When Nabilah Met Zeke Ch.03

Zeke looked down at Nabilah, still on her knees in the kitchen, her lips swollen and shiny with spit, strands of saliva and cum connecting her mouth to his heavy, glistening black cock. Thick globs of his seed leaked from her freshly fucked pussy and asshole, dripping onto the tiled floor.

“There’s something you need to know about your husband,” he said calmly, stroking her hijab-covered head like a pet.

Nabilah blinked up at him, still hazy from orgasms. “What… what do you mean, Master?”

Zeke pulled out his phone, opened a folder, and held the screen in front of her face. “Abdul isn’t just some boring office worker. He’s been financing terrorist cells for years. Transfers to known extremists, coded emails about ‘charity’ work that was really weapons and bomb funding. Your husband is a terrorist financier, Nabilah. Everything he told you was a lie.”

She stared at the documents, the screenshots, the bank records with Abdul’s name and signature. The evidence was overwhelming. For a long moment she was silent, then her body began to shake.

“No… that can’t be…” she whispered. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks. “All these years… he told me to be pious, to fear Allah, to stay away from sin… while he was doing *this*?”

Rage replaced shock. “That bastard! That lying, impotent, worthless piece of shit!” she screamed, voice cracking. “He couldn’t even fuck me properly, and he was out there funding murderers?!”

Zeke pulled her up into his powerful arms. She buried her face in his massive chest and sobbed. He held her tight, one hand possessively cupping her bare ass, the other stroking her back.

“It’s over now,” he murmured. “You don’t belong to him anymore. You belong to me. I’m going to take you away from all of this.”

Nabilah looked up at him, eyes red but shining with something new — pure, hungry devotion.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered. “Thank you for showing me the truth. I don’t want anything to do with him ever again. I’m yours. Completely yours.”

She dropped back to her knees, kissing his cock reverently. “Use me, Master. Please. I need to feel you again.”

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Zeke smiled darkly and lifted her onto the kitchen table, spreading her legs wide. He pushed her navy floral abaya up to her waist and slammed his massive 15-inch cock back into her cum-filled pussy in one brutal stroke.

“Fuuuuck!” Nabilah screamed, her head falling back. The wet, squelching sound of his cock churning the previous loads inside her filled the kitchen. “Yes! Destroy my married pussy, Master!”

He fucked her with long, powerful strokes, watching her belly bulge every time he bottomed out against her womb. Her big tits bounced wildly under the abaya. He reached up and tore the front open, buttons flying, exposing her heavy breasts.

“Look at you,” he growled, slapping her tits hard. “Pious little Muslim housewife on the outside, dripping nigger-owned slut on the inside.”

He pounded her mercilessly, hips slamming against her ass, balls smacking loudly against her asshole. Nabilah’s juices sprayed everywhere with every thrust.

“I’m sorry, Master!” she cried between moans. “I’m sorry I ever let that pathetic terrorist touch me! Your cock is so much bigger… so much better… it’s ruining me!”

Zeke flipped her over, bent her over the table, and drove back inside her. He grabbed her black hijab like reins, yanking her head back as he railed her.

“Tell me what you are now,” he demanded.

“I’m your hijabi whore! Your Muslim cumdump! I only exist for this big nigger cock!” she screamed, pushing her ass back to meet every thrust.

After making her cum twice, he pulled out and pressed the fat, cum-slick head of his cock against her asshole.

“Beg for it.”

“Please Master… fuck my ass! Stretch your slut’s dirty hole!”

He pushed forward slowly but relentlessly, forcing all 15 inches into her bowels. Nabilah’s eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as her asshole stretched obscenely around his girth. The burning fullness was overwhelming. When he started thrusting, long deep strokes that made her feel him in her stomach, the pain melted into mind-breaking pleasure.

“Harder, Master! Fuck my ass like you own it!” she begged.

Zeke reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while pounding her asshole. He slapped her ass cheeks red, then leaned down and bit her neck, leaving dark hickeys.

They moved to the marital bedroom. Zeke laid her on her back on the same bed she once shared with Abdul, folded her in half, and fucked her pussy in a deep breeding press for nearly an hour. Sweat poured off their bodies. The room reeked of sex. The bed creaked dangerously under his powerful thrusts.

“Fill me, Master! Knock me up!” Nabilah screamed, legs locked around his waist. “I want your black baby, not his! Breed your Muslim whore!”

Zeke roared and unleashed another massive load, pumping rope after thick rope of potent cum straight into her womb until her belly looked slightly swollen. He stayed buried deep, grinding against her cervix.

Later, he made her ride him reverse cowgirl in front of the full-length mirror. He held her hijab tightly, forcing her to watch herself bouncing on his enormous black cock.

“Look at that pathetic married pussy taking nigger cock,” he growled. “Say it.”

“I’m a nigger-owned Muslim slut!” she moaned, eyes locked on the reflection of her own stretched cunt. “My husband’s cock is worthless. I only crave Zeke’s superior black cock!”

He made her cum so hard she squirted all over the mirror.

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By evening, the snowstorm had begun to ease. Zeke checked his phone and saw a message from his team: they would move on Abdul within 24 hours once the roads were clear.

Nabilah was curled against his chest, naked except for her hijab, gently stroking his semi-hard cock.

“What happens when they take him, Master?” she asked quietly.

“You’re coming with me,” Zeke said, tilting her chin up. “You’ll leave this house, this life, everything. I’ll train you properly as my personal hijabi fucktoy. You’ll dress how I want, serve how I want, and take this cock whenever I want it.”

Nabilah shivered with lust and smiled.

“Yes, Master. Take me. Own me completely.”

She slid down his body and took his cock back into her mouth, sucking lovingly, preparing him for another round as the last light of the dying storm faded outside.

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**End of Chapter 3**