Fahima Ch.03

 Some 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 dress

Haram- The Arabic word for prohibited or forbidden. 

Lengha- A form of long dress worn by women from Pakistani, Indian, Bangladeshi etc.

Eid- An Islamic Holiday and Celebration.

Salah- The Arabic word for prayer. 

Jaan/Jaanu- Terms of endearment. 

Niqab- Faceveil.

I would like to thank all the people that helped me and collaborated with me, for all the hard work and patience. If there are any sort of mistakes within the story then that’s all on me. 

Also this story contains themes of race play, blasphemy, infidelity and interracial sex. A story about big dicks, tits and ass. If these things offend you then this is not the story for you. I would also like to say this is not an attack on Muslims, I am one myself. But rather a tool to do something a little different in the interracial category. 

I do apologize for such long gaps in between stories. Due to personal issues and just losing my love for writing it took me much longer to write. I have recently rediscovered that love for writing so hopefully there will be more to come. 

The Market

Fahima couldn’t believe that she was actually doing this. In the midst of this busy market. She was shaking, sweating underneath the abaya. She let out a soft moan, as the vibrations between her legs increased. She hoped no one would hear the soft moans emanating from her as they passed her by in this busy market. 

Even if they did, thankfully Donte had allowed her to wear a niqab, which hid her face, therefore she would not be recognized if she came across anyone familiar. As this market was very popular amongst the Muslim community. She was shaken out of her inner musings as the vibrator, that was jammed deep into her cunt, began to vibrate even faster. 

She could feel Donte not too far behind her. This was his idea, he had brought a vibrator that could be controlled by remote. She, at first, thought it was a sweet gesture but now she thought otherwise. When he had first mentioned that he wanted to try it out on her in public and in the busiest market in the area she wanted to say no immediately. 

But she didn’t, because she realized she was too far gone. She was completely under his command. She could never refuse him, she didn’t want to. She just wanted to please him. All the previous guilt and doubts she had disappeared as Donte’s hold over her had increased. She was committed to being his lover and plaything. She could feel Donte’s eyes on her from behind and she knew that he was enjoying this. 

She wanted to scream and moan out loud as the vibrator continued to increase. Her legs were shaking, she was breathing heavily she just wanted to cum desperately. That was the only thing on her mind. As she heard a ping go off on her phone indicating that she had received a message. She opened the text from Donte that simply said follow me. She looked up and noticed that he was now ahead of her. So she began to follow him as they both made it out of the hustle and bustle of the market. He walked round the corner until he came to a secluded alleyway. She hesitated for a second as she came towards the alleyway, it was the smell and general decay of it that made her pause for a second. 

“Come here now!” bellowed Donte, as he saw her standing there. She immediately walked into the alleyway towards him. He smiled as she came closer and closer. He grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. He told her to lift up the abaya, she did so diligently. She saw him smile at the sight of her soaking wet cunt with the vibrator in it. 

He still couldn’t believe how submissive Fahima was. She had not only obeyed his order for her to no longer wear any underwear underneath, but she also didn’t refuse when he said he was going to make her walk through a busy Market with a vibrator deep inside her. He could see how much it had turned her on.

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Liked walking through that market amongst all those people, who had no idea that you were completely naked underneath your abaya or that you had a vibrator up your cunt. I bet you were hoping that you would bump in to a friend or something. But they wouldn’t know what a black cock whore you are, the good pious Muslim wife Fahima, right?” He laughed as he took the vibrator out, it was dripping with her juice.

“Yes.....” she moaned as she felt him pull it out with a plop. Everything he said was true she was extremely turned on by it all. Deep down she had hoped she would bump into one of her friends who wouldn’t recognize her due to the niqab, but none the less they wouldn’t know that they were standing next to her, a dirty sinful hijabi whore. She almost came at the thought of it. 

Donte jammed three of his fingers deep inside her pussy, making her yelp in both surprise and delight. He then ripped the niqab off her face. As he planted his lips on hers, both their tongues found each other immediately intertwining in lustful delight. As he began to finger fuck her pussy faster and faster, she was already on the edge so it wasn’t long before she came. A strong powerful orgasm that shook her to the core, as her pussy gushed. It felt like an eternity before she stopped shaking.

"Taste it," he growled as he jammed his fingers down her throat. "That's what a cock-hungry paki bitch tastes like." He laughed. "You like it? Do you like the taste of your own pussy?”

Fahima gagged and her eyes watered, she was completely taken by surprise, but Donte was right. She loved the taste of herself. She was addicted to it, she would taste her self every opportunity she got.

“Turn around now!” He barked at her. She was now facing the wall whilst she presented her holes to him. She heard him unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers down. She then felt his huge cock head at the entrance of her pussy. He rubbed it along her pussy slowly, teasing her.  

“Please put in Master, please I need it inside me!” She moaned not being able to take the teasing any longer. Despite having an earth shattering orgasm a few minutes ago she was still horny and wanted to feel his big black cock inside her. She heard Donte laugh at her begging for his cock. And without saying a single a word he thrust his cock deep inside her. 

A deep and powerful thrust that made her scream. As she felt the walls of her Muslim pussy part as his black monster penetrated her. His big black cock still caused her some pain and discomfort but she loved it nonetheless. He thrust in to her deeper and faster. Her pussy clung to his cock tightly as he pulled all the way out and back in again. The alleyway was filled with sounds of their bodies clashing. As she thrust backwards to meet him halfway. 

“Fuck me Donte, I love your big cock." She groaned as her impending orgasm grew. "FUCK! So good! So big!" She purred as he continued to slam deep into her. 

"You’re so much bigger then my husband," she groaned.

"Am I better?” He asked, laughing because he knew the answer but he loved hearing it again and again. 

"Much fucking better," she grunted.

Donte grinned from ear to ear. "You like this cock better then your husbands?" He asked enjoying the feeling of degrading her and humiliating her. 

Fahima felt guilty and wished she hadn't said it now, but it was true. "Your cock is better. I love your big cock. I love fucking your big black cock. FUCK ME PLEASE MASTER!”

Hearing her admission only made him fuck her harder and deeper. Thrusting in and out of her like a piston as her pussy tightened its grip like a viper as she had another earth shattering orgasm. She creamed all over his cock. As he continued to pound her.

“I’m gonna cum bitch, your masters going to cum!” He growled as he could feel himself get closer and closer.

“YES!! CUM MASTER!! CUM INSIDE ME!! CUM INSIDE YOUR HIJABI WHORE!” She screamed out, almost as if she was declaring to the world and to herself what she really was. That was the final straw for Donte as he blew load after load deep inside her Muslim cunt. Fahima cooed in delight as she felt him filling her up. Her pussy began to overflow as his seed began to pour out, soon as he finished he pulled his cock out. It dribbled down the back of her thighs as she pulled down her abaya. 

She turned around and wrapped her arms around him as she began to kiss him passionately. Whilst she was kissing him she had something that had been bubbling inside her. Something that she knew didn’t make sense. Something that she didn’t think she could feel. It was three words, words that she never thought she would associate with Donte. She broke away from the kiss and looked Donte deep in his eyes. 

“I love you!” She said looking him in the eye knowing full well that he probably didn’t. She also knew how twisted and messed up it was for her to feel this way for him. Until that moment she had only ever been in love with her husband but she had thrown that away. She was his completely in every sense of the word. It was fucked up and twisted but she couldn’t help but feel what she felt. 

“I love you, too!” He replied, which shocked Fahima for a bit when she looked up at him. She saw the truth in his eyes, he did love her. Her eyes lit up as she began to kiss him again. They both knew that they couldn’t fully explain it and that nothing about their so called love for each other fit the standard definition of it but it was love nonetheless. 

Cabin In the Woods

Almost a week had passed since their declaration of love for each other. Fahima felt like a giddy teenage girl with butterflies in her stomach, when she thought about it. And she couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

Fahima could not stop thinking about her sexual experience with Donte. She felt completely dominated by her new master and she craved for another encounter with his big black cock. Fahima and Donte had begun messaging each other. Fahima sent a picture to Donte of her rubbing her pussy. Where as Donte sent a picture of his penis and a caption saying 'It is getting hungry.'

'How about we go out for the weekend?' Asked Donte. 

'Where to?' Fahima responded. 

'We can stay in a cabin near a forest and get closer to nature. You did say that you wanted some romance. And you’ve pleased me a lot lately it’s only right I treat my lil slut.' 

Fahima was delighted at the proposition and said 'Yes.'

'I will pick you up at 10 AM on Saturday' said Donte.

'That sounds great' replied Fahima.

Fahima couldn't stop her heart from racing it always was jumping inside her chest; she couldn't stem the tide of happiness that was racing through her veins. Just the thought of spending the whole weekend with Donte was doing this to her. She told her husband that she was going to go out of town for the weekend to visit her cousin and that they would both be attending some Islamic lectures by a female scholar. Her husband didn’t object to it, instead he was extremely happy about it. If he knew the truth he wouldn’t be so happy or eager for me to go, she thought to herself as she gave him a peck on his forehead.

The next morning Fahima woke up early to get ready. She had packed the night before. The things she packed were just an act for her husband, she knew she would not need any under wear as Donte had banned her from wearing any when she was with him. She had also packed a couple of dresses and abaya’s. None of which she would be wearing, because Donte had told her to only bring them for show, he had other plans. Fahima spent a lot of time on her make up, she wanted to look good for Donte. 

She had never put this much time into applying makeup, not even for her wedding anniversary a couple of months ago. Her husband approached as she was in front of mirror and gave her quick kiss, before telling her that he was heading out to the office early. That he was sorry he wouldn’t be able to drop her off at her cousins . But he had contacted Donte who was more than happy to drop her off. 

With that he left the house as Fahima finished applying her make up. Then took a moment to take in the fact that she was putting in this much effort for a man that was not her husband and she felt no guilt about it. She then took of her underwear and put on a tight form hugging black abaya with gold embroidery on the cuffs. The abaya clung to her body like a second skin, she hoped it would highlight her ass because Donte loved playing with her back side. 

Fahima looked at her phone and realised it was almost time for Donte to arrive. So she quickly looked in the mirror and got the final details of her makeup ready. Ding dong rang the bell. Fahima knew it was Donte and opened the door in joy.

”Are you ready, Fahima?” Asked Donte. 

Fahima was in a fiery moody and leaned in to kiss Donte. ”I have missed you Donte and I can't wait to get to that cabin” said Fahima.

Donte had his arms around Fahima and was feeling her voluptuous ass whilst kissing her on the neck, through her gold silk hijab. Fahima was happy that Donte was in such an appreciative mood as he continued to feel her up, it made her feel good about herself to know that she could have such an effect on this sexy beast of a man. 

'Why don't I lock up, whilst you get the car ready?” Stated Fahima, to which Donte responded with a nod. As Fahima turned around to shut the door, Donte playfully spanked Fahima's ass, bringing a smile to her face at such brazenness right in front of her door. Fahima soon locked up the house and left in Donte's car. 

Once they were in the car Donte handed her a bag and told her to wear the clothes inside. Fahima went to the back quickly and put on the clothes as he had requested. He had bought her a pair of tight denim booty shorts and a tight grey crop top. Which exposed her mid-riff. Fahima was not used to wearing such clothes in public, but she didn’t mind as they made her feel sexy. Donte also told her not to wear the hijab. 

It had been so long since Fahima had not worn a hijab in public that she felt a little self conscious about it, not because she thought it was a major sin but because of how long it had been. Donte had not been sure about how she would react to his requests out of the blue but was pleased by her willingness to fulfil his desires. Her submissiveness made his cock twitch. He wanted her to dress in western clothes during their weekend away. 

The journey to the cabin took about an hour and a half. It was on the outskirts of the city , amidst a lush forest. Donte looked at the beautiful Pakistani Muslim housewife sitting next to him and he had a smirk on his face as he admired her legs and mid-riff. Fahima had noticed him looking and she blushed. She couldn’t believe how much of an effect he had on her.

Soon they had arrived at the check-in desk, where Donte asked for the keys to the Honeymoon Cabin. Which made Fahima blushed, but that did not last long. At the desk was a young blonde lady who smiled at Donte as she gave them the cabin key. This drove a bit of envy in Fahima's heart and she wanted to keep Donte for herself. Donte noticed a slight change in Fahima's facial expressions. 

”So lets go,” said Donte to which Fahima happily nodded. 

Donte's ego was slightly raised by how Fahima had gotten jealous of the smile that the blonde receptionist had given him. Just as they were about to exit the reception area Fahima stopped Donte and pulled him in close planting her lips firmly on his. Kissing him with hunger and passion as her tongue snaked its way in to his mouth. Donte placed his hands on her ass and pulled her closer.

After what seemed like an eternity they both disengaged from their lustful kiss. Fahima looked over at the blonde receptionist and flashed her a bitchy smile. She wanted the blonde bitch to know that Donte was her man. Meanwhile Donte was enjoying this possessive side of Fahima, as he had a big wolfish grin plastered across his face. They both exited the reception area hand in hand. 

Fahima and Donte had a mile to walk through the forest. As they walked they would touch and caress each other, often stopping and kissing lustfully paying no heed to people passing by. They came upon a large pond.  

“How about we get in it?” Donte said.

Fahima was a bit apprehensive, she was not sure about getting naked outdoors as she was normally used to leaving the house in an abaya that covered from her neck down to her ankles. She had just gotten used to wearing these revealing clothes in public and now she was being asked to completely bare herself. Even though there were not many people around and the pond was off the main path to her it felt like she was exposing herself to the whole world.

She had no choice as Donte had already begun to strip and she could see his big biceps and sculpted abs, he looked like an ebony Adonis. 

Donte then said ”Hey I am sure that blonde from the reception wouldn't mind joining me,” as he pulled off his boxers to reveal his big black snake. 

Fahima was annoyed at the mention of a potential competitor for Donte's attention and she soon obliged. She stripped of all her clothes to Donte's delight.  

”That is more like it” Donte said, as he clapped his hands taking in the sight of Fahima’s sexy little body. Fahima then held on to Donte's cock and said 

Donte smiled delighted by how aggressive and possessive she was becoming. He then kissed Fahima as she had an iron grip on his snake. Donte cupped her luscious tits and started rubbing her pussy inserting his fingers deep eliciting a loud purring moan from Fahima. He pushed her silky black hair to one side as he began to kiss her neck softly, enjoying the way her body shivered each time his lips touched her neck. 

”Show me how a good Muslim housewife sucks her man’s big black cock,” Donte whispered in her ear. 

“Certainly,“ said Fahima with a mischievous grin on her face. 

Fahima then went down on her knees and started to jerk Donte's black monster. She was still amazed by its size and girth. She knew that she would never stop being in awe of it as she wrapped both hands around it stroking up and down as she opened her mouth ready to engulf its big bulbous head.

The thought of the white bitch had made Fahima extremely jealous and she wanted to show Donte what she could do. She knew that Donte was using the bitch to goad her but she couldn’t care less. She was determined to prove to Donte that she would be better than any woman. Fahima's mouth was moving on and off of Donte's cock, as she worked her head like a piston. She was kissing Donte's foreskin and making Donte feel new levels of pleasure. 

”Before you I had never slept with a man with foreskin nor had I seen a cock that had it,” stated Fahima as she came up for air. Muslim men are normally circumcised at a young age. 

”To be fair, before you Fahima, I had never slept with a Pakistani woman. So we have both been having new experiences,” groaned Donte in ecstacy. 

Donte then grabbed Fahima by the back of the her silky black hair as he started to vigorously face fuck Fahima with his big black cock. Fahima's small mouth was struggling to accommodate it all, he was fucking her with more force than she was used to. Donte could feel Fahima gagging a bit so instead of going little easier on her, he began to fuck her even harder. Each time he slammed in to her his big black balls would hit her chin with immense force. 

“Suck my balls, you slut!” Donte growled as he pulled her off his cock. 

Fahima was extremely obedient as she lowered herself and began to suck Donte's ball. She felt delighted that she could pleasure this large black man. Donte was delighted and rolled his head back in pleasure. 

“Masters going to fuck your tits my hijabi slut,” growled Donte. 

Fahima squeezed her large caramel breasts around Donte's cock and began to move her breasts up and down on Donte's cock. Fahima looked into Donte's eyes and saw the pleasure she was visibly giving him. Donte's cock began to shudder a bit, he was about to cum. Donte, without warning, pulled out his cock and placed it inside Fahima's mouth. His cock erupted with cum and the Muslim housewife greedily swallowed up every drop of cum. Savouring the taste of his cum as he continued to growl and pump his seed down her throat. 

”So what did you think of this Muslim wife’s cock sucking skills, master?” She purred as she gently kissed his softening, but still impressive large pole. 

”It was great, the best I have had. Also it looks like we forgot to jump into the pond!” He exclaimed as he grabbed her by the hand and jumped in. She screamed surprised by his sudden move. Once in the water they both laughed and swam around enjoying the beauty of the environment that surrounded them.

As they got out of the water it began to rain which didn’t allow them to dry off. Fahima and Donte then ran to the cabin naked after they grabbed their clothes, which were completely wet and muddy after being placed on the forest floor for so long. 

They reached the cabin and Donte opened up the door and they both were relieved to be away from the cold wet weather outside. The cabin lived up to its name of being the honeymoon cabin. It was well furnished with a big fire place giving it an air romanticism. Donte decided to go and have a hot shower. He turned on the hot shower and began to wash himself clean. 

Fahima entered the bathroom and watched through the glass door enjoying his sexy dark body from afar, pinching herself to see if she was really here. Here with a sexy black man who was not muslim and more importantly not her husband. Yet she felt no remorse at that moment as she continued to admire Donte. Donte could feel her watching him as he got the soap bar calling out ”Fahima why don't you come and help me?” 

Fahima smiled and gladly joined him in the shower cubicle. She used the soap on Donte's solid black abs and biceps. Fahima enjoyed Donte's entire package as she slowly lathered soap all over his sexy dark body, savouring the feeling. Exploring every inch of his body in great detail. She even soaped up Donte’s his shiny bald head. Finally, Fahima moved down to Donte's cock and she spent extra time making sure that her lover's manhood was properly cleaned. She finally bent and started soaping up Donte's firm ass.

“Let me help clean you up as well,” said Donte and Fahima happily obliged. 

She gave Donte the bar of soap. He turned her around making her ass face him as he reached around began to apply the soap on her big tits. Fahima grinded her ass up against her lover’s cock in delight as he continued to soap up her ass. Donte then rubbed soap all over Fahima's hips as his soapy hands travelled to her generous ass and he gave it a good slap, the contact with it made loud wet thudding noise. Donte then started to clean up Fahima's pussy, rubbing her clit and causing her to pant and coo. He used his fingers to probe her tight asshole. As she squirmed in pain and pleasure. She knew what was coming and was surprisingly looking forward to it. 

Donte was getting his cock ready to plunge into Fahima's backdoor. His cock was still soft but it was longer and thicker than her husband, Ali’s, was at its hardest. 

“You want me?” whispered Donte into Fahima's ear as he teased her ass hole with the head of his cock. Fahima quietly nodded in reply as he pushed her against the glass bending her over a little. 

”Ya Allahhhh!” Panted Fahima, as she felt the tip of Donte's black monster entering her asshole. 

Donte was on cloud nine as he relished entering the tight 35 year old Pakistani housewife's asshole, as his thick prick began to probe deeper. Donte began gently pumping in and out of Fahima's backdoor setting an easy rhythm as Fahima continued to moan in both pain and pleasure. 

Despite having her ass fucked by her master before she still wasn’t used to it and knew she never would be. Fahima felt Donte's rhythm change as he started to steadily increase the pace of his thrusts. He was tearing her asshole apart, the Muslim housewife’s feeling of pain and pleasure increased tenfold. Donte continued his assault on Fahima's ass and whilst simultaneously squeezing Fahima's tits with a snake like grip. Each thrust was accompanied by a loud guttural beastly scream from the big black man.

“Oh allahhh....Babyyyy....fuckkk...It...hurtss...but...fuckkkkkk meee harderrr....fuck your muslim slut harderr....Master!” Grunted Fahima. She knew that this would have the desired effect, talking dirty made Donte fuck her harder. 

She wanted it hard, as she could feel a huge orgasm building up inside her. Her words had the desired effect as he began to fuck even harder, each thrust slamming her against the glass. Each thrust also brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. She was shocked when she finally came as the force of her own orgasm made her legs buckle, she was only upright because of Donte’s cock impaled in her ass. Her vision blurred a little as she continued shake violently from her orgasm. 

Donte continued to thrust away as he watched and felt his slut experience an orgasm. He himself was ready to cum and he said ”It’s time for you to suck my big cock again.’ He quickly pulled hi giant prick out of Fahima's backdoor. Fahima got down on her knees gingerly and began to munch on her favourite sausage. Donte's cock soon burst like an overloaded dam inside Fahima's mouth, she reacted instinctively and swallowed all of Donte's potent juice. Fahima's lipstick had left a red ring all over Donte's cock. Fahima was completely drenched inside the shower from her silky black hair to her toes. 

Donte just stared down at Fahima as she continued to suck his cock even though she had just drained it. He pulled it out of her mouth and rubbed it over face then slapped each of her cheeks. 

“You love this black cock don’t you, my muslim slut?” asked Donte teasingly. 

“Yes I do Master, I love it!” She declared as she planted a kiss on it. Donte lifted her up from the floor and they exited the bath. Once in the bedroom Fahima and Donte dried each other's hot, wet bodies with towels.  

”I think we should stay inside and stay naked for the rest of this trip, I don’t really want to explore what’s outside I’d rather stay inside and have you fuck me in every single corner of this cabin,” declared Fahima. Fahima was shocked at her own forwardness. She never thought she would ever be so forward and slutty. She knew this was all because of Donte.  

Donte liked the sight of his Pakistani Muslim lover’s body and forwardness and he was more than happy to oblige. He truly did love every inch of Fahima's body from her silky black hair to her beautiful symmetrical face. To her light brown skin and her voluptuous tits. To her hourglass figure which he knew was uncommon amongst Pakistani housewife’s in their 30’s and her generous Pakistani ass. He also loved her sweet innocent especially when that voice is screaming, moaning and talking dirty. Her big brown eyes, made her look even more innocent, watching those big eyes water up as she gagged on his cock was an absolute delight.

But on top of this he liked what she was becoming, not only had she become completely obedient and dedicated to Donte, but she was now beginning to voice her own desires. He now knew that she would go to the very limits to please him, this helped to raise Donte's ego. 

As Donte admired her body Fahima continued where she left off in the shower by devouring Donte's body with her eyes. His body was beautifully sculpted as if Allah himself had took extra time to make him. She loved Donte's dark black skin, the way it contrasted against her light brown skin. It made her look almost white. 

His well toned abs and biceps that were almost as big as her head along with Donte's deep booming voice, that oozed authority and power, which is why she found it difficult to disobey him. Then there was Donte's big black cock, she was completely addicted to it. A part of her knew that she would be addicted to any black cock. But Donte’s would always be special. She would go to great lengths to secure it selfishly and entirely to herself. Donte along with his big black cock made Fahima feel extremely horny, slutty, sinful and fulfilled.

”What food did you bring?” Fahima asked Donte as they made their way to the kitchen. 

Donte responded by taking some eggs out of his bag. He had also brought along with him some Bacon. He saw Fahima’s face as he put the Bacon on the kitchen table. It was mix of disgust and shock. Muslim’s were prohibited from eating pork. He knew this very well, this was another sadistic test to see how far Fahima would go for him. Fahima knew it too that he was testing her, she had been fornicating with a man who wasn’t her husband a much graver sin, than having pork bacon. This is how she rationalized the situation to herself. 

 

“I'll cook the bacon you can cook the eggs.” Fahima said, Donte responded simply by smiling.

The bacon and eggs were soon ready. Fahima placed some of the scrambled eggs and bacon on a plate for herself and for Donte. As she sat down and ate the bacon for the first time in her life she was pleasantly surprised by how much she liked it. 

Donte reached into his bag and pulled out some wine, Fahima was appalled by the site of it. There was no way she was going to try it. It was a line she was not willing to cross. 

”You should try some of this. If not, I am sure that blonde would like some.” Donte said as he saw the reluctance and defiance in her eyes.

Fahima looked visibly annoyed at the mention of her female rival and she reluctantly said ”Alright Donte I will try some.” Her early declaration of not drinking a sip quickly forgotten at the mention of the blonde. 

Donte poured some wine into a glass and gave the glass to Fahima, who was apprehensive at first but she then gave it a sip, after all her husband had been drinking secretly with Donte. Just as it was with the bacon Fahima actually did enjoy it and Donte smugly said ”I knew you would like it.” It didn’t take long for the wine to effect her.

”Did you ever have a wife or girlfriend?” Fahima curiously asked as her speech began to slur a little.

Donte responded by saying ”I was married but things did not work out.” 

Fahima responded by saying ”I am sorry about that.”

”If I was still with my ex-wife I would not be here with you.” He held out his hand and took Fahima's hand. Fahima began to blush, she looked up at him in her slightly drunken haze and saw the passion in his eyes. 

”Do you still love Ali?’ asked Donte. 

“I used to. Now I don’t think I do, thanks to a certain someone. There is no romance in our marriage anymore and it is more like other marriages, a cultural contract between two families than a relationship of love' said Fahima. 

Donte then asked ”Do you really love me Fahima?” 

”Yes I really do,” She replied without hesitating. She knew like before that it was messed up to love a man who had initially preyed on her weakness and seduced her, but she wanted to be seduced and owned. Hell she was practically asking for it. She knew nothing about their relationship was healthy but none the less she loved him, loved being his hijabi slut. 

Fahima and Donte finished their meals. As Fahima was washing up the dishes Donte stood behind her and was massaging Fahima's round tits, whilst kissing Fahima on the neck. Donte felt he owed it to Fahima to make sure that he made love to her. So after Fahima had finished cleaning the dishes, he lifted her up and held her over his shoulder. Fahima was laughing away and loved the strength of her lover. Donte then laid Fahima down on the bed. 

'I have a treat for you,’ Donte declared to her. Donte began to rub Fahima's clit and Fahima was panting and cooing. He then got closer and plunged his tongue into Fahima's pussy. 

'Eat me out Masterrr!' Fahima moaned, whose head was rolled back in joy. 

'YA ALLAHHH!!! THATS IT BABY...THATS IT FEELS SOOO GOOOOOD MASTER!' Exclaimed Fahima to Donte's delight. 

Donte continued the onslaught with his swirling his tongue licking Fahima, she felt like she was in heaven when in actuality she knew she would burn in hell for this. But she simply didn’t care. As he continued this assault on her cunt. One minute nibbling on her clit the next tongue fucking her cunt. Toying with her, bringing closer and closer to the edge.

'OH ALLAHH...CLOSEE..SO CLOSEE..MASTER...YOUR MUSLIM IS SO CLOSEEE!!' squealed Fahima in delight.

Soon after Fahima began to squirt all over Donte's bald head and face. Drenching him completely as he lapped up her juices hungrily. Donte put a finger inside Fahima's cunt and then placed it inside her mouth. Making her taste her own pussy juice. 

'Now suck my cock you fucking Pakistani whore,' commanded Donte standing up on the bed as his huge flaccid cock was right in front of her. Fahima was excited by his tone, she obeyed giddily. She enjoyed it when he treated her like a slut and property. 

Fahima placed her petite brown hands on Donte's cock. She then began to tug against Donte's long snake. Fahima then placed her head down and began to suck up Donte's big and heavy balls. 

'You're a good muslim slut,' stated Donte, but Fahima's stuffed mouth stopped her from smiling. 

Fahima continued to jerk Donte's black cock as she simultaneously sucked up Donte's balls. Fahima's big brown doe eyes looked up at Donte's face and she was delighted of the pleasure she was giving to her large black lover. Donte's cock had now stiffened and she moved to put the obscenely big veiny cock in her mouth. Fahima used her tongue to first tickle Donte's foreskin while she continued to stroke it. 

'Astagfirullah (May god forgive me)' Whispered Fahima as she continued with the extramarital blowjob. 

Donte held the back of Fahima's head as he rapidly started to face fuck her, who was once again struggling to accommodate his large penis in her small mouth. Donte's cock was shuddering and Fahima was all too familiar with what that meant. The cum soon jetted out of Donte's cock like a fountain and Fahima gobbled up all she could.  

'To me your cum is like holy water,' she found herself blurting out without even realizing it.

Donte smiled and told the Muslim housewife to proclaim 'Black cock is the greatest and that I am a slave to Donte's black cock.' Fahima was a bit apprehensive as some old habits died hard. She knew that Donte loved hearing her be such a blasphemous and slutty woman. She loved being like this and this is what caused her to be a little apprehensive. 

But she soon testified and said 'Black cock is the greatest and I am a slave to Donte's black cock.' Fahima then moved down and continued to suck Donte's balls. It wasn’t long before her black lover was hard again. She continued to be surprised by his stamina and recovery. Her husbands paled in comparison especially in recent years. Fahima pushed Donte down and she rose to place her pussy on Donte's massive cock. 

'I am going to ride this nigger cock!’ Fahima growled like a bitch in heat. 

Donte smiled at how nasty his slut was becoming as felt the tight housewife's pussy stretch around his giant cock struggling to accommodate him as she pushed her self down further and further impaling herself. Fahima held herself still for a second letting her married cunt adjust a little then slowly began to squat up and down on Donte's cock. 

Her giant ass was smashing onto Donte's knees, although her ass prevented her from feeling pain. Fahima was cooing and panting at being impaled by Donte's big nigger cock, whilst he was mauling and squeezing her firm natural tits and he was pinching her erected nipples. Fahima was feeling immeasurable joy as she voluntarily said 'Black cock is the greatest and I am a slut to big black cock!.' 

Fahima began to bounce up and down on his cock faster and faster. Feeling him deeper than ever before as he began to meet her thrusts half way. It was not long before she creamed all over Donte's cock. 

'Give it a good clean up before I stick it up your ass.' Donte said as he pulled out his huge shaft. Fahima smiled and obediently complied as she began licking all of her own pussy juices off Donte's cock. She had started enjoying the taste of her own cunt as she lapped it all up.

Fahima then turned around to present her blessed ass to Donte, who immediately gave it a spanking which caused Fahima's ass cheeks to redden. 

'Please take it a little bit easier on me Donte your cock is simply too big.' Fahima said when in reality she wanted the opposite. She knew that pleading like this would rile up Donte, and in turn he would give it to her hard and fast.  

‘Shut up my whore, I’ll fuck you however I want!' Donte growled giving her ass another hard spank. Donte then shoved his finger inside Fahima's mouth which she happily lubricated. Then without warning shoved the tip of his penis into Fahima's asshole. 

'Ah,' panted Fahima who began to feel the pain immediately. Donte then pushed his cock in and out of Fahima's asshole. He then began to ram it into Fahima's asshole with full force. Donte would pull out all the way and then slam back in deep. Each thrust was accompanied by a shriek of pleasure from Fahima. As she begged him to fuck her harder.

'You’re a real slut aren't you Fahima?' Donte said, laughing, as he continued to relentlessly fuck Fahima's asshole whilst spanking her cheeks. 

Her sexy ass was unnaturally red from all the spanking. The bedroom was filled with the sound of their moans and grunts, their bodies coming together, and the bed shaking, trembling with each thrust. 

Donte was on the verge of cumming as he felt pure bliss at tearing his hijabi slut’s ass hole apart. Meanwhile Fahima was also close to having another orgasm, as she felt a mixture of pain and joy. But Fahima was obedient to her new lover and she would do whatever it took to please Donte. The pain only seemed to add to her joy. As she exploded as her pussy juices gushed out of her. She never experienced such ecstasy until she had become Donte’s slut. 

Donte then pulled out his cock and he commanded 'Suck my cock!' Fahima again fell to her knees with her mouth sucking on Donte's giant black cock. She could taste her own ass on his cock, where it once would have revolted her to do such a thing, instead she relished the degradation. She was pushing Donte to the edge, knowing that he would cum soon. However he thought that he would treat Fahima again by allowing her to chose which one of her slutty holes he should fill up. He thought it fitting after the brutal punishment her ass had taken.

‘Mmmm....Please.....mmmm.....put...it in my cunt....filll...up your muslim....sluts...pussyy master.....!!!!’ Fahima moaned as her head continued up down on Donte’s cock.

Donte smiled as he pulled her off his cock as she raised her legs up. He placed her legs on his broad shoulders as he slammed his big black cock into her wet and waiting Pakistani cunt. 

‘OH ALLAHHH....SO...FUCKING BIG!!’ She moaned out in delight as his huge cock invades her pussy. Hitting right up against her cervix. 

‘HERE IT COMES YOU FUCKING MUSLIM CUNT...IM FUCKING CUMMMINGGG!!’ Growled Donte like a beast as he unleashed a huge stream of his seed deep inside Fahima’s womb. Filling her up immediately, making her pussy overflow with his seed.

‘ SO MUCH CUMM...YA ALLAHH....SO MUCHHH CUMMM MASTER!’ Fahima cooed as he continued to fill her up to the brim.

Donte pulled out of Fahima and lay next to her. Both lay there exhausted, panting and sweating. Fahima then snuggled up her black lover placing her hands on his abs. Caressing them softly, as Donte planted a kiss on her forehead.

‘I’m yours...I am completely yours. I truly mean it. You own every single part of me. I love you Master,’ cooed Fahima as she looked up at Donte.

‘And I love you too my slut,’ Donte replied as he kissed her. Soon after they both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Donte awoke to the sight of Fahima’s head between his legs bobbing up and down along his cock. She looked up at him when she felt him stir and smiled.

‘Mmm getting an early breakfast are we now?’ He smiled back at her, placing his hand on her silky black hair, pushing her down along his cock. Forcing her to take more and more of him as she gagged to his delight. He continued fucking her mouth for awhile until he finally came. She swallowed every last drop. 

‘Mmmm its always good to start your day off with a healthy breakfast.’ She said winking at him as she licked her lips. 

They both got up and freshened up. After which they made there way to the kitchen, were they began to make breakfast, working in unison. They laughed, flirted and stole kisses from each other as they finished making breakfast. 

After they had finished eating breakfast Fahima got up to clear the table, as she walked by Donte he yanked her to him. He pulled her to him, placing her on his lap. Her ass up against his big black cock which jammed between her ass cheeks. He snaked his hands underneath her arms and began to fondle her big Pakistani tits. Kneading them like dough, pinching and teasing her nipples. He swept her hair behind her ears, as gently kissed her earlobes, eliciting loud moans of approval from her. Donte began to kiss his way down her neck sending shivers down her spine while still continuing to play with her lovely soft mounds. 

Fahima began to grind her ass gently at first on top of Donte’s cock. Feeling the monster in between her ass cheeks. Soon she began to grind on him faster and faster. She was determined to get him hard as quickly as possible. Her pussy was on fire and the only thing that could quench the fire was between her ass cheeks. 

It had the desired effect as her Master’s big cock was at its hardest. Words did not need to be spoken as both of them knew what they wanted. You could literally smell the lust in the air. Donte lifted Fahima up a little as he lined up his cock against the entrance of her pussy. He then grabbed her waist and slammed her down on his cock hard. Her tight cunt rapidly expanding to accommodate him.

‘FUCKKKKKKK!!’ Yelped Fahima in equal parts delight and surprise. 

Donte drove upwards as Fahima met his powerful thrusts half way by pushing herself down on him. His hands moved from her hips to her large tits. He pinched her nipples and continued kissing her neck as she bounced up down his cock. 

‘That’s it my slut, bounce up and down on your master’s cock. The cock you are addicted to, the one you will do anything for. Bounce your dirty hijabi cunt and show me how much you want it!’ He purred into her ears.

Fahima began to bounce up and down on his cock with a vengeance. She wanted to show just how much she wanted it. She began to sweat as she felt the now familiar feeling of an impending orgasm. As she crashed up and down on his cock her pussy tightened around it. Gripping it like an iron fist, squeezing it. Soon she began to thrash on Donte’s lap as she began to cum all over his cock. Coating it in her pussy juices. 

All of this had pushed Donte to the edge as well. He pushed her up and bent her face down and ass up over the table. He grabbed her firmly, yanking her head back in the process as he slammed deep inside her. Fucking her from behind making her moan and yelp with each thrust and tug of her hair. He rammed in and out of her harder and harder. 

As the table moved forward, the cutlery fell from the table top. Fahima’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. She was in a trance state, in a different world altogether as she experienced complete bliss. It wasn’t long before Donte came inside her letting out a guttural howl. A type of howl one would hear from some kind of beast. Donte collapsed back in to the chair exhausted. As Fahima lay on the table her legs still spread wide, cum leaking out of her pussy. Panting heavily as she was drenched in sweat. 

She got up and limped her way to the shower. She freshened up and got out of the shower as Donte came in after her. She dried off and went to the fire place where she started up the fire . Not long after Donte came and joined her. They both sat there for awhile in absolute silence. 

‘I love you,’ whispered Fahima breaking the silence. 

‘I love you too,’ replied Donte as he pulled her closer and kissed her. It was a slow and sensuous kiss. 

It wasn’t long before Donte was back inside of her. But unlike their fuck session a while ago, this was much more slow and sensuous. Rather than two beings who needed to release some primal energy it was two lovers making love to each other. It reminded Fahima of how sex was like with her husband at the beginning of their marriage. Loving and sensuous in equal measures. But that’s where the comparison stopped. Donte was not only great at fucking her rough and hard, but was now proving to her that he was even great at making love to her.

She wrapped her legs around him inviting him deeper inside her. As he continued his steady and slow thrusts. The warm fire place added an extra layer of love to their sensuous mating. They both lost track of time as they continued to make love to each other. Until they both groaned in unison climaxing together before drifting off blissfully to sleep. 

The morning after, they both felt a little down as their weekend together had ended and they were about to return back to the city. First they handed in the keys to the blonde receptionist that had welcomed them on Saturday, but she was not present much to the delight of Fahima. Soon they were in Donte’s car driving back, the journey felt too quick, Fahima hoped that somehow it would take longer but it didn’t. 

Donte parked 2 streets down from Fahima’s house as they did not have the same excuse of him dropping her off as they did on Saturday. They shared a quick and passionate kiss before Fahima got out of the car. Donte watched Fahima walk down the street, his eyes were glued to her ass swaying as she walked. The abaya she had worn only highlighted her ass, which he knew she did on purpose to tease him, he could see the she was swaying her hips on purpose too. He smiled to himself as he knew now more than ever that she was his. 

Longing

It had been two whole weeks since Fahima's cabin holiday with Donte, she had not seen him since. The first week she had been occupied with the visit of her mother in law which made it near impossible for her to leave the house, the second week her husband Ali had fallen ill and was home, although in the last few days he had begun to feel better. 

Even though she had of all these obstacles she could have found away to meet Donte if he had asked her to. But he hadn’t as he himself had been busy with work the past two weeks. However they messaged and spoke to each other on the phone everyday. All of this had without doubt confirmed to Fahima that she was no longer in love with Ali and she was simply using Ali for her material needs. Taking care of him as she felt indebted to him for being so good to her. 

Fahima's sexual and romantic needs had been replaced with Donte, who was everything she needed and craved. She knew that she was a terrible wife and human for feeling the way she did but she couldn’t help it. He was unlike any man she knew, largely due to his background being so different then hers. Although their backgrounds may clash, their love for one another was now extremely strong.  

Her husband Ali had gotten out of bed early and had taken a shower to purify his body for Friday prayers. The Friday prayers were attended by all Muslim men, most women did not attend due to lack of separate prayer space. Which was the case for their local mosque.  

Fahima also got into the shower and purified her body, but her purpose was not as holy as her husbands. Her purpose was to please Donte and not Allah. Fahima had then changed into a long black abaya which covered her skin from the neck down to her ankles. The abaya was of plain design, but what it lacked in design it made up for by being scandalously tight. Clinging to her like a second skin. 

She looked at herself in the mirror twisting and turning, checking herself out. If herself from a year ago saw herself now, she would be ashamed not only at the way she was dressed, which was an insult to the purpose of the abaya and hijab, but also the reason why she was like this now. To please her black lover and master Donte. Wearing an abaya and hijab was meant to scream modesty but Fahima’s just screamed fuck me. She wanted to have blasphemous haram sex with Donte. Which she knew Donte would provide when he saw her. Two weeks without feeling his touch had driven her insane. 

It frightened her how addicted she was to him and the thought of other black men. When she had gone out shopping with her mother in law she could not help but stare hungrily at the black men who passed her by. She even thought of calling Jerome and taking up his offer a few times. She had even dreamt of him and his friends doing more to her on that bus than just a rub and grope. But she didn’t because she had Donte, she didn’t anyone else. Or that’s what she told herself even as a voice in the back of her head asked what she would do if Donte were ever to leave. 

Fahima snapped out of her chain of thoughts and took a selfie of herself in the Islamic garb while she is licking her black dildo and sent a picture to Donte with the caption 'Ali is going to Friday prayers to worship Allah, whilst I worship your big black cock.' She hit send after making sure the picture highlighted her god gifted body which Donte would be defiling soon. Her message seemed to have worked a wonder as Donte replied immediately. 

‘You look good my filthy muslim whore. Master missed you quiet a bit, he won’t be showing any mercy,’ said the message, Fahima smiled reading it.  

“Make dua for me my Jaanu. Also after jumah me and some friends are going out for dinner so don’t wait for me” Ali said, as he kissed her on the top of her black hijab. 

Fahima deviously smiled and said “Yes I will make lots dua for you. Also my Jaan take as long as you want with your friends, there is no rush I will be absolutely fine at home” 

Ali then put on his socks and shoes and said “Kudha Fiz, (goodbye)” as he left the house. Fahima smiling from ear to ear at her good luck. She and Donte would have more time now than she had previously anticipated. 

Fahima then decided to apply some make up to make herself look even more fuckable to Donte. She was already very beautiful and she looked in the mirror and applied a light foundation to enhance her fair Pakistani skin. Fahima also used some mascara to darken and lengthen her eyelashes. The final weapon in Fahima's beauty arsenal was lipstick, she chose some extremely dark red lipstick which she encircled her lips with. Fahima then kissed both lips together to get an extra even finish.

Fahima also decided to pout with her lips. She sent the photo to Donte with the caption 'Ali is out at the mosque hurry up Donte.' Unable to hide her excitement. Donte had received Fahima's warm invitation and responded by saying 'I am on the way now.' Fahima waited impatiently for her black lover, she was completely addicted to Donte's cock and she was so overwhelmed with lust that she had completely forgotten that what she was doing was haram in Islam and in an Islamic country with sharia (Islamic law) she could be stoned to death. But those thoughts only lingered for a millisecond, she was no longer plagued by such thoughts. 

However, Fahima was aware that despite being in the UK where in theory she could happily suck and fuck men she was not married to with the state having no punishment for her. If Fahima's affair came out to the public she could still suffer from being disowned or possible violence from her community. So she knew she still had to be some what careful. But it helped that everyone still believed that Donte was best friends with Ali. And that he was still taking lessons from Fahima with the intention of converting. 

'Ding ding' Fahima heard the bell ringing downstairs. She could not contain her excitement at the thought of Donte being outside. Fahima opened the door and saw her tall bald black lover. She stood in awe of the black Adonis at her door step. Even though it had only been 2 weeks it had felt like an eternity to her. 

“I have a delivery for Fahima Begum. Have you seen Fahima Begum anywhere?” Donte said as he pointed towards his crotch. Fahima laughed at the crude joke as she closed the door behind him. 

Fahima and Donte embraced each other, an embrace that told each of how they had missed the touch of the other. Donte hands slowly snaked their behind Fahima and grabbed hold of her sexy giant Pakistani ass, while both their tongues met. Kissing each other hungrily making up for the past two weeks. As Fahima’s small hands explored Donte's tall muscular frame. 

'Where are we going to fuck?' Donte then asked. She had messaged him last night saying she wanted him to take her in a very special room.

“As it is such auspicious day with it being Jummah (Friday prayer) and I am in my hijab. I want to worship your big black cock in the prayer room!” She responded gleefully, just saying such a blasphemous thing out loud had her wet. 

“You dirty hijabi slut!” He grinned as he gave Fahima’s ass a smack. Pleased by how depraved his Muslim slut had become. His cock was straining against his pants, he couldn’t wait to take her.

Fahima held Donte by the hand and lead him to the prayer room, as she swayed her hips from side to side. Fahima and Donte entered a clean room which had a framed Shahadah (declaration of belief) on the wall and a prayer mat facing towards Makkah. Donte had never entered this room before nor did he know the significance of much of the items in the room, but he knew they made this room holy. Which it no longer would be he thought to himself as he saw Fahima standing on top of the prayer mat with her abaya clad ass facing him invitingly. Donte accepted the invitation by giving her ass a nice hard spank before reaching around and grabbing her voluptuous tits. 

Fahima responded by grinding her large ass along Donte's crotch, feeling his thick black monster straining against his pants. Donte began to kiss Fahima's neck by lifting the side of her hijab. Which was sending electric shocks through Fahima's whole body. He then began slowly kissing Fahima's back as he lowered himself with every kiss. Fahima turned around and placed her hand on Donte's head. He looked up at her and smiled, that smiled told her what he was about to do. 

Donte lifted up Fahima's abaya and he was pleasantly surprised to find her wearing a lace pink G-string. Donte immediately started to squeeze and rub Fahima's clitoris against her G-string. 

“Ya Allah thank you for blessing the Earth with black men like Donte,” Fahima gasped and blasphemously proclaimed. She was purposefully playing up the blasphemous angle not just for Donte but for herself too as she felt so slutty and good.

Fahima’s abaya completely obstructed Donte's face from her sight only Donte's head outline could be seen through the tight silky fabric of her black abaya. Meanwhile Donte had pulled Fahima's G-string down all the way to her ankles. Exposing her clean shaven Pakistani cunt to him. He could already see and smell how wet she was. So he wasted no time and began to vigorously swirl his tongue deep inside of Fahima's pussy. 

Fahima was cooing and panting and she said “Allahu Akbar,” at Donte's whirling tongue which was sending electricity all throughout her body. Donte continued swirling his tongue like a typhoon while Fahima's legs began to convulse. She was close to reaching an orgasm and Donte could sense it so he began to increase the intensity of his tongue lashing. The room that was once filled with the sounds of Fahima praying and reading Quran was now filled with the sounds of her moaning in sexual pleasure. 

'Oh Yes Donte you are making me cum!' Fahima had reached the point of no return as she squealed.

Fahima's cunt then burst open as she started to squirt her fluids into Donte's mouth. Who lapped it all up hungrily after having not tasted her for two weeks. The intensity of Fahima's orgasm was like a dam being overfilled and breaking open. Her juices had spilled all over her abaya and onto the prayer mat. Donte pulled his head from underneath Fahima's abaya as her spasms subsided.

'Thank you so much Master.' Fahima said breathlessly. Grateful for the release that two weeks of being on the edge had caused. 

'You’re welcome, but now it’s time to fulfil your duty by sucking me off my hijabi slut.' Donte ordered her as he stood up. 

Fahima was delighted by the command, she missed him ordering her around more than she had initially thought. Fahima took the initiative to unclothe her lover's dark muscular body she started by lifting off his shirt gently exposing his sculpted body. Which allowed Fahima to feel Donte's chiselled abs and strong biceps. 

“Tell me again that big black cock is the greatest and that you are a worshipper and slave of big black cocks,” said Donte. 

Fahima smiled and undid Donte's zipper and pulled out Donte's large snake from his boxers. She then got down on her knees and jerked Donte's cock, as she then began to reaffirm Donte's statement and she said 'Big black cock is the greatest and I am a slave and worshipper of black cock.' 

Donte was positively delighted at hearing her say it. He had missed hearing her innocent voice saying such dirty things he thought to himself as he placed his cock on Fahima's face, it covered the whole length of her face with the base her chin and his mushroom tip extending beyond the top of Fahima's black hijab. She looked up at it cross eyed, smelling the strong manly scent it emanated. Donte pulled up his cock and placed his balls around Fahima's dark red lipstick decorated lips. Pulling it away as she tried to take them into her mouth. 

“You have to have your main meal before you can have dessert,” He said teasingly to her. She knew immediately what to do.

She then obediently started to hoover up and suck Donte's balls. Fahima and Donte's gazes met and she watched his face, his joy at her hungrily sucking his balls was plain to see. As she was enthusiastically sucking up Donte's testicles she accidently bit one of them. 

“Ah, watch it Fahima you feisty little Pakistani whore!” exclaimed Donte, Fahima smiled at the insult thrown at her by Donte. She revelled in being degraded by him like that. She craved it, today she only wanted him to fuck her like the hijabi slut she was and not like a lover. 

Fahima was also simultaneously jerking of Donte's large black cock, her golden bangles were rattling as she was vigorously tugging on Donte's large snake. Donte's cock had lengthened to its full state.

“Suck it you filthy hijabi whore!” He growled at her. Fahima happily obliged adding “Of course my master,” For good measure.

Fahima soon began to consume Donte's big black pole. She was strenuously bobbing her hijab covered head up and down on Donte's large member. From time to time she would bring her head up and start to kiss Donte's foreskin. 

“Open that mouth wide my muslim slut!” commanded Donte, she obeyed immediately as she opened her mouth and accepted his black monster. The one she had been craving and dreaming about for the past two weeks. 

Donte held Fahima by the back of her hijab, holding down her mouth on his large black cock. Fahima was struggling to breathe as Donte's cock filled up her entire mouth. As she began to lose air rapidly, her eyes watering, she was gagging and choked on it. Donte finally let go of Fahima's hijab, which allowed her to take a deep breath. She continued to jerk Donte's snake as she collected air then returned to suck Donte's cock. 

She took the whole length of his big monster, right down to the base choking and gagging all over it. She had slobbered all over his cock, as she relished the feel and smell of the veiny black cock in her mouth. All the gagging and choking almost made her puke but she pushed the feeling down. She was not going to let anything ruin her enjoying her Master’s big black cock. 

Fahima had pushed Donte right to the edge and her vigorous sucking, gagging and choking was pushing Donte close to cumming. 

“I am nearly there keep going you paki bitch, doing a great job my slut!!” Donte half growled and half groaned as he felt his cock close to erupting.

Donte's cock soon began to erupt volumes of jizz into Fahima's mouth, she was struggling to swallow all of Donte's cum as she was out of practice. She soon spilled some of his cum on her black abaya and all over the prayer mat. 

“Remember you said that you were a worshipper and slave of big black cock. Now prove it and clean up the cum off the prayer mat,” said Donte smiling as he guided Fahima's mouth towards the prayer mat. Fahima eagerly stuck out her tongue and swiped up the cum of the prayer mat below her. She felt her pussy juices flowing freely as she cleaned her Masters seed of the prayer mat. 

“My asshole is hungry for your cock Master,” She said as she stood up. Donte smiled and allowed Fahima to unbuckle his belt and take off his pants along with his boxers. 

“Take off your abaya but leave your hijab on,” Donte instructed her.  

“Yes master,” she replied as she took of her bangles and placed them to the side. Fahima then undid her tight form hugging abaya, revealing a lace pink bra that matched her discarded G-string. 

“You bought new lingerie just for me didn’t you, my slut?” Donte asked despite knowing the answer. 

“Yes Master I did. Can you help me with taking it off please Master?” Fahima purred coyly. 

Donte could not refuse the invitation and he helped undo Fahima's pink bra tossing it to one side. Her big tits spilled out as they were released from there confines. Donte did not wait long as he massaged Fahima's large tits before he started to suck on them. 

“OH ALLAHH!! YES MASTER...SUCK ON THEM!!!” Fahima moaned after not feeling his mouth on her tits for so long. Donte simply smiled as he heard her moans. Whilst he continued to suck, he jammed his fingers deep into Fahima's wet and tight cunt.. 

Fahima stood there in the prayer room completely nude except for her hijab as a black man mauled her tits and fingered her cunt. She never imagined she would be in such a blasphemous position nor did she imagine she would enjoy it this much. It was pure ecstasy, she felt like she was on some kind of drug as Donte expertly continued to play with her body. Donte finally stopped and pulled away much to the dismay of Fahima. He walked over to a bag, one she had failed to notice in her excitement at his arrival. 

“I have some gifts for you my slut,” he simply stated, as he reached into his bag and pulled out a red ball gag. Fahima was a bit apprehensive at the sight of the ball gag and surprised. 

“Do I really have to use that?” She said knowing full that she would just to please him.

“Yes you do my slave,” he responded looking at her directly so she knew that there would be no negotiations on the matter. He then placed the ball gag into Fahima's mouth and clamped it to the back of her hijab. He stepped back and took in the site of a hijab wearing women nude standing on a prayer mat with red ball gag tied to her black hijab. The site alone was enough to reawaken his large horse size cock.  

“Lie down on the prayer mat like you do when you are praying,” He ordered her as he slowly stroked himself.

Fahima obeyed the command without hesitation, despite not being used to the ball gag. Fahima got onto the prayer mat and placed her head to the ground and placed her ass in the air presenting it to her black master. 

“Put your hands behind your back,” Donte said. 

Fahima responded as she heard him rustle through the bag. She then felt something metallic being placed on her hands and then a click. 

Donte had placed some cuffs around Fahima's hands to restrain her. He then went to the bag and got out another goodie. He pulled out the anal plug which he surgically and quickly placed into Fahima's asshole. Fahima continued to shake with pain and surprise. Her screams of protestation were muffled by the ball gag as she felt the anal plug probe her deeper, and restraints kept Fahima from moving off the prayer mat. 

“Be quiet and take it my slut. You have taken something far bigger. Which you will be feeling in that backdoor of yours again very soon,” He said laughing sadistically. 

Fahima was completely obedient to her black master, and he was right but she could not avoid feeling some fear. It was the newer elements of the ball gags and cuffs that made her a little scared accompanied with the surprise of the anal plug. She truly felt like his Muslim sex slave now. Donte was extremely excited about how to use this Muslim slut in front of him, he had been ever since he had bought all these little tools.

He wanted to push their relationship even further now that he knew he had her obedience and love. Donte then decided to get out the blindfold and place it around Fahima's eyes, he tied it behind Fahima's hijab. Fahima cried out again in fear as he blindfolded her. But she was also excited by the fact that she had no idea what her lover would do next. 

“You are going to have to trust me, my hijabi slave,” Donte whispered in her ears seductively. 

Donte had noticed a foldable wooden stand called a rihal laying against the wall. She had used it to place the quran on when she had taught him some lessons. Donte thought that it was only fitting that in memory of their lessons that he would use it to play with her. Donte grabbed the rihal and smashed it against Fahima's giant ass, hard enough to sting but not cause damage. Fahima's ass cheeks had now completely reddened and Fahima was quivering in pain. 

As she felt him smack her ass again she felt her cunt begin to moisten, she was enjoying it. Donte soon decided to stop as he did not want to leave any visible marks on Fahima's body and he put the rihal away. He wanted to cause her some pain not permanently damage her. He had a feeling she enjoyed pain, which was confirmed when he felt her wet cunt. He couldn’t help but smiling. 

“I would say I’m sorry but it looks like you enjoyed it my lil slut,” Donte said as Fahima nodded and moaned as if to confirm his statement. 

“But I am still not done playing with you before I fuck your asshole,” stated Donte. 

He then grabbed the anal plug and forcefully rammed it in and out of Fahima's tight asshole. She was still quivering in pain and pleasure. As she began to enjoy it more and more. She had began to love the feeling of just being used as a fuck toy by Donte. In a twisted and inexplicable way it made her love him even more, for revealing another side of herself to her. As he continued to thrust the anal plug in and out of her Donte stroked his cock to get it rock solid whilst with the other hand continued to widen Fahima’s asshole with the anal plug.  

Donte had noticed that Fahima's asshole was now wide enough to accommodate his big black cock, although he knew that even if it wasn’t wide enough he would still use it as he had done before. Donte pulled out the anal plug quickly and he placed his cock into Fahima's tight asshole without delay. The sudden action caused Fahima a lot of pain but the familiarity of his big cock inside her asshole made that pain go away as she had the thing she had been craving. Donte started to pummel his cock deeper and deeper into Fahima's asshole as she screamed in to the ball gag overjoyed by the sensation. 

Fahima was quivering from the pleasure of finally receiving Donte's big black cock. The fact that she was bent over the prayer mat and her ass was being drilled by Donte's big black cock only increased the pleasure she felt. Donte held her firmly in place on the prayer mat as he continued his relentless onslaught.

Donte began mauling Fahima's tits with his giant hands as he continued with the onslaught. Fahima was feeling some pain at first but the size and speed of Donte's pumping was just too pleasurable for her, but her joy was unintelligible as she had a ball gag in her mouth. Donte removed his hands from her ass and began to slap her as he continued brutally fucking her. Taking out two weeks of built up sexual urges. Donte had decided that he had enough of ass fucking Fahima and he pulled his cock out of her ass. Donte then pulled the ball gag off of Fahima's mouth and flipped her over. 

“Black cock is the greatest and I am a worshipper and slave of big black cock,” Fahima moaned breathlessly

Donte smiled at Fahima's testimony, he didn’t even need to prompt her. 

“Open your mouth wide,” He simply stated.

Fahima happily complied and she started to suck her favourite object again. One she had been without for awhile. Donte enjoyed watching the sight of this beautiful married Pakistani woman sucking his big black cock whilst wearing in her hijab and while also being restrained and blindfolded. It is a sight he knew he would always enjoy.  

“That’s a good little Muslim slut, keep going!” Said Donte, he was once again holding Fahima by the back of her hijab. He enjoyed doing so gripping her symbol of purity, using it to make her do something impure. Fahima enjoyed sucking Donte's cock despite smelling her own asshole on it, that coupled with finally having had it inside her ass all the pain she had felt were of no consequence anymore.

Donte then pulled out his cock and he started to fuck Fahima's tits, which she happily squeezed together. Fahima's large firm breasts were causing the friction that Donte needed. 

“I am almost there,” stated Donte and soon his giant cock began to spasm and it erupted with cum. 

Donte had spewed cum all over Fahima's tits, lips, face and hijab. Completely drenching her in his seed. 

“Thank you Master,” Fahima cooed blissfully.

“You’re welcome my slut. You did a great job today, and took it like a real whore,” said Donte. 

Donte pulled off Fahima's blindfold and Fahima was delighted to see her tall, black lover standing over her with his giant cock swinging in front of her face. Fahima gave Donte's cock a good kiss as a way to show her appreciation. 

“Can you get me out of these hand restraints, Master? I need to get changed and tidy before Ali comes back,” she asked pleadingly.

“There is a part of me that wants Ali to come in and see you tied up and gagged as you lay there on the mat cum covered all naked except for your hijab. But then Ali will probably beat you or even kill you which I wouldn't want to happen to my hijabi slut,” Donte said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“I loved what you did to me just now. You ruined me, but I really loved every moment of our rough sex, No ones ever made me feel like that before!” She exclaimed. 

Donte's ego was further inflated by hearing his muslim slut tell him how much she loved being brutally used by him in her husband's home and in their prayer room of all places. Donte undid Fahima's hand restraints and she then started to quickly change back into her bra and G-string before she got into her abaya. 

“You look like the perfect Muslim housewife. How stupid is Ali for not taking care of you? Actually his stupidity is my gain,” stated Donte. Fahima was delighted by the compliment and she kissed her black lover and she began roll her hands across his chiselled black abs. 

"His stupidity is also my gain!” She stated as she moved her hand down to Donte's big black cock which she soon began to tug. 

Fahima then came in closer to Donte and they kissed each other and held one another in a warm embrace. They broke of their embrace as they both cleaned up the prayer room, Fahima put the prayer mat in a big bag with the intention of throwing it out with the garbage. 

“Lets go have some tea baby and also bring the Quran with you from that shelf,” Fahima said as strutted off to the kitchen. 

Donte and Fahima sat down at the large kitchen table and sat next to one another with the Quran being on the table in between them. They both heard the door open. 

“Assalamu Alaykum Fahima!” Ali said as he entered kitchen. 

“Wa'alaykum as Salam my jaan. Look who here’s for a lesson,” She said pointing at Donte. Ali approached Donte and hugged Donte warmly.

“We thought you had lost interest, you haven’t come in awhile. Plus I forgot to thank you for giving Fahima a ride the other day,” Ali said smiling. 

“Nothing to thank me for my brother, it was my pleasure,” Donte said looking into Fahima's eyes he had a devilish grin on his face. 

“I gotta say I am glad to see you keeping your mind to Islam and weren’t scared off by the first few lessons, plus you’ve missed quiet a few Sunday league matches man,” said Ali. 

“Yeah I would really like to keep an open mind about Islam and Fahima has helped a lot and she’s made the learning experience much more pleasurable. You really are a lucky man to have Fahima, plus I got really busy with a lot of activities so that is why I haven’t come for that many lessons and why I missed so many matches,” said Donte. Fahima grinned at the compliment given to her by Donte. Which was not lost on her.

“Anyways I must be off. See you later Fahima and Ali I am going to try and make the lessons a weekly thing,' said Donte as he picked up the Quran and he took it with him as he left. 

“Alright bye,” said Fahima and Ali in a combined voice. As Fahima watched him walk away she couldn’t wait to see him again next week.

Eid has arrived!

Fahima continued her love affair with Donte, now on a weekly basis, thanks to re-establishing their ‘weekly lessons’ which started soon as her husband left for work and carried on until he returned home. Being self-employed meant Donte had the flexibility to work. Sometimes they would have more than one lesson a week, some lessons even occurred out doors. As these so called lessons continued Fahima realized that Eid was coming up.

“Why don't we invite Donte over for Eid, it will allow him to experience a Muslim celebration and have some fun?” Fahima asked innocently.

“Yes Fahima that is a very good idea we can get a lot of sawab (blessing) if Donte becomes a Muslim,” He replied, he thought getting a lot of sawab would help clean his sins of drinking, which Donte had witnessed but he was grateful had not divulged to his wife. Even though it was only on a few occasions he knew this would go a long way to cleansing his sins. 

Fahima was delighted that her husband had agreed to having her lover over and these sinful thoughts drove Fahima wild with excitement, she imagined being ruined by her black bull on Eid of all days. 

'Ali says it is okay for you to come over for dinner at Eid. You can get a taste of my Pakistani biryani and I can get a taste of your big black sausage x.' She messaged him instantly, unable to contain her excitement. 

'I would love to eat your food in Ali's house, whilst his perfect Paki housewife sucks my big black cock like the dirty slut she is xx,’ He replied. Fahima giggled as she read it.

Fahima had gotten the meat ready early and prepared the meats to cook in the oven on the following day. She had also decided that she would trim her body hair and use an enema before Donte arrived tomorrow. As she was getting into bed Ali noticed Fahima looking fresh and even more beautiful than usual. 

“You look stunning meri Jaanu (my dear), Eid brings out the best in you, you’re practically glowing,” Ali smiled.

Fahima smiled, but not at Ali's compliment, it was the thought of being fucked by Donte's big black cock that was really bringing out the best in Fahima. As the morning of Eid arrived Ali had gotten ready early and purified his body for Eid salah (prayer). 

Ali had worn a white jubbah (robe) to the mosque whilst using some ittar(musk). While Ali had went to the mosque Fahima had made her own preparations and she had also went for a shower to purify her body for Donte. Fahima had worn a golden and red lengha which she complimented with a matching hijab on her head. Fahima's lengha, like her abayas, was tight and it fitted snuggly around her firm Pakistani tits, which were held firmly in place by it and accentuated her giant round ass . Donte had ordered her not to wear any underwear and she obeyed just like she always did without question.

Fahima had next put on her makeup, she first applied some light foundation that matched her fair Pakistani skin, she next used some mascara to highlight her lashes. Along with this Fahima had pencilled her eyebrows and she used some eye shadow. She also put on some red lipstick and she had put on her golden bangles, ones that her husband had gifted her. 

Fahima then placed on some red high heels and she squirted herself with some perfume before Donte arrived. Fahima then went to the kitchen and put the biryani in the oven to heat and she had gotten the table prepared with plates and cutlery. Ali soon arrived back from the mosque and he waited in the living room and watched some TV.

Ding, ding rang the bell. 

“Fahima that must be Donte can you open the door for him,” Ali said.

“Of course meri jaan you enjoy your show,” She was delighted not only that her lover had arrived, but by being in the sitting room it would allow Fahima to steal a few kisses from Donte. 

Fahima opened the door to see a well dressed Donte, who was wearing a casual shirt, which his giant abs and biceps ripped through and some brown chinos, which his crotch could be seen bulging through. He looked so sexy, she wanted him to take her right there and then.

“Happy Eid my slut,” stated Donte with his usual big wolfish grin.

“Eid Mubarak my Master,” Fahima replied ushering him in. 

Fahima and Donte looked to make sure Ali had not come out to the passage before they kissing and touching one another's bodies. Fahima smelt and felt amazing to Donte.

“Did you get all dressed up for me, my slut because you look ready to be ravished,” Donte whispered in her ear.

“Yes Master,” was all Fahima could manage to muster as Donte’s lips crashed against hers once again.

“Come to the kitchen once you’ve greeted my husband,” she said kissing him. Donte nodded his head as he watched Fahima turn and walk towards the kitchen as she walked her high heels and golden bangles clanked across the marble floor. Fahima's walk was irresistible to Donte and as she walked her ass would jiggle, this only made Donte more wild for Fahima. It took all his strength to not take her right there and then. 

Donte entered the sitting room and greeted Ali quickly who was to preoccupied with the football match he was watching to pay attention to the fact that Donte had left the room. As Donte entered the kitchen he noticed the enticing aroma of Fahima's brilliant Pakistani cooking.

“Wow that smells almost as delicious as you. Not only are you a beautiful slut but also a good cook, a dream woman for a man like me!” Exclaimed Donte as he watched her work. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked. 

“Why don't you come and sit down, make yourself comfortable while I take care of this,” Fahima replied as she walked up to him and grabbed his visible bulge.

It was an offer that Donte could not refuse as he followed her to the dining table where she pulled a chair out for him. He sat on a chair at the dinning table as Fahima crawled under the table, on her hands and knees in her tight lengha. She didn’t waste time in opening up Donte's zipper and pulling out his mammoth black cock. Fahima stared at the way his big dark cock contrasted against her fair Pakistani hands. Just the sight of it had her cunt moist. She was pulled out of her train of thought by Donte who smacked his cock like a hammer against both her cheeks. Then rubbed the tip of it along her hijab.

Fahima soon consumed Donte's large black cock, eliciting a groan of pure joy from Donte. Both of them were not worried about any sound escaping the kitchen and alerting her husband as volume of the TV was at its max. 

The site of Fahima in her red hijab bobbing up and down on his giant cock drove Donte crazy, he would never grow tired of it. Meanwhile Fahima had begun fondling Donte's balls in one hand, as her bangles clanked together. 

Donte rolled back his head in ecstasy while Fahima continued with sucking her favourite sausage with vigour. Her hijab covered head moving like a red blur up and down on his cock. She choked and gagged on his, sometimes pulling away and spitting on his cock which she applied with her hands. Her wedding ring glistened under the kitchen lights adding to the lustful scene. Fahima sucked his cock like a woman on a mission, her mission being that of tasting her black masters delicious seed. She was in a ravenous mood. 

Donte could no longer hold it in anymore as his cock burst open in Fatima’s mouth, she submissively and greedily sucked up all of Donte's cum. Delighted and ecstatic at feeling his seed plaster the walls of her throat. Donte could feel Fahima's mouth sucking and drinking every drop of his cum like the greedy little slut she was.  

“Eid Mubarak Fahima my muslim slut,” He groaned. Fahima quietly laughed and she continued to jerk Donte's cock as she gave it a final kiss. 

“Your black cock is the perfect Eid gift. The biryani is almost ready I am going to go call Ali,” She said smiling as she got up her from under the table. 

“Forget Ali, who needs him? What use is he to you? Lets just eat this biryani so I can have you for dessert!” He said playfully as he grabbed her by her ass and pulled her to him.

“He isn’t much use in most departments but he did pay for all of this,” She found her self saying before she could stop herself. 

She realized what an ungrateful bitch she sounded like as she swayed her arm across the kitchen, she pointed towards her golden lengha and her jewellery. Highlighting all the things her husband had paid for her to use which she in turn was using to please her black master. She waited for some form of regret to hit her, but it didn’t she no longer felt such things. Donte spanked Fahima's giant ass as she left to inform Ali about the dinner.

Ali and Donte sat at opposite ends of the dinner table, the plates and cutlery was already prepared for the two of them. Fahima then entered the dining room with a pot which contained the biryani. She first served her husband Ali who smiled and said 'Bismillah,' before he began to tuck into the meal. Fahima then walked over to Donte with the pot, she then bent over and started to fill up Donte's plate with biryani. Fahima's large tits were in Donte's face and he was smiling in delight. Fahima swooped in very close and a portion of her firm tits were rubbing up against Donte's ear. 

Fahima then turned away swaying her hips a little as she walked off. Donte’s eyes were glued on her ass. Fahima then sat down and plated a small amount of food for herself. Fahima was raised in a male dominated culture and she would sacrifice her share to make sure that Donte and Ali had a plentiful amount of food to eat.

Fahima was in the middle of the table between both Ali and Donte, however she would have preferred to seat closer to Donte. She would have loved sitting on his big black cock right at that moment but they had to keep up appearances. She had to play the good Muslim pious housewife.

Fahima and Donte were both distracted by gazing at each other and smiling at one another knowingly so they ate at a very slow pace. Less interested in eating, as they weren’t hungry for food but rather each other. Whereas Ali was eating like a pig, it wasn’t long before he had finished. 

“I am feeling tired so I am going to watch a movie in the living room. Make sure you tidy this all up also make sure that Donte is taken care of,” Ali said as Fahima smiled upon hearing her husbands request. She was going to take very special care of Donte. 

“I really have to thank the two of you for your hospitality and food. Its amazing!” Exclaimed Donte before Ali left the room, he played his role of the grateful guest and friend to a tee. Fahima smiled at the complement as she took the plates into the kitchen. Ali had left to go to the living room. Donte followed Fahima to the kitchen, upon entry he stood back and feasted upon Fahima’s body once more, the skin tight lengha making her look more slutty than ‘traditional’. 

“It is time for me to treat you,” said Donte in her ears as he turned her around, making her face him. He began to kiss her, his tongue snaking its way into her mouth. He grasped her tits through her lengha, which made Fahima moan.

Donte’s hands slowly drifted lower until he had come upon her cunt. He rubbed and carresed it through the material of the lengha, he could feel the wetness. This in turn caused Fahima to coo and pant in anticipation which grew even more as he began to lift up the hem of her lengha, her shapely legs came in to view as she saw his big black paws slip under her skirt. 

She jumped in delight as she felt his hands make contact with her cunt. Donte simply smiled broadly at how wet she was and the fact that she had not worn anything underneath the skirt, just as he had instructed her to do. Donte began to massage the folds of her wet pussy lips, before pinching her clit. 

He then surprised her by once again lifting up her hem and instructing her to hold it. As he got on he knees in front of her wet Paki cunt. Donte planted soft kisses along her pussy, teasing her as he flicked her clit with his tongue. Fahima moaned in delight as he worked his magic on her.  

Donte then stuck his large tongue into Fahima's pussy, the sudden jolt of pleasure almost caused Fahima to fall off her feet as she wobbled in her high heels. Donte began thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper inside her cunt reaching the places that brought Fahima the most amount of pleasure.

“Keep going Master, pleaseeeee...oh allah.....I love this” She moaned as he continued to eat her out. 

All thoughts of washing the plates had left her mind and even the fact that her husband was in the same house. All due to the pleasure she was feeling. 

Fahima's body was quivering from the pleasure that she was feeling and her golden bangles were clanking as she shook violently. Donte continued with his mission and he believed this was a suitable way of thanking Fahima for her delicious meal. Fahima was in a state of ecstasy and the electricity pulsated through her body. It was not long before she began to squirt all on to Donte's face and mouth. Donte lapped up her pussy juices. Fahima continued to lean against the sink as she caught her breath still spasming. Donte stood up and kissed her making her taste her own pussy juice. She sucked on his tongue hungrily, loving the taste of it. Then sucked his fingers cleaning them of her juice. 

“That was amazing Master. Thank you so much,” Fahima said as she finally found the strength to speak. 

She then began to was the dishes, and with the help of Donte she was done in a matter of minutes. Fahima then lead Donte quietly upstairs passing the living room where Ali was transfixed with the movie. She led him back to the prayer room, where they had not been since the brutal fuck session weeks ago, Donte had told her they would only fuck in the room on special occasions. Fahima thought that Eid was the perfect occasion. Since the previous fucking session with Donte, Fahima had purchased her own BDSM gear for Donte to use on her during their next brutal fuck sessions. 

“I have a treat for you,” She said deliberately echoing what he had said to her. 

Fahima then got out a bag from the cupboard and opened it up to reveal a ball gag, hand restraints, an anal plug and a blindfold. Donte simply smiled as he began to strip Fahima of her lengha. Soon the only items left on Fahima's body was her red hijab, her golden bangles and her red high heels. 

“I am going to enjoy fucking you today, you won’t be forgetting this Eid anytime soon my slut!” Donte bellowed. 

Fahima smiled giddily at Donte’s claims as she began to caress his sculpted abs. At this point Donte was fully nude in all his glory. Donte took out the ball gag and placed it into Fahima's mouth and tied it behind her red hijab followed by the blindfold just like he had done before. 

He then lead Fahima to the prayer mat, a fresh prayer mat that would soon be desecrated. Both he and Fahima were standing on it but Donte decided to bend Fahima's back so that she was facing the prayer mat and Fahima obediently put her hands on her knees as she would if she was praying. Donte then took out the anal plug and shoved it into her tight backdoor, Fahima's body shuddered from the sudden shock of the cold metal object entering into her tight and hot backdoor. Bringing back memories of their last session.

Donte began rubbing his big cock against Fahima's pussy and he whispered into her ear 'Black cock is the greatest and you are the slave and worshipper of black cock.' 

Fahima obediently nodded her blindfolded and gagged head at Donte's statement. Donte then placed his cock into Fahima's pussy and he soon began to drill into it. Fahima was in joy from her pussy being drilled by Donte's giant cock, but her moans had been completely silenced by the ball gag in her mouth. Donte continued on with brutally stretching out Fahima's married pussy. Fahima was still in a state of joy and electricity pulsated through her body, but as she had her back arched for a long time she was beginning to feel in pain. So Donte decided that he would swap fucking positions. 

“Put your hands behind your back!” Donte ordered her as he undid her blindfold.

Fahima complied immediately as he restrained both of her hands behind her back. Donte then lay down on the prayer mat. 

“Come ride your masters big black cock my hijabi slut,” he ordered her as he lay there on the prayer mat his big monster jutting upwards in all its veiny glory. Fahima hovered over her masters monster before squatting and slowly began to push her self down on it. She almost jumped back up when she felt it enter her and stretched her pussy walls to the breaking point but never the less she persisted. Soon his freakish black cock had filled her up to the brim, as she sat there letting her married hijabi cunt get use to its immense size. Slowly but surely she began to move up and down on his cock. The tightness of her cunt caused great friction as she began to pick up the pace. 

Donte looked up at the erotic sight of Fahima riding his black cock, having her hands were restrained. In only her red hijab, golden bangles and her high heels her big tits bounced up and down along with her. He reached out and pinched them making her moan into the ball gag. As Fahima continued to ride Donte's cock, as her pussy began to convulse as she had one orgasm after another. Yet she continued her squatting motion. 

But Fahima was beginning to tire as her hands were restrained coupled with the countless orgasms she had, she was positively shattered. Donte sensed her tiring so he decided to take over as he grabbed her sexy waist, gripping it firmly as he began to thrust up into her cunt with all his might. Hitting her deep as Fahima yelped in delight feeling him so deep inside her while her ass was all plugged up. Donte increased the strength and pace of his upward thrusts, each thrust was accompanied by her bangles rattling as her big firm tits jiggled. His thrusts were so powerful that each time he slammed up into Fahima her hijab had began to loosen, a few of the pins that held in place had come undone.

 

She felt another orgasm building inside her, she could sense that this was going to be bigger than any of the previous ones. She could no longer take being impaled by Donte's cock, so soon enough Fahima shook violently as her juices once again spilled onto Donte's big black cock. Fahima remained in a squatting position on his cock breathless and close to collapsing.

“How was that for an Eid gift my slut? Was it good?” Donte asked her as he stopped thrusting deep inside her womb. Fahima simply nodded in her now loose red hijab. She wanted to tell him it was more than that, but her mouth remained gagged. She also was aware that Donte had not climaxed yet and was not done.

As if on queue he flipped Fahima into a doggy style position. As she lay there with her big sexy ass in front of him he began pulling the anal plug in and out of her ass. Donte pulled out the anal plug and he shoved in his giant cock, Fahima's body shuddered from the pain of being impaled by his cock. Donte first started by gently pumping in and out of Fahima's backdoor, her hands moved as she was feeling the pain of Donte's pumping. The pain was not as severe thanks to Donte’s cock being lubricated via her own cream. He then gave a powerful spank to Fahima's derriere, which echoed and reddened from the force. Donte's cock was being compressed by Fahima's tight ass hole. He continued fucking her ass for awhile before turning her around. 

Donte then undid the ball gag from Fahima's mouth and he filled her mouth with his giant cock. Fahima immediately began to suck on her favourite toy, her incredibly large toy. 

Donte undid Fahima's restraints telling her to squeeze her tits together. She immediately pushed together her large firm tits. Donte slid his cock in between her giant tits, He jabbed upwards, the tip of his cock touched her lips allowing her to taste his pre-cum.

“Big black cock is the greatest and I am slave and worshipper of big black cock,” She said smiling while looking up her Master. She repeated it a few times like it was dua.

All of this caused Donte to become even more erect. The friction caused by his cock rubbing against Fahima's tits had bought him to the edge. Fahima could sense him getting close.

“Cum in my cunt master, please cum deep inside me...fill me up...impregnate me,” She moaned knowing full well that she could never get pregnant but that did not quench her desire to be so. Especially by her black master. As he pushed her flat down on to the prayer mat and entered her, she prayed that this would be the moment she finally got pregnant and by her Master. She knew it was impossible but that did not stop her from praying as she felt him spew load after load of his black seed deep inside her muslim womb. She wrapped her legs tight around him allowing him to deposit his immense load even deeper. To her it felt like he had pumped a river full of seed inside of her. Which made her extremely happy. 

They both lay on the floor panting and dripping with sweat. They knew how risky this was. To do this with Ali downstairs. But this was the only time they could have done it before Donte left tomorrow for 3 months to Jamaica to tend to his ill grandmother. It hit Fahima like a ton bricks when she realized once again this was going to be last she saw of him for 3 months. The main reason why she had pleaded with her husband for Eid was because Donte would fly out the next day early in the morning. Their original plan was to meet the day after Eid and have their own celebration. But then Donte had received a phone call regarding his Grans deteriorating health and their plans changed. She wanted him to see his Gran but when he told her that he would be gone for 3 months as there was sure to be some familial problems as everyone was congregating. 

He was the one who kept the peace in the family. It broke her heart and the selfish part wanted to tell him not to go but she couldn’t be that selfish in such a situation. So they lay there silently listening to each other breath. Too scared to speak as they got up and began to dress. Once they were fully clothed they embraced and kissed each other as they both proclaimed their love for the other. 

They walked downstairs as her husband asked them both what they were doing upstairs. Fahima told him that she was giving Donte some Islamic books to read while he was away. She handed him the books. Donte shook Ali’s hands once again thanking him. As Ali turned around and began to walk down the corridor, Donte quickly pulled Fahima in for one final kiss. Before he followed Ali out the door. Fahima fought back the tears as she watched him leave. That night as she lay in bed next to her snoring husband and thought back to the time when she had not seen or felt Donte for two weeks. 

She couldn’t manage two weeks without him, how was she going to manage 3 months. She got out of the bed and got her purse out of the little side cupboard. She rummaged through her purse until she found what she was looking for. A piece of paper, one that she had held on to for awhile now. She chastised her self immediately for even thinking of this. 

After all she said she loved Donte, she couldn’t do this to him. Technically he hadn’t even flown out of the country. But had she not done the same thing to her husband when he couldn’t fulfil her. Plus this would only be a physical thing. Something to hold her over until Donte was back. She realized she sounded like an addict. There was no denying she was one, an addict for big black cocks. She turned the paper over, looking at the number and the name next to it, Jerome. Flashes of the incident on the bus ran through her mind. 

“Big black cock is the greatest and I am slave and worshipper of big black cock,” she whispered to herself while she looked in the mirror. She had made up her mind...

To be continued..