Some useful speech to bonk before you read the account :

Hijab- A mind covering worn in public by some Muslim women. Essentially a scarf.

Burqa- A outer garment worn by some Muslim woman that covers their whole body when in public.

Kuffar- Arabic for `` Non-believer ''.

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Fahima Begum sat in social movement of her bedside mirror ineffective to concentrate as she struggled to fix her hijab properly. Lately her mind had been plagued by doubts and iniquitous thoughts that no married Pakistani womanhood should make, and yet there they were. Fahima had been married to her husband, Ali, for 15 days now, whilst it was a good marriage it was missing something. In 15 years of wedlock, Fahima and Ali had not been able-bodied to conceive a baby. They had visited many different doctors to see out why and they all confirmed, what Fahima knew trench down, that Ali had an extremely low sperm count.

The news shattered both of them and completely broke Ali. Fahima did her honorable to soothe him, assuring him that she held zip against him and trying to explain how she loved him even more.

'' It 's Allah 's will, my jaan, there is very fiddling we can do. We can try for borrowing, '' she said to him mustering all the enthusiasm and faith she could.

'' Maybe, '' he replied in a flat tint. You could find out how shattered his spunk was by the waver in his voice.

'' nil is going to change, my jaan, but at least we still have each early, '' Fahima said with a little smile.

However, 5 years on affair began to exchange. Now at the age of 35, Fahima 's marriage had completely changed from the loving and caring one to a distant and hollow affair. Over the yr Ali had become withdrawn and distant, focused entirely on his body of work, he paid minuscule attention to Fahima. Not to mention, their sex living was non-existent. Fahima remembered when they had a very active sex life sentence especially for a Muslim couple.

Fahima missed the truly furious bed sessions and the way Ali used to command her in bed. Despite coming from buttoned-down Muslim syndicate, who believed sex was only for pro-creation and not for joy, Fahima and Ali loved sex. They tried all the positions, experimented with toy dog and had gotten downright filthy in bed. Yet they were still Conservative Moslem in every other way. Fahima wore a burqa and hijab when she was in the presence of former men, or when she was out running errands, but when it was just her and Ali she prefered not to wear anything.

Fahima did expect a few things to change for the kickoff twelvemonth or two as she knew the fact that Ali 's unfitness to open her tiddler had totally devastated him. However, she believed he would get over it eventually and return to his normal self. Yet he buried him self in his work, in an attempt to bury his painfulness and caused Fahima to use up drastic action to get her husband tending.

She had joined a local anaesthetic, fair sex 's only, gym and in the 5 long time that had passed she had developed a hot, toned body. She began to break figure hugging hijabs that hid nothing and made her 36DD chest and her perfectly shaped ass stand out more than ever before. In her persuasion she looked like a slightly elder variant of the Bollywood actress Priyanka Chopra.

She did all of this to get her hubby 's attention, while he barely noticed, she was getting unexpected attention from other men. At first she was shocked but slowly she started to enjoy it. Her house and pinnace tits looked even with child on her 5'3 frame and despite being 35 class old Fahima looked at least 10 long time younger. Gym had really helped her keep a tight body, she was an anomaly amongst Pakistani homemaker who at the same age had grown fat and ugly while she looked to be in her choice.

She loved the attention all the men paid her when she was teaching Islamic classes at the local Muslim centre. The men adored her and the women hated her for flaunting her assets and stealing their husband 's gaze, and also for looking a 100 times honorable than them. She realized when non-muslim men paid her wish and admired her openly it excited her. `` I 'm actually getting turned on, '' was something she thought to herself often now.

Soon she was dreaming of being fucked by these kuffars over and over again. The 1st affair she had to do when she woke up in the aurora, nowadays, was proceeds of her crocked step-in. These dreams and fantasies were sustaining her for now, helping quench the hunger for sex, but soon another thought entered her brain, one that would definitely destroy her marriage. She wanted to turn these dreaming of hers into reality.

Fahima sat there her mind in great turmoil. She just could n't cheat on her husband not only was it morally wrong but religiously as well. She could n't go against that but deep down she knew that she had already gone against her religion, by intentionally attracting the attention of other men.

Something within her changed over time, a slutty side had awakened in her, a side that craved attention, one that wanted to be fucked by a big kuffar stopcock. She also realized that a percentage of her was rebelling against, not only faith, but the cultivation that oppressed char told them how to dress, how to look and who to verbalise to. Whilst this was present in all cultures, it was even more so in Pakistani community of interests, it was true that with time these persuasion had changed but not in her family.

Her husband never behaved like a typical Pakistani married man, he did n't put any restriction on her even when the rest of society did. She remembered how hard she had studied for a Law grade at university, set to pursue a career in law and being forced to ease up that up by her parents who then forced her to get married instead. For that she had held a oceanic abyss grievance against her parents and by going against the things they taught her was a way of getting revenge.

She knew that she should be grateful to Allah that she was given a married man like Ali but her wedding was non-existent now, meaning that there was nothing to be grateful for anymore. Other wives would have stuck through it and been fold and she knew that she was a bad wife but a component of her did n't care.

'' Oh, Allah, please forgive me ! '' pleaded Fahima.

The buzzer rang snapping Fahima out of her stupor. She went downstairs with a big unsubtle smile plastered across her boldness. She knew who it was and had been waiting for him all morning.

'' Hello, Donte, '' she smiled as she greeted the big black man at her doorway.

'' Hey, Fahima, how are you you ? '' Donte smiled back weakly.

Fahima could sense something was up. She had known Donte for 6 years now after Ali had hired him, as a handyman, to fix the roof for them. Ali and Donte clicked immediately and had become fast admirer. They joined the same gym and played football ( association football ) together, both of them even supported Arsenal as they were both men from north John Griffith Chaney. Fahima was leery of Donte at first, being from a bourgeois Pakistani back ground meant that she was brought up with an almost racist view of black masses, she was always told to quell clear of them.

Her initial sound judgment of Donte passed as she got to make love him and discovered his favorable and witty side. He too had studied Law at university and he pursued a career in it for awhile but he faced a highly judgmental earth, one that judged him solely on his appearance, people always thought he looked too beastly or thuggish. They formed a alliance quickly calling themselves the 'almost attorney'. They had developed a really close connection and would spend hour after 60 minutes talking about all the dissimilar law policies debating with one another, which always bored her husband. Donte was also married but the couple had never met his wife, and whenever they told Donte to bring her around to their home he would always come up with an excuse. Fahima sensed that Donte 's wife was clearly not fond of the estimate of meeting them.

Without even realizing, Fahima had developed an attractor to this strapping 6'5 of a hulking monster. He towered over her and made her flavor even lowly. She remembered the metre he came rung to help oneself clean up the garden on an extremely hot day. He took his top off revealing his perfectly sculpted black body and

Fahima could not block up herself from staring. Her optic feasted on him taking in every inch, her eyes always lingered on his crotch, because she had heard from one of her Somalian friends that pitch blackness men had big dicks. But she could n't tell if he did or not.

He had noticed her looking at him but he never brought it up, he played it off like a non-incident. In recent calendar month he had taken a keen interest in Mohammedanism and was seriously contemplating converting to the religion. So he had come to Fahima asking her if she would teach him about the religion and teach him the Qu'ran. She agreed to do so and her husband did not object either, infact he was well-chosen that one of his good friends was thinking of converting to a Muslim. Helping non-Muslims find Muslimism is a great honour, but Fahima had other motives for agreeing to these lessons.

She would be capable to spend some solely sentence with Donte without having to worry about her husband being shady. She knew that by doing this she was committing a majuscule sin, essentially using her religion to pass fourth dimension with a man that was not her husband in the hopes of sleeping with him.

Recently she had noticed Donte looking at her with heavy interest she had caught him a few sentence looking at her ass, letting her know that her tight burqa 's were working. She knew that he found her attractive after all he was always showering her with congratulations and, as of late, he just could n't keep his eyes off her. Even when her husband was in the elbow room he would ogle at her. She had noticed him staring at her titty during their lessons, he was paying more tending to her boob than the lessons. She often thought if he was using these lesson like her, to get close to someone without the suspicion of a spouse, but she quickly dismissed it. Unlike her, he was a good man who loved his wife dearly and he always gushed about her.

Fahima concluded that all men free roam with their eye, she had seen Ali do it despite him being a 'devout'Muslim. She so desperately wanted to pee some sort of move on Donte during these past 3 calendar month but she had been struggling with the part of her who still wanted to be a congregation wife and Muslim.

However, today the slutty side was out in full force and she had made up her intellect that today she was going score Donte. fountainhead, that was the program until she saw the sadness in his eyes, she had never seen him so sad before. All those thoughts, for the minute, had been pushed to the side.

'' Are you okay, Donte ? '' Fahima asked with literal business organisation as they sat down on the sofa to start the example.

'' Yeah ... I am, do n't care, '' he replied unconvincingly.

'' No, you 're not, Donte. tell me what 's wrong. Look at me ! '' Fahima demanded, she was getting More and more worried.

Donte looked at Fahima with misty eyes, she could see that he was desperately determined to hold the sluicegate closed. Seeing him like this hurt Fahima deeply. She took his giant Joseph Black manus in hers and squeezed them, hoping that it would help him afford up.

'' I told my wife that I wanted to convert to Islam and become a Muslim. I expected her to be shocked but her chemical reaction was far worse than I ever imagined ... she left me, '' he said barely holding back the crying now.

Fahima stared at him with her mouth agape. She found it hard to conceive that any cleaning woman would leave such a sweet and caring man like Donte, especially when he spoke of her in such in high spirits regard. She did n't have it away what to do so she hugged him, wrapping her weaponry around him tightly.

Instead of thinking about how she should find sorry for him, all Fahima could intend about was the fact that she could experience his cheat body, the one she had been craving for calendar month, against her.

'' I miss her so a lot, Fahima, so much, '' Donte whispered, his voice cracking.

'' Dont worry Donte, I 'll take care of your every want. Soon you 'll forget her. '' Fahima said almost purring as she looked him straight in the eye and placed her hands on his private parts. She had no mind what she was doing

'' Umm ... what are you doing, Fahima ? '' asked Donte, who was yanked from his sorrow by pure shock.

'' Taking care of you, '' Fahima moaned as she placed her mouth on his.

Fahima knew that she had crossed a line ; that she was going against everything she believed in. There was no going back now, and that was perfectly fine with her. The fact that she was taking advantage of Donte when he was in such a country was not lost on her, all she knew was that this was the right time to make up her move. She sensed that Donte was hesitant as he tried to pull away from her kiss, but she did n't let him.

She thought about how badly she wanted him as her clapper penetrated his backtalk, their knife intertwined in a sluggish and passionate dance together. Fahima could sense the ever growing bulge in Donte 's blue jean, it was a sign that he was enjoying it. Any electric resistance he held onto was gone now, which excited Fahima even more. His Brobdingnagian hands were groping her knocker, kneading them. She felt both his manus grip the front man of her burqa. And the adjacent affair she felt was his hand yanking at the material and ripping it apart down the front, completely exposing her breasts. He then pulled her bra off with another heavily tug, which caused her some pain in the ass. Fahima was shocked and excited by the ferocity that Donte was displaying and her cunt was dripping wet. Donte was looking at her fully exposed mammilla, admiring them openly, when she realized no one had ever seen them except her husband. Soon his oral fissure was on her breasts them with an insatiable thirst, his tongue swirling relentlessly around her hardened mammilla.

'' Oh, Alllaahhh, '' moaned Fahima in the throes of ecstasy. She had never felt such pleasure as Donte continued to devour her tits. She could palpate Donte 's cock straining against his blue jean, it felt like it was going to bust out of the jeans.

'' I want to see your cock. '' she said in between moans.

Donte got up from the couch and began to loosen his belted ammunition buckle and, without missing a beat, Fahima got on her knees looking up at Donte with rough hunger in her middle. Soon Donte 's jeans were around his ankles and Fahima could see the precis of his immense black cock, just seeing the scheme of the monster sent a shiver down her spine and made her cunt quiver in anticipation. Donte finally pulled his pugilist down, freeing his big Black person cock of its simplicity.

'' Ouch ! '' screamed Fahima as Donte 's big black pole smacked her on the human face.

'' It 's so big ! '' she said in shock and awe at the big veiny black monster on her fount. She reached out her unexperienced hands and grabbed the massive disastrous cock.

The thing was gigantic. Fahima guessed that his cock must have been nearly twelve column inch long. It was the thickness of the black monster that was truly awe inspiring, it was as big as her wrist maybe even bigger. The head of his bulgy pecker was huge too, and his prick was covered with vauntingly vena that somehow made it search like a powerful pulsating instrument.

'' Suck it ! '' he commanded slapping her with his turncock. It snapped her out of her daze as he grabbed the back of her hijab and pulled her mouth closer to his cock.

Fahima was feeling guilty, her hubby did n't merit a betray married woman like her. Instead of sticking by his side she was about to have her mouth stuffed by a huge grim prick. She hesitated for a heartbeat before she took the immense head in her mouth. It was too big, she was already struggling and she only had the head in her mouth. But she continued to blow the fat head in her mouth and bobbed her capitulum over it. The guilt was still there, eating her up inside, she had barely resisted but Donte 's cock was just too big to fall up.

Fahima opened her rima oris even wider to try and accommodate Sir Thomas More of Donte 's shaft. She enveloped the giant inkiness monolith inch by inch into her mouth, her jaw aching. She finally had the unit cock in her mouth, she felt the head of his turncock hit the dorsum of her throat, causing her to gag and perish. Fahima looked up at Donte to see him smiling at her. Seeing him enjoying this spurred her on even more and she began to absorb his cock like a sex crazed charwoman.

'' Your pecker is so beautiful ... so big ... so black, '' Fahima groaned between planting kisses on it as she gripped his humanness with both manus. She loved running her bridge player up and down along the shaft and feeling the weight of the monster.

Fahima felt Donte 's hands on her hijab while he forced the last few inches of his black demon in to her mouth. He began to pierce his big black cock in and out of her mouth but her lips seemed to resist his back thrusts. She wanted him to stay deep in her mouth as she loved the salty penchant of his tool on her knife. Her nostrils were full of his odour as his pubic hair brushed against her nose. She felt his heavy balls slapping against her Kuki as he thrusted deeper and faster. She could n't trust that she had successfully taken this 12 inch monster into her rima oris. She fought off the urge to gag and continued to take his delicious black dick in her mouth.

'' That 's it, Fahima, take it like a slovenly woman ! '' He bellowed as her sassing foamed with spittle while he continued to pound her mouth with his huge rod.

No one had ever called a slut before, instead of being offended by it it actually turned her on more. She felt his paw grabbing her hair's-breadth through her hijab and pulling her with pure strength. She grabbed his rock hard ass and pushed him even deeper into her pharynx with a renewed vigour despite the fact that her breath was becoming short. She was sure that she could n't go on any long without passing out but still she continued taking his cock in her sass.

'' Fahima, I 'm so close, you slut, so close, hold on taking it like a good trivial Moslem lady of pleasure ! '' Donte shouted at her as she felt his prick swelling.

Once again, instead of being offended by Donte 's comments she felt her twat spasm in delectation. Apparently she loved getting degraded and had no idea until now. She knew that she was too far gone now. She would never be capable to go back to being the woman she was.

'' OH screw, Here IT COMESSS ! ! '' howled Donte finally releasing his burden.

Not only did the force out of his interjection snap Fahima out of her train of thought, but it stung like Scheol, and her mouth filled before she had time to react. Fahima began to gag and clap the cock out of her mouth, receiving a spurt of cum before she began coughing out semen when her mouth began to overflow. She was completely drenched by his cum it was on her hijab, face, eyes and olfactory organ. Donte then deposited one final consignment in her mouth which she swallowed like a thirsty slattern.

'' How was that ? '' Fahima asked in a coy spirit as she wiped the cum from her middle and rubbing his shaft on her face.

'' The best I 've ever had. Who knew you were such a great tool chump, but that 's not what you want to hear is it ? You want to know if you 're better than my married woman. '' He replied laughing.

'' Yes, that 's all I want to know, '' she nodded as she stuck her tongue out to lick the head of his cock.

'' How about I return the favour first and then answer that interrogative, '' he said as he picked her up and placed her on the lounge. While lifting her burqa she spread her legs surface in prediction of what was coming. Donte stopped her manpower.

'' Leave it on, it will process as a reminder to you of what a Muslim slut you are. Oh look, you like being called a Muslim slut, look how wet your cunt is getting. You want this black cock in your cockeyed small Moslem puss do n't you, '' he taunted her laughing.

Fahima felt a footling guilty and shy. Guilty because there was man who was not her hubby looking at her naked consistency. A few hours ago the lonesome man to make seen her completely naked was her husband. Now here she was completely naked in social movement of this giant black man who was feasting upon her consistence with his eye. She realized that she had not taken of her cum drenched hijab, as she put her hand on the clip to take it off she felt Donte 's bridge player on hers.

'' Yes ! Yes I do ! '' was all she could manage to get out before Donte buried his face in to her wet and dripping cunt.

Fahima felt him licking the folding of her pussy, her body felt like it was on fire. Her body began to thresh about as she felt a powerful orgasm coming. He had barely begun and she was already coming.

'' OH FUCKKKK I 'M CUMINGGGGG ! '' she roared realizing that this was the first time she had sworn out garish since she was teenager. She had always been reprimanded and told it was not flop for a Muslim miss to swear.

Yet here she was having the in force coming of her life-time, with a smuggled man between her stage, attacking her slit and she was swearing out loud with out any care.

Donte lapped up her pussy juices like a man who was dehydrated and needed liquidness desperately. She felt him osculate her pussycat lip gently before, once again, thrusting his tongue deep in her bitch. His head bobbed up and down aggressively as he continued to brutally dishonour her cunt with his spit.

'' Oh, Allahhhhhh ! ! '' she moaned, every button forward sent shockwaves of exhilaration through her body.

'' Oh, ohhhhhh Donte ... Fuckkkkk ! ! '' She continued to puff like the wanton slut she was as Donte began to swirl his tongue around inside her twat.

Thrusting it inside and out, she did n't know how he found her most sensitive spots but every prison term he hit one of those spots her dead body shook violently and she began to cum. She lost count of the times she had already cum and just when she thought she could n't anymore he would hit another spot.

'' Oh, oh, ooooooooooooooooh, yeaaaaaaaaaaah, '' she squealed in joy as she had her biggest orgasm yet.

Donte finally stopped his ravishment on her twat and gave her a few minutes to recuperate before he picked her up in his potent arms and took her out of the living elbow room. She did n't need to ask him where he was taking her because she knew already as he began to walk up the steps. He walked into the chamber and placed Fahima on the bed. It dawned on her that she was about to be fucked by a big fatal cock in the Lapplander bed she shared with her husband. She lay there gear up with her legs spacious open ready to welcome this man deep into her.

She no longer felt guilt, all she felt was deep lust. She was a bad wife, a severe Muslim, her husband deserved salutary. All she deserved right now was to be fucked like the loose woman she was. Donte opened her legs all-inclusive and placed her feet on his shoulders and pressed the straits of his rooster against the entrance of her cunt.

'' Do you want this cock in your tight little Moslem cunt ? '' Donte said as he teased her by rubbing the tip of his cock along her cunt.

'' Yes. I want your stopcock, please bed me ! '' she pleaded as she reached between her legs and stroked his cock slowly.

'' Are you sure ? I know for a fact that your compressed picayune pussy has never had anything this big. I will stretch you to your limit and it 's going to hurt, '' Donte said teasing her even more.

'' I do n't handle. Just fuck me, please ! '' she begged realizing that she was giving her self over completely.

She spread her legs even wider with readiness, excitement and fear at the colossus tool that was poking at her entry. Donte simply grinned before he slammed his big black colossus deep in to her snatch.

'' Ya, Allahhhhhhh, MERI PHUDI KO DARD ARE HAI ! ! '' Fahima screamed in Urdu as the Negroid freak stretched her pussy spacious as it impaled her inch by inch.

'' You 're so big ! '' she moaned while he pushed in another inch of his shaft in to her slutty footling Pakistani bitch.

'' Oh baby, I 'm not even half way in. You 're so damn squiffy, your husband must be really small, '' he laughed mocking her hubby. She did n't reply but knew her silence spoke volumes.

'' Oh fuckkk ... so blockheaded, '' she mumbled.

'' You like that do you, my minuscule hijabi hussy, '' Donte thrust in deeper, coating his blackened cock in her juices making it glisten.

'' Oh Allah, I 'm gon na ... '' she began to say as felt an explosion building up inside her.

'' Go ahead. Cum, my hijabi hussy. Cum all over stopcock ! '' he commanded her.

'' OH shtup ! OH FUCK ! OH FUCKKK ! '' she moaned, repeating the Scripture with each intemperate and penetrating drive. Fahima thrashed wildly under the brawny lightlessness man, cumming hard.

'' We 're just over half way there, my hijabi slut, if you 're cumming this toilsome now ... '' he trailed off as his cock sunk deeper into Fahima 's greedy cunt.

Fahima had never felt so total in her lifetime. She felt her pussy being stretched to its breaking spot and that turned her on even more. Donte had taken her legs off his shoulder and made her wrap them around his body. He was now looking deeply into her heart as he began to up the swiftness of his thrusts, ramming in and out of her slopped twat like a piston. She tightened her legs around him, pulling him in even thick. She howled in botheration as she felt the big melanize monster hit her cervix, she had never had something rammed in to her so deep. Despite the excruciating pain in the neck she kept grinding her hips against him, the feeling of his giant balls against her ass confirmed to her that she had somehow fit the 12 inch black rod inside her. She moved her body against his, the pain was quickly fading as another huge orgasm hit her.

She just could n't trust how deep he was in her and the orgasm she was experiencing was the fully grown one yet, almost causing her to black-market out, but Donte did n't let up in his relentless pounding of her cunt. She kept screaming uncontrollably as her coming continued, his ball continued slapping against her ass rhythmically and she met each of his thrusts with one of her own, to meet him in the middle. All of a sudden Donte stopped moving and pulled out his big putz entirely making her look completely empty.

'' Wh ... Why did you pull out ? '' she cooed still dazed from her countless sexual climax.

'' Because I 'm a cruel bastard and I want to get a line you beg for my cock. ``

'' Please, I need you to put it back in, '' she said weakly.

'' You know that is n't good enough. No motive to be shy, '' he replied stroking his tool.

'' Please ... Donte, '' she paused before continuing on, `` delight have a go at it me with your big, opprobrious cock ! ``

'' Now that 's more like it, my little hijabi slut, '' he said as he rammed his rooster back in to her. She came again from the sudden insight. `` Now I want to hear you beg for my cum. I know you want me to fill up this married, little Muslim cunt with my cum. You need rich cum deep in your womb ! '' he said.

Caught off safety device, her eyes widened in cushion. His comment meant that he knew about the Ali 's job. `` That 's right I know, '' he said as he rammed his cock in and out faster.

'' Now beg, my hijabi hussy ! '' he roared.

'' YES ! ! FILL MY MUSLIM twat WITH YOUR HOT Negro CUMMM ! ! '' she screamed, her pussy tightening and clutching his Brobdingnagian putz, her succus foaming around him with another orgasm.

'' Cum deep inside of me ! '' she screamed not caring who heard her. `` Fuck me ... fuck me ... hump me ! ``

Donte had increased the velocity of his thrusts inside of her, which continued to send ripple through her torso. Fahima looked in to his optic and saw an animal saturation. The desire to fuck her brainpower out was etched all over his face. She kissed him because Donte was the man she needed, the one she always wanted. She felt like a true woman, taking her female needs from a tangible man. She felt emancipate, free of the hamper that had restricted her before. Donte was grunting heavily now, she could feel his putz swelling up inside of her.

'' Oh, yessss child ! ! Cum for me ! ! Please ! '' she cried.

'' Oh shit ! Here it comes ! '' he groaned.

'' Yes child, cum for me, '' she repeated. `` contribute me your seed. I WANT IT ! I NEED IT ! ``

As if on cue Donte groaned and buried his prick deep in her womb and began to barrage her snatch with his sperm. He spewed load after load of his seeded player deep into her. Fahima could feel his cock vibrating inside her, and it sent a thrill up her spikelet. Soon her cunt was over flowing with his hot cum.

'' I love it ! '' she said.

Donte was not finished he pulled out of her and burn out one last one of cum all over her fount and hijab. `` My hijabi cum slut, '' he said as he rubbed his shaft in her nerve.

The smell of his cum filled the room. The persuasion that Donte 's sperm was swimming interior of her and the fact that it could possible stimulate her pregnant excited her.

'' I love feeling your cum in my cunt, baby. ``

'' You 'll feel it in your ass tomorrow, '' he said as he teased her cocksucker with his finger.

'' Oh really, I ca n't expect. I 've never been fucked in the ass before, '' she said as she stroked his cock.

'' Oh child, you 're gon na love it, '' he said.

They both got up from the bed, Donte helped Fahima make clean up the house so all evidence of their sexual tryst was gone. After they were done Donte told her it was best he left. He told her to meet him at his position tomorrow.

'' Wear your a red hijab, you look good in that. I do n't want you wearing anything under your burka either. No underwear. And bring a spare hijab just in eccentric, '' he ordered her.

'' Yes, master, '' she found herself saying, finding that she had completely given herself to Donte.

He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her in for a deep kiss, she could sense his big disastrous cock against her and she wanted him to take her right hand then and there in the hall. He pulled away from her and she moaned in disappointment.

'' postponement ! You did n't say me if I was better than your wife, '' she reminded as he opened the door.

'' I do n't hump, I do n't suffer a wife, never did. Do n't be so ball over, how else was I going to get close to you. Your husband thought the fact that I was married meant that I would n't even cerebrate of banging his married woman, after he flaunted your nude pictures. Oh yes, that 's right hand you do n't screw how me and your married man met, do you ? We met at a pub, yes, and your pious Muslim hubby drinks. He was really inebriate, we got chatting and he showed me some very endearing photo of you. I knew then I needed taste that tabu Muslim snatch of yours. Its mine now, you 're my hijabi cum slut now. Be on time tomorrow, '' he said then he kissed her and walked out the room access.

Fahima stood there dumbfounded, reeling from the thunderclap. She had played right in to his hands. She was his completely.

To be continued ( ? )