop, on their own request to Durgesh. Go ahead. Muster the courage enough to tell everyone the real truth. We dare you.”*

With the politeness that characterized everything he did, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān said to Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ,
“Excuse me, please.”
Then he leaned forward and slapped the child, Muħammad Jamīl’s, face―hard.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ was startled.
She could not believe what she herself saw with her own eyes.
The child was already suffering from immense inferiority complex.
Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, Muħammad Jamīl’s real Ammī, herself requested Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ to take care of him.
“I don’t believe my husband, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, for my son’s proper care. He never believed Muħammad Jamīl is his son. He thinks Durgesh is Muħammad Jamīl’s real father.”
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ laughed.
“We can’t blame him for that. Nowadays, almost every Musalmān who has a beautiful Musalmān wife, invariably suspects she has extramarital sexual relationship with Durgesh/some clandestine Hindu lover. It’s so natural today that…”
“Are you telling me? Are you really telling me?” Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus shouted desperately, “Most of us Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful are being hated by Musalmīn for this immensely irrational suspicion. They scorn us only because we are beautiful, and they can’t believe we don’t take any benefit of our immensely incredible Musalmān beauty.”

Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ suddenly realized Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān was telling the seven years old Muħammad Jamīl,
“Little gentleman, don’t interrupt when people are talking. Didn’t your ever cheating Ammī told you that ever?”
Then Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān settled back in his chair, lit a cigar, turned to Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ and said,
“As you were saying…?”
But Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ couldn’t go on.
She was looking at the hurt eyes of the child Muħammad Jamīl, and realized suddenly that that wasn’t the first time Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, his ‘father’(?), had slapped him like that.
What a luck this seven years old child, Muħammad Jamīl, has!
If he really had been Durgesh’s son, he would have never been suffering from any degradation.
Durgesh would have broken Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s hand itself for what he had done to his son.
But only because Durgesh wasn’t Muħammad Jamīl’s father, the child was suffering from everything worst for him.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ has seen the skyrocketing facilities Durgesh’s sons get.
Their father is a multi-zillionaire.
He loves his sons immeasurably.
But Muħammad Jamīl hasn’t done anything that could justify his sufferings.
What the hell could Muħammad Jamīl, a seven years old boy do, if his Ammī, Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, hated Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān?
Shouldn’t the Musalmān houseladies, however innocent they are, think of their own children more realistically?
Yes, their own life is itself important.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ never holds it’s not.
But on the cost of their own offspring?
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ couldn’t digest it.

Humiliated, fighting back bitter tears in order to be “a little man” the boy, Muħammad Jamīl, turned away, paused in the doorway to say,
“Excuse me, please,”
Then left the room.
“That’s his Ammī’s influence,” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān explained, “Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, my immensely self-respecting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, believes in discipline from a theoretical standpoint, but she can’t be bothered putting it into practical execution. Whenever Muħammad Jamīl returns from visiting with his Ammī, Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, in Ved Nagar, it’s a job getting him back on the beam. He starts behaving as if he isn’t a Musalmān boy at all, rather a Hindu boy instead. He starts offering Stavans instead of Salawāt.”
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ suddenly saw Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān in his true character.
The indolent, idle, smiling politeness, the affable courtesy of his manner, was a mask.
Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus was right.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān wasn’t as a good man as he presented himself socially.
Beneath the partially contemptuous, partially amused but always deliberate ostensibly polite manner, with which Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān regarded the world, was a sadistic streak, a sadistic inherent behavior, an inherent selfishness that covered itself with a veneer, a layer, of extreme politeness.
Now, Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ could see why Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus deserted Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān.
He wasn’t anywhere in comparison with Durgesh.
Both of them, Durgesh and Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān, were immensely successful psychiatrists.
Yet, Durgesh was a grand human being.
The communal Musalmīn were really jealous of their beautiful Musalmān womankind and Durgesh that they always blamed them for their sexual orientation.
In fact, Durgesh was a better, sincere and honest human being too.
Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus was lucky that she could influence Durgesh sexually and could get rid of this beast that isn’t human even now.
Abruptly Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ was on her feet, stunned not only by her discovery, but by the clarity with which her new realization of Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s character came into mental focus.*

I groaned, instantly drawing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes to me.
“Mmm, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you are such a beautiful young adult Musalmān sex goddess.”

My deep voice sent another shiver coursing over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin and made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples tighten in aching need.
Even though it embarrassed her to the core, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah loved hearing me call her that.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned in response, My Uncut Hindu Lund still working at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit, pinching at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes drifted down my body, taking in my stunning, well-muscled Hindu male form and finally came to rest on my crotch again.

I brought my other hand over and undid the button on my jeans.
I teased her as I pulled the zipper down with agonizing slowness, making me hold Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath in anticipation of being able to gaze on my fully erect Hindu monster.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah licked her lips, anxious to spy the Hindu object of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān desire.*

Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ said,
“I’m afraid I’m going to leave you now. I have some work that I simply can’t avoid. I have an appointment with a very important patient of mine.”
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān stood up beside her.
“You never told me of that.”
“What do you mean? I am telling you now.”
“Isn’t it rather sudden?” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān looked at her in a disapproved suspicion.
“Sorry, I forgot to tell you that prior.”
“Sure?”
“Of course,”
“Is there anything I can do?” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān asked looking at her suspiciously.
“No.”
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān hesitated then somewhat, just as he had hesitated for a moment before slapping the child, Muħammad Jamīl.
Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ felt Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān gathering forces for an onslaught.
“I thought you were stronger. I’m surprised to find out that you couldn’t take it.” It came out without any preliminary whatsoever.
“I couldn’t take what?” Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ found herself now incapable to control even.
What a beast.
He isn’t even repenting that he slapped the child unnecessarily.
He isn’t realizing even now that it wasn’t any discipline at all whatsoever.
It was an outright cruelty instead.
A person that could be so cruel to his own child, what can he do to others.
Allah!
And she was going to marry this beast?
Well, not now.
Definitely not.
“You couldn’t take disciplining a child.” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān smiled curtly, “It was for his own benefit. Why the hell you softies never try to understand it?”
“Why the hell you ‘hardies’ understand yourselves it isn’t being ‘softie’ at all? It’s being humane, just, sophisticated.”
“Nonsense!”
“No! It isn’t nonsense at all. I am not a softie. There are more humane, psychological, just and sophisticated ways of disciplining a child.” Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ said curtly herself now, “Muħammad Jamīl is a sensitive boy. He is already suffering from the unjust cruelty of his Ammī, as you say. Nevertheless, he’s still intelligent and proud. You claim his Ammī was deliberately bringing him up devoid of self-respect. She wanted Muħammad Jamīl to enslave to her. That’s why the court awarded Muħammad Jamīl’s custody to you. Yet, what you yourself are doing?
“You could have waited until I had left and explained to him that it wasn’t gentlemanly to interrupt, then Muħammad Jamīl would have accepted the correction more appropriately.
“You didn’t do that, nevertheless. You humiliated your own son instead in front of me, his potential would be Ammī. You undermined his self respect deliberately, because you don’t think he is your son. Despite your claim in the court you still suspect he is Durgesh’s son. Don’t you?”*

I chuckled.
“You’re so ready for it, aren’t you honey?” I said softly.

“Yes Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah replied breathlessly, needily.

I smiled as I hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my boxer briefs and slowly inched them down.
I was teasing her mercilessly, almost doing a striptease for her, as I pushed down the front of my jocks, exposing first the black colored hair of my pubis.
The material inched lower; next exposing the hard rounded ridge where my thick, stiffened Uncut Hindu Lund met my body.
I pushed it down so my Uncut Hindu Lund moved with the material, uncovering only a small fraction at a time of my enormous Hindu length.

Her fingers worked madly over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot, delving inside and retreating back to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit to circle and tease.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was right on the brink of ecstasy, so close to falling over the crest of climax and into the world of orgasm it was maddening.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was desperately trying to hold Herself back but I wasn’t making it easy on her.

Finally, I pushed the material down far enough that the swollen head of my Uncut Hindu Lund twanged free, setting my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund bobbing.
I used a hand to gently pull my engorged Hindu length and tightening balls up as I allowed the waist band of my briefs to come back against my body, tucking them up snugly Behind my balls.
The Hindu male skin stretched taut with the pressure and I slowly began to stroke them, kneading them in my palm.
Not groaning even low in my throat, I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around my hardened Hindu pole and gently began to pull myself off, all the while watching her and what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was doing.

One hand travelled from breast to breast, tweaking and pinching at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hard nipples, squeezing the full fleshy orbs of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s boobs, while the other worked tirelessly on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Stroking, circling, rubbing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned and panted, uncaring that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was acting like the Musalmān sex goddess I kept calling her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her so desperately Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hardly think.

My strokes became longer and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could see the sheen of pre-cum that oozed from the tip.
I used a fingertip to smear it all around the bulbous head, again teasing her at every opportunity, knowing how much Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to lick it off of mine.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard my low voice,
“Mmm, soon honey, soon. But first you have to cum for me. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I want to watch your ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot cream. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I want to see it squirt out of you like I know it will, all over your fingers and all over the sheet. Then, if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I thought it was good enough, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I might let you suck on My Uncut Hindu Lund for a while. Might let you lick off all this immensely tasty Hindu pre-cum that you like so much.”*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned hard and her fingers redoubled their efforts to bring her to fulfilment.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rubbed her ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit vigorously, back and forth, round and round, always just on the brink of annihilation.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her orgasm build.
It was going to be a big one.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel that strange sensation of all Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s insides being drawn down to the central point of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples screwed up tighter and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s knees involuntarily lifted themselves off the bed as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah arched her back high.
The most primal of sexual sounds issued forth from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat, letting me know Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was seconds away from blowing her top off.

“Oh yeah, that’s it Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, cum for me honey, that’s Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s good young adult Musalmān sex goddess.”

It was just what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah needed to hear to push her over the edge.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips lifted off the bed, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs tensed, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath caught in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s orgasm broke like a flood gate bursting.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt hercum gush out, coating the tops of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs with the force of release and ruining the sheets.
Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body convulsed as the aftermath of the event coursed through her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s limbs twitched and shook.

“Oh honey, that was so good to watch. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I knew you were a squirter.” I told her.
I released my Uncut Hindu Lund as I moved from the foot of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed and slowly made my way toward Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s top half.
I put one knee on the bed near Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s elbow and leant over her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, leaning in to press my hot lips to hers.
My tongue sought access into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young willing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and I kissed her hard.
It was the first overly sexual thing I’d done to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah since our tryst this morning.
My hands didn’t touch her, just my lips, and it was a heady sensation as Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body cooled.

I pulled back from the kiss, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth tried to follow, and I smiled gently at her as I stared into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s extremely beautiful young Musalmān face.
My fingers brushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair back from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face and I gently stroked along Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s cheek to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
I trailed my fingertips along Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s parted lips.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah desperately wanted to take my fingers into her young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and suck on them, to stick Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue out and lick them, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remained still, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kept Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
I smiled at her again, knowing that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remembered what I’d told her last night.

“Mmm, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you are my good young adult Musalmān sex goddess, aren’t you?” I asked her knowingly in my sexy low voice.

I already knew the answer and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t really need to answer me, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did anyway, for the first time looking directly into my eyes.
With a faint tint of rose brushing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s cheeks, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“Yes, Mr. Durgesh,” and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah meant it.*

Chapter 23
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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 Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband:18

The extent

Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 18

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah
Durgesh Åāýéshah Abu Bakr
Durgesh Ħafsah Nisār

Muħammad Jamīl, the Cuckold

Ħafsah Nisār sat down, smiled reassuring Muħammad Jamīl and stared at him.
“You look troubled…Mama’s little boy isn’t getting all jealous of Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, is he?”
Her lipstick was touched up but still somewhat smeared.
Muħammad Jamīl knew it was from me, going down on him upstairs.
“Speak!”
Muħammad Jamīl knew when Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said that Muħammad Jamīl had to ‘confess’.
Muħammad Jamīl told her what he was really thinking.

“Ma’am, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Jījū, Durgesh, said you were with the two other Musalmān Beauties last night…”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār quickly put her finger to her lips, shssssss’s him…

“Oooo, you jealous little impotent. That isn’t any of your business, is it?” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār leaned forward on the couch. “How did you find that out??? What me and my boyfriend Durgesh do out of this house shouldn’t concern you.”

“He told me, he brought it up…” Muħammad Jamīl felt his face turn bright red.

Al Ħafsah Al Nisār laughed, smiled and looked at Muħammad Jamīl.
“He did, did he?”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stared at Muħammad Jamīl.
“Would you like to play with your little thing, like Mama to let you touch yourself through your cage? Tell me!”

“Yes, please, Mama. Please.” Muħammad Jamīl looked at Al Ħafsah Al Nisār.
“Go ahead, do it while Ammī watches.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār sat back in the chair, and crossed her legs.
Her high heel dangled off one foot.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār had still covered with my Hindu cum.
She was about to make Muħammad Jamīl clean her.
She watched as Muħammad Jamīl played with his shaved balls and little cut Musalmān nūnī in the harness…don’t dare ask to take it off, only Ammī would say when that happens.

“I wasn’t going to tell you about this. You are such a jealous little boy. But if your Hindu father has brought it up, why should I care. He took me for drinks. We met two of his Musalmān ladies clients, pure accident. We stayed and one thing led to another. I could tell that they both wanted Durgesh, flirted with him the whole time in the bar. So could he, I could tell he was getting very turned on by them flirting with him. We went back to the room of one of them, very nice hotel room, way up on the top floor. We got drinks there too…and again, one thing led to another.

“Even Durgesh was surprised, I just stood in front of them and took my dress off…showed them the cute outfit you helped me put on earlier. Muħammad Jamīl, I knew that’s why we were there. They loved the lace top black stockings, baby. And did Durgesh tell you that I told them in detail that I was Durgesh’s… Durgesh’s little Musalmān slut, told them how he sometimes treated me like his Musalmān slut, on my persistent request, however, of course.”
She watched as Muħammad Jamīl stroked his little cut Musalmān nūnī …”

“We teased them a little, I pulled my panties just a little bit…got them real hot and bothered. That’s when Durgesh asked them if they wanted to get fucked in your Ammī’s presence. I sat and watched as they took their panties down. They let them fall to the floor stepped out of them and knelt on the bed.
“One faced me, rear up high on her hands and knees. They each took their turn, Durgesh fucked each of us twice from behind, one after the other. I was so fucking wet, I couldn’t believe it!

“I did it for Durgesh, was happy to please my ever fantastic Hindu man. And then the first one, which I thought was incredible, asked me to suck Durgesh, even after cumming thrice…I looked at Durgesh, he nodded to do it. I did until Durgesh came again. On my knees in the middle of the room, I sucked Durgesh for almost half an hour…was so hot being watched, made wet all over again! Hotel window was open too…we were way up high but I was hoping somebody in another hotel was watching. After all that we left I put my clothes back on and we walked out. Laughed so hard in the all way I think somebody would tell us to shut up…Muħammad Jamīl, I had never done anything like that before…LOVED it! As soon as we got to Durgesh’s car he was all over me. My baby, Durgesh fucked me in the car in the hotel parking lot, couldn’t keep his hands off of me was so turned on. As soon as we got into his car, just took me.

“ Durgesh Fucked me nonstop for over an hour, skirt up over my rear in the front seat, cum soaked panties down around my ankles, rear up high, my face to the window…took me from behind on the front seat. He made me cum twice! He’s real good at that…when I came in the other night I could barely walk, honey. When we got back here he wanted to do it again…the man is insatiable. I was so sore I had to deny him, he was real good about it, didn’t get upset. Muħammad Jamīl, I gave Durgesh a hand job in our drive way. It was the least I could do, couldn’t let him go away all furious with me. You were so nice to be waiting for me. Don’t think I don’t appreciate that.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār leaned forward, uncrossed her legs, put her feet on the floor and leaned elbows on her knees.
“When I sucked Durgesh he watched me, just like I’m watching you now, baby.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stood up and turned her back to Muħammad Jamīl, lowered her sexy ruffled panties…
He could see my huge red hand prints on her perfectly round heavy big Musalmān asscheeks.
“I let Durgesh finish in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth when we were in the driveway.”

Al Ħafsah Al Nisār put her hands on her hips, looked back over her shoulder,
“Stop playing with that little thing, get over here and lick your wife. Be a good little husband! Got all turned on by talking dirty like that…get over here, baby.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār reached back and spread her gorgeous heavy Musalmān asscheeks.
Muħammad Jamīl hurried to crawl to her.
“Mmmmmm, that’s it, baby…get your face up in there. Do it! I don’t want one drop of Durgesh’s ever precious Hindu cum left on me when I’m finished with you. I haven’t showered yet. There’s still plenty of him all inside me. Might even let you make me cum with that sexy mouth of yours..”

Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, start to moan softly as his ever greedy Musalmān tongue worked up over her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and rear.
Muħammad Jamīl felt my dried Hindu cum, matted on her trimmed extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
He could taste me as he dripped out of her…pushing her rear back against his face.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār reached back and spread her cheeks wider with both hands…
“Ooooooooo, Muħammad Jamīl, I know I kept you around for some reason, you are a very good little Musalmān husband! You are so fucking good at that! Yes, baby…that makes Mama felt real good…Oooooooooo…”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār arched her back and pushed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot back onto Muħammad Jamīl’s mouth.
Muħammad Jamīl pushed his nose up into her rear.
Muħammad Jamīl pushed his tongue in and out of her to taste her now, not me.
Then as Muħammad Jamīl thought Al Ħafsah Al Nisār was clean, he could just appreciate the taste of her sweet extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…he dripped out of her gorgeous glamorous perfectly round firm heavy pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass too, as Al Ħafsah Al Nisār spread, my Hindu cum still deepest inside her, ran onto his bearded Musalmān face.

Muħammad Jamīl cleaned her as she cum against his face…felt her hand reach back and take Muħammad Jamīl by his hair.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār held Muħammad Jamīl tight and in place as Al Ħafsah Al Nisār rubs against him.
Muħammad Jamīl could barely breathe as he heard and felt her start to cum, hard.
Heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, say…’my little bitch‘.*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah flushed scarlet and jabbed her in the ribs.
It was true of course but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had to pretend that it wasn’t, hadn’t she?
“Don’t ever tell anyone Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said that! It was a case of mistaken identity.”

“Don’t worry,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said winking slyly at me. “Your dirty little secret is safe with me.” And she started laughing again.

Allah! Oh God! Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned inwardly as outwardly Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed along with her.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr; Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s dearest friend, if you only knew.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah turned onto her back and threw back the covers a little exposing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s upper body.

“Oooh, they’re nice, where’d you get them?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr asked with interest as she touched the bottom of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lace chemise.

“Hmm? Oh, I got them at a little boutique called ‘Helena’s’. They were on special for sixty percent off! I thought they were deleting the line.”

“Oh pooh!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr grumbled. “Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I would’ve liked to have gotten some of them.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled,
“Have a look in my suitcase, right hand side at the front.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah confused.
“Do you really thought I would only get one when they were going so cheap? You can have any color except the black one.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told her.

Understanding broke and Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled broadly at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah as she jumped off the bed and knelt beside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s suitcase.
Throwing open the lid, she rummaged around a little in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bag.
Finding what she was searching for in no time she pulled a few from the case.
“These have still got their tags on!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr exclaimed in excitement.

“Yeah, well I only got them a couple of days ago, and I haven’t really had the chance to wear them all.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said smiling. “Besides I thought the powder blue and the baby pink would go better with your skin tone than mine.”

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr grinned,
“Thanks, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr held the panties against her hips, swapping between the colors.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I love them, thank you!”

“Hey what a friends for, if not to find killer lingerie bargains!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said and laughed again, winking at her. “Besides I think Vikram will like them just as much.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Åāýéshah Abū Bakr blush and smiled again.
“So is Vikram here now? Do Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah have to get up and be sociable?”

“No, it’s just me and Durgesh here at the moment. Vikram won’t be back to pick me up until seven thirty.”

“What is the time?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked reaching for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s watch. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at the time and saw it was nearly a quarter to three in the afternoon. “Geez, I’ve nearly slept the whole day away.”

“You must have needed it.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, still looking over her recent acquisitions.

“More than you know.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said and smiled inwardly. “I suppose I should get up and have a shower. I’m still all smelly from last night.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cringed, what the hell was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah doing? The memory of last night was still at the forefront of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was making vague innuendoes about it to Åāýéshah Abū Bakr!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah must have had a friendship death wish or something.
Or maybe like all extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young women Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to share Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s utmost excellent experience of Durgesh with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend.
The only problem was, the experience she’d had was with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend’s Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, and that was definitely something Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t share with her.
Not now, maybe not ever!

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat up and winced as pain shot through Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nether regions.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah managed not to hiss at the sudden pain so Åāýéshah Abū Bakr didn’t even notice.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed silently to herself.
This could all get very messy if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wasn’t careful.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was still gathering Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nerve to actually stand, when Åāýéshah Abū Bakr looked over at her and stood.
Making her way to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s door, she said,
“I’ll let you go have a shower. Come out to the kitchen when you’re finished and I’ll have some lunch waiting for you.”

As if by magic, the very mention of food set Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach grumbling.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remembered then that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t eaten anything, well any food anyway, since the meal she’d had on the plane yesterday.
“That sounds wonderful. Thanks Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.”

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr left her alone, closing the door after herself and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah breathed a big sigh of relief.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah really needed to be more careful…
What was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah saying?
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah needed to stop altogether.
This was a dangerous game that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shouldn’t have been playing in the first place.
It was all very well to allow something like this to happen once.
But Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was a stronger girl than that, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could control Herself, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had to control herself, for Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.
This would shatter her, not to mention their friendship, if she ever found out.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah resolved, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah slowly raised herself off the bed – to never let it happen again.

Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body screamed in protest at the change in elevation.
The ache in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs, back and ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was intense and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face screwed up in a scowl as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gritted her teeth against the agony.
Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body had never been used so hard before!
A hot, hot, shower was just what the doctor ordered.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah limped over to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s case, pulling clothes out without really looking at them, and grabbed a towel.

The bathroom was a little down the hall and as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made Her way there Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah prayed for salvation as Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body let her know just how badly she’d been mistreated.
But the memory of it still sent shivers down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine.
As Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought about last night, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah imagined Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could still feel My Uncut Hindu Lund thumping into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah from behind.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had to squeeze Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs together to halt the tingle that was developing.

In the bathroom Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah turned on the hot water tap in the shower.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked longingly at the tub. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would have loved to have taken a bath, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t have the luxury of time, and besides Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was in the kitchen making her lunch.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach grumbled again and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed.
Hunger was going to win out.

The shower did wonders for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s aching muscles and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah soon felt almost human again.
Dressing as quickly as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was soon out of the bathroom and headed toward the kitchen.
As Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah neared the door, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah slowed, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of me sitting at the kitchen table with Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.
Allah, God, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was bound to notice the tension between us.
How on earth was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah going to pull this off?
Hopefully she would think Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was still Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah little embarrassed over mistaking me for Vikram yesterday and thought nothing of it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took a fortifying breath and walked into the kitchen. *

As it was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shouldn’t have worried.
Only Åāýéshah Abū Bakr sat at the table, two plates with sandwiches on them in front of her.
“There you are!” She said. “C’mon the breads going to go stale,” she pointed at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s plate.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t need to be told again.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat down and tucked in.
Munching away on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chicken and salad sandwich Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wondered where I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, had gone.
As casually as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked,
“I thought you said Durgesh was here?”

“He is.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr answered pointing at the kitchen window. “Listen.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah turned Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear and listened hard.
The dull thrum of a lawn mower could be heard outside.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t even noticed it until Åāýéshah Abū Bakr brought Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s attention to it.
Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt was out supervising the mowing of the lawn.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed in relief and wondered how long that would take me.

“Doesn’t Durgesh own the HVSI businesses anymore?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah queried Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.

“Of course he does. Why do you ask?” She responded.

“Well, shouldn’t he be at work today? I remember he used to work sometimes Saturdays even.”

“Oh Durgesh hasn’t worked Saturdays in ages now. Geez it’s been nearly two years now. He’s finally taking a bit of time off for himself.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr sighed. “It was one of the reasons Ammī gave about why she had separated from him. I was never home enough.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Åāýéshah Abū Bakr cunningly.
“Do you really believe what your Ammī reasoned her separation?”
“Hell, no.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled gravely, “Nevertheless, I can’t blame her. Almost the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah was criticizing her. Abbū felt so humiliated that he even offered her a clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh with his NOC, NO OBJECTION CERTIFICATE. She had nothing to lose actually.”

Chapter 19
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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 Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband:17

The extent

Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 17

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah
Durgesh Ħafsah Nisār
Muħammad Jamīl, the Cuckold

Muħammad Jamīl never questioned Ħafsah Nisār, ever.
He hated having to clean her after she’s been with me but Muħammad Jamīl never talked back when she told him to do it.
Muħammad Jamīl usually did it at the door as Ħafsah Nisār returned home from a date.
He used to do the best he could imagine what it’s like to be allowed to go down on her without my presence, without my cum inside Ħafsah Nisār.
Muħammad Jamīl had never told her that; never let her know he even think such a thing.
He said something about that once…only once.
Muħammad Jamīl got slapped and asked he wanted to be forbidden to service here like that.
He loved when she let Muħammad Jamīl do that for her, rewarded him by letting him be the source of her sexual pleasure, use his mouth to worship her.
Muħammad Jamīl thought Ħafsah Nisār knows this about him, knows his devotion to her and the pleasure Muħammad Jamīl get from pleasing her.
But Muħammad Jamīl knew that she doesn’t care and that she always comes first, not Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl knew that to service Ħafsah Nisār submissively is part of what Muħammad Jamīl does because he loved her.
Muħammad Jamīl hated the taste of me!
Hate tasting my Hindu cum and feel jealous that I came first as well, not Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl always imagined what it must be like to be the real man Durgesh is, have the Uncut Hindu Lund Ħafsah Nisār loves and adores.
Durgesh is her ever efficient, ever successful, Hindu lover and Muħammad Jamīl was only her cuckold Musalmān husband.

Ħafsah Nisār had been sitting in my car in the driveway.
We’d been out there for half an year at least.
Muħammad Jamīl had been waiting for her as he always did.
When Ħafsah Nisār finally came into the house, heard me drive off as she opened the front door, Ħafsah Nisār looked down at Muħammad Jamīl and smiled.
“Such a good little boy…I was looking forward to coming home. Believe it or not I do think about you, baby, thought about you and sometimes worry about you home all alone.”

As Ħafsah Nisār raised her skirt and looked down at Muħammad Jamīl, Muħammad Jamīl kissed her panties, smelled me all over her, and saw some of my Hindu cum on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thigh…noticed more cum than usual, Ħafsah Nisār had covered with me…my Hindu cum all over the tops of her stocking too.
Muħammad Jamīl felt shame as Muħammad Jamīl kissed her gently.
Ħafsah Nisār asked if Muħammad Jamīl missed her while she was away.
Muħammad Jamīl told her yes, missed her terribly.

Ħafsah Nisār hummed as Muħammad Jamīl kissed her through her panties, on his knees in front of her…
Muħammad Jamīl buried his face in her.
Ħafsah Nisār pushed Muħammad Jamīl away,
“Ouch!”…
She saw the look on his face as Muħammad Jamīl looked up at her…
“You are such a good little boy! But not tonight, baby. Mama’s real tired, real sore too. I’m so sore. Can’t begin to tell you how Durgesh used me tonight, I just have to go to bed. But you’re very good boy to be waiting for me. Maybe tomorrow I’ll let you lick me.”
She smiled down at her ever incompetent Musalmān husband, Muħammad Jamīl, and patted the side of his face.
She saw the panic in his face, Muħammad Jamīl didn’t dare talk back.
“Yes, Ma’am.”, Muħammad Jamīl looked to the floor as Ħafsah Nisār lowered her skirt.
“I just wanted you to kiss me when I came home, kiss your wife at the door. I really did miss you tonight, thought about you. Does that please you, baby?” She walked past Muħammad Jamīl, heels clicking on the floor as she headed to the stairs.
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you.”, Muħammad Jamīl watched her beautiful rear start up the stairs.
“You sleep in the basement tonight; Muħammad Jamīl, my boy, my ever obedient perfect slave, I don’t want to be disturbed or woken early.” She turned and looked at her ever inept Musalmān husband, Muħammad Jamīl. “By the way, Durgesh appreciates everything you do at the office and he loves that you never bother me at home, pester me for sexual favors. Durgesh asked me about you, asked if you do. Muħammad Jamīl, he told me…he said to tell you that you are a very good boy not to bother me.”
Ħafsah Nisār looked at her ever incompetent Musalmān husband, Muħammad Jamīl,, seriously…
“You’re going to keep being a good, boy…right?”
Muħammad Jamīl looked up at her…naked, on his knees…
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She turned and walked to her bedroom. “Muħammad Jamīl, Durgesh thought you’re about to get a pay raise at work.. He’ll talk to you about it.”
Muħammad Jamīl heard the door close.

Ħafsah Nisār had been seeing Durgesh regularly now for almost three months.*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought the words in her head but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just couldn’t bring herself to utter them allowed.
My Hindu hips thrust into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah from behind.
My balls banging up against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s swollen hood, stretching Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips wider.

Every time Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed back, I chuckled again.
“You won’t get it until you tell me you want it.” I warned, gently, teasing. “Say it, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I was whimpering now, “Tell me; say, “Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wants you to fuck Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight little Musalmān asshole too.” and I will honey, I’ll fuck your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass for as long as you want me too. But not until you expressly ask for it.”

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God! I need it very much there, please!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was getting wetter by the second and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī throbbing Musalmān clit was throbbing tremendously.
I knew that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted it too bad, but I was determined that I wouldn’t do anything about it until Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah especially asked me for it.
In my opinion, it was an abnormal wish.
In Tantr, sometimes it’s necessary.
But for pleasure only, I never did it unless someone especially asked me for it.
If only pleasure was to be enjoyed, it was not a human pleasure at all.
It was an animal pleasure.
But a man has to surrender to his sex partner’s wishes too, whether normal or abnormal, if it wasn’t harmful to anyone.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did want it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t deny it.
The thought of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was driving her wild.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so wet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit was pulsing.
The ache was unbearable, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so close to cumming, it wasn’t funny.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah swallowed, trying to wet her throat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t believe Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was going to do this.

“Please, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah started, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s voice small and unsure. “Please, I want… I want…”

“Come on honey, tell me what you want.” Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt encouraged her softly from behind.

“Oh, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned, “I want you to fuck my tight little Musalmān ass too after you fuck my ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made the words rush out of her before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah lost her nerve, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel her face blushing furiously in embarrassment.*

Muħammad Jamīl could hear her through the door, hear her yell,
“Fuck, ooooooooooo!. Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu , ..fuck me…!” Baby…fuck me…”… Muħammad Jamīl also heard the sound of my Hindu hand across Ħafsah Nisār’s excellent Musalmān rear…SMACK!, heard me slap her ardent Musalmān rear as I fucked Ħafsah Nisār.
Muħammad Jamīl, Ħafsah Nisār’s duly married husband, could only think that Durgesh, his Hindu Jījū, his Hindu Dūlhā Bhāī, must be taking Muħammad Jamīl’s wife, Ħafsah Nisār, from behind, rear up for me to use.
SMACK, SMACK!
Muħammad Jamīl hated that sound, wanted to run to her, make me stop.
Muħammad Jamīl know better.
“I am your complete little Musalmān bitch, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, you own me…ooooooooo, I’m your little girl, baby, fuck me…!”
Muħammad Jamīl heard us, muffled through the door…heard Ħafsah Nisār start to almost cry as I spanked and fucked her.
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, bury her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān face in the bed…hear me yell at her…
“You like that dirty talk, girl…enjoy it!”
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!…
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, told me I can do anything to her; heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, told me Ħafsah Nisār had me.
And Muħammad Jamīl knew how I used her like this.
Muħammad Jamīl knew about his ‘special need’, as she called it.

It’s the second time I’d fucked her.
I didn’t spank her the first time.
Ħafsah Nisār loved spanking herself.
She herself compelled me to spank her.
Muħammad Jamīl couldn’t even protest.
There wasn’t any use of it.
Ħafsah Nisār wanted to punish Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl had to surrender.
What the hell else could Muħammad Jamīl do, after all?
Muħammad Jamīl heard the bed springs.
I was really fucking her hard.
Muħammad Jamīl listened from down stairs, hang on our every sexual sound…feel his little cut Musalmān nūnī stiffen every time Ħafsah Nisār got penetrated by me.

I arrived an hour and a half ago, and walked past Muħammad Jamīl at the door.
I smiled at Muħammad Jamīl as he looked to the floor, naked and his little cut Musalmān nūnī harness locked tight.
“Is your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, upstairs, Sālé Miyān?”
“Yes, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Dūlhā Bhāī. Yes my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Jījū. Yes, Sir.” Muħammad Jamīl answered me.
I handed Muħammad Jamīl my coat.
“Take it.” I smiled at him humiliating Muħammad Jamīl immensely.
Muħammad Jamīl couldn’t do anything.
He had a little cut Musalmān nūnī, not my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Muħammad Jamīl was naked ironically, however.
He was always naked in the house usually.
Ħafsah Nisār wanted him so to disgrace him immensely.

Muħammad Jamīl felt my sympathetic yet proud confident Hindu eyes on Muħammad Jamīl. “Muħammad Jamīl, I had been thinking about your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, all day. Muħammad Jamīl, I had been thinking about spanking her too. Thinking about that hot great Musalmān ass. What’s she wearing now?”

“Green, Sir, all green. The outfit you bought her, the little girl outfit.”

“Mmmmm, I like that. My little girl, got that outfit off a sissy website, same one you got the pink ruffled panties for her off, She loves the ruffled panties on her, shows off that cute Musalmān rear end…had her describe that little outfit at a party last night, and two of my Musalmān lady clients were in the room. She told them about being dressed in lace panties and ankle sox for me.”
I took off my suit coat and handed it to Muħammad Jamīl…
“Got them so turned on! Wish she’d had it on last night. It was all spur of the moment, maybe next time dress her like that for them. She still looked very cute in the black stockings and panties she wore. Should have seen the look on my clients faces when she took her dress off, I wish you had a picture of that…maybe next time for that too.”
I looked at Muħammad Jamīl.
“I hope you didn’t bother her when she got home. She was very much worn out when Ħafsah Nisār left. She needs her rest and beauty sleep.”
I walked past Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl knew why she didn’t let Muħammad Jamīl lick her clean now and knew why she was too sore and tired.
“No, Sir, I would never do that.”

I walked to the stairs,
“Get me a drink, Muħammad Jamīl, bring it to her room.”
Muħammad Jamīl heard me go into her bedroom and close the door behind me.

Ħafsah Nisār never let Muħammad Jamīl go down on her as she said she might, just had Muħammad Jamīl do house work all day, strictly.
She spent time preparing for me, went shopping, and when she came home Ħafsah Nisār let Muħammad Jamīl watch as she dressed and made up for me.
He could still see her, smell her perfume.
She was standing in a green short see-through robe, green lace little girl outfit on underneath it.
Ruffled panties, ruffled lace top ankle sox and 3″ green patent leather heels…no bra…her hair up in little girl pony tails in green ribbons on the side…red lipstick…

“I hear Durgesh’s car in the drive. How do I look, Muħammad Jamīl, my slave cuckold Musalmān husband?” Ħafsah Nisār turned, looked in the mirror.

“Gorgeous, Ma’am…you are beautiful…”
Ħafsah Nisār cut Muħammad Jamīl off in mid-sentence.
Muħammad Jamīl felt as always, anxious, knew what was coming next.

“You are a very good boy, go down stairs, wait by the door and let Durgesh in when he comes. He likes when you do that.”
Ħafsah Nisār sat on the bed, checked herself in the mirror as Muħammad Jamīl left.

Muħammad Jamīl thought about that as he hurried to mix my juice, took it up to me…knocked on the door gently.
I opened the door, took it off the tray.
I had my pants and shoes off.
Muħammad Jamīl saw his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, in the mirror, sitting on the bed smiling…looking at me, not at Muħammad Jamīl…her robe was on the floor.

Muħammad Jamīl was at the down stairs door two hours later, when Muħammad Jamīl helped me on with my suit and over coat.
“I’ll see you at work, Sālé Miyān.” I said, looking down at his little cut Musalmān nūnī harness, smiling and shaking my head.

“Yes, Sir.” Muħammad Jamīl looked at the floor.
He felt my naked almost impotent Musalmān body under my stare, felt his soft little cut Musalmān nūnī barely sticking out of his little cut Musalmān nūnī harness, barely saw the tip of it…shaved baby smooth.
My eyes were looking Muħammad Jamīl over.

I didn’t say another word to Muħammad Jamīl.
Just took my coat and left.
Muħammad Jamīl knelt by the door waiting for her…to ring the bell Ħafsah Nisār kept next to the bed…waited to clean her if she wanted Muħammad Jamīl to.

‘Ring, ring’ Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, ring the bell, loudly.
Muħammad Jamīl hurried to his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār.*

I told her as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt another big glob of ointment hit her outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“Mmm, that’s all right. Okay.”
And then my Uncut Hindu Lund was pressing hard against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight front hole.
I wiggled my Uncut Hindu Lund against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s opening as I pressed down, making her whimper in expected pleasure.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt it finally break the seal and I slowly slid my Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān front hole.

The pain was minimal to begin with and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah enjoyed the feeling of my Uncut Hindu Lund buried deepest inside her.
But then I started moving it, stroking in and out of her in time with my hips and the sensation it created was intense.
The pain made her hiss in a breath and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face scrunched up in an awful pleasant pleasure.
Sound freely escaped Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat as the pleasure and pain reduced her to nothing but feelings.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was lost in the sensation of it all, the fact that I was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend’s Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner diminished in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind and I became just a man, a man that was fucking her passionately and wildly.

“Oh yeah!” I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, smiled playfully.
My voice was rumbling in my chest.
My other hand reached around Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hip and I began fingering Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit for me too.
It was all too much.
My fingers on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit, my Uncut Hindu Lund in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot, it all sent her skyrocketing towards a huge orgasm, and to push her that much faster, I started talking to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Yeah, such a good little Uncut Hindu Lund-tease, such a horny young adult Musalmān sex goddess! You love having your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot fucked by me, don’t you? “
My Hindu thrusts were getting faster and harder. “You’d love to feel my big Uncut Hindu Lund slide into your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pop that cherry wouldn’t you?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah only smiled at me.
She didn’t say anything.
“Oh yeah; I can feel how wet that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of yours is getting just thinking about how My Uncut Hindu Lund would feel inside your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass …”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot began to clench down hard.
“Mmm, oh you’re close to squirting, aren’t you baby. C’mon Uncut Hindu Lund-tease, Musalmān sex goddess, cream for me, cum.”
My Hindu thrusts were hard and rough, almost violent as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips were repeatedly slammed against the sink top.
Cries of intense passion and pain being ripped from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat with every thrust, as I brought her closer to orgasm.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my darling, I want to feel you cream on My Uncut Hindu Lund now, wet it all down so I can unload my hot Hindu cum inside that quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of yours, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had somehow pressed herself up onto her hands over the kitchen sink.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts bounced utmost enticingly from my extremely powerful Hindu thrusts.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs shook behind me close to collapsing, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t stop the primal sounds of fucking coming from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat,
“Agh, agh, agh… agh… please! Oh please, Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God, oh Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! What are you doing? None can believe you are sixty plus! You are killing me, my Hindu love,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cried out as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s orgasm hit me like a truck.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath was catching in her throat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came all over my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was now clenching down tighter onto my Hindu length and making me groan as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah collapsed back over the sink in a shaking heap.

“Yes!” I grunted from behind her, “Oh yeah, here, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I cum honey, take it all!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my hips thump into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah one last time and my Uncut Hindu Lund throbbed inside her, emptying my hot load of thick hot Hindu cum into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s awaiting clasping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān love tunnel.
I thrust into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah a couple more times, milking my Uncut Hindu Lund with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

My breath was heaving.
My fingers were still cupped against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was still inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot, as we settled and came down from the high.

One by one, I removed my limbs from her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.
My hand moved away from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit, leaving it to throb dully as it cooled.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hissed in pain; until finally it was time for me to pull out of her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew there would be no way for me to pull out without causing some amount of pain.
So Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah absently braced herself dreading the thought of embarrassing herself by crying out.
I pushed into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hard; one last time, as my Uncut Hindu Lund was starting to soften and then pulled back so fast Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah barely felt me slip from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stretched opening.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped in shock at my quick retreat, because it felt so incredibly good, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot gush as my Hindu spunk followed my withdrawal.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard me inhale deeply and then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my lips brush against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine that made her shiver.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to lift herself up, but her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body refused to obey her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t move.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head was spinning and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs felt like they were made of jelly.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my hands trail down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs, stroking the skin softly all the way to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ankles, where I took hold of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties and gently pulled them up for her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath was finally starting to settle into some sense of normalcy.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tried again to right her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, but again it failed to heed her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face was pressed awkwardly against the ribbed steel of the kitchen sink and I’m sure Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was drooling.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my rough hands then fix the straps on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chemise and pull the material up to cover Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah still couldn’t make her limbs move.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard the tap run and fought to open her eyes but they felt as heavy as lead and all Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could do was flutter them uselessly in an attempt to see what her Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt was doing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was slowly sinking into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.
I had fucked her so hard.
Yet, she was grateful to me for it.
It had made her realize that she was not alone to love me.
I too loved her not less.
Only she was not dying to have me forever.
I too wanted her as my Live in Relationship Partner.
It was certainly a great honor for her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt something cold and wet pressed against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face and sluggishly realized that I was wiping Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face clean.
The wet rag moved to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s inner thighs as I wiped away that evidence too.
That done, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my lips press lightly against the corner of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as I kissed her fiercely, passionately with intense love for her.

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I whispered into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear as I brushed the hair back from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s brow.
My intensely loving voice sounded penetrating her very soul.
“Come on honey. Let’s get back to bed.”
I dragged her up into a standing position and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt herself falling until my arms caught her up.
I cradled her against my chest.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah managed to get her eyes open enough to see that out the window morning had broken and the sky was changing from dull grey to pale blue.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah only saw it for a few moments but can remember thinking how beautiful it looked before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sank back down into darkness.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah!

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah awoke to the sound of muffled voices and groaned as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rolled over in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was immensely happy that I had fucked her whole night.
It was the proof that she was not imposing, not thrusting herself on me.
She was needed.
It was good that my entire rough primary attitude was ultimately melted into an extremely pleasant, honoring and immensely loving behavior.
We are not only fuckers now.
We were actually lovers.
Made for each other.
Mad for each other.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled now triumphantly.
She had succeeded now in winning the great Durgesh forever for herself.
She suspected it wouldn’t be so easy.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad had made me somewhat bitter about even the other Jet Musalmān Beauties.
That was why I behaved with her so rough primarily.

Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body ached with a vengeance.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt as though she’d been beaten with a really big stick.
Figuratively speaking, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah broke out in giggles as the thought flitted through Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sobered quickly when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard footsteps approaching her door.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach thrilled in anticipation.
Was it Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?
Was I coming back to do more to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?
As painful as it was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot clench and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit tingle, would her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body ever stop reacting like this.

There was a light knock at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s door,
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah? Are you awake?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s voice called through the door.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed, half in relief, half in disappointment.
“Yeah, come in.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah called groggily.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was after all only half-awake.

The door opened and in bounced Åāýéshah Abū Bakr, full of beans and smiling broadly.
“Hey sleepy head.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed softly,
“Hiya. How was your night?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked, thinking to herself, mine was great!

“Fantastic!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr quietly squealed as she came over and sat on the bed beside her, a huge smile on her face. “Actually that’s why I was coming in here to wake you up.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr told her.

“Oh?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah queried, “Do tell.”

“Well, Vikram wanted to know if you wanted to come out with us again.”

“Really?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked in a teasing tone. “Are you sure about that? Are you sure that you didn’t kinda convince me that I wanted to know even though I didn’t?”

“What do you mean?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr asked trying to sound innocent.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed,
“I knew it. He didn’t ask at all, did he?”

“Well no, but I know he won’t mind.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said.

“He’ll pretend not to mind, but believe me, he’ll mind.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed again, the merry sound masking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s relief at not having to go out again.
Oh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had missed Åāýéshah Abū Bakr terribly, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah really wanted to spend time with her, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t really want to spend time with her and Vikram and feel like Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was intruding.

“I don’t want you to feel as though you’re being left out though, especially as you’re here for a holiday with me.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said guiltily.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed and smiled.
“I’d rather feel left out than feel like a spare wheel.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr opened her mouth to protest but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah waved her quiet.
“I know you would never do it on purpose, hon. But believe me, three’s a crowd when you’re first starting out in a relationship. You don’t need me there to chaperone. You go out and have fun. I’ll be fine here. I’m still jet lagged anyways and cranky, so I won’t be very good company. Besides, if I get really bored, I can always go annoy Durgesh.” Having finished Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s little rant, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed at her.

“Oh I’m sure Durgesh won’t mind. At least he’d have someone to talk to.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said seriously. “Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I worry about him sometimes. You know, he hasn’t even brought a girlfriend here since I could feel awkward in his scrupulously erroneous opinion. I’m a big girl now, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. I understand his extraordinary needs.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr confided in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

It was on the tip of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue to say, “I could’ve fooled me,” but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t, instead saying, “Really?”

“Yeah. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I mean it can’t be healthy for a man to be celibate for that long surely.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah nearly choked on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own saliva as Åāýéshah Abū Bakr spoke, but managed to remain quiet and in control even though Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was unable to look at her just then.

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I know I shouldn’t be talking like this, he is Durgesh and all, but sometimes Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I wish he’d just go out and get himself laid.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did choke then, coughing roughly and trying to clear her throat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah dropped her head even more worried that the guilty look on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face would be too easily read.

“Are you all right?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr gasped trying to help Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah recover.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah waved her away, and as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat cleared Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah started laughing.
The absurdity of the situation was not lost on her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought that at least if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was laughing she wouldn’t see the guilt.
Here was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend telling her she wished Durgesh would go out and get laid, and here Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was thinking, “Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! God, if you only knew!” As it was, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t say anything of the like to her.
“What? What’s so funny?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr demanded a little upset at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s reaction.

“Åāýéshah Abū Bakr, how do you know that Durgesh doesn’t? Isn’t he utmost infamous for almost 24x7x365 fucking us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said unthinkingly to cover her reaction.

“What do you mean? Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I just know. He never says he’s going out or even gone out in all this time I’ve been living here.”

“But Åāýéshah Abū Bakr,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said gently, committed to answering now that I’d put Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s foot in it. “That doesn’t mean that Durgesh hasn’t gone out. How often do you go out; either with friends or with Vikram? Durgesh could have easily gone out on his own then.”

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s face crinkled.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I suppose, but Durgesh would tell me. He tells me everything, we’re like best friends.”

Not everything!
Obviously!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to Herself remembering the night we’d spent together and then felt ashamed of Herself.
“Maybe; but Hon, do you honestly thought Durgesh doesn’t get laid? If he went out tonight he’d be able to pull so much excellent Musalmān ass it wouldn’t even be funny.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told her truthfully. “I think you’re not giving Durgesh enough credit.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah also thought you’re getting into it too much and should shut the hell up! Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to herself.
The last thing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah needed was to slip up and mention something that could land her in a load of hot water.

“Oh yeah Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I forgot,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr teased. “You thought Durgesh’s utmost sexy!” She giggled.

Chapter 18
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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