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A Muslim Sex Story – Part 1 free porn video
Note to readers: The following story is fictional. Any relation to a real-life person is completely unintentional.
“Looks like a new person has come to stay at the apartments,” Raj said to Komal, his 27-year-old wife, getting ready to leave for work.
“Why don’t you say ‘Hi’ while I’m gone?” Raj said. He soon left.
Komal was wearing a green-colored saree with a green-colored, short-sleeved saree blouse. It had a somewhat deep cleavage, but the saree pallu covered it.
Yes, a man was indeed moving into the next-door apartment, which had been vacant for some time.
The man was in his early 30s. He was a little fatter and shorter than Raj. He was well-shaven. His dark complexion made him look like someone from the south.
“Hi, new neighbor!” Komal called for the new neighbors. The man looked at Komal, smiled, and waved.
“Hi, my name is Rashid. Nice to meet you,” the man said, raising his hand to shake Komal’s.
“I’m Komal. Nice to meet you, Rashid,” Komal said, taking Rashid’s hand and shaking it.
“So, Rashid, you’re…?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m Muslim, if that’s what you’re asking. Why is that a problem?”
“No, no problem at all.”
“Because I was turned away from the last two apartments I checked the moment they came to know that I’m Muslim,” Rashid said in a sad tone.
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that, Rashid.”
“Hmm, what can I say? Some people are suspicious of all of us because of other people’s actions.
“By the way, where’s your husband?”
“Oh, he just went to work.”
“Oh, I guess he walked past us about a minute ago.”
“Yeah, that was him.”
“Oh, too bad I couldn’t say, “hi.” Anyway, how about you come in for a while? I’m making us some tea.”
“Sure, that’s nice, Rashid.”
Soon, Komal and Rashid were sitting on Rashid’s sofa and having tea.
“So, Rashid, where are you from?”
“From Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala. Here for business. You?”
“From Lucknow, UP. I came here after my marriage to Raj, my husband.”
“Uh huh, I wish I could take my wife here too.”
“Why didn’t she come?”
Rashid looked forward and waited a few seconds. His face turned sad.
“She died recently,” he then said to Komal.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Komal said. Rashid waited another few seconds and then started talking.
“You know, she was a beautiful woman. Her passing was the biggest reason why I decided to move away too. Nothing seemed okay anymore.”
Komal didn’t quite know what to say. Both remained silent for a while.
“Anyway,” Rashid said, placing his empty cup on the stool in front, “When is Raj coming home today?”
“Oh, he won’t be coming home today.”
“Really? Why is that?”
“He goes on business trips, Rashid, and when he does, he’s not home for days or weeks at a time.
“You know, I never went away for days when my wife was alive. I was always home every night. I think a man shouldn’t stay away from his beautiful wife for long, no matter the reason.”
“Are you saying that I’m ugly?” Komal asked with fake anger.
“No, haha, what gave you that idea?” Rashid said as he stood up and walked towards the back side of the sofa. He looked towards the right hand side of Komal.
“I’m saying that Raj isn’t doing the right thing.”
Komal put aside her now empty tea cup. She was silent for a few seconds, not knowing what to say.
“Well, I guess I’d better get going now,” she said, smiling, as she stood up.
Komal walked towards the door, but Rashid jumped at the door and closed it.
He quickly locked it from the inside.
“Rashid, what are you doing?” Komal asked as Rashid started walking towards her.
Komal walked backward until her back hit a wall.
Rashid approached Komal at once and put his left arm under her right around her torso. He held her close and grabbed her hair in his right hand on the back of her head.
“Rashid, I’m a married woman. This is–.”
Rashid pulled Komal’s face towards his and initiated a smooch.
At first, Komal didn’t know what to do, and by the time she had figured that out, she was too hot to resist Rashid.
She closed her eyes and started kissing Rashid back. She took his face in both her hands.
Rashid let go of Komal’s body and hair, quickly unbuttoned her saree blouse and unhooked her bra. He then broke the kiss and pulled them down and off her hands.
Rashid tightly grabbed Komal’s boobs in his hands.
“Ah,” Komal gasped as Rashid took Komal’s left boob in his right hand and started eating it.
“Ahhh…mmmm,” Komal moaned as Rashid kissed, licked, and bit her right nipple till it got erect. Then, he did the same with her left nipple.
Once Komal’s both nipples were erect, Rashid knelt in front of her, pushing her saree and petticoat up her legs, rubbing her legs simultaneously.
He exposed her panty, and while holding her saree and her petticoat up with his right hand, he started pulling down her panty with his left.
After pulling her panty down to her knee level, Rashid started licking Komal’s clitoris, fucking her pussy with his left-hand fingers at the same time.
“Ahhh,” Komal moaned and bit her lower lip. She let her lip go, turning her face upwards with her eyes closed.
Rashid started working on Komal’s pussy until it started leaking. He then pulled her panty down and removed it completely off her legs.
He then stood up, holding Komal’s saree and her petticoat in his right hand.
“Hold this,” he ordered Komal. Komal held her clothing with her both hands.
Rashid quickly removed his pants and then her underwear, exposing his penis. He then took Komal’s right thigh in his left hand, pulled her knee upwards, and entered her.
“Ahh,” Komal moaned as Rashid entered her. He didn’t feel bigger than Raj, but he went in faster.
Rashid slid his arms around Komal, holding her right leg up using his left arm. He hugged her tightly, placed his chin on her left collar area, and started fucking her.
“Ah, ah,” Komal started moaning rhythmically. She put her right arm around Rashid’s neck and held him close to herself. She closed her eyes as they started watering.
“Ah,” Rashid was blowing air with his nose like a bull each time he fucked Komal.
Later, Rashid sped up, his grip tightening around Komal’s body. Soon, Rashid started fucking Komal faster than ever.
“Aah, fuck!” Komal screamed.
Rashid’s grip on Komal was so tight that she had started feeling pain in her back and her right thigh. But she was too weak to push him off and too horny to care.
“Rrrrrrrh, I’m about to cum!” Rashid finally said.
There was no way Komal was going to allow Rashid to ejaculate inside of her. She pushed him off her with all her might. As Rashid lost his grip on Komal and pushed him backward, Komal fell to the floor and knelt.
As Rashid was confused about what had just happened, his juice started pumping out of her penis and fell on Komal’s face.
“Aah,” Rashid moaned as his juice hit Komal’s face, one pump after another. After the ejaculation stopped, Rashid lay on the floor and started panting.
Komal cleaned the juice off her face using her saree pallu. She walked on her fours toward Rashid and lay on his right side. Rashid put his right hand under Komal’s left ear and held her closer. Komal put her right palm on Rashid’s chest.
The two lay there without a word. Soon, Komal closed her eyes. Rashid slowly pushed her away from himself and stood up. He then took a call to someone. Someone answered from the other side.
“Yes?”
“Dawood bhaiya, it’s me, Rashid. I have some updates to make.”
To be continued.
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