Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind
The engines throbbed the big ship into vibrant speed.
A breeze of tropical air ruffled the flower petals around our necks.
I watched the fringe of lights along the dark shoreline, glanced down at the churned white of water where it streamed along the side of the boat.
The ship belonged to the HVS INTERNATIONALS: GROUP OF COMPNIES.
From the lower deck, leis sped outward, to hang poised to a minute in circular color against the black of the water, then collapse and drop rapidly astern, as passengers sought to comply with the age-old Hawaiian custom.
With the tolerance of one, who has long since learned to accept human nature as an established fact, I said:
“Kħadeejah, Gul, Deepak, those are the new comers. Those leis drift right back into the harbor. Passengers should wait until they are opposite Diamond Head.”
Gul Jamāl had joined us since.
We were still in the nudes.
It was decided among us all that we’d continue to practice remaining nude, even when we reach our respective homes.
Deepak Khandelwal, also in nude, was thinking.
The money always wins.
Everyone, except Durgesh, was a loser in this trip.
It had unique qualities.
It extended exactly double.
Nothing is impossible in the multiverse.
Not even the existence of this goddamned deceiving prick.
His own penis extended only one inch.
The other Hindu Penises on the ship extended one inch to two inches at the most.
NOT SIX INCHES at all.
The deceiving rotten Hindu Prick.
The bloody superstitious orthodox Hindu.
Stavans can’t change anything at all.
If they could have, the entire multiverse would have been Hindu.
Durgesh is an idiot.
If not, he thinks the others idiots enough to take his wild communal theories for granted.
However, he has won all the international Muslimahs Cunts.
He is the winner.
All the rest were the losers.
What a humiliation.
What a humiliation.
Elbows on the rail, we looked down on the heads and shoulders of people leaning over the rails on the lower decks.
“There’s the couple we saw last night in the Chinese restaurant.” I remarked.
“It’s all right, Kħadeejah!” I kissed nude Kħadeejah Muħammad passionately, “They all fucked me ravenously, mounting on me. I was stunned to feel and experience their thirst and hunger. Even Hindu Penis could not satisfy them to the extent.”
“Because they are traditional Hindus only, not DVIJ, as you are.
She was playing with my again extending Hindu Penis.
“You are unique.” Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed my Hindu Penis again.
Deepak Khandelwal felt humiliated, as if Gul Jamāl was not his secretary, his wife instead.
He tried to get rid of this irrational feeling.
Yet, he was not succeeding absolutely.
We were still standing at the rail, watching the intermittent flashing of signal lights, inhaling the scents of the warm tropical air.
The decks became silent and deserted, except the four of us―
1. Khadeejah Muħammad
2. Gul Jamāl
4. Deepak Khandelwal
The nude passengers, fatigued by a strenuous last day in the islands, the night sailing, and the strain of farewells, sought their cabins.
I turned abruptly, as a woman mentioned my name.
She was extremely beautiful.
“I’m Al Anjum Al Waħāb, Durgesh!” She smiled sweetly at me, “We enjoyed each other very much on the islands. I hope you remember me. I mean in this large beautiful nude city on the sea.”
I hugged her passionately.
“Nonsense, Anjum darling! We’ve broken every wall between us. How are you, sweetie?”
I smiled at her.
Then squeezed her glorious Lebanese Muslim buttocks.
“Thank you.” Anjum said, rubbing the knob of my Hindu Penis in between her quivering Lebanese Muslim labial lips, “You are very kind to all of us Musalmān Beauties here. Even our husbands are not so kind to us.”
“You remember my sister?”
“Al Nafeesā Al Waħāb?”
“Yes. Durgesh! I want to consult you.”
“Professionally?” I asked in surprise.
“Yes. I need your services.”
I smiled and entered Al Anjum Al Waħāb.
“Okay, my darling! I’m inside you now.”
Al Anjum Al Waħāb kissed me on my lips gratefully.
“Thank you. I’ve already said you are very kind to all of us Musalmān Beauties without any exception.”
Deepak Khandelwal had already left us as soon as he felt that Al Anjum Al Waħāb wanted privacy with me.
Suddenly, Gul Jamāl also said,
“Durgesh! Please excuse me.”
Al Anjum Al Waħāb laughed.
“It’s all right with me, Gul! If it’s all right with Durgesh.”
Al Anjum Al Waħāb also winked at her.
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.
“You mean night by night?”
Al Anjum Al Waħāb also laughed and winked at her,
“Thanks for the correction. Two months ago, Nādir, my husband, was Al Nādir Al Muħammad. Overnight, he changed his name into Al Nādir Al Waħāb. He simply walked out of his position as bookkeeper in Al Ittiħād Al Imāmeen. We hurriedly moved to Mecca from Lebanon. Nādir has given us strict orders that under no circumstances were any of us ever to mention his name as Al Nādir Al Muħammad.”
My eyes showed my interest.
“He left his job rather suddenly?”
“Yes. Without even going back to the office.”
“Rather peculiar.” I said.
Al Anjum Al Waħāb made me to lie down on my back, on the deck.
She mounted me and started up and down movements of her beautiful Lebanese Muslim buttocks.
She squeezed my hand too, meaningfully.
Then she slowly tightened her beautiful fingers until the skin was white across her knuckles.
“Nafeesā, my younger sister, suspected nothing.” Al Anjum Al Waħāb said fucking me normally, “She’s a modern young Årab Muslim woman, a strange mixture of sentiment and cynical, pessimistic, acceptance of life.”
“Yes.” I agreed with Anjum, “I’ve noted it.”
Al Anjum Al Waħāb winked at me.
“While fucking her?”
I also winked at her,
“While fucking her.”
“Yes. I do confess. You are married. She was a virgin. Are you jealous of your younger sister now?”
Nādirā Kaif smiled at the child.
“Kush! Have you gone through this laptop?”
“Not in the knowledge of daddy.”
“Oh, you should not do it, Kush, without your daddy’s knowledge.”
“Daddy has many wonderful videos here.”
“He is grown up.”
“Ammī saw them.”
“She was telling my Nāzimā auntie that daddy is nothing as compared to Durgesh uncle.”
“Naughtynaughty. These are grown up matters, my dear! You are a child now. You should not pay attention to them.”
With extreme difficulty, Nādirā Kaif ultimately managed to draw the attention of the boy into some animated child stuff.
She managed to get him interested in another computer, in another chamber.
Then she locked that chamber and started the laptop of Deepak Khandelwal.
She was right.
It had the password SIDRAH.
So, the woman is ruling Deepak Khandelwal’s heart nowadays.
Nādirā Kaif remembered her everfirst encounter with Sidrah Aħmad.
No sooner had she started her office computer once again, than the office door whipped open and Durgesh erupted into the room.
Deepak Khandelwal and Nādirā Kaif both stood up in my honor.
“Hello, Nādirā! Hello Deepak!” I waved my hand to them, “Please, be seated. Don’t be formal. We are friends.”
“Sir”Deepak Khandelwal started to say something but I stopped him in the middle.
“Come on, Deepak! Let’s forget formalities and be friends.” I said and hastened to one large oak desk.
Nādirā Kaif noticed that I was wearing a new expensive outfit.
The ascot, suede jacket and slacks.
For so successful entrepreneur, I was surprisingly young to Nādirā Kaif.
She knew I was thirty only.
Pulling off my stylish jacket, I threw it on the divan.
“Kħadeejah told me you two were here. I thought you’d be finished by now and gone.”
Nādirā Kaif smiled,
“Durgesh.” I interrupted her and smiled, winking, “I love my name from beautiful mouths.”
Nādirā Kaif bowed,
“Thanks for the compliment, Sir!”
“Thank you. Durgesh I mean.”
Deepak Khandelwal felt himself quite ignored.
He grinded his teeth.
“It’s all right. Do your job. Just ignore all of us. Can you do it?”
“Of course.” Nādirā Kaif smiled.
Deepak Khandelwal did not say anything.
He only smiled.
He knew his job.
His boss was not interested in him.
He was interested in his utmost beautiful young Muslim Secretary.
“Muħammad says one of his best girls quit on him, telling him that she joined him to get me. She has me now. Therefore, she does not need Muħammad any more.”
Deepak Khandelwal laughed.
“You should have all of them, Sir!”
“Nonsense, Deepak! You know I can’t do it, even if I agree. Well, I’ve got to audition for a replacement, for Muħammad, fast.”
“We could move to another”
“Naw, naw. Stay put. You won’t be in the way. No one’ll notice you.”
Deepak Khandelwal believed that no one’d notice him.
They are mad for Durgesh.
He is the only man they are interested in.
Deepak Khandelwal does not exist for them at all, if Durgesh is there.
Moreover, Durgesh had more money, too, for them.
Nādirā Kaif is also negligible to them.
They themselves have beautiful Muslim Cunts for Durgesh’s Hindu Penis.
Generally, the men are after the Beauties.
However, Durgesh is the exception.
The Beauties are after Durgesh.
I had picked up my mobile and contacted Kħadeejah Muħammad, in the dressing room, down the hall.
“Hello, Kħadeejah! How many showed up?”
“More than one thousand.”
“More than one thousand.” Kħadeejah Muħammad chuckled mischievously, “Can’t you hear me well?”
“For one vacancy?”
“For one vacancy.”
“I’ll be damned.”
“Durgesh! I think I should put you in auction.”
“I bet they’ll pay any amount, even beyond reason, to have a sex session with you.”
“Nonsense!” I laughed, “You idiot! Send the three of them in on the double.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed and looked at more than one thousand Muslim Beauties, present there.
“Okay, girls!” Kħadeejah Muħammad said, smiling to them, “Best of luck. Move your fat Muslim asses, right in there.”
The first three Muslim Beauties entered the office quickly, one after the other, each greeting me warmly, rather flirtatiously.
I acknowledged each with a warm kiss in the air.
I requested the last of the three to shut the door.
“All right. Welcome to my love nest, my dears! Let’s not waste the time. We have too many of you for one single vacancy. Line up there in front of the sofa.”
Obediently, the three Muslim Young Women went to the sofa, and they stood at attention on the green furry throw rug before it.
From the corner of an eye, Deepak Khandelwal, while pretending to work, glanced at them.
Each one was gorgeous, maybe a little obvious in attire and manner, but each young and striking.
“You know why you are here.” I smiled at them, “I’m sure Kħadeejah briefed you. We need only one of you. I’m sorry the response is unanticipated. Nevertheless, I should make it clear that we need ONLY one of you. We need you to fill in on Muħammad’s late show tonight. You understand that?”
All the three Muslim Young Women nodded in unison.
“Okay, then. Starting with you,” said I, pointing to the Platinum Haired Årab Muslim Beauty, nearest me, “give me your namesfull names please! To which country do you belong, what’s your own particular belief in Islam, what’s your family belief, your parents, self-employed or what, dependent on someone or not, why are you interested in such a show? Just for adventure or anything else? Virgin, Married or single? If virgin, why are you interested to lose your virginity in such a sex show? If married, does your husband know it? Do your parents know? What are their reactions? Can you dance? If yes, your best type of dance for a show like this. Okay, darlings, I’m listening.”
Deepak Khandelwal swiveled his chair a bit to his left for a better view of the fabulous Muslim Beauties across the room.
Nādirā Kaif smiled.
Muħammad had entered in the meantime.
He had bowed to me and Deepak Khandelwal.
Then, taking a chair, Muħammad looked at them.
His eyes feasted on each one as she spoke in turn.
She was wearing a green turtleneck sweater, abbreviated green skirt, panty hose, and green leather boots.
Her voice was sexy.
I smiled at the Platinum Haired Årab Muslim Blonde.
“Welcome to my love nest.”
“Thank you, but I don’t think it’s still a love nest.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad also smiled, sexily.
“Yes! I think it’s a Love Empire now. One may call it a Sex Empire as well. It does not make any difference as Love is Sex and Sex is Love, doubtlessly.”
“Father, a former American, now converted to Islam, and Nafse Islam, Al Waħābiyat. Ammī a Saůūdī extra ordinary Waħābī Beauty. I’m self employed, Industrialist myself. Al Fātimah Al Muħammad group of Industries is led by your laundī, Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! I’m interested in such a show, because I want YOU for me with a grand celebration.”
“Bravo!” Muħammad clapped out of delight.
Nādirā Kaif and Deepak Khandelwal had also to applaud, because Muħammad did not leave another option for them.”
“Virgin.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad declared, “And, yes, my parents do know. They don’t interfere in my private affairs, as a principle. They have already wished me best of luck, and are here to boost and enhance my morals.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad was monitoring it on closed circuit TV.
She contacted me on my mobile.
“Yes. I know. I’m vigilant.”
“Yes, darling! Don’t worry. Thanks for alerting me, even then.”
With immensely cold eyes, Nādirā Kaif watched almost everything she could in that time in that damned laptop of Deepak Khandelwal.
She was more than surprised when she saw how Sidrah Aħmad fucked me right there in the court.
Yes, I did not fuck Sidrah Aħmad.
Sidrah Aħmad fucked me.
Every detail was there in the damned laptop.
How Sidrah Aħmad managed to sit beside me.
How I was encircled with so many burqāposh female psychiatrists.
How Sidrah Aħmad put her shawl on my lap.
How she put her hand under that shawl, unzipped me, entered her hand into my briefs, took out my Hindu Penis out of it and started to play with it.
How she asked me to fuck her then and there in the court in session.
How I refused.
Yet, how she managed to fuck me there.
Everything was there in the laptop.
That incredibly beautiful young woman, Sidrah Aħmad, 27, was capable to do anything anywhere.
Nevertheless, it was there in the laptop.
Nādirā Kaif was horrified when she saw Judge Shrīkānt M. Āgnéý and Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad were watching the entire events, yet couldn’t do anything except to enjoy it.
How could she manage it?
How did she manage it?
Nādirā Kaif was still watching it incredulously, when the telephone rang.
Nādirā Kaif hesitated a moment, than almost automatically she lifted the receiver, up.
“Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting and Investment Company.” she said.
A very sweet, melodious, musical, woman’s voice sweetened her ear,
“May I ask why anyone here isn’t to meet me?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“It’s Kħadeejah Muħammad. I’m at the airport.”
“What?” Nādirā Kaif almost jumped.
“Didn’t you hear me?”
“I most certainly have heard you, ma’m!” Nādirā Kaif managed to collect herself immediately, “You are most welcome. Yet”
“We weren’t expecting you, until Monday.” Nādirā Kaif smiled sweetly.
A pleasant feminine laughter was there.
“I thought it is my company, and I can visit it anytime I please. Am I mistaken?”
“Sorry, ma’m! I did not mean it.”
“I sent you a wire. You should have met me. This is an imposition, dearie!”
“Sorry, ma’m! It seems that we haven’t received your wire. Or, if the boss has received it, he did not think me a suitable person to confide in”
“The boss? You mean Deepak?”
“Give the idiot the receiver.
“Sorry, ma’m! He isn’t here?”
“Who are you?”
“Nādirā Kaif. His executive secretary, ma’m! at your service.”
“Well, well, well. Nādirā Kaif. Kħātooné-Kashmir?”
Nādirā Kaif blushed.
“You know me, ma’m? I’m honored. I’m coming there immediately.”
“He isn’t here this morning. This is Saturday morning, you know.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed,
“Are you telling me what day it is? Should you?”
Nādirā Kaif realized her mistake at once.
Kħadeejah Muħammad was the Chief Managing Director of the company, having 80% shares in her own name.
“Sorry, ma’m! I didn’t mean it, of course!”
“Nonsense! Get out here. I’m waiting here like a fool. You are lucky that Durgesh is not with me. He can’t wait like I’m doing. I must do something for the idiot manager of mine, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal? Eh?”
Nādirā Kaif could not respond to it.
Kħadeejah Muħammad went on,
“I’ve had a lot of problems with baggage and all the rest of it. The idiot should have arranged for all these things. Come immediately. Leave the damn everything else as it is. I’m tired.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad slammed the receiver at her end.
Nādirā Kaif hung up in a daze.
She hadn’t anticipated this dramatic turn of the events.
They say, Kħadeejah Muħammad is the ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’ of Durgesh.
She herself claims to be ‘MORE THAN Durgesh’s WIFE.
She can fire even Deepak Khandelwal at once.
It seems she is not pleased with Deepak Khandelwal.
She calls him ‘The idiot.’
Nādirā Kaif reached airport.
She had not seen Kħadeejah Muħammad ever before.
Nādirā Kaif had always laughed at the suspicion.
How ridiculous the people’s suspicions become sometimes!
How Kħadeejah Muħammad could be Wafa Yåqoob?
Mere resemblance could distort the facts to what extent!
Nādirā Kaif advanced, automatically, to the young woman who resembled Wafa Yåqoob .
She was really as beautiful as Wafa Yåqoob was.
She smiled at Nādirā Kaif as Nādirā Kaif advanced to her.
“Yes ma’m! Madam Kħadeejah Muħammad, I think.” Nādirā Kaif also smiled at her respectfully.
She could see very well that even when Kħadeejah Muħammad was smiling at her, she was actually appraising her at the same time.
Nādirā Kaif thanked Allah that when she responded to Kħadeejah Muħammad, she did not have any quaver in her own voice.
In addition, why should she have?
Durgesh had taught her not to have any quaver in her voice even when she was with him.
Kħadeejah Muħammad is a multi millionaire, of course!
Yet, Durgesh was a multi millionaire maker.
“Oh, yes!” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed well naturedly, “Who else?”
“Mr. Deepak Khandelwal’s secretary, Nādirā Kaif, ma’m! the one you talked with over your mobile when I was in the office.”
Nādirā Kaif expected some criticism.
She was surprised when she found Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed at her, instead, cordially.
“You’re a dear, Nādirā! to get out here so soon.”
“I came as soon as I could.”
“I know you did.” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed again, “Of course, it seemed like a long time to me waiting here. However, I realize, you had a long way to cross from the office to approach here. You must have started at once. Thank you, Nādirā!”
Nādirā Kaif smiled.
“You’reyou’re very welcome. Now, do we take a cab?”
“Of course we take a cab if you haven’t brought your car.”
“Sorry, ma’m! my car was taken by my boss’s wife.”
“It’s alright then. Take a cab.”
“Let me call the porter to carry your baggage out and”
Kħadeejah Muħammad pulled out some bills from her purse without even looking at them and offered them to Nādirā Kaif, “Take these ten dollar bills to pay the cab.”
Nādirā Kaif smiled.
“Ma’m! they are not ten-dollar bills. They are thousand dollar bills. “
Kħadeejah Muħammad looked at the bills in her hand.
“It’s all right. Take them and pay all my expenses here out of them.”
Nādirā Kaif hesitated somewhat.
But, Kħadeejah Muħammad almost literally pushed the bills into her right hand.
“Actually” Nādirā Kaif hesitated, “I’ve some expense money with me, ma’m!”
“Of the company?”
“Of the company.”
“And, how is it so? None knew I could come today.”
“We’ve a safe there keeping some emergency money.”
“Good.”Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “Nice arrangement. And the combination is known to you?”
“Yes, ma’m! the combination is known to me.”
“Who else has the combination to the safe?”
“The boss, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal and the bookkeeper.”
“Nice arrangement. How much money you keep there.”
“Not more than several hundreds, ma’m!”
“Make it several thousands.”
“How do you know when I might call on you to take a plane at once for Makkah Al Mukarrama?”
Nādirā Kaif stood in something of a quandary, hardly knowing how to respond to that.
“When you get hold of Deepak Khandelwal, see that the fund is available to the extent I say. I may want you to come to Makkah Al Mukarramah. That’s my birthplace, you know. You’re a grand girl, Nādirā Kaif! I think you’re frightened to death. You should not. You’re a Muslim girl. And a Muslim girl should never be afraid of anyone except Allah Rabbil Åālmīn. “
Nādirā Kaif controlled herself.
“I’m sorry, ma’m! You are right.”
“Moreover” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “after you get to know me better, you won’t be frightened of me even the least. Respect me as your elder sister. Carry out my orders unhesitatingly. But never be afraid of anone, including me; except Allah Rabbil Aalmeen. Do you understand? Unhesitatingly.”
“Yes, Kħadeejah Bājī!”Nādirā Kaif smiled obediently.
“That’s better.” Kħadeejah Muħammad patted her on her back, “Call me, Bājī, instead of ‘ma’m’. I like it more.”
Nādirā Kaif could not decide whether it was Kħadeejah Muħammad’s own good character, or it was the influence of Durgesh on his ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’.
“My wire wasn’t received?”
“It should have been, Nādirā!”
“Yes, Bājī! I think it’s probably on the way someplace.”
“On the way nothing!” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed genially again, “I left earlier than I intended to, on the spur of the moment. That no-good attendant at the Makkah Al Mukarramah airport, to whom I gave a big bill, so that he could pay for the wire, tore up the telegram, put the money in his pocket, and went out and got drunk. That’s the way with even our Muslim world these days. Allah! mérī taubah! Allah! mérī taubah! No responsibility, no moral stamina, no real downright honesty. Alright, Nādirā! Let’s proceed.”
Nādirā Kaif secured a porter, a cab, and found herself answering intimate searching questions about the business of the Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company during the ride in the taxicab.
At one point, Nādirā Kaif endeavored to say,
“I do wish, Bājī! you’d save these questions to ask of my boss, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled at Nādirā Kaif.
“Nādirā! you are in my employ. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Bājī! of course! Yet, I’m directly under Mr. Deepak Khandelwal.”
“Come on, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad put an elderly arm around Nādirā Kaif’s shoulders. She almost hugged her to herself, “I don’t care whom you’re directly under. You’re in my employ. You’re working for me, not for that idiot manager of mine, Deepak Khandelwal . “
“Nevertheless, Bājī! He is not going to like it.”
“He is nobody to like what I do and not to like. He is my employee. I’m not his.”
“You are working now directly under me. You don’t have any obligations whatsoever to your immediate boss, Deepak Khandelwal. Do you want it in writing?”
Nādirā Kaif hesitated somewhat.
“Don’t hesitate. You’ll get my orders to the effect, as soon as we get to the office.”
“You’re drawing wages that come out of my pocket. Anyone who spends has a right to have loyalty in return. Moreover, I want efficiency and I want cooperation, too. You’ll answer my questions, my dear! and we won’t have any more of this ‘Ask Mr. Deepak Khandelwal’ stuff. Is that clear?”
Nādirā Kaif collected herself.
“I’m going to the home just to announce my arrival to the interns. Then we’re going up to the office and you’re going to put in the rest of the day answering questions.”
“I am?” Nādirā Kaif was startled.
“Sure. Why not? And you’re going to answer them right.”
“I don’t want any attempt to shield anyone. You understand. Yourself or anyone else.”
Kħadeejah Muħammadsmiled at her.
“Good girl. Now, for your information, the reason I arrived on Saturday morning instead of Monday is that I knew good and well Deepak Khandelwal would be out fucking some new Muslim Beauty. “
“I was not born yesterday, Nādirā! Neither you were. We both are ourselves Muslimahs.”
Nādirā Kaif smiled.
“Thanks for being so frank, Bājī!”
Nādirā Kaif could not control herself any longer.
She put her arms across the beautiful Meccan Årab Muslim neck of Kħadeejah Muħammadand embraced her respectfully, as if she were really her younger sister.
“We are proud of you, Bājī!”
“I’m too, proud of you all, my Muslimahs sisters; whether Årab Muslimahs or else. I wanted to descend on the office and get some records before Deepak Khandelwal was expecting me. I gave a wire to an attendant but I felt sure he wouldn’t send it. You said that you had the combination to the safe. We are going to open it and we’re going to take a look. I’m going to check some of the figures and you’re going to give me the information I want.”
“Sure, Bājī!” Nādirā Kaif was all for Kħadeejah Muħammadnow.
Nādirā Kaif loved her for it.
Deepak Khandelwal was suddenly nobody to her as compared to Kħadeejah Muħammad.
“Now then” Kħadeejah Muħammad asked, “who is the Current Muslim Girl Friend of Deepak Khandelwal?”
“Deepak Khandelwal is afraid of me that I may bring Sidrah Aħmad in Durgesh’s contact.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.
“Afraid of Durgesh?”
“Who isn’t if he’s a man?”
“You are right. Hindus are the best males. Yet Durgesh is the best of them too.”
“And you are called Durgesh’s ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’, Bājī!”
“I’m proud of it, Nādirā!”
“We know it, Bājī!”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed winking at Nādirā Kaif.
Nādirā Kaif joined her laughter gracefully and proudly.
“I’m going to ask you a straight question, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “Have you any reason to believe that Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest?”
“Don’t talk to me like that.”
“You hesitated after you started to answer the question. I don’t want hesitation. Deepak Khandelwal can recruit as many Muslim Beauties, in his staff, as he wants. He can fuck all of them. It’s none of my business. But”
“He can’t be forgiven if he’s not grateful to me for it.”
“Yes, Bājī! it’s self explicit.”
“I allow the Muslim Beauties working for me, to have as much sex with their Hindu Dream Man as they want. I allow the Hindu Men working for me, to have as much sex with their Muslim Dream Beauties as they want. But, no dishonesty to the company at all. It can’t be forgiven.”
“Yes, Bājī! it’s self explicit.”
“Good that you understand.”
Nādirā Kaif smiled at Kħadeejah Muħammad reassuringly.
“I want straightforward answers, Nādirā! Have you any reason to believe Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest?”
“I don’t know.”
“Certainly you don’t know that Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest, but do you have any reason to believe that he may be dishonest?”
“Well” Nādirā Kaif said, “Deepak Khandelwal has recruited too many Muslim Beauties, in his staff, than actually needed.”
“Deepak Khandelwal fucks them?”Kħadeejah Muħammadwinked at Nādirā Kaif lewdly.
“Most of them. Almost all of them.”Nādirā Kaif smiled.
“Trying to be another Durgesh?”
“You are right. Durgesh is our dream boy.”
“You are right.”
They both smiled at each other significantly.
“There’s one matter more that’s been bothering me, Bājī!”
Kħadeejah Muħammadlooked at her.
“That’s been bothering me, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad said gravely, “I don’t care that Deepak Khandelwal recruits Muslim Beauties in his staff in a large number and fucks them.”
Nādirā Kaif laughed.
“I think you are right, Bājī!”
“Yes. Those Muslim Beauties are not born themselves yesterday. They know very well, when Deepak Khandelwal recruits them that actually Deepak Khandelwal wants to fuck them. Yet they always apply in large numbers when they are recruited. What does it mean?”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.
“Doesn’t it, Bājī?”
“Of course, it does.” Kħadeejah Muħammad confirmed Nādirā Kaif, “So it’s actually their personal matter. We don’t have to interfere among Deepak Khandelwal and his Muslim Yalāyalīs.”
“Deepak is facing one more problem, Bājī!”
“Oh, oh! Not Yogéndr Jīvātman?”
Nādirā Kaif was stunned.
“You know it too, Bājī?”
“Well, I’ve to keep me updated, Nādirā! if I really want to keep my position of the Chief Managing Director of the company. However, Yogéndr Jīvātman directly approached me to claim that he is a better Manager than Deepak Khandelwal.”
Nādirā Kaif laughed.
“What did you say?”
“I told him to have more shareholders with him than Deepak Khandelwal has.”
“Now, it explains the ads running in the newspapers and news channels.”
Nādirā Kaif remembered the ad:
‘You stockholders of the Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company invested your money because you wanted to make money. You wanted money for yourselves, your Muslim wives, your intimate Muslim Women/Hindu Gents friends, your children from them and your heirs.
What are you getting?
They are not good at work.
They are good for him on his bed.
As soon as he recruits them, he starts to transfer as many shares of the Durgesh Kħadeejah MuħammadDiamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company in their names as it is possible for him.
Naturally, the Muslim Beauties support him in return.
But, what about you?
Some of our beautiful Muslim women stockholders have surrendered to Deepak Khandelwal and have started to share his bed.
They do not share Durgesh’s bed.
Therefore, it was possible for them.
What about my Muslim women friends?
What about your Muslim women friends?
The main brain working for Deepak Khandelwal, is not his own.
It’s a Mumbai Nympho Maniac, Sidrah Aħmad.
Deepak Khandelwal’s own Extra Ordinary Beautiful Libyan Muslim wife Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain is so fed up of Deepak Khandelwal that she is planning to divorce him.
She has already replaced Deepak Khandelwal with Durgesh while she has a seven-year-old son, Kush Khandelwal too from Deepak Khandelwal.
If you want to enrich Sidrah Aħmad, Deepak Khandelwal and his Muslimahs bedmates, continue to support Deepak Khandelwal.
But, if you want to enrich yourselves, support Yogéndr Jīvātman.
Mail your proxy to Yogéndr Jīvātman, care Proxy Holders Board of Salvage, and then with Yogéndr Jīvātman in the saddle, watch things begin to hum.’
I entered my room.
The room was used as a writing room cum office by me.
Kħadeejah Muħammadwas waiting eagerly for me.
Kħadeejah Muħammad squeezed my Hindu Penis in return.
“Want to get it?”
I lifted Kħadeejah Muħammad up in my arms and took her into our bedroom attached with the office.
Kħadeejah Muħammad undressed me.
Excited Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed my Hindu Penis, took it into her mouth and started to suck it vehemently.
“What happened?” I asked.
We both were stark naked now.
I was lying there on my back.
Kħadeejah Muħammad was almost sitting and lying on my mouth in a manner so that her labial lips were crushing my masculine Hindu lips.
Her back was towards me.
Our breaths were hot.
“You can’t live without my Hindu Penis, Kħadeejah!” I said breathing hot, “It was only the night passed I didn’t fuck you. And you are ravenous as if I haven’t fucked you for centuries.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad winked at me.
“You don’t like it?”
“I love it.”
“Your Hindu Penis will be captive there for a long time.”Kħadeejah Muħammad winked, “The poor Hindu King Cobra will go inside, come out till only its head immersed there, go inside again, come out till only its head immersed there. Think out profoundly before indulging into a long jihad with my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt .”
“Okay, Sālī! Om Kham Brahm!Om tasmai jyéshthāý Brahmañé namah!”
“Allaho Akbar!” Kħadeejah Muħammad rejoined.
She was on the bed now on her back.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!” Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed me passionately on my Hindu male lips, “Your unique Hindu Penis is there now into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt completely. Don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside.”
“Allah!” Kħadeejah Muħammad whispered on my masculine Hindu lips, “Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”
Kħadeejah Muħammad was whispering again and again,
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”
My Hindu Penis was throbbing there immersed to the hilt.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!” Kħadeejah Muħammadwas still whispering.
“Allah!” Kħadeejah Muħammad whispered again on my masculine Hindu lips, “Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”
“You were telling me something, darling!”
“Yes! I know. My throbbing Hindu Penis into your burning Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt makes you forget everything.” I kissed extremely beautiful Kħadeejah Muħammad on her lips, “Nevertheless, it maybe important to all of us, Kħadeejah darling!”
“It is.” Kħadeejah Muħammad said, “Well, you know Zubédah Sheikħ. She is incurably romantic. Since our receptionist, Kħālidah Ůsmān is on leave today, Zubédah was on the reception.”
“What happened?” I tried to pull out my Hindu Penis somewhat to penetrate her once again with all my strength, but Kħadeejah Muħammad immediately repeated,
“Allah! Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”
“All right. All right.” I stopped pulling out my Hindu Penis, and thrust it back again into Kħadeejah Muħammad’s evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Pussy, grabbing her both mount Everest Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah breasts “You were telling me something important.”
“If Zubédah is on the reception ever, and she pays any attention to anyone she’ll work up a whole Hindu-Muslimah love/sex story around that person. During the noon hour when there are very few calls coming in at the switchboard and people seldom at the office, as Kħālidah Ůsmān does, Zubédah also starts reading Hindu-Muslimahs love/sex stories and eating chocolate creams.”
“And then both Zubédah and Kħālidah tell me how they are watching their weight.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad said, smiling.
“Well, Zubédah was reading this Hindu Muslimah love/sex story. She had just come to the most interesting part of the story when the Muslimah started to fuck a Hindu herself, this young woman came in. She was terribly excited. She said she had to see you right away.”
“Yes!” I urged her.
“Zubédah told her that you were out somewhere that you are seldom able to see anyone without appointment. The young woman was almost hysterical. She said, ‘Never mind. Never mind. I’ll wait. He’ll see me. I’m one of his ardent fans. I love every word he writes.”
“Love?” I smiled.
“Love.” Kħadeejah Muħammad winked significantly.
Kħadeejah Muħammad’s French kiss now, was of my life and her too.
“She said,” After a long and passionate French kiss, Kħadeejah Muħammadtold me, “I don’t want to leave this house until I’ve arranged to have Durgesh protect me. I want Durgesh to look after my interests and I want to get a good detective agency.”
I smiled at her.
“And, she is willing to let me fuck her?”
“Who of us isn’t?”
Kħadeejah Muħammad again entered her tongue into my Hindu male mouth.
We continuously kissed for 15 minutes.
By the time she became very horny and me too.
I then started massaging her pair of boobs.
Round shaped boobs with pink nipples.
I started pressing her boobs and nipples with my palms and she felt an electric shock in her body.
I started to press her nipples and I was in heaven.
Kħadeejah Muħammad was moaning continuously.
She was moaning now loudly and throwing her hips upwards.
It felt great.
Juices started to flow out of her cunt lips and this gave me more excitement.
We both were totally nude.
My Hindu cock was throbbing continuously.
She was very tight and I was the happiest man to fuck that evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy. She cried loudly as I pushed my Hindu Penis inside her cunt even though it had become well lubricated with her juices.
Kħadeejah Muħammadwas lying down straight on the bed with her legs on my shoulders.
I gave a little jerk in her hole.
She cried and tried to throw me away but I held her with my strong Hindu arms. And gave her a tight French kiss.
Kħadeejah Muħammadcried loudly but her cries got lost into my mouth.
Kħadeejah Muħammadwas throwing her legs moaning loudly and with some jerks pain went away.
Kħadeejah Muħammadstarted to enjoy and moan softly.
I concentrated on her boobs and kept on fucking her.
Kħadeejah Muħammadwas having tears in her eyes and moaning,
“Oh my love! Come on. Do fast. ohhhh noooo ahhhh it’s very enjoying more!!! Fast.”
This gave me more excitement and I started fucking Kħadeejah Muħammadvery fast.
She kissed me rapidly and said,
“I love you… I love you. I love you. Sex is so good. Sex is so good.”
Some drops were sliding from the side.
Kħadeejah Muħammad said,
We lay in the same position for about 30 minutes.
Then she said me,
“Thank you, Durgesh! Meri Jān! Mere Hindu Piyā!”
We had many sessions continuously.
At my home, in her bathroom, and even on my terrace too.
Kħadeejah Muħammad was as hypersexual as I was.
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Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22:
‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’
وَقَالُوا لَن يَدْخُلَ الْجَنَّةَ إِلَّا مَن كَانَ هُودًا أَوْ نَصَارَىٰ ۗ تِلْكَ أَمَانِيُّهُمْ ۗ قُلْ هَاتُوا بُرْهَانَكُمْ إِن كُنتُمْ صَادِقِينَ
Waqaloo lan yadkhul’ aljannatah illa man kana hoodan aw nasara tilk’ amaniyyuhum qul hatoo burhanakum in kuntum sadiqeen.’
‘And they say: ‘None shall enter the Garden unless he be a Jew or a Christian’. These are their vain desires.’
I opened the door of the bathroom.
The history of the Al Saud has been marked by a desire to unify the Arabian Peninsula and to spread what it promotes as a more purified and simple, though often criticized as less tolerant, view of Islam embodied by Wahhabism which has gained international controversy since the events of 9/11. The House of Saud is also linked with Wahhabism (Saudis deprecate the term, preferring the term Salafi) through the marriage of the son of Muhammad bin Saud with the daughter of Muhammad Abd al Wahhab in 1744.
She was only in bra and panty.
I grabbed her waist, raised her and helped her to her royal bedroom.
She sat on her royal bed.
Though some have put the family’s numbers as high as 25,000, most estimates place their numbers in the region of 7,000, with most power and influence being wielded by the 200 or so descendants of King Abdul Aziz.
The current head of the Al Saud and ruler of Saudi Arabia is King Abdullah bin Abdul Aziz who announced, on 20 October 2006, the creation of a committee of princes to vote on the viability of kings and the candidature of nominated crown princes – in effect, clarifying and further defining the Al Saud’s line of succession process. The committee, to be known as the Bay’ah Council, or Allegiance Commission, would include all the sons and some grandsons of the late King Abdul-Aziz who would vote for one of three princes nominated by the king as Heirs Apparent. In the event that if either the sitting king or the crown prince were deemed unfit to rule, a five-member transitory council, appointed by the Council, would be empowered to run state affairs for a maximum of one week, before naming a successor. The intent is to prevent a situation, as was the case with the late King Fahd, who after multiple strokes beginning in 1995, remained on the throne for 10 years, most of them without the faculties to rule.
I was looking at her gravely.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb’s mother, had told me: her name was Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb.
Now, she was mostly known as Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Saåeed.
“What are you looking at?” Al Tauħeed auntie smiled suddenly.
“You are very beautiful, auntie!”I also smiled at Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed had told me that she liked her maiden name more.
She hated Al Saåeeds, even though they were the rulers of the Creations and she was married to one of them.
“You are pink in color. Fleshy also. I thought you were elder sister of Sāliħā.”
“You naughty boy! Do I look to you too beautiful to look at me constantly, as you are watching me now?”
“I’m telling the truth.” I said gravely, “If it were possible, I would have even married you.”
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb laughed open heartedly.
“Married me? Married a woman old enough to be even your mother? You are joking my honey child.”
“No auntie! Never! Not even the question arises. You must get a massage, auntie! You’ll be alright to walk and even to run again.”
“Massage? You are right, my child! But who will massage me now? Even Sāliħā is not at home.”
“If you don’t mind, I can.” I said solemnly.
“You?” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb laughed, “You know how to massage?”
“I can try for you, auntie!”
She hesitated somewhat.
“Isn’t it shameful that―”
“Auntie! Please! It will improve your―”
She interrupted me.
“Okay, if you don’t mind, do it. After all, you have already seen many things you should not have.”
The House of Saud take their name from Muhammad ibn Saud (“Muhammad, son of Saud”), the ruler of Diriyah in central Arabia, and the founder of what came to be known as the First Saudi State, who died in 1765. Because Muhammad ibn Saud was commonly known as “Ibn Saud” (son of Saud), the name “Al Saud”, came to signify his clan. Today, the surname “Al Saud” is carried by any descendent of Muhammad ibn Saud or his brothers, Farhan (Al Farhan, “sons of Farhan”), Thunayyan, and Mishari.
I brought the bottle of oil.
I put oil on her back and started to massage her from there.
My Hindu Penis was standing up as soon as I put oil on her pink glorious back.
Massaging her, I slowly moved my palm on her waist, stomach and boobs.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was also feeling relaxed now.
“Auntie!” I addressed her suddenly, “You are wearing a white bra. It can take oil and will not remain usable. If you say, I take it out―”
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb laughed.
“You will make me naked fully. Okay! Take it away!”
I opened her bra.
Massaging her back, I started to massage her beautiful erect Årab Muslimā female breasts also.
She did not object.
Slowly, my palm reached her gorgeous Årab Muslimā buttocks even.
I massaged them also.
Even squeezed them as if unknowingly.
Now, she was herself feeling intoxicated.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb started to talk with me openly.
“I advise to take away your panty, auntie!”
“Okay! Okay!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb surrendered.
Now, nude fully she lay on her back, on the bed.
I massaged her entire body.
“Allah!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb said, “I am feeling so much relaxed. Durgesh! You are an angel.”
“I can do anything for you, auntie!”
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb laughed.
“Anything? Anything―? What do you mean? Can you even fuck me in my ass?”
“You have a very lovely ass, auntie!” I also laughed winking at her.
“Okay, my dear boy! Go on! Fuck me.”
“With your kind permission?” I laughed.
“You Hindu playboy! Go ahead!”
“Sālī Chālū auntie!” I laughed, “I’ll fuck you so much, and in such a way, that you’ll forget your husband even forever.”
“Okay! Go ahead! Fuck me.”
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was now only mine.
I undressed myself fully.
Now, we both were in nude.
She was still lying on her back on the bed.
Origins and early history
The earliest recorded ancestor of the Al Saud was Mani’ ibn Rabi’ah al-Muraydi, who, according to the chroniclers of Nejd, settled in Diriyah in 1446-7 with his clan, the Mrudah. Mani had been invited to settle there by a relative named Ibn Dir’, who was then the ruler of a set of villages and estates that make up modern-day Riyadh. Mani’s clan had been on a soujorn in east Arabia, near al-Qatif, from an unknown point in time. Ibn Dir’ handed Mani’ two estates called al-Mulaybeed and Ghusayba, which Mani’ and his family settled and renamed “al-Diriyah”, after their benefactor Ibn Dir’.
I rode on Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb.
Taking her beautiful red crimson lips into my mouth, I started to suck them.
Her palms reached my back and she started to kiss me passionately.
“Auntie! Auntie darling! Enjoying?”
“Yes!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb acknowledged, “Yesss! What about you?”
“Sālī! See and watch my Penis. Don’t ask me.”
We both laughed cunningly, simultaneously.
Genealogically, the Mrudah are regarded as belonging to the ancient Arab tribal confederation of Rabi’a, through the branch of Wa’il. However, there is disagreement as to which branch of Wa’il they belong to. The dominant opinion in their native Nejd is that they are remnants of the now-extinct tribe of Bani Hanifa, who are credited with founding most of Nejd’s settlements including Riyadh. The oldest written reference to the Mrudah, a short genealogical manuscript from the 17th century, supports this view. Others, including many members of the Al Saud themselves, however, insist that they are descendants of the large bedouin ‘Anizzah confederation of northern Arabia and the Syrian desert. The earliest written reference to this view comes from the Swiss traveler Johann Ludwig Burckhardt, on the authority of Anizzah tribesmen whom he encountered in northwestern Arabia in the early 19th century. Both the ‘Anizzah and the Bani Hanifa, however, are branches of the Bani Wa’il of Rabi’ah.
The Mrudah became rulers of al-Diriyah, which propspered along the banks of Wadi Hanifa and became an important Nejdi settlement. As the clan grew larger, power struggles ensued, with one branch leaving to nearby Dhruma, while another branch (the “Al Watban”) left for the town of az-Zubayr in southern Iraq. The Al Migrin (“House of Migrin”) then became the ruling family among the Mrudah in Diriyah. After some initial struggles in the early 18th century, Muhammad ibn Saud, of the Al Migrin, became the undisputed amir (“prince”, or ruler) of the town and its surrounding estates. In 1744, Muhammad ibn Saud took in a fugitive religious cleric named Muhammad ibn Abdel Wahhab, from nearby al-Uyayna. Ibn Saud agreed to provide political support to Ibn Abd al-Wahhab’s project to reform Islamic practice, which Ibn Abd al-Wahhab believed had strayed far from the ideals set by the Islamic prophet Muhammad and his companions. Ibn Saud added to his previous title of emir the title of “Imam“, signifying that he saw himself as the temporal leader of an Islamic state, rather than simply another clan leader or village ruler. This marked the beginning of the First Saudi State.
After sucking her lips, for a long time, I kissed Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb on her neck.
Then I kissed her brown Årab Muslimā nipples.
Breast and nipple stimulation
A breast orgasm is a female orgasm that is triggered from the stimulation of a woman’s breast. Not all women experience this effect when the breasts are stimulated; however, some women claim that the stimulation of the breast area during sexual intercourse and foreplay, or just the simple act of having their breasts fondled, has created mild to intense orgasms. According to one study that questioned 213 women, 29% of them had experienced a breast orgasm at one time or another, This shows that it is not common, but it is possible. An orgasm is believed to occur in part because of the hormone oxytocin, which is produced in the body during sexual excitement and arousal. It has also been shown that oxytocin is produced when an individual’s nipples are stimulated and become erect.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb started to moan.
I sucked more intensely.
Slowly I kissed her entire nude feminine Årab Muslimā body.
I kissed her pink Årab Muslimā Cunt even.
I kissed there again, Kissed, Kissed, and kissed.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was sighing now.
We lay in 69 positions.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was sucking my Hindu Penis taking it into her extremely beautiful Årab Muslimā mouth.
I was kissing her Årab Muslimā Cunt passionately, continuously.
My Hindu sperm fell into her mouth.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb drank all of my Hindu semen fallen into her mouth.
I again started to kiss her lips and neck.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was squeezing my Hindu Penis again.
It was extending again.
She took it again into her mouth and started to suck my Hindu Penis again.
It extended fully once again.
I made Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb lay on her back, on the bed, once more.
I spread her beautiful Årab Muslimā legs.
My Hindu knob kissed her Årab Muslimā labial lips.
My Hindu Penis entered into her Årab Muslimā Cunt.
I started pumping.
With her hands on my back, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb, was enjoying my fucking now very much.
I increased my pace after sometime.
Her voices increased.
“Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāh!Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā!”
My arms went under her waist.
Now, I was fucking Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb with such a speed, that she was screaming now.
“Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāh!Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā! Tear up my Cunt! Tear up my Årab Muslimā Cunt You Hindu fucker! Tear up my Årab Muslimā Cunt!! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā!”
Suddenly, the door of the bedroom opened.
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed marched into the bedroom.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was startled while I only smiled.
“Hello, my darling!”
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed shouted.
“So, when I’m not here, you both enjoy each other?”
“It’s―it’s only the first time, darling!” Her mother Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb managed to say ultimately, with enormous efforts.
“I don’t believe you! I don’t believe you!”
“Shame on you, Ammī Ħuzoor! Abbū believes you, and you are―”
“Sāliħā darling!” I smiled.
“I don’t want to talk to you.” Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed shouted, “I’m talking with my mother. Ammī Ħuzoor! You should―”
“Sāliħā! Listen to me.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.” Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed shouted again, “I’m talking with my mother. You are fucking my mother still now right in front of my very eyes.”
“Sāliħā! Listen to me, I say.”
“I’ll tell the entire world.”
“Okay! I’ll listen to you. I’ll listen to you. But, on one condition.”
“And, what is the condition?”
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed smiled slowly.
“You have to fuck me also, Durgesh darling!”
I pulled her to me immediately and kissed her.
“Very good! You are most welcome, my darling, Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed!”
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed also kissed me back.
“I’m watching you both for a long time. I had returned as soon as you both started to fuck each other. Now I’m burning with extreme lust. I need your Hindu Sex Kicks utmost violently, Durgesh!”
“Allah!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb exclaimed, “Allah! Girl! You proved to be even your mother’s mother. Your mother, Your Ammī Ħuzoor fucked Durgesh. Now you will also? A daughter? facing the very eyes of her mother?”
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed laughed.
“Are you both ready?”
“We both are ready.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb and I said smiling at her, simultaneously.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb did not have another option.
I did not even want to have.
For the promise I made to Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer, I needed them more in number with me.
Now, we―all the three were ready for the new intense fucking.
I― a Hindu boy!
They―the Årab Muslimā mother and daughter.
I took Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed in my Hindu arms and started to suck her beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips savagely.
She was returning my kisses with more intense and savage female Saůūdī Årab Muslimā passion.
I had understood both the mother and daughter now, I thought, perfectly.
Both were sex starved, as the other Muslimāt were everywhere.
Mother, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb, irrespective of being a respected member of a royal family, welcomed the opportunity when she found I was trying to fuck her even while she was old enough to be my mother.
She did not try to stop me even a bit.
The daughter returned from where she had gone.
She found her mother indulged with me in a violent sexual intercourse. She did not object even a bit.
She silently watched and enjoyed the entire sexual intercourse I had with her mother.
And, when she saw that she also had the opportunity, she blackmailed her mother and me both to let me fuck even her.
When a woman does act like it?
When she is sexually satisfied?
When she is dying to have sex and not getting it.
It gets women mad and they act exactly as the mother and daughter were behaving.
My one hand was busy in undressing Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed.
Now she was only in bra and panty.
Kissing her, I opened her bra also.
I started to play with her beautiful erect young Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female breasts.
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed criticized her mother, but she was also her mother’s daughter.
I opened her panty and rubbed the opening of her young Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt with my right index finger.
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed sighed helplessly enjoying my index finger there.
Holding Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed, I made her to lie on the bed beside her nude mother.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb, her mother, started to suck my Hindu male lips once again.
My one palm was crushing Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed’s beautiful erect young Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female breasts.
The second palm was crushing her mother, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb’s Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female breasts.
Suddenly I acted wildly myself.
My Hindu Penis went inside savagely.
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed’s Årab Muslimā Saůūd buttocks jumped on the bed and she screamed.
“Allah! Allaaaaaah! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! It’s torn up. It’s torn up.”
“What are you doing?” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb plunged at me, “What are you doing? Will you kill my daughter, Durgesh? It’s her first time. Her Årab Muslimā Cunt is tight. Oil your Hindu Penis please! Oil her Årab Muslimā Cunt. And, then fuck my daughter slowly with love.”
I gave a shot again.
Half of my Hindu Penis vanished inside.
It vanished fully within three or four shots.
I started the ‘in-out-and in’ motion.
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed was feeling pain, but now she started to enjoy.
I increased my speed.
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed’s Årab Muslimā Cunt was so tight that I was enjoying her fucking very much.
It cannot be described in words.
I increased my speed again.
It flooded there immensely.
We― all the three― were in close embrace of each other now.
We were kissing each other also.
I was playing with the nude beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā buttocks of both the mother and daughter still now.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed married ultimately.
I was stunned when I saw his wife.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was really Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.
Ultimately, Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed proved to be lucky.
She was the daughter of Sharif of Mecca.
The Sharif of Mecca (Arabic:شريف مكة) or Sharif of Hejaz (Arabic:شريف الحجاز) was the title of the former governors of Hejaz and a traditional steward of the holy cities of Mecca and Medina. The term Sharif means noble in Arabic, and indicates descent from Muhammad through his grandson al-Hassan ibn Ali.
The sharif was charged with protecting the cities and their environs and ensuring the safety of pilgrims performing the Hajj. The title is sometimes spelled Sheriff or Sherif, with the latter variant used, for example, by T.E. Lawrence in Seven Pillars of Wisdom. The common-law political and legal office of sheriff found in some Anglophone countries is unrelated.
The office of the Sharifate of Mecca dates back to the late Abbasid era. Since 1201, the Sharifate was held by a member of the Hawashim clan, not to be confused with the larger clan of Banu Hashim to which all Sharifs claim descent. Descendants of this family continued to hold the position until the Twentieth Century on behalf of various Muslim powers including the Ayyubids and the Mamelukes. In 1517, the Sharif acknowledged the supremacy of the Ottoman Caliph, but maintained a great degree of local autonomy. During the Ottoman era, the Sharifate expanded its authority northwards to include Medina, and southwards to the frontiers of ‘Asir, and regularly raided Nejd.
The Sharifate came to an end shortly after the reign of Hussein bin Ali, who rebelled against the Ottoman rule during the Arab Revolt of 1916. After the defeat of the Ottoman Empire in 1918 and its subsequent dissolution in 1923, Hussein declared himself Caliph. The British granted control over the newly formed states of Iraq and Transjordan to his sons Faisal and Abdullah. In 1924, however, in the face of increasing attacks by Ibn Saud, Hussein abdicated his secular titles to his eldest son, Ali bin Hussein, who was to become the last Grand Sharif. At the end of 1924, the Ibn Saud conquered the Hejaz and expelled the Hashemites. The House of Saud has since exercised stewardship over the holy cities and the Hajj.
I met her and fell for her.
She was very sexy in appearance even.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed and Al Firdaus Al Jamāl were celebrating their twelfth wedding anniversary. They had gone out for a romantic dinner, and then returned home for the customary sex.
Although sex was rather routine job for them, they both did enjoy it.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was 25 years Saůūdī Årab Muslimā female in full bloom.
She was proud of her juicy figure and fair silky complexion, light brown straight long hair.
Everyone used to compare her beauty with Wafa Yaqoob.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed never got tired fucking her again & again though his penis was not of any value and Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was proud of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Beauty.
They were now lying in each other’s arms in the erotic afterglow to say again they loved each other.
The doorbell startled them.
Who could be ringing it at this hour?
Maybe it was one of their friends coming at late hours to wish them.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed got up to answer the door. He looked through the peephole but
could not see anyone. Then the doorbell rang again.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed heard a feminine voice outside,
“Open up, this is an emergency.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was confused, but decided to open the door, which turned out
to be a mistake.
The feminine voice fooled him.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed saw me with Al Zubédā Al Wahāb.
“Get back in the house, we’re coming in.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed backed up while Al Zubédā Al Wahāb and I came in and shut the door.
We both were rather smiling. Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said, “What do you want.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said, “Just take it easy and no one will get hurt. Where do you hide your sisters?”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed decided to cooperate with us especially since the gun in Al Zubédā Al Wahāb’s hand was pointed at his stomach.
Maybe they would leave if he gave them one of his sisters.
They wouldn’t get all because he didn’t keep all in the house.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said, “She is in my living room beside the bedroom. I’ll get her for you.”
“Naughti―naughti, Safdar Bhāī! You’re not getting out of our sight, we’re coming with you.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb smiled at him.
We followed Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed into the bedroom where Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was in bed with the blanket pulled up to her neck. Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed got the keys opened the living room, took out his sister Sābirā and handed her to us.
I kissed Al Sābirā Al Saåeed.
She was so frightened that she grabbed my Hindu Penis even before I order her to do it.
I winked at her.
Al Sābirā Al Saåeed knelt down and started to suck my Hindu Penis without any protest.
“There is your only one sister here. Where are the rest of your sisters?” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb turned to her Safdar Bhāī.
“We don’t keep them in the Palace. They are studying and live in Student’s girls hostels.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb and I looked rather mad and started talking to each other.
“We’ve wasted our time. We should do something to make up for it.”
“Yeah, look at this bitch lying there in bed. I wonder if she has any clothes on. Let’s see.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb suggested.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed yelled, “You leave my wife alone!”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb waved her gun at Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed and said, “Shut up, Safdar Bhāī!”
Al Sābirā Al Saåeed was sucking my Hindu Penis now faithfully and obediently.
“Let’s tie him up so he won’t cause any trouble.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb grabbed Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed to force him into a chair.
I pulled a thin cord from my pocket and tied Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed to the chair.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was screaming,
“Go away and leave us alone.”
“We’ll leave you alone only after we had some fun with you, bitch! Shut up.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said smiling.
I reached for the blanket to pull it off of Al Firdaus Al Jamāl leaving her dressed in only her thin nightie.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said,
“Durgesh, look at this pretty sexy bitch. She exactly looks like Wafa Yaqoob.”
“OK Zubédā, I’m with you. There’s no another sister of Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed here, but we’ll not leave until we have my Hindu dick soft. It’s rock hard now. His sister has hardened me more and more for her Bhābhījān.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was now crying a little and whimpering.
She knew Al Zubédā Al Wahāb meant me to rape her.
She could only hope we would not physically hurt her in any way.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed spoke up,
“Please don’t touch her. Let me write a letter or do most anything to give you one of my beautiful sisters more.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb spoke,
“You can act wise, that’s no good. Durgesh is going to give your sexy Årab Muslimā wife, the daughter of Sharif of Mecca, a good fucking.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed knew it was a losing battle to argue with them.
He just didn’t want them to hurt her.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said,
“Alright, you’ve got us. What if she agreed to cooperate instead of fighting your advances? Would you be gentle and not hurt her?”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb and I, looked at each other,
“OK, that’s a deal.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed then continued,
“Would you use a condom? She is not on the
pill because I’ve had a vasectomy. Don’t make her pregnant.”
The response was quick,
“No way. We will not use a condom. We’re going to fill that hot Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy with hot Hindu cum.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed knew he was defeated and felt lucky for them to agree not to physically hurt her.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said,
“Honey, it’s best that you cooperate with them. They agreed not to physically hurt you.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was still weeping some, but said she would do her best.
She knew I was going to rape her whether or not she fought us.
She was concerned about pregnancy, but she had no choice.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said,
“Alright bitch, stand up and take off you nightie.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl reluctantly got up to lift her nightie up over her head.
“Okay, honey pie. Time to get down to it. Finish stripping.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl could barely contain her tears now.
“You pigs. That was horrible.”
“What was, sweetie?” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb asked with sadistic pleasure.
“You know what I’m talking about, damn you!”
“Well, maybe we will and maybe we won’t. Right now it’s time for you to strip off that underwear and let us have a look at you.” We both laughed at that.
Then I lifted my nightstick and brought the tip of it up to Al Firdaus Al Jamāl’s crotch, almost touching her cunt through the thin material of her panties.
“Now strip.” I said, and nudged the nightstick into her groin.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl gasped at the violation, all the more threatening for the lightness of the touch. I turned the nightstick, slowly rotating the tip of it as though it were a drill aimed right at her pubis.
“Come on, now. Let’s see it.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl’s hands were shaking.
She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra.
She took the straps down, but couldn’t bring herself to let it fall from her.
She started to sob now in humiliation.
I approached her, grabbed the bra and slowly, firmly, pulled it off her.
She kept her hands over her breasts, but I leaned in and whispered to her,
“Maybe you want me to do the panties too.”
Still sobbing, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl shook her head.
“No! No, I’ll do it.”
And she did.
She took her hands from her naked breasts, feeling the leering eyes drink them in, and put them in the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down and exposing her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt to me.
“Now stand up straight with your hands above your head.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl did as she was told, standing naked and utterly exposed to me, crying freely now even though she knew I was getting off on her embarrassment and mortification revealing her sculpted well exercised feminine Saůūdī Årab Muslimā body in all its glory.
Her breasts were full, yet firm, inviting with pink raspberry nipples.
I reached to feel one of her breasts as they were exposed, and responded, “These are nice, aren’t they?”
I then pinched her nipple very hard.
“Ouch!” Al Firdaus Al Jamāl uttered. “Ooooooohhh Allaaaaah. You promised not to hurt me.”
I took off my jeans and shorts.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed noticed I had a bigger Hindu Penis than his own.
It was much longer and
bigger, the biggest one he had ever seen.
It was hard and the blood vessels were visible.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was now afraid that I would hurt his
wife Al Firdaus Al Jamāl when I put that Hindu monster Cock in her.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said in a firm voice,
“OK, Durgesh, you’ve showed us what you have, now let’s stop all this nonsense, put your clothes on and I’ll give you some of my beautiful sisters more, somehow.”
“Hold your talk; I’m going to fuck your sexy lady before we leave. When we get through, she will know she has been well fucked.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb spoke, ” Durgesh, go ahead. Get her stretched.”
I didn’t waste any time,
“Al Firdaus Al Jamāl, get up there on your knees at the side of the bed and bend over.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl did as I ordered.
Then I walked up behind her with my Hindu Prick in my hand.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl started weeping again.
She wasn’t wet and the intruding Hindu Cock was having difficulty
She knew she was dry and thought I would hurt her by forcing the entry.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl said in desperation,
“Aaaahhh. Get the cream from the dressing table drawer and lubricate me. Ooooooohhhhh you are hurting me. Nooooooo Pleaaaasse!”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb fumbled with the drawer, found the bottle and handed it to Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed, startled, received the bottle in his hand.
“WWWW―What do you want?”
“WWWW―What do you mean? What do you mean?”
“N―no! No! You mean I should help my wife getting raped by Durgesh?”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb laughed.
She turned to Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.
“Sorry, Bhābhījān! Bhāijān wants you get fucked dry.”
“Safdarrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Al Firdaus Al Jamāl screamed.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed immediately took out a liberal amount on the head of my Hindu Cock.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb laughed.
She was enjoying her revenge very much.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed had made her mother humiliate Al Zubédā Al Wahāb.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb had humiliated her mother in return, more.
Now, Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was being humiliated to the extent.
I pushed to enter Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.
After a couple of back and forth strokes, my Hindu Cock was all the way in.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl started weeping again as she braced herself for me to pound her.
She said a prayer to prevent pregnancy.
” Durgesh, this is good Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy.”, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said, “You will like it too.”
I started pounding Al Firdaus Al Jamāl with strong Hindu thrusts.
She was moaning and writhing.
“Ooooooohhh Allaaaaaaaaaah, pleeesse not sooo haaaard, Durgesh! Pleeeeese doooont sqeeeeeeeze myyyyy Saůūdī Årab Muslimā nipples theeey aaaare paaaaiiiining”
After continuous five hours of ramming her, I took my Hindu Cock out of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt and rolled her on the bed to make her lie on her belly.
I caught her waist with my hands and pulled her bums up.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl lifted her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass in the air.
She was now bent like a bitch.
She looked at her hubby sitting on the chair and writhing to get free from his
She noticed a small tent at the zipper of his pants.
‘Yā Allah! Yā Allah! Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed is getting excited seeing me raped in front of him.’ She thought.
I pushed my Hindu dick from the back and started thrusting it again and again in her raped Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.
“Hmff hmfff Eīshān! Hey Eīshān! Hey Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā! Thank you! Thank you! What a Beauty! What a Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Beauty! What a Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt!” was the sound I was emitting with each my Hindu thrust.
“Fuchhh fuchhh” was the sound coming out from her now wet Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy and
“ooooooo mmmmmm uuufffff aaaaah oooooohhhhh Allaaaaaaaaaaaah!” was the sound coming out from her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā lips. With each Hindu thrust, her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā boobs were bouncing like some ripe fruits.
I fucked and fucked her in this position for 3 hours fifteen minutes. Then I made her lie at her back again and entered her again in missionary style.
I soon began to groan as I speeded up my movements.
Then I yelled as I shot spurt after spurt in her unprotected Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl felt very ashamed of herself, as she too came with me.
I collapsed on Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.
I was breathing heavily lying over Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.
Then I became alert again.
I pulled out from her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt allowing some of my Hindu cum to ooze out and down her leg.
“Mmmmm pretty lovely fuck. But I will love fucking her brain out.”
I moved again in a position to fuck her.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was frightened looking now at the size of my Hindu dick.
It had grown more and more now.
“Alright, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl, now you are going to get a real fuck with my Hindu Cock in you. It was only Introduction till now”
I turned towards Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed.
“Look, your impotent Saůūdī Årab Musalmān hubby loves every moment of It. Look; he is having a huge erection. Perhaps as not even before.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl looked at her husband Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed and found the truth behind my comment.
He was having a huge erection and he was writhing on chair.
“Durgesh! let his one hand free. Allow him to masturbate seeing his wife
getting pinned by you.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb winked at me lewdly.
I growled a warning before freeing his left hand from the ropes.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed’s hand at once moved to his Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Nooni.
He started caressing his Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Nooni.
I caught Al Firdaus Al Jamāl now by her silky brown hair and made her rotate on bed so that her head was towards Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed.
I lifted her waist and placed a couple of pillows below her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass so that her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt was raised and Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed could easily see her clean shaved pink slit of vagina.
I then moved near her and placed her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā legs on my Hindu shoulders.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed wept.
I again inserted my Hindu Penis in her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt.
” Hmmmmm now It is dry like the sand paper. Ramming a dry Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt gives immense pleasure.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed watched as I forced the head of my Hindu Prick slightly inside her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā hole.
He knew Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was going to be stretched.
“Aaaaaaahhh “she moaned slightly.
He saw my hands clasp the sides of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā butt to hold her as I prepared to push forward.
He didn’t want her to fall forward away from me.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl felt as if a hot Hindu rod is being rammed into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.
The friction made by the dry walls of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt and the skin of my Hindu Cock made her wince with pain.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl uttered,
“Oooooohhhhh! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” as Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed watched my Hindu Cock go about half way in.
I pulled back ready to plunge again.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl yelled,
“Take it easy, Durgesh! I will die with pain. Please get it lubricated by the cream”
” I am not a fool.” I gave a loud laugh ” I love a Saůūdī Årab Muslimā lady crying with pain when I jam this Hindu pole of mine in her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed could see the walls of his wife’s Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt are stretched to the maximum.
I pulled my Hindu Cock out again. And with much more energy, I buried it
again into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.
Again, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl uttered in pain,
Her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā mouth opened for breath and her eyeballs just popped out with intense pain.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was nearly senseless.
Evidently, I started taking pity on her as I pulled back a little.
Then I started small back and forth movements going a little deeper each time.
“There, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl, how do you like a real Hindu Cock?”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl didn’t answer.
She was enduring the pain the best she could.
Not only was she stretched, but also my Hindu Cock was now too long.
I started fucking her while she continued to painfully moan,
“Ooooooohhhhhhh aaaaaahhhhh, uiiiiiiiiii Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed felt sorry for her, but he could do nothing but watch my big Hindu Cock fuck her.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed started yelling as I plunged deeper causing his wife to scream in pain.
I started fucking her with deep thrust. Slowly her cries subsided and moans of intense pleasure took its place.
I fucked and
We lost all track of time.
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