The next morning, Abdullah left home early. I was not worrying anymore about the stupid goodbyes. I was expecting from. I was just glad that, that pig wasn't here.
I ran out of the home naked and hugged Shiva and kissed him in his lips. He was also glad, and I saw that Krishna got jealous. Shiva nodded his head while looking at me, I hugged Krishna and gifted him the same gift I offered to Shiva.
Shiva asked me to take a bath and get ready to meet Samira. The question was, "Who is Samira?"
Samira was a single mother, living on a farm next to us. She used to keep it to herself. I saw her sometimes, but she covered herself from head to toe. She was the only other Muslim girl, in this place.
Krishna and Shiva were lusting for Samira, even though they didn't know about her looks. Krishna told me some things about her. I feel so bad for her. Her husband left after her because she was not good in bed. Also, she was not a good Muslim girl like me, she never respected and obeyed kaffir men like me.
Shiva insisted that I should make her a good girl like me. Even they had tried many times in vain to talk to her, she ignored all of them.
Krishna told me they didn't even see her face, which made them more wanting to see her naked. I too wanted to see her naked. My main responsibility was to explain to her the greatness of kafir dicks.
Shiva told me that every woman has a sexual desire. With Samira being single for a long time. She must have been filled up with them and it was the holy duty to open the floodgates and her desires to flow freely.
I thought I could do this. I must help Samira. So I got off from my home to do this 'mission impossible.'
I was wearing my sexy saree and covered myself with the burka. Shiva trained me well about the things I should say and probable answers to some questions.
I reached her place. I knocked on the door. She slightly opened the door and asked me, "How can I help you?"
"I am sultana, I live nearby and I just wanted to say, Hello," I said.
"Sultana, you say?" she asked, and I said yes.
She opened the door and welcomed me. When I was inside, I removed my burka and she was shocked to saw me in designer saree, showing my midriff and cleavage.
"Oh Sultana, You are beautiful but we are not supposed to dress like this," she said hesitantly.
"Really? I don't know" I said.
"Yes, we should cover ourselves in public," she said while looking at my deep cleavage.
"But we are alone and we are women," I said, but she said nothing, but it was visible in her face, she agreed.
We were chatting for some time, we both liked each other and became instant friends.
I got closer to Samira's little daughter Sahana. Samira tried to teach me about the way of dressing, protect and honor modesty, but I was neither interested nor understanding, most of the things she said.
We continued chatting while drinking the coffee, it was all normal and Samira noticed my love bites and with a smile asked me. I said that I love sex and I couldn't sleep without being fucked.
Samira was silent for some time, she didn't expect this answer. It seemed to me that Samira never had this kind of open-minded conversation with anybody.
Samira told me she used to enjoy sex but now, she has no way of getting that. She had this inferiority complex that she was not pretty and she had a bad case of low to null self-confidence.
Samira was so beautiful and she didn't realize, how hot she was?
I felt sorry for Samira and eager to get her fucked by many guys. I deliberately talked about sex and dick all the time. Samira was getting angry and asked me to stop talking. Even though she didn't like to talk. There was some eagerness in her face whenever I told her some of my encounters.
I got terrified too. I thought that I might have said a lot of things in our first meeting itself. Samira started to sweating unusually, Samira couldn't take her eyes off my boobs.
I knew there was something wrong. I asked her, but she said nothing. I insisted her to talk openly, and I promised her I won't be Judgemental and will be open-minded.
There was something in mind. All those things that unfolded have exactly happened as Shiva predicted. I had the answer to all the questions Samira asked me. Shiva knew exactly what would she ask? and what should I say.
After my promise. Samira started talking, she told me she felt something strange happening down her pussy and it started to getting wet unusually. She was very shy and pushed her to share me more.
She told me she is getting hornier and couldn't control herself. She started touching herself. She felt ashamed to do this before me.
"What is happening to me?" Samira started crying.
"It's normal. It happens to me all the time when I am not getting enough sex," I moved near her and consoled her.
She looked at me with a surprising face but she agreed and asked me, "I get it, sometimes I feel that too, but not like this. I don't know what to do?"
I raised my eyebrow and looked at her saying nothing.
"Masturbation is sin," she yelled at me and started to apologize for yelling at me.
"Look nothing is wrong as long as, you are not hurting anybody. you should learn to enjoy life,"
"I want to enjoy life too but I don't want to forbidden things," she replied while tears were filling up her eyes.
"We are human, we can't be saints. Just enjoy life and you can always ask for forgiveness. Deep down you are Muslim. that's enough" I said.
She looked at me like I was some kind of savior and have answered all her temptations.
"How are you happy all the time?" she asked.
"it's simple, I am not judgemental and I love what I do and I am always horny too," I explained plainly.
she asked me, "Ok what should I do?" but her head was hanging down as she was ashamed for asking me.
I raised her head and kissed her forehead and said, "Samira, you are beautiful," she smiled.
I asked her to wear sexy clothes, flirt whenever she gets a chance, stop covering yourself like this.
She nodded her head with agreement.
"Also, why are you wearing a dress?" I asked her.
She didn't understand my question, and she asked me, "What else should I wear?"
"Nothing!"
"Excuse me?" she asked as didn't expect, I would say that.
"Come on! You know what I mean. I don't wear a dress at home."
I was afraid after I said that. I thought she would be angry and would kick me out. But, surprisingly she didn't react at all and It seemed to me like she actually agreed.
"Enjoy your body, You will feel liberated only when you are naked. just take off your dress, I want you to experience," I said hesitantly.
I didn't even know what I was doing. I was just trying my luck.
