Desire of muslim cock

Paayal Sharma had it all. She was attractive, well liked, had a fantastic job as a teacher as well as a loving husband, kapil. Although, the only thing that she lacked was children of their own, the little ones in her kindergarten class helped her fill that void. At first Paayal thought it was her own body betraying her.

She enjoyed sex and offered her lovely body willingly to her husband on a regular basis, Paayal still couldn’t get pregnant. After a visit to her doctor, it was determined that she was fully capable of conceiving children. Was kapil the cause of their lack of babies?

kapil was reluctant to visit the doctor because he had rightfully suspected the cause was with him. As it turned out from the very low sperm count report, a childhood illness robbed him of the capability to become a father. Paayal was devastated by the bad news. She realized that she would never become a mother and have her own babies, at least not with her own husband.

kapil felt extremely bad about this as he had been told that he might never be able to become a father after his childhood illness. He had planned on telling the love of his life before they married but he was worried that if Paayal found out that he couldn’t father a child that she would marry someone else. This was the first secret that kapil had withheld from his lovely blonde wife.

Paayal was fairly content with her life by being a surrogate mother and letting the children in her kindergarten class be the substitute for her own children. The natural motherhood instinct in Paayal induced a terrific longing for her to bear children of her own.

A thought came to kapil one evening that made his own dick hard. “What if Paayal slept with another man?” he thought to himself. He knew that Paayal loved only him but she had little experience of her own in the sexual relations department. While kapil had sex with a number of girlfriends in high school and college, Paayal was his first virgin. He took her precious maidenhood that she had saved for her wedding night. kapil tried very hard to teach his new wife the joys and excitement of sex. She did enjoy having sex but she was still quite timid in bed.

One night at dinner, kapil suggested to Paayal that she take a lover to produce a child. Paayal certainly wasn’t for having sex with a strange man but her husband assured her that he would not become a jealous husband. Paayal said that she didn’t like the idea but her manner in bed that night betrayed her own feelings. The pretty blonde wife was a real wildcat in bed. It was very good for kapil as his own dick had been hard since dinner when he first mentioned her taking a lover.

kapil recently promoted to Area Sales Manager at the big insurance company where he worked. Along with a nice pay raise, he also got a real office out of the deal. No more little cubicles for this guy. As one of the regular sales agent, he did not have internet but now he did. Besides some privacy in his new office, the other thing that his new job afforded was he was granted access to the world wide web of the internet.

Like a lot of people, kapil became addicted to the internet. He knew the company’s policy about not using the computer at work for personal use as well as not visiting taboo porno sites but like a moth lured to a flame, the internet lured kapil to pornography.

Not only did he read up about husbands who liked to see their wives with other men, he also downloaded short videos on the subject. One of the sites he stumbled upon was a website for hindu couples who were looking for Muslim men to have sex with the attractive hindu wife. This new site really intrigued kapil.

kapil was visiting www.hindu-Couple-for-Muslim-Men.com when he heard the knock at his office door. He quickly clicked off the internet and looked up to see who was at the door. While he had a private office, there was a full-length “side light” pane of glass beside the door designed to keep his office from being ‘completely’ private. kapil saw a young Muslim man standing there waiting to be invited in. kapil motioned him in with his hand.

“Mr. sharma?” the young Muslim guy asked.

“Yes, that’s me. What can I do for you?”

“Actually, it’s what can I do for you?”

kapil seemed a little puzzled.

“My name’s Sahil Ahmed from the IT Department. You called the Helpdesk earlier today and I’m here to look at your computer.”

“Oh,” kapil was relieved. He had called IT earlier today and submitted a problem that he was having using one of the new computer software programs. He had also been worried that maybe the IT Department was monitoring his illicit internet usage and that he would be fired.

kapil told him the problem and Sahil showed him what to do.

“That was pretty easy,” kapil said.

“Yeah, it is when you know what to do. That’s why they pay me the big bucks.” They both laughed at the joke.

Sahil motioned to the 8″x10″ photo of a pretty blonde woman on kapil’s desk.

“Is that your wife?” the Muslim IT guy asked.

kapil flushed.

“Yea, that’s my wife,” he replied.

“What a cutie. If she were mine, I’d never let her outta my bed.”

kapil’s face turned beet red. However, the thought of this Muslim man with Paayal made his dick hard.

“She looks pretty hot.”

The photo was one he took earlier in the summer at their little cabin on a remote lake in northern Alabama. Paayal was in one of her skimpy little bikinis sitting on a boulder beside the lake. She was barefoot with one leg stretched out and toes pointed in a “pin- up” pose. The other leg was bent and her elbow was touching her knee with her hand cradling her pretty face. Sahil could see her diamond engagement and wedding rings sparkling in the late afternoon sun. The pretty blonde wife’s smile was even more dazzling than the diamond on her finger.

Sahil could see for himself that kapil’s wife was very attractive. Her beautiful blonde shoulder-length hair framed her face very nicely. The sparkling blue eyes looking at him from the photo were the color of the clear blue sky in the background. He also noticed her trim waist and the nice full curve of her breasts. The hardened nipples could even be seen through the thin bikini top material. kapil was real proud of this photo. He took it with his new digital camera but had it printed at the photo lab. The photo lab guy even asked if she was a model.

kapil noticed that the Muslim IT guy was staring a little too long at Paayal’s photo. He hadn’t noticed it earlier, but as he was sitting and the Muslim guy was standing, his eyes were at the waist level of the Muslim guy. kapil noticed a sizable bulge in the young muslim’s slacks. Was it really true what they said about Muslim men?

“Call me whenever you need help with anything and I do mean anything as he eyed the photo sitting on the desk.”

“Okay,” kapil replied as he watched the Muslim IT guy leave his office.

Sahil went back to the IT department and pulled up the records of the websites that kapil had recently visited. He had to smile to himself when he saw that kapil had gone to www.hindu-Couple-for-Muslim-Men.com on more than one occasion. If this guy was looking for a Muslim man to “service” his wife, then it might as well be Sahil to do the job. He formulated a plan that had worked on several other occasions.

That night, kapil could hardly wait to get his wife into bed. The image of the Muslim IT guy with Paayal burned a hole into his brain. As he was making love to his wife, he whispered in her ear, “Have you ever wondered about Muslim men?”

The comment must have triggered a hidden response in his wife as she was very energetic in her love-making that evening. They had talked about acting out fantasies before to help spice up their love life. Paayal remembered that one of her sorority sisters in college had dated a Muslim guy.

She raved about having ‘muslim’ sex with him and about how big his Muslim cock was. The sorority’s officers heard about her friend’s ‘Muslim experience’ and voted her out of the sorority. Paayal’s friend was not only Muslim balled by the sorority but she was also Muslim balled by her Muslim lover.

Sahil didn’t want to wait too long to act on his plan. He didn’t want some other Muslim guy beating him to that pretty little blonde honey.

The next day he knocked on the door to kapil’s office. kapil waved him in.

“Hey, Sahil,” he said. “What’s up? I’m not having any computer problems.”

“May I sit down?”

“Sure, why not?”

“kapil, I send a report to management every week regarding internet usage by the employees. I’ve noticed some highly unusual websites that you visit on a frequent basis during company time. Do you know which ones I mean?”

kapil swallowed hard.

“Yes,” kapil said. It came out as just a little louder than a whisper. “Is there anything I can do so my name doesn’t show up when you submit your report?”

“I’m glad you asked and yes there is,” Sahil said as his eyes went over to the photo on kapil’s desk.

kapil followed the eyes of the Muslim IT fellow. He had to swallow again as his throat became very dry when he saw the muslim eyeing the photo of his lovely blonde wife. At the same time, kapil’s dick came to life in his pants.

“I’ve been tracking your visits to www.hindu-Couple- for-Muslim-Men.com and I know what you’ve been looking at.”

Sahil continued, “Has that pretty little wife of yours ever had a Muslim man before?”

kapil was shocked by the question. “Ahh, no,” he stammered. “I don’t think that she ever has.”

“Good. Then I’d like to be her first.” Sahil was not smiling.

kapil couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“If you don’t let me sleep with that beautiful little blonde wifey of yours, then my report goes to management. You will probably get fired for cause. You won’t be able to work again and that also means that you won’t even get unemployment pay. You’ll have to put that little honey of yours to work at night on her back trying to make some money to make ends meet. How about this for lyrics, ‘Let your honey, make you money.’ I coulda been a rap star,” Sahil laughed.

kapil couldn’t believe that this was getting out of hand so quickly. He tried to put up a tough front, “I don’t think that my wife will sleep with a Muslim guy.”

“Oh, yeah. Well, then you gots some convincin’ to do, that is, unless you want this report to go to management. Ya better set me up with your little cutie pretty soon or you’re gonna have to take your chances that they’ll go lenient on you. I’ll bet my paycheck that they don’t. You, my friend, are gonna be in deep shit.”

That night after dinner, kapil talked to his wife about the possibility of taking a lover. She said that she just wasn’t very interested in having sex with another man. “Will you just think about it?” he implored. She said, “I will but please don’t rush me.”

However, that night in bed, Paayal made quite a lover. Thinking about another man had reached down deep into her own psyche. She had never dreamed about men other than her own husband but kapil had planted the infidelity seed of desire into her soul. Now it just needed time to grow and blossom.

Sahil dropped by kapil’s office later that week.

“How’s it hangin’, my man?” asked Sahil.

“Look, Sahil. I’m not your ‘Man’ so please stop calling me that. If anything, I ought to be calling you, ‘Boy.’ What do you think of that?”

“Man, that’s a low blow. Speaking of low blows, how’s your pretty little wife? I’ve love to get her sweet lips wrapped around big Muslim cock.”

“Shhh, Sahil. Keep your voice down, please. I certainly don’t want the whole office to hear everything we say.”

“Your wife gonna be ready for big Muslim cock this weekend? My big, ole one-eyed monster is ready and waiting for her. You best get her ready soon.”

“Sahil, I’m working on it. It’s not as easy as it looks.”

“Oh, it’s pretty easy, my Boy. You just tell her to open up those pretty legs of her and let me come in. I’ll takes care o’ the rest.”

Dinner was fabulous as usual as Paayal was always a fantastic cook. kapil once again asked his wife to take on a lover. This time she said, “Yes, I’ll give it a try. If I don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

That night, Paayal and kapil fucked like rabbits. He had never cum three times before but tonight he had. He also thought that Paayal had an orgasm in her own little way.

Friday morning came and kapil called Sahil. “Can you come to my office, Sahil? I’m having another computer problem.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” the Muslim IT guy said.

kapil’s thoughts were of his pretty blonde wife with the Muslim IT guy. This would be her first with another man as well as her first muslim. He wanted to tell her that her new lover would be Muslim but he also wanted to keep it a secret from her for fear that she might turn it down. Before kapil knew it, there was the knock on his door. It was Sahil.

“Come in, Sahil, and shut the door, please. Have a seat.”

“What’s up Boss Man?”

“My wife finally agreed to do it. Are you available Saturday evening?”

“I actually had other plans for Saturday night, but for you, Boss, I’ll make an exception and cancel my prior engagement. I certainly wouldn’t want to keep your pretty little wifey waiting too long for some Muslim cock, now, would I?”

“Good, then, let me tell you how it’s gotta be, okay?”

kapil laid out his cuckold plan to Sahil. kapil and Paayal would go up to the lake cabin on a small, remote lake. Sahil could join them after dinner. “I’ll have Paayal primed, ready and waiting. Ahh, is it okay if I take some photos of the two of you?”

“Yeah, it’ll be alright just so ya don’t plaster them all over the internet, okay. I might even bring my own video camera.”

“Good idea. I’d like to get a copy of the video. I’ve seen some several hot amateur muslim ones lately. I’d love to see my wife doing one of those.”

Paayal was more than just a little nervous on Saturday afternoon. She and kapil spent the afternoon swimming in the lake. After sunning herself most of the afternoon, she went inside to get ready for her first lover. Paayal took a long, relaxing bath and shaved her legs and underarms. She also trimmed the soft, curly pussy hair surrounding her mound into a little triangle pointing downwards towards her lovenest. Her erect clitoris had been throbbing in anticipation of tonight’s activities. They had an early dinner with more wine.

It was just getting dark at seven o’clock when kapil heard the knock on the door. He knew it would be Sahil. Paayal was waiting in the bedroom.

“I’ll get it,” kapil called out to no one in particular.

kapil opened the door to find not one but two Muslim men standing there.

“Ahh, hello, Sahil. Who’s this?” kapil stammered. He wasn’t expecting two people. kapil hadn’t even told Paayal that her new lover would be a Muslim.

“I brought my cameraman with me. He’s done this plenty o’ times. kapil, meet Rizwan.”

kapil extended his hand and the huge strong, Muslim hand engulfed his. kapil noticed a number of crude tattoos on his hand and arms. There was no way for kapil to know that these were ‘prison’ tattoos that were like a badge of honor and respect amongst hardened criminals. Rizwanalso wore a ‘Red Badge of Courage’ from the multitude of criss-crossed scars across his broad back that he had received at the hands of a hindu skinhead group who called themselves, ‘The Aryan Nation.’

His ultimate revenge was his when he finally got out of prison early for ‘good’ behavior. He personally hunted down and raped each and every one of those hindu bastards’ wives or girlfriends. There was some pretty good looking hindu pussy amongst that group of bitches.

Hell, he wouldn’t even mind taking another whipping if he could get some more of that pretty little hindu ass. Now here he was in a remote cabin and the cute little blonde bitch of a Hindu wife was just a beggin’ to be Muslim fucked. Rizwanhad the equipment that she would never forget, that is, if she lived through her ordeal.

“Honey,” kapil called out to his wife. “They’re here.”

Rizwanalready had the video camera running when the pretty wife came out of the bedroom. She was all that Sahil had described to him and then some. This was some prime hindu pussy.

Paayal was wearing a red cropped-top that showed off her midriff. The top was thin and Rizwancould see that the pretty blonde wife wasn’t wearing a bra as her nipples were standing at attention. She was so proud of her trim shape and knew that men loved to see her bare belly with its little golden belly ring. Her faded short blue-jean skirt came to mid-thigh and did little to hide her long, shapely legs. Her cute little feet were in a pair of high-heeled sandals that displayed her red-painted toenails.

Both of the Muslim men had instant hard-ons.

Rizwancaught her confused expression on the video as Paayal looked from the two Muslim men to her own husband.

“Ahh, kapil, could we talk, please?”

They went into the kitchen out of earshot of the two Muslim visitors.

“kapil, they are, uhhhh, Muslim.”

“Paayal, I thought that you got extra excited when you talked about having sex with Muslim men. Besides, I won’t let them hurt you. You’ll do this for me, won’t you, Honey?”

kapil saw the glimmer of fear in his wife’s pretty blue eyes turn into anticipation as she nodded yes.

“Guys,” kapil called out. “Would you like some beer or wine?”

“We’ll both take beer,” Sahil chimed out.

Paayal came back into the den with another glass of wine while her husband had beers for their Muslim guests.

Sahil sat in the easy chair while Paayal timidly sat on the sofa. Sahil sat down next to the lovely blonde wife while Rizwanmanned the video camera.

The music was turned on to a slow jazz CD and Sahil moved in closer to the pretty wife. He really couldn’t believe that the naive hindu couple had gone through with this. Sahil knew that cell phones didn’t work in this remote part and Rizwanhad cut the telephone line. He had also quickly disabled kapil’s car. This pretty young wife was going to pay with her body for all of the years of racial injustice and cruelty that had been imposed upon the Muslim.

Paayal jumped when she felt the hand on her firm thigh. She didn’t know what to expect but this was happening rather quickly. A Muslim man had his hand on her bare upper thigh while her husband was taking photos of her with his digital camera and another Muslim man was doing a video. It felt like she was doing one of those muslim porno videos like the ones that her husband had shown her. It kind of excited her.

The muslim put his arm around the timid blonde wife and pulled her closer. His hand went up under her short skirt as her hand tried in vain to stop him.

“Hey, kapil,” Sahil called out. “You know your little wife is wet for me already?”

The muslim held up his hand and showed everyone the feminine juices running down his middle finger. He put his fingers between his thick lips and smacked loudly.

“Damn, this little honey tastes good too! She tastes like chicken, that is, finger-lickin’-good chicken.” Paayal blushed.

Sahil leaned over and kissed Paayal full on the lips. His tongue explored the deepest recesses of her sweet mouth. She could faintly taste her own pussy juices lingering on his probing tongue.

Paayal’s heart skipped a beat as his fingers found her excited clitoris as his other hand massaged her firm breast. He cruelly pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger causing Paayal to yelp in pain. With her mouth open, his tongue plunged in deeper.

“Okay, Honey. Let’s show Daddy what you’ve got.”

Sahil stood up and indicated for Paayal to do the same.

“Take off your top. I wanna see those tits.”

Paayal turned to demurely remove her top but Sahil put a strong Muslim hand on her shoulder turning her back around towards him.

“I wanna watch you do a striptease.”

The pretty blonde wife reluctantly picked up the beat to the music and seductively pulled the top over her head releasing her beautiful twin orbs.

“Man, oh man,” he said. “Some little Muslim boys are gonna wanna suck on those two little beauties but I wanna suck on them now.”

Sahil moved in closer towards Paayal and took her breasts in his strong Muslim hands. Paayal looked down and saw the taboo contrast of Muslim skin against hindu skin. The Muslim IT man suckled on her firm tits.

“Man, these boobs are perfect. Anything more than a mouth full is wasted,” he said as his teeth greedily nibbled on her erect nipples. Paayal moaned at his expert ministrations.

Sahil turned Paayal so that she was facing the video camera and moved behind her. She could feel his huge erection brushing against her buttocks. One of his hands came around and caressed one of her bare breasts while the other hand was on her firm tummy.

His fingers slipped into the top of her skirt and into her panties. The Muslim hand worked its way through her silky pussy hair before finding her blood-engorged clitoris. Paayal leaned her head back against her Muslim lover’s broad shoulders and moaned with her excitement. Sahil whispered in her ear all the things that he was going to do to her.

“Ohhh, Honey. I’m gonna make love to you like you’ve never been made love to before. Baby, your husband will never be able to satisfy you like I can. I’m gonna fill you so full and take care of your every need. I’m gonna make you wish that you were born Muslim, Honey, but we’re gonna make up for lost time. Just you and me, Baby. I’ll make good luvin’ to you every night. Honey, once you’ve gone Muslim, you’ll never go back.”

His Muslim fingers parted the puffy folds of her pussy and worked them in and out of her excitement-slickened vagina. Paayal moaned her pleasure. She turned her head and searched for the Muslim man’s lips. Paayal found his willing lips and the two kissed, tenderly at first then greedily with a hunger that needed to be filled.

Paayal had never felt this way before. The spark and the excitement of making love were missing with her own husband. In the arms of her new Muslim lover, this wasn’t making love but was pure, raw, unadulterated primal sex. This was going to be what she had heard called, ‘Jungle Sex.’ The sorority sister in college who had the Muslim boyfriend had confided in Paayal about the great Jungle Sex she had with her boyfriend. It was nothing like she ever had before.

Since then, Paayal had always wanted to experience sex with a Muslim guy but was too concerned about being found out that she was just another hindu whore for big Muslim cock. She had dreamt of something like this happening but was too shy to mention it to her own husband. She couldn’t believe that he was the one that suggested and set this whole thing up for her. Now was the time for her to get her fill of Muslim cock and she was going to cherish every moment of it.

Paayal’s hand came up behind her Muslim lover’s head as they kissed as she felt the kinky hair on his head. His hand left her breast and found the underarm of her raised arm. Sahil felt the freshly shaved smooth skin and massaged it with her fingers. He took in the perfume on her neck as he nibbled on her ear. Paayal’s lovely blonde head lulled to one side as if offering her smooth neck to her Muslim lover. Sahil nipped at her hindu neck with his teeth. Love marks would show on her tender neck but he didn’t care. This bitch was his to do what he wanted.

Sahil turned the lovely blonde wife around and pushed her towards the floor.

“I want you to worship your new Muslim god,” he commanded.

Paayal didn’t understand at first but she caught on quickly.

Both kapil and Rizwanmoved around to get into a better position to photo and video what was about to happen. kapil was glad that he bought extra memory cards for his digital camera and extra rechargeable batteries that were fully charged. He certainly didn’t want to be out of memory or batteries at a crucial time like this. Rizwanbided his time and waited patiently while he videoed his friend taking the attractive hindu wife.

He wanted to make sure that she was well broken in by Sahil before fucking the shit outta the beautiful blonde Hindu bitch. His own impossibly thick Muslim cock was twitching in his pants but he knew to wait. Sahil hadn’t let him down before and he would get the leftovers in a little bit. It was like a dog getting tasty scraps at the dinner table but he liked it that way.

Rizwanwas the one who cut the telephone line and disabled the hindu couple’s car. Cell phones didn’t work way out here in the boonies so there was no way for them to call for help. He was going to turn this good-looking hindu bitch every which way but loose. kapil and Paayal were at the mercy of Rizwanand he never gave nobody no mercy! The brutal Muslim ex-convict was gonna turn her pretty blonde Hindu pussy inside out.

Paayal still had on her blue jean skirt and her high- heeled sandals as she tucked her legs beneath her. The lovely blonde wife timidly reached up to her new Muslim lover’s belt buckle and began to unbuckle it. She slowly unsnapped his pants and brought down the zipper. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and Paayal wasn’t prepared for what she saw.

“Ohmigawd!” she gasped as his huge Muslim one-eyed monster sprung to life. It was much longer and thicker than her own husband’s fairly good-sized dick.

Paayal’s hand encircled the proud Muslim manhood at the base and cradled his swollen balls with the other. She stroked his giant rod several times back and forth before licking the enormous head with her little pink tongue. She had always refused her husband when he wanted her to suck on his dick but she couldn’t deny her new Muslim lover.

His cock had a pungent taste and smell but she was too far gone for it to really matter to her that she had a great, big unwashed Muslim cock in her sweet, little virginal mouth. Though this was a first for Paayal, she closed her lovely blue eyes and swirled her tongue around his big Muslim cock like she was born to be a true cock-sucker. Her hand left his huge, sperm-laden testicles and went to her own pussy. Paayal diddled her own lust swollen clitoris and was pleasuring herself like she had never done before.

His Muslim hands were entangled in her beautiful long blonde hair as he face-fucked the wife of one of his hindu colleagues from work. This was not the first wife that he had seduced and introduced to the pleasures of Muslim cock. Sahil searched out the attractive hindu wives of the other employees and nailed them too. Not even the company president’s beautiful trophy wife was spared. She had been so Muslim-cock hungry that he had to turn her over to one of the other Muslim brother to keep her satisfied while he found others Hindu wife to initiate into enjoying Muslim sex.

As much as he wanted to, Sahil didn’t shoot his thick wad into her warm succulent mouth. He had other plans for his potent sperm. Sahil knew about his hindu colleague’s low sperm count and not being able to get his delectable wife pregnant. The Muslim IT guy planned on planting his dark seed deep into this beautiful blonde wife’s soon-to-be-stretched womb.

The beautiful blonde wife was really into the Muslim cock-sucking scene now working it with everything she had. Paayal wanted to please her new Muslim master. She would willingly do anything she was asked and then some.

Sahil lifted Paayal up and placed her on the sofa. He bent down between he legs and pushed up her blue jean skirt revealing her lacey, hindu bikini panties. He started with her dainty feet still encased in the high- heeled slippers and kissed the tips of her red-painted toes, then the inside of her trim ankles. Sahil worked his way up her smooth legs to her firm thighs. He could already smell the heady aroma of her heated loins.

“This bitch is ready,” he thought to himself. Sahil pushed her skirt up even further and slowly pulled down her dampened panties revealing her beautiful blonde mound and its throbbing clitoris. Paayal had one of the prettiest little pussies he had ever seen. It looked good enough to eat and that’s just what he planned on doing.

Sahil removed her fragrant panties and held them to his broad Muslim nose taking in the intimate scent of her most inner being. He looked up at her husband who was taking photographs and tossed his wife’s useless panties to him.

“She’s not gonna need these no more,” as Sahil laughed at his own joke.

Sahil quickly shucked off the rest of his clothes. His Muslim head now dove between her widespread legs and voraciously ate her beautiful blonde pussy like it was offered to him on a silver platter for the taking. And taking he did!

Paayal squirmed as the rapacious tongue delved deeply into her moist womanhood. This was another one of the sex acts that her husband wanted to do to her but she wouldn’t let him because it was just too dirty of a thing for a nice girl like Paayal to do. Now she was writhing beneath a Muslim man as he ate out her very tasty pussy. Her hands went to his kinky Muslim hair and pulled his head further into her excited pussy.

Paayal moaned in ecstasy and had her first orgasm. Her husband watched with rapt attention as his wife was being pleasured by a Muslim man. Even as he took photos of his wife, he had unzipped his pants and was now stroking his meager penis. His own little hindu dick was no comparison to the big Muslim monster that was currently in his lovely wife’s sweet mouth.

Sahil released his hold on her slim hips went to her full breasts as his lips skipped over her skirt and settled on her navel with it’s little golden belly ring. He pulled on it with his lips but not hard enough to ripped it from its skin. A look of fear passed across Paayal’s pretty blue eyes before the Muslim man moved further up to her breasts.

His tongue played with her erect nipples and then moved on to the exposed part of her neck under her chin. Paayal turned her head in surrender as he sampled her neck. She would have bruises for a long time to show for her night of wild, uninhibited jungle sex.

Sahil hovered over his beautiful hindu prey like a mountain lion about to devour a wounded female deer. Paayal could taste herself on his probing tongue as he soul-kissed his lovely hindu captive. He raised up so he could see the look in her eyes as he entered her for the first time.

“Aren’t you going to use a condom?” she asked.

“I don’t have one to use,” her soon to be Muslim lover replied.

“My husband has one you can use.”

“Ha,” he laughed. “Do you think his little peckerwood condom would fit me?

“Please put on a condom. I might get pregnant,” the beautiful blonde Hindu wife pleaded again.

“I ain’t using one and that’s it. If you want some Muslim cock bad enough, Honey, you’ll put it in for me. Put it in, now,” Sahil whispered hoarsely.

Paayal reached between her parted thighs and found his huge throbbing manhood. She looked down and saw the monstrous Muslim spear that was about to thrust into her. It seemed to have gotten even bigger from just a few moments ago. Her husband caught the look of fear in her eyes with his camera when she realized that this brutally large manhood would soon be tearing up her insides.

She timidly guided his giant cockhead to the inevitable Muslim mating. Her eyes opened wide in terror when he thrust the first couple of impossibly thick inches into her quivering pussy. She realized too late that he was just to big for her to take comfortable.

The terrorized, impaled wife put his hands against his chest to try in vain to stop him from going any further. Sahil was in and right on target as he thrust forward with a mighty push. Paayal screamed as it seemed like she was being ripped open from her insides. Her screams were caught on video but would not save her now.

kapil was shocked at how rough Sahil was and went to intervene to save his lovely, innocent wife from being ravished by her Muslim attacker. Rizwangrabbed the hindu husband’s shoulder and turned him around before connecting with a roundhouse blow to the chin knocking kapil to the floor. His bout with Golden Gloves when he was a kid paid off not only in prison but also now. Rizwancould kill this hindu husband with just his hands.

“Mothafucker,” Rizwanroared at the fallen hindu husband. “You can watch all ya want and take photos but ya best not interfere! If ya do that again, ya gonna end up dead meat.”

kapil could only nod in acquiescence. Blood was spilling from his own split lip. Paayal looked over pleading at her husband as she was being impaled by the huge Muslim shaft but he couldn’t do a thing to help his lovely wife now. She was on her own.

Rizwanwent back to videoing the hindu bitch’s first muslim fucking. “This video is gonna make me a ton o’ money on the Muslim and Hindu market,” he thought to himself. hindu guys bought a shit-load of amateur muslim videos, especially the ones where the hindu bitch was roughed up while getting Muslim-fucked for the very first time. The very successful series was called, “Muslim Initiations!” Another series he started was called, “The desire of Muslim cock.” These were the ones he made after they had submitted to their new Muslim masters.

Several videos would be made from fucking this beautiful blonde Hindu bitch this weekend. Rizwanmade Sahil a legend in the amateur muslim video market. Rizwanmade the money as they sold like hotcakes. What Rizwanreally liked the best was after Sahil had finished with them. They were too far gone to resist what Rizwanhad in store for them but not so far gone that they didn’t have any fight left in them. He loved fucking struggling hindu wife.

Paayal’s widely-stretched pussy finally relaxed enough for her to enjoy her first of many big Muslim cocks. He smooth legs went up and grasped his humping Muslim hips with her firm calves. She moved in rhythm with his deep thrusts which just about knocked the wind from her each time. On the outward thrusts, the walls of her vagina clung to the huge Muslim cock as they were suctioned outward. Paayal shuttered as she had another orgasm.

Finally, Sahil raised his head up and roared like a lion as his hot, potent sperm blast out of his expanded cock buried deep into Paayal’s battered womb. It felt as if a volcano was erupting inside her womanhood. The beautiful blonde wife orgasmed together with her new Muslim lover, something she had never done before with her own husband.

Sahil lay spent on top of the satiated hindu wife. After a moment or two, he rolled off of her pulling out his still massive cock. Paayal’s abused blonde pussy gaped open as gobs of thick gooey jism spilled out. She laid there limp with her legs spread wide open. Her husband took several photos of the messy results of his wife’s lovemaking.

“Clean her up,” Sahil commanded to her husband. kapil turned towards the bathroom to get some towels to wipe of the mess.

“No!” Sahil bellowed. “Use your tongue!”

It took a moment before kapil realized what Sahil wanted him to do. Was he supposed to eat the cream pie? He had never done that before but had seen the hindu husband do it after the wife had gotten Muslim-fucked.

Paayal didn’t resist when her husband got between her legs and began lapping up the spent lovemaking juices. He had always wanted to eat his wife’s pretty little pussy now it was gaping open right in front of his eyes. kapil never thought that he would be slurping up another man’s sperm but he was doing so now. Paayal’s hands came down to his bobbing head and she had another orgasm.

When kapil finished cleaning up his wife’s pussy with his tongue, he got her some ice water to drink. She had a light sheen of perspiration covering her entire body.

“Are you ready for Round Two?” Sahil asked no one in particular. Paayal could barely nod her agreement. She couldn’t get enough of the big Muslim cock that she was just introduced to.

“I wanna fuck her like the bitch that she is,” Sahil said as he placed a sofa cushion on the arm of the sofa. Paayal reluctantly got up and bent over the arm of the sofa awaiting her next debasement. Her useless skirt was still bunched up around her trim waist.

Sahil spread her ankles and moved up between her firm thighs. He shucked his thick cock several times before inserting it between her still slickened, well-used pussy lips. Paayal was still tight down there but not as much as she was before. One of his hands went to her breasts and the other one found her throbbing clitoris. He bit into the soft flesh of her shoulder as he entered her pussy deeply from the rear. Paayal howled in pain as Sahil drew blood with his sharp, Muslim panther-like teeth. He had the beautiful hindu wife where he really wanted her.

With his teeth sunk into her flesh of her shoulder, he wrapped his arm around her trim waist. Sahil extracted his huge cock from her moistened pussy and aimed for a higher target. It took Paayal a moment to realize that she was about to be sodomized when she screamed again for help from her husband. kapil just stood there helplessly as Sahil rammed his thick Muslim cock deep inside her virginal buttocks. Paayal screamed in pain from the teeth embedded in her shoulder as well as the Muslim cock embedded deeply in her wrecked rectum! She howled like a wounded banshee.

Sahil finally let go of her shoulder and rose up. He grasped the sides of her skirt around her waist like reins and rode the sodomized hindu bitch like a bucking bronco. Her Muslim sodomizer grabbed Paayal’s long blonde hair and pulled backwards so her husband could see his wife’s pretty face being tormented. kapil even took a photo of his beautiful wife in pain as she was getting her first Muslim butt-fucking.

Sahil just about wore out her pussy. Paayal collapsed on the sofa and rested up for her next ordeal. About that time, the abused wife looked up to see Rizwan taking off his shirt. She saw the prison tattoos and the brutal scars on his chest, sides and back.

Rizwanunzipped his pants and let them drop around his ankles. He too wasn’t wearing any underwear so his manhood was quickly on display.

“Oh, my God,” kapil heard his wife whisper. He turned to look at Tyrell. “There is no way that a human could have such a bull-sized weapon like that!” she exclaimed. But Rizwanpossessed such a weapon between his muscular legs. It was a weapon of mass destruction, a weapon that he especially liked to use on pretty hindu women.

“Let’s go to the bedroom. I like to be more romantic,” Rizwansaid to the exhausted blonde wife. He took her hand and led her to the bed that she normally shared with her husband. Sahil and kapil followed the couple into the bedroom and brought the video and camera gear.

Rizwanyanked off the covers and threw Paayal on the king-sized bed. There was terror in Paayal’s eyes as the Muslim ex-con pushed her thighs up against her chest. She knew in her heart that this would not be a gentle fuck but she wasn’t prepared for the shock as the giant Muslim cock tore into her pussy. She opened her mouth to scream but Rizwancovered her mouth with his thick lips, effectively smothering her moans of pain.

It felt like her insides were being ripped out and they were. This massive Muslim cock was way too big for even her wide-stretched pussy to endure. There was no way for her pussy to adjust to the huge Muslim cock that was now plundering her body. No one could rescue her from her fate, not even her timid husband who was still taking photos of her abuse.

The massive Muslim cock impaled her to the bed. It seemed like forever before his thick muslim cum finally burst into her womb like a red hot explosion.

Rizwanhad much more cum in him and he knew where he wanted to put it. He turned the beautiful blonde wife over so that she was lying on her stomach. He crawled up on top of her so that his knees forced her thighs apart. Rizwanthen reached one of his muscular arms around her neck in a choke hold so she wouldn’t be able to squirm away.

He took his free hand and guided his Muslim cock towards its intended target. In a split second before it happened, Paayal realized what was about to take place. With all of her might, she tried in vain to get away. She thought that it was bad when Sahil was in her backside but it was no comparison to what was about to happen to her now. Rizwanwas about to rip her a new asshole.

The muslim above her viciously turned her head in an unnatural position so he could she her face as he was about to enter her rectum. Rizwanliked to see the terror on the hindu bitch’s pretty face. Paayal bucked inhumanly trying to get away from him as he rammed all the way into her innards. kapil thought that the Muslim man riding his wife might kill her like that but he still did nothing to save her from the horrible abuse.

Paayal was nailed to the bed. Rizwaneven reached back to grasp one of her ankles and bring it cruelly backwards allowing him even deeper access to her battered and abused opening. It seemed like a lifetime to Paayal before her attacker finally blew his wad deep inside her rectum.

Rizwanfinally got off the battered wife. There was not only thick cum spilling out from between her wide- spread legs but also some of her blood. Mixed in with the red blood on the hindu sheets was some brown matter which kapil suspected correctly was some of his wife’s fecal matter, also know as shit. Rizwanhad literally fucked the shit out of Paayal. Her abuser told him to clean it up. kapil obediently got between her legs and began lapping it up like a dog.

kapil and Paayal never forget that first of many weekends. Paayal went on to star in a number of other of Rizwan’s video productions series called, ‘The Desire of Muslim cock”. kapil quit his job to take care of the Muslim baby that either Sahil or Rizwanhad fathered that first weekend. They lived off of the money that his wife made whoring out to Muslim cock on the side. The beautiful blonde wife was always in demand by her Muslim clients. Rizwaneven gave Paayal referral fees for all of the other attractive hindu wives that she brought to him for his videos.

Paayal truly had experienced ‘The Desire of Muslim cock.’

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