Obsession With A Hijabi

He couldn't believe it. Even now with her sitting in bed across from him he found it impossible to believe. The two of them met just a few short months ago online by chance. After another hard day at work, he took a nice long shower then crashed in bed where he shamelessly indulged himself in a large slice of chocolate cake. Moving from live stream to the next on his phone with but the swiping of his thumb he came across her. Alissa. She and her friend laughed and joked innocently. He remembered seeing her wearing a light shade of makeup with a beige headscarf that matched her form-fitting pants. Her eyebrows were thick and dark. Very well done. Her slender frame took residence in a simple sleeveless white shirt with green stripes under which she wore another shirt though this one was long-sleeved.

He became absolutely smitten with her and made it up in his mind that no matter what, he was going to get to know her and if lucky, maybe, just maybe, he'd have her. All he needed to do was message her and wait. But he couldn't just send any message. He needed it to be perfect. One she'd read and take the time to respond to. What he didn't expect was the speed at which she did so. It took only a few short hours. He nearly choked on the unsweetened tea he was drinking at the time. How could a woman as stunning as her even have time enough to wade through the many messages she surely must have gotten just to respond to him?

He lay there in bed with his eyes fixed on the single reply she sent to him. She had no idea. How could she, being the innocent girl she was. At least he assumed her to be innocent. They all were. The cute little hijabi girls that rarely were let outside the sights of their fathers and older brothers. You could say they were a fetish of his. Perusing her pictures, crass fantasies played over in his mind about all the things he'd do to her. It was enough to bring about quite the erection. Before he knew it, his fingers acted on their own, typing out the perfect response to her.

This led to months of them communicating. They both loved debating, which led to frequent arguments, especially having two completely different world views. Being of different faiths even. Even so, he persisted. He just couldn't get enough of this beautiful woman because not only was she sexy as fuck, but intellectually stimulating. One night as he relaxed in bed messaging her, he decided to scroll through the pictures on her account of which there were many. How could a woman be so enthralling? So perfect? His blood burned like fire. Every fiber of his being longed to have her to the point he began fantasizing about it again.

The conversations they usually had about the many problems in the world were broken with him, being rather horny, deciding to randomly ask her about the color of her socks. This caught her by surprise. "Why would he ask the color of your socks?" she asked, a bit taken aback. But he went even further. He asked her if she'd be willing to allow him to kiss her feet, which made her blush. No man ever spoke to her like this. No man outside her family spoke to her anyways with her family being so protective. She asked him again why he wanted to do it and without shame he sent a flurry of compliments her way. He liked her a lot and wanted to kiss her feet. To make her feel good. So badly he desired this he was willing to remunerate her five thousand dollars. Even more.

For him five thousand dollars was nothing. He made pretty good money being the author of six books and even made extra money proofreading the books of up-and-coming authors. For Alissa, however, five thousand dollars was a lot of money. She worked as a cashier at her local supermarkets and needed money to pay for college in the coming months. So, his offer, though shocking, intrigued her. This despite it being absolutely forbidden for her to even be talking to a guy like she did with him. Her religion simply didn't allow it. Yet here she was. But then, what girl didn't have a few secrets?

He expressed his want to meet up and show her a good time, money being no issue. Of course, this was impossible. She didn't know him. And she explained to him it went against her religion. So, she declined. But this made him desire her even more. How could he not want an Arab girl exuding such heavenly beauty? More than kissing her feet, he wanted to kiss those soft moist lips. To kiss along the nape of her neck and shoulder. To take in her redolent scent. So, more praises he sent her way, doing everything he possibly could to flatter her. His words were true, and she seemed to enjoy the attention. That is until certain events in the world led to another argument over world events in her parent's country. She accused him of being heartless and so, the two of them ceased contact for a little over a month but not one day went by without him thinking about her. Checking on her. Was this love or sheer infatuation? He didn't know.

He allowed things to cool down a minute before reestablishing contact. Right away the two of them hit it off. Again, he showered her with praise. Her fashion sense was unparalleled. Even modestly dressed he could see she had a perfect slender frame. He even transferred money into her bank account every now and again. He did everything a real man courting a woman should do. Months of this paid off with him now having her before him. He went from New Jersey to Michigan by car having a fear of flying. He did so without stopping to rest. An upscale hotel he bought which is where the two of them met up. She finally agreed to let him do the one thing he always wanted to do. To let him kiss and venerate her feet. If only she knew about the erection that formed in his pants as he stood there watching her seated at the bed's edge, removing her shoes and black socks.

To him her feet were perfect. Better than he imagined. He could tell by the look on her face that she was excited and nervous at the same time. Conflicted perhaps. Frankly, she shouldn't have been in a room alone with a man not her husband. Most certainly shouldn't let a man not her husband kiss your feet. But temptation is a bitch. And the five thousand dollars in cash placed on the table could be used to buy scarves, clothes and plenty of iced coffee. So, she sat there playfully wiggling those toes, watching him sink to his knees before her. He joked about him being a good Abeed to her. A good Dhimmi. She couldn't believe it. These were words meant to be derogatory, yet he proudly used them for himself. It kinda turned her on though. Yes, he was hers. Her Abeed. Her Dhimmi. At least for today.

He carefully took her dainty foot within both hands, slowly kissing along the side of it making his way around to her heel before trailing back towards her toes, suckling and swirling his tongue about them one by one. She tasted so good to him. He kissed and licked along the top of her foot then raised it to guide his tongue along the bottom as her moans of approval circulated the room. He showed the same veneration for her other foot. "You are fucking amazing, Alissa." He said, his voice deep, breathing heavy. He wanted, needed more of her. He took the hallux of her left foot between his lips, suckling on it like a wild beast, low growls emanating about the room. This of course turned her on further as well. How could it not? What woman didn't want to bring this about in a man? What woman did not want to be desired to such an extent?

With a final kiss on her feet, he rose to stand then did something that made her jaw drop. He planned this long before the two of them met up here. He enjoyed her feet but wanted more than that, so he began to undress, removing first his black T-shirt then shoes and black camouflage pants, revealing his sleek yet muscular frame. His brown skin was reminiscent of caramel, pectorals and abdomen toned from a life of working out and eating healthy. His dark facial hair was neither too thick nor thin. Between his legs something she never laid eyes on before stood at full attention. Something he fully intended to sheath within her moist insides.

"You want this just as bad as me so don't be coy, Alissa." He said, his voice deeper now than before. And it was true. She indeed wanted him. She wanted to have the elongated thick cock he now held in hand, stroking the shaft, deep inside of her. This despite him not even being Arab. He was black man. Arab women didn't date black men. It just didn't happen. Something that could get her disowned by her family members and friends. She knew full well but at this point she didn't care having already met up with him and let him kiss your feet.

At his behest she rose from the dark smooth sheets of the bed then hesitantly began to undress as well, her light blue denim pants and white panties dropping around her feet before stepping out of them. To him she had the cutest pussy he even seen. Pink and shaven. Untouched by any other. With his help her shirt and bra were removed, both chucked over onto the couch beside the window. Now he saw all of her as she saw him and to him, she was utter perfection. Slender as predicted with petite pink nipple breasts. Into a firm embrace she was taken, a passionate kiss following with tongues swirling about each other. Her inexperience was evident but most welcomed. It meant he was her first and he could teach her. This excited him even more. So much so he gave your small firm ass cheeks a hard smack, this prompting her to yelp and jump into him.

Before long she found herself lying in bed, her legs spread wide apart with his face buried between your thighs. His tongue just barely moved over her labias, teasing her before moving down over her perineum with gently flicks. Using his thumb he massaged her clitoris, this having the obvious effect of sending a burst of sensations throughout her body. The tip of his tongue swirled about those labias as he applied more pressure to her clitoris. Two fingers moved down spreading her apart before being pushed deep inside that virgin treasure. With him fingering her he flicked his tongue over her clit then gently sucked on it. He'd give her brief respite, licking around her inner thighs before against suckling on her clit, finger fucking her harder until sweet juices flowed down on the dark sheets.

He moved up over her so their eyes could meet then took his erected dick in hand, rubbing your clitoris with the head before very carefully pushing deep inside of the pussy he wanted to fuck for months inch by precious inch. He couldn't believe how tight she was, and she couldn't believe how big he was. Clasping his shoulders, Alissa bit down on her lower lip, taking the entirety of him inside of her. With his toned pectorals pressed against her breast, he began fucking her, gently at first with her legs spread wide apart. Her face she buried in the nape of his neck with eyes closed as her pussy experienced pleasure like never before. With him fucking her harder now she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on for dear life as the bed squeaked and banged hard against the wall. His thick girth massaged her insides without end, the head pushing deep within your moist confines.

All of this was forbidden. Haram. Yet, it felt good. The two of her locked in a firm embrace. Her hot wet pussy being pounded hard by his big dark cock. For him, seeing her buck wildly beneath him, moaning and crying out in Arabic, it was the best experience of his life. He pushed his dick balls deep within her then paused to rotate his hips against her. Wrapped tightly around him she took it all. Took it all and begged for more. Begged to be fucked harder which he obliged, giving it to her until immaculate beige and caramel skin glistened with a cool layer of sweat. Orgasm after orgasm Alissa had on his dick before again her legs unwound from his hips, falling wide open. With what strength he had left he fucked you harder and faster, the wet smacking of flesh resounding off the bedroom walls. Then with one final push he finally let loose, completely draining his sack in the one woman that held the keys to his heard.

The two of them relaxed in bed, him with a triumphant smirk having gotten the woman he wanted for months now, her a sheepish smile having not only lost her virginity but having been violated. Fucked. When she turned to lie on him, her flushed cheeks on his toned chest he knew he had her. "I love you." She said, staring up at him. Running his hand along the beige skin of her hips he kissed her lips. "I love you too. You're mine now. All mine." He boldly declared before giving her ass cheeks a hard smack prompting a moan from her.