Fahima Ch. 02

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 Aallah, Donte!" She cooed.

"Better then 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 vicse!" 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 ALLAHH!" 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...Yess...oh...Allah...anything...ugh...so goood...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...seeed!" 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, that 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 ass hole 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 this was disgusting sinful act. Afterall, 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 ass hole 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 ignored how foul the taste was and suck 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. As he forced 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