Fahima Ch.02 free porn video

Fahima stood waiting at the bus stop, struggling to cover herself up with her jacket. The chilly air had hardened her nipples which were visible through the abaya. She knew the moment she had put on the tight silky black abaya that it was going to be impossible to cover anything up.

She had been in great turmoil over the past twenty-four hours. One moment, she felt ashamed for doing the sinful acts with Donte yesterday but on the other hand, she felt excited every time she thought about it. She had decided she was going to turn up at Donte's place and tell him it was a one-off mistake that would not occur again. She was done.

At least that's what she told herself, yet Fahima had worn the red hijab Donte had ordered her to wear which complimented the tight form hugging black abaya. The abaya is meant to conceal a woman's assets but the one Fahima had worn did the opposite. It highlighted the sexy curves in her. It clung to her big breasts and her beautifully sculpted ass.

It left nothing to the imagination. She had also forgone with underwear just as Donte had instructed. She had even told her husband that she would be staying over at her cousin's for the night as her cousin's husband had passed away recently.

An elderly Muslim woman looked at her up and down with such disdain that Fahima thought she would melt under the woman's gaze.

"Besharam orat!" Which means 'shameful woman,' she heard the woman mutter.

Thankfully the bus arrived and allowed Fahima to escape the woman's disapproving gaze. Fahima made her way to the end of the bus which was virtually empty. After a few stops the bus began to fill up. Fahima noticed a group of black men get on the bus. They were at the opposite end of the bus but Fahima saw one of the looking at her whispering to the others. Fahima noticed from the corner of her eye how they were looking at her.

She saw them slowly but surely making their way towards her. Their eyes were glued to her shapely ass. Instead of being horrified, Fahima stuck her ass out a little more. She loved when men gazed at her with lust in their eyes, so she decided to tease them a little.

'What harm could it do?' She thought to herself. She also realized that at least for awhile it would serve as a nice distraction from the turmoil in her head.

They had reached her now. They formed a circle around her. Like a pack of wolves cornering their prey, except this prey was more excited than afraid. She was penned in amongst them. Thanks to her short height and their incredibly tall height, the rest of the bus was obscured from her view. Despite that, she could tell the bus was getting incredibly packed as the circle of black men around her grew closer and closer, until she was squashed in between them.

She felt them rub against her gently. Then she felt hands roaming all over abaya, squeezing her ass, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples. She had to stifle her moans. She was being felt up but instead of screaming, she was completely wet. She was so horny from before that she didn't resist these young men at all. They all seem to rotate around her, getting a good feel of her god-given assets.

One of them grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back against him. She almost yelped in horror as she felt the young man's huge bulge against her ass. He began rubbing against her ass slowly then gradually he began to thrust it against her ass. She could tell he had big cock, she wondered how big it was. She thrust back against him, grinding her ass against him. She felt the young man undo the zip of his trousers and pop his big black cock out. He lifted up the back of her abaya only to be pleasantly surprised by the fact she was not wearing any underwear.

"No underwear, a tight form hugging abaya. I don't know much about Muslim women but I do know they're meant to dress moderately. So that makes you one sinful Muslim whore, attracting everyones attention," he whispered in to her ear, making her shiver.

He placed his big black cock between her ass cheeks and began to rub it. Fahima began to moan quietly in pleasure as she felt the big black cock between her ass cheeks. She also realized that the young man's friends were shielding her and their friend from everyone else on the bus by completely surrounding them.

One of them lifted the front of her abaya and inserted his fingers deep in to her wet cunt whilst the other man began to thrust faster and faster, squeezing her ass cheeks causing more friction. The man soon pulled out his fingers and pulled out his cock, Fahima looked down at it in awe. It was huge and thick, she saw the huge head travelling towards her cunt as she prepared yell in pain and pleasure on penetration. But she was disappointed when the man began to just rub his cock along her pussy lips instead of ramming it in.

"You want my cock inside of you didn't you?" laughed the man revealing his golden tooth.

"Mmmm... yess," she moaned softly as the golden tooth man continued to tease her pussy lips with his cock before ramming his fingers back in to her cunt.

She tensed up as she felt something his poke her virginal ass hole. It was the leader of the group's huge tip and it was knocking on her backdoor. She was both excited and appalled by the thought of her ass getting taking on the bus. But his thrusting became frantic as his cock swelled until he blew hid load along her ass cheeks. Fahima had cum along with him, the mixture of having two cocks so close penetrating her and the fact that it was on a bus was too much for her body to handle. The orgasm she experienced nearly knocked her off her feet.

As Fahima stood there panting, coming off the high of her orgasm, the bus came slowly to a stop and the group of young men started to get off. As they left, each one of them gave her tight ass a squeeze. The leader of the pack who had just cum between her ass cheeks gave her small piece of paper as he got off too.

Once they had left, Fahima looked at the piece of paper and saw a number on it with small message that read, 'call me if you want to get that sinful ass of yours fucked, and the other boys want a piece of you too. The name's Jerome, bitch. Remember it!'

Fahima was in utter shock. She couldn't completely explain why she had let the group of young black men use her like that. A couple of months ago it would have been an unthinkable thing, but not so much now. She popped into a public rest room to clean up before she arrived at Donte's house.

Here she was, standing in front of his door contemplating what to do. She had also packed an extra abaya and hijab, just she was told to do so. Part of her wanted knock on Donte's door and become his completely yet here she was hesitating. Her mind was all over the place especially after the bombshell Donte had dropped on her before he left and the events that had occurred on the bus ride here.

She still couldn't quite believe that he had lied about being married just so he could get close to her and own her. She was restless as soon as he had left her; the revelation that her husband was a heavy drinker, the fact that he had flaunted nude pictures of her in front of Donte. And of course the fact that she gave in to her carnal desire for Donte only to realize he was playing her all along. All of this combined with the guilt of cheating made her hesitate. She couldn't go through this. She knew that she would not be able to face him at all, so she turned away from the door.

As she turned away she heard the door open and before she fully realized what was happening, she was yanked into the house and her lips were pressed against Donte's.

"Were you about to leave, my filthy hijabi slut?" he asked.

His hands squeezing her shapely ass through her abaya pulling her closer against him. She realized he wasn't wearing any trousers, or shorts as she felt his thick erect twelve-inch monster against her stomach. Donte placed both of his hands over her breasts and squeezed them through her tight abaya. Fahima began trembling.

His strong hands were alternately caressing and squeezing her big bosom. Her vagina let out a little squirt of fluid. Donte felt her cunt squirting as he lifted the front of her abaya up and slipped his hands in.

"Donte, I can't... ohhh, fuckkkkkkk!" moaned Fahima as she felt the tip of Donte's finger slide along her labia.

"You can't do this, is that what you wanted to say, my hijabi whore? If you don't want this, then explain it to me why your cunt is so wet," he said laughing as he slowly pushed one finger inside her as deep as it would go.

Fahima couldn't help herself and gave a large squeal. "OH, ALLAHHH!!" she cried, feeling Donte pump his finger in and out slowly.

Soon Donte's middle finger joined his index finger inside her dripping pussy. She tried to fight the urge of pushing back on to his fingers but she failed. She knew that the right thing to do would be to stop him but her cunt was on fire all she knew was that right now she needed him. She was too far gone to stop him now.

"OH, ALLLAHHHHH!!" cried Fahima as she hit by one of the biggest orgasms she had ever experienced.

"How does it taste?" He asked her as he put his cum soaked fingers in her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm... it's delicious!" she cooed panting, sucking her own pussy juice off Donte's fingers.

He pushed her down on to her knees. Fahima fell to her knees right in front of Donte's foot long black cock. It looked even bigger as she stared cross-eyed down the shaft. She gripped Donte's huge black cock with the hand that contained her wedding ring. She started to slide it up and down his hardening shaft. It extended an inch and then another, stiffening to full erection. She grabbed the base of his cock to hold it steady and began running her free hand up and down the shaft.

If someone had told her two days ago that she would be kneeling in her hijab and abaya whilst stroking a foot-long black cock, she would have laughed at that person's face after having slapped them. But here she was, her cunt dripping went, her mouth salivating, on her knees in her hijab and abaya getting ready to suck the huge black monster in front of her.

"Suck it!" Donte growled at her, almost as if he knew what she was thinking. She obeyed immediately.

Fahima ran her tongue around the head and then stretched her jaw as wide as she could, she took the tip in her mouth. She held it there, letting her tongue swirl all around the head. She bobbed her head a little, sucking the end of Donte's cock. Drool ran down his shaft, soon helping her hand glide smoothly up and down his cock. They both moaned together.

Fahima gagged and paused for a moment as the head pushed into her throat. She tried again and this time succeeded in getting a third of Donte's cock in her mouth. He was so large and thick. She still wasn't used to sucking something this big and she knew it would be awhile before she would be. Her pussy was now dripping wet and craving for some attention. Looking up at Donte, she saw him staring back. He could see the lust in her big brown eyes staring up at him.

"You love sucking my big black cock don't you, my slutty hijabi whore?" he asked her even though he knew the answer.

"Mmmmmphhh," was all she could manage to say in response with her little hijabi mouth wrapped around his cock.

She let her tongue run under his cock while she sucked it. She moaned around his shaft as she fingered herself. Minutes later, Fahima wanted to scream as she orgasmed, but her scream turned into another gag as nearly half his cock slid down her throat. Fahima noticed Donte's cock seemed to be swelling and knew it would be even harder to swallow.

She wanted to pull back until his whole cock was out of her mouth but instead she engulfed all of it deep down her throat. Donte placed his hands on her hijab covered head as his cock gave a large spasm and cum filled her mouth. It bulged her cheeks out and squirted out the sides of her mouth around his cock.

She was forced to gulp, swallowing too much at once and making her throat hurt. She swallowed again, this time tasting the hot rich seed on her tongue and loving the taste of it.

Donte suddenly pulled back and shot several strands of semen across her face and hijab just as he had done yesterday. Wad after wad of thick cum erupted from his big black cock, she was completely drenched. Donte jerked forwards on his own cock, squeezing several long strands of sperm out to fall on her stretched tongue. Fahima took every drop in her mouth and swallowed. She wiped the cum of her face and licked it off her fingers like a greedy slut. She couldn't deny the fact that she loved the taste of Donte's cum. Donte used her hijab to wipe off some of the cum on his cock.

As Fahima sat on her knees enjoying the taste of his cum, he grabbed her by her hijab dragging her upstairs to his room. Fahima's pussy quivered in both excitement and fear for what was about to come.

Once they were in his room Donte sat on the edge of his bed, which allowed Fahima to get a good look at his perfectly sculpted ebony body. The surge of lust that rose with in her as she took in the sight of his nude body and huge cock made her shake physically.

"Strip, take EVERYTHING off!" He ordered breaking Fahima out of her lustful trance.

She knew exactly what he meant by everything. It had caused her to pause. He wanted her to take off her hijab. She was aware that it was silly of her to hesitate like this, after all, he had already seen her naked. But for a Muslim woman the hijab is an important symbol, only certain family members and her husband had seen her with out her hijab. She knew that this was the last straw. After this, there would be no going back.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the pins holding the hijab in place. She took out the pins and began to undo the hijab, her hands were still shaking. Slowly the hijab came off as her long black raven hair cascaded down her back. Fahima let go of the red cum stained hijab as it slowly fell to the floor.

Donte couldn't help but smile to himself as he watched this sexy Muslim housewife completely surrender to him as she took off her hijab. The significance of the action was not lost on him or his cock which was now ever harder than before.

Fahima looked down on the floor refusing to look up at Donte. She felt more naked than ever before. She had surrendered her self to him completely. Her fingers shook as she undid her abaya. She lifted her abaya over her body, then her head.

She was now completely nude. She looked up at Donte soaking in her naked body, devouring it with his eyes, whilst her eyes were glued to his rock hard abs and his cock. Fahima felt a sudden surge of lust at the sight of his nude body and huge cock. It increased the level of arousal she was feeling. Donte stood up from the bed and began to walk towards her. Every step he took towards her only made her poor heart beat faster.

"Come here," He growled, as took her hands, and led her over to the bed. He sat her on the edge and kneeled down between her legs.

"Ya, Allah!" she cried, realizing what he intended. She found the idea suddenly exciting and her soaked pussy gushed some more. She couldn't wait for him to begin.

Fahima stared wide-eyed as Donte moved his head closer between her thighs. Donte was taking a big whiff of her cunt.

"Excited aren't you, hijabi slut?" he asked her, laughing.

"Yes!" she purred as his tongue slowly licked up her wet labia before flickering over her distended clitoris.

Fahima shuddered with pleasure. She moaned when he repeated the act. Donte increased his pace and Fahima's body reacted by writhing in pleasure. She stared down at him in awe as he wriggled his tongue as deep as it would go in her pussy. He was doing things to her that no one had done before. Her husband, Ali tried his best to pleasure her with his tongue but he never really liked it. Donte on the other hand seemed to relish tasting her increasingly wet and leaking cunt.

He stared back at her and she got the impression he was grinning as he tongued her. She had no idea oral sex could feel this good. She gasped as her writhing turned to bucking as she raised her pelvis into his thrusting tongue.

Maybe she could convince Ali to try again. With practice, her husband might become as skilled as Donte was and all she'd have to do is suck Ali's little penis more. She immediately regretted thinking that, but there was no denying the fact that she now considered her husband to have a little penis. Fahima's crotch leaped up and froze as she had a sudden strong orgasm. Donte had pushed the tips of two fingers inside her while sucking her clit between his lips. She fell back on the bed whimpering.

He had pushed his fingers in as deep as they would go and it had prolonged her orgasm. The black man's two fingers were bigger then Ali's penis, longer and a lot thicker, and it felt amazing. Fahima opened her legs wider as she fell back on the bed and closed her eyes.

Donte's fingers and tongue felt so good and really hit the spot. It was exactly what her pussy had needed to satisfy it. She wanted and needed him deeper inside of her, Donte sensed this need in her as he attacked her pussy more aggressively. He fingered her rapidly while flickering his tongue over her clit. He wasn't keeping his fingers straight, he was arching and the tips were really stimulating an area deep in her pussy. Fahima couldn't believe it, but she was going to cum again. When she did, her orgasm was explosive and she soaked Donte's entire hand. It felt so good, the euphoric feeling made her completely forget that fact she had initially come here to put a stop to things. Fahima was moaning in a near comatose state.

Fahima was only vaguely aware that Donte had withdrawn his fingers and was pushing her body back on the bed. When she did finally come to her senses, she looked up to see the black man was now kneeling between her legs with his foot- long cock aimed straight at her pussy. The huge knob had emerged from the foreskin and was inches from the opening of her vagina. She gulped as she remembered how it felt like yesterday. She was still sore and had not fully recovered.

"Go easy on me, please Donte, my pussy still hurts from yesterday. I doubt if I can take it all," She moaned as Donte pressed his bulbous cock head against her labia.

"You'll take it all, you sexy hijabi slut, and I don't care if it still hurts," groaned Donte. They moaned together as his cock head slipped inside her, "I haven't met a woman yet who didn't love every inch."

"Oh fuckkkkkkk," she cried watching Donte work the cock head around in her before slowly pushing several more inches in.

He was patient, slowly moving his cock in as her pussy opened for it. Soon, he was deeper then Ali had ever been, then he was deeper then his fingers had been.

She stared in awe as her pussy slowly accepted the huge infidel cock inside her once again, wincing when the head banged on her cervix. He held his cock against her cervix, jerking it and pressing it against the opening to her womb. His cock was ejaculating large amounts of pre-cum on her cervix, softening it and slowly it opened for the large invader.

Fahima winced in pain as Donte's cock slipped all the way inside her. She had taken him balls deep. He held it buried and she was surprised at how quickly the pain faded. With the pain her doubts about all of this faded too. She knew what she wanted. Her mind was clear of all the turmoil.

"You know what I want?" she asked.

"What's that, baby?"

"I want to be fucked by that big black cock. I want to be fucked hard."

"Do you now?"

"Yes, my lover, fuck me with your big black cock, fuck my hijabi cunt, FUCK IT!" She pleaded, moaning.

She expected Donte to began slamming her hard after that, and he did not disappoint her as he slowly started moving his cock in and out of her.

"How's that feel, my hijabi slut?" He asked her groaning.

"I'm so stuffed down there. It feels amazing... oh, Allah, Donte!" She cooed.

"Better than hubby?" Donte waited for several seconds for her answer, he was testing her. He could tell she was hesistating.

"Yes, it feels better then my husband. Oh Allah... I'm going to burn in hell fire for this but yes a lot better. It hurts to say it but I love it. Now shut up and work that big black cock defile my Mmuslim cunt!" She pleaded.

Donte continued slowly working his cock in and out of her pussy. "You feel good to me to, so damn tight, looks like Allah's blessed you with a heaevenly cunt. You're so hot and wet down there. That hijabi cunt of yours is gripping my cock like a vice!" He said as he continued his invasion of her cunt.

Fahima moaned as her body automatically started lifting her hips into his slowly thrusting cock. "Faster, Donte. Ya, Allah... Please. I want to be fucked hard and fast... OH, ALLAAH!" She begged like a wanton slut.

"Sorry, Fahima, you're just so sexy. So beautiful. You deserve to be treated better then I treated you yesterday. I wanna slowly have you all night!" He said sounding sincere when in fact he was teasing her.

He wanted to hear her beg more, his sadistic side took pleasure in hearing this once pure Muslim hijabi housewife beg for his black cock to pound her senseless.

"OOHH... ALLAHH," she groaned, feeling an orgasm growing inside her. It felt like it was centred in her womb. "I don't want it slow, oh Allah... please faster," she gasped, grabbing his hips and trying to pull and push on them to get him to move faster. Donte didn't change his pace. He was enjoying this a lot more.

Fahima released her grip on his hips and used her small hands to gently beat on the hard muscular chest hovering over her.

"Donte. Please. Ya, Allah, I need it, Donte. Come on, you black bastard. Fuck my Muslim cunt!" She roared frustrated.

He had teased her enough so he started slamming in to her harder, finally giving her what she wanted. Fahima began to shudder and writhe beneath him, lifting her crotch up into each thrust of his cock.

She opened her legs as wide as they would go and wrapped them around his thighs. Her fists quit pounding his chest as he had begun to fuck her harder. She slipped her arms around his back, grabbed his ass cheeks and tried to pull him deeper into her. His face was hovering over hers, separated by half a foot. He was staring into her eyes.

"Oh... fuckkkkkkk," she whispered.

"Cum for me," said Donte.

Fahima suddenly released her grip on his ass. Her hands grabbed both sides of his head and pulled his lips down against hers. It was an open wet kiss and soon their tongues were duelp over whose mouth to enter. Then Fahima was cumming and cumming hard. She whimpered in pleasure, as her whole body felt like it was on fire as her orgasm continued on. She had never felt bliss like this before. She was more than satisfied, but she wanted more.

Fahima sucked his dark lower lip into her mouth, whimpering while she came down from the huge orgasm. "I want more," she mumbled, the words garbled as she was still sucking on his lip.

Donte laughed and kissed her again, holding his cock buried in her. She passionately returned it while he let her rest for a moment. After a minute or so, Donte enveloped her body again and rolled over on his back, never breaking their kiss. Fahima pushed against his chest and sat up feeling the full impalement of his mighty cock inside her.

"Now ride me, you sexy hijabi whore!" growled Donte, Fahima felt as those she had no option but to obey.

Fahima was still too weak to bounce in his lap. She ended up leaning forward and sliding her crotch back and forth. They kissed again for awhile, before Donte pushed her back and took one nipple in his mouth. Fahima groaned in pleasure as he flickered his tongue over her sensitive nipple.

"Oh Allah," she whispered, almost to herself,

"I'm gonna cum again!"

"That's it, Fahima," he said releasing her nipple. "Do it. Cum for me. Cum for your master."

"Ya... Allah, Donte." Fahima sat up and began bouncing in his lap.

"Cum on that big black cock for me my hijabi slut," Donte grabbed and squeezed both her breasts.

He leaned up far enough to suck on her other nipple. He switched back and forth between her nipples.

"I'm cumming, oh Allah... I'm cumming again" she moaned, quivering as she rode his cock.

Donte kept sucking on one nipple, but he suddenly moved his hands to her ass and held her up. He took over, bucking his hips and thrusting his cock in and out of her as fast as he could. Fahima screamed in pleasure. Her orgasm was immense.

This time he didn't let her recover. He just kept thrusting up into her. "I can't, ugh, believe, ugh, what you're, ugh, doing to me, ugh, ugh, OH... ALLLAHHHH!" she cried.

"There's something you can do for me, my hijabi slut," he grunted. Donte had broken out into a sweat now and his forehead looked strained.

"Ugh... yes... oh... Allah... anything... ugh... so good... ugh," she replied.

Donte kissed her nipple and fell back on the bed, looking up at her. "I'm gonna cum soon."

Fahima was surprised he had lasted this long, although in all honesty she knew she shouldn't be so surprised. Ali would have ejaculated within minutes at the pace Donte was going and Donte had been at it for what felt like an eternity now. He was younger than her husband Ali whose best years were behind him now but even then the age difference wasn't huge. She was mystified and amazed by this black man's stamina.

"What do you... ugh... oh, Allah... want?" She cried.

"Getting close," he answered.

She suddenly knew what he wanted and she didn't hesitate for a single moment because she wanted it too so she gave it to him.

"In my cunt... yes... in my... cum in my, ugh... ohh, Allah in my cunt... fill... my... Muslim... cunt... with... your... seed!" She panted.

"Oh yeah, take it my hijabi slut... TAKE IT!" Growled Donte, thrusting up and holding his cock in her.

"Yes!" Screamed Fahima as the first huge jet of sperm struck her womb.

Unbelievably, it triggered a third orgasm which lasted as long as Donte's cock continued blasting sperm inside her pussy. Fahima couldn't really tell, but it felt like he was filling up her cunt with more of his seed than yesterday.

When he was done cumming, he released his hold on her ass and let her fall on top of him. She grabbed his cheeks and pulled her mouth over to his. They kissed for several minutes with his cock plugging her pussy full of his semen.

"You loved that, didn't you? You loved my black cock filling up your married Muslim cunt," said Donte between kisses.

"Yes... oh yessss!" She replied.

Fahima slowly slid off Donte's cock, but kept the head in her. He was still huge, but it had gone limp.

"Oh Allah... I'm going to have to run to the bathroom once you pull out this black monster and unplug my Muslim cunt. Because I am going to leak all over the place," she said laughing.

Donte laughed and yanked his cock out. Fahima gasped in shock and leaped off the bed, racing to the bathroom. She hadn't been wrong, liquefied semen poured out of her pussy, dripping on the bed, floor, and coating her thighs. She squatted over the toilet and scooped out as much as she could with toilet paper.

She was a little worried about Donte cumming in her and the consequences that could come with it. But she couldn't deny how good it felt to be filled with his cum but it also made her feel a little guilty. Letting Donte cum in her and taking off her hijab was the ultimate betrayal of her marriage and she felt horrible yet fantastic at the same time. She knew that she was a whore for feeling like that but if she had to do it again, she wouldn't do anything differently.

Fahima walked out of the bathroom and Donte stood up off the bed to greet her. Her eyes automatically focusing on the big black snake swinging freely between his legs. "It's late," he said, "why don't you cook me some dinner?"

Fahima glanced at the clock, looking at in shock at how the afternoon had flown by. "Alright. Why not? I'm sure I can whip something up." She reached for her abaya where she had left it on the floor earlier.

"Oh no," said Donte smiling. "If you're going to cook for me, you will do it nude or if you prefer, you may put your hijab back on."

Fahima giggled and dropped the abaya and picked up the hijab to put back on.

"I have some pork chops thawing why don't you go get it cooked and ready for me?" He ordered her.

"Yes, master," she replied smiling. She didn't even bat an eyelid at the thought of handling pork as she had already handled something far more 'haram' (forbidden).

"Good little hijabi slut, I am indeed your master," replied Donte, grinning wryly. He liked hearing her call him 'master.' It fed his ego and made his cock twitch.

"Now go cook me dinner, my hijabi slut." He playfully spanked her ass as Fahima turned to head downstairs. "I'll be down when I clean up."

Fahima walked downstairs. It felt weird walking around nude with just her hijab on. She had just slipped the pork chops in the oven when Donte entered the room. She turned to smile at him and gasped. Donte was still nude! He walked over to the couch and watched her work.

She took some frozen vegetables from out of the freezer while strange emotions assaulted her body and soul. As she remembered how she would cook Ali a big meal after a good fuck session. She had just had the best and most passionate sex of her life. Now she stood cooking for her satisfied man who was not her husband. Yet she was happy to the point of giddiness. While she finished cooking, she made her self a sandwich.

After dinner, Fahima cleaned off the table and started washing the dishes. Donte stepped up behind her, reached around and squeezed her big tits. He thrust his crotch against her ass. She moaned while his cock hardened. He lifted the side of her hijab and kissed her neck. Pulling one hand back and putting it on his hard cock. He pushed her out the door and she ended up leading him up the stairs by his cock.

Fahima soon found herself on all fours on her on the same dishevelled and cum stained bed while Donte slowly thrust in and out of her.

Donte's strong black hands grabbed her hips tightly, pulling her back onto his cock. Somehow, even in this impersonal position, Donte made her feel like she was being made love to and not fucked. Even when his fat thumb worked its way inside her anus, she still felt like he was showing her his love and the large orgasm she had didn't hurt. Even when he removed his thumb and pulled his well-soaked cock out of her pussy, placing it against her tight rosebud, she felt he was still making love to her, but in a different way as she felt pressure on her sphincter. It never occurred to her to deny him.

"Remember what I promised you yesterday, and I keep my promises. So get ready because your Muslim asshole is about to be defiled!!" He screamed.

"Oh... Allah!!" She moaned in anticipation of what was about to come.

Donte was as slow and as gentle as possible letting her ass get used to his large cock. He pushed a little in each time, stopping when Fahima jumped and tried to pull herself away. Then he would proceed a little more. Months ago before her lust for Donte had grown to a crazy amount, but this was disgusting sinful act. After all, in the Quran anal sex was prohibited, yet here she was getting her Muslim ass fucked by big black infidel cock. Donte's cock was stretching her to the limit. Her ass felt like it was being ripped apart It hurt her but she couldn't deny the fact that she was loving it with each passing moment.

"You love having a big black cock shoved up your Muslim ass?" He asked her.

"Allah forgive me, but I do," she whispered. "Fuck my Muslim ass, Donte... YA ALLAH, IT HURTS!"

Donte did just that. He thrust forwards while pulling her back onto his cock. She was never able to take more than ten inches, but the ten filled her good for now. It felt great, but there was something missing, something else that she wanted. She felt like such a slut when she realized what it was. She wanted another big black cock in her cunt whilst another fucked her ass. Her mind immediately went to the group of young black men and Jerome on the bus. She pictured Jerome beneath her thrusting his big cock deep in her pussy while sucking her breasts and Fahima came. It was a small orgasm compared to her last, but bigger than any she'd had with her husband and it was solely from having her ass fucked.

Donte growled and thrust forwards. Fahima's bowels immediately felt soaked. Donte yanked his cock back and out just in time to shoot several long strands of sperm across her back, some of it hit the back of her hijab.

Donte turned her around and forced his cock down her throat. He wanted her to taste her asshole on his cock. Instead of resisting she sucked his cock even more hungrily savouring the taste of her ass on his cock as her hijab covered head bobbed up and down. She sucked the huge black monster because that's what Donte wanted her to do.

Afterwards, he went to pee and clean up. Fahima exchanged places with him, taking a quick shower and struggling to get all the semen off her back. When she returned to the bedroom Donte was asleep.

She left him there and went downstairs to call Ali and tell him about how her cousin was. She lied the whole time, not feeling an ounce of guilt. Donte had completely satisfied her and she'd never felt more like a woman then at that moment. After talking with Ali, she headed back upstairs and quietly slipped into bed beside the snoring black man.

Fahima moaned in her sleep as she laid on her side. Her legs were spreading as something slid back and forth between her thighs. Her nipples were being pinched and tugged. She opened her eyes and blinked as the bedroom lights came on. She was still waking up when Donte's cock slipped inside her from behind. She was soon thrusting her hips back, twisting herself so that she could lean back and kiss him. He lifted her leg so he could angle his cock in better and they made love like that for several minutes.

Eventually, Donte grabbed her tightly and rolled her on top of him. His arms reached around to fondle her breasts while she turned her head to kiss him.

"I want you in deeper inside of me master... oh, Allah... your hijabi slut wants it deeper," she moaned to him.

Fahima sat up and rode his cock while facing away from him. She could see her tight light brown body in the wall mirror sitting on Donte's dark black form. She found it very erotic and so sinful. Fahima jumped off him and spun around so that she could face him. This time they kissed again while she mounted him. They were still kissing twenty minutes later when Donte's cock sprayed another load of his kuffar seed directly into her Muslim womb. Her scream of pleasure was muffled by his lips as she came with squirt of his cock.

Fahima collapsed on top of him and turned her head to rest. His cock remained hard for awhile, slowly softening and shrinking until a stream of semen was able to leak on their crotches from her flooded womb. She fell asleep still joined with the black man, their crotches a sticky mess.

Donte awoke at dawn and was delighted by the sight of a beautiful big breasted Pakistani woman with dark raven hair serving him breakfast in bed. The ravenous black man accepted the tray and began shovelling bacon and eggs in his mouth while Fahima began taking her special haram breakfast sausage in her mouth. Donte's cock was still soft when she swallowed it, but it quickly hardened.

She was pleased to see that at some point during the night, he had washed his crotch of their combined crusty fluids and he was relatively clean. Donte kept eating while she gave him a slow luxurious blow job. He finished breakfast before she finished hers and moved the tray over to her side of the bed, looking down at her while she looked up at him. His stare made her bob her head faster. Fahima was getting familiar to the signs his cock gave as it approached orgasm.

The cock head swelled in her throat and she was completely prepared when it blew. Her cheeks swelled out, but she didn't spill a drop, swallowing every bit and milking his mighty shaft for every last drop. When she was satisfied, she had drained his balls dry, she released his cock, gave the little bit of his urethra that was visible through his foreskin a little kiss as she gasped for air.

Not long after the blowjob, they were at it again one last time. Fahima had put on the spare abaya and hijab she had brought with her as she reluctantly prepared to leave but Donte had other plans. He instructed her to take off her abaya and told her to keep the hijab on this time. He got even more of a kick out of fucking her when she had the hijab on, as he was fucking a 'true' Muslim woman.

Donte wasted no time as he lined up his cock to Fahima's wet cunt. Donte was working it in and out of her, trying to get it in deeper. Slowly but surely he was completely inside of her. She felt the now amazing feeling of being full and stretched wide at the same time. It felt fantastic to be penetrated so deeply. Donte fucked her faster and faster, more brutal than before. Any notion of making love had gone out the window. He had one goal and that was to fill her cunt full of cum and send her packing to her husband for today.

Fahima began thrash wildly as she began to cum. Her cunt tightened around Donte's cock as he began to blow load after load of cum deep inside her Muslim pussy. Fahima could barely stand as she put back on her abaya. Donte walked her to the door. Before they parted, they shared a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining and exploring each others mouths. They both parted reluctantly from the kiss, Fahima more so.

"Rest up, my hijabi slut. I will see you in a couple of days," he said as he smacked her ass.

"Can't wait!" Yelped Fahima as her ass stung.

Soon, Fahima was on the bus on her way to her husband. Her ass was still extremely sore as she sat there thinking about all that had transpired. It was not long before she was home and in her husband's arms as Donte's cum trickled down her thighs under her abaya. Fahima smiled to her self as she felt it trickle down.

To be continued.