There was a spring in Khadijah’s step as she felt an energy and confidence that had been zapped from her life following her divorce.
She had become reclusive in the years since her divorce but everything had changed now she was with George. She never worked following her divorce and lived modestly on her divorce settlement.
Following her recent change of mood, she found herself searching for jobs. She wanted to do something meaningful with her life and applied at a women’s charity. She always enjoyed doing charity work through the Mosque but as that was no longer an option, she wanted to do some real work with women that needed help.
Khadijah found a job in the city at a progressive women’s charity. Khadijah travelled on the subway in to work and it would conjure up memories of being a student when she travelled to University and that one time she was groped on the train. She would feel a heat between her legs as she recalled the events all those years ago.
George and Khadijah would have sex every night and she needed a daily dose of dick to keep her high sex drive at bay. She was feeling a sense of satisfaction after being sexually frustrated during her marriage and after her divorce
It was after a weeks that George told her he was going on a hunting trip with Henry. Khadijah’s mind went back to the poker game with Henry and she wondered if George would let her join them on their break but he was adamant that it was going to be a boys week away.
There was a disappointment Khadijah felt as she hoped for another opportunity to invite Henry to their bed. She loved being fucked by two men and wanted to explore group sex. George was becoming more comfortable in Khadijah’s apartment and spent most nights there. He did not invite her to his apartment and she had never seen the inside of it. This was mainly due to the fact that he had a computer set up monitoring the cameras in her apartment.
Despite now being in a relationship with Khadijah, George could not switch off the cameras. He would always watch her when he was not with her. She was beginning to encompass his whole life. There was a growing need to control Khadijah as George felt he was losing control of her. Khadijah felt she was finally off her husband’s leash and she wanted to explore the fantasies that she had always had but never had the courage to experience. George became extremely jealous that Khadijah had asked him on occasion to invite Henry back to their bed. He felt more possessive and wanted her to himself.
As a way of trying to control his obsessive behavior, he thought a week away without the cameras and any sex would help him get some control over his obsession. He also wanted to keep Khadijah to wait to experience some abstinence as she was tiring him out.
The relationship had been intense and the sex was amazing but Khadijah felt a week apart may be good for them to get some perspective. But Khadijah had not factored her sex drive into her thinking. She had grown accustomed to climaxing on his hard dick every night but she was now going to have to abstain.
It was her first night without George fucking her in several positions. She was resolute that she would not give in to her desire to pleasure herself until George returned. She was committed to a relationship despite his controlling behavior.
The first night was tough and she had hot flashes all night as her body missed the release it had become accustomed to.
She managed to survive the night but she was in a really horny mood the next morning. She woke up to find a hand inside of her panties and the other clutching her breast. She had a cold shower in the morning to wake herself up and shake the horny thoughts.
She wore a slutty red lace briefs and a cute red push up bra. She loved to dress sexy no matter where she was going.
It was the middle of summer and she usually wore long maxi dresses during the summer. This morning she picked out a light yellow dress. She liked the dress as it was a thin cotton material that let her skin breathe under the dress. She wore high heels, she enjoyed wearing heels as she was often told it helped her ass stand out.
She was rushing for the train as she was running late and could not afford to wait for the next one.
She managed to squeeze in between two well dressed men. One of the men seemed young, no more than 21. He had headphones on and seemed to be in his own world. The other man was older with grey hair and a sharp business suit. He was holding the handrail above his head.
It was slightly uncomfortable and everyone seemed to be bumping and resting against each other. As the train bumped and rode along she felt something hard and persistent against her thigh. She presumed it was the young man’s bag against her thigh.
The object against her thigh began to move up and down against her thigh but Khadijah tried to ignore it. She was already in a horny mood and her mind was in danger of getting carried away. She consoled herself that this was just innocent touching and she should ignore it.
The train eventually stopped and she felt the young man bump against her and she now felt his hand flush against her fat ass cheek. She sighed at the contact and as she turned to leave her hand with a mind of its own brushed against his crotch. She flushed red as she realized what was rubbing against her thigh.
The day in the office was busy and it kept Khadijah distracted. Khadijah was working on a case of a young Muslim woman that was struggling to leave an abusive husband. Fatima was 24 and was in an abusive relationship. Her husband controlled everything she did. She was not allowed a mobile phone or to meet anyone from outside. She would sneak to meetings at the women’s charity and Khadijah was looking for alternative accommodation for her. This was a struggle as the charity was at capacity in terms of accommodation and she was unable to find her a place to stay. She promised to find something for her as soon as possible.
The day had kept Khadijah distracted from her lustful thoughts but as she returned to the subway to catch her train home, those thoughts returned. She knew it was down to her experience as a younger woman when she was groped on the train and it was an experienced that became a fantasy for her. She always liked the idea of a forceful male.
The train was quiet and there wasn’t the same contact she had experienced in the morning.
Thomas Johnson was also on the train but he was not someone that Khadijah would notice but he certainly noticed her.
Tommy as he was known to his friends, found himself in a crisis point in his life. He had lost his job 3 months ago during the pandemic and at the age of 60 he was unable to find another job. He had money to comfortably live but he missed the daily grind. Tommy was tall and had a good natural physique but he had recently taken to day drinking.
Despite no longer having a reason to go into the city, he found himself on the subway train every morning out of habit. He would spend the day in the city before returning home.. He had noticed Khadijah two weeks earlier. She had a fresh look about her unlike the usual tired office ladies and their stale make up.
There was a change Tommy noticed this particular day about this woman. She seemed distracted in her thoughts and he noticed the brush against the strangers crotch despite everyone else being oblivious to it.
On the train ride back he noticed the hijabi woman watching other men on the train with hungry eyes. He looked ahead when she glanced in his direction. There seemed to be a hunger about her today that was different to what he had seen before.
The train had a bump and she fell into a man that was behind her. It was an innocuous coming together that was common during rush hour but Tommy noticed that she pressed her ass back into him. This was missed by all around him but not by him.
Instead of staying on the train as he would usually, he usually alighted two stops later, he found himself getting off the train behind this hijabi woman. He watched as she elegantly walked along the streets. It was the height of summer and the dress seemed to cling to her body. He imagined the sweat on her body holding her dress in place. There was something about her that was drawing him in. He was following her like an animal stalks their prey. He sensed she was a bitch in heat.
Tommy felt something he had not in some time. He had lost any resemblance of a libido once he lost his job but as he watched this hijabi walk along the streets, he felt those old feelings begin to stir and there was an unmistakable erection in his trousers. He watched as she entered her apartment building before making his way home.
Khadijah was relieved to be home and stripped out of her dress as she stood before the mirror. Her body looked so good as she looked at herself in the mirror. She began to run her hands over her large breasts and squeezed them over the bra cups. She took a breath as she felt a tingle of excitement run through her body.
She reached down and touched between her legs. Her briefs were completely soaked with her fluids. Her aroused state was obvious.
The week was going to be a struggle and she decided to release some of the tension that was building up inside of her.
She picked up her laptop and went to the internet page with the erotic stories she loved so much. Only this time the only stories she wanted to read involved women being groped on the train.
She was becoming so horny and hot from reading the steamy action that she was pulling her tits by her nipples and letting them slap back against her body.
She was feeling so hot and horny and began to flick her clit as the story became more and more steamy.
She shoved two fingers into her cunt and began to fuck herself roughly.
Her other hand slapping her fat tits as she began to lose herself to her lust.
“Yaaaaaa Aallllllaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” She screamed as she finally came.
She was able to sleep a little easier that night but her dreams were plagued by thoughts of being groped and fucked on the train. She woke up wet and sweaty from the hot night. She needed another cold shower to freshen up for the work day.
There was a tendency towards conservative dresses for Khadijah but today she was feeling a little naughty.
She decided to pick out a pencil skirt and a silk blouse. She chose to wear stockings under her skirt. For most girls the knee length skirt she had picked out would be considered rather mundane office wear but for Khadijah who had only worn abaya’s and other traditional Islamic dresses, this was a significant withdrawal from her usual practice. She was feeling sexy while watching her curves and body straining against her clothes in the mirror. Her ass looked like it was begging to be spanked.
Underneath her office clothes she was wearing a slutty quarter cup bra and the smallest thong she could find. It was a g string thong and she felt so horny this morning.
She was always light with makeup and only ever touched up her skin. She had a red lipstick on today which reflected her horny mood. She wore black strappy high heels and her red hijab to complete the outfit.
Once more Khadijah had to squeezed on to the train between two different men. She had her back to Tommy but she never really paid attention or noticed the older man. Tommy brushed a hand against Khadijah’s ass but she did not seem to notice or object. Her ass looked so tempting in the pencil skirt and Tommy was determined to grope the horny slut today.
Tommy placed a flat palm against her ass and initially just held it against her. Khadijah had felt the brush but did not feel it was intentional but there was no mistaking the hand that was now resting against her cheeks. She could not see the man that placed his hand there. She was in a conflict, she knew the correct action would be to remove the hand but those desires and fantasies had not left her and despite her orgasm last night she did not want to object to this strangers touch. Once he was confident there would be no protest he began to move it around and her fat juicy ass.
Tommy moved slightly so that he was directly behind Khadijah now and he was rubbing his cock between Khadijah’s fat ass cheeks. This escalation was a calculated risk from Tommy, he could sense that Khadijah was a bitch in heat and he was now going to test his theory.
The instinct within Khadijah was to feel the length of his fat cock and she rubbed up and down it with her ass. Tommy began to thrust against Khadijah as he ran his hands up the side of her body to her breasts.
There was now a real tension within Khadijah as this stranger was feeling her breasts on a public train and he was becoming bolder. She had to stop but at the same time she craved this perverted attention.
His thrusting was forceful and she begins to grind back against him. She could not stop and she definitely did not want to. She reached behind her and began to rub his crotch over his trousers. She needed so much more. She began to pull his zipper down and snaked her hand into his fly.
Tommy’s breath caught in his throat as she took him by surprise. Khadijah pulled his cock out and began to furiously stroke it.
Tommy was in high heaven and he began to grope and squeeze her breasts even harder. Tommy hitched her skirt up and began to rub her between her legs expecting her to stop him. Only Khadijah did not stop him but she began to stroke him faster.
Tommy had never felt so excited in his life and he was surely not going to last long. Khadijah could feel his arousal building and quickly turned and dropped to her knees. To those around her it seemed like she had dropped something and was picking it up. But as she dropped to her knees she took Tommy’s large cock into her mouth and she felt a torrent of semen hit the back of her throat. Tommy could not hold back any longer and released all that pent up cum.
Khadijah got up but before she could get a look at the stranger the commuters began to stream out as they arrived at the city. Tommy tucked himself away and took a seat at the back of the train as he tried to regain his breath. Khadijah used her finger to scoop up the excess cum dripping from the side of her mouth as she made her way to work.
Khadijah was shocked at her own behavior. It was one thing to give into her desires at home but in public it was not something she thought she was capable of doing. She had to admit that she found it extremely arousing.
Khadijah was having a quiet day in the office and her mind kept drifting back to the experience on the train. The thread on her button between her cleavage was loose following the aggressive groping on the train and she began to subconsciously play with it.
She was alone in her office and she glanced at the door to check it was closed. She inserted two fingers through the gap in her blouse and began to touch her breasts. She let out a sigh at the touch. She did not understand why she was feeling so horny. She had more sex in the last month than ever before but she never felt satiated. She still yearned for more.
She heard the door handle move down and quickly moved her fingers out of her blouse and adjusted herself. She tried to shake the feelings off as she regained her composure.
By the end of the day Khadijah was looking forward to be going home so she could finger these feelings away. A darker side of her wished she would encounter that pervert once more on the train.
Khadijah was late leaving the office as she had to finish up some paperwork for Fatima’s accommodation as she had managed to source a flat share for her. She was tired and was eager to get home as she wanted to take care of her needs.
The train was quiet as she had missed the rush hour commuters. She was able to find a seat in a relatively quiet carriage. Just before the doors closed an older gentleman entered the carriage.
He was wearing a flat cap and dark framed glasses. He had a rolled up newspaper in his hand. He was tall and was carrying a beer gut. The carriage was empty but for an old lady sat at the front of the carriage. For some reason unknown to Khadijah the old man took the seat next to Khadijah. His hand was brushing against her thigh.
Khadijah shuffled slightly away from him to give him some space but they were still sat pretty close to each other and only a few centimeters apart. The old man unfurled his paper and held it to the side of him.
Khadijah picked up her phone from her bag to distract herself as he seemed to be acting strange.
All of a sudden I heard a zipper being pulled down and I looked to my side to see a large fat white cock. The dirty old man had pulled out his cock like it was the usual thing to do. He was already so hard. Khadijah could not believe how big and thick the cock was. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen and she wondered if she could fit her hand around it. She looked around in a panic but the old woman’s view was blocked by the unfurled newspaper.
Khadijah looked back and she was lost in thought as she began take in the cock in more detail. Almost instinctively she began to reach out for it. There was a need to touch it or feel it deep within her.
She gulped the saliva in her mouth and tried to gather her thoughts. She quickly stopped herself before she did anything and looked back at her phone.
The stranger casually opened his newspaper and appeared to be reading his paper as though it was the most casual thing in the world. Khadijah could not believe the surreal atmosphere between them.
Khadijah would sneak glances at his cock but look away each time. There was saliva building in her mouth and her panties were wet with each glance. She was fighting the temptation within her as she was drawn to that cock like it was a magnet.
The hard cock began to bob from side to side and Khadijah could not take her eyes off it. The old man folded the paper over and held it with one hand. His right hand began to brush against the outside of Khadijah’s thigh and she sighed at this new touch. Why was this man so bold with her?
Khadijah’s hand was slowly moving subconsciously over to the hard cock that was occupying her thoughts.
The stranger deftly moved his hand up Khadijah’s body and began to play with the button that had come loose in the morning. Khadijah then heard it pop off and fall on to the floor. The stranger now moved his hand into her blouse and began to grope her breasts over her bra. Khadijah bit her lip and this was the final push she needed as she grabbed that hard white infidel cock and began to stroke it furiously.
The stranger was clutching the newspaper a little tighter. The only purpose of the paper being to block the view of their misdeeds from the other passenger.
His fingers did not take long to find my nipples and pop them out of my quarter cup bra. He used his two fingers to pinch my nipple and aggressively twist them.
I was unable to contain myself and let out a moan.
“Ya Allllaaaahhhhhh!!!!!” I moaned in lust but I tried to keep my noise down and had to use my hand to cover my mouth.
She heard the old woman mutter something. She was sure it would be something racist but she was more focused on what was happening with this stranger.
“Youe nipples are so hard and erect. It makes me wonder about your panties. They must be positively overflowing with your cum juice.” The man whispers in her ear.
Khadijah is being led by her horny feelings and this leads to her becoming bolder. She pulls up the skirt to expose the lace at the top of her stockings.
“Why don’t you find out? Or are you afraid of what you might find?” Khadijah replied in a low but fiery tone challenging the dirty old pervert.
The pervert immediately removed his hand from her breasts and began to snake it up her thigh. He began to rub the lace at the top of the thighs. This sent a thrilling feeling through Khadijah’s body. The heat emanating from her cunt could already be felt by Tommy and he was learning just how horny this hijabi was.
Tommy began to enjoy the slow teasing trail up her leg. Khadijah was pumping his fat cock even faster as she anticipated him touching her between the folds of her dripping cunt and even caressing her clit. She opened her legs as her other hand snuck into her blouse and began to manipulate her engorged nipples.
Tommy reached her thong and began to rub his palm against the wet crotch. The squelching sound of the thong against his palm could be heard in the carriage.
Tommy easily slid the tiny wet thong to the side and began to rub her whole pussy with his whole palm.
Khadijah was struggling to control herself as she felt an orgasm building inside of her.
Tommy then attacked her clit and began gently circling it before flicking it hard. He repeated this several times.
“Oh my Allah! Oh my Allah! Oh my Allah!” Khadijah kept repeating as she felt her orgasm approaching.
The old woman looked over and thought it was some crazy Muslim on the train and was planning on leaving at the next stop.
Tommy was on edge himself and desperately needed to cum. He all of a sudden without warning inserted two fingers inside of her and began thrusting hard which triggered Khadijah’s orgasm. This also triggered Tommy to cum all over Khadijah’s hand.
“YAAAAAAA ALLLLLLAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!” Khadijah tried to keep her voice down but she could not help but let out a loud moan.
She licked the cum off her hand and bent down to lick to Tommy clean. She was already getting horny at the musky smell and taste of the cum.
“My name is Tommy. Meet me in the men’s toilets to finish what we started.” Khadijah had not realized but they were at her stop. Tommy zipped himself up and left the train first. He made a beeline for the toilets.
Khadijah gathered herself and followed behind. Tommy had entered the toilets and was waiting. He could hear the clacking of Khadijah’s high heeled shoes against the hard tiles as she approached the toilets. Tommy was already hard at the prospect of using and abusing this hijabi slut.
All of a sudden he heard the steps stop and begin to recede. Tommy groaned in frustration and realized she was not going to make it easy for him.
Khadijah desperately wanted to be fucked but also felt a sense of loyalty to George that stopped her from going through with it and she walked home.
Tommy walked in the direction of her apartment building when he saw her walking ahead. He kept a distance behind and luckily she had not spotted him. He noticed the only Arabic sounding name on the post boxes for the apartments, Khadijah.
He saw her enter the building and he waited before approaching the building. He saw a young woman struggling with some bags trying to enter the building.
“Hey, let me help you with that.” He shouted from behind her. He held the door for her while taking a bag and helping her in.
Tommy looks at the elevator that the hijabi entered on and it stops at level 5. He entered the elevator with the young woman. He pressed level 5 and asked her where she will be going. She asks him to press level 2.
There is a tension in Tommy as he hopes to catch the hijabi before she enters her apartment. His leg is twitching as the elevator slowly moves up. It stops at the second floor and the young woman thanks him before leaving.
Tommy urgently presses the button for the fifth floor as soon as she leaves.
The elevator doors open and he can see Khadijah entering her apartment. Tommy begins to walk with haste and just before Khadijah is able to close the door he sticks his foot between the door and the frame.
Khadijah looks back and is shocked for a moment to see Tommy standing at her door.
“How did he get there? What is he doing here?” She wondered in those brief moments.
Tommy quickly ushered her inside and closed the door behind them. Before Khadijah could think he had her pinned against the door and began to kiss her. Khadijah’s initial instinct was to fight back but he was much too strong and had her hands pinned over head.
Tommy kept trying to insert his tongue into her mouth but she kept resisting but he knew her resistance would soon break. She was the same horny slut he encountered moments earlier.
He had her legs parted and began to press his hard cock against her mound. It was not long before that resistance began to break. Khadijah began to push back against Tommy’s thrusting cock. Before long she was swallowing his tongue and wrapped her legs around him.
Tommy hitched up her skirt and lowered his trousers and boxers. His naked cock was rubbing against her thong covered cunt.
Khadijah broke off the kiss reluctantly.
“I can’t do this. I have a boyfriend.” She mustered out of breath.
Tommy kept humping her and despite her words she was pushing back against his cock.
Khadijah was reluctant and a part of this was due to George always seeming to know what she was doing in her apartment. She knew he was friendly with her neighbors and worried if they told on her.
Tommy grabbed her thong as they kissed and began to twist it around his hand.
“One man can’t handle a woman like you. I would never think of containing your sexual hunger.” Tommy took a firmer hold of her thong and ripped it from her body before completely impaling her on his cock.
Khadijah was now feeling a lust overpower as she craved to be royally fucked.
“OHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSS. YOU WHITE INFIDEL BASTARDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!” She screamed out in pure lust. Any thoughts of George now disappearing.
She was shocked to find that Tommy was much thicker than George and Henry. She had never felt anything like this before as she found her vagina stretched like never before.
“Give in to your inner slut. The lust deep inside of you. You know what you are.” He whispered into her ear.
He tore her blouse, the buttons popping off and buried his face in her cleavage. He motor boated her fat tits.
Khadijah had a fire in her eyes and she wanted to show him her real nature. He talked a big game but could he handle the real her.
She stripped her blouse and bra off. Tommy now saw this as her giving in. She also removed her hijab. Tommy buried his face in her tits once more. He loved the feeling of these monster tits.
Khadijah pushed him off and he could sense a real hunger in her eyes.
She slipped her skirt down and let it fall to the floor. Tommy eyed her shaved naked glistening cunt and had an urge to fuck it.
“Down boy,” Khadijah told Tommy. He was confused as to why she would strip and then tell him to stop.
Khadijah then glanced down at her cunt and repeated, “Down boy.”
Tommy got the hint and dropped to his knees to serve this horny hijabi goddess.
Khadijah was impatient and pulled his face into her cunt by the back of his hair.
“Oh yessssssss. Such a good boyyyyyyyy. Eat my cunt you dirty old bastarrrrrrdddddd.” Khadijah muttered in lust as she leaned back against the door.
Tommy began to lift her up as his tongue delved deeper and deeper inside of Khadijah. Khadijah was so horny she wrapped her legs around his head and squeezed them. The dirty old fucker began to squeeze her ass cheeks tightly and his middle finger began to enter her asshole.
Tommy kept up the pressure on her clit and he was sucking and licking it simultaneously. The constant pleasure was driving her crazy.
“Oh Allllaaahhhhhhhhhhh!” Khadijah screamed at the top of her lungs as she reached another peak.
Tommy let her down gently and she was a little shaky on her feet.
“Has that earned me a night in your bed?” Tommy asks rhetorically knowing full well a slut like Khadijah would not be satisfied with just this.
“Yes. You have. But you will not be sleeping,” Khadijah replied.
Khadijah led the way to her bedroom and Tommy obediently followed.
As Khadijah entered the bedroom she wanted Tommy to know what he had let himself in for.
“Do you think you can handle me?” Khadijah asked.
“I just showed I can. You are a slut but you have been frigid for too long. I want to bring the inner slut out and I won’t be shy to share you with friends and strangers,” Tommy said and that response hit Khadijah between her legs. She really wanted to experience group sex and even a gangbang. It was a fantasy that was getting stronger and stronger since the night with George and Henry.
“Would you be able to share me or would you want to own me?” Khadijah asked.
“I will own you! I will own your heart! But I want to see you covered in cum. Head to toe. Groups of men fucking you and cumming over your body. You will be my bukake slut!” Tommy replied and Khadijah was getting weak in the knees at the thought of being drenched in cum.
Khadijah put on her robe and opened her drawer of treasures. Tommy’s eyes opened wide ad he saw the collection of dildos and licked his lips. He loved the idea of her being such a horny slut. Haleema picked up a pair of handcuffs.
“Get on the bed,” Khadijah orders Tommy.
Tommy knows this is necessary to gain her trust as well as her cunt.
Khadijah climbs on top of him and cuffs his hands to the bed. She has a sense of relief as she feels more in control.
“I need to trust you and you can earn my trust tonight. I want a man that is not afraid to let me explore my sexuality. I am with someone who is unable to let me do this. If you are able to prove yourself to me then you will own me,” Khadijah opens up to him about her concerns with George.
“I want to be part of your sexual journey but I will never limit your potential. You are my dream woman. Your energy. Your beauty. I was immediately drawn to you.” Tommy said.
“How would you share me? Who with? Tell me,” Khadijah asks as a fire ignites inside of her.
Khadijah opens her robe and is gently caressing her breasts. Tommy realizes that this is a real fetish for her and his mind begins to conjure ways of lighting the fire inside of her.
“There is a motel bar off the highway. I would take you with me, only you are wearing a long raincoat and nothing but the sluttiest thong you own and the smallest bra. I want you to keep the hijab on. That is the kink. Should the raincoat open all the men will see what a slut you truly are.”
Khadijah is slowly pinching her nipples as she sits on Tommy just away from his cock.
“You see this is a pick up bar. Lonely travelling businessmen. Truckers. We sit down at a table and order some drinks.” Tommy continues until he is stopped.
“No alcohol. No alcohol,” Khadijah lays down her one rule. She is pulling on her nipples as her arousal grows.
“You may need some dutch courage but ok no alcohol. Well, the men all turn and look. They are hungry wolves and they can smell a bitch in heat. But not just anyone will fuck you. You decide who fucks you. There is a businessman at the bar with a loose tie and cheap suit. You notice his interest and I agree. But two men. That is not enough for you.” Tommy takes a break to look at Khadijah. She has her eyes closed as her hand is now between her legs and softly rubbing her mound. Tommy can feel her drip on his stomach.
“What happens next? Pleassse?” Khadijah begs for him to continue.
“You see a a rough old red neck walk in the bar. I notice you squeeze your thighs at the rough looking man walking in. I can sense he is making you wet but you are apprehensive. I know in that moment who the third man is going to be.” Tommy says.
“Oh Allaaahhh! You are a naughty man, Tommy!” Khadijah said as she inserted a finger inside of herself to finger herself.
“We book a motel room. It is cheap and dirty but we are not here for the decor. I take a seat in the corner of the room. I order you take off your coat and reveal your luscious horny body to the two men. They try to claw at your body but I am there to protect you. I make them sit down on the bed. Their cocks already hard at the sight of you. You know what to do,” Tommy says.
“SUCK THEIR COCCCCCCKKKKKKKKSSSSSSS!!!!” Khadijah almost screams as her arousal begins to peak once more. She now has two fingers inside of her as she is fingering herself harder. Tommy loves the sight of this slut and it is as though he has hit a gold mine.
“But sucking their cocks dry is not enough for a slut like you. You soon have them hard once more. The red neck has you bent over and immediately rams his cock up your asshole. You scream out loud but he doesn’t care. We know he is going to be rough but that is what we want. You don’t want a timid cock to fuck you.” Tommy says as he drives her crazy.
Khadijah is inching up his body as she continues to finger herself. She is on his chest as she rubs her clit with her thumb and fingers herself with two fingers.
“OHHHH ALLLLLLAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! WHAT NEXT?” Khadijah is unable to contain her lust in her aroused state.
“The businessman is in front of you and you begin to take his cock in your mouth. They now take control and spit roast you as you cum over and over again.”
“OHHHH MYYYY FUCKINGGGGGG ALLLLAHHHHHHHH!!!!! SPITTT ROASSTTTTT!!!” Khadijah moans. She has now inched her way up to Tommy’s chin. Tommy tries to adjust to kiss her juice cunt that is being fingered to an inch of it’s life.
“But a spit roast is not enough for a slut as horny as you. So I must give you what you want. You ride my cock as the redneck fucks your ass and the business man fills your mouth. All your holes are filled.” Tommy says as he cunt finally reaches his lips. He slurps on her juicy cunt lips. She grabs his head and begins to face fuck him. His tongue entering her as she rides his face.
“FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! DIRTY OLD INFIDEL TOMMY!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!” Khadijah climaxes hard all over Tommy’s face.
Khadijah’s breath is heaving and she recovers while still sat on Tommy. She unlocks the handcuffs releasing Tommy and lifts off him.
“I needed to know I could trust you. You did good. Really good,” Khadijah says through heavy breaths.
Tommy is now an animal unleashed and tears the robe from Khadijah’s body before pinning her to the bed.
“Yes! Oh yes! Take me! Make me yours!” Khadijah moans as she feels Tommy against her warm and pliable cunt. She needs him deep inside of her once more.
She locks her legs around his waist pulling him in. Tommy is slowly pushing against her underused cunt muscles and they now begin to kiss as a sensual atmosphere develops.
Her vagina muscles clench against the hard invading monster holding him deep inside of her.
“Oh Infidel! Fuck your Muslim slut!” Khadijah moaned.
Tommy’s fucking becomes more intense and he pounds her cunt harder and harder.
“Are you on the pill?” Tommy asks between grunts.
“CUMMMMMMM INNNNNNSSSIIIIIIDDEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” Khadijah replies.
“What if you get pregnant?” Tommy asks as he tries to back out but Khadijah had her legs trapping him and her cunt muscles are keeping him tight inside of her.
“IIII AMMMMMM INFERRRTTTILLLLLEEEEEE!!!! I NEEEEDDDDD THE CUMMMMMMM!!!!” Khadijah moans out loud.
“I am fucking cumming!” Tommy grunts as he pumps deep inside of her against her cervix and unleashes his cum. Khadijah holds his body tight against her after he unleashes torrent after torrent of cum inside of her.
Khadijah is unaware that George has returned and he is watching the fucking session with Tommy. George is infuriated by the sight of Khadijah fucking Tommy but instead of storming over to stop them. He has his cock out and is masturbating at the sight of Khadijah being creamed by Tommy.
The next day Khadijah woke with Tommy in her bed and she hoped it promised a new chapter in her sexual journey. She received a call from work and was informed Fatima was in the office and she was panicking. Khadijah rushed into work to find Fatima had a black eye and was in a clearly distressed state.
Her husband had found her new apartment and attacked her and Khadijah in that moment felt no option but to take her in.
Over the next two weeks Fatima settled in with Khadijah in her apartment. Khadijah always had a charitable nature and wanted to help her but she had to protect her hidden perversion from this girl. She found herself spending more time at Tommy’s apartment. She was unaware that she was pregnant despite thinking for most of her life that she was infertile. This was going to shake her new world.
George now had a new obsession with the young and sexy Fatima. It turned him on hearing her speak her native tongue which she did with much more frequency than Khadijah ever did.