Neighbours From Heaven Ch.01

 (Re-edited version of the original story. Reposting ahead of chapter 2 release. Which will be in a few days.)

Sultana always felt uncomfortable walking from the station to her house. She only did it when the buses were late, and today happened to be one of those awful occasions. She was already in a bad mood and sweating profusely under her Abaya. It had been an exceptionally hot summer; they were in the midst of a heatwave in London. She needed to get a cold bottle of water and other cold beverages for the house. It meant passing the parade of shops and off-licences frequented by the gangs of black youths. She also felt uncomfortable wearing her Abaya and Hijab, knowing her outwardly Muslim appearance made her a target for the usual mindless bigots.

Sure enough, as she walked past Sam’s off-licence, three or four black youths leaning against the wall called out to her.

“Hey hijabi, come here,” called out one. The others hollered in tow, “Whoa lady, take off them clothes and let’s see ya.”

“Ain’t ya hot, little lady? Take it off and you’ll feel better!” said another one, laughing like a donkey.

Sultana looked after herself with intense home workouts, Pilates, and the weekly swim. Suddenly she heard one of the blacks shout at the gang from across the road.

“Hey blue, leave her be. She my neighbour. Allow that, man.”

She glanced back and saw it was the young negro from next door, Reece. His mother Angela hated Sultana, but her 19-year-old boy was generally very friendly and approachable. She gave a small smile and wave as thanks, and he nodded in acknowledgement.

When they had moved to the area it was affluent and quite safe, but over the past five years more and more black families had arrived and with them they brought the usual social problems: muggings, shoplifting, gang fights, drugs, prostitution, and low educational attainment. They also brought with them a rampant sexual nature that had seen the teen pregnancy rate quadruple, significant numbers of half-caste children being born, and the ratio of single mothers quadruple as well. Black males just couldn’t keep it in their pants!

Some weeks later Sultana was at the local jobs fair representing her new employers, who specialised in finding work and training opportunities for unemployed youth in this part of Newham. It was something she had always wanted to do — give back to the community. Throughout the day most of the people she met were disadvantaged black teens who had fallen out of education and were now doing nothing except drugs, petty crime, or worse. She met several girls in their late teens who were being used by gang members for sex. She spent as much time as possible signposting each unfortunate black youth to training, advice, and job opportunities.

Towards the end of the day a gang of fairly unruly black boys came in and Sultana immediately recognised them as the ones who hung around Sam’s off-licence. She noticed Reece was among them. All were dressed in expensive trainers, hoodies, and American baseball caps with a gold badge on the peak. Almost all had gold teeth and a brash bravado about them. She also noticed them bothering every pretty or shapely woman at the jobs fair.

To her surprise Sultana saw them approach her and start hollering at her with sexualised language and hand gestures. One or two put their hands on their crotches and pointed at her. She was disgusted at first, but the longer they carried on with their crude remarks the more she enjoyed it, although she did her very best to hide it. She was not used to this kind of brazen behaviour. She knew that she was attractive and could turn heads, but she couldn’t believe she would be able to elicit such behaviour. Most non-Muslims ignored her; the ones that didn’t were racists who had to comment on her hijab.

Once again she saw Reece come to her rescue and call them away. She smiled at him; she needed to thank him later for his help. She walked over to them and they surrounded her like a pack of salivating wolves. She had to push one or two away as she felt hands groping her Abaya, hands at her breasts and at her derrière.

“Can I help anyone with work or training advice?” she asked, placing one hand on her hip and smiling at the pack of horny young negros. There was a chorus of sexualised remarks from almost all of them until Reece intervened.

“Yeah, me please Mrs. Begum. I want to get into urban dance and teach it for fitness,” he asked with a smile.

She sat him down and had a really good conversation with him and saw how well-mannered and polite he was. She didn’t expect it from a gangbanging jigaboo and it surprised her. The information and signposting she gave him was well received and they parted company while his friends all cat-called her as they left. Sultana found herself blushing and shook her head.

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Some time later that year an exhausted Sultana arrived home to find a very unhappy-looking Reece standing in next door’s front garden. The boy had grown since she last saw him several months ago at the jobs fair. He seemed to have added more muscle. He stood before her, his coal-black face covered by dark shades, hair in cornrows, baggy shirt, huge baggy pants, and huge basketball sneakers. Several gold chains adorned his neck and at least three solid gold necklaces. Something seemed off about him; it bothered her to see him like this. Usually when he saw her he flashed that charming smile. She missed that smile as he just stood there despondent.

“Are you okay?” she asked, approaching him.

“No, I am not. Mom was supposed to be home this weekend but I haven’t seen her for several days,” he said, looking glum. “She hasn’t been answering her phone. She didn’t leave me any money either. I get really paranoid on my own,” he said. She could hear the pain in his voice; it broke her heart to see him like this.

She was angry at his mother Angela. She was a typical ghetto-fabulous black mother. She was beautiful, tall with a great figure and used it to good effect. Sultana knew Angela was a man-eater. Their bedrooms were separated by one thin wall and it wasn’t enough to drown out the sound of rampant and noisy fucking when Angela had a man around.

Now she had left this young man home alone with no money and food for several days. It was a shame he was over 18; otherwise Sultana would not have hesitated to report her to social services. The bitch deserved it for treating her son like that.

She was shattered, having done the shopping, dropped the two kids at their aunt’s for the rest of the week, squeezed in a full day’s work, and dropped off her husband to catch his flight back to Bangladesh to visit his elderly mother. All she really wanted to do was get out of her Abaya and have a nice long bath.

But she couldn’t leave Reece stranded, so she invited him in and they sat on the sofa and discussed what he could do.

“Can’t you stay with anybody else this weekend, Reece? What about all your aunts who are always around?” Sultana asked, hoping that he did have someone.

“No, they think I’m weird and I don’t get on with most of my cousins,” he replied.

She felt responsible for this poor guy. Or rather kid, given his lack of confidence and shyness. On the other hand, she did need to shower and pray. She was dressed to kill underneath her Abaya if she was honest. Her gold Abaya was figure-hugging, showing off her killer curves, boobs, and flat tummy. Underneath it she wore seamed black stockings accentuating her lean beautiful legs, and for some reason she had decided to put on suspenders, frilly hold-ups, and her raciest pink and black frilly panties. From time to time she dressed up all naughty underneath her Abaya. It gave her a thrill to be out in public dressed like that underneath; she felt naughty. It was the only way she could get any sexual fulfilment as her sex life with her hubby was non-existent.

She knew that it was haram to crave sex so much, that sex was only meant for procreation and not pleasure. But her desire for sex had always been high. Masturbating and dressing up in naughty lingerie were the only things keeping her going.

As she was about to get up and go to her room to change, she was stopped in her tracks by a sound — the sound of Reece’s belly rumbling.

“Sounds like someone’s hungry?” Sultana said, laughing.

“Sorry, haven’t had anything to eat since last night,” he said apologetically.

She told him not to worry as she went to the kitchen, forgetting that she needed to change. Instead her mind was focused on feeding Reece. All she could think about was appeasing him. She wanted to see him smile and be his usual self again. She had the curry ready in no time. She invited him to the kitchen to eat. She gave him a plate full of rice and chicken curry. He gobbled it all up in no time and rather shyly asked for more. She found it rather endearing, so she happily gave him more.

Once he finished, she took the plates, bowls, and spoons to wash. She told him to go and relax in the living room, but he refused. He said he couldn’t let her clean up on her own. She reluctantly agreed to let him help her clean up. She washed the cutlery and he dried them off. He would then put the plates on the dish rack, which was on the other side of Sultana. Every time he passed by her she felt him brush against her. She ignored it and passed it off as just an accident. She knew her big ass was just getting in the way. Plus she got a little kick out of it, especially when she felt something hard poking against her ass. She felt weirdly proud knowing that she could have such an effect on this young negro.

Soon as they finished washing up, they both made their way to the living room. They sat and spoke at length about everything from world affairs to future goals. She found Reece to be surprisingly well-spoken and intelligent, which was surprising considering the people he hung out with. Soon the conversation drifted into personal territory.

“So do you have a girlfriend?” she asked inquisitively. She was genuinely curious to know if he did have one. Such a well-mannered and behaved young man would be a catch for any girl.

“Plus it doesn’t hurt that he’s sexy!” she thought to herself whilst she eyed him up and down. She quickly berated herself for thinking such thoughts. But now that the thought was in her head, all she could do was sit there and admire the young black youth. She knew that she was definitely attracted to him.

“No, I don’t have a girlfriend at the moment. Relationships don’t last that long for me. Girls can’t handle all the familial baggage that comes with me,” he said as his smile disappeared once again.

“The fact that I come from such a broken home means none of them ever want to take things further,” he continued. The sadness was clear in his voice.

“Listen to me, Reece. Girls your age are clueless; they don’t know what a catch you are. All of those girls will regret it in the future. The fact that they judged you based on your home is unfair. You’re a kind, smart, and sexy young man,” Sultana blurted out before she could stop herself. She was incensed by what she heard and just wanted him to know that he was appreciated.

“Thank you, Mrs. Begum, for the kind words,” he said, smiling at her.

“Oh stop with the Mrs. Begum. You can call me Sultana. No need to be so formal.”

“Haha, well thank you, Sultana,” he replied. The way he said her name and looked at her made Sultana shiver unexpectedly. He looked at her the way his friends had — like a piece of meat, like some kind of prey to be devoured.

It was only there for a brief moment before he continued talking. He told her about his mother and how the whore almost had a different man every night. Her most recent partner was a Jamaican man named Leroy. Reece told her that he was pretty sure that Leroy was his mother’s pimp. He wanted to get out of the area and establish another life. Get a good job so he could free his mother from the vicious cycle she was in.

Sultana couldn’t believe it. Despite everything his mother had done, Reece still wanted to help her. Her heart went out to the young man. She reached over and squeezed his hands gently to comfort him. She completely forgot about the fact that she was touching a man who was not a mahram or a Muslim.

At that moment all she cared about was taking care of him. The things she did notice were how big his hands were compared to hers. The contrast between her fair skin and his dark skin stood out even more.

Suddenly Reece leaned forward and, like a friendly puppy, nudged his head into her bosom. Like a child he snuggled up to her and pushed his face into her cleavage. Gosh, thought Sultana, this was surprising and slightly awkward. Yet she put her arms around him and gently hugged him. She just wanted to comfort him. That’s all that mattered.

She felt his strong muscular body against her as she held him even tighter and closer.

“Damn, he feels so muscular. Bet he’s got a six-pack hiding underneath all these clothes...” She trailed off mid-thought as she realised that she had completely forgotten to change out of her naughty lingerie underneath her Abaya. She was praying that Reece wouldn’t notice. She immediately got her answer as her eyes wandered to his crotch. She gasped audibly as she saw an obscene bulge in his pants. It looked like he was hiding some kind of bat inside it. But Sultana knew that it was not a bat; she knew what it was but couldn’t believe it. It couldn’t be real. It was insane. Her head was spinning as she felt Reece’s big hands caressing her back.

Involuntarily her hand stroked his thigh and unintentionally she stroked his inner thigh. She felt like she was no longer in control of her hands, like some kind of djinn had taken over. She stroked higher into his crotch and felt his cock. It confirmed what she had thought. His cock was big, huge, enormous. His arousal was clear; her eyes were not deceiving her.

“Ya Allah, this negro is huge! He isn’t wearing any underwear. Nothing could probably contain it!” she thought to herself as she squeezed it through his baggy pants.

She failed to notice that both his hands were on the backs of her thighs, stroking up and down, moving upwards more and more. He was slowly pulling up her Abaya, revealing her seamed stockings. He kept pulling it up until her suspenders and black frilly panties were in view.

She felt him grip the flesh of her buttocks with his strong negro hands!! She froze for a moment. No way he should be doing that. No fucking way. She should stop this. It was wrong. It was haram. She should slap this young negro for thinking he could touch her.

But something in her clicked. A primeval urge, fatigue, no sex for several months, frustration, stress. Whatever it was, it had pushed her over the edge.

“Mmmmm yesss… touch it… please keep touching it…” she purred, giving in to it. Giving in to this feeling. She forgot about the fact that she was a married Muslim wife and mother. In this moment she was a woman who just wanted to give in to this illicit feeling.

He turned her face towards him, looking at her directly. The same look of lust she had noticed earlier briefly was in full force. His gaze sent a shiver down her spine all the way to her wet cunt.

He made the first move and leaned forward as they both instinctively kissed. A fiery urgent kiss. A kiss that Sultana had been craving for years. Aggressive and lusty, with their tongues fighting for dominance. He leaned back in his expensive leather settee and she straddled him. She felt his big hard cock, like a small mast, through his baggy denims. It poked against her groin as she dry-humped him.

Their tongues continued to dance and swirl as Sultana realised that Reece was the first man besides her husband she had kissed in her life. The fact that he was a negro only added to her lust. She moaned into his mouth as he grabbed her ass hard through her Abaya.

Without a word they both stood up and undressed. Frantically, panting, eyes locked. For a fleeting second Sultana realised what she was about to do, how sinful this was. But this realisation passed just as quickly as it came.

She undid the pins on the side of her hijab and let it fall to the floor, freeing her long luscious hair. She unbuttoned her Abaya, fumbling a little before she got it up and over her head. She tossed it across the room. He let out a low grunt as she revealed her lingerie, without her hijab on. It made his already hard cock even harder as he took in the sight of her tight and busty body. She clearly worked out and looked after herself. And the results were evident to him.

He smiled as he threw off his shirt to reveal a ripped, coal-black, glistening torso. He unbuckled his jeans and they fell to the floor, unleashing his huge black cock.

“OH MY GOD!” screamed Sultana in shock and awe at the sight in front of her. She had never seen anything like it.

She couldn’t help but instantly compare it to her husband Haydar’s. Sultana’s husband was between 5 and 6 inches at best. Reece had to be twice that length and much thicker. If she had to guess he was at least 11 inches. It was a beautiful cucumber shape curving to the left. Thick veins adorned its whole length, a thick dark purple bell end, and underneath were two apple-sized balls no doubt full of potent young black bull sperm. She was hypnotised by it. It was unreal. Her mouth and pussy were both watering.

She squatted down next to him and with her left hand pulled her frilly panties to one side and stroked her already wet and swollen cunt lips. She wished she had shaved around her quim as she was hairy underneath. So hairy she could feel her bush getting wet from her pussy discharge. She wondered if her tight wet Bangladeshi pussy would be able to take the big black cock on offer. She ached to have him in her now. There was only one way to find out!!

Aching to suck his cock, she looked up at Reece and lasciviously licked her glossy full lips again and again. She wanted to taste it. Wanted to suck it. She didn’t even like giving blowjobs; she had only ever done it twice for her husband. She hated it every time she did it, but right now all she could think about was kissing it, licking it, sucking it.

“Can I kiss it?” she cooed, looking up at him.

He stepped forward, stark naked except for his white socks and huge basketball sneakers.

“You’re gonna be doing more than kissing it! Now take it in your mouth, you fucking bitch!” He growled, thrusting his big monster towards her.

Sultana was taken aback by the change of tone. Gone was the polite young boy; in his place stood a foul-mouthed dominant man. Sultana would never tolerate anyone calling her such names, but at that moment in time she couldn’t help but love it. For some reason it felt right, felt good.

She reached up and stroked his huge black pole with both hands, softly caressing it along its full length again and again.

“Ya Allah! This cock is so big, so big and so black. I can’t even fit both hands around it!” she moaned and whispered.

She cupped his balls in each hand and licked them, eyes closed as deep moans escaped from within her. She reached down and fingered her cunt. She was soaking wet and found all four fingers sliding inside her pussy with ease.

Reece began slapping her face with his huge cock now. Slap, slap, slap. He slapped her cheeks, lips, eyes, and forehead and waved it around as she chased it with her tongue until she finally caught his purple bell end and wrapped her lips around it. She struggled initially to fully wrap her lips around it. It was so thick. He tasted so good. Meaty, hot to the touch, and manly. She was once again astonished by her desire to suck it. Because she hated sucking her husband’s cock. Absolutely hated it. But she ached to suck this nigger’s cock like mad. She had a ravenous hunger for him.

Slowly she took him in and out again and again until he was three-quarters in her mouth. He held himself there for several seconds before pulling out as she gasped for air. Thick lumps of saliva coated his cock as he thrust into her mouth and began a slow fucking motion. Sultana held her mouth open as wide as possible until with each thrust he fed her more black meat. Finally, he was in balls deep. His huge black ball bags rested on her chin as she felt him really deep in her throat. She felt his bell end so deep it was wonderful. She wanted him in there forever!! It was sublime. She frantically stroked her cunt flaps and shook violently as her first ever orgasm took hold.

Her legs shook violently as she felt herself fall onto her knees while Reece grabbed her hair and fucked her face fast and hard. Spit bubbles and foam escaped from her mouth as she gasped for air. She almost fainted as her hips buckled and her body convulsed with orgasmic pleasure. She shook again and again until he whipped his cock out and she wailed with ecstasy and fell back onto the sofa. The orgasm slowly subsided and she found herself regaining full consciousness.

She looked around and Reece was poised over her. He grabbed her heels and spread her legs and knelt down between her eager stocking-clad thighs. Breathing heavily, he pulled her panties to one side to expose her hairy, swollen, and wet quim.

“Oh my gosh, your pussy is beautiful, bitch. So fucking hairy and wet. So nice and wet, bitch. I’m going to fuck it so good, gyal. Going to fuck you good,” he moaned as his long black fingers teased her cunt lips open.

He gathered a huge lump of spit on his tongue and let it fall perfectly onto her flaps and then began licking her up and down like a thirsty, hungry dog, panting and groaning as he did so.

Sultana felt waves of pleasure pump through her body and grabbed his head to push him into her pussy even deeper. She locked her stocking-clad thighs around his neck and urged him on, yelling and shouting at the top of her voice.

Reece was overwhelmed by the sexiness of her scent, her sexy lingerie, and her taut MILF body. He lost himself in her musky quim. He teased out Sultana’s engorged Bangladeshi clitoris and flicked it with his tongue again and again.

Sultana wailed with pleasure again as she felt her second orgasm take hold. Reece clamped his lips to her cunt and clit as she shook from head to toe again and again until she almost fainted.

He stood up and she stroked his huge black cock with both her hands, caressing it lovingly as he held her ankles wide. She urged him to fuck her. Shamelessly and brazenly.

“Oooh baby, fuck me please. Please fuck me, honey. Fuck me with that big black cock, baby!” she begged him. She was surprised at the desperation in her voice. She was truly desperate for it.

She hooked her elbows behind her knees as he pushed her ankles behind her head.

“Fuck, you look hot, bitch. So sexy. You dutty gyal! Gonna fuck you real good, bitch, like you never been fucked before!” He looked down at her and grunted lustily.

He collected a huge lump of spit and expertly dropped it into the middle of her pussy lips. Sultana cooed with pleasure and spread the juices around her aching cunt before holding his cock and trying to guide it in.

Reece had other ideas. The boy had been fucking women since the age of 15. His English teacher at school, a 17-year-old white private school slut in Cornwall, a 30-year-old Polish hottie with whom he had fathered his first child, several older women in a two-week-long sex rampage in Cyprus, a Chinese sex bomb who had his second child, two Filipino tourists in a weekend-long threesome, and his Indian careers advisor, who cancelled her wedding as he left her pregnant after a three-day sex marathon.

His tally of pussy was 49 and he intended to make Sultana number 50. His sad and nice-boy act was just that — an act. He had used the same routine before. Now she would be his most controversial conquest, being his neighbour, a hijabi, Muslim, and a racist. His mother had warned him about Sultana and her husband’s bigoted views towards black people and he intended to convert her forever!!

He rubbed his black mamba up and down on Sultana’s pulsating pussy. Slowly, up and down, up and down. Slow and steady.

“Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me please! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now please!” she yelled at him, losing control as she was no longer able to take his teasing. In any other situation the fact that she cursed like this would have shocked her. But she didn’t care; all that mattered to her was feeling him inside her now!

He duly obliged, slowly and expertly easing his thick black bell end past her entrance. She gasped at his girth. He fed her more love meat inch by inch, slowly but surely. Thrusting in and out, giving her plenty of time to accommodate his huge length and girth into her wet, eager pussy.

Sultana gritted her teeth, grabbed his arms, and urged him on. Gosh he was so big. She felt every inch of his big black cock as it slid in and out, but she craved more and more. Finally, with one long slow push, he buried himself balls deep into her slutty wet Bangladeshi pussy. She shrieked with pleasure.

“Ahhhhh yeah ooohhh yeeessss darling! Oohhh Goooood yessssss ahhhhhhh that’s so big! Fuck yeah baby, so soo big!!” she moaned.

Fully embedded inside her, he began a slow but powerful fucking of Sultana’s cunt. She responded by grinding her hips into him every time he pushed deep into her. God he was so good in bed, thought Sultana. So good. Such a natural. She reached forward and dug her nails into his strong full negro buttocks and pulled him in some more.

They kissed hard and urgently. Her full lips and tongue yearning for him as he rutted at her like an aggressive rutting chimpanzee.

The clash of their loins produced a fleshy sound as she gritted her teeth and yelled out loud for his meat. Then, suddenly, he pulled out his glistening cock and bitch-slapped her face. Sultana eagerly held her tongue out and he obliged. She ran her tongue up and down all along his thick, veined, glistening shaft.

She could taste her salty cunt on him and it tasted good. She leaned forward and licked both his big black balls. Gosh they were huge too. Like apples but black, with a strong manly scent.

She spat on his bell end and guided him back into her, whimpering like a desperate bitch.

“Ooohhh yeah baby, fuck me again please! Ooohh fuck me good!” she cried.

The sex was powerful and raw now. Reece began pounding her hard and fast, panting and groaning with pleasure as he owned her pussy. She grabbed his heavy muscular negro buttocks with both hands and pulled him hard with each thrust. Each time he bottomed out deep inside her and she grunted like a desperate and wanton slut. Juice from her aching sluice coated his huge cock with every thrust.

Again Sultana licked her lips and opened her mouth and he pulled his cock out to let her lick and suck it clean. She rubbed him all over her face. Her mind clouded with lust as she devoured his meaty cock before putting each huge testicle into her mouth. He loved her doing that as he grunted and urged her on.

She locked her legs behind his waist and wrapped her arms around his back as he resumed fucking her hard and fast. Sultana was in love with him now. He was fucking her beautifully and she wanted it to go on forever. She grabbed his face and they kissed passionately and aggressively, tongues locking again and again.

Reece turned her onto her side, one leg on top of the other, and eased his cock out. Sultana moaned as she felt it slide out from the tight fit in her cunt. She could feel her cunt lips grip his cock as he pulled out!

He slapped her buttocks with his black snake before easing it back into her wet cunt hole. His pelvis slammed into her ass cheeks and made the most delicious sound. Flesh slapping into willing flesh as she felt him inside her even deeper. He leaned forward and they kissed deep and long as he stirred his cock deep inside her pussy in a slow circular motion.

“Oh God, I love that baby! Yeeessss I love it like that!!!” Sultana was shouting at the top of her voice.

No doubt people outside could hear what this rampant negro was doing to her, but she did not give a fuck at all.

His pounding then became relentless and wild. She held on for dear life as he thumped his pelvis into hers. His huge black cock sent waves and waves of pleasure through her pussy and into her belly. He was so good. So much better than her stupid husband.

He pulled his cock out suddenly and lunged towards her face. Instinctively she opened her mouth and he plunged his cock in between her yearning lips, burying himself balls deep in her throat. She closed her lips around his thick shaft and felt the pure pleasure of his cock deep in her throat. Saliva poured out of her mouth as he face-fucked her hard before pulling out to reveal his huge cock dripping with her juices.

Sultana pushed her wild nigger lover onto the floor and planted her fuck-me stilettos either side of his waist with her back to him. She peeled off her wet frilly panties and dropped them on his eager face. Reece laughed and then sniffed her knickers lustily before casting them aside.

“Ride my cock, you dutty gyal!” he ordered.

She reached down and rubbed his cock with both hands. She let huge drops of spit fall onto his bell end and slowly lowered her wet hairy aching quim onto it. She sighed as his girth split her labia and then she almost fell onto his huge young negro cock once again.

Powerless, wanton, and yearning for him deep inside her, she leaned back and placed her hands on his chest as she felt him bottom out inside her again. Gosh he was so deep. He was in twice as deep as her pathetic husband! She moved her hips in a sexy circular motion, feeling his cock pleasure her even more.

Reece reached forward and unclipped her bra. Her big floppy tits sprang out like two ripe melons. Sultana felt a sense of wonderful abandonment as her big brown floppy udders swayed around. She loved the feeling of her breasts flailing around as her young nigger buck filled her pussy end to end, side to side. She looked down at her gaping cunt lips and could see creamy white discharge coating Reece’s huge black cock.

She realised that he was fucking her bareback with no condom. Part of her told her to stop, but at that moment she truly loved the feeling of his thick velvety black cock. She adored it plunging in and out of her hairy, aching Bangladeshi quim without any protection. She loved the feeling of risk it added to the already sensational sex.

“Reece baby, you should have worn a rubber,” she said breathlessly as he reamed her pussy hard. Even though she loved it bareback.

“But you love it bareback, I bet, huh?” he said as if he could read her mind.

“Oooh hell yeah, Reece, I love it bareback. So much. Love it so much!” she replied without hesitation.

“You know it, bitch. You fucking know it,” Reece hissed back, his face shiny with sweat.

“So quit fucking worrying and let’s fuck real good!” He gritted his teeth, held her lower back tight, and began a very hard fucking.

Sultana gritted her teeth, almost snarled back at him, and pushed up and down onto her lover’s big black cock. Hard. Very hard and fast. For a few minutes their groaning and yelling was drowned out by the sound of her lovely brown ass cheeks and thighs slapping and quivering into his pelvis. His huge balls slapped up into her clitoris, stimulating her even more.

Without warning Sultana felt another orgasm and fell back down hard onto his huge cock. She held herself there as her thighs shook violently and she felt a deep warm feeling well up in her cunt. She threw her head back and her body shook again and again.

Eyes closed, she bit her lower lip as the feeling pulsed through her body for the third orgasm that day. She almost collapsed on top of him again as he held her hips to steady her then carried on pounding her harder.

She slowly climbed off his black love mast for a pause and caught sight of his cock. It looked amazing. Even bigger now, glistening with her juices and rock hard. She lunged her head towards it and began licking it up and down like a ravenous dog — his bell end, full length, and his huge sweaty balls.

She was consumed by desire and he urged her on, swearing and belittling her, questioning her morality, her reputation, and her dignity. Sultana totally loved it. He was such a hot young negro and she adored being his bitch.

He pulled her down onto his face and began devouring her cunt. She felt his huge tongue working her wet throbbing cunt lips and teasing out her clitoris.

The more he devoured her the wilder she got on his cock. She took him balls deep and let saliva pour onto his thick veined shaft. Reece responded by thrusting hard into her mouth as his balls hit her chin again and again. Finally she spat out his black bull meat and he stood, sat on the sofa, gestured to his massive cock, and said, “Get on this cock, you bitch. Get on it and let me fill that hairy pussy again.”

Sultana laughed and gave his cock several lascivious kisses before standing with her stilettos either side of his waist as she faced him. She squatted down, feeling his huge hot bell end nudge her hairy quim once again. His wet hard cock slid into her hungry pussy with ease. In one swift hard downward push Sultana took him balls deep again.

She felt his hard love muscle push against her cunt walls, his balls against her ass, and his bell end go well past her cervix and into her uterus. The feeling was indescribable. Pure and utter pleasure.

Their lips locked as she ground her hips back and forth, savouring his meat inside her, relishing the feeling of utter satisfaction from his magnificent girth and length. Ya Allah! She loved this negro’s cock. This bull and his meat. He was fucking her in such a way that she knew for a fact his whole “shy” and “nice” boy act was a routine because there was no way he was not getting girls.

She imagined how much satisfaction he probably brought to other women and felt proud she had ensnared him. She would not be surprised if he had sired several children with different mothers at such a young age. She knew he would sire many more over his lifetime.

“Fuck me in the bedroom baby, please fuck me in my bed,” she whispered lovingly and urgently in his ear.

He paused and held her thighs on his forearms, lifted her, and stood up still buried in her cunt. She held his neck tight and began riding him hard as he stood and pounded her more and more. They kissed as he moved out and onto the stairs. Slowly he went up each step as she rode him until he was inside Sultana and her husband’s bedroom.

The huge bed had never seen sex like this. Reece pushed her onto her back and held her high heels up as his glistening hard cock remained buried in Sultana.

“Push my heels behind my head, nigger. Come on, do it and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please!!” She yelled as she hooked her elbows in front of her.

Reece needed no invitation as he shoved her stilettos behind her head and grunted lustily at the sight of the prime Bangladeshi pussy spread out beneath him.

Sultana’s face was only a few inches from her wet and throbbing pussy. She could see her piss flaps spread out wide by his cock. Gosh it looked amazing as his huge cock was nestled inside her, shiny black with thick veins. Reece held the back of her head and pulled her down towards his cock and said, “Spit in it, bitch. Spit in your own pussy.”

“Yeeeessss baby yeeesss let me do that yeeessss!” Sultana yelled out.

As she fired off several huge mouthfuls of spit onto her cunt flaps and his cock, Reece slowly began fucking her again and built up to a mighty pace. He squatted over with his feet on the edge of the bed, still wearing his huge basketball sneakers, and pounded her for several minutes before easing his cock out and making Sultana lick it clean of her own juices.

He fucked her again some more and again made her lick him clean. The third time he pulled his cock against his belly and Sultana hungrily licked and sucked his huge black balls. She was like a hungry beast lapping away at his ball sacks before urging him back into her eager cunt again as she moaned, “Oh baby this is so good, so much better than fucking him.”

“You know it, bitch. You fucking know it,” he grunted back.

She felt a wild abandonment as he used her body for his pleasure. She cared for nothing except the pure joy of the black cock sex she was getting from this rampant negro bull. The bed creaked relentlessly with the weight of his thrusts into her cunt and the swaying of their bodies as they sought to pleasure each other and themselves.

In the midst of this amazing sexual encounter, Sultana came to a surprising realisation. A realisation that was both scary and exciting. At this particular moment Sultana felt an unmistakable yearning to have this nigger’s baby. To be mother to a black child. Like the women he had probably fucked before her and the women to follow after her. An illegitimate child like all his other women. Another baby mother. Oh dear God she ached to be pregnant by him.

A few years ago her black cock whore friend Linda, who was white and had three half-caste children by different negro fathers, spoke openly about her desire to always be available to breed for black bulls. She told Sultana the urge to breed with black men, once experienced, was irresistible. Linda had told her she openly sought out bulls who had heavily pregnant wives and girlfriends because they were the ones most in need and also the most rampant. They hadn’t fucked pussy for months maybe and were eager to fuck.

Sultana had laughed off Linda’s requests and stories. Laughed them off as wild musings of an extremely wild woman. Linda had always had a reputation. But she was a good friend, her only non-Muslim/Bangladeshi friend.

She knew it was important to have different kinds of friends; it gives you a better perspective of the world. In Linda’s case it was a wild, slutty, and crazy perspective. However, she no longer thought those views wild or crazy. She finally understood what Linda had been trying to tell her all these years.

Sultana now understood that deep desire and she was now overwhelmed by it. She held onto his head and began fucking him back wildly. Sliding her body back and forth on the silk sheets to meet his cock as it hit her erogenous zones. Back and forth like a mad fuck doll, meeting his huge black mamba as her ass slapped against his thighs. Reece buried his head in between her floppy tits, closed his eyes, and went mad with lust. This married bitch who he had wanted to fuck since he first moved next door was now his. Her pussy belonged to him.

Sultana slowly unravelled her legs and wrapped them around his upper back, locking her heels hard and pulling him into her.

They kissed hard and aggressively as she whispered into his ear, “Baby I’m not on the pill.”

Reece carried on his smooth and hard fucking of her pussy, eyes closed, deeply loving her body and pussy.

“Yeah? So what you want me to do, bitch?” he moaned back.

“Be careful baby, please be careful,” she replied, half-heartedly, knowing full well she wanted the opposite. No. She craved the opposite.

Reece knew what she wanted. He wasn’t a black bull with a stable of hot pussy at his disposal for nothing. He knew this hot married MILF wanted to breed and he was going to make her beg him to.

“Yeah I’ll be careful if that’s what you want,” he sniggered back.

She instantly regretted it and grabbed his firm black buttocks and pulled him in hard. She ground her hips into his and racked her brains hard. Fuck, she wanted his baby but didn’t want to seem desperate.

“I got the morning-after pill if you want to shoot in me baby,” she said eagerly, hoping it would make amends for what she said a few minutes ago.

“Bitch if you want me to shoot in you, say so. Don’t fuck about,” he barked at her.

She was relieved. “Baby I’d love to get a load but I’m married and all that.”

Reece pulled his massive bull cock out of her soaking pussy and bitch-slapped Sultana’s face with it. She pouted her lips and urged him on.

“Bitch you wanna get bred black? Is that it? Is that what you want?” he yelled out loud as he hit her.

“Yeah baby, that is what I want and you know it, lover. You know,” she moaned back helplessly.

“Then get this dick rock hard girl ’cos I’m gonna put a black baby in you real deep. Real fucking deep, bitch,” he snarled at her like a thug.

She needed no invitation as she went to town on her nigger lover’s big black mamba once again. Only this time there was a sense of wild abandon. Sultana threw caution to the wind and set her mind on priming him to breed her.

She longed to be a black baby mother now. She wanted to push a half-caste baby around the High Street like all the other countless black cock sluts in her neighbourhood! To be a single mother like them! To be branded and labelled a nigger-loving slut!

She threw off her bra and her big floppy tits spilled out like spaniel ears. She put his huge cock between them and started rubbing both titties on it, engulfing him, caressing him, loving him.

He groaned with pleasure and began a hard fucking motion up and down in time with her tits. She gritted her teeth and yelled at him to fuck her tits hard and rough. Finally she let him go and he ordered her onto her hands and knees.

She displayed herself to him like a depraved bitch on her knees and elbows, shaking her ass at him and moaning at him to fuck her more. Reece held back and slapped her ass cheeks, swearing at her, belittling her, and telling her what he was going to do to her.

He finally tore her wet panties off and ordered her to push her cunt out even more. Sultana arched her sexy back down, ass in the air, and thrust her crotch backwards towards his waiting cock. He nudged her wet opening with his cock, dipping it in a little each time, an inch more until finally, with one powerful thrust, he invaded her married pussy in full.

Sultana grabbed fistfuls of bedsheet and screamed. Up to this point he had gone deep into her craven cunt, but now he was in really deep, way past her cervix, and she could feel his cock head well inside her uterus. She urged him on, shouting and yelling. Reece grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his cock every time he thrust into her. The result was a delicious thrashing of her ass cheeks against his pelvis.

Waves of pleasure overtook the rampant young negro too. He had started the day thinking which of his mother’s sexy knickers he would wear over his face while masturbating and here he was screwing his sexy Bengali MILF neighbour senseless. He gave a short laugh, snarled aggressively, and pounded her pussy. He could see her moving in time with him beautifully. Sexy bitch knew how to fuck, man. She was a class-A performer. Definitely one to tell the homies about. He would share her around but wanted to enjoy her for a few days first.

He put his hands on his hips and slowed down a little. No need to come too soon, he thought, as he stirred his nigger cock inside her and leaned forward to maul her big titties for a while.

Sultana sighed at the feeling of her nigger lover crouching over her back and groping her breasts. She loved being molested with his strong negro hands. Hands that were like spades. She loved his weight on her back and his big negro legs slamming into the back of her thighs as he fucked her hard and wild.

She rubbed her ass against his thighs and moaned, “Lean back baby and rest. Let me fuck you baby. Let me fuck you back.”

“Yeah bitch, get it. Go get it. Work for it, you dutty gyal!” snarled Reece as he put his hands above his head, whooped with delight, and urged Sultana on.

She pushed back fully into his balls, stirring her hips around, then leaned forward, getting the measure of his beautiful nigger dick sliding out of her before pushing back into him hard. Slowly, slowly, again and again she did this, each time letting more and more of his cock out before slamming back.

Finally she had the full measure and timing and was fucking him so good he cooed with delight. He began responding by slamming into her ass until both their bodies were joined in a passionate and crazy frenzy.

Sweat poured from their bodies as the bed creaked under their weight. She shut her eyes and gave one long yell as orgasmic convulsions took hold once again for the fifth time that day. Reece held his cock inside her until he felt a powerful warm swell from inside her and pulled his cock out like a champagne cork.

Sultana screamed so loud she lost her voice as a huge jet of juice squirted out of her throbbing Bangladeshi cunt and splattered her nigger lover. She held the sheets tight as her hips shook again and again and she wailed helplessly.

Foam escaped from her mouth and she grabbed at her own hair helplessly as the devilish interracial fever coursed through her body before slowly subsiding. Finally she stopped blubbering.

Reece pounced once more, plunging his jungle meat deep into her again and again, unrelenting and forceful now. He mounted her a second time and they locked lips. Sultana reached underneath her cunt and found his huge balls slapping into her clit. She fondled them lovingly and urged him to breed her.

He then pulled out and began sliding his cock up and down the length of her pussy lips, coating them and widening them even more before pushing his cock back inside Sultana’s begging cunt.

Finally, Reece felt the fever well up in him and course through his loins. He held her big tits and pounded her like an out-of-control machine. Anyone watching them would have thought they were both having epileptic fits, such was the passion and intensity of the sex, the shouting and yelling, the slapping of her flesh on his, and the wet squelching of their juices mixing together.

With several wild convulsions Reece finally came deep inside Sultana’s engorged and willing cunt. Time after time he emptied his balls well past her cervix. She felt each blast of hot nigger baby juice as it filled her belly. With each throb of his huge cock Sultana pushed backwards into her lover, yearning for more, milking him, loving him. She spread her legs even wider to accommodate him into the crevasse of her buttocks.

Finally the young black buck finished emptying his sacks inside her Bangladeshi pussy and panted like a lion after feasting on its kill.

His hard cock remained inside Sultana as she reached back and stroked his cornrowed hair and whispered lovingly to him, “Thank you so much baby, so so good. That was the best sex ever. Thank you.”

She pulled him to her and they kissed slowly and passionately as she ground her hips into him again and again. The kissing became more and more passionate as Reece became fully erect again. He began fucking Sultana again. She was astounded. Only five minutes and he was ready to go again.

He grabbed her arms and held them behind her back in a tight lock, holding her up as his doggy-style fucking became hard and fast. Reece closed his eyes and roared as Sultana shook like a rag doll. Her cries of ecstasy became one long wail as her tits shook. The intensity of the fucking was so severe the young bull and Bangladeshi slut could not hold back any longer. Both came simultaneously, joined in their wanton craving. Their flesh slapping together as he shot thick wads of jizz deep into her, while her pussy convulsed violently, engulfing his huge cock in its intensity.

When Reece finished his breeding of his married MILF neighbour he jumped back off the bed and collapsed on the floor from the effort. Eyes closed, he almost blacked out as he lay panting and sweating. He felt elated, ecstatic yet feverish. A huge grin plastered on his face as he surveyed his day’s work. The homies would be proud of him. This would push him up the local rankings, no doubt.

Sultana was not as strong. Her orgasm left her shattered and she experienced hallucinations for several minutes. Her vision became blurred, foam poured from her mouth, and her pussy discharge became uncontrollable as it shot out in warm jets into the air. She gripped the sheets, crying in pleasure as her body convulsed again and again. When it all finally subsided she remained in doggy style to allow Reece’s precious semen to travel deep into her womb. She did not want to waste a single drop of his black gold.

Every tiny bit needed to be protected to boost her chances of interracial fertilisation. Cooing and moaning, she finally relaxed and Reece left shortly after.

Later that night Sultana found herself tossing and turning in bed. The smell of sex was still in the air. A part of her thanked Allah that her husband was away for so long. She could still smell him, his strong masculine smell.

Even after having a shower she could still smell his sweat and cum on her. She did not mind it at all; in fact it turned her on. She felt like she had been marked by him, marked like she was some kind of property or territory.

As she lay there she thought about how quickly she had given in. Part of her felt ashamed by the lack of control she showed. She had acted like a total wanton slut. All because she had not had any sex in a while.

She knew that she was a terrible wife, mother, and Muslim. She didn’t feel terrible because of what happened but rather about what was to come. She knew that there was no turning back.

She laughed as she remembered what her friend Linda used to say. Once you go black… you never go back.

**********

The following day Sultana went to work but her mind and body were still in another zone from the magnificent coupling with Reece. She felt euphoric and detached from everything. She tried to go about her normal routine yet she failed. She always found herself thinking about Reece and his cock.

As she approached the shared driveway she noticed Angela, Reece’s mother, and a middle-aged black man sitting on deckchairs by their front door. Who she presumed was Leroy, but with Angela you never knew — the bitch might have already moved on. The man went indoors and Angela spoke to her.

“I heard what went on yesterday,” Angela said to her with a shit-eating grin.

Sultana frowned, caught off guard by Angela randomly starting a conversation.

“Sorry, you’ve lost me. What went on yesterday?” she replied to the tall, busty, svelte Jamaican matriarch. Gosh, thought Sultana, they really did get the fittest negros to breed on those plantations. Angela was in her mid-40s but had the figure of a 20-year-old glamour model.

“Don’t mess me around. You and my Reece,” she replied haughtily.

Sultana was dumbstruck. She never envisaged the hoodlum would tell his mother. She refused to play ball.

“Listen lady. Whatever your son told you it’s bullshit!” she said, trying to sound convincing.

Hands on hips now, Angela refused to let up. “My son fucked you good and proper, you slut. Don’t deny it. Half the street heard you begging for it.”

Sultana ran indoors, shocked and humiliated. For the next few hours she was in a daze, unsure what to do. This was totally unexpected. She knew Angela could cause her a lot of trouble. She had to stop more people being told. She went and knocked on Reece’s door.

The black man she had seen earlier opened the door and let her in. Angela and Reece were in the small living room. The interior was dated and the red carpet worn and in need of change. Sultana knew Angela was hard up but she didn’t think it was that bad. But then, like most black women, she was always fabulously turned out; ghetto fabulous was the term she was looking for, and Sultana had to admit she had a stunning figure accentuated by a pair of quite magnificent black buttocks.

She looked at the three jigaboos one by one then nervously addressed both mother and son.

“What happened yesterday was wrong and I regret it totally. I am really sorry for leading you astray, young man. Please forgive me,” she said. She was a terrible liar and it must have shown. Even now she could feel how good he felt inside her and how wonderful the sex was.

“We do not mind what you did, just don’t lie about it,” Angela replied, almost seeming to sense Sultana was not being sincere. “If you want someone, have ’em. That’s my motto.”

Sultana was taken aback and confused. “So you don’t mind?”

“Why the fuck should she?” replied Reece. “I’m an adult, father of three, and you’re an adult too. We do what we want.”

“Exactly, and that’s why I was talking to you earlier. It ain’t no problem to me, ok,” said Angela and then left the room. Her boyfriend remained and said, “Reece mi bwoy, yuh kno mi ain’tcha yuh fada but yuh get mi backing. Mi proud of yuh an back yuh always inn yuh decisions.” His Jamaican accent was thick; it took a few minutes for her to process what he had said.

He looked Sultana up and down, admiring her figure, before following Angela. She had felt his gaze scanning her body, sizing her up. Like a wolf ready to pounce. Sultana also got a good look at the man she had heard so much about from Reece. The man who was partly to blame for the sleepless nights she endured when Angela was being fucked. He exuded power, dominance. It helped that he was built like a tank and must have been at least 6 foot 6 in height. He had a sleeve tattoo on his right arm with images she couldn’t quite make out. He had long dreadlocks, which were tied back in a ponytail. His skin was darker than coal. He was probably the darkest negro Sultana had ever seen. She was drawn to him and his power. She felt weak in her knees as he continued sizing her up. She had forgotten all about Reece, Angela, and the reason why she had initially come over. She was snapped from her daze when she felt a stinging slap on her ass.

Sultana smiled to herself and turned around. She collapsed into Reece’s arms and they kissed passionately, hands exploring each other’s bodies. He almost tried to tear her Abaya off but she stopped him. “Patience my love, wait for me. Tonight we will be together. Tonight we will satisfy our crazed lust, ok.” She left her negro bull panting and dizzy for her pussy. Playing hard to get was so difficult, thought Sultana, as she left barely able to walk, her pussy was so wet.

*******

That night Sultana and Reece dined out at Sahara Grill in Whitechapel, a Halal grill restaurant full of Asian Muslims. All the women were hijabis and the men were bearded. They were all surprised to see the coal-black youth arrive with a hot hijabi on his arm.

Sultana had worn her tightest-fitting black mesh-design silk Abaya, hijab, and fuck-me stilettos. Besides the tight-fitting Abaya she looked like the perfect hijabi, all grace and poise, whilst Reece looked like the perfect hoodlum, dangerous and dominant. Sultana had spent hours getting ready and she knew she looked good. When Reece had come to pick her up he nearly took her right in front of her doorstep. It took great resilience from her to pull him off her and remind him that she was his tonight; there was no need to rush. She had also called her in-laws and asked them to keep the kids for an extra couple of days, which both they and the kids were happy about.

All eyes were on them, just like Sultana wanted it. She knew it was reckless as this was a popular spot for Bangladeshi Muslims; the chances of running into someone she knew were high. But she no longer gave a fuck. She wanted to be seen; she wanted everyone to know that she was owned by him. Reece made that fact very clear as he had his hand on her booty as they were led to the table by a waiter.

Under her hijab and unbeknown to Reece she had got her hair done in cornrows. She had read in an interracial dating forum that cornrows were a sign of a non-black woman’s commitment to loving black men. She had also decided to wax all over and had finally shaved the ever-growing bush. She was smooth and fresh down there. Ready for a long night of fucking.

The waiter, who was desperately trying to hide his shock and disgust, led them to a table in the corner, which was in a very dark area of the restaurant, far from the other tables. They both knew why they had been given this table. Despite being out of the way from the rest of the customers they still got looks of scorn, hate, amazement, and fascination from the other customers for a while. Until, like all things, they were forgotten about. Which suited both Reece and Sultana.

When the waiter arrived Sultana openly referred to Reece as her husband and ordered the food and drinks. They could tell the waiter had gossiped about them because all the staff kept glancing at them for the rest of the evening. When she went to the restroom there were several hijabis in there chatting and doing their make-up.

One of them asked her openly about Reece and Sultana proudly spoke of him as her husband. “What do you see in such a filthy Kalia?” one asked. Sultana replied, “The pleasure he brings to me, Sister, cannot be bought for all the money in the world.” They were all taken aback and Sultana left the ladies’ room ten minutes later having explained to them the joys of interracial sex.

The women were stunned and disgusted by her brashness, her lack of hesitation in describing her sexual tryst with her negro lover. She left all those women stunned and had a feeling a few of them were curious about black cock. That was for certain.

Throughout the meal Sultana quietly told Reece what she craved later that night. The poor young jigaboo could barely eat as the blood had rushed from his head down to his cock. She told him of the outrageously sexy frilly crotchless panties she was wearing and how she needed him to take them off with his teeth.

She unzipped his pants under the table and gently pulled out his huge black monster. She began stroking it; it was already hard. She wanted it even harder.

“Damn you horny Bengali bitch, you want my black meat more than this Halal meat don’t you?” he asked, gritting through his teeth as he tried to keep his composure.

“Yesss… baby… I want this big nigger meat… I… need… it,” she whispered to him.

She dropped her fork under the table, winked at him, and got under the table. Reece looked at her confusingly as he saw her get under the table. His confusion was cleared when he felt her cool and sexy lips on his cock. She was sucking him right there in the restaurant. Reece placed his hand under the table and grabbed the back of her hijab-covered head. He pushed her head down further and further until he felt the back of her throat.

Sultana was gagging and choking on her black lover’s massive cock. She had only planned on giving it a kiss or two. Yet here she was being face-fucked under the table. Her pussy was on fire; she knew she would climax any second. He was thrusting into her face hard; the force of the thrusts made her hit the underside of the table. Thankfully she didn’t hit it that hard.

“You alright, bitch?” asked Reece.

“Mmmpffff,” moaned Sultana with her mouth still wrapped around his cock. She was slobbering all over his black meat as he continued fucking her face. He finally relented and let go of her face; he didn’t want to blow his load so early. He wanted to save it for her pussy. He reluctantly ordered her to get back up on her chair. She was disappointed that he wouldn’t let her taste his cum right now. Reece noticed her disappointment.

“Stop pouting, my bitch. I’m saving my nut for that Bengali cunt of yours,” he purred into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Yesss baby!!” she moaned softly as she gave his cock one final tug as the waiter approached them with the bill.

He was tempted to just throw her over the table and take her right here and now. No bitch had ever got him so worked up.

He usually got bored of sluts after a couple of days. But he knew this Bengali MILF was a special kind of slut. He knew he wasn’t going to get tired of her anytime soon. He no longer wanted to share her with his homies; he was going to keep her all to himself.

As they walked out onto the streets Reece grabbed Sultana and kissed her passionately. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue invaded her mouth. After what seemed like an eternity they broke off the kiss. Reece then turned towards the couple who were sitting near the window of the restaurant.

He winked at the hijabi, who blushed whilst her husband bristled in anger. As he looked at Reece and Sultana with such anger and hate, Reece then grabbed his visible bulge and pointed at the woman and then back at his bulge. Clearly indicating what he meant, the woman smiled and blushed again. The husband seemed to get even more angry, which made Sultana and Reece laugh out loud. They quickly moved on from the restaurant to the car.

The walk to the car took longer than anticipated as they stopped frequently to make out. Sultana had no reservations or fears about putting on such a show in public. She would gladly have him take her right there on the street. They finally made it to the car, both of them panting like animals in heat. They drove back to the house as fast as possible, going over the speed limit once or twice.

When they got back they went to his house and upstairs to his bedroom. Reece slowly took off her hijab and whistled at the sight of her cornrows. “Shit baby, you is goin’ all out for the homie life, huh.”

“Oh yeah baby, I wanna show you what I’m about now. I am not messing around. I’m a brotha lova now!” She declared.

“Yeah well you’re gonna have to prove that, bitch. To be a brotha lova you gotta show a lotta love, bitch. A whole lotta love!” Hissed Reece, making gun gestures with his hands and grabbing his crotch rapper style.

Sultana got on her knees and crawled to him on all fours, moaning, “Yeah baby, I’m a nigger-loving kuthi baby. I cannot imagine living without nigger dick in me.”

She undid his baggy pants and saw his huge cock stretching his briefs like a tent. She rubbed his cock up and down and could see a huge damp patch on his briefs as pre-cum oozed out. She bit his cock through the fabric and rubbed her teeth along its thick shaft and chewed his nigga balls through the soft cotton.

“Bitch I can’t take no more,” he roared and pulled it out. It was huge. She was taken aback by how hard it looked too. The evening’s public foreplay had gotten this black bull in a fiery mood and he was ready to take it out on her wet pussy for sure.

“Fuck me baby, fuck me hard please nigger. I’m so horny for that big black dick now. Fuck me you black bastard, fuck me yes yes!” She was yelling in rage, lust, and frustration all at once.

She wanted him so bad; she still couldn’t quite believe that she had become this addicted within a couple of days. She was no longer the same woman. She was different; she was now a nigger cock addict.

Her face was contorted and teeth gritted in a violent and lusty expression. She loved him and hated him at the same time. She was deeply racist towards blacks but loved black cock. The filthy dirty kuthi Bengali slut. She found herself aching for black dick all the time nowadays and she would make sure this nigger gave it to her. Real fucking good tonight.

She fell back on the bed and in a violent frenzy Reece tore off her hijab and Abaya as she tossed him off hard. He squatted over her and began a steady fucking of her face. She puckered her glossy lips and egged him on. At the other end he pulled her thighs wide and ate her like a crazed animal. His teeth found the gap in her crotchless panties and his tongue probed her hard and fast. His lips clamped onto her cunt and he chewed her pussy hard.

Sultana grabbed his full buttocks and pulled him into her mouth more. He began thrusting wildly into her mouth now and the bed shook and creaked noisily from their weight. Suddenly Sultana heard a voice and looked back at the door.

Standing there was Angela’s boyfriend Leroy. Casually drinking beer from a can as Reece face-fucked her. He saw her look at him and gave a thumbs up. Sultana slowly eased Reece’s huge cock out of her mouth and jerked him off while licking her lips at the mature bull. Leroy unzipped his pants and lowered them to his waist. His erect cock formed a taut and huge bulge in his briefs. She looked him directly in the eye as she gestured him into the room. She found herself drawn to him.

“Reece mi bwoy, mek sum room fi yuh dear old dad,” said Leroy as Reece jumped off Sultana. Sweating and breathless, he raged at the intrusion.

“Fucks wrong with you. Fuck outta here,” he shouted at Leroy.

“Now now bwoy, be gud. Mi di man of di yaad now, tell yuh get use to it.”

“You ain’t jack man, fucking jack.”

Sultana didn’t want the two jigaboos fighting. The slut in her reached a new level as she realised that she wanted both these bulls. She also saw the opportunity to get another one over on her hated neighbour Angela. Fuck her boyfriend and she’d be ruling it over the bitch.

“Seriously guys, calm down. You’re both acting like I’m not in the room,” she cooed in a soothing voice.

“Man got no business being here, bitch,” snapped Reece as he stood up and shoved his stepdad in the chest. His resentment for the other man was clear; he clearly hated what he had done to his mother.

Leroy pushed him back and, being the stronger bull, forced Reece against the wall.

“Bwoy yuh be winding mi up lately. A guh show ya wah it means to be a real man,” hissed Leroy as he pulled off his briefs and his huge thick coal-black cock sprang to life.

Sultana’s eyes opened wide in wonder. It was bigger than Reece’s, not by much but definitely bigger. So unbelievably thick; both her mouth and cunt were watering. His was a very black cock with a bright red bell end surrounded by several thick rings of foreskin. He was uncircumcised and Sultana imagined those rings of skin under his bell end really stimulating her cunt as he pounded her. Time to take control, she thought.

“Right both of you guys! Need to calm down now, all right.”

She pointed to them both but her eyes were on the two big black cocks at her disposal.

“Listen, either both of you are going to have me or none of you is having me, understood? Both of you are almost father and son so be civilised and we can start to have some real fun now. I want both these big black cocks and you boys want my pussy so let’s get fucking. Let’s see who is the real man here. Not squabbling boys in the school yard.”

That seemed to do the trick as both jigaboos nodded in agreement and moved towards her. Sultana kissed Reece, stroking his face and whispering soothingly to the young coon.

Calming him, relaxing him while she excitedly held Leroy’s thick horse-like cock and stroked it lovingly. She could feel its girth and thick pulsating veins. She cupped her hands around his bell end and stroked him up and down.

Leroy couldn’t believe his luck. He was happily fucking Angela’s mighty MILF pussy but had been looking for something extra and here it was. He had fucked Asian pussy before but only Hindu bitches. Muslimahs had been out of bounds until now it seemed.

Sultana knelt down and looked up lustily at both negros as she jerked off both together. She cooed softly to both to calm down and to enjoy themselves. She softly challenged them to pleasure her. Satisfy her. Breed her. Her friend Linda Nash had told her of some sensational interracial threesomes she had in Jamaica and Cameroon. Now Sultana was about to do the same with her next-door neighbours.

She was excited by Leroy. She guessed that he was probably in his late forties. He was surprisingly well-toned for a man of his age. He gave off an aggressive aura. There was a nastiness to him that she wanted to feel through his cock. She recalled hearing him fuck Angela at night and how he made the black bitch yell and howl. She wanted the same treatment. From her son and boyfriend!!

“You boys are going to fuck me good, right? Going to give me some good nigger lovin’?” she asked, goading them on. In reality she was trying to goad only Leroy on.

“Yuh bet gyal, yuh betchya!” hissed Leroy, bitch-slapping her face with his cock. She held him in her left hand. It weighed more than Reece’s young dick and she loved the colour. So so black. She curled her tongue around his bell end and then licked him up and down again and again. With her right hand she stroked Reece’s cock along its full length.

“Let’s fuck in your mum’s room,” she said to Reece.

“Yeah let’s duh har pan di big bed bwoy!” Leroy said. “Weh mi duh yuh mada hahaha.”

Reece cursed him but Sultana calmed him down and led them into Angela’s boudoir. Gosh it was horrible in there. Purple carpet and sheets. A cheap bed with a saggy mattress and old paint on the walls. The bed was huge though. Emperor size.

Sultana crawled onto it on all fours and felt huge nigger hands mauling her body. Strong hands mauling her ass and thighs, her titties, and fingers clinging at her crotch. She could feel the aggression and competitive edge between the two bulls. She loved the feeling it gave her to know such prime studs were fighting for the right to pleasure her.

Reece seemed to win the first joust as he knelt in front and began face-fucking her. She licked his cock slowly around the tip then along its full length and finally to his swinging apple-sized balls. Slowly he then entered her mouth and began making love to it.

Not to be outdone, Leroy spanked Sultana hard over and over before crouching down to her asshole and pussy. Reece had not gone near her asshole but Leroy went there like a pro. In fact no one had been near her asshole; she had never taken anything up the ass. As anal sex was forbidden in Islam, yet she was sure this forbidden rule would be broken too.

Leroy’s right fingers opened her cunt lips through the crotchless panties while his left fingers pulled aside her panties and his tongue teased her butthole. God it felt good. He let streams of saliva fall into it and his tongue pushed into her yearning anus. It felt like a soft probe as he breached her and went in several inches.

She cooed in delight and pushed back into his big black face. His tongue worked overtime as she shuddered with the pleasure he was giving. She could feel an orgasm coming and he had only just touched her!! God she loved what these negros could do to her.

“Faster, go faster please nigger! Fuck yeah, go faster please!” she yelled.

Reece slapped her face with his cock before jamming it in her mouth again while Leroy worked her ass and cunt fast. Sultana loved the feeling of taboo as she continued breaking all cultural norms. She had to remind herself that a couple of days ago she was a Bangladeshi devout Muslimah hijabi, married with children. Now she was committing adultery with two kafirs that were black and also stepfather and son!! Allah forgive me, she thought as she came.

Reece held her head, refusing to let go, while Leroy’s powerful negro body held her firm at the rear. Her body shook violently, her hips rocked up and down, and then a huge squirt of cunt juice sprayed Leroy and the bed. She held the sheets tight, eyes closed, gagging on Reece’s cock. Finally she felt the orgasm end and spoke.

“I want you boys to fuck me good. Real good. Do not tire, do not stop, do not rest. If you can’t handle me, leave now. I am going to give you the best sex ever and I want the same,” she demanded.

“Looks like yuh neva train dis bitch properly. Listen yuh dumb Bengali whore, yuh nuh need fi tell wi niggas wah fi duh. Wi niggas ongle kno ow to fuck rough an haad. Wi own yuh now suh eff yuh mek any more demands den yuh nah be getting no nigga cock. Mi kno yuh addicted to it suh now shut di—” thundered Leroy, pulling her hair.

“Oh yeah, me and him gonna do you real good an’ ruff yeah baby,” followed up Reece, in a far more submissive tone than Leroy. Reece had realised that he was not at Leroy’s level quite yet.

Sultana was loving the power play here. It felt wonderful to have Leroy just move in and dominate. He was such an alpha bull!! She lay on the creaky bed and moaned in pleasure. Her legs spread wide automatically and she wet her fingers before stroking her wet cunt.

She held her meaty dark flaps wide as Reece pounced. He rubbed the full length of his cock up and down her cunt before plunging inside with one strong thrust.

She wailed at the sharp pain and then the sheer pleasure that followed.

“Aaaahhhh yeah oh yeah fuck me nigger! Fuck me please yeah! Fuck me like a dirty kuthi slut pleeeeeeaassee!!” she begged them.

“Fuck har bwoy! Fuck har gud! Show mi wah yuh get! Let’s si eff you’re a man or just a likkle youth!” Leroy yelled at Reece, urging him on.

Reece gritted his teeth and began fucking her with an aggression Sultana had never seen in her life. His face was contorted in rage and lust. There was a wild need from him to prove to Leroy he was a real man too. She felt this; she stroked his strong negro arms and cooed to him lovingly, “You know you got it, Reece baby. You got what I need so give it to me yeah, give it baby.”

Not to be forgotten, Leroy began slapping her face with his beautiful cock. Sultana tried to playfully bite it but he waved it around and she followed with her tongue out and saliva pouring out of her mouth.

He then squatted down in her face with his balls hanging down and she devoured them one by one. They were fucking huge. Much bigger yams, heavier than Reece’s young apples!! These were grapefruits in comparison and so heavy. She licked each one lovingly, savouring the strong musky scent of his undercarriage as she nuzzled them with her nose, lips, and face, coating herself in his sweet sweat.

Finally Leroy plunged his prime mature bull cock into Sultana’s yearning mouth and began fucking it slow and steady. He reached forward and pulled her legs back behind her head and urged his stepson to fuck her cunt harder. Both coons now fucked her like they owned her.

It was wonderful for Sultana as she felt her deepest desires fulfilled. She was being spit-roasted and it felt divine. In a state of utter euphoria. In the cloud of lust she yanked off her wedding ring and cast it aside. It meant nothing to her. It only mattered that she was available for these two shiny black bulls. She felt their need to copulate and yearned to be available for them at all times.

She gently forced Leroy out of her mouth and took several deep breaths before urging him to fuck her. Reece was wonderful but she wanted Leroy so bad. She ached for his alpha bull cock inside her!

The two negros swapped positions. Reece’s cock was shiny from the fucking and heavily coated with her cunt juices. She flicked her tongue out like a serpent and licked him clean before lovingly kissing and sucking his bull balls. Sultana moaned with pleasure. It felt so good, so normal to be used by black cock.

She felt a wonderful sense of contentment at being used by these two rampant jigaboos. It felt natural, evolutionary almost, like she had been put on this earth for nigger dick. To be fucked by them. To be their pleasure toy. To be their baby mother.

Leroy knelt over her and began fondling her pussy lips with his big fat fingers. Sultana could feel their size! Gosh they were like long thick sausages! Eager, urgent, and hungry. She leaned forward and hooked her elbows behind her knees and reached down to open her cunt even more for Leroy.

She felt the tip at the entrance of her gushing Muslim quim. He was rubbing it against her, teasing her whilst smiling at her with a wicked grin. Leroy wanted to hear this Bengali bitch beg.

“FUCK ME YOU NEGRO!!! STOP TEASING ME AND RAM THAT BIG NEGRO COCK INSIDE MY MARRIED CUNT!! FUCKKK!! I NEED TO FEEL IT!!” she screamed with such fury and desperation that it stunned all three of them in the room. She had abandoned sucking Reece’s cock; at that moment she only wanted Leroy. He was the nigger that mattered. Reece sensed this, it made him angry but he felt defeated so he got up and left. Sultana did not notice his departure as Leroy had pushed his big fat black cock head inside her. Taking her by shock. She came. Just from feeling his tip. She still had a long way to go before she had all of him.

Leroy laughed as he felt the whore spasm beneath him. He buried more and more of his cock inside her. Every inch that entered her was met with violent spasm and scream. His cock was resizing her cunt permanently. He felt her cunt gripping his cock tighter and tighter.

“Suh fucking tight yuh Muslim whore!” he growled in ecstasy. As Sultana shook and howled underneath his huge dark frame. The bed shook from the power of his thrusts. Sultana shook along with the bed. She was in heaven as Leroy continued to plough in and out of her. She had never experienced sex like this in her life. Whilst Reece could be rough and powerful, Leroy was on another level. There was something animalistic about the way he was fucking her. Like a predator exerting his dominance over his prey, which was her. She felt like she was being fucked by a real man; her husband and Reece were far inferior to this man.

He wrapped his big black hands around her throat. Sultana’s eyes almost popped out of her head as Leroy began choking her. He applied more and more pressure as she struggled to breathe. Meanwhile his thrusts had become stronger and even more powerful. She looked up at his face smiling down at her as he continued to apply pressure on her windpipe. She was both afraid and aroused by it; her body could not handle it. Her whole body shook as she had a massive orgasm.

“Yuh dutty Bengali slut!” Leroy said as he laughed at her. He enjoyed the fact that being choked out made this Bengali slut even more horny. He released his grip from her throat. As she finally breathed freely. He spat on her face and slapped her. He then repeated the same routine again, spitting and slapping but not too hard.

He didn’t want to ruin her pretty face; he just wanted to see how far he could push it with this bitch. Sultana for her part did not complain once. She was initially shocked by being slapped whilst he continued fucking her but she didn’t mind at all. She would let him do anything to her as long as it allowed her to be fucked by his monstrous nigger cock.

“Now fi di final test,” he thought to himself as he pulled his cock out of her now gaping pussy.

“Noo!! What are you doing? Please don’t take it out! Please put it back in!!” screamed Sultana almost on the verge of tears. She felt empty both physically and emotionally; she needed him back inside her. She wanted to feel him shoot his load in her.

“Mi close to blowing mi nut yuh nuh mi slut. Only mi sluts get fi feel mi Jamaican cum. Yuh Reece slut nuh fi mi,” he said mockingly. He knew that unless a slut begged for it she really wasn’t his. And he wanted this slut to beg. He wanted to hear her plead.

“Please Master! Put your big black cock back in my slutty Bengali pussy! I’m your slut from now on. Your slave. Your whore. I will be whatever you want me to be. Please Master!! Please!! Gimme dat big negro cock! Pump yuh cum inna mi nigga!!” she pleaded and cried as she added the last bit. She had often heard Reece’s mother scream that when Leroy was fucking her. Now here she was screaming it out even louder.

She did not even hesitate for a split second in submitting to him. Everything else was forgotten. Reece, her husband, her family, her culture, her religion. All that mattered to her right now was submitting to Leroy fully.

She saw Leroy smile as he wordlessly approached her. He spread her legs wide and lifted them up on his shoulders. With one huge thrust he was inside of her. Sultana shrieked in both pain and pleasure as his massive tool invaded her once again. She felt like she was in heaven. She felt like she was complete. She had always had this feeling that something was missing in her life. That everything she was doing was not what she was really meant to be doing. She finally knew that her real purpose in life was to serve black bulls like Leroy. To be at their beck and call. He was her Master; she would do anything for him. There was a part of her deep down that chided her for submitting so easily. But that part held no power over her any more. She was a black cock whore, a very proud black cock whore.

“Cum Master!! Cum inside your Bengali slut’s cunt!! Pump yuh cum inna mi nigga!” she howled in desperation as she felt her Master getting closer. As his thrusts were more wild and frantic. Sweat was dripping off both of them, drenching the bed. Sultana smiled as she realised what a mess they had made on Angela’s bed. They were not done yet either.

“Fuckkkkk! Here it comes yuh Bengali slut! Here it comes fuckkk!! Tek it all yuh whore! Tek mi nigga seed deep inside dat married Muslim womb! A guh knock yuh up yuh wa dat nuh you? Yuh filthy fucking bitch!” Leroy growled as he unloaded wave after wave of his cum deep inside Sultana.

“YES MASTER!!! YESS MOREE KEEP CUMMINGGG INSIDE MEEEEE!!! OH YESSS YOU’RE RIGHT I WANT TO BE KNOCKED UP BY YOU! I DON’T CARE IF EVERYONE FINDS OUT!!” Sultana roared out loud. She didn’t care if the whole neighbourhood had heard her. In fact she wanted them to hear, wanted the whole world to hear, even her husband and family. Consequences be damned; she was determined to get knocked up by her Master.

She was amazed by how much he was unloading inside her. More than her husband and Reece, it was overflowing and filling her pussy to the brim.

Sultana lay there unable to move. She was drenched in sweat, her pussy was still overflowing with Leroy’s cum. It gushed out like a waterfall. She didn’t even have the energy to stop the flow of it. The cum was being wasted but she knew that she would be getting plenty of loads from Leroy. That’s all she could think about now. Leroy was everything to her. She had cheated and essentially left two men within the space of a couple of days. The first one was her husband and the second one was Reece. She felt a pang of regret for completely forgetting about him, for not even noticing that he had left. She was now Leroy’s slut. She knew it. Leroy knew it. She was pretty sure the whole neighbourhood knew it. Soon her husband and family would know too.

Leroy meanwhile smiled to himself as he looked at Sultana laying there all worn out. He knew that he had hit the jackpot. He knew she would fetch him a high price in the market. Niggers would flock to have a piece of her. He began to formulate all the things he would do to her besides just pimping her out. She was his now, his property...

**End of Chapter 1.**

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