Unveiling of the Slut

Then bury the jar in blazing coals and as soon as it begins to get hot, you will hear a crashing inside, as the mercury unites with the blazing sulphur.

-Benedictine Monk Theophilus on the creation of Vermilion

The word 'hate' didn't begin to describe the depth of her distain for him. She considered herself a calm person but Noah knew exactly how to push her buttons.

That condescending prick.

They shared an optional elective anthropology class

Culture Through the Lens of Religion.

It was the only class the Art History major had with the Engineering major, but she personally felt it was one class too many. Afterall, it was the only reason their paths crossed.

You would think they would get along with all the things they had in common. A deep unwavering belief in the existence of God, a superiority complex about their religion being true, and an irrational love for pointless debates. And oh they found a

LOT

to debate about.

It hadn't always been like this. In fact the first time she saw Noah, Alisa found him attractive.

This was a secret she kept from everyone, even herself. Yet, no amount of lying to herself that Noah gave her the

ick

changed the fact that he was handsome. The kind of handsome that belonged to the Old Hollywood era.

At least that's what crossed Alisa's mind the first and only time she allowed herself to appreciate his beauty openly. It was the first day of their early morning elective. He had been the only one in class before her - engrossed in a novel to kill time. His face framed by his dark brown locks - not too long, not too short.

His cheeks were slightly pink, from hockey practice. He has that classic chiselled jawline and surprisingly full lips for a white man. What really stood out to her was the fact that he was wearing a button-down shirt in college. It's rolled up sleeves revealing strong forearms and hinting at more beneath the surface. When he looked up to see who entered the class she was met with the most piercing green eyes. Eyes that just as quickly turned back to his novel with a muttered greeting.

She would later proudly claim she never understood Noah's popularity, but when no one noticed she would find herself sneaking glances at him. One day she caught herself right before tucking her hair behind her ears when he walked into class. She didn't wear a hijab, so her long raven locks were no secret.

If she was not waiting until marriage for love, she might have even considered dating him at first glance. Maybe that is why she sat next to him that first day. A decision she came to regret when he opened his mouth to say, "There are other seats, you know?"

3 months in

"So, you are saying that just an impure thought is a sin? In that case we all sinners!" she blurted out, not realising what she confessed to.

"Well, if we weren't all sinners, we wouldn't need a to be saved. Have you looked around recently? Do you see anyone who's not a sinner?" he shot back, clearly getting a excited at another verbal sparring contest

"Well in Islam, only the act is a sin. That just makes more sense to me. We don't need to feel guilty for just existing." she said while rolling her eyes at Noah who seemed to take her critique as a personal attack.

"And where does that practical action stem from? The heart. The heart is what has to change, not just actions."

"The fact that I want to punch your face but resist is just proof of how good I am!" she goaded, making their class laugh.

"So, if I sit back, and only dream of all the ways I'd like to humiliate you- that makes me a saint?" he said, ignoring the laughter.

"Not a saint but definitely not a sinner. It's like how, if you really want to do something but don't, you are doing a good deed. Don't you think priests deserve that in return for their vows of celibacy? Or are you just that heartless?"

"Oh, are you trying to argue for some default grey area, where people are just ok? There is no in between, you're either good, or bad. There's no standing in a warzone, shrugging and thinking you'll be fine just in the open."

"Your war analogies are so annoying. You sound like my grouchy neighbour," she said with exasperation. "And you haven't even served."

The professor interrupted them "That enough, no need to get personal. This is supposed to be an intellectual discussion.

"Nice to know you care about our priests. Relate to their vows of celibacy?" he quickly whispered as the class focussed on the lecture.

Noah watched her blush, as he settled back into his seat and messaged her,

"Oh, had you taken a vow of celibacy? How is that going?"

She turned back to him and flipped the bird when no one was looking. Even close friends back home would act weird when she told them she was a virgin so she stopped talking about her decision to abstain. That said, she wouldn't be surprised if he was one too.

"Much better than your vow. I heard that you are interested in watching women pee. FYI Tina can't keep a secret. I'd be wary if I were you, Noah."

She watched as he reddened slightly, and put down his phone. The rest of the lecture was uneventful but Alisa could not shake the feeling of his eyes on her.

Alisa winked at him when the bell rang. Catching his eye while nodding towards Tina who was waiting outside for him. He brushed past Tina with a muttered excuse and ran out after Alisa. He caught up with her at the entrance of the building, and held the door open for her.

"Someone's being a gentleman, what's the catch? Tina caught your tongue?" she teased.

"How did you and Tina get on a subject like that anyway?" he said while leaning against the doorframe. As people rushed past them to leave the block, they pushed her closer to him. "Are you interested?" he asked, trying to embarrass her the way she embarrassed him.

"Absolutely NOT!" she said in exaggerated shock. "I was talking about how holier than thou you are with me and she was surprised." She let out a big laugh, "Tina told me about how you love her C-cups more than big boobs. That, they are just the perfect size for your hands." she teased. "In fact, she had a lot to say, you really should stop texting her." She stopped laughing and advised seriously, "I am not joking. She does not respect your privacy. I had to stop her from describing your cock to me."

She enjoyed watching his face redden as he tried to compose his voice. "You don't need to stop her next time."

"What!?" she asked in the now empty lobby, almost certain that she must have misheard him.

"What?" he shrugged. Pretending to be indifferent to her reaction. He had only meant it as a joke to rile her up but now he was starting to forget what made it so funny.

"Noah?"

"I am just saying...you could have stopped the conversation with Tina a lot earlier if you really didn't want to know anything. It sounds like you really enjoyed learning more about what turns me on," he smirked to mask the sudden unexplained nervousness he felt.

"Hardly. I am a bit traumatised at how blasé you are. I respected you more when I thought you were the self-controlled man you pretend to be."

"You know what, Alisa. Your lack of experience does not make you a hero.

"Excu-"

"Shush"

He took a step closer towards her and pressed a finger against her lips. She stepped back until she was the one leaning against the doorframe. Eyes looking up at him defiantly as he placed his other hand on the wall next to the doorframe. Trapping her between him and the wall. His eyes searing her soul as he spoke. "Don't talk to me about self-control when you have never been kissed. You know nothing. Hell, you will never be able to be objective about avoiding temptation if you never had to practice control. What can

YOU

tell me about desire when you have never looked or been seen that way by another person."

"You don't even know that for certain. I may be more experienced than you expect," she lied.

"Yeah right! he teased; his voice soft before adding, "Red suits you." She looked up at him in confusion. She was wearing a cream silk top and black trousers. At her questioning eyes, he uttered "Your blush, silly. I have never seen you this red. Though even without that tell, I could guess by the way your eyes have been darting in panic that

THIS

is the closest you've been to a man."

"You say it like it's a bad thing. Have you met men?" she scoffed, though her voice was a higher pitch than usual.

"I am just saying, I don't like your holier than thou attitude about it. Are you celibate because of your 'Godliness' or because the thought of being caught dating by your parents scares you."

"Excuse me! I choose to abstain. How dare you assume that this is not what I want," she said while shoving his chest.

"Though is it, really?" he asked while holding the hand she used to shove him against his chest. She should have freed her had from his hold

but a few more seconds is not a big deal, she told herself.

He did this while using his other hand to drag the finger that was shushing her down her lips, before holding her face.

Her breath quickened as if on que to prove his point. He smiled. She was terrible at hiding her expressions. That is why he loved riling her up. "Do you like the way my finger pressed against your lips. Is Miss Chastity getting excited?" He laughed, staring at her beautiful brown eyes getting darker. He leaned closer. "Don't talk to me about control, if you have never been naked and alone with someone you like. Had them begging to fuck you, eager, desperate for it, for

you.

And you still said no while rubbing your clit against the underside of cock." He could feel her go still, imagining the picture he painted. "Don't you think it takes so much more control to stand at the edge, and not leap, than never climbing the cliff ever did?" he whispered.

His own heartbeat matching hers. He had never been more aware of her than he was in this moment. Her perfume was intoxicating. His warm breath caressed her neck as he whispered against her ear. "If I pressed my finger against your other set of lips, would I find you wet? "

His words snapped her out of her trance. "Fuck off Noah," she uttered while shoving past him in a shaky run.

He stumbled back, surprised at his own words.

Alisa ran to the bus stop in a state of shock.

What had just happened there. Had Noah flirted with her or was that a new twisted tactic to win an argument? It did not matter. She was going to marry a nice man from her community, that her parents helped pick for her.

Despite reminding herself of this fact, she kept replaying Noah's words in her head. She really had no experience with tempting a man. There were times when she wondered what it would be like to arouse a man. A recurring fantasy when she was alone in bed, naked.

What if she actually... No, Alisa that is ridiculous and unsafe.

What if she did it online? Anonymously for a stranger.

No, no, no! That is haram.

When she finally reached her studio apartment, the thought never left her. Instead becoming stronger and stronger. The thought of someone seeing just her cleavage for the first time made her nervous with anticipation. Even just the thought of letting a man see her knees! She scolded herself out of these reckless thoughts.

As she undressed out of her clothes that day, she was shocked to find her underwear soaking wet, barely containing her horniness.

"Fuck."

She lay in bed in just a T-shirt and underwear while flipping through porn online. Her search filled with

embarrassed naked female, girl caught masturbating, blindfolded and tricked, naive girl, pervy male doctor, pussy eaten by man orgasm real.

She rarely watched porn, feeling too guilty after, but often read a lot of online erotica.

Today she was too horny to stop herself from seeing naked women live out her fantasies. She loved hearing them moan while she joined them with moans of her own. But today, it was not helping the way it did, despite several minutes of flicking her clit while flipping through all her favourite themes. Deep down she knew exactly why. The truth was she did not want to see,

she wanted to be seen.

.

She found herself browsing for amateur camgirl sites. Creating an account for one.

I can stop any time I want. I am not actually going to do this.

Ohh Godddd.

She stared in wonder at the homepage. Unlike the models on porn sites these thumbnails were of actual everyday woman and men. There was someone for every fetish. Some elegant, most tacky. She was too horny to ponder on that.

She clicked on one of a man dressed as a priest in the thumbnail. Her webpage opened a new tab - to a live feed of a man looking utterly bored. He was sitting on a gaming chair with his "black robes" pulled up to reveal a man thong. The tattoo on his thigh and belly button piercing breaking the illusion his robes tried to create. A man of the cloth from the waist up to one with barely any from the waist down.

He jerked up from his boredom as he noticed a viewer. She was startled, at being noticed even if he could not see her. He was clearly expecting money and she had no plans to spend it. As he spoke "Hey @VirginWhore, mmm you sound so hot." while caressing his cock through his thong, she panicked and crossed the tab.

She kicked the laptop off her lap and ran towards the bathroom to take deep breaths while staring at her mirror "Oh God, oh God, fuck." She started reciting a duaa begging for forgiveness before realising she was in the bathroom and stopped mid word. She had crossed a boundary she never thought she would.

What really scared her was not what she saw, but the fact that she did not feel guilty about it. She was becoming the people she looked down on. The words begging for forgiveness from God caught at the tip of her tongue while her thighs were wet. Her cum had soaked through her fresh pair of underwear. And it wasn't just from the porn she had watched earlier. She had never felt this aware of how empty her pussy was.

She stared into her reflection. Staring at her deep brown eyes that she had once prayed for a chance to witness the magnificence of the Holy Sites. She stared at her naturally pouty lips that in the past had moved as she chanted each sacred word 33 times, while her fingers rubbed against prayer beads. She looked down at those same fingers, now coated in cum from rubbing her clit instead. She stared at her hair messy from moving around in bed. They had looked like this in the past, from the weight of her scarf crushing her locks during lengthy prayers. She looked at her nipples poking through the thin T-shirt. She wondered what it would feel like to rub them against a prayer rug while bent over.

Oh my God. I am so fucked in the head. I need to stop this at once.

She looked at her present self, thought of her past and knew that the decision she made right this moment would forever change her perception of self. She could wash off her spiritual impurity while taking a shower while performing ghusl- a ritualistic shower that made her pure for prayer. Then she could pray for forgiveness with voluntary prayers and duas. She could put this all behind her forever.

She stepped out of her dirty underwear and removed her T-shirt. Naked. Staring at the shower and her scarf hanging on the back of the chair in her bedroom.

Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Noah.

Cocky self-absorbed Noah who thought he knew me so damn well.

She walked towards the chair, the unread message helping her decide.

He knows nothing.

She wrapped the scarf around her hair with the practiced ease of a person who had done this for years, at least five times a day, on most days of the year. Then she took the edge of her scarf and tucked it into the fabric around her face such that it covered the lower half of her face. Only her eyes were visible.

She opened the laptop naked from the neck down.

She had more in common with the priest than she initially thought.

...

She did not switch on her camera, instead choosing to watch hijabi porn while dressed like the women on screen. It turned her on more than masturbating naked.

Why hadn't I done this sooner. One more video, before I take my ghusl.

The tab for the amateur camgirl site taunting her after she watched two porn videos, edging herself.

I can stop whenever I want.

She got out of bed and picked out a loose T-shirt, a bra, and an old pair of tights. Putting them on in a hurry before she changed her mind. Her heart pounding. She checked the mirror to make sure her scarf was secure.

She tore down the posters behind her headboard with frenzied urgency before common sense had a chance to kick in. She made sure there was nothing identifying in the camera's potential frame. She dug out a mini tripod that doubled as a selfie stick. A joke gift from her friend when she took her first solo trip. She set her phone up. Logging on that depraved site in incognito mode.

3...2...1

She pressed the button to go live. The ghusl could wait.

...

Noah just got back to his flat from practice. It has been a busy day from breaking up with Tina to gearing up for his game next week. He checked his phone; Alisa had not yet read his apology message. He should not have crossed that line. He hated how it made his stomach flip. Alisa had always had this effect on him.

His thoughts were interrupted when his phone buzzed. It was not Alisa. His flatmate texted saying he will be crashing at his girlfriend's place.

Perfect

This meant he could watch porn on his laptop instead of his phone.

He felt himself getting hard at the thought of watching his favourite camgirl. He hoped @DDelight was online. He loved watching her play with her natural tits.

He sat of the sofa and began to browse. His hopes were dashed when he saw that she was not online. Most of the amateurs looked boring. He was about to open Pornhub when he noticed a new face. Or at least what he could see of it.

The thumbnail of a woman wearing a hijab with a face covering veil that only exposed the eyes. She must be new to this he thought as she was the only one covered from head to ankle. Something about her drew him in. Maybe it was all the back and forth with Alisa today.

Something about watching a camgirl who acted Muslim, debasing herself for his viewing pleasure made his cock twitch. His sick, twisted fantasy. He wondered what Alisa would think if she found out he masturbated to hijabi porn. He enjoyed scandalising her today before the guilt kicked in.

Knowing this, would give her an aneurism!

He clicked on the thumbnail and found himself in an online room with 2 other people. The camgirl had already been pleasuring herself. Humping her tights clad pussy against the pillow.

He began to type.

@CasaNoah: Mmm, that's it. You look so hot grinding that pillow.

She looked like an amateur. Instead of sexy lingerie she was wearing a T-shirt (She clearly has a bra underneath) and dark grey tights. Her back was to the camera, showing of her glutes though the tights. Its seam nested between her cheeks. He could hear her soft moans.

"You like that?" She moaned while turning her head back to read the comment.

@CasaNoah: That's right, go nice and slow. Tease that pussy darling.

He stared mesmerised at the circular motion of her hips. The tights stretching against her taunt bubble butt, leaving barely anything to the imagination. For the next few minutes, the only sounds that filled the room were from the movement of fabric caused by her gyrations and her low moans. As he noticed her head tilt he quickly typed.

@CasaNoah: Such a righteous slut. Covered from head to ankle while masturbating for your harem. Can little Miss Slut please face the camera? I need to look at your eyes.