Thank you to Tahrima for helping edit this.
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The sound of the door slamming reverberates around the room. 21 year old Haleema Sulaiman could hear her parents arguing in the corridor.
“DID I RAISE A RANDI (whore)?!! SHE SHOULD BE MARRIED BEFORE SHE IS TOO OLD AND NO ONE WILL MARRY HER, LIKE YOUR SISTER.” Haleema’s father screamed at her Mother.
Haleema had recently graduated with honors in Psychology. She wanted to use this qualification to have a career and this was the cause of this rage and anger. Her mother always took the brunt of it and she bore the insults against her sister. Her Aunty never married and no one in the family really talked about it but her father always used it to insult her Mother. So Haleema soon realized this was something her father used to shame her mother. No one had even seen her aunt in the past decade, who was rumored to have been in a relationship with a Black man, a non Muslim. Which irked her father, but it didn’t take a lot to irk her father.
“I understand. She will not be like my sister. I will make sure of that. Let her pursue this and I will take care of the rest.” Her Mother reassures her Father. Haleema can hear the whole conversation despite them leaving the room. It hurt Haleema to see her beautiful mother’s face burdened with such sadness, unlike her father, her mother Shazia had maintained her beauty and looks despite being in her mid 40’s. Haleema had inherited her mother’s beauty and looks.
Haleema was only 21 and there were so many changes in her life and new expectations on her shoulders. She knew her parents were planning her marriage but in many ways she was naive and did not understand the world.
She had never had a boyfriend or spoken to a boy alone for more than a minute. She had always been curious but there was so much she did not understand about her body and her desires. She was acutely aware it was a sin to think about boys or sexual things before marriage.
Her Mother told her the news but conveyed that it was conditional on her quitting the job once they arranged her marriage. Haleema was unable to hide her glee at hearing this and hugged her Mother.
Haleema began applying for jobs at various practices but she had missed the deadline for internships and was now struggling to get any call backs.
She lost count at the many places she had applied but there were no calls. She began to believe that God simply did not want her to have a career. She knew it was against her Father’s wishes as he believed her role was as a dutiful daughter and then a dutiful wife. She was only allowed to go College because her parents hoped it would help her obtain better matches for marriage. They never intended for her to pursue a career. She had a younger brother who was studying to be a lawyer and his life was so much easier compared to hers.
It had been a month since she had applied but she had still had no replies. She had applied to all kinds of jobs in her field but there seemed to be no interest.
She had lost hope of finding a job when she received a call.
“Hello, this is Allison Allen from Therapy Matters. Am I speaking to Haleema Sulaiman?” The caller enquired.
Haleema sat up sharply as she all of a sudden realized this was her chance at a job. “Yes. Yes it is.” She replied swiftly.
“We have recently come across your enquiry for a job and you are invited for an interview tomorrow at noon with Mr. Sloan.” She had a matter of fact way of speaking and Haleema could not help but feel nervous.
The next morning Haleema wore her abaya and hijab. She wore a red abaya and hijab as she wanted it to seem different to the usual dreary black she wore. She wanted to make a good impression but sadly did not own any skirts or blouses that would make her look more professional. She also knew her Father would never allow her to wear such western clothing and she was lucky to be allowed to attend the interview. She never much enjoyed makeup and thought she should avoid it for her interview.
She arrived at a small office in the city. She did not know what she was expecting but she had pictured something bigger.
She was greeted by Allison who appeared to be mid to late 40’s. She seemed pleasant but there was sternness to her as she welcomed Haleema. She gave Haleema a strange look as she eyed her clothing.
“Please take a seat; I will let Mr. Sloan know you are here.” Allison tells Haleema.
Haleema picks up a magazine as she watches Allison return to her desk. Allison seems to be a secretary from what Haleema can gather. There do not appear to be any other employees.
“Mr. Sloan is ready to see you.” Announces Allison. She showed her to the door for Mr. Sloan.
Mr. Sloan was a large man who appeared to be in his mid to late 50’s. He was overweight as the years of fine dining and alcohol caught up with him. He was ugly and she found him unappealing. There was something about him that made Haleema feel uncomfortable. It was the way he looked at her up and down. She knew her dress was strange in this part of the world so excused these looks.
Haleema was right to feel uncomfortable at Mr. Sloan’s look. Unlike Allison, Mr. Sloan was looking with another intention; Haleema never really understood how her feminine assets affected males. Her Father knew all too well and hated the idea of his virgin daughter working in the world of perverted men. Mr. Sloan had noticed that despite her loose dress that she had a large pair of tits and the dress could not even contain the juiciness of her fat ass.
“Please take a seat, is it Hal-eema? Am I pronouncing that right?” He queried. “Yes. That is fine. Thank you for the interview.” She said nervously. She never expected him to get it right but she was glad to just be given the opportunity.
“Let me get straight to it. I am working to digitize my files. So I need an assistant to type up my case files on to the new system. I see this will be your first job in the field and it will be a great opportunity for you to study case files and maybe down the line I will let you get some hands on experience.” He explained to her.
“I want to learn and I would be grateful for the opportunity.” Haleema said eagerly.
“I am a straight talking man so I am just going to tell you straight. I deal with sexual deviancy. Some of my patients are ex-convicts or current prisoners. I just mean well, will you have a problem with that?” He said as he pointed to her dress. Haleema immediately felt uncomfortable at this suggestion and felt a little defensive.
“No, it is not a problem.” She replied with a strong tone.
“I am just curious. Are you married?” Mr. Sloan asked.
“No, Sir. Why do you ask?” Haleema wondered about the relevance.
“It is just my understanding that Muslim’s cannot have sex before marriage. Have you had sex?” He asked.
“I do not think that is relevant.” Haleema answered as she began to put her walls up.
“I don’t mean to offend you. It is just relevant to the job as you will deal with sexual issues.” Mr. Sloan kept his calm demeanor as he replied.
“Well no, I have never had sex. Will that be a problem?” Replied Haleema as she became insecure that her lack of sexual experience will cost her the job, despite how ridiculous it sounded.
Mr. Sloan felt his bulge grow in his pants as he heard this. Mr. Sloan had many women in his time but he had never been with a virgin. Haleema now had his attention.
“No, it will not be a problem. I just needed to know so I can guide you on issues that may arise.” Mr. Sloan calmly reassured her. Haleema took a sigh of relief as she was eager to start the job. She had some concerns as it was a culture shock for her but she was determined to prove to her parents that she could be strong and independent.
Haleema was told to start the following week. Mr. Sloan had security cameras set up in the reception area and he switched to the camera to watch Haleema’s bubbly butt as it left the office.
Larry Sloan leaned back in his seat as he tried to map out how he could possibly take the cherry of this sexy hijabi virgin. There was no way he would be seducing her with his looks and charm, he had to be manipulative and cunning.
Haleema went home over the moon that she had a job and was able to finally start her career. When she broke the news to her mother, there was a sense of disappointment she garnered from her Mother. This only made her more determined to be successful in her job.
There was something that made her uneasy about Mr. Sloan but she was determined to make it work.
She wore a black abaya and hijab on her first day. There was a gold trim on the dress that added some color. She knew it was not what women usually wore to the office. In a way she was lucky that it was a small office with just the three of them so she did not have to worry about being judged for what she wore.
Allison showed her around the office. There was not much to show but Allison made a tour of it. There was a small cramped kitchen area; the printer was just outside Mr. Sloan’s office and of course Mr. Sloan’s office.
Haleema had a desk next to Allison’s in the reception area. The office was quite small and there was not much space. Mr. Sloan had a larger office but he needed this to see patients.
She was given her first file to enter into the system. Mr. Sloan had mentioned to her that she needed to treat them as case studies so she could learn from them.
Larry Sloan leaned back in his chair as he watched Haleema on the security camera. He had selected this particular file for a reason and wanted to see the effect it had on her.
The first case was a young woman who was struggling to hold down a relationship due to nocturnal fantasies involving older men. She would detail lurid dreams of depraved sex with older men. The notes contained explicit details of the sex that was described and Larry Sloan enjoyed the idea of the innocent virgin Haleema reading such explicit details.
Haleema sat down at her desk and began to work. She wanted to make a good impression and began to transfer the notes on to the system.
Initially Haleema did not pay much attention to the notes and focused on getting them transferred. Once she had transferred most of the files on to the system she began to read the notes and tries to understand the case. Laura Jones was 24 when she first visited Mr. Sloan. She had trouble in her relationships due to her nocturnal fantasies. Haleema understood the relevance of dreams in manifesting psychological problems a person had repressed or not dealt with.
The dreams of Miss Jones were particularly telling as they centered on sexual interactions with older men. She often described them as much older in their 60’s. Haleema had not majored in sexual deviancy but she was briefly aware of such issues as she touched upon them. She was always awkward around these topics and tried to avoid them in her studies.
As the relationship develops between the therapist and patient, Miss Jones becomes more open. Haleema has an initial idea that this may be due to absent father issues. She continues to read the session notes as she gets more involved in the case.
Haleema can feel a tension between her legs as the sexual description becomes more detailed in the session. Miss Jones describes a dream about her boss. She describes her boss as an ugly older man and she does not find him attractive at all but in her dream she has the most depraved fantasies about him. Laura recalls the dream in which she is wearing a short skirt. Her boss scolds her for dressing slutty in the office but instead of being ashamed of it, she strips for him and he fucks her bending her over the desk.
Haleema sighed as she read the explicit notes.
“Are you ok, dear?” Allison asked over her screen bringing Haleema out of her thoughts.
“Yes, yes. I am good.” Haleema answered a little nervously.
“It is nearly lunch. You can take a break then.” Allison tells her.
Haleema takes her lunch at her desk as she does not know her way around the streets. She listens to prayers on her phone during her lunch break but for some reason her mind keeps drifting back to the notes of Laura.
In the afternoon she continues to read through the notes for Laura and is interested in the story. Her mind is absorbed by the case of Laura and the tension between her legs begins to grow.
As she reads to the end of the notes she discovers that Laura had repressed an affair she had with her step father at the age of 18 and it was these unresolved feelings that were causing these fantasies.
It is towards the end of the working day when Mr. Sloan calls her in to his office. Larry Sloan had noticed the sigh from Haleema and hoped to corrupt this innocent hijabi.
“I can see all the notes for the Laura Jones file are on the system. That is a good start. What did you think of the case?” Mr. Sloan asked as he looked up at her.
“I found it interesting. My initial thoughts were that there were some unresolved issues with her father. But I learned the importance of building the relationship to get to the real problems.” Haleema explains.
“Most patients will come into the office and think I will give them some magic answer. But to find real answers takes much longer. How did you handle the sexual aspects of it? If you have any questions, it is best to ask.” Mr. Sloan asked. He could see a tension in Haleema and her legs were clasped tight together.
“I found it good. It is not something I have majored in but I have a basic understanding.” Haleema replied.
“Ah. But no experience.” Mr. Sloan reminded her. “You did good today. You can leave a little early. I will see you in the morning.” Mr. Sloan says with a smile. Haleema is pleased at how nice Mr. Sloan is and has enjoyed her first day at work.
Haleema returns home and goes to her bedroom to change. At home, Haleema usually just wears pajamas and has her hair down. She only needs to wear the hijab when she is around unfamiliar men.
The clothes are placed back in the wardrobe and Haleema selects some pajamas to wear. Whilst sitting on the bed to slide on her pajamas, Haleema notices dampness on her panties. Haleema always wore large comfortable white or beige cotton panties.
Haleema slides the panties to mid thigh to inspect the unusual discharge. She had felt a tension between her legs all day and as she rubbed her finger along the wet streak on her panties she found her thoughts drifting back to the notes of Laura Jones.
Haleema told herself she needed to discover the cause of the discharge and gently touched her vaginal lips. She found them to be slick to touch and more engorged than usual.
The touches became more exploratory as her fingers easily glided over her wet lips. She lay back on the bed as she touched the sensitive part of her vagina. Her mind was on the notes from Laura. The fantasy of Laura and her boss. Only Haleema did not know what Laura or her boss looked like so in her mind she pictured Mr. Sloan as the older ugly boss. She pressed against the sensitive part as a moan escaped her lips. She quickly moved a hand to cover her mouth but she did not stop the exploratory touches. Only now the rubbing on the sensitive part began to increase.
Her breathing was becoming more erratic and the muffled moans more frequent. She could feel a crescendo building.
“Haleema! Are you coming down?” She heard her mother scream.
It brought her out of the intense feelings and she quickly changed into her pajamas. Her fingers were soaked with the discharge and she went to the bathroom to wash-up.
The next day she is in a good mood as she arrives at work. She wears the same outfit the next day. Allison tells her that Mr. Sloan is out of the office for the rest of the week as he will be visiting patients in the prison as part of their contract with the Prosecutors office. He has left files for Haleema to upload on to the system.
The rest of the week Haleema finds herself talking to Allison and getting to know her. Allison has no interest in the actual work and is just happy to do her tasks. Haleema misses discussing the case studies with Mr. Sloan as she feels she can learn a lot about him. The files left deal mainly with violent offenders and Haleema does not have the same kind of interest.
The following week, Haleema is pleased to see Mr. Sloan in the office again. She is wearing a light blue hijab this week as the weather is sunny.
Mr. Sloan calls her into the office early.
“Sorry I could not be here last week. How did you find the files last week?” Mr. Sloan asks.
“I had studied criminal behaviors and found most patients had similar backgrounds to my understanding of these crimes.” Haleema replied.
“They all need to be added to the system but I will try to find a more interesting case today for you to consider.” Mr. Sloan told her.
Later that morning Mr. Sloan dropped off the file of Sammie Brooks.
“You might find this interesting. It deals with addictive behaviors. I will let you discover it.” Mr. Sloan tells her before returning to his face.
Haleema begins to read the notes as she inputs the notes on the system. She is more relaxed now as she learns the file while adding the notes also.
Sammie Brooks was a single mother at the age of 39. There were obvious abandonment issues that Haleema detected, her parents were divorced, her husband left her and now her only son had left to pursue an acting career.
Haleema discovers that the addiction Ms Brooks had was not the usual gambling or alcohol addiction but an addiction to masturbating.
Haleema is shocked but also intrigued at the same time. She continues to read as she discovers how Sammie describes in detail how she masturbates. The way she caresses her breasts, the rougher she becomes with her nipples as she becomes more aroused. The way she plays with her ‘clit’. Haleema had never heard this word before but the more she read the notes, the more she began to understand that what she was putting pressure on the evening before was the same thing.
Larry Sloan was watching Haleema intensely as she read the file of Sammie Brooks. He wanted to know the effect these files would have on her. It was very subtle but he could sense the explicit stories having an arousing effect on her. The signs were very subtle and he had to look closely for them. It might maybe a sigh, a swallow, squeezing her legs or even the way she bites her pen. Larry was struggling to get any work done as he spent most of the morning watching her.
It was later in the afternoon when Mr. Sloan called Haleema into the office.
“How did you find the Brooks case study?” Asked Mr. Sloan. He was interested in how it affected her.
“I found it interesting how the addiction manifested from the abandonment. It is much like alcohol addiction that need to feel a rush to forget your own problems.” Haleema explains.
“The interesting part for me was her particular addiction. Usually a middle aged woman reaches for the wine glass. Masturbation addiction is usually associated with porn addiction in younger men. The addiction stemmed from her having an unsatisfactory sex life and an inability to form healthy relationships with the opposite sex due to her parents’ divorce. Also she had an increased sex drive due to the fear of menopause.” Mr. Sloan explained. Haleema realized there was so much she had to learn.
Whilst changing after work she noticed that her panties had that same discharge once more. She removed her large bra as she recalled how Sammie described the way she masturbated.
Her nipples are so erect and stiff as she gently touches them. They are so sensitive to the touch. Her skin is a creamy coffee color but her nipples are a dark chocolate color. Her breasts developed early and they now are 34E. She gently caresses her breasts as she takes a deep breath.
Her body feels so alert and alive. She holds the breasts in her hands feeling their weight. She feels a strong arousal in her body.
She begins to gently squeeze her breasts as another moan escapes her lips.
She lies back on the bed and moves her hand down between her legs. She finds the sensitive part of her vagina or as Sammie called it, the clit.
She begins to press her fingers against it as her other hand covers her mouth. Her mind creates the scene of Mr. Sloan bending Laura over his desk. Only she can see herself in the place of Laura. She does not know where this thought has come from but it only adds fuel to her arousal. She presses harder and harder against her clit as she can feel that crescendo building once more. She wants to keep pushing herself.
**BANG BANG BANG**
“Are you trying to anger your father?! Come down right now!” Haleema can hear her Mum screaming through the door.
“Ya Allah!” Haleema says in frustration. Luckily her words are muffled by her hand.
“Sorry, I was just changing. I will be down in a minute.” Haleema says through gritted teeth.
The next few days at work nothing interesting happens at work and Haleema is able to forget these strange new feelings. On the Friday, Haleema is in the kitchen microwaving her lunch that her Mother had made.
“I just came for a coffee. Do you mind if I just squeeze by?” She hears Mr. Sloan ask.
“Yes sure.” She found herself saying despite knowing it was a small space and Mr. Sloan would struggle to pass.
Mr. Sloan tried to squeeze pass but it was a small space and as he got behind her his crotch was against her ass.
“We really need to make this kitchen bigger,” Mr. Sloan says.
As they struggle, Haleema feels Mr. Sloan’s cock against her ass despite them being fully clothed. Mr. Sloan put his hand on the worktop in front of Haleema as he tried to get leverage to move pass Haleema but this caused his arm to press against Haleema’s large breasts. Despite the awkward situation Haleema feels that tension between her legs once more. She wonders why this would cause that feeling within her. She can hear Mr. Sloan grunting as he tries to move. This only causes the contact between his crotch and her ass to become greater.
“I think we are stuck. Don’t force it,” Haleema offers and Mr. Sloan’s movements become slower but as his cock gently rubs against her ass, as she finds the tension between her legs begins to grow.
“I will try something.” Mr. Sloan offers as he places a hand on her hip.
“Okay,” Haleema replies.
She can feel Mr. Sloan try to dislodge himself from the position and holds on to the worktop. Her breathing is becoming shallow as the contact is arousing her. She leans forward against the worktop as she has a similar feeling from the times she tried to masturbate.
“I think this might work,” Mr. Sloan tells her. He places his other hand on her hip.
They didn’t seem to be moving but the contact between them had increased. She could feel Mr. Sloan’s hands move up her hips. He is now thrusting up against her ass and she is pushing back against him. His hands move up her waist and rest just below her breasts. She lets out a moan as she caresses the underside of her breasts to her embarrassment. She quickly covers her mouth with her hand.
Mr. Sloan feels bolder and feels more of her breasts over her abaya. Haleema’s fantasies begin to take over as she imagines being bent over Mr. Sloan’s desk and fucked as in her fantasy. She feels him squeeze her breasts and her moans become more frequent. She hopes Allison does not hear as she muffles her sounds. Haleema could feel that crescendo build once more. She did not want it to end. She needed it now more than ever. She could feel the intensity of Mr. Sloan take on another level as she finally feels a climax take over her body and collapses against the worktop. Mr. Sloan is finally able to free himself as Haleema takes a couple of minutes to regain her composure and her feet.
“I am so sorry about that. I think there should only be one person at a time in the kitchen.” Mr. Sloan tells Haleema, his tone sounded a little apologetic. It seeded some doubt in her mind that perhaps what had just transpired was an accident. But it was a fleeting thought, it was unmistakable that it wasn’t an accident. Haleema was a little lost in thought when Allison arrived in the kitchen area.
“Are you ok, dear?” She said as she tried to pass her in the kitchen.
Worried that she might ‘stuck’ again. Haleema looked back in surprise to find Allison pass easily. She put down the situation to Mr. Sloan’s larger size but she had even more doubt in her mind now. Her mother had always told her to be careful about men in the work place and now she told herself to be careful around Mr. Sloan.
That evening when Haleema changed her clothes she realized that discharge had now completely soaked her panties and even soaked her legging that she wore under her abaya. The following week went normal and nothing of note happened. The cases she entered on to the system were not particularly interesting and did not arouse her interest as the cases of Laura and Sammie did. Mr. Sloan guided Haleema on her understanding of the files and she appreciated that. Haleema had been working with Mr. Sloan for 4 weeks now and she was beginning to feel much more settled.
Haleema had arrived that day wearing a red abaya and hijab she had started to wear different designs of abayas and different colors too. She enjoyed experimenting what little she could with her clothing. It showed just how comfortable and confident she was becoming with each passing day at work.
She was starting to feel more and more independent, her job kept her from thinking about the restrictions her parents and culture had placed on her, so she felt this job was even more important to her personally than others. She was brought out of her inner musings when Mr. Sloan asked her to collect a file from his office in the morning; he was struggling to get the file out. Which she found rather odd. But she didn’t bring it up like the good assistant she was she made her way in to his office.
“You will find Karen Thomas’ file it at the bottom of the cabinet. I am busy today and do not have the time to find it.” He told her.
Haleema bent over to collect the file. Larry Sloan’s eyes were glued to her fat juicy ass. The file was at the back of the cabinet and she had to dig around to find it. Her ass wiggled in the air as she tried to find it. The fabric of her abaya stretching as it tried to contain her large ass.
“You look good down there,” said Mr. Sloan muttered nonchalantly, he could not help but stare at it and pass a comment.
Haleema did not register the comment as she struggled to dig out the file. She finally pulled it out, a little out of breath and stood back up.
“I can see why you did not want to look for it. Did you say something Mr. Sloan?” Haleema said with a relieved smile.
“I just said it looks like a struggle.” Mr. Sloan said.
Haleema was sure she heard something else but did not question it. She took the file and walked out of the office, her hips swaying from side to side which Mr. Sloan could not help but notice. Haleema sat down at her desk, and she read through the file of Karen Thomas. Karen’s story was different to the others. There was a level of darkness and tragedy to it that the others did not have.
Karen was in an abusive relationship early in her life and now she was only able to orgasm through rough sex, ruining relationship with men that were not like her ex. Karen went on to detail rough sex including choking, spanking, caning, hair pulling etc. Haleema found that old tension return between her legs as she input the notes for Karen Thomas. The graphic details described by Karen had her more aroused than usual. She was struggling to make it through the day and hide her aroused feelings.
Larry Sloan was able to see the heightened aroused state of Haleema. He decided he would make a move today, plus he didn’t know how patient he could be. She had some documents in the file that she had to scan on to the system. She went to the printer to scan the documents.
Larry felt like this was moment and that he would test her. He walked passed her and groped her ass without breaking stride, almost as if it had not happened. Haleema turned around in shock but Mr. Sloan continued to walk away towards the kitchen as though nothing had happened. Haleema was shocked and in her highly aroused state she did not know how to react.
She was confused at first denying that anything happened, then trying to come with an excuse to justify, that it must have been an accident. But her rational side pushed back against that logic, this was the second time an “accident” happened between her and Mr. Sloan. She was now sure more than ever that it wasn’t an accident, coupled with the looks he had been giving her ever since she started; she was once again reminded of what her mother said about some men. She shouldn’t have been shocked after all in the past few years there had been ton of reports of such behavior in work places all over the news, the #Metoo movement had been everywhere. She realized that she had just experienced the same level of harassment as those women. She came back to her seat and was upset and confused. It was obvious to Allison that Haleema was not herself; her usually happy disposition was gone. Allison came over to Haleema and crouched down to talk to her.
“Are you ok, dear? You seem a little upset.” Allison asked in gentle and maternal tone.
“It is nothing,” Haleema said but still visibly upset, trying to convince Allison and herself that it was nothing.
“Come on, dearie. You can tell me.” Allison said as she put her hand on Haleema’s arm.
“Mr. Sloan groped me, and it wasn’t the first time either,” Haleema said breaking down.
Allison was taken aback hearing Haleema. She did not expect that. Mr. Sloan had always been good with her and he was generous. Not once had he shown any inclination of ever being one of those creepy bosses that were getting outed on social media and the news.
“Are you sure, dearie? I mean Mr. Sloan is not that type of man. Do you think or do you know? Are you sure it wasn’t an accident?” Allison tried to reason.
“It wasn’t an accident. It happened. Just forget it.” Haleema said in frustration, thinking that it was pointless.
“Okay. Okay. I believe you. Let’s go see Mr. Sloan now.” Allison told her and took hold of Haleema’s hand dragging her to the office. She did not give Haleema a chance to protest, because Haleema did not think confronting Mr. Sloan directly was the right option, plus she was still upset and processing it all, she was in a fragile state. But she didn’t get a chance to say any of that before Allison knocked on Mr. Sloan’s door. Haleema was still a little nervous but seeing Allison so worked up and angry, seeing Allison look so confident made her in turn feel confident, made her believe that this could be resolved.
“Come in,” Mr. Sloan announced.
“Sir, Haleema has come to me to tell me that you groped her at the printer.” Allison said in a soft but firm tone. Belying the seriousness of the situation as she stared at Mr. Sloan with some anger in her eyes.
Mr. Sloan looked up in shock.
“What did you just say?” Mr. Sloan said in shock.
“Sir, I mean it was Haleema that said you groped her.” Allison repeated.
“I most certainly did not. How long have I known you, Allison? How can you accuse me like that? I’m old enough to be the girl’s father, hell even her grandfather. How could you say something like that Allison, have not always treated you and all other women respect. Have you heard any of my female clients complain despite me dealing with such sexual matters!” Mr. Sloan said incredulously, playing the victim and innocent man card perfectly.
“Sir, the young woman said it.” She seemed to be losing confidence, the anger in her eyes disappearing replaced with uncertainty, and the fear that she had wrongfully. This doubt seeped in to Haleema who already had tears forming in her eyes.
“Well, I have proof I did no such thing. There are cameras in the office.” Mr. Sloan said in an angry and defiant tone.
He turned the monitor to them and replayed the moment he passed Haleema. The angle was not the greatest but it showed him just walking passed. But his hand was out of shot.
“Where have I stopped to grope her? Show me. Go on.” He angrily shouted at Allison. Haleema wanted to speak up and remind them both that she didn’t say he stopped to grope her, that he did whilst walking by. But his angry tone scared her along with Allison.
“Sir, I am so sorry. I should have never believed her.” Allison said as she began to cry, as she fully believed that she had accused her boss wrongly. She felt stupid for believing Haleema a girl she barely knew over Mr. Sloan a man who had looked out for her, and one she had known for a long time.
“Just go home and I will deal with you in the morning.” He said to Allison. Who turned around and left the office, sobbing, embarrassed.
“You will no longer be needed.” Larry spoke calmly once he heard Allison leave, turning his angry eyes at Haleema.
Haleema broke down crying as she thought about having to explain this to her parents. And that their reaction would be to get her married immediately, telling her how they were right, or worse they would send her to Pakistan to get married to someone there. And she would be resigned to a life of captivity, of being just a housewife, the little freedom and independence she had gained here would be gone completely.
“I am sorry. Sir. I am just so confused. Please forgive me, I didn’t want to confront you, I told Allison it was nothing, please Sir forgive.” Begged Haleema, as tears cascaded down her delicate cheeks.
“It is too late. You accused me of something so heinous.” Mr. Sloan told her.
“Please Mr. Sloan. I will accept whatever punishment. Just please don’t fire me.” Haleema pleaded once more, her voice cracking as she continued to sob.
“You deserve punishment. You really do.” He stated.
“Sir, I do. I am sorry. Please just punish me in any way you see fit but I need this job. Please Sir.” Haleema continued her desperate pleading.
Mr. Sloan was silent for a moment as he thought about what he could do. He already knew what to do but he enjoyed putting this act on.
“Please, sir?” Haleema asked once more, believing that she had gotten through to him.
“You will accept any punishment I decide?” Mr. Sloan asked.
“Yes. Anything you decide.” She repeated out of desperation.
“I have decided that you need to be spanked. 25 times. If you accept, put your hands on the desk and lean over, if you do not want the punishment, you can leave the office.” Mr. Sloan calmly said.
Haleema did not expect this. A spanking? She looked at the door and considered her options. She took a few moments before she walked towards the open door. Larry Sloan had played his cards and the virgin was about to walk away, he did not expect that. He was fully convinced that he had her. Haleema all of a sudden stopped at the door and held the handle. Instead of walking out of the door she closed the door and turned to Larry Sloane. To her the fate she would be resigned to if she lost this job somehow seemed worse in her fragile mind. A quick smile flashed across Larry’s face as he watched the young woman close the door. He had her.
“I accept the punishment.” She declared, her voice shaking along with her body as she walked over towards the table and placed her hands on it, leaning over it. Larry walked around behind her, the smile on his face was even wider now. He held her abaya and began to pull it up.
Haleema panicked and tried to reach behind to stop but in the process lost her balance and hit her face into the table. Larry placed his hand on the back of her head keeping her down.
“Sir, why are you pulling up my dress?” Asked Haleema despite the agony.
“It wouldn’t be a spanking if you kept your clothes on. You need to feel this punishment. Just relax and you will get through it.” Larry reassured her, trying to hide the giddiness in his voice as best as he could.
Haleema felt her resistance fade as she let Mr. Sloan take control, she had to, this job meant too much to her. He lifted her abaya up to her waist and made her hold it up. He then pulled down her leggings and she felt herself become exposed to his gaze. He then hooked his fingers into her panties.
“No. Please. Just leave them on. Just give me something.” She pleaded.
Larry removed his fingers from her panties and left them on. Instead he bunched them up between her ass crack, turning it into a thong of sorts. It was a ploy to show her that he did not have a heart, when in fact he didn’t. It was just another move for him, this was all a game, one that he was enjoying. Haleema breathed a sigh of relief at not being completely exposed.
“You need to count each spank. I will the rub it afterwards to soothe the pain. Not that you deserve it.” Larry tells her, once again hammering home that despite his cruel act that he would be nice to her, despite her being the one who made the mistake he would show her some mercy. Another ploy to make her believe that he was the benevolent and innocent boss she wrongfully accused. The carrot and the stick method, it always worked.
Larry raises his hand and brings it down hard onto her fat juicy ass. The sound of the hand flesh reverberates around the room. Haleema feels a sharp stinging pain but recalls her instructions.
“One!” Haleema screams in agony.
Larry lets his hand rest on her ass as he rubs it soothing the pain. He drags the tips of his fingers against her wet panties as he soothes her ass. He can sense she is enjoying the soothing rub after the hard spank. He repeats this 4 times and senses her panties getting wetter.
Haleema is in a highly aroused state. The spanking combined with the soothing rub was arousing Haleema, she could sense she was getting moist from this experience as she tried to focus on trying to get through it.
Larry Sloan became more confident over Haleema’s submission and on the next spank he alternated to the other cheek. He heard Haleema yelp and it seemed to take her by surprise.
“Six,” she said. Remembering to keep count.
This time Larry rubbed a little longer and even let a finger rub along the centre of the panties. This brought a sigh from Haleema. Larry noted that she did not protest. He repeated the same action 4 more times. He was pushing his limits in slow increments as he thought about how far he could go.
He alternated back to the right cheek on the next spank and this time as he rubbed her ass cheek he began to push his finger inside her panties. Haleema began to protest at this and he did not push it too far. On the next one he repeated this but this time moved his whole hand over her panty covered mound and rubbed.
“Mmmhmmm,” instead of protesting, Haleema let out a moan. He repeated this until she had reached twenty. He could sense her arousal was building and now he hooked his fingers inside of her panties but this time there was no protest. He looked over and Haleema had her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensations.
He slid the panties down to mid thigh. They were completely drenched and unable to contain her juices. He spanked her again.
“Twenty one. Mmmmmmhmmm.” Haleema moaned. Larry became bolder as he now began to rub her slick lips. Haleema was unable to contain her moans as Larry expertly massaged her pussy. Larry stopped as he sensed her orgasm getting close. He spanked her again and repeated the same massage but cutting it shorter this time.
“Twenty threeee. Mhmmmmmmmm.” Haleema moaned. Larry rubbed her juicy ass slowly and quickly moved over to her wet juicy cunt.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh ALLAHHHHHH!!.” Haleema moaned as Larry rubbed her clit cackling like a madman. Larry was playing her like an instrument. Manipulating the virgin Muslim bitch the way he wanted to. He pulled away as soon as he felt she was close once more. He could sense the disappointment in her body as he stopped massaging her. Larry spanked her one more time but did not rub her for long this time. Larry lifted his hand once more to spank her for the final time.
“Please can you rub for longer after this one.” Haleema asks, her tone was that of a person pleading for it.
Larry couldn’t help but burst out laughing little as he brings hand down once more on her fleshy ass.
“Twenty five. Mmmmhhmmmmmm.” Haleema moans once more. Larry begins to massage both fat cheeks with his hands as he slowly soothes the pain.
Larry moves his hands quickly to her juicy cunt. He rubs her lips while flicking her clit. Each flick brings an “oh” from her lips. Larry then rubs her clit with his thumb as he uses his other hand to spread her cheeks. He enjoyed the contrast of her dusky brown skin against his pale white skin. There was something so erotic about it, about him laying down the foundation to go further with this slut that it almost made him burst his in his pants. But Larry was able to control himself for now.
“Mmmmm…Yess…oh..Allahhh!!” Haleema moans and Larry knows just how close she is, Haleema was far more wet now than she had been before. He tries to insert his finger inside of her but only his tip goes in due to the tightness of her virgin cunt. He can feel the cunt tightening its grip on the tip of his finger. He then feels her convulse as she reaches her orgasm.
“OH ALLAHHHH!! MR SLOANNNN!! I’M SORRYYY!!” she screams out in ecstasy, she is shocked by the way she sounds. She almost sounds unrecognizable, as if it was a different woman who was experiencing earth shattering orgasms and not her. It feels like her whole body is on fire, as she continues to convulse, she feels herself squirting all over the desk.. Larry moves away to let Haleema recover and to enjoy the sight of his work. He felt proud of how he was able to manipulate Haleema in to doing what he wanted. But this was only the first step.
Haleema is spent for a few minutes recovering, breathing heavily. She felt some sweat on her forehead, despite it not being all that hot. She had never felt anything like that. It was like all the women in the case files, how they described an orgasm as one of the best feelings yet could never fully put it into words. She remembered what Karen said in her file about not being able to put it in to words that it was something one had to experience. And Haleema had most definitely experienced it. She thought about all the scandalous cases she had gone through the past few weeks, thinking about them had aroused her even more during her punishment.
She was finally able to gather her senses and pull up her panties and leggings before letting her abaya fall back down. Her legs felt like jelly as she tried to stand up straight.
“Than…thank..You…you…Sir, for…for…giving me..Ano..Another chance…I’m…sorry…once again..” she replied, her voice shaky as she stood before him.
“I hope you now realize what happens when you try to ruin a good mans reputation. I respect how you handled the punishment and I hope you learn from this.” He declared, as he pretended that there was no sexual gratification for him.
“Look at the mess you made on my desk, what could have caused this?” He smiled widely at her as pushed her even more. He wanted to humiliate her even more. Haleema was appalled at the excretions and flushed with embarrassment but she didn’t know how to explain what was happening with her body.
“Sir, I am so sorry. I..Uhm…don’t know what caused it. I have never been spanked before and I think it was the pain.” Haleema stammered.
Larry rubbed his fingers into the puddle Haleema had caused and brought the wet fingers to his nose. He sniffed his fingers and then brought them to his lips and licked them. Haleema went a deeper shade of red as she felt the shame of her orgasm.
“It tastes like you enjoyed it. Did you enjoy the punishment?” Larry asked with a devilish smile.
“Ye…no. I mean no. I did not.” Haleema quickly cut herself off from revealing her true feelings.
Larry raised an eyebrow to suggest he knew she was denying her true experience.
“I hope to see you bright and early tomorrow. It will be a fresh start.”
Larry was enjoying the games and the torment, he was a predator who was fattening up his prey before devouring it.