Khadijah Suleiman was struggling with her faith ever since her divorce 2 years ago. She had stopped going to the mosque as she felt god had abandoned her when she needed him most. She was always a dutiful wife and put her husband’s needs above her own.
Khadijah always dressed modestly and she would wear the hijab to keep her modesty. But at the age of 43 after devoting most of her adult life to her husband he left her for his teenage secretary. It sickened Khadijah that her husband was able to behave in such a vile way but still act so piously at the mosque. It disgusted her more that the congregation despite knowing his sins accepted him. There was a ‘boys will be boys’ attitude towards her husband’s affair and it made her so angry. For years she had put up with the lame sex, she had been cursed with a high sex drive but her husband could not keep up and she would use her hands or toys she had acquired over the years to bring her relief when her husband was at work.
She was always loyal to her husband and despite her curse she maintained a devotion to her religion and her husband. It was only in moments that her mind and body left her with no option but to release that tension. She was active in the mosque and would often organise the local charity drives. But her relationship with the mosque changed when her husband’s infidelity came to light. She felt like she had been betrayed not only by her husband but also the mosque. Which wasn’t surprising as it was mainly run by Pakistani men, who had always been uncomfortable with her having a leadership position within the community.
Her husband married his young secretary within 3 months of their divorce and she soon gave birth. This hurt Khadijah even more as she was childless but her husband was having an affair with another woman and got her pregnant.
She would hear the worst things at the mosque that he left her because she was barren. She never fulfilled her wifely duties meaning that she never wanted sex. This made Khadijah angrier than anything and only if these old women and men knew how much she wanted sex. She was shunned as effectively damaged goods by the community. It was when her ex-husband and new wife began attending the mosque that was the last straw for her. She decided to stop attending the mosque as she could not deal with the hypocrisy of the people.
Since that day she found herself becoming more and more reclusive. Her friends from the mosque stopped coming after a while and she found herself extremely lonely. As she grew distant from her religion and society she found herself sinking deeper in to fulfilling her carnal desires. She was fond of dildos and vibrators, as she had acquired a few secretly over the years. She loved fucking herself with a dildo whilst using a vibrator on her nipples. She found herself indulging these acts more and more.
She would spend hours reading erotica and slowly teasing her clit. She would keep herself on the brink of orgasm as she read story after story. She would often start on a romantic story but as her arousal built she would read more depraved stories including interracial, non-consent and BDSM stories. She would always come to the idea of being tied and used. She loved the powerlessness of being a fuck toy for a man. It stemmed from an incident in her past, when she was young and before her marriage.
She was going home from university and was abroad a crowded and cramped train, there was barely any space. She felt a large hand on her abaya covered ass, at first she just brushed it off as an accident, but the hand started to grope her ass firmly. She felt the man’s other hand travel up the front of her body and grope her tits through the material. She remembered being shocked; she couldn’t speak or do anything. She remembered enjoying that feeling. Moaning softly as the man played with her body whilst she was powerless to do something. She remembered the man telling her that he would get off in two stops and for her to follow him. He then turned her face towards him, he was an older white man, and he brought his lips to hers and kissed her. And then he got off after two stops, except she didn’t follow, fear and the way she was raised prevented her.
Now she often imagined what would have happened if she had followed the man. As she found herself more cut off from the real world she found herself indulging these depraved fantasies even more. Her choice of toys has become even naughtier and she even bought handcuffs as she played with the idea of being restrained. She also began to wear slutty string thongs and small lacy bras that barely held up her 36EE’s. She liked feeling sexy at all times underneath her conservative Islamic clothes and hijab.
If she ever had a visitor she would make sure that everything was hidden away in a room where she kept all her perverted items but visitors were more infrequent now as she had spent most of her life in the mosque but they now saw her as a damaged woman. The few women she stayed in touch with rarely visited and when they did speak to her they did with such condescending pity that she hated being in their company.
She found herself being more and more cut off that her only real interaction now came at the supermarket and the building maintenance manager that visited once a month.
George Jones at the age of 67, found himself taking a job as the maintenance manager despite having enough money to retire he simply hated the idea of staying alone in his apartment with nothing to do. The job kept him busy and he enjoyed meeting the other residents.
George would meet Khadijah once a month to survey the apartment and fix any repairs or problems. Khadijah kept the apartment clean and it had a homely feel but George could not help but notice a smell that lingered in the air. George had been widowed for 5 years now and it had been even longer since he smelt a woman but he was certain that this was the smell of a woman. He knew Khadijah was a single woman and seemed to be a religious type so he always thought he was mistaken.
One day curiosity got the better of him. On his monthly visit Khadijah had complained that her conditioning did not seem to be working. George had promised to perform a service to get it working at full capacity. It was a hot summer and he did not want the apartment turning into a sweat box.
The smell would not escape George’s senses and as he serviced the air conditioning in each room he slid a small undetectable camera in the air conditioning. Khadijah thanked him for fixing the air conditioning and promised to show her appreciation.
George eagerly got back to his apartment as he watched Khadijah through the various cameras. Khadijah went through her normal day as she resolved herself that she would not succumb to her sinful desires today. George simply continued to watch as Khadijah called her mother and spoke in her native tongue. There was something about hearing her speak in a foreign tongue that really turned on George. He began to feel a growing obsession over this hijabi. Later in the evening Khadijah began to relax into some loungewear and removed her hijab.
George had spent hours watching her do the smallest things almost forgetting his own life. He was eating his dinner which was canned soup as he watched Khadijah remove her hijab and shake her hair out. He felt a growing obsession come over him as he continued to watch. Khadijah enjoyed a beautiful cooked meal and brought out her laptop.
She removed her pyjamas to reveal the sluttiest underwear set George had ever seen. She looked practically obscene. Her humongous tits were spilling out of the tiny bra and her thong did nothing to cover her cunt. George was stroking his big cock as he watched Khadijah get into bed.
Khadijah was feeling so horny, which was a common feeling for her these days, especially at night. She had tried to keep her resolve and even called her mother to try and distract her but it was no use. She was too horny.
She had always fantasized about taking a white man as a lover, stemming from her past experience and every time George visited that fantasy seemed to be at the forefront of her mind. She did not know why. He was fat and old; he had a harmless charm that she found cute. Or maybe it was because he was the only man she had seen in so long.
She went straight to the interracial section for erotica. She was only interested in stories of brown women getting used by white men. She pulled her breasts out of her bra as she began to slowly tease her nipples as she enjoyed story after story of a brown woman getting fucked by a big white cock. She would never do something like this in real life but she liked the fantasy.
She was 45 and her best years were behind her. She had put on some weight since her divorce and she was content with losing herself to this online world of fantasy. She brought out a small vibrator which she placed against her clit under her thong.
She had it on a low setting as she enjoyed the sensations while continuing to read more depraved stories. She enjoyed stories of Muslim women committing blasphemy while being fucked by an infidel lover. There was just something about the blasphemy that really turned her on. She tried to find non-consent stories of white men and brown Muslim women but very few writers would attempt this.
George could not believe what a horny slut Khadijah was. She had been on her laptop for more than 4 hours as she kept herself on the brink of orgasm. He had been edging himself as he tried to hold off until she was ready to cum. He so desperately wanted to fuck her.
She put her laptop to the side and he saw that she had been reading erotic stories. She slid her thong down to her knees and began to pull out a dildo from her drawer. George had a giggle at the size as it was only a 7 inch dildo. He thought she would enjoy his large 10 inch cock if he ever got the chance but how would he ever get the chance. He could not reconcile the slut he saw on screen with the pious lady he encountered every month.
Khadijah impaled herself with the large dildo. It was bigger than her husband’s and she loved the feeling of a big cock inside of her. She fucked herself furiously with the dildo as she had worked herself into such a horny state from reading all the erotica. She finally climaxed as she clutched the bed sheets and threw her head back.
“Oh fuck me George.” She muttered to herself.
George thought he had heard his name but it had been a long night and he was so worked up he thought it must because of his horny state. George watched Khadijah every day and night as his obsession grew. On his next visit George stayed a little longer than usual doing odd jobs around the apartment for Khadijah. Khadijah wanted George to look at the water pressure in the shower. As he was in the bathroom he noticed that the laundry hamper was within reach. Khadijah went to make him a coffee as George wasted no time in pocketing a dirty pink thong from the basket.
He fixed the water pressure for Khadijah and he liked how grateful she was.
“You are such a kind and helpful man, Mr. George.” She said as he gathered his things.
“It is just George and I am happy to help the most beautiful tenant in the building.” George said as he began to see Khadijah in a different light. He wanted to now work an angle to see the slut within her.
“Oh. George. You liar.” She said as she tried to brush his comment away.
“I don’t need to lie. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and it just makes me wonder what is under…well I think I better not say.” He said letting her mind wonder what he was going to say.
Khadijah could not get his words out of her mind. She could not remember the last time she had heard someone give her a compliment like that. That night she could not stop thinking about George and what he what he meant by “it just makes me wonder what is under…” what did he mean? He could only mean under her hijab or did he mean under her clothes? Would he appreciate the slutty underwear she was wearing?
That night Khadijah brought out her 6 inch vibrating dildo. She was rubbing it along her slit as she read interracial stories about white men and Muslim sluts. She slid the vibrating dildo inside her as she felt an urgent desire, one that had to be quenched. When she initially entered the dildo inside of her it was in the lowest setting but that was not enough to get her off. So she switched up through the gears until it was at full power as she fucked herself with the dildo. The laptop fell to the side as she was lost to the sexual feelings.
“Fuck me. Fuck this beautiful girl. Beautiful girl. Oh look at me. Look under my hijab. Oh fuck me, George!!” Khadijah moaned as she felt the most powerful orgasm. Little did she know that George was watching her and licking her dirty thong as fisted his cock to her.
George waited another month to see her. He hated having to wait this long but he wanted to plan his move carefully. The next time he was over she did not have much work but George just enjoyed a coffee with her. They were just discussing books and Khadijah said she loved romance novels. George knew her real interest was in erotica but he played along with her.
“I have recently bought a new book but I am a terrible reader. It is a romance novel and you may enjoy it. If I brought it around next week, would you want to read it together?” George asked innocently.
Khadijah had to admit she liked his company and she had even begun to consider him a friend. Khadijah went to clean her cup as George finished his. She was at the sink when George approached her from behind and handed her the cup.
As his arm came around her she felt him pressed against her from behind. She could feel his erection against her ass and without thinking she pushed her ass back against his cock. He pressed his arm against her heavy tits before she took the cup. And he moved away. She leaned a little against the sink for support as she found herself breathing heavy. Her mind flashing back to all those years ago. She did not know what had come over her as her fantasy world spilled over into the real world for a moment.
George gathered his things and made his way to the door. Khadijah somehow managed to calm herself a little and went to the door to see him out.
“I will see you tomorrow for our little reading club,” she said as George left.
“Yes. I am excited. I am lucky to have such a beautiful reading partner.” George commented.
“Oh George. Please stop.” Khadijah said.
“I mean it. You are so beautiful and dare I say it, so sexy. I mean look at that body. What I would do…I am sorry. I will see you next week.” George finished before leaving, he knew that his compliments were having an effect on her after all he had seen the proof.
As soon as George left Khadijah closed the door and turned around leaning back against it. She tore off her abaya revealing her bra and thong underneath. She slid her thong to the side and inserted two fingers inside as she began to finger herself furiously. She was moaning so loudly.
“Fuck this sexy girl. Fuck her. Oh George, what would you do? Oh fuck me you big dick infidel.” She moaned as she felt herself cum in a shuddering orgasm.
As she came to her senses she panicked thinking her neighbors heard but when she checked her peephole no one was outside to her relief. George had hurried back to his apartment but the camera angle did not cover the door and he cursed himself. But he had heard what she said and he liked that she had just cum to the thought of him.
That week George visited an adult bookstore. He picked out a very explicit porn novel. On the surface it seemed like a 50 Shades type of story but it promised some extremely explicit sex scenes. George took the book to their reading club and Khadijah welcomed him.
“You have such a beautiful smile. I like seeing you happy,” commented George as soon as he entered.
“I am excited about our club,” Khadijah said enjoying his compliment. Trying her best to hide the fact that she was blushing.
“Me too. I am hoping it helps with my reading as I have not always been the brightest.” George said.
“I will help you. We will read together.” Khadijah said as George brought out the book. The book started off innocent enough. George read the first few pages and the Khadijah read a few pages.
Mid way through the reading George said he needed to use the bathroom. He had planned this as he wanted to steal another of Khadijah’s thongs. He made his way to the bathroom where he pocketed a purple thong when a thought occurred to him. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock.
He was almost fully erect as being around Khadijah always made him hard. He entered the room acting as though he had forgotten to put it away. Khadijah’s eyes were immediately drawn to it and she could not take her eyes off it. Her eyes were wide like never before and her breathing became heavy. She could not believe that she was staring at his huge cock and that it was out in the open. George sat down as though there was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Sorry about that. Shall we continue reading?” Asked George.
“Uhm. George. You have…Your…coc…your thing..it’s..” Khadijah said as she pointed to George’s cock. George looked down and acted embarrassed and shocked as he began to tuck his large cock away.
“I am sorry, old age can make you forget the most basic of things.” He replied playing up the whole old helpless man act. Khadijah felt a little bad for him, he was clearly starting to forget things. But Khadijah was so lost in her mind and what she had seen that she didn’t question whether it was really an innocent mistake or not as George took over the reading. Her eyes kept glancing at his large crotch as she visualized the big cock she had seen moments ago. The image was burned in to her mind, and she wanted to see it again. Part of her was cursing at her, telling her to get a grip, but she ignored that part of her.
George began reading about the lead character being fucked in a graphic manner as Khadijah struggled to contain her feelings. She continued to nod along as her body burned up and she could feel her sensitive nipples rub against the inside of the lace bra. She began to squeeze her legs together as she became even hornier. She was biting her lips as the story only became hotter and more detailed. She sneaked her hand between her legs as she kept the pressure on her clit. She bit her lip harder as she struggled to contain her moans. George finished the chapter and closed the book.
“I don’t know about you but I am feeling pretty hot after that. I hope you are not wearing much under there. Same time next week?” George asked as he began to take more risks with his comments.
Khadijah was unable to speak as she simply nodded. She walked George to the door but as he passed her to leave she brushed her hand against his crotch. She did not know what was coming over but the sight of his cock was making her lose control. As he left she leaned against the door as she tried to gather her thoughts. She needed to take care of her needs and in an almost zombie like trance she walked to her bedroom as she began to strip of her clothes.
She found her biggest dildo which was around 7 inches but it was nowhere near what she saw on George. She was naked as she got on the bed and furiously fucked her wanton cunt. She was hungry for a real cock but this would have to do to satisfy her needs for now.
She stuck the dildo against the headboard as it had a suction cup at the bottom. She began to position herself in the doggy position as she rode the dildo like a bitch in heat. She could not deny what she really was.
She began to pick up a rhythm of fucking the dildo faster and faster as she heard the sounds of her juices against the dildo fill the room.
“Fuck me you big dick infidel bastard. Oh George you fat ugly infidel fuck my horny Muslim cunt!!” She moaned as she found herself getting ever more turned on by the idea of forbidden acts with a white infidel cock.
Graham watched on as he sniffed the fresh pair of panties. He could smell her ass on this one and it was strong. He thought about how deep it was wedged between her cheeks. He was stroking his cock to the rhythm of her fucking. He so desperately wished he was that dildo but he would have to wait until he is next visit to get into her heavenly cunt.
The next week takes an eternity to come around but it finally does. George had been looking forward to it for the longest time and even Khadijah waited anxiously for him. She did not know if it was the company or the sight of the cock she missed more. At the next meeting they casually talk over coffee as they talk about their week. Khadijah forgets the sexual tension and remembers that she always enjoyed George’s company.
George asks about the reading and Khadijah offers to start. The next chapter starts off with a steamy encounter where a woman ends up being fucked doggy style and it immediately brings Khadijah’s mind back to last week and the way she fucked the dildo.
The book is so explicit for a romance novel and it reminds her of the erotica she reads at night. She thinks about stopping and changing books but she feels so naughty reading this with George. She likes the idea of being sexual in the real world and not just her bedroom.
George is drinking his coffee as Khadijah continues to read. The temperature is getting hotter in the room and Khadijah lifts her leg over to cross her legs as she feels the tension in her cunt but she inadvertently shakes the table. This startles George and he drops the coffee on his pants.
“Ya Allah! George I am sorry, let me get a cloth, “Khadijah apologizes for startling him and brings over a cloth to clean it. As she dabs she clears to spillage but continues to dab over his hard cock and bulge. The story is clearly having the same effect on him. She is a little lost to this and keeps touching his cock despite their being no need.
“You need to take them off so I can wash them,” Khadijah says as she can still feel the dampness on the trousers. George acts reluctant despite him deliberately spilling his cup but he stands up in front of her, removes the trousers and hands them to him.
Khadijah keeps glancing at his boxers as his big white cock is now more visible just under the boxers, thanks to the coffee spilling through it. Khadijah bites her lip as she thinks of the big white cock that occupies her fantasies.
“Would you mind dabbing my boxers too please,” George asks in an innocent tone as he looks down at Khadijah whose face is inches away from his bulge.
“Of course,” Khadijah mutters in a quiet voice as she looks up at him with her large doe eyes. As she starts dabbing the boxers, her touch lingering longer than it needs to as gets a good feel of the cock. His boxers look like they are struggling to contain his monstrous white cock. George tells her to stop as he thinks the boxers are okay now. In reality he told her to stop because he did not think he could not control himself
George picks up the reading and crosses his leg as his bulge becomes more obvious. Khadijah bites her lip as she feels that sexual tension intensify. She keeps staring at his exposed bulge, as she barely pays attention to the story of the book, until it is her turn to read.
The story begins to tone down the sexual scenes and this is almost relief to Khadijah as she does not have to think of sex. There is a chapter where one of the female characters discusses her undergarments.
George closes the book and comments, “Sometimes I wonder if you are as conservative under your clothes as you appear in person.” George comments and Khadijah is gob smacked for a moment but before she can respond George continues reading.
George knows what a slut she is under her pious facade and he wants to test her boundaries. Will she let him into her sexual world?
Khadijah for a moment thinks about how shocked George would be to discover what a slut she was under these pious clothes. How hard his cock would get. Would it tear through the boxers? She licked her lips as she watched his cock in his boxers. The rest of the chapter is slow and seems to be building to another sexual plot point. The session ends and George packs up the book to leave after putting back on his now dry trousers. Khadijah is still thinking about George’s comments. She so desperately wants to flirt with him and tease him about what she is wearing but her prudish public persona stops her.
She says goodbye to George but as soon as the door closes she takes off her abaya and walks straight into her bedroom. She is in a trance like state as she grabs her dildo and sticks it on the headboard. She is wearing a lace see through bra and a small lace thong.
She pulls the lace thong out of her fat ass and to the side. She does not want take her underwear off today. She begins to bounce against the cock as she imagines George taking her doggy style.
“This is what I wear. Watch me. Watch what a slut I am. Does it make you hard? Do you want to fuck my cunt? You big infidel bastard!” She screams out passionately as she imagines being fucked by big George. She was so horny today that it did not take long for her to climax over the bed. A deluge of fluids soaking her thong and the bed. She collapses on the bed feeling drained. She was losing control of her senses. The sexual nature of the book and the fact that she now knew what George was hiding under his trousers was driving her crazy.
All week she thought about George and the sexual tension between them. She definitely felt it but she did not know if he would be interested in her. His choice in book showed that he was really sexually adventurous but her image was that of a pious and prude Muslim woman. He would never know what she was like underneath the conservative abaya and hijab. She had also put on a lot of weight since her divorce and this affected her confidence.
The next week she wanted to wear something a little more relaxed and even daring, well for her. She had a figure hugging abaya. It was a few sizes too small for her and hugged her curves like nothing else she owned.
The day had finally come so she wore it and could feel George’s eyes on her instantly the moment she opened the door. She had a glance at his crotch and there was already a tent, his cock was trying to burst out of his pants. She turned and smiled to herself liking the reaction she had on George. She was wearing a black quarter cup bra and thong set underneath her clothes. The bra did not do much to contain her breasts and her erect nipples were visible through her tight fitting abaya. George began reading and the next chapter was much steamier. The abaya was really tight and Khadijah felt the struggle it faced containing her luscious body. George had bought her a cake to say thank you for helping him with his reading.
“Aww. That is so sweet of you George but I must watch what I eat now.” Khadijah said.
“Don’t be silly. You look divine and I would worship every part of your body if I could.” George said as his eyes followed her body from head to toe. He did not bother hiding the fact that he was drinking in every inch of her body.
Khadijah felt something run through her body as he viewed her body with such obvious lust. She had to keep her composure and keep calm, but it was extremely difficult to do so. The abaya was so tight and Khadijah could not help but try and keep her movements to as minimal as possible.
George handed her the book but it somehow fell out of her hands on to the floor. She quickly bent over to pick it up but in the process her abaya split and she flashed George her black thong. The sound of her abaya ripping seemed to echo around the room, only made louder by how quiet both of them were. Her cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment as she quickly rushed to her bedroom to change.
Khadijah’s heart beat was going at 100 miles per hour and her breathing was erratic as she could not believe what had happened. She stripped out of her torn abaya and put on a fresh looser one. She tried to calm down and for a moment wondered if she had time to fuck her dildo but she did not. She finally calmed her breathing and returned to George in the other room. He was waiting patiently for Khadijah.
“How are you?” Asked George with concern.
“I am sorry for the dress, it was so embarrassing. The Dress was old and I am no longer able fit in such clothes. My body is no longer what it used to be, I am just a fat ugly woman now,” She said a little embarrassed, her self confidence had definitely taken a hit.
“What are you talking about, your body is perfect like this. To be honest I was impressed.” Said George.
“Impressed by what?” Queried Khadijah.
“Your choice of underwear. A thong is definitely not conservative,” said George with a sly grin. Khadijah’s hand went over thong instinctively even though it was already covered.
“That is wrong. Don’t say that.” Said Khadijah even though she liked knowing he enjoyed her choice of thong.
“It is not wrong to be a sexual being. Your ass is magnificent and needs suitable covering. and if I am honest it just made me think what was covering those magnificent tits.” George asked rather crudely. Khadijah could not help but feel excited about the way he talked about her body.
“Wrong. Just wrong.” Was all Khadijah could say as she thought about him watching her naked body in just her slutty underwear. Her words were robotic, and it was obvious that she did not mean them.
“I wish I could see your body in just your underwear. I can only imagine what bra you are wearing. Or maybe it is a boring conservative cotton bra.” Remarked George.
His remark annoyed Khadijah. Who was he to presume she wore a boring bra? Her choice in thong should have given him a clue what interested her.
“Ok. Fine. Then guess.” Said Khadijah rather abruptly, her tone had changed from the demure one she had moments ago.
“Guess what?” Asked George pretending to be clueless.
“My bra. Guess then if you think you know me so well. If you are right I will show you what I am wearing over these ‘magnificent tits, ” She said as the frustration was evident in her voice, as was the fact that she was challenging George. She didn’t know that George had been watching her all morning and knew exactly what she was wearing.
“A quarter cup black bra with a lace trim,” George answered confidently and Khadijah’s eyes went wide in surprise. “How did you know?” asked Khadijah, her mouth agape with shock.
“So that means I’m right?” George responded despite knowing how accurate he was.
“Yes.” Khadijah answered a little in disbelief.
“You know what this means.” Said George trying his best to contain his giddiness.
“No. I am sorry. I cannot. Not this. I am sorry.” Said Khadijah, reverting to her pious and religious self. Her base setting. Just like that time all those years ago in the train she was too afraid to take the next step.
George now felt a sense of entitlement and got up from his seat and walked over to Khadijah, he knew she needed a little push to get her going, that she would not be able to take the first step on her own. She stood up to walk away.
“A bet is a bet,” was all he said before he grabbed the abaya from the buttons holding it together and tore it apart. In a moment she was completely naked before this infidel. She should have felt shame but in truth she felt excitement. She covered herself with her hands but George pulled them apart and devoured her body with his eyes.
“You are one hot little bitch underneath those ugly Islamic dresses.” He said before turning and heading to the door.
“I better leave before I do something that I might regret.” George said as he left through the door.
Khadijah looked on shock as she felt her body tremble. She began to finger herself on the spot as she muttered. When he had ripped her abaya apart she was so sure about what would come next, and him walking away was not one of them. She felt a pang of disappointment as he closed the door behind him. She raced to her room and lay back down on her bed. Her fingers instantly found themselves between her thighs.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck this hot little bitch. Don’t regret it. Just fuck me. You infidel bastard.” She was horny and lost to her lust. She came multiple times on the spot he had left her. Unable to move for some time.
She finally came to her senses and went to shower where she masturbated again. Every day for the next week she masturbated each night as she thought about George stripping her abaya off but it did nothing to calm her sexual desires. If anything she felt she was hornier the next day. She was in a constant state of arousal. Every morning she woke up in a completely soaked pair of panties. She masturbated 3 times a day but she still felt as horny as ever. On the day of their next session she wondered if George would still come after their last session ended so abruptly.
She thought so long about what to wear. She picked up a peephole bra and peephole thong. She was feeling kinky and wanted to dress that way under her abaya. She looked at her abaya and for some reason the idea of wearing it did not seem appropriate for what she had planned. She left her hijab and abaya on the bed. She let her hair flow down past her shoulders. She had long flowing hair when she let it breathe. It went to mid back and she always found it be one of her most attractive features. She picked up a long robe to cover herself. She spent time styling her hair and even applied lipstick and mascara. She was never the type who used make up all that much but she wanted to look good for George today.
She needed George to satisfy the horny desires within her. George knocked on the door and she was a little startled. She set the final touches to her make up and went to open the door.
“Damn! You look so sexy and beautiful,” George said as he had a sharp intake of breath. Khadijah felt immediately flattered and emboldened by her choices. Especially when she felt George run his hands through her hair. She was not meant to be in a hijab less state in front of any man that was not related to her by blood nor was her husband. George was neither, so this was a huge step for her. One that excited to no end, she thought George would put his hand on the back of her head and pull her in for a kiss. So she was a little disappointed when he did not do that. Khadijah went to the kitchen and made some snacks and coffee as was her normal ritual when ever George came over.
George came over to help her. The kitchen was a tight area and as he went past her to pick up the coffee he brushed against her ass with his crotch. As his crotch was against it he thrusted against her ass making his intentions obvious. Khadijah felt herself tremble at this action and she bit her lip.
George picked up the coffees and they both sat down. Khadijah began reading as she felt George’s eyes on her. She lifted her leg up over the other leg as she felt her robe part partially and exposes her legs.
She was only wearing her lingerie under her robe and liked the idea of George looking at her exposed legs. She always kept them shaved and moisturized. They had a natural tan complexion and she rubbed them against each as she felt George’s eyes on her. George was beginning to feel uncomfortable in his trousers that began to feel awfully tight all of a sudden.
“It’s getting really hot in here, isn’t it?” he said as he loosened his belt and opened the button on his trousers and lowered the zip. Khadijah swallowed as she saw his boxers come into view. She began playing with the top of the robe and began to flap it.
“You are right. It is so hot in here. Maybe you should take off your shirt and trousers.” Khadijah said taking George by surprise. He stood up and let his trousers drop to the floor and began to unbutton his shirt before removing it. He made a show of it and Khadijah could not keep her eyes off him.
“That feels much better. Are you not feeling hot in that big robe?” Asked George curiously.
“Yes I am. Perhaps I should take it off,” asked Khadijah seductively. George licked his lips as the idea of seeing her in her bra and panties took over his thoughts.
“Yes. You definitely should.” Said George in a commanding tone
“Ok. But only if you can guess what I am wearing.” Asked Khadijah in a playful tone as she bit her lower lip. She so desperately wanted him to be right.
“A peephole bra and peephole panties. Take them off now,” George commanded
“A bet is a bet.” Answered Khadijah as she gave him a cheeky smile. She slid the robe off her shoulders and then let it drop to the floor.
She turned around feeling George’s eyes on her as she bent over letting George have the perfect view of her glistening cunt as her peephole panties did nothing to cover her cunt.
George had pulled down his boxers as he watched her horny cunt. She turned around to see George completely naked and the huge white cock staring right at her. She felt an animal hunger from George as they both took each other in.
“I am rather uncomfortable here. I think we should continue reading on your bed,” George suggested but it was more than a suggestion. It was a demand. He was in control. Khadijah could do nothing but nod her head and turn to lead him to the bedroom.
The moment was symbolic for George as now he had passed through into Khadijah’s perverted fantasy world. She was so horny now and desperately wanted to fuck but George relaxed on the bed and continued to read. She was next to him and was finding it hard to control herself as the book became more explicit and George read a scene where the lead character had a man go down on her. Khadijah was teasing her nipples with one hand and the other was teasing her clit as she imagined George going down on her.
“Have you ever done that?” Khadijah asked in a lusty voice.
“Done what?” Asked George despite knowing exactly what Khadijah was asking.
“Kiss a woman down there?” she asked in an almost hushed tone, as if what she was saying was too embarrassing to say out loud.
“Yes. I have licked a cunt before. Have you ever had a man lick your juicy Muslim cunt?” Asked George deliberately using vulgar language.
“No.” Said Khadijah in a rather disappointed voice.
Without another word George put the book away and got between her legs, he tore off her panties, with a loud snap. Even though he had easy access to it thanks to the peephole, and began to lick her cunt. She held his head as she felt his tongue circle her clit. She wrapped her legs around his head as his tongue found all the sensitive parts of her pussy.
“Yes. Lick my Muslim pussy. You white infidel.” Khadijah moaned.
When it did, she jumped about a foot off the bed at the shock. His tongue just flickered out lightly touching her labia. It felt heavenly as she felt him starting to pleasure her tight pussy, a familiar feeling growing deep within her and the intensity of it scared her a little.
“OH ALLAH GEORGEMMMMMMM!! FEELS GOOOD!! SOOOO GOOOD!!” she moaned out loud without meaning to.
George was pushing her legs back even further spreading her open wide before him. He leaned down and she gasped as his tongue touched her anus. She had never, ever considered this as a source of sexual pleasure, but there was no denying how good it felt as he licked around the rim and cupped his tongue pushing it slightly into her tight little rosebud. She felt his tongue spread flat again as he licked his way up the sensitive area above her anus and then along her pussy.
Khadijah clenched her hands on the back of the head board as his tongue penetrated her and she could swear it was as bigger than her ex husbands. He thrust his tongue in and out of her a couple of times before continuing upwards, licking along her labia and nibbling on her mound. Her insides were going nuts and she wanted to scream in frustration when he paused.
George looked up at the wild eyed woman and said,
“Do you like having your pussy eaten?”
“Yes, I love it,” she gasped. “Eat my pussy.” She begged.
George attacked her pussy quickly running his tongue along her slit, from her anus to her mound. Her body was responding to his skills and she was constantly raising her hips, like she was imagining herself getting fucked by his huge gora lund (white cock). He could hear her making little whining sounds in the back of her throat and he cupped his tongue running it around her throbbing clitoris.
George put his hands under her knees and pushed them up and out of little bit, so her tight pussy was spread wide in front of him. He leaned back in and pressed his tongue against her asshole, fighting the tight ring of muscle that tried preventing him from entering. As she use the name of her God in vain, he smiled to himself and looked back up better before asking her if she was enjoying it. She answered in the affirmative and he dive back in, this time aggressively punching his tongue in and out of her soaking hole.
He took his right hand and began to play with her nipples, rolling the rock hard tip between his fingers and pinching it gently. His tongue found her clit and he began to trace gentle circles around it, and with his left hand he stiffened two of his fingers and slid them inside of her, curling the tips a little bit as he began to finger her.
His tongue teased her clit, running around in gentle circles before occasionally flickering out to press against it. Her legs began to shake as he doubled his efforts, and she began to gyrate her pussy against his face desperate for him to let her cum. Every time his tongue close to quit she let out a little moan, begging for him to pay it direct attention. A wicked idea filled his mind, and he took his right hand off of her tits and slid it down to her asshole.
With one motion, he slipped a single finger inside her asshole, suctioned his lips around her clit, and slid a third finger inside her pussy. She reacted exactly as he expected, letting out a scream that would have woken the neighbors and possibly everyone in the building. Her entire body began to tremble and a loud gushing sound filled the room as a solid waterfall of her pussy juice squirted out and covered his face. Her body started to convulse, and asked her hips buckled she pulled herself off of his face and fingers. He looked down at her as she screamed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head before she let out a breath and fainted.
Most men probably would’ve panicked at that point, but George had done this to his fair share of women. She slowly caught his breath as she started to stare, and just seconds before he knew she was about to wake up, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. She awoke to the feeling of his tongue slipping past her lips and starting to gently play with hers. Instinctively she moaned and wrapped her arms and legs around his body as she kissed him back, crotch instinctively grinding against his. George quickly pulled back and dropped her to the bed as he said. She made a mess of George’s face as she came like never before. She was feeling a little embarrassed and she passed him a towel so he could clean himself.
George continued to read as though nothing had happened. She felt some of the sexual tension leave her body as she came down from her orgasm.
The next scene in the book was a blowjob and George continued to read but Khadijah kept glancing at his cock. As he described the thick veins of the character and the big cock head. Khadijah started looking at his cock in more detail. Her mouth began to salivate at the idea of giving a blowjob. She had only ever practiced on her toys before now but as she saw his cock she was so tempted.
“Have you ever given a blowjob?” George asked curiously and it was the final push Khadijah needed.
“Not before today.” She said as she got down on her knees as he sat on the edge of the bed. He slapped her face with his cock as he saw staring at it dumbfounded getting an up close look it, she had not realized how veiny and thick it was. The slap reminded her why she was on her knees in the first place and plus it hurt. But she loved that it hurt, the musky smell of the cock instantly put her in a trance as she rubbed her face and head along the shaft, marking herself with his smell. She stuck out her tongue and licked his balls which were slightly salty thanks to them being sweaty. She licked her way up the underside of the shaft, circling her tongue around the tip, getting a taste of his pre cum.
*Mmmmmmm, Delicious,* she thought to herself.
She kissed the tip of the head a couple of times before opening her mouth wide and taking it in. She struggled to take it, she was used to her 7 inch dildo which wasn’t very thick, but George was thick and bigger. She was gagging and choking instantly but she continued to take it. Pulling herself off his cock, taking a deep breath before pushing herself to take more and more. Tears streaming down her eyes, but she was possessed, she needed to take his full length, she would not stop until she did. The sound of her gagging and choking was like music to George’s ears. To see how much she wanted it only pleased him as he placed a hand on the back of her head and helped her take the last few inches.
“You have such a hot Muslim mouth,” George moaned as he felt Khadijah relish his cock.
She just moaned in response as she felt his cock hit the back of her throat as she continued to deep throat him. She had never imagined she would enjoy sucking his cock so much. She pulled herself off his cock to get a breather and swirled her tongue around the tip of his uncut cock. Her own juices flowed as she felt the head expand and contract with each swirl. She could not help but begin to finger herself as she swallowed his cock.
George was unable to be passive any longer and grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her further down on his cock. She began to gag but he did not relent. She had tears down her eyes as she gagged on this monster cock. It only caused her to finger herself harder and faster as she felt on the brink of orgasm. As he started to skull fuck her, his balls slapping against her chin. He had shown great restraint these past few weeks but he could no longer hold back. He slammed in to her harder and harder, his cock punching the back of her throat. Her mascara was running down her cheeks like a waterfall as she gagged. When all of a sudden she felt him groan.
“You fucking horny Muslim cunt!!” He growled as he shot spurt after spurt of cum down her throat. She also felt herself go and came like never before. As her body shook violently as her mouth over flowed with cum and some of had started to spill out from the corners of her mouth.
He pulled out his cock and she gasped for air and her throat felt so rough. George continued to read as though nothing had happened. Khadijah tried to gather her breath as she felt her throat fucked for the first time. She scooped up some of the cum that had spilled down her chin, throat and on top of bosoms, and licked it. She loved the taste of his cum, which was shocking considering the one time she swallowed her husband’s cum she had thrown up out of sheer disgust.
The scene only became more and more explicit. The next scene George read out loud was of the lead character masturbating with a vibrator. George looked over at her, taking in her body
“Do you own a vibrator?” He asked bluntly. She became a little shy and she thought to herself how much of her secret sexual life was she willing to disclose to him. She found him eagerly awaiting her response.
“Yes,” she replied shyly.
“Do you masturbate like this?” He asked. The woman was bent over on her knees with her legs spread as she used the vibrator on her clit.
“Yes” answered Khadijah feeling this pressure to demonstrate for him.
“Show me,” he simply said. Khadijah found her vibrator in the cupboard and pulled it out. She looked over at him for his approval and he nodded his head.
She took a deep breath and turned around she began to play with herself as George continued to read. She was so aroused as she listened to this dirty erotica while masturbating. She was in such an aroused state as George continued to read for her.
She had her eyes closed as she found her orgasm getting closer and closer as she listened to the filthy story. All of a sudden she felt George move behind her.
The vibrator was putting pressure on her clit but then she felt George begin to finger her from behind. He still continued to read as he roughly fingered her wet and inviting cunt.
She felt her moans get louder and louder.
“You dirty infidel bastard. Make me cum. Finger my cunt. Give me your big white infidel cock.” She moaned in delirium as her orgasm came closer.
George dropped the book as he slapped her ass and continued to finger her. The squelching sound of her gushing cunt once again filled the room.
“YAAAAA ALLLLLAHHHHH. THANK YOU FOR THIS MOTHERFUCKING INFIDEL!!” screamed Khadijah as she came hard from an orgasm. She tried to turn around but George held her from the hips man handling her.
“Don’t fucking move! Stay exactly like that. You are going to get the thing your horny Muslim cunt has been craving for so long, ” George said in a calm and controlled manner as he felt a need to dominate this slut.
He began to slap his hard dick against her wet gaping pussy. She moaned with every slap of his cock.
“Please give it to me,” she begged.
“Ask for it like the slut you are. No need to be shy,” George said teasing her as he tried to bring out the slut within.
“Give me that big fat infidel cock. Use me like the slut I am. I AM A MUSLIM CUNT FOR YOUR BIG INFIDEL COCK!!” Khadijah begged, the desperation was clear in her tone. George smirked upon hearing her beg like that.
George poised his monster cock against her tight pussy, and began to shove. Such was the disparity between her tightness and his size that it didn’t go in at first. He had to shove harder and harder, until finally her eager pussy relented, stretching wide open for a meat far too large for her curvy yet slender body. Inch by brutal inch his rod stretched her vaginal walls to the absolute limit, reaching deep into places her ex husband never could. Such was his length that he easily reached her cervix, the tip of his white cock kissing it.
But he would not be satisfied by that. His cock was only half-way in, and her domination must be total. So he continued to shove, and her cervix soon yielded to his superior cock, widening for him to claim even her fertile womb. His white meat reached deep into her most sacred of places, defiling it with his white cock as it stretched her beyond what any human possibly could, but he could feel the way her vaginal walls tightened around his length that her body welcomed an alpha male’s dominion of her slutty body.
And soon, he would break her and reshape her as the perfect Muslim slut with his cock.
She screamed but no sound came out. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head like she was possessed. She couldn’t believe it.
“TOOOO BIGGG!! BEING BROKENNN!!” She screamed as he made his initial probes, his unbelievable size was difficult for her neglected Muslim cunt. His cock would not go in initially, but then she felt him use his brute strength and shove more and more of it. She felt like she was losing her virginity for the first time, all over again. She had seen his cock, felt in her hands and mouth but feeling it in her tight cunt was something she could not describe.
He had impaled her, broken her insides. She felt half his cock enter her and had her first real orgasm. It was so strong and powerful that she passed out only came back to consciousness when he shoved the rest of it in. Full length of his cock deep inside her guts. Reshaping her inside her, as she thought about how he had ruined for her husband she came once again. Her body shaking violently like she was experiencing an earthquake.
**THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!!**
The sound of her body hitting the bed as he thrusted in to her made it sound like builders were tearing down some walls. The only wall being torn down was her cunts. She felt the monstrous cock make its way past her cervix and right in to her womb. She had a feeling if she looked down at her flat stomach she would see it bulging out.
“MMMMM FUCK YOU GEORGE!! I LOVE ITTT!!” she moaned. She heard him laugh as she moaned deliriously. The only thing keeping her upright was his monstrous white cock. And it had been barely been 10 minutes.
“noooo…cummminggggg againnnnn!!” she moaned as she came for the umpteenth time. Her hair and body was completely drenched with her sweat, it was soggy and damp. Her mouth was open, her tongue sticking out as she panted like a bitch in heat. She was George’s completely, a wave of shame hit her, as she realized how easily she had succumbed. She also knew it was shameful and sinful feeling along with George god like cock that made the sex all the more exciting.
“OH ALLAH!! GEORGE!! GEORGE!! FUCK MEE HARDERR!!” She managed to croak out.
Such was her sexual repression from her long, loveless sex life that the simple but thorough penetration with his cock was enough to push her over the edge into a near endless cycle of climax. And it only continued as George began to fuck her properly.
Like a god with a hammer striking his anvil, his big, white cock pounded her womb without mercy and without reservation, his every thrust hollowing her out and stretching her beyond her physical and spiritual limits. His every thrusts claimed her again and again, the tip of his cock a stamp that pressed against her inner womb, marking her forever as his personal breeding bitch, his cock slave, and he her only source of true pleasure that her ex husband was never able to give her.
“Shit!! I’m gonna cum!! I’m gonna cum Khadijah!!” he roared as he felt his climax building up and coming very close.
“YES!! GEORGE CUM INSIDE ME!! GIVE YOUR FILTHY INFIDEL SEED!!” She moaned as she wrapped her legs around his wide waist and pulled him in even deeper. George could only reply with wild animalistic groans as he pumped in to her harder and harder. Until he unleashed a torrent of his seed deep inside of her.