When Nabilah Met Zeke Ch.02

The next morning, Nabilah called in sick to work. She could barely walk. Her pussy throbbed with a deep, bruised ache, and her thighs felt sticky even after showering. Exhaustion clung to her bones, but the worst part was the guilt… mixed with a shameful, throbbing need for more. Terrified by how badly she craved him, she fled the house and drove to the mosque, desperate for Allah’s forgiveness.

Kneeling on the soft carpet, the memories assaulted her. The way Zeke’s impossibly thick cock had stretched her married cunt to its limit. The burning fullness. The wet, obscene sounds of her juices splattering with every savage thrust. She remembered how her belly had bulged visibly each time he bottomed out against her cervix.

“Are you okay, sister?” Yasmin’s concerned voice snapped her out of it.

Nabilah excused herself and locked herself in a toilet stall. Lifting her abaya, she yanked her soaked leggings and panties down. Her fingers found her cunt dripping, swollen, and puffy. Shame burned her cheeks, but her body betrayed her completely.

She plunged two fingers inside herself, frantically pumping while rubbing her swollen clit.  

“Zeke… give me that big nigger cock…” she whimpered as her orgasm crashed over her right there in the mosque. Her pussy clenched hard, squirting a little onto the floor.

Afterward, she wiped frantically and tasted her own tangy juices off her fingers with a guilty moan. She was still leaking when she left the mosque early.

The snowstorm hit harder than expected. By the time she got home, her phone buzzed: Abdul was stuck at the office for at least the night.

In the kitchen, she kept her eyes down. “My husband is trapped by the storm. When it clears… I want you to leave.”

Zeke said nothing. He simply stepped behind her, his huge hand grabbing a massive handful of her fat, round ass and squeezing hard.

“You still sore from last night, hijabi slut?” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Because my balls are full again. I’m going to fuck this married Muslim pussy raw until you’re completely ruined for anyone else.”

“Let go of me, you filthy negro!” she gasped, squirming. But her voice was weak, and her cunt was already flooding fresh juices down her thighs.

She spat in his face. For a split second he loosened his grip and she bolted toward the bedroom. Zeke was on her in an instant. He grabbed the back of her hijab and ripped it off, then tore her abaya and leggings to shreds with raw strength, leaving her completely naked.

His massive 15-inch black cock sprang free, thick as her wrist, veins bulging, the fat purple head already leaking precum. He rubbed the scorching hot shaft along her soaked slit, coating it in her cream.

“You can lie all you want, but this greedy little cunt is dripping for superior nigger cock,” he snarled.

“No… please… you pathetic negro—ahhhhh!” Her protest turned into a guttural scream as Zeke slammed half his monstrous length into her in one brutal thrust. Her tight Muslim pussy stretched obscenely around his girth, lips clinging to every thick inch. Her belly visibly bulged as he forced another few inches deeper, grinding against her cervix.

He gripped her hips like iron clamps and started pounding her with long, powerful strokes. The wet, filthy *plap-plap-plap* of his heavy balls slapping her clit echoed through the kitchen. Her big ass rippled and jiggled with every savage impact. Tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down her face.

“Fuck… it’s splitting me… so deep… so fucking big!” she wailed, hating how good it felt.

Zeke fucked her mercilessly until her legs gave out, then carried her limp, orgasming body to the marital bed.

When Nabilah came to, she was on her back on the sheets she shared with Abdul, legs spread obscenely wide. Zeke loomed over her, his sweat-glistened muscles rippling, that massive black cock throbbing and glistening with her juices.

“Right here on your husband’s bed is where your old life dies, Nabilah,” he growled, smirking. “This is where you become my hijabi whore.”

She meant to say no. Instead she moaned, “Fuck me with that big nigger cock, you old negro!”

Zeke grabbed her legs, folded her in half, and drove all 15 inches into her womb in one devastating thrust. Her eyes rolled back. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her cervix was battered open. The bulge in her stomach was unmistakable — rising and falling with every brutal stroke.

For two relentless hours he fucked her in the deep breeding position. The bed creaked violently. Her pussy made wet, squelching sounds as he pistoned in and out, stretching her walls beyond anything her husband had ever touched. Sweat poured off both of them. Her huge tits bounced wildly. He slapped and squeezed them, pinching her dark nipples until she screamed.

“You feel that, slut? Your womb is kissing the head of my cock. That pathetic husband of yours could never reach here.”

“Yes! Yes! I deserve a real man! A stallion like you to claim me!” she screamed as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy gushing and squirting all over his abs.

When he finally roared and unleashed, wave after wave of thick, hot cum flooded her womb until her belly swelled noticeably. He kept his cock buried deep, plugging every drop inside her.

Then he flipped her over, spat on her virgin asshole, and slowly but relentlessly pushed the fat head of his cock past her tight ring.

Nabilah screamed in agony at first, clawing at the sheets as her virgin ass was stretched wide around his monstrous girth. Inch after thick inch invaded her bowels. The burning stretch was unbearable… until it slowly melted into a deep, filthy pleasure she had never known.

“Take it, my Muslim whore. Every inch belongs to me now,” Zeke grunted, starting to thrust harder.

Soon she was pushing back, moaning like a bitch in heat. “Master… fuck my ass… please… it feels so wrong… so good!”

He pounded her ass mercilessly, balls slapping her dripping cunt, until he pulled out and slammed back into her pussy, flooding her womb with a second massive load.

Hours later, Nabilah woke feeling empty and craving more. She showered, put on a navy floral abaya with no bra or panties, and cooked for her Master.

Zeke snuck up behind her and delivered a loud, stinging slap to her bare ass that echoed through the kitchen.

“You dirty little slut, walking around with no panties? Your cunt is already dripping for me again.”

He lifted her abaya, rubbed his thick cockhead up and down her soaked slit, then shoved inside her pussy in one stroke. She moaned loudly as he gave her a dozen deep, hard thrusts, stirring her up. Then he pulled out and pressed the massive head against her asshole.

This time she barely resisted. He sank every inch into her ass in one long, smooth stroke until his heavy balls rested against her pussy. The fullness was obscene. He fucked her ass with long, powerful strokes, reaching around to rub her clit. Her legs shook violently.

“Beg for it, whore.”

“Please Master… fuck my ass harder! Destroy it! I don’t want anyone else… only your big nigger cock!”

He railed her relentlessly, then pulled out and slammed back into her cunt, pumping rope after thick rope of cum deep into her womb while growling, “Take every drop, you Muslim breeding slut.”

Nabilah dropped to her knees immediately, cum leaking down her thighs. She licked every drop off the floor like a desperate bitch, then worshipped his heavy, musky balls and thick cock, gagging and drooling as she forced more of his length down her throat.

Zeke watched her with dark satisfaction, then lifted her chin.

“There’s something you need to know about your husband, Nabilah…”