Hijabi Wife Used & Abused

Hijabi Wife Used & AbusedSome Useful words to know before you read the story:Hijab- A head covering worn in public by some Muslim women. Essentially a scarf. Burqa- A outer garment worn by some Muslim women that covers their whole body when in public.Kuffar- Arabic for “Non-believer”.Abaya- is a simple, loose over-garment, essentially a robe-like dressHaram- The Arabic word for prohibited or forbidden. *****Fahima Begum sat in front of her bedside mirror unable to concentrate as she struggled to fix her hijab properly. Lately her mind had been plagued by doubts and sinful thoughts that no married Pakistani woman should have, and yet there they were. Fahima had been married to her husband, Ali, for 15 years now, whilst it was a good marriage it was missing something. In 15 years of marriage, Fahima and Ali had not been able to conceive a c***d. They had visited many different doctors to find out why and they all confirmed, what Fahima knew deep down, that Ali had an extremely low sperm count. The news shattered both of them and completely broke Ali. Fahima did her best to comfort him, assuring him that she held nothing against him and trying to explain how she loved him even more.”It’s Allah’s will, my jaan, there is very little we can do. We can try for adoption,” she said to him mustering all the enthusiasm and faith she could.”Maybe,” he replied in a flat tone. You could hear how shattered his heart was by the waver in his voice.”Nothing is going to change, my jaan, but at least we still have each other,” Fahima said with a small smile.However, 5 years on things began to change. Now at the age of 35, Fahima’s marriage had completely changed from the loving and caring one to a distant and hollow thing. Over the years Ali had become withdrawn and distant, focused entirely on his work, he paid little attention to Fahima. Not to mention, their sex life was non-existent. Fahima remembered when they had a very active sex life especially for a Muslim couple. Fahima missed the truly wild fuck sessions and the way Ali used to dominate her in bed. Despite coming from conservative Muslim families, who believed sex was only for pro-creation and not for pleasure, Fahima and Ali loved sex. They tried all the positions, experimented with toys and had gotten downright filthy in bed. Yet they were still conservative Muslims in every other way. Fahima wore a burqa and hijab when she was in the presence of other 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 first year or two as she knew the fact that Ali’s inability to give her c***d 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 pain and caused Fahima to take drastic action to get her husbands attention. She had joined a local, woman’s only, gym and in the 5 years that had passed she had developed a hot, toned body. She began to wear figure hugging hijabs that hid nothing and made her 36DD breasts and her perfectly shaped ass stand out more than ever before. In her opinion she looked like a slightly older version of the Bollywood actress Priyanka Chopra. She did all of this to get her husband’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 firm and tender tits looked even bigger on her 5’3 frame and despite being 35 years old Fahima looked at least 10 years younger. Gym had really helped her keep a tight body, she was an anomaly amongst Pakistani housewives who at the same age had grown fat and ugly while she looked to be in her prime. 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 gazes, and also for looking a 100 times better than them. She realized when non-muslim men paid her compliments 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 first thing she had to do when she woke up in the morning, nowadays, was take of her soaked panties. These dreams and fantasies were sustaining her for now, helping quench the thirst for sex, but soon another thought entered her mind, one that would definitely ruin her marriage. She wanted to turn these dreams of hers into reality. Fahima sat there her mind in great turmoil. She just couldn’t cheat on her husband not only was it morally wrong but religiously as well. She couldn’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 cocks. She also realized that a part of her was rebelling against, not only religion, but the culture that oppressed women told them how to dress, how to look and who to talk to. Whilst this was present in all cultures, it was even more so in Pakistani communities, it was true that with time these views had changed but not in her family. Her husband never behaved like a typical Pakistani husband, he didn’t put any restrictions on her even when the rest of society did. She remembered how hard she had studied for a Law Degree at university, ready to pursue a career in law and being forced to give that up by her parents who then forced her to get married instead. For that she had held a deep grudge 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 husband like Ali but her marriage was non-existent now, meaning that there was nothing to be grateful for anymore. Other wives would have stuck through it and been faithful and she knew that she was a bad wife but a part of her didn’t care.”Oh, Allah, please forgive me!” pleaded Fahima. The doorbell rang snapping Fahima out of her daze. She went downstairs with a big broad smile plastered across her face. 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 friends. They joined the same gym and played football (soccer) together, both of them even supported Arsenal as they were both men from North London. Fahima was wary of Donte at first, being from a conservative Pakistani back ground meant that she was brought up with an almost racist view of black people, she was always told to stay clear of them. Her initial judgement of Donte passed as she got to know him and discovered his friendly 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 world, one that judged him solely on his appearance, people always thought he looked too brutish or thuggish. They formed a bond quickly calling themselves the ‘almost lawyers’. They had developed a really close connection and would spend hour after hour talking about all the different 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 idea of meeting them. Without even realizing, Fahima had developed an attraction to this strapping 6’5 of a hulking giant. He towered over her and made her look even smaller. She remembered the time he came round to help clean up the garden on an extremely hot day. He took his top off revealing his perfectly sculpted black body and Fahima could not stop herself from staring. Her eyes 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 black men had big dicks. But she couldn’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 months he had taken a keen interest in Islam 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 happy that one of his good friends was thinking of converting to a Muslim. Helping non-Muslims find Islam is a great honour, but Fahima had other motives for agreeing to these lessons. She would be able to spend some alone time with Donte without having to worry about her husband being suspicious. She knew that by doing this she was committing a great sin, essentially using her religion to spend time with a man that was not her husband in the hopes of sleeping with him. Recently she had noticed Donte looking at her with great interest she had caught him a few times 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 praise and, as of late, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Even when her husband was in the room he would ogle at her. She had noticed him staring at her breasts during their lessons, he was paying more attention to her tits than the lessons. She often thought if he was using these lessons 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 eyes, she had seen Ali do it despite him being a ‘devout’ Muslim. She so desperately wanted to make some sort of move on Donte during these past 3 months but she had been struggling with the part of her who still wanted to be a faithful wife and Muslim. However, today the slutty side was out in full force and she had made up her mind that today she was going seduce Donte. Well, that was the plan until she saw the sadness in his eyes, she had never seen him so sad before. All those thoughts, for the moment, had been pushed to the side. “Are you okay, Donte?” Fahima asked with genuine concern as they sat down on the sofa to start the lesson. “Yeah…I am, don’t worry,” 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 floodgates closed. Seeing him like this hurt Fahima deeply. She took his giant black hands in hers and squeezed them, hoping that it would help him open up.”I told my wife that I wanted to convert to Islam and become a Muslim. I expected her to be shocked but her reaction was far worse than I ever imagined… she left me,” he said barely holding back the tears now.Fahima stared at him with her mouth agape. She found it hard to believe that any woman would leave such a sweet and caring man like Donte, especially when he spoke of her in such high regard. She didn’t know what to do so she hugged him, wrapping her arms around him tightly.Instead of thinking about how she should feel sorry for him, all Fahima could think about was the fact that she could feel his chiselled body, the one she had been craving for months, against her.”I miss her so much, Fahima, so much,” Donte whispered, his voice cracking.”Dont worry Donte, I’ll take care of your every need. Soon you’ll forget her.” Fahima said almost purring as she looked him straight in the eye and placed her hands on his crotch. She had no idea 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 lips 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 state was not lost on her, all she knew was that this was the right time to make her move. She sensed that Donte was hesitant as he tried to pull away from her kiss, but she didn’t let him. She thought about how badly she wanted him as her tongue penetrated his mouth, their tongues intertwined in a slow and passionate dance together. Fahima could feel the ever growing bulge in Donte’s jeans, it was a sign that he was enjoying it. Any resistance he held onto was gone now, which excited Fahima even more. His huge hands were groping her breasts, kneading them. She felt both his hands grip the front of her burqa. And the next thing she felt was his hands yanking at the material and ripping it apart down the front, completely exposing her breasts. He then pulled her bra off with another hard tug, which caused her some pain. 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 tits, admiring them openly, when she realized no one had ever seen them except her husband. Soon his mouth was on her breasts them with an insatiable hunger, his tongue swirling relentlessly around her hardened nipples. “Oh, Alllaahhh,” moaned Fahima in the throes of ecstasy. She had never felt such pleasure as Donte continued to devour her tits. She could feel Donte’s cock straining against his jeans, it felt like it was going to burst out of the jeans.”I want to see your cock.” she said in between moans.Donte got up from the couch and began to undo his belt buckle and, without missing a beat, Fahima got on her knees looking up at Donte with fierce hunger in her eyes. Soon Donte’s jeans were around his ankles and Fahima could see the outline of his huge black cock, just seeing the outline of the monster sent a shiver down her spine and made her cunt quiver in anticipation. Donte finally pulled his boxers down, freeing his big black cock of its restraints. “Ouch!” screamed Fahima as Donte’s big black pole smacked her on the face. “It’s so big!” she said in shock and awe at the big veiny black monster on her face. She reached out her unexperienced hands and grabbed the massive black cock. The thing was gigantic. Fahima guessed that his cock must have been nearly twelve inches 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 bulbous cock was huge too, and his shaft was covered with large veins that somehow made it look like a powerful pulsating tool. “Suck it!” he commanded slapping her with his cock. 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 husband didn’t deserve a cheating wife like her. Instead of sticking by his side she was about to have her mouth stuffed by a huge black cock. She hesitated for a beat before she took the huge 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 suck the fat head in her mouth and bobbed her head over it. The guilt was still there, eating her up inside, she had barely resisted but Donte’s cock was just too big to pass up. Fahima opened her mouth even wider to try and accommodate more of Donte’s cock. She enveloped the giant black monolith inch by inch into her mouth, her jaw aching. She finally had the whole cock in her mouth, she felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag and choke. Fahima looked up at Donte to see him smiling at her. Seeing him enjoying this spurred her on even more and she began to suck his cock like a sex crazed woman. “Your cock is so beautiful… so big… so black,” Fahima groaned between planting kisses on it as she gripped his manhood with both hands. She loved running her hand 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 monster in to her mouth. He began to thrust 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 taste of his cock on her tongue. Her nostrils were full of his odour as his pubic hair brushed against her nose. She felt his heavy balls slapping against her chin as he thrusted deeper and faster. She couldn’t believe that she had successfully taken kastamonu escort this twelve inch monster into her mouth. She fought off the urge to gag and continued to take his delicious black cock in her mouth.”That’s it, Fahima, take it like a slut!” He bellowed as her mouth foamed with saliva while he continued to pound her mouth with his huge pole. No one had ever called a slut before, instead of being offended by it it actually turned her on more. She felt his hands grabbing her hair through her hijab and pulling her with pure strength. She grabbed his rock hard ass and pushed him even deeper into her throat with a renewed vigour despite the fact that her breath was becoming short. She was sure that she couldn’t go on any longer without passing out but still she continued taking his cock in her mouth. “Fahima, I’m so close, you slut, so close, keep taking it like a good little Muslim whore!” Donte shouted at her as she felt his cock swelling. Once again, instead of being offended by Donte’s comments she felt her cunt spasm in delight. Apparently she loved getting degraded and had no idea until now. She knew that she was too far gone now. She would never be able to go back to being the woman she was. “OH FUCK, HERE IT COMESSS!!” howled Donte finally releasing his load. Not only did the force of his ejaculation snap Fahima out of her train of thought, but it stung like hell, and her mouth filled before she had time to react. Fahima began to gag and spat 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 nose. Donte then deposited one final load in her mouth which she swallowed like a hungry slut. “How was that?” Fahima asked in a coy tone as she wiped the cum from her eyes and rubbing his cock on her face. “The best I’ve ever had. Who knew you were such a great cock sucker, but that’s not what you want to hear is it? You want to know if you’re better than my wife.” 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 question,” he said as he picked her up and placed her on the sofa. While lifting her burqa she spread her legs open in anticipation of what was coming. Donte stopped her hands. “Leave it on, it will serve 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 tight little Muslim cunt don’t you,” he taunted her laughing. Fahima felt a little guilty and shy. Guilty because there was man who was not her husband looking at her naked body. A few hours ago the only man to have seen her completely naked was her husband. Now here she was completely naked in front of this giant black man who was feasting upon her body with his eyes. 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 hand 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 folds of her pussy, her body felt like it was on fire. Her body began to convulse 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 loud since she was teenager. She had always been reprimanded and told it was not right for a Muslim girl to swear. Yet here she was having the best orgasm of her life, with a black man between her legs, attacking her cunt and she was swearing out loud with out any care. Donte lapped up her pussy juices like a man who was dehydrated and needed liquid desperately. She felt him kiss her pussy lips gently before, once again, thrusting his tongue deep in her cunt. His head bobbed up and down aggressively as he continued to brutally assault her cunt with his tongue. “Oh, Allahhhhhh!!” she moaned, every push forward sent shockwaves of exhilaration through her body. “Oh, ohhhhhh Donte…Fuckkkkk!!” She continued to pant like the wanton slut she was as Donte began to swirl his tongue around inside her cunt. Thrusting it inside and out, she didn’t know how he found her most sensitive spots but every time he hit one of those spots her body shook violently and she began to cum. She lost count of the times she had already cum and just when she thought she couldn’t anymore he would hit another spot. “Oh, oh, ooooooooooooooooh, yeaaaaaaaaaaah,” she squealed in delight as she had her biggest orgasm yet. Donte finally stopped his assault on her cunt and gave her a few minutes to recuperate before he picked her up in his strong arms and took her out of the living room. She didn’t need to ask him where he was taking her because she knew already as he began to walk up the stairs. He walked into the bedroom and placed Fahima on the bed. It dawned on her that she was about to be fucked by a big black cock in the same bed she shared with her husband. She lay there ready with her legs wide 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 terrible Muslim, her husband deserved better. All she deserved right now was to be fucked like the slut she was. Donte opened her legs wide and placed her feet on his shoulders and pressed the head of his cock against the entrance of her cunt.”Do you want this cock in your tight little Muslim cunt?” Donte said as he teased her by rubbing the tip of his cock along her cunt. “Yes. I want your cock, please fuck me!” she pleaded as she reached between her legs and stroked his cock slowly. “Are you sure? I know for a fact that your tight little 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 don’t care. Just fuck me, please!” she begged realizing that she was giving her self over completely. She spread her legs even wider with eagerness, excitement and fear at the giant cock that was poking at her entrance. Donte simply grinned before he slammed his big black monster deep in to her cunt. “Ya, Allahhhhhhh, MERI PHUDI KO DARD ARE HAI!!” Fahima screamed in Urdu as the black monster stretched her pussy wide as it impaled her inch by inch. “You’re so big!” she moaned while he pushed in another inch of his cock in to her slutty little Pakistani cunt. “Oh baby, I’m not even half way in. You’re so damn tight, your hubby must be really small,” he laughed mocking her husband. She didn’t reply but knew her silence spoke volumes. “Oh fuckkk… so thick,” she mumbled.”You like that do you, my little hijabi slut,” Donte thrust in deeper, coating his black cock in her juices making it glisten. “Oh Allah, I’m gonna…” she began to say as felt an explosion building up inside her.”Go ahead. Cum, my hijabi slut. Cum all over cock!” he commanded her. “OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCKKK!” she moaned, repeating the words with each hard and penetrating thrust. Fahima thrashed wildly under the muscular black man, cumming hard. “We’re just over half way there, my hijabi slut, if you’re cumming this hard now…” he trailed off as his cock sunk deeper into Fahima’s greedy cunt. Fahima had never felt so full in her life. She felt her pussy being stretched to its breaking point 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 eyes as he began to up the speed of his thrusts, ramming in and out of her tight cunt like a piston. She tightened her legs around him, pulling him in even deeper. She howled in pain as she felt the big black monster hit her cervix, she had never had something rammed in to her so deep. Despite the excruciating pain 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 twelve inch black rod inside her. She moved her body against his, the pain was quickly fading as another huge orgasm hit her. She just couldn’t believe how deep he was in her and the orgasm she was experiencing was the biggest one yet, almost causing her to black out, but Donte didn’t let up in his relentless hammering of her cunt. She kept screaming uncontrollably as her orgasms continued, his balls 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 cock entirely making her feel completely empty. “Wh… Why did you pull out?” she cooed still dazed from her countless orgasms. “Because I’m a cruel bastard and I want to hear you beg for my cock.””Please, I need you to put it back in,” she said weakly. “You know that isn’t good enough. No need to be shy,” he replied stroking his cock. “Please… Donte,” she paused before continuing on, “please fuck me with your big, black cock!””Now that’s more like it, my little hijabi slut,” he said as he rammed his cock back in to her. She came again from the sudden penetration. “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 fertile cum deep in your womb!” he said. Caught off guard, her eyes widened in shock. His comment meant that he knew about the Ali’s problem. “That’s right I know,” he said as he rammed his cock in and out faster.”Now beg, my hijabi slut!” he roared. “YES!! FILL MY MUSLIM CUNT WITH YOUR HOT BLACK CUMMM!!” she screamed, her pussy tightening and clutching his huge shaft, her juices foaming around him with another orgasm.”Cum deep inside of me!” she screamed not caring who heard her. “Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me!”Donte had increased the speed of his thrusts inside of her, which continued to send ripples through her body. Fahima looked in to his eyes and saw an a****l intensity. The desire to fuck her brains 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 real man. She felt liberated, free of the shackles that had restricted her before. Donte was grunting heavily now, she could feel his cock swelling up inside of her. “Oh, yessss baby!! Cum for me!! Please!” she cried.”Oh shit! Here it comes!” he groaned. “Yes baby, cum for me,” she repeated. “Give me your seed. I WANT IT! I NEED IT!”As if on cue Donte groaned and buried his cock deep in her womb and began to bombard her cunt with his sperm. He spewed load after load of his seed deep into her. Fahima could feel his cock vibrating inside her, and it sent a shiver up her spine. 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 blew one last one of cum all over her face and hijab. “My hijabi cum slut,” he said as he rubbed his cock in her face. The smell of his cum filled the room. The thought that Donte’s sperm was swimming inside of her and the fact that it could possible make 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 asshole with his finger. “Oh really, I can’t wait. I’ve never been fucked in the ass before,” she said as she stroked his cock. “Oh baby, you’re gonna love it,” he said. They both got up from the bed, Donte helped Fahima 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 place tomorrow. “Wear your a red hijab, you look good in that. I don’t want you wearing anything under your burqa either. No underwear. And bring a spare hijab just in case,” 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 feel his big black cock against her and she wanted him to take her right then and there in the hallway. He pulled away from her and she moaned in disappointment. “Wait! You didn’t tell me if I was better than your wife,” she reminded as he opened the door. “I don’t know, I don’t have a wife, never did. Don’t be so shocked, how else was I going to get close to you. Your husband thought the fact that I was married meant that I wouldn’t even think of banging his wife, after he flaunted your nude pictures. Oh yes, that’s right you don’t know how me and your husband met, do you? We met at a pub, yes, and your pious Muslim husband drinks. He was really drunk, we got chatting and he showed me some very lovely pictures of you. I knew then I needed taste that forbidden Muslim cunt 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 door. Fahima stood there dumbfounded, reeling from the bombshell. She had played right in to his hands. She was his completely.THE NEXT DAY………….Fahima stood waiting at the bus stop, struggling to cover herself up with her jacket. The chilly air had hardened her nipples which were visible through the abaya. She knew the moment she had put on the tight silky black abaya that it was going to be impossible to cover anything up. She had been in great turmoil over the past 24 hours. One moment she felt ashamed for doing the sinful acts with Donte yesterday but on the other hand she felt excited every time she thought about it. She had decided she was going to turn up at Donte’s place and tell him it was one off mistake that would not occur again she was done. At least that’s what she told herself yet Fahima had worn the red hijab Donte had ordered her to wear which complimented the tight form hugging black abaya. The abaya is meant to conceal a woman’s assets but the one Fahima had worn did the opposite. It highlighted the sexy curves in her. It clung to her big breasts and her beautifully sculpted ass. It left nothing to the imagination. She had also forgone with underwear just as Donte had instructed. She had even told her husband that she would be staying over at her cousin’s for the night. As her cousin’s husband had passed away recently. An elderly Muslim woman at the woman looked at her up and down with such disdain that Fahima thought she would melt under the woman’s gaze.“Besharam orat! (shameful woman)” She heard the woman mutter. Thankfully the bus arrived and allowed Fahima to escape the woman’s disapproving gaze. Fahima made her way to the end of the bus which was virtually empty. After a few stops the bus began to fill up. Fahima noticed a group of black men get on the bus. They were at the opposite end of the bus but Fahima saw one of the looking at her whispering to the others. Fahima noticed from the corner of her eye how they were looking at her. She saw them slowly but surely making their way towards her. Their eyes were glued to her shapely ass, instead of being horrified Fahima stuck her ass out a little more. She loved when men gazed at her with lust in their eyes, so she decided to tease them a little.“What harm could it do?” She thought to herself. She also realized that at least for awhile it would serve as a nice distraction from the turmoil in her head. They had reached her now, they formed a circle around her. Like a pack wolves cornering their prey, except this prey was more excited than afraid. She was penned in amongst them. Thanks to her short height and there incredibly tall height the rest of the bus was obscured from her view. Despite that she could tell the bus was getting incredibly packed as the circle of black men around her grew closer and closer, until she was squashed in between them. She felt them rub against her gently. Then she felt hands roaming all over abaya, squeezing her ass, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples. She had to stifle her moan, she was being felt up but instead of screaming she was completely wet. She was so horny from before that she didn’t resist these young men at all. They all seem to rotate around her, getting a good feel of her god given assets. One of them grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back against him. She almost yelped in horror as she felt the young man’s huge bulge against her ass. He began rubbing against her ass slowly then gradually he began to thrust it against her ass. She could tell he had big cock, she wondered how big it was. She thrust back against him, grinding her ass against him she felt the young man undo the zip of his trousers and pop his big black cock out. He lifted up the back of her abaya only to be pleasantly surprised by the fact she was not wearing any underwear. “No underwear, a tight form hugging abaya. I don’t know much about Muslim women but I do know they’re meant to dress moderately, so that makes you one sinful Muslim escort kastamonu whore,” he whispered in to her ear, making her shiver. He placed his big black cock between her ass cheeks and began to rub it. Fahima began to moan quietly in pleasure as she felt the big black cock between her ass cheeks. She also realized that the young man’s friends were shielding her and their friend from everyone else on the bus by completely surrounding them. One of them lifted the front of her abaya and inserted his fingers deep in to her wet cunt whilst the other man began to thrust faster and faster, squeezing her ass cheeks causing more friction. The man soon pulled out his fingers and pulled out his cock, Fahima looked down at it in awe. It was huge and thick, she saw the huge head travelling towards her cunt as she prepared yell in pain and pleasure on penetration. But she was disappointed when the man began to just rub his cock along her pussy lips instead of ramming it in. “You want my cock inside of you didn’t you?” laughed the man revealing his golden tooth. “Mmmm…Yesss,” she purred softly as the golden tooth man continued to tease her pussy lips with his cock before he rammed his fingers inside her again.She tensed up as she felt something his poke her virginal ass hole. It was the leader of the groups huge tip and it was knocking on her backdoor. She was both excited and appalled by the thought of her ass getting taking on the bus. But his thrusting became frantic as his cock swelled until he blew hid load along her ass cheeks. Fahima had cum along with him, the mixture of having two cocks so close penetrating her and the fact that it was on a bus was too much for her body to handle. The orgasm she experienced nearly knocked her off her feet. As Fahima stood there panting coming off the high of her orgasm the bus came slowly to a stop and the group of young men started to get off as they left each one of them gave her tight ass a squeeze. The leader of the pack who had just cum between her ass cheeks gave her small piece of paper as he got off too.Once they had left Fahima looked at the piece of paper and saw a number on it with small message that read, ‘call me if you want to get that sinful ass of yours fucked, and the other boys want a piece of you too, the names Jerome bitch remember it!’ Fahima was in utter shock, she couldn’t completely explain why she had let the group of young black men use her like that, couple of months ago it would have been an unthinkable thing but not so much now. She popped into a public rest room to clean up before she arrived at Donte’s house. Here she was still standing in front of his door contemplating what to do. She had also packed an extra abaya and hijab, just she was told to do so. Part of her wanted knock on Donte’s door and become his completely yet here she was hesitating. Her mind was all over the place especially after the bombshell Donte had dropped on her before he left and the events that had occurred on the bus ride here. She still couldn’t quite believe that he had lied about being married just so he could get close to her and own her. She was restless as soon as he had left her, the revelation that her husband was a heavy drinker, the fact that he had flaunted nude pictures of her in front of Donte. And of course the fact that she gave in to her carnal desire for Donte only to realize he was playing her all along. All of this combined with the guilt of cheating made her hesitate, she couldn’t go through this, she knew that she would not be able to face him at all, so she turned away from the door. As she turned away she heard the door open and before she fully realized what was happening, she was yanked into the house and her lips were pressed against Donte’s. “Were you about to leave my filthy hijabi slut?” he asked. His hands squeezing her shapely ass through her abaya pulling her closer against him, she realized he wasn’t wearing any trousers, or shorts as she felt his thick erect 12-inch monster against her stomach. Donte placed both of his hands over her breasts and squeezed them through her tight abaya. Fahima began trembling. His strong hands were alternately caressing and squeezing her big bosom. Her vagina let out a little squirt of fluid. Donte felt her cunt squirting as he lifted the front of her abaya up and slipped his hands in.“Donte, I can’t….ohhh fuckkkkkkk!” moaned Fahima as she felt the tip of Donte’s finger slide along her labia.“You can’t do this, is that what you wanted to say my hijabi whore? If you don’t want this then explain it to me why is your cunt so wet,” he said laughing as he slowly pushed one finger inside her as deep as it would go. Fahima couldn’t help herself and gave a large squeal“OH ALLAHHH!!” she cried, feeling Donte pump his finger in and out slowly. Soon Donte’s middle finger joined his index finger inside her dripping pussy. She tried to fight the urge of pushing back on to his fingers but she failed. She knew that the right thing to do would be to stop him but her cunt was on fire all she knew was that right now she needed him. She was too far gone to stop him now. “OH ALLLAHHHHH!!!!” cried Fahima as she hit by one of the biggest orgasms she had ever experienced. “How does it taste?” He asked her as he put his cum soaked fingers in her mouth. “Mmmmmmm…it’s delicious!” she cooed panting, sucking her own pussy juice off Donte’s fingers. He pushed her down on to her knees. Fahima fell to her knees right in front of Donte’s foot long black cock. It looked even bigger as she stared cross-eyed down the shaft. She gripped Donte’s huge black cock with the hand that contained her wedding ring. She started to slide it up and down his hardening shaft. It extended an inch and then another, stiffening to full erection. She grabbed the base of his cock to hold it steady and began running her free hand up and down the shaft. If someone had told her two days ago that she would be kneeling in her hijab and abaya whilst stroking a foot-long black cock, she would have laughed at that person’s face after having slapped them. But here she was, her cunt dripping went, her mouth salivating, on her knees in her hijab and abaya getting ready to suck the huge black monster in front of her.“Suck it!” Donte growled at her, almost as if he knew what she was thinking. She obeyed immediately. Fahima ran her tongue around the head and then stretched her jaw as wide as she could, she took the tip in her mouth. She held it there, letting her tongue swirl all around the head. She bobbed her head a little, sucking the end of Donte’s cock. Drool ran down his shaft, soon helping her hand glide smoothly up and down his cock. They both moaned together. Fahima gagged and paused for a moment as the head pushed into her throat. She tried again and this time succeeded in getting a third of Donte’s cock in her mouth. He was so large and thick, she still wasn’t used to sucking something his big cock and she knew it would be awhile before she would be. At this time, her pussy was dripping wet and screaming for attention. Looking up at Donte, she saw him staring back. He could see the lust in her big brown eyes staring up at him.“You love sucking my big black cock don’t you, my slutty hijabi whore?” he asked her even though he knew the answer.“Mmmmmphhh,” was all she could manage to say in response with her little hijabi mouth wrapped around his cock.She let her tongue run under his cock while she sucked it. She moaned around his shaft as she fingered herself. Minutes later, Fahima wanted to scream as she orgasmed, but her scream turned into another gag as nearly half his cock slid down her throat. Fahima noticed Donte’s cock seemed to be swelling and knew it would be even harder to swallow. She wanted to pull back until his whole cock was out of her mouth but instead she engulfed all of it deep down her throat. Donte placed his hands on her hijab covered head as his cock gave a large spasm and cum filled her mouth. It bulged her cheeks out and squirted out the sides of her mouth around his cock. She was forced to gulp, swallowing too much at once and making her throat hurt. She swallowed again, this time tasting the hot rich seed on her tongue and loving the taste of it. Donte suddenly pulled back and shot several strands of semen across her face and hijab just as he had done yesterday. Wad after wad of thick cum erupted from his big black cock, she was completely drenched. Donte jerked forwards on his own cock, squeezing several long strands of sperm out to fall on her stretched tongue. Fahima took every drop in her mouth and swallowed. She wiped the cum of her face and licked it off her fingers like a greedy slut, she couldn’t deny the fact that she loved the taste of Donte’s cum. Donte used her hijab to wipe off some of the cum on his cock. As Fahima sat on her knees enjoying the taste of his cum, he grabbed her by her hijab dragging her upstairs to his room. Fahima’s pussy quivered in both excitement and fear for what was about to come. Once they were in his room Donte sat on the edge of his bed, which allowed Fahima to get a good look at his perfectly sculpted ebony body. The surge of lust that rose with in her as she took in the sight of his nude body and huge cock made her shake physically. “Strip, take EVERYTHING off!” He ordered breaking Fahima out of her lustful trance. She knew exactly what he meant by everything. It had caused her to pause, he wanted her to take off her hijab. She was aware that it was silly of her to hesitate like this after all he had already seen her naked. But for a Muslim woman the hijab is an important simple, only certain family members and her husband had seen her with out her hijab. She knew that this was the last straw, after this there would be no going back. Her hands trembled as she reached for the pins holding the hijab in place. She took out the pins and began to undo the hijab, her hands were still shaking. Slowly the hijab came off as her long black raven hair cascaded down her back. Fahima let go of the red cum stained hijab as it slowly fell to the floor. Donte couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched this sexy Muslim housewife completely surrender to him as she took off her hijab. The significance of the action was not lost on him or his cock which was now ever harder than before. Fahima looked down on the floor refusing to look up at Donte. She felt more naked than ever before. She had surrendered her self to him completely. Her fingers shook as she undid her abaya. She lifted her abaya over her body then head. She was now completely nude. She looked up at Donte soaking in her naked body devouring it with his eyes. Whilst her eyes were glued to his rock hard abs and his cock. Fahima felt a sudden surge of lust at the sight of his nude body and huge cock. It increased the level of arousal she was feeling. Donte stood up from the bed and began to walk towards her. Every step he took towards her only made her poor heart beat faster. “Come here.” He growled, as took her hands, and led her over to the bed. He sat her on the edge and kneeled down between her legs.”Ya Allah!” she cried, realizing what he intended. She found the idea suddenly exciting and her soaked pussy gushed some more. She couldn’t wait for him to begin. Fahima stared wide-eyed as Donte moved his head closer between her thighs. Donte was taking a big whiff of her pussy.“Excited aren’t you, hijabi slut?” he asked her, laughing. “Yes!” she purred as his tongue slowly licked up her wet labia before flickering over her distended clitoris. Fahima shuddered with pleasure. She moaned when he repeated the act. Donte increased his pace and Fahima’s body reacted by writhing in pleasure. She stared down at him in awe as he wriggled his tongue as deep as it would go in her pussy. He was doing things to her that no one had done before. Her husband Ali tried his best to pleasure her with his tongue but he never really liked it. Donte on the other hand seemed to relish tasting her increasingly wet and leaking cunt. He stared back at her and she got the impression he was grinning as he tongued her. She had no idea oral sex could feel this good. She gasped as her writhing turned to bucking as she raised her pelvis into his thrusting tongue.Maybe she could convince Ali to try again. With practice, her husband might become as skilled as Donte was and all she’d have to do is suck Ali’s little penis more. She immediately regretted thinking that, but there was no denying the fact that she now considered her husband to have a little penis. Fahima’s crotch leaped up and froze as she had a sudden strong orgasm. Donte had pushed the tips of two fingers inside her while sucking her clit between his lips. She fell back on the bed whimpering.He had pushed his fingers in as deep as they would go and it had prolonged her orgasm. The black man’s two fingers were bigger then Ali’s penis, longer and a lot thicker, and it felt amazing. Fahima opened her legs wider as she fell back on the bed and closed her eyes.Donte’s fingers and tongue felt so good and really hit the spot. It was exactly what her pussy had needed to satisfy it. She wanted and needed him deeper inside of her, Donte sensed this need in her as he attacked her pussy more aggressively. He fingered her rapidly while flickering his tongue over her clit. He wasn’t keeping his fingers straight, he was arching and the tips were really stimulating an area deep in her pussy. Fahima couldn’t believe it, but she was going to cum again. When she did, her orgasm was explosive and she soaked Donte’s entire hand. It felt so good, the euphoric feeling made her completely forget that fact she had initially come here to put a stop to things. Fahima was moaning in a near comatose state. Fahima was only vaguely aware that Donte had withdrawn his fingers and was pushing her body back on the bed. When she did finally come to her senses, she looked up to see the black man was now kneeling between her legs with his foot- long cock aimed straight at her pussy. The huge knob had emerged from the foreskin and was inches from the opening of her vagina. She gulped as she remembered how it felt like yesterday. She was still sore and had not fully recovered. “Go easy on me please Donte my pussy still hurts from yesterday. I doubt if I can take it all.” She moaned as Donte pressed his bulbous cock head against her labia.”You’ll take it all, you sexy hijabi slut, and I don’t care if it still hurts,” groaned Donte. They moaned together as his cock head slipped inside her, “I haven’t met a woman yet who didn’t love every inch.” “Oh fuckkkkkkk,” she cried watching Donte work the cock head around in her before slowly pushing several more inches in. He was patient, slowly moving his cock in as her pussy opened for it. Soon he was deeper then Ali had ever been, then he was deeper then his fingers had been. She stared in awe as her pussy slowly accepted the huge infidel cock inside her once again, wincing when the head banged on her cervix. He held his cock against her cervix, jerking it and pressing it against the opening to her womb. His cock was ejaculating large amounts of pre-cum on her cervix, softening it and slowly it opened for the large invader. Fahima winced in pain as Donte’s cock slipped all the way inside her. She had taken him balls deep. He held it buried and she was surprised at how quickly the pain faded. With the pain her doubts about all of this faded too. She knew what she wanted. Her mind was clear of all the turmoil. “You know what I want?” she asked.”What’s that baby?””I want to be fucked by that big black cock. I want to be fucked hard.””Do you now?””Yeah lover, fuck me with your big black cock, fuck my hijabi cunt, FUCK IT!” She pleaded moaning.She expected Donte to began slamming her hard after that, and he did not disappoint her as he slowly started moving his cock in and out of her. “How’s that feel, my hijabi slut?” He asked her groaning.”I’m so stuffed down there. It feels amazing….oh Aallah, Donte!” She cooed.”Better then hubby?” Donte waited for several seconds for her answer, he was testing her. He could tell she was hesistating. “Yes, it feels better then my husband. Oh Allah…I’m going to burn in hell fire for this but yes a lot better. It hurts to say it but I love it. Now shut up and work that big black cock defile my Mmuslim cunt!” She pleaded. Donte continued slowly working his cock in and out of her pussy. “You feel good to me to, so damn tight, looks like Allah’s blessed you with a heaevenly cunt. You’re so hot and wet down there. That hijabi cunt of yours is gripping my cock like a vicse!” He said as he continued his invasion of her cunt. Fahima moaned as her body automatically started lifting her hips into his slowly thrusting cock. “Faster Donte. Ya Allah……Please. I want to be fucked hard and fast……..OH ALLAHH!” She begged like a wanton slut. “Sorry Fahima, you’re just kastamonu escort bayan so sexy. So beautiful. You deserve to be treated better then I treated you yesterday. I wanna slowly have you all night!” He said sounding sincere when in fact he was teasing her. He wanted to hear her beg more, his sadistic side took pleasure in hearing this once pure Muslim hijabi housewife beg for his black cock to pound her senseless. “OOHH…ALLAHH,” she groaned, feeling an orgasm growing inside her. It felt like it was centred in her womb. “I don’t want it slow, oh Allah…please fasterrr,” she gasped, grabbing his hips and trying to pull and push on them to get him to move faster. Donte didn’t change his pace. He was enjoying this a lot more. Fahima released her grip on his hips and used her small hands to gently beat on the hard muscular chest hovering over her. “Donte. Please. Ya Allah I need it Donte. Come on you black bastard. Fuck my Muslim cunt!” She roared. He had teased her enough so he started slamming in to her harder, finally giving her what she wanted. Fahima began to shudder and writhe beneath him, lifting her crotch up into each thrust of his cock. She opened her legs as wide as they would go and wrapped them around his thighs. Her fists quit pounding his chest as he had begun to fuck her harder. She slipped her arms around his back, grabbed his ass cheeks and tried to pull him deeper into her. His face was hovering over hers, separated by half a foot. He was staring into her eyes. “Oh…fuckkkkkkk,” she whispered.”Cum for me,” said Donte.Fahima suddenly released her grip on his ass. Her hands grabbed both sides of his head and pulled his lips down against hers. It was an open wet kiss and soon their tongues were duelp over whose mouth to enter. Then Fahima was cumming and cumming hard. She whimpered in pleasure, as her whole body felt like it was on fire as her orgasm continued on. She had never felt bliss like this before. She was more than satisfied, but she wanted more.Fahima sucked his dark lower lip into her mouth, whimpering while she came down from the huge orgasm. “I want more,” she mumbled, the words garbled as she was still sucking on his lip.Donte laughed and kissed her again, holding his cock buried in her. She passionately returned it while he let her rest for a moment. After a minute or so, Donte enveloped her body again and rolled over on his back, never breaking their kiss. Fahima pushed against his chest and sat up feeling the full impalement of his mighty cock inside her. “Now ride me, you sexy hijabi whore!” growled Donte, Fahima felt as those she had no option but to obey. Fahima was still too weak to bounce in his lap. She ended up leaning forward and sliding her crotch back and forth. They kissed again for awhile, before Donte pushed her back and took one nipple in his mouth. Fahima groaned in pleasure as he flickered his tongue over her sensitive nipple. “Oh Allah,” she whispered, almost to herself, “I’m gonna cum again!” “That’s it Fahima,” he said releasing her nipple. “Do it. Cum for me. Cum for your master.””Ya…Allah, Donte.” Fahima sat up and began bouncing in his lap.”Cum on that big black cock for me my hijabi slut,” Donte grabbed and squeezed both her breasts. He leaned up far enough to suck on her other nipple. He switched back and forth between her nipples.”I’m cumming, oh Allah…I’m cumming again” she moaned, quivering as she rode his cock. Donte kept sucking on one nipple, but he suddenly moved his hands to her ass and held her up. He took over, bucking his hips and thrusting his cock in and out of her as fast as he could. Fahima screamed in pleasure. Her orgasm was immense. This time he didn’t let her recover. He just kept thrusting up into her. “I can’t, ugh, believe, ugh, what you’re, ugh, doing to me, ugh, ugh, OH……ALLLAHHHH!” she cried.”There’s something you can do for me, my hijabi slut,” he grunted. Donte had broken out into a sweat now and his forehead looked strained.”Ugh…Yess…oh…Allah…anything…ugh…so goood…ugh,” she replied.Donte kissed her nipple and fell back on the bed, looking up at her. “I’m gonna cum soon.”Fahima was surprised he had lasted this long, although in all honesty she knew she shouldn’t be so surprised. Ali would have ejaculated within minutes at the pace Donte was going and Donte had been at it for what felt like an eternity now. He was younger than her husband Ali whose best years were behind him now but even then the age difference wasn’t huge, she was mystified and amazed by this black man’s stamina. “What do you…ugh…oh Allah want?” She cried.”Getting close,” he answered.She suddenly knew what he wanted and she didn’t hesitate for a single moment because she wanted it too so she gave it to him. “In my cunt…yes…in my…cum in my, ugh…ohh Allah in my cunt…fill…my…Muslim…cunt…with…your…seeed!” She panted. “Oh yeah, take it my hijabi slut…TAKE IT!” Growled Donte, thrusting up and holding his cock in her. “Yes!” Screamed Fahima as the first huge jet of sperm struck her womb. Unbelievably, it triggered a third orgasm which lasted as long as Donte’s cock continued blasting sperm inside her pussy. Fahima couldn’t really tell, but it felt like he was filling up her cunt with more of his seed than yesterday.When he was done cumming, he released his hold on her ass and let her fall on top of him. She grabbed his cheeks and pulled her mouth over to his. They kissed for several minutes with his cock plugging her pussy full of his semen. “You loved that didn’t you, You loved my black cock filling up your married Muslim cunt,” said Donte between kisses.”Yes…oh yessss!” She replied. Fahima slowly slid off Donte’s cock, but kept the head in her. He was still huge, but it had gone limp. “Oh Allah…I’m going to have to run to the bathroom once you pull out this black monster and unplug my Muslim cunt. Because I am going to leak all over the place,” she said laughing.Donte laughed and yanked his cock out. Fahima gasped in shock and leaped off the bed, racing to the bathroom. She hadn’t been wrong, liquefied semen poured out of her pussy, dripping on the bed, floor, and coating her thighs. She squatted over the toilet and scooped out as much as she could with toilet paper. She was a little worried about Donte cumming in her and the consequences that could come with it. But she couldn’t deny how good it felt to be filled with his cum but it also made her feel a little guilty. Letting Donte cum in her and taking off her hijab was the ultimate betrayal of her marriage and she felt horrible yet fantastic at the same time. She knew that she was a whore for feeling like that but if she had to do it again, she wouldn’t do anything differently.Fahima walked out of the bathroom and Donte stood up off the bed to greet her. Her eyes automatically focusing on the big black snake swinging freely between his legs. “It’s late,” he said, “why don’t you cook me some dinner?”Fahima glanced at the clock, looking at in shock at how the afternoon had flown by. “Alright. Why not? I’m sure I can whip something up.” She reached for her abaya where she had left it on the floor earlier.”Oh no,” said Donte smiling. “If you’re going to cook for me, you will do it nude or if you prefer, you may put your hijab back on.”Fahima giggled and dropped the abaya and picked up the hijab to put back on. “I have some pork chops thawing why don’t you go get it cooked and ready for me?” He ordered her. “Yes, master,” she replied smiling. She didn’t even bat an eyelid at the thought of handling pork as she had already handled something far more haram (forbidden). “Good little hijabi slut, I am indeed your master” replied Donte, grinning wryly. He liked hearing her call him master it fed his ego and made his cock twitch. “Now go cook me dinner, my hijabi slut.” He playfully spanked her ass as Fahima turned to head downstairs. “I’ll be down when I clean up.”Fahima walked downstairs. It felt weird walking around nude with just her hijab on. She had just slipped the pork chops in the oven when Donte entered the room. She turned to smile at him and gasped. Donte was still nude! He walked over to the couch and watched her work. She took some frozen vegetables from out of the freezer while strange emotions assaulted her body and soul. As she remembered how she would cook Ali a big meal after a good fuck session. She had just had the best and most passionate sex of her life. Now she stood cooking for her satisfied man, that was not her husband. Yet she was happy to the point of giddiness while she finished cooking, she made her self a sandwich.After dinner, Fahima cleaned off the table and started washing the dishes. Donte stepped up behind her, reached around and squeezed her big tits. He thrust his crotch against her ass. She moaned while his cock hardened. He lifted the side of her hijab and kissed her neck. Pulling one hand back and putting it on his hard cock. He pushed her out the door and she ended up leading him up the stairs by his cock.Fahima soon found herself on all fours on her on the same dishevelled and cum stained bed while Donte slowly thrust in and out of her.Donte’s strong black hands grabbed her hips tightly, pulling her back onto his cock. Somehow, even in this impersonal position, Donte made her feel like she was being made love to and not fucked. Even when his fat thumb worked its way inside her anus, she still felt like he was showing her his love and the large orgasm she had didn’t hurt. Even when he removed his thumb and pulled his well-soaked cock out of her pussy, placing it against her tight rosebud, she felt he was still making love to her, but in a different way as she felt pressure on her sphincter. It never occurred to her to deny him.“Remember what I promised you yesterday, and I keep my promises. So get ready because your Muslim ass hole is about to be defiled!!” He screamed.“Oh….Allah!!” She moaned in anticipation of what was about to come. Donte was as slow and as gentle as possible letting her ass get used to his large cock. He pushed a little in each time, stopping when Fahima jumped and tried to pull herself away. Then he would proceed a little more. Months ago before her lust for Donte had grown to a crazy amount this was disgusting sinful act. Afterall, in the Quran anal sex was prohibited, yet here she was getting her Muslim ass fucked by big black infidel cock. Donte’s cock was stretching her to the limit. Her ass felt like it was being ripped apart It hurt her but she couldn’t deny the fact that she was loving it with each passing moment.”You love having a big black cock shoved up your Muslim ass?” He asked her.”Allah forgive me, but I do,” she whispered. “Fuck my Muslim ass, Donte….YA ALLAH IT HURTS!” Donte did just that. He thrust forwards while pulling her back onto his cock. She was never able to take more then ten inches, but the ten filled her good for now. It felt great, but there was something missing, something else that she wanted. She felt like such a slut when she realized what it was. She wanted another big black cock in her cunt whilst another fucked her ass. Her mind immediately went to the group of young black men and Jerome on the bus. She pictured Jerome beneath her thrusting his big cock deep in her pussy while sucking her breasts and Fahima came. It was a small orgasm compared to her last, but bigger then any she’d had with her husband and it was solely from having her ass fucked.Donte growled and thrust forwards. Fahima’s bowels immediately felt soaked. Donte yanked his cock back and out just in time to shoot several long strands of sperm across her back, some of it hit the back of her hijab. Donte turned her around and forced his cock down her throat. He wanted her to taste her ass hole on his cock. Instead of resisting she sucked his cock even more hungrily savouring the taste of her ass on his cock as her hijab covered head bobbed up and down. She ignored how foul the taste was and suck the huge black monster because that’s what Donte wanted her to do.Afterwards, he went to pee and clean up. Fahima exchanged places with him, taking a quick shower and struggling to get all the semen off her back. When she returned to the bedroom Donte was asleep. She left him there and went downstairs to call Ali and tell him about how her cousin was. She lied the whole time, not feeling an ounce of guilt. Donte had completely satisfied her and she’d never felt more like a woman then at that moment. After talking with Ali, she headed back upstairs and quietly slipped into bed beside the snoring black man.Fahima moaned in her sleep as she laid on her side. Her legs were spreading as something slid back and forth between her thighs. Her nipples were being pinched and tugged. She opened her eyes and blinked as the bedroom lights came on. She was still waking up when Donte’s cock slipped inside her from behind. She was soon thrusting her hips back, twisting herself so that she could lean back and kiss him. He lifted her leg so he could angle his cock in better and they made love like that for several minutes.Eventually, Donte grabbed her tightly and rolled her on top of him. His arms reached around to fondle her breasts while she turned her head to kiss him. “I want you in deeper inside of me master…oh Allah…your hijabi slut wants it deeper,” she moaned to him. Fahima sat up and rode his cock while facing away from him. She could see her tight light brown body in the wall mirror sitting on Donte’s dark black form. She found it very erotic and so sinful. Fahima jumped off him and spun around so that she could face him. This time they kissed again while she mounted him. They were still kissing twenty minutes later when Donte’s cock sprayed another load of his kuffar seed directly into her Muslim womb. Her scream of pleasure was muffled by his lips as she came with squirt of his cock.Fahima collapsed on top of him and turned her head to rest. His cock remained hard for awhile, slowly softening and shrinking until a stream of semen was able to leak on their crotches from her flooded womb. She fell asleep still joined with the black man, their crotches a sticky mess.Donte awoke at dawn and was delighted by the sight of a beautiful big breasted Pakistani woman with dark raven hair serving him breakfast in bed. The ravenous black man accepted the tray and began shovelling bacon and eggs in his mouth while Fahima began taking her special haram breakfast sausage in her mouth. Donte’s cock was still soft when she swallowed it, but it quickly hardened. She was pleased to see that at some point during the night, he had washed his crotch of their combined crusty fluids and he was relatively clean. Donte kept eating while she gave him a slow luxurious blow job. He finished breakfast before she finished hers and moved the tray over to her side of the bed, looking down at her while she looked up at him. His stare made her bob her head faster. Fahima was getting familiar to the signs his cock gave as it approached orgasm. The cock head swelled in her throat and she was completely prepared when it blew. Her cheeks swelled out, but she didn’t spill a drop, swallowing every bit and milking his mighty shaft for every last drop. When she was satisfied, she had drained his balls dry, she released his cock, gave the little bit of his urethra that was visible through his foreskin a little kiss as she gasped for air.Not long after the blowjob they were at it again one last time. Fahima had put on the spare abaya and hijab she had brought with her as she reluctantly prepared to leave but Donte had other plans. As he forced her to take off her abaya and told her to keep the hijab on this time. He got even more of a kick out of fucking her when she had the hijab on, as he was fucking a ‘true’ Muslim woman. Donte wasted no time as he lined up his cock to Fahima’s wet cunt. Donte was working it in and out of her, trying to get it in deeper. Slowly but surely he was completely inside of her. She felt the now amazing feeling of being full and stretched wide at the same time. It felt fantastic to be penetrated so deeply. Donte fucked her faster and faster, more brutal than before. Any notion of making love had gone out the window. He had one goal and that was to fill her cunt full of cum and send her packing to her husband for today. Fahima began thrash wildly as she began to cum. Her cunt tightened around Donte’s cock as he began to blow load after load of cum deep inside her Muslim pussy. Fahima could barely stand as she put back on her abaya. Donte walked her to the door. Before they parted, they shared a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining and exploring each others mouths. They both parted reluctantly from the kiss, Fahima more so. “Rest up my hijabi slut. I will see you in a couple of days,” he said as he smacked her ass. “Can’t wait!” Yelped Fahima as her ass stung. Soon Fahima was on the bus on her way to her husband, her ass was still extremely sore as she sat there thinking about all that had transpired. It was not long before she was home and in her husband’s arms as Donte’s cum trickled down her thighs under her abaya. Fahima smiled to her self as she felt it trickle down.

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