HIJABI AND THE INTERNET STALKER

I was always self conscious about my body and looks. Most men want the basics and mine were: I am chubby. My bra size is 38F. 5 foot 6 inches. 26 years old. I had wide hips and a fat ass.

I had a very sheltered upbringing and did not experience actual sex until just over 12 months ago. It was on sites such as Literotica and the dark pages of Reddit that I was able to explore my sexuality and discover my true nature.

Despite my early upbringing in Pakistan I was always curious about things that should have been out of reach as a Pakistani Muslim woman. I wasn’t particularly attractive and as I was on the chubby side I did not particularly receive attention from men in the same way that my sisters and friends did. They always had attention from the opposite sex and men would be flirting with them and trying to get their attention but I never had that attention from a man.

It led me to seek out fantasies in secret and what started as innocent interest in romantic erotica soon turned to darker fantasies and stories on the internet. I enjoyed reading stories on Literotica about chubby women and the men that found them attractive. I would often read stories from horny older men about their fascination for BBW’s and this fantasy world was somewhat of a distraction from my real world disappointments.

In reality men were not falling over themselves to be with me. I was 24 at this time and still unmarried despite my parent’s best efforts. We were living in the USA now and I found myself able to experience more freedom but it did not make a difference as I had no interest from the opposite sex in real life.

My interests online became darker and I had now discovered Reddit. Initially I joined Reddit as I liked the message board style and the helpfulness of some of the groups. But then I discovered porn and the perverted part of Reddit. Someone will be reading this and not know that Reddit is mainly used by people to discuss their perverted fantasies. This was a whole new world for me.

My favourite subreddits related to watching men perform cum tributes. I don’t know why but the sight of cum absolutely fascinated me and I wanted to be able to taste and feel it. I found that Indian men were particularly fond of this habit.

Just watching a man perform this would make my panties moist. I would watch video after video on a nightly basis as I touched my tingling body. I loved the dirty habit of masturbating and would do it whenever opportunity permitted.

I enjoyed the taboo aspects of these posts and I was particularly fond of Hindu cocks. This will not make much sense outside of an Indian/Pakistani context. For a Muslim woman the idea of an uncut dirty Hindu cock or as we call it lund should be abhorrent but the taboo nature of it made me very horny.

I would lurk on the subreddits as I examined the pictures of the various cocks. I would rub my wet sopping cunt to orgasm every time.

I found the darker cocks with a thick foreskin the sexiest. I would imagine licking that foreskin and pulling it back to reveal the fat cock head. My mind would run away with itself as I wondered what delights I would taste as I pulled back that foreskin and licked underneath the head.

A part of my obsession with these Hindu cocks was due to the rejections I had experienced in my own life from Muslim men. The way they talked about using Muslim women as cum dumpsters and ravaging them on these pages made me want to be one of these women.

I never commented on these pages and simply lurked and enjoyed the posts until one day. There was a building need growing inside of me but I would always stop myself from posting but that all changed one day.

I was scrolling through the pictures when one caught my eye. This particular poster had added 3 pictures from different angles. He had one with his cock and balls, one focused on the foreskin and the tip and the final one had the foreskin pulled back revealing the head. His cock was so wet and juicy. My mind was just focused on these pictures and I was unable to look away. The more I looked at the images the more details I notice and the more I wanted to experience.

I was slowly touching myself as I was becoming enamored by his cock. An impulse came over me that I had never felt before. I had to talk to him and acting out on an impulse I sent a dm to him.

“Nice cock. Have you done any tributes?”

The message read. I did not know what I was thinking but I wanted to see more of his cock.

“Send me a picture and I will cum on you!”

He replied rather swiftly and it took me by surprise.

I was not expecting a reply and I froze as I thought of what to do. I did not reply immediately as I thought about ignoring him.

“Typical Pakistani cocktease. Probably a man pretending to be a woman.”

I felt even more foolish as my post history made it clear I was Pakistani and Muslim.

There was a devil inside of me telling me to shut this man up and send him a picture. The sensible part of me was telling me to block him and delete my profile.

I was in bed and just wearing a long t-shirt with panties. I usually wore a cardigan and long pajamas around the house. My family was very conservative and they had no idea about these secret pages I visited at night.

“What harm could it cause?” The devil inside of me was growing louder and I slowly began to convince myself that maybe if I sent him a picture of my ass it would not be so bad.

My large black panties were covering most of it anyway. I turned on my side and snapped a picture and quickly sent it before I could back out.

No speedy reply and nothing. I had that instant regret of sending something on the internet and not knowing where it would end up.

20 minutes later he sent a picture message back. His fat cock was in his hand and he had just cum all over a picture of my ass.

That set my pussy on instant fire. I was so horny and wet at the site of it that my hand was in my panties in a flash and I was fingering myself to within an inch of my life.

Sweat was drenching my t-shirt as my body writhed and twisted to my manipulations.

My other hand was squeezing and manipulating my breast as I felt quiet moans escape my lips. My horny state was making me delirious and I began twist and pull on my thick nipple.

I pictured that fat thick cock in front of me as my back arched and my body twisted and contorted as I came in a powerful orgasm.

My body fell back on to the bed after my powerful orgasm and the exhaustion meant I was finally able to sleep.

In the morning I woke up to a message from the stranger on Reddit.

“You could still be a man but I imagined you being a chubby Pakistani slut that loves uncut Hindu lund.”

His insistence that I was a man began to annoy me.

“Shut up. I am a woman.”

That was the end of our exchange that day but my mind would often return to the exchange and the images. I masturbated a few times to the tribute to my ass and my mind would wonder about his reaction if I showed more of my body but I did not message him for anything further.

I visited the page on a few occasions and I would finger myself as I watched the various uncut Hindu cocks. But I would always return to the pictures of the stranger. He had not posted anything since and this added to my curiosity. I would visit his account to monitor his activity and see if he posted anything else.

A few weeks later I received a dm from him once more. It was out of the blue and took me by surprise.

“Hey, I am horny. Are you horny? Do you want to role play? You can pretend to be a Pakistani ‘woman’ and I will be the uncut Hindu lund ready to fuck you.”

He was trying to press my buttons but it was fun and in a way that I had never really been teased by a man before and this added to my curiosity.

“What is the scenario?”

I replied wondering if he liked a challenge. There was a part of me that liked to be teased and played with.

“I am your Hindu boss and you are my Muslim sexretary.”

He replied and I replied with a yawn emoji. It was so cliché and I was already bored. I wondered if we were on the same page when it came to fantasies and kinks.

“You are out with some friends. They are all white and you are the only brown one. Your friends are hot skinny bitches. You always feel insecure going out with them. It is getting late. You want to get home to finger yourself to some uncut Hindu lund but they persuade you to stay out and join them at the club. You don’t drink but feel pressured to go with them. I am eyeing you from across the bar but you don’t notice me.”

I felt chills on my arms at this scenario as it had some dark potential and this appealed to me.

“I don’t usually drink and you can sense this. I don’t notice as you pay the bartender to swap my coke for a Bacardi and coke. I take a sip and it is bitter but I ignore the aftertaste and put it down to the type of coke they have rather anything more sinister. You are keeping an eye on me and waiting for your opportunity.”

I want to make intentions clear about my darker fantasies and try to lead him this way. He begins typing straightaway and I can sense I have his focused attention.

“You are swaying more as you sip on your third glass. The alcohol is taking effect on your body and mind. You are not a dancer by nature but you are swaying more freely and moving closer to the dance floor. Your hips are gyrating more freely and I picture you riding my fat cock with those swaying hips. Your friends begin to be picked off as men approach them. They give you that sympathetic look but are unable to resist going off with the men. I notice you are more alone and make my move as you leave your drink and move further on to the dance floor. With the circle of friends no longer guarding you I can smell blood.”

The way he used the word guarding gave me a dark tingly sensation. That feeling of being vulnerable to his eyes as he hunts me like prey is more obvious to me.

“You move up close behind me and just sway with me. I don’t initially notice you as you rub your cock against my ass. You come up closer and inhale my scent through my hair. I become more aware of you and in my drunken state press back against your hard cock. Even through your jeans I can feel the large uncut Hindu lund press against my fat ass and this makes me sigh. Your hands are on my hips as you grind against my fat ass. Your hands begin to slowly pull up my skirt. You move it up inch by inch as you work to get in my panties. I protest though like the good little Pakistani girl I am and I move away to your disappointment.”

I was revealing a little too much of my dark inner desires and he seemed to be reading my mind.

“You want to be a good little Pakistani girl but that slut inside you is hard to hide. You move back to the bar in your own little comfort zone. Away from predators like me. I nod to the bartender to keep plying you with alcohol. Your inhibitions are being lowered and you will soon be at my mercy.”

‘At his mercy.’ The phrase conjured dark and horny thoughts in my mind as I began to wonder what he would do if I was at his mercy.

“My friends have all disappeared with various men and you see an opening. I step away from the bar in a quieter part of the club. You come up to me as I am stood with my back to the wall. You are bold sensing my weak state. You close the distance between us and press your body against mine. Your breath is hot and heavy against my neck. Your hands on the wall either side of me. Trapping me. I look away out of shyness having never been approached by a man so directly before. ‘Should a good little Pakistani girl like you be drinking?’ You whisper in my ear. ‘I d-d-don’t drink.’ I stutter back in my drunken state. Your hands caress my hips. You like my wide birthing hips. Your hands gently pull up the hem of my skirt as you caress my legs under my skirt. ‘I can smell alcohol on your breath. But what will I smell if I sniff your panties.’ You whisper in my ear.”

I can imagine his cock being rock hard at the last sentence and it makes my pussy just that little more wet. He pauses for a moment and seems to be in thought.

“My hands raise your skirt higher until my cock is pressed against your wet panties. I unzip myself and pull out my cock. Rubbing it against your wet panties. ‘Don’t,’ you whisper but you are unable to resist. Even in this open place you want me to take your horny cunt.”

I am unable to take it anymore and my body is yearning from this fantasy.

“Can you voice call?”

I ask as I need him to tell me these things over the phone. My body is in desperate heat and I am unable to wait for his replies.

“It will kill the fantasy if I can hear you are a man.”

I was not in the mood for this game. I was too horny.

I messaged him my number and said, “Just call me.”

It did not take long for the phone to ring. I answered it on the first ring as my need was too desperate.

We were both just breathing heavily on the phone.

“So you are a man?” He finally asked.

“Stop it. I am a woman. Do you believe me now?” I said in a whisper afraid of waking my parents.

“Why are you whispering?” He asked.

“I live at home with my parents. They will kill me if they knew,” I replied.

“That you are talking to a Hindu with an uncut Hindu lund that will be fucking your Muslim choot very soon?” He replied.

“You wish,” I replied with a giggle.

“What happens next? Is that not why you wanted to call?” He asks.

“You are pressing against my wet panties through my thick black pantyhose with your hard cock but I push you away. The guilt of my upbringing kicking in and I am unable to take it too far. You put your cock away and I head to the dance floor. Fixing my skirt back down,” I reply.

“What state are your panties now?” He asks.

“Too wet to wear. How hard is your cock?” I ask.

“Engorged and ready to burst. Why don’t you put it beyond doubt that you are a girl?” He asks.

“How do I do that?” I ask.

“Show me something a man does not have,” he replies.

“What could that be?” I asked teasingly.

“Well, it depends on how big your tits are,” he replies.

“They are pretty big. Why don’t I send you a picture so you get a good idea?” I reply.

“Yes! Yes! Go on then,” he says gleefully which makes me giggle.

I snap a picture of my bra with the size 38F showing on it.

“What did you think?” I asked with a giggle.

“Now I want to see those Pakistani tits so I can cover them with my hot and heavy Hindu cum,” he whispered aggressively.

“What will you do with them? I am sucking on my two fingers. Getting them wet to rub around my nipples,” I reply as I feel an intense arousal.

“You stupid slut. You should be sucking on my fat Hindu cock. Taking it deep down your Mulli throat. Gagging on this fat cock. What I will do to your tits? I am going to slap them until they turn red. You are a cum bucket that I will use and abuse as I see fit,” he said in a menacing turn. The menacing turn in his words only increased my arousal.

My fingers were lightly slapping my breast and my other hand was rubbing my clit as I cradled the phone between my head and neck.

“Yes. Abuse me. Use me as the cum dumpster I am, more” I begged him and I reveal my perverted fantasies to him. He is beginning to see what a slut I am. I had turned over on my stomach and humped my hand as it was held in place by the bed as my other hand roughly pinched and pulled on my nipple.

My moans were becoming a little too loud for comfort and I was afraid that my parents would overhear.

“I am going to throat fuck you until you are gagging, saliva dripping down your face, tears streaming down your face. I will slap your face as I ram my cock down your throat,” he says.

My pussy begins to spasm and squirts as I am getting ever closer to a powerful orgasm. Squirting is something I have never experienced before despite my almost nightly masturbations sessions.

“Treat me like your cum bucket. Cum all over my face and hair,” I moan.

“That will be too soon for a slutty cunt like you. No. No. No. I will fuck your ass raw first and then make you lick my cock as it stinks of your shit. You are going to love it or I will slap your slave face.” It is the first time he uses the term slave and I wonder what I am opening myself up to.

But there is a desperate need within me that only arouses me further.

“Fuck! I am so close!” I moan quietly.

“Cum for your Master!” He whispers in my ear and I unleash my most ever powerful orgasm as I squirt and spasm. A combination of this sex talk and touching myself to another man had made arousal so strong.

It was intended to be a one off and I regretted giving my number out. I knew the dangers of people on the internet and I had been cautious all of my life but he had broken through my guard as he caught me at a weak point.

I didn’t block him or delete his number as I should have done. In fact I saved his number under a female name so that if anyone looked at my phone his number would not stand out. We were strangers to each other and I told myself that as long as I never told him my real name or anything personal there would be no harm to me in real life.

After that night I put the events behind me and moved on with my life. The powerful orgasm reset my horny state and I was able to think more clearly.

I focused on my work and family as I tried to get ahead of things. I tried to avoid the habit of masturbating but I could not help myself and I would visit the page and watch the various Hindu cocks when I was horny. I liked to climax watching my own cum tribute and it always took me to my orgasm.

My own life had an interesting turn and my parents told me about a Pakistani man looking for a wife. He was a doctor and a devout Muslim. Religion and professional status was important to me and my parents when looking for a marriage but I was not having much luck in my search so far so this was a god send.

He was nearing 40 and had waited for as long as possible before marriage.

The first time I met him he was charming and good looking. I was surprised he was interested in me as I had not ever had attention from men in real life and he was out of my league. He paid me compliments and gave me constant attention. I felt butterflies in my stomach and I sensed I was already in love with him. The Hindu lund was at the back of my mind now as I thought about my future with this man.

Dates were set and within 3 months a marriage was arranged. His parents did not want a long engagement and I was lost in the buzz of the wedding. Shopping, planning, make up, travelling. I was rushed off my feet until the wedding day.

The wedding was everything I imagined and I felt like a princess. I eagerly awaited my wedding night and I had bought white corset lingerie set with a thong. I wanted to be truly ravaged by this man.

It was a late finish to the wedding and we arrived at our hotel bedroom after midnight. It had been a long draining day of a wedding. I went to the bathroom to change into the lingerie.

I struggled with the corset due to my size but I managed to squeeze in. My breasts were pushed up and looked more buxom than usual and the sag that was there was not visible. My thong was barely there and the white stockings gave me a sexy look. Only the top of my thong was visible from the back and my mound was clearly visible from the front.

I snapped a picture from the front and back just so I had an idea of what I looked like as there was no mirror in the bathroom and I was pleased with my efforts.

By the time I was out of the bathroom I walked in front of the bed and waited for my husband’s approval but he was snoring.

I was frozen there for a moment unsure what had happened and what to do next. The night had been built up so much in my head and I was excited to finally begin my sexual journey but this cut deep. I got into bed and tried to rouse him awake but he turned away from me to sleep. It had been a long day and I was in love with this man so I let my feelings subside.

I climbed into bed beside him and turned away as I felt tears cascade down my cheek. Eventually I fell asleep as I thought about the morning being the first day of my married life.

In the morning I woke up to room service. My husband was awake and he was talking to the hotel staff as they delivered food. I cowered under the covers desperate not to be seen in my lingerie.

My husband brought in the breakfast and placed it on the table.

He turned to the bed and noticed I was awake, “Hey. You looked so beautiful and peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you. I ordered room service so we could relax here this morning.”

His words were sweet and he had a way of making me smile.

He got into the bed next to me and kissed me on the lips. It was my first real kiss. It wasn’t passionate or sexual but it felt nice.

“You look simply stunning but there is something that I need to tell you,” his words seem ominous.

I just nod my head and indicate for him to continue. There is a nervous tension within me.

“I have had a problem for many years and well it was the main reason I held off on marriage for so long. I have a psychological problem. I am in love with you and I will treat you like a princess but I can’t do anything about this problem,” he is in tears and I cannot help but embrace him.

“You can tell me. I am your wife now,” I try to soothe him.

“I cannot obtain an erection. No matter how much I want to, it is just not possible. I am trying to resolve it and one day I will,” he says.

“Have you tried Viagra?” I ask and instantly feel stupid. “It is not physical. It is psychological. My therapist thinks there is a trauma or some issue I need to unlock.”

There was a lot of coded language that I did not fully understand. At the time I was naive and frankly, in love so I did not question what I was being told. I did not fully understand it. I just felt I had to support him.

It was a whirlwind relationship but I felt trapped in a sexless marriage and sex was one thing I really looked forward to.

My husband was kind and doting but the lack of sex was a problem for me. It was something I had desired for the longest time.

After 6 months of marriage these worries began to grow as my mother in law and my own mother began to question why I was not pregnant. I could not betray my husband’s confidence and tell her the exact reasons. It felt like they thought I was to blame and my mother in law would hint that I need to exercise and be more healthy.

My frustrations would boil over and I would end up resenting my husband for his problems.

I had a conference coming up in Las Vegas. It was a short two day conference but it meant flying out. My husband was supportive and encouraged my career so I flew out alone for the conference.

I never liked Las Vegas much as a city and I was pretty much holed up in my hotel room or the conference room. It was pretty lonely and on the second night my thoughts went back to the pages I visited and the stranger I talked to.

I had not messaged him and he had not messaged me since that last night. I began writing a message. I had started writing, “Hey” but it felt like a bad idea and I thought I should delete it. I went to press the delete button but for some reason delete and send are next to each other on my phone and my fat thumb pressed send.

“Are you feeling horny?” The reply was immediate.

“Yes. Are you?” I was unable to stop this train that was in motion.

“How can I not be when I am talking such a sexy bitch,” he replies.

“Bitch? Is that a way to greet someone?” I ask.

“Well I have every intention in putting you on all fours and giving you my Hindu lund,” he replies.

“Shall we play?” I ask.

“I have hired your firm to deal with a dispute I am having with some partners. I was in the office earlier and you are working in my team of lawyers. You are one of the junior members. I find you sexy in your pant suit. Your ass and body straining against the strict confines. After the meeting I am left with you to sign some papers. Everything seems in order and I am sent on my way. Only you have forgotten to get a document signed. It was left on your desk and you had so many documents to get completed. So you call me and ask me to come back. I sound irritable and you agree to meet me at my home. When you arrive I invite you in and offer you a drink. I let you believe it is tea but I have mixed in some vodka.”

I am lost in thought and swallow at his description. I begin typing but stop and delete it. The description of a lawyer was too close to the truth and the way I dressed. Most men fantasize about women in skirts but he had selected a pantsuit for me which I wore in real life.

My rule was that this would be anonymous but if I changed this scenario he would know he hit close to the truth. So I played along.

“You know that as a Muslim I don’t drink and cannot take the effects of alcohol. I take a sip as I am nervous. I have made a mistake and I am worried about being in trouble. I hand you the documents to sign and you murmur and contemplate unnecessarily as it makes me more tense. I finish my cup due to the tension. You fill up my cup with the ‘tea’ once more. As you look over the documents your hand idly rests against my leg and you rub my leg.”

There was an extra layer of excitement as I tried to imagine this being a real life scenario.

“I can sense you are virginal as you push my hand away but I can feel the heat from your cunt. I picture you in some lingerie under that stiff business suit. The lingerie struggling to contain your mammoth tits as they spill over the cups. Fuck! My big fat Hindu lund twitches in my pants as I imagine slapping your tits with my cock. I am persistent and move my hand higher up your leg as my fingers make brief contact with your mound. You take a deep breath at this contact and the heat is increasing.”

The way he talks about my lingerie takes me back to my wedding night and I want to heighten the experience between us. I crop the picture of my wedding night lingerie so that my face is cut out. My heart is beating like crazy as I send him the pictures. As soon as I hit send I am filled with a mix of anxiety and dread.

“I have sent you something to give you an idea of what you would see under my business suit. There is a heat and moistness caused by your touching. The alcohol is taking affect and I am feeling lusty. I am less resistant to your touching and there is a predator instinct about you. Your hand has opened my pants and you are rubbing me through my panties. The moisture has soaked through and coated your fingers. I pull your hand out and push you away. You smell your fingers revealing my own arousal to myself.”

I have soaked my panties as we exchange messages. My hand is toying with my clit over my panties. Gently rubbing and flicking my clit. There is a growing urge to want to talk to him.

“Wow!!! What a picture!!! Fuck! I need to ravage you now! Can I call or are your parents around?” He asks. The compliment is what I need. He follows it up with a picture of his hard uncut cock juicy with precum.

“Call me,” I reply simply.

Within a few seconds my phone lights up for an incoming call.

“You sexy bitch! I need to bend you over and fuck your cunt silly!” He says before I can answer. There is no awkward hello. He straight away tells me how he wants me.

“Your cock is not that bad either! Did I make it that hard?” I ask in a joking manner but actually I am seeking validation.

“Of course it did! You sexy bitch! Your tits are driving me crazy. Fuck and that ass. I just want to fucking eat it,” he says.

“Hmm. Would love to feel your tongue there,” I reply.

“A bit loud tonight? Are you not worried about your parents?” He asks and it makes me giggle involuntarily.

“No. I am married now. So I have my own place,” I say revealing too much of my own life.

“Where is your husband?” He asks inquisitively.

“I am away on a conference,” I reply without thinking. I had to stop this. I was giving away too much about myself.

“You certainly looked virginal in the pictures. Slutty virgin. Fuck! If I was in your room now I would ravage that body. The ass that makes thongs disappear,” he says.

“Look at my picture and tell me what you would do to me on my wedding night?” I ask.

“I would grab you by the back of your hair and pull you into me. Your body slamming against mine. Your lips meet mine and we share a passionate kiss. My lips meeting yours. My tongue passing your lips and meeting your tongue. I want to explore the depths of your body. You rub your pussy up and down against my hard naked uncut cock. Even through your thong you can feel how virile and hard my cock is.” His voice is sending shivers down my body. I move knees up to let me slide my panties down. I am now stroking my juicy pussy lips. He has me so wet.

“Ya Allah! What will you do next?” I ask as my body has a tingly and excited sensation through it. I roll over on my belly as I cradle the phone between my head and pillow. Both of my hands are free to use on my body. I roughly play with my breasts. Twisting and pulling on my nipples before gently slapping my breasts. My other hand is between my legs and I am toying with my clit. I feel my body getting close and that orgasm building stronger than ever before.

“I push you down by your shoulders until you are on your knees. I slap my dick across your face on each cheek. You know what you must do and you tenderly lick my cock. Swirling your tongue on the underside of my cock which makes me shiver at the sensitive touch. You are enjoying teasing me but I want to abuse you. You tentatively take my cock into your mouth. You are worried about how much you can take. I take control and ram it the rest of the way down your throat. I throat fuck you with repeated thrusts down your throat as you try to keep up by massaging my balls and stroking my cock. I can feel myself getting close but I have no intention of cumming down your throat. I pull out and you gasp for air as you hold your painful throat. ‘Take those titties out.’ I order you and you comply like the obedient submissive slut you are. You look up at me waiting for my instructions. I spit between your cleavage and you know what I want. You wrap your tits around my fat dick as I thrust between your titties.”

I am so close now and I am not content with the talk. I need something more tonight.

“Are you close? I want to see your Hindu lund cum,” I ask.

“Video call me,” he replies.

I am so horny and so on edge that I want this as much as him. We disconnect the call and then I call him on video. I have no intention of switching on my camera and ensure it is off when he answers.

The video is of his fat juicy wet cock in the middle of the screen.

“Ohhhhhhh! Fuck! Nice,” I let out an involuntarily moan.

“Show me your fat tits!” He asks.

“I can’t! Stroke it faster! I want to watch you cum!” I ask.

“I want to cum on your tits. I want to cream them with my Hindu cum! Show me those fucking tits!” He was getting demanding and I was beginning to feel a need to obey his commands. His stroking had picked up pace and my own rubbing of my clit was matching him.

“You want to cum on my tits? You want to see my fat tits?” I ask in my horny state.

“Yes, you stupid Mulli cunt! Show me those fucking tits!” He demands again.

My resolve is weakening and that need to watch him cum is overpowering. I give in. I turn on my camera and point it at my tits.

“Slap those fat monstrous titties you stupid cunt!” He orders and I comply slapping them.

“Harder you stupid bitch!” I slap them harder.

“I said fucking harder you dumb cunt!” Again I slap them harder and I wince at the pain. The pain causes my arousal to be even stronger.

I am edging myself as I am so close to cumming. I need to cum so desperately but hold off until I see him cum.

“Holy Krishna!” He grunts as he thrusts up and his cum comes flying out.

“Ya Allahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I moan as my body convulses in a powerful orgasm dropping my phone.

My body shook and convulsed for a few minutes as I came down from my orgasm. It took me a few minutes to gain my senses and realize what had happened. Luckily my camera was facing down on the bed and I hoped my secrecy was not compromised.

I did not talk to the stranger again after that risky night and went back to my life. My husband was good to me and I had no complaints but for the inability to have sex. This caused many problems outside of our sex life. Our parents would always press us about children but I could never betray my husband.

It was a year into my marriage and my husband suggested we try IVF. We did our tests and were found to be fit and healthy and ideal. I had some reservations about this. The main one being that I did not want to conceive a child without having sex first. I was not into the idea of an immaculate birth.

I was ultimately persuaded that this was our only option.

I had a conference in New York and it gave me some time to think. The conference was a dull affair as they usually are but it was important for networking and keeping abreast of developments in the sector.

It was confined to my room most evenings and I was feeling lonely. The second day of the conference I was sat near the front. I always liked to get a seat near the front. An Indian man took the seat next to me. He was shorter than my 5’6″. He seemed to be late forties or early fifties. It was not anything unusual but we were the only brown people in the building so it made me think were they grouping us together. I was wearing a silk blue hijab as well as my pantsuit.

The lectures started and I took notes on the latest developments in the sector. The man’s arm would brush up against my leg from time to time. I ignored it as it seemed inadvertent and the chairs were tightly packed in.

I had turned with my back to him as I paid attention to the speaker and that was when I felt his hand touch my ass. It was a firmer touch and I would certainly classify it as a grope.

I turned back around and gave him a dismissive look as a warning.

I then heard my phone beep. I had forgotten to turn it on silent and there were some murmurings in the audience about the rudeness.

I picked it up to turn it off when I saw a notification from the stranger. It was a video. I covered my phone with my hand and played the video on mute.

I felt an anxiety rise up inside of me. The video started with a picture of me in the lingerie and then a picture from the video call. Then there were our fantasy messages and then came the reveal. He had a picture of my profile from my firm’s website, then my Facebook and then my friends and husband.

The ground had shifted underneath me and I had a sinking desperate feeling. What was the meaning of this?

Then he sent a picture of the back of my head from a few rows behind. I looked back but I did not know what I was looking for.

I wanted to scream at him. What was he doing?

“Come to room 505 after the conference,” his last message. My hands were shaking and I was unable to think of what to do.

I stayed but I was unable to pay attention as my mind was everywhere else but here. What would it mean if he exposed me? My family would disown me. I would be divorced. The shame was unimaginable.

I stayed until the end wanting to put this confrontation off until the last minute. The hall had mostly petered out and even the groper next to me had left.

I finally found the courage to leave for room 505. My mind working on what I would say. Of course I was going to give him a piece of my mind. Who did he think he was?

I went up to the fifth floor. The nerves were hitting me hard and I was unsure how I would be able to face this stranger. My legs were like jelly and my hands were shaking. My breathing was erratic as the elevator finally stopped on the fifth floor.

I took a few deep breaths before I stepped out of the elevator. My legs were still shaky but I was trying to resolve myself.

I made the short walk to room 505 and waited outside nervously unsure whether I should knock or just leave. I had to face this or I would regret it for the rest of my life. There was a dark part of me that sensed what he wanted from this and I would be more than willing to give it to him.

I finally built up the courage to knock on the door but just as my hand was about to knock on the door it opened. It dawned on me that he had been watching me. He was toying with me. He enjoyed this torment I was feeling.

The door was opened to the Indian man who had groped me during the conference.

“It is you,” I mouthed more to myself than an actual conscious thought.

He did not utter a word and moved to the side to allow me in. I unsteadily walked forward past him. I heard the door close behind me and all of a sudden I felt myself pinned against the wall as I felt his firm hands on my thick thighs tracing my body up over my ass and hips. I was frozen unsure of what to do.

He buried his face in my neck and began planting deep kisses between my neck and shoulder. He was able to find the gaps between my hijab and flesh. He began to kiss my face as I turned my face away out of instinct not wanting to kiss him.

I sighed and swallowed involuntarily at his attention on my body. His hands opened my suit jacket and firmly squeezed my breasts through my blouse. A moan escaped my lips and my breathing was becoming heavier.

He kissed up my neck and then my cheek. I desired to be kissed by a passionate man and I was unable to resist as our lips met.

Our kiss was deep and passionate our tongues intertwining. His hands moved to my pants and he unbuttoned them and then I felt his hand immediately go inside my panties.

My eyes went wide with shock at his brazenness. My virginity was still intact and I had a deep fear of losing it.

I pushed him off. “Stop! I can’t do this!” I say and to my surprise he stops without a fight. I button up my pants and I catch him sniffing his fingers as he gives me a sleazy wink. My aroused state is evident on his fingers.

“Can we talk?” I ask.

There is a small sofa in the room and he invites to take a seat next to him. I feel uncomfortable about being so close to him but I sit next to him. I am feeling hot and bothered and the hijab is feeling more suffocating than ever before.

“What is the meaning of this?” I ask trying to calm my fraying nerves.

His arm reaches around my waist. I don’t want to anger him as he has a lot of power over me. He gently rubs his hand up and down against the side of my hip.

He again leans in for a kiss and I cannot help but kiss him back. It feels so good being desired in this way. His hands automatically go to my breasts. He presses and squeezes my breasts through my blouse as his tongue fights with my own. He moves one hand lower and undoes my pants. His hand moves over my panties and rubs my mound. My breathing is heavier and I am swallowing his tongue as we kiss deeper.

He pulls my head back by grabbing my hijab in a fist and snapping my head back. My hijab tears and exposes some of my hair as it chokes me.

He is igniting a fire that cannot be tamed within me but I also crave answers and find the courage to pull him off me.

“Please I need answers,” I say as try to regulate my breathing.

“Fine. You can ask a question. But for every answer you must take off a piece of clothing.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I have been obsessed with you since the first time we spoke. I did what I had to do to be alone with you. Now it is your turn to take off an item of clothing,” he said as he eyed my body.

I slid off my high heeled shoes.

“Ok. So you have no intention to show the pictures to anyone?” I asked.

“No. As long as you play ball. What item are you picking next?” He said and that threat was still there. As long as I played along my perverted secret was safe. I slipped out of my suit jacket. It was all pretty safe until now.

“How were you able to find out about me from my Reddit profile?” I asked genuinely curious.

Your Reddit profile was enough to narrow down you were Muslim/Pakistani and the state you lived in. That helped narrow it down but it was still a needle in a haystack. Now it is getting interesting. I can’t wait to see those big titties,” he replied and I felt I let him get away with an easy answer.

“Not just yet you will not,” I replied as I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. I turned around bending over and showing him my fat ass as I can imagine his eyes on me.

“So how did you find me?” I asked genuinely curious.

“It was once I got your number and things stepped up. I ran a check on the number but it was registered to man. I presumed your father. What comes off now? Titties?” He replies. There is now an arousing game being played between us and I am enjoying the slow reveal of my body to his hungry eyes.

I slowly unbutton my blouse as I watch him look at me hungrily. I only wish I wore something sexier underneath. My breasts are spilling out of my bra as he watches me hungrily and mouths, “So goddamn sexy.” I can see he is restraining himself.

“You haven’t answered how you found me though? Also this game is rather unfair. I am in just my underwear,” I complain.

He slows strips off his clothes and he is not in bad shape for his age but he does carry some weight around his belly. He leaves his boxers on which are sporting a wet spot.

“But then I used the number to search on Facebook and then the real revelations came. I was able to find your profile as it was linked to the number and I sent you a request but you only seemed to add people you knew in real life. Very smart. I found your employer. Your work profile. The last time you revealed you were at a conference and well it made it easier to track your movements and where you would be,” he said with a dark smirk.

My breathing was shallow as I processed it all. He gave me a look that asked what will you take off next?

I unhooked my heavy duty bra from the back and let my large tits hang down.

“Holy Krishna!” He said and it made me giggle at his excitement.

“So you like?” I asked.

“Yes. Very much,” he said and he pulled me against him. Our bodies slapping together.

I was nervous and there was a fight inside of me. I knew this was wrong. The manipulation and blackmail made me sick but there was a dark desire inside of me that wanted to be fucked and fucked hard.

He kissed me again. His arms around me freely groping my ass.

His fingers slide inside of my panties and he spreads my cheeks. His finger slipping into the crevice between my cheeks. I move his hands away from my ass not liking his touching. He acquiesces and it helps me feel in control. His hands move up the side of my hips as our kiss continues.

He takes a firm grasp of my breasts and squeezes them hard. I can feel him groan in my mouth. He is aggressive in a way I have never been with my breasts. He is pinching and rolling my nipples that makes me feel a sense of ecstasy between the pain and pleasure.

He then gently slaps my breast almost testing my reaction. I moan into his mouth and grind against him. He can sense I am a pain slut even if I don’t know it yet.

He slaps my breast harder and I almost bite his tongue due to the pain.

He slaps my breasts even harder repeatedly and I feel myself go weak at the knees and shake as I feel a violent orgasm rip through my body.

I am leaning against him and helps me to the bed.

“Can we sit and talk I ask?” But instead he begins to kiss my breasts and heave them up with his hands squeezing them. I am heavy lidded from my orgasm and unable to resist this attention on my body.

I throw my head back and let out soft moans at his now gentle attention. He gently sucked and nibbled on my breasts. I ran fingers through his balding hair as I felt his attention on my body. I could not resist and reached out to feel his hard cock through his underwear. Just the idea of a hard cock had me so wet and hungry.

I slid my hand inside his underwear and stroked his fat cock as he sucked on my fat nipple.

“Take off your underwear,” I asked. He looked up at me with a devilish grin. He knew he had broken me.

He got up and stripped out of his boxers. I sighed at the sight of his fat juicy cock.

He grabbed some oil and oiled up my tits. He then sat astride me and slowly rubbed his cock up and down between my tits.

“Squeeze your fat tits together. I want to fuck them,” he demanded.

I did as ordered and he slowly slid his cock up and down my tight tits. He would push his cock all the way up to my lips as he devoured me.

“Stop staring at it and lick it you stupid Muslim cunt!” He said and the abusive words only made me want to obey him more.

He thrust harder slapping the head against my chin and I licked it each time.

“Cum for me! Cum on my tits!” I moaned as he began to slap my tits once more. They were going red with the abuse he was giving out.

I don’t know why but the slaps on my breasts were turning me on and I squirmed squeezing my legs together as I needed more pressure on my clit.

He began to choke me as he slapped my breast and it drove me over the edge bringing me to a powerful orgasm. My body shook and thrashed but he was pinning me down with his weight. I went limp as he moved down my body and began to remove my panties.

My body was exhausted from two powerful orgasms and I did not have much fight in me. He climbed on top of me between my legs and was able to easily spread my legs wide for him.

His fat uncut Hindu lund was at my entrance as he rubbed it up and down against the slick walls of my pussy.

“No! Don’t do it!” I screamed as I felt him open my lips with his hard cock.

He wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes gently.

“Are you sure? Your cunt is awfully wet for you to be acting so prudish,” he says menacingly.

His head partially squeezes past my pussy lips and my pussy begins to suck him in.

“Please. I am still a virgin,” I finally confess hoping it will make him reconsider.

But it makes him push a little harder and his head passes my lips entering my wet and inviting pussy. My vagina walls contract and expand as they react to this invading monster.

My eyes go wide and I gasp at the intrusion. The pressure on my neck is gently increasing. I am still able to breathe but he is in control of me.

I then feel hit my hymen, “Ow.” I complain. He seems to enjoy this and hits it again. Enjoying causing me pain but not breaking the hymen.

He squeezes harder cutting off my airway and I panic and grab his arm but this makes him hold it longer than he may have done otherwise.

He releases the grip and lets me breathe.

“Behave little cunt!” He tells me as he pushes harder against my hymen.

“Ya Allah!” I mutter as I try to fight my inner desires.

He then thrusts hard ripping apart my hymen. I feel a dull painful ache in my body and a tear rolls down my face as I bear this painful entry into my vagina.

He keeps himself buried deep inside of me as I pull his hair and dig my nails into his back to cope with the pain.

It is the most painful thing I have experienced but not in a breaking leg type of way. This pain was different.

He moved in and out of me slowly and a different more powerful sensation began to build inside of me.

“Ohhhhhhhh” I moaned in a guttural manner as his cock left my vagina and then thrust hard all the way to the hilt.

He began to pick up a pace and I wrapped my thick thighs around him.

“Yaaaaaaaa Allllllaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Harderrrrrrrr!” I moaned.

“You want this Hindu lund you dirty Mulli bitch!” He grunted as he fucked me harder.

“Give it to me you dirty Hindu bastard. Fuck me. Fuck this Mulli cunt!” I moaned.

He was fucking me so hard the bed was banging against the wall and the room was shaking. Our moans reverberated around the room. He slapped my face as he choked me.

“OHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYY ALLLLLLLLAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” I let out an almighty howl as another orgasm ripped through me.

He turned me around me and began to fuck me from behind in doggy. My body was limp and I was unable to move as he fucked me like a bitch. Then I felt him spread my cheeks once more. I tried to stop him as he teased my asshole but I was too weak and exhausted.

He spat in my asshole and then I felt his cock against my puckered asshole.

“Noo…pleasssssssseeeeee…not therrrrrre…please I beggggggg….!!” I screamed but no sound came out as I felt him push inch after inch of his cock in to my virginal asshole. I had begged him to fuck me harder and make me cry, and he was doing that as an excruciating amount of pain shot through my whole body as I felt my asshole being ripped apart. When I said those things earlier I didn’t mean my asshole. I tried to wriggle free, I gripped the bed sheets, trying to pull myself up the bed and off his cock. But I was just in so much shock that I couldn’t muster the energy to do it.

“Oh my fucking god that’s a tight fucking ass,” he moaned, “Why the fuck didn’t I fuck this hole the first time. It’s way better than your cunt.. much tighter.. dirtier.. sexier.. oh I’m going to tear this ass apart!” He growled in my ear and ran his tongue across the side of my face. “Let’s see how much you can take, you fucking mulli bitch!” He didn’t care about my pleas and thrust hard into my asshole. Taking all three of virginities in one night. He was grunting as he forced his fat cock into my virginal asshole. He sounded more like an animal than a human.

“MERIII GHAANDDDDDDD!!! RIPPING..RIPPING MY..ASS…HOLE….OH..ALLAH……GONNA…COME….DADDYYY!!!!” I screamed out loud once I got over the shock of my ass being penetrated. My asshole tried to resist, tried to keep this demon out, and like everything else the older hairy Hindu man he had just claimed my virginal ass. I had tears streaming down her eyes, I was in severe pain, as I felt the walls of my tight asshole expanding with each brutal thrust. The sound of him smashing in to my asshole was sickening, never in a million years had I ever imagined that my asshole would be fucked or used like this.

I could feel the drops of sweat fall on to my ass from his body as he grunted and fucked my ass hard. He pulled my hair back after fully taking off my hijab and the sounds of our sweaty bodies slapping together and his balls slapping against my ass reverberated around the room. He went completely feral, as I lost my mind and the pain had driven me crazy to the point that I just gave in.

“PLEASE DADDYYYY….MORE…GIVE ME… MOREEE….FUCK…MY…ASS….DADDYYYY…. OH…PLEASEEEE…I AM YOUR WHOREEE….YOUR MUSLIM SLUT….SO FUCK MY ASS HARDER DADDYYY..DON’T HOLD BACKKKK..CUMMMINGGG!!” I found myself pleading and screaming as I had an orgasm. A powerful earth-shattering orgasm that made my whole body spasm and flail around. I had never imagined she would ever experience such levels of ecstasy in her life, not even in her wildest dreams. eI couldn’t help but continue to marvel at the older Hindu mans stamina and strength as he continued to annihilate my previously virginal ass hole.

“FUCKING TAKE IT MY LITTLE MULLI SLUTTTT!! FUCKKK TAKE YOUR DADDY’S CUMMMM!!!!” I heard him growl as I felt his cock expand rapidly in my ass and felt him shoot a torrent of his seed in to my ass.

I fell asleep with him on top of me from the exertions of our fucking. My whole body was sweating and aching, especially my asshole, when he pulled his cock out of my asshole I could feel just how stretched it was now. I felt some of the cum gushing out of my asshole.

Just as be appeared seemingly out of nowhere, he disappeared like he never existed. But well fucked body and mind were proof that he existed and this was all very real. I never found out his name. He was a stranger that owned my body. I hoped this would be the end of it but it was only wishful thinking.