Hijabi Refugee

Nabeela went to wipe her cum covered smiling face. When Stella grabbed her hand and asked her.

"Tell me, Princess, did you like that?"

Nebeela nodded eagerly. Stella smiled at her and then asked.

"Did you like the smell and taste of your Miss Stella?"

Nabeela looked down shyly, blushing and grinning, and told Stella.

"Yes, Miss Stella, I did like the scent and taste. I thought I wouldn't, but I really liked it a lot..."

She trailed off. This intrigued Stella, and she pushed Nabeela for what she was going to say, but she held back.

" Tell me, young lady, what were you going to say when stopped?"

"I can't. It is embarrassing, Miss Stella, and haram, like I told you before."

She told Stella this only made her want to know more. She placed her hand on her cheek, raised her face to her face, kissed her softly on the forehead, and told her.

"You can tell me anything, Princess, you're safe."

"Well, Miss Stella, you know how you grabbed my head, pulled me in, and rubbed your pudi on my face, which made me do it. I liked that part, too."

Stella understood that Nabeela's submissive side was talking now. She wanted that submissive side to be with her, she told Nabeela.

"That's okay. I understand that, Princess. You don't have to be embarrassed, but we do have to get back to the house. Plus, I want you to be able to smell my scent for the rest of the day, so put your gown back on, and let's get home."

Driving back, Stella noticed Nabeela would now and again lick her lips, fidget, and look more worried by the second Stella asked.

"Okay, Princess, you look worried?"

"Miss Stella, I know I said I liked what we did, but it was also haram. Please, you're not going to tell Eddie, are you?"

She asked nervously.

"Why do you ask that Princess?"

Stella asked Nabeela.

"I don't want Mr. Eddie to think I am dirty haram Randie (dirty sinful slut)."

Nabeela explained to Stella.

"What is a Randie sweetie?"

Stella inquired. Nabeela thought momentarily, not knowing what word in English would translate to it.

"Someone who will do anything with anyone at any time. This is the only way I know how to explain it. I'm sorry, my English is not very good."

"Don't worry, sweetie, your secret is safe with me. I will not tell him anything until you say I can tell him."

Stella told her while thinking to herself you are the perfect submissive slut in the making, even if you don't know yet, my girl.

As they approached the house, Eddie emerged from the lounge and saw the two women with their hands full of bags. He greeted them with a smile.

"Welcome, ladies. It looks like you have been busy."

Nabeela was so grateful to Eddie that she dropped the bags and hugged him, thanking him for everything. Then she backed off, realising she shouldn't be hugging him like that. He kissed her forehead and could smell Stella's juices on her and taste them on Nabeela's forehead. He looked at Stella and asked her.

"Hope you were a good girl, young Lady?"

She winked at him and said.

" I was the sort of good girl you would expect of me, Master Edward."

Eddie asked the girls.

"So, are you going to show me what you have bought?"

Nabeela was a little embarrassed as she reached into the bag to show him the dresses; she didn't want to show him the underwear when Stella said.

"No, No, Nabeela. Master Edward means you're wearing them. Let us go upstairs, and we can do a fashion show by walking down the stairs like a catwalk. Then, let's go to your room."

They picked up the bags heading upstairs into Nabeela's room. Stella stripped off as Nabeela removed her abaya; Stella picked the red button-up dress first with matching underwear and matching 3-inch heels. Stella put on the same matching underwear. Taking Nabeela by the hand to show Eddie. When Nabeela tugged Stella back and said.

"Miss Stella, I can't go downstairs before Mr. Eddie without my hijab."

"Wait here."

She ran into the other room where Nabeela had been given that white dress. Coming back with a handful of scarves, Stella asked.

"Will these do until we can order you some new ones?"

Nabeela nodded as she wrapped the scarf around her head, making it look like a hijab. Stella had to admit that there was something very sexy about Nabeela's outfit, with a matching hijab that included underwear.

As they both got to the top of the stairs, Eddie put a chair in the middle of the hallway so he would have the best view of them coming down the stairs. They watched the look on Eddie's face as they descended the stairs, and Stella slowed Nabeela's pace so Eddie could take it all in. He looked like a kid in a sweet shop for who all his dreams had come true. Stella told Nabeela.

"Follow my lead."

She walked round the back of his chair, then back to the stairs, and turned round to face Eddie. Stella asked.

" You like Master Edward, and should we show you the next set? By the way, we are wearing matching outfits."

" Yes Please Ladys."

Nabeela felt like he was trying to see under her dress. They repeated this a few times. She was enjoying it, but she sort of felt a little jealous that Stella was getting more attention plus a bit overdressed next to her, even though she didn't want to be naked like that in front of Eddie.

This was the last dress. It was a tight, white, lightweight knitted dress. First, she was handed some white underwear. There was a white thong, and then came the bra, which was even smaller than the half-cup ones from before; this covered even less of her large breasts. She looked at Stella and was about to ask when she told her.

"This is a quarter-cup bra, and it will be perfect for this dress."

This did nothing to support her enormous tits, and this was all very new to her and went with the advice given. The dress hugged like a second skin, and there was a thin lace panel in the shape of a V, exposing all but her nipples and bra. Stella stood back. Telling Nabeela

"OH my lord, you look so hot and sexy, I could just eat you up."

Nabeela blushed and shook her head. Stella grabbed Nabeela's hand and placed it on her pussy, and whispered in her ear as she played with Nabeela's nipples.

"Feel how wet hot you have made me for you in that outfit."

Nabeela wanted to drop to her knees again and serve Miss Stella as a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Stella released Nabeela's nipples and told her.

"Now that you look perfect, Princess, let us go show, Master Edward."

Eddie couldn't keep his eyes off Nabeela, yes, Stella looked hot, but Nabeela, with her hijab and her nipples poking through the dress and heels, was too much. He had to adjust his growing cock in his trousers, making Nabeela blush like mad. They walked around the back of the chair slowly, and Stella just couldn't resist and kissed Nabeela behind Eddie, who caught the reflection in the mirror and squeezed Nabeela's nipple while guiding Nabeela's hand to her pussy to show it was even wetter than before. On releasing her, she gave Nabeela a wink and walked past her. Nabeela, still trying to catch her breath, walked to the foot of the stairs, and they headed upstairs, Eddie said.

"Wait a second, Nabeela; you change into something else for the evening. I just need a quick word with Stella."

Nabeela turned and returned to her room, closing the door behind her. Still panting and out of breath from her kiss with Stella. She couldn't decide which of her new dresses to wear. She finally decided on the red button-up dress. As she came out of her room, she could hear moaning as she walked slowly to the top of the stairs. Only to freeze where she was, Stella was kneeing up over the chair, and Eddie, with his trouser down by his ankles, was fucking Stella hard. Nabeela was unable to move or take her eyes off them. She soon realized she was breathing heavily and had her hand inside her dress, playing with her nipple, and the other was undoing the lower buttons. She knew she should stop and return to her room, but she didn't. Instead, she opened the dress to her waist and was rubbing her pussy and pinching her nipple at the sight of them fucking below her. She was close to cumming, when Stella looked over her shoulder straight at Nabeela and winked before saying.

" Yes, Yes, Master Edward fuck me fuck hard Yes, just like that, yes, Master Edward, you're going to make cum. Please fuck harder."

Those words rang through her ears just like before in the car. Her orgasm was seconds away, and Stella was watching her as she closed her eyes and screamed.

"I I I I'm c c c c c u u m m m m m i i i i n n n gggggggggggggg"

Nabeela came, muffling her orgasm into her hand. Still watching, Stella opened her eyes to see Nabeela standing at the top of the stairs. She blew her kiss and signaled with her head that she should return to her room. Just as she was about to close her door, she heard a sound that sounded like the roar of a wild beast to see Eddie with his cock in his hand and Stella's back and bottom covered in his semen.

Nabeela opened the door and sat on her bed. Her breathing was still laboured, and she wondered what was happening to her; she had never witnessed these sorts of things before. She was a good Muslim girl; she shouldn't be looking at them and definitely not doing the things she had done. Worse, she shouldn't be wishing she had been in Stella's place. These were such haram thoughts. Just then, Stella came into the room with a huge smile, which was wiped right off her face when she saw Nabeela was so upset and looked like she was about to cry; she put up a finger as if to say give me a minute and went to the bathroom grabbed a towel to wrap around her and sat next to Nabeela and put her arm around her shoulder and said.

"Nabeela, you ok, Princess, you like you are about to cry."

"Miss Stella, please do not take this the wrong way. I am so grateful to you and Eddie for everything you do for me; I like you both a lot. I am a good Muslim girl, and I know what those men did with those poor girls where they trafficked me too. I know you did not make me do anything. I did it with you because I liked it, but it is so haram and wrong. I shouldn't be doing this or seeing these things and like them."

She told Stella through her tears as she sat there sobbing. Stella cuddled Nabeela and comforted her; she understood the turmoil this girl must be going through, human nature versus her nature and cultural upbringing. She told her.

"Nabeela, sweetie, let's not think about this for now. You must be hungry. I know I am, and we still have to have dinner. I know Master Edward will be starving."

Nabeela seemed to calm down a bit. She smiled at Stella, who wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. Stella asked Nabeela to wait while she dressed, and they could go downstairs together.

The two women cooked the dinner, and Stella explained to Nabeela that it was normal to have all those feelings she was having. It was normal to want things she did, and the culture and faith said no to all those things. One was nature, while the other was nature. Nabeela seemed to understand, but it was still hard for her to get her head around it all. She did understand what Stella was talking about; soon, they had finished cooking, and Stella set the table, and they only set the table for two. Nabeela looked at Stella, puzzled, she told her.

"It's time for me to go home. You and Master Edward will be the ones dining together. I'll see you both in the morning."

Nabeela gave a hug to say thank you for what she had done today. Stella held Nabeela's face and said.

"I was hoping you would walk me to the car."

"Be my pleasure, Miss Stella."

Nabeela smiled. They walked to the car. After Stella had put her bag in the car, she turned to Nabeela and asked her.

"Can I ask you two questions, Princess?"

Nabeela quickly answered.

"Please do, Miss Stella. You have helped so much, and I will do my best to answer them."

"Good"

Stella continued.

"Be honest with me, and remember there is no wrong or right answer; just be honest, even though you feel some of it is haram, as you say. Have you enjoyed everything that has happened?"

Nabeela blushed bright red and nodded yes. Stella said.

"OK, number two, do you feel you would feel better if you were punished for your haram deeds as you Say, Princess?"

This time, Nabeela answered.

"Yes, Miss Stella."

With that, Stella told her.

"In that case, I have wanted to do this again all evening."

Grabbing Nabeela around the waist, pulling her in, and with her other hand around her neck, she pulled her in for a kiss. At first, Nabeela froze as Stella kissed and quickly found herself kissing Stella back. Now, both of Stella's hands were groping Nabeela's bottom and her back. As her hand slid around, Stella was feeling up Nabeela's breast, feeling Nabeela's moan vibrate through her kiss. Stella then slid her other hand to Nabeela's pussy so she could rub and grab at it. Nabeela was not pulling away, but Nabeela's arms wrapped around Stella as they kissed.

What they didn't know was Eddie was watching them through the window, and his cock was hard as rock again. He had seen many sexy and hot things in his life. Still, nothing had even come close to watching his sexy housekeeper and a young hijabi girl snogging on his driveway was by far the horniest thing he had ever seen, and all he wanted to do was join in, but he knew he couldn't this young virgin Muslim woman was not ready for that yet.

Stella pushed Nabeela away, watching the hijabi moan at having to stop, and said.

"We better stop, or I will need you on your knees right here."

Nabeela was shocked at the thought of doing that in the open. Stella giggled, breaking the tension, and told Nabeela.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I'll see you in the morning."

She pecked Nabeela on the cheek and jumped in her car, driving away. Nabeela headed back in, smiling.

By the time Nabeela got back in, Eddie was already at the table in the dining room, hiding his raging hard-on. He smiled at Nabeela and asked.

"Would you like to serve dinner, or should I?"

Knowing full well, she wouldn't let him. She smiled back at him and said.

"No, Sir Eddie, please stay seated. Let me do that, please."

Walking off into the kitchen, he watched her fantastic bubble butt looking even sexier in her tight new dress and high heels push her butt out even more; just thinking about grabbing that arse and pulling cheeks open was making his cock throb in his trouser and when she placed his plate in front of him. He was able to see her cleavage made his cock pulse in his pants. He enjoyed the views of her coming and going. Once they were seated and eating, Eddie asked.

"Did you enjoy your day shopping today.?"

She blushed, remembering her day, and wondered if he was asking because he knew what had happened. She smiled without really making eye contact and told him.

"Yes. Thank you, Sir."

"Do you like the clothes?"

He asked. She answered with a huge smile.

"Yes, Sir, I love them."

He watched her face and body movement.

"How about the shoe?"

He asked her. She nodded, and he added,

"You look really nice in your new clothes and shoes."

"Thank you, Sir. Do you really think so?"

She asked, almost asking for approval. He liked that a lot. He told.

"Yes, really, Princess, you looked very beautiful in your new clothes."

He watched her smile get brighter as he approved. He thought, "I am going to push my luck," and asked her.

" I bet you look just as beautiful in your new underwear as Stella?"

She smiled and nodded very slightly and squirmed in her chair. He could see her nipples harden and poke through her dress. That really made his cock twitch. To know he was having that effect on her.

She couldn't believe how he had just made her feel by saying she would look beautiful in her new underwear, which made her tingle. Had he been imagining what she looked like that, and had he been thinking of her when he was fucking Stella? Her pussy was on fire and dripping wet. She needs to finish her food and touch her screaming wet pussy. He watched this fight on her face even though she wasn't looking at him.

Once they had finished eating, she got up to take the plates into the kitchen, and Eddie picked up his plate, Nabeela said.

"It's ok, Sir. I am happy to take them."

He just smiled and said.

"Nonsense, you must be tired from all that shopping and going up and down the stairs doing that amazing fashion show for me."

He could smell her arousal, she led the way, and as she placed the plate and glass in the sink, Eddie stepped right up behind her, pressing his cock into her bum so much better with her in her heels, lifting her bottom into a better position for his cock. A low moan escaped her lips, and she pushed back and held herself against the sink as he reached around her, asking her to take the plate and glass. She didn't say anything, but her arms came back together, catching Eddie's arms between her arms and body, and his arms slid back. The sides of his hands were now on the sides of her huge breasts. Eddie felt her arms clamp down on his wrists, trapping his hands against her breasts. He wondered if that was what she had wanted or if it was out of panic from feeling them on her breasts.

She froze, waiting to see what Eddie would do. When nothing happened other than Eddie's gently brushing the sides of Nabeela's 38DD breasts was enough to send shock waves through the Virgin Muslim girl. Another moan coming from her was what Eddie needed, with his huge cock twitched against her bottom, and she pushed back a little more. Eddie got braver and grabbed just the sides of her breasts tighter and began to dry hump Nabeela's butt crack, and fingertips could just feel the edge of Nabella's erect nipples. Nabeela was on the edge of an orgasm when Eddie's phone rang. Bring them both back down to earth. Eddie went into the hallway to take the call. Nabeela stood at the sink, catching her breath. She really needed to cum. Her body still burning up with lust building up in her, and she had nowhere to go. She finally caught her breath, finished washing, and dried the plates and glasses when he came back into the kitchen and told Nabeela.

"Sorry Princess I have to nip out, it won't wait till tomorrow, don't wait for me. I will try to be home as soon as I can."

She smiled and simply nodded ok.

He had already decided on his way back he was going to see Stella if was free he needed to fuck, Nabeela was driving him crazy with lust.

As soon as Nabeela was finished she almost ran to her room took off her dress and shoes looked at herself in the mirror loved what she saw and climbed into bed still wearing her half-cup bra and thong. She was so horny she didn't even touch her nipples she pulled her thong to the side and was fucking her pussy with her fingers like there was no tomorrow and saying.

" Yes, Master Eddie fuck me fuck me like you Miss Stella Yes just like that Mr Eddie Yes Yes let your dirty water splash all over me yes yes yesssssssssssssssssssssss."