Worshipping The Bully Ch.03

 **Chapter 3: First Sin**

Khadija lay awake in the grey pre-dawn light, Ahmed’s soft snoring beside her like a mocking reminder of the life she was supposed to live. His body was warm but uninviting — the same body that had failed to satisfy her for years, the same hands that had once struck her in frustration over his own impotence. She slipped from the bed quietly, performed wudu with trembling hands, and stood on her prayer mat facing Mecca.

*Bismillah-ir-Rahman-ir-Rahim…*

The words barely formed. As she prostrated, forehead to the carpet, flashbacks assaulted her: Tyler’s thick white cock slapping her face, his cum drying on her breasts, the way her own pussy had clenched greedily around his fingers in that motel. Her nipples hardened against her nightgown. A fresh trickle of shameful wetness slipped between her thighs.

*Astaghfirullah… Astaghfirullah… Ya Allah, forgive Your weak servant.*

Tears fell onto the prayer mat. She was a married Muslim woman, a mother, a daughter of the Ummah — and she had already whored herself out twice for a racist white boy who hated everything she stood for. How many more sins would she commit before Allah turned His face from her forever?

Downstairs, Amir was humming softly while eating cereal. His black eye had faded to a faint bruise, but his smile was bright and trusting. “Mom, you’re the best. I didn’t get bothered at all yesterday. Whatever you told the dean worked.”

Khadija hugged him tightly, inhaling the innocent scent of her son, her heart shattering. *If you knew your mother let that monster fuck her mouth and cum on her face so you could walk safely… you would hate me.* The guilt was a knife twisting in her chest, yet when her phone buzzed on the counter, her pulse quickened with dark excitement.

**Tyler:**  

*Today. 11:30 sharp. My house. You have two full hours. Nothing under the abaya. I’m burying my cock in that married Muslim cunt today and pumping it full. Be one minute late and your little paki bitch gets what’s coming to him.*

She replied with shaking thumbs: *I’ll be there. Please.*

The drive felt endless. Every mile she whispered desperate prayers under her breath, yet her body betrayed her. Her heavy breasts ached, her clit throbbed against the seat, and her pussy was already slick and swollen.  

*This is zina. Major sin. I am risking my marriage, my son’s respect, my akhirah… all for the cock of a boy who calls me sand whore. What kind of mother uses her own body as currency? Yet… I can’t stop thinking about how full he made me feel. Ahmed has never once made me cum like that. Am I truly protecting Amir… or am I just addicted?*

She arrived at 11:25. Tyler opened the door shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, the barbed-wire tattoo circling his neck like a crown of dominance.

“Get the fuck inside, camel-fucker.”

The door had barely closed before he ripped her abaya open, exposing her completely naked body underneath. Cool air kissed her heated skin. Tyler’s blue eyes raked over her full breasts, wide hips, thick brown thighs, and the dark hair covering her soaked pussy.

“Already dripping,” he laughed, sliding two fingers between her folds without warning. Khadija gasped sharply. “Pathetic. Your husband must be fucking useless.”

“Please…” she whispered, voice cracking with fresh tears. “This is only for my son. I’m only doing this to protect him. Don’t make me enjoy it.”

Tyler smirked and dragged her upstairs by the wrist, her abaya trailing behind like a discarded modesty. In his bedroom he threw her onto the unmade bed and spread her thick thighs wide apart, exposing her completely.

“Keep lying to yourself while I taste this forbidden pussy.”

He buried his face between her legs.

Khadija’s back arched violently. His tongue was hot, wet, and relentless — long, slow licks from her entrance to her swollen clit, sucking the sensitive nub between his lips, then pushing his tongue deep inside her as if trying to fuck her with it. The obscene wet sounds of his mouth devouring her filled the room. He sucked, licked, and fingered her for nearly twenty-five agonizing minutes, two thick fingers curling relentlessly against her G-spot while his tongue flicked her clit in rapid strokes.

She fought it. She really did.

*This is haram… I shouldn’t feel pleasure from this racist boy… I am a mother… a wife… Astaghfirullah…*

But the pleasure won. Her first orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. Her thighs clamped around his head, her hips bucked wildly, and she came with a long, broken scream, gushing onto his tongue. Tyler kept licking through it, drawing out every spasm until she was sobbing and twitching.

He rose, lips and chin shiny with her juices, and shoved his sweatpants down. His massive white cock sprang free — thick, veined, angry, the fat pink head already leaking. Khadija stared at it with fearful hunger.

Tyler climbed between her spread thighs and rubbed the head up and down her soaked slit.

“Beg for it, sand whore.”

Tears streamed down her face. “Please… be gentle… I haven’t had anything this big…”

He laughed and pushed forward.

Khadija’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as the thick head breached her. Inch after girthy inch stretched her married walls to their limit. The burn was intense, delicious, overwhelming. She felt every vein, every ridge dragging along her sensitive inner walls. When his heavy balls finally pressed against her ass and the head kissed her cervix, she was panting, eyes rolled back.

“Fuuuuck,” Tyler groaned. “So goddamn tight. This pussy was made for white cock.”

He started slow — long, deep, grinding strokes that let her feel every single millimeter. Khadija’s hands clutched the sheets, knuckles white. Her mind fractured further with every thrust.

*He’s inside me… another man is fucking me raw… I’m committing adultery in another man’s bed… my husband is at work right now while his wife is getting ruined… but it feels so good… so deep… so full… Allah forgive this sinful woman…*

Tyler gradually increased his pace, fucking her harder in missionary, staring straight into her tear-filled eyes. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping her ass echoed with every thrust. He leaned down and sucked hard on her dark nipples, biting them until she cried out.

“Look at me while I ruin your marriage,” he growled.

Khadija came again — violently — her pussy spasming and milking his thick shaft as waves of unwanted ecstasy tore through her. Her juices squirted around his cock, soaking his pelvis.

Tyler didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing, yanked her hijab back like reins, forcing her head up, and slammed back inside in one brutal thrust. The new angle was devastatingly deep. He fucked her like an animal — hard, fast, merciless — his hips crashing against her wide, jiggling brown ass.

“Whose cunt is this now?” he demanded, spanking her hard.

“Yours!” she sobbed. “It’s yours… just keep my son safe… please…”

He railed her relentlessly, one hand reaching around to rub her clit in tight circles. Khadija came a third time, screaming into the mattress, her entire body shaking uncontrollably as her pussy gushed around the superior white cock stretching her.

Tyler’s breathing grew ragged. He slammed deep and held himself there.

“Take my load, you filthy Muslim whore. I’m breeding this married womb.”

Khadija felt the first powerful jet explode inside her — hot, thick, endless. Rope after rope of potent white cum flooded her pussy, painting her cervix, filling her until she could feel her belly slightly swell. The sensation of being pumped full by a real man triggered her fourth and most devastating orgasm. She screamed, vision whiting out, body convulsing beneath him as her married cunt milked every last drop from his balls.

When he finally pulled out, a thick creamy river of his cum poured from her stretched, gaping hole onto the sheets.

Tyler slapped her ass one last time. “Good fuck, towelhead. Your son stays safe… for now. Clean up and get out. I’ll text you when I want this pussy again.”

Khadija lay there for long minutes afterward, cum still leaking steadily from her ruined pussy, staring at the ceiling in a daze of shattered guilt and lingering pleasure.

*What have I done…? I let him cum inside me. I betrayed everything. And the worst part is… I already know I’ll come running the next time he texts.*

She dressed slowly, Tyler’s seed trickling down her inner thighs the entire drive home. When she greeted Amir with her usual gentle smile and kiss on the forehead, the contrast nearly broke her.

“Yes, beta… everything is going to be okay.”

But Khadija knew she was lying to both of them.

**End of Chapter 3**