Thank you to Tahrima Begum. A fantastic writing partner. Please check out her stories. This is a follow up story to Maintenance Man story.
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The next morning Khadijah woke up to find George was not there. She was disappointed and for a moment thought she had dreamt last night. After all the sex had been out of this world, it couldn't be real, but she knew it was thanks to her aching and sore body. She let out an exasperated sigh as she wondered why he didn't stay.
She thought about calling him but did not want to seem desperate, despite her horny state and need for that hard infidel cock. She had a long shower and brought herself to orgasm multiple times as she thought about George from the night before. During the day she began to feel more and more upset as she thought about George.
George was watching Khadijah and he was still playing his games with her. Khadijah was a toy that he wanted to use and he did not want her to feel comfortable. It was in the evening when George knocked on her door.
Khadijah had been waiting for George all day and had given up hope on him when she heard a knock at the door. She rushed to the door to open it and found George waiting for her. He walked in not waiting to be invited. He had a sense of entitlement about him.
Khadijah did not correct him or say anything about him leaving but instead submissively followed him. George sat down by the kitchen as though he was not fucking her to heaven just last night.
She was struggling to compose herself and unsure of what to say about how she felt. She could feel George's lustful eyes on her body as he eyeballed her body from head to toe.
"Change into something that will interest me. I will wait." George demands. Khadijah turns to walk away but all of a sudden stops. She was wearing a black lace underwear set. She was sure it would 'interest' him without the need to change into anything else.
She lifted her abaya over her head, revealing her underwear to George.
"Is this more to your liking?" She asks as she walks over to him.
She drops to her knees as she reaches him. She begins to do undo the button on his slacks and lowers his zip. She pulls his cock out of the fly of his boxers and begins to lick his hard cock up and down. She has been craving this fat monster all day.
She is taking it deep down her throat as she sucks like her life depends on it. Her gagging and choking on his cock reverberates around the kitchen as she pleases George. He grabs her by the hijab tearing it as he throat fucks her.
"You fucking horny slut. Take my fat cock," George groans as he forces her to take more of his cock.
Khadijah struggles to take it all as she concentrates on relaxing her jaw. George begins to bob her head back and forth on his cock. Each time pushing it deeper and deeper down her throat. She gags on his cock as he hits the back of her throat. Tears are streaming down her face and her saliva is dripping down her mouth. She looks like the hot mess she is.
George thrusts hard against her as he climaxes shooting his sperm down her throat. She does her best to keep up with the flow and swallow as much as she can. Khadijah loves seeing the feeling of sucking his cock.
He pulls his cock out of Khadijah and she savors the taste of his cum. She uses a finger to scoop up the excess cum that is dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin.
"I am not done with you," George says as he looks down at her.
He lifts her up and bends her over the breakfast bar. He grabs her panties, twisting the around his palm before giving them a firm tug and tearing them from her body. Khadijah feels them snap against her body and she takes a deep sharp inhale. He brings the panties up to his nose and inhales deeply.
"Your panties are so wet and warm. Your cunt is dripping for cock. You are one horny slut." The shaming only adds to her arousal.
Khadijah is beyond embarrassment and simply needs to be fucked but she does not expect him to be hard so soon after she sucked his cock dry.
George dips two fingers into a slab of butter on a plate. Khadijah watches as he fingers the butter and scoops it up with 2 fingers. He kicks her legs apart and presses her head down into the bar. He roughly inserts his two butter covered fingers into her ass, lubing it up for him.
"Uhhh. What are you doing?" Khadijah grunts at this unexpected intrusion. George begins to lube his own cock with the butter and rests his fat cock at the puckered entrance of her asshole.
"Just relax and you will enjoy it. You are my slut and you will learn to obey me." George tells her as he begins to assert his dominance.
George grunts as he forces his fat inside her tight asshole. Her ring is tight and the butter has not done enough to ease the entry. George grunts and pulls the hijab back tight on her head as he forces his fat cock past the tight anal ring.
"Ya Allahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Screams Khadijah as she finds her asshole invaded by the fat infidel cock. This was beyond simple, anal was a taboo and sinful thing in Islam yet here she was taking an infidels white cock. There was a sense of powerlessness Khadijah felt around George, she was a slave to her carnal desires and she could not say no to George.
Khadijah is so tight and it feels like he is in a vice but he continues to move his cock in and out of her tight ass. The friction only seems to drive him on to own her.
"Your ass feels so good. You are tighter than a fucking virgin," George grunts as he continues to fuck her ass despite the friction.
George begins to find her ass gives way and his cock moves more easily in and out of her ass. Her body is adjusting to his cock and he begins to feel a greater sense of ownership over her. Khadijah is now beginning to even enjoy this ass fucking after the initial painful entry. She holds on to the end of the breakfast bar as George begins to fuck her with sheer force. Their bodies are covered in sweat from the effort of the fucking. George slaps her fat ass with every thrust as he begins to enjoy the fucking.
"I am cumming. I am fucking cumming in your tight virgin Muslim ass," George croaks as he feels that tension release.
"Yessssss. Cum in my Muslim ass, my Infidel lover," Khadijah moans.
Despite it feeling good, Khadijah is unable to climax from the anal experience.
George collapses on top of her as they both gather their breath. A short time later, they gather themselves and they take a seat in the living room.
"On the weekends I usually play cards with an old army buddy. I was thinking you could play host." George asked Khadijah but it was more of a demand than a question. George wanted to show Khadijah off to his friend. He could not believe he was fucking this horny, sexy hijabi. She could not refuse as she wanted to please her man but she was also interested in knowing more about George and wanted to meet his friends.
George had met Henry when they both served in the army in their younger years. They had always stayed in touch over the years and now enjoyed a weekly meet up to play cards. Henry was divorced and George was widowed so the card game took on another meaning as it helped them cope with the loneliness of old age.
Khadijah wore her navy abaya and hijab for the card game. She had made some snacks but refused to let George have beer or any alcohol in her apartment. It was the only rule she was not willing to break. Henry was short and fat but said everything with a smile which made Khadijah feel at ease. He seemed harmless and she wanted to make a good impression on him.
Henry put a small case on the desk and opened it to reveal their chips and cards. Henry began to divide the chips and shuffle the cards. Khadijah brought over some drinks as they set up the game. They were a selection of juices and fizzy pop as she stuck by her no alcohol rule. While Khadijah bent forward to put down the drink for Henry he slapped her ass gently.
"Thank you. George you have found a good one here. What is she doing with you?" Henry beamed and they both laughed.
Khadijah looked over at George and he could sense she was uncomfortable at the slap on her ass but he nodded to say it was ok.
"This could do with some rum," Henry said loudly as he took a sip of his coke.
"No alcohol allowed in this apartment. The lady makes the rules." George quickly explained. Henry seemed to accept this and did not make another comment
She excused herself and walked towards the kitchen so they could enjoy the game.
"Hey, why don't you come and sit with us and play?" Henry asked.
Khadijah felt uncomfortable as she did not like the idea of gambling as it was against her faith.
"No, I am fine. I will wait here and you can shout me if you need anything." Khadijah said as she went to sit at the breakfast bar.
This prompted George to get up and walk towards Khadijah.
They were out of earshot of Henry.
"You should play. It is rude otherwise. I want you to get to know my friends." George whispered in her ear.
"He slapped my ass. Was that not rude?" Khadijah retorted a little louder than expected and Henry chuckled at hearing her say it.
"That is just his way and don't act the prude. I have done much worse to your ass at this bar," George replied cheekily trying to break this prudish wall Khadijah was putting up.