Chapter 17

“So, your father was an Iranian diplomat at the UN, serving the Ayatollahs and the Islamic Republic. Well, that’s certainly ... well, it all makes sense now. The hijab and such. Why was your uncle present, though, in New Jersey, of all places, and why were you? Sorry, don’t mean to be rude, especially to someone who basically swore to join me, but I just need to connect the dots here,” David Howard inquired further of Azita Najafi.

“My uncle wanted to go on a little trip to Newark ... Atlantic City, etc. He ... wanted to gamble, to be honest. He wanted to get permission from my father, who gave him some necessary diplomatic paperwork marking as some kind of liaison to placate the U.S. State Department. My ... uncle was basically on a fancy holiday, but don’t tell anyone. My ... father sent me with him ... to more or less discourage him from having ... too much fun. Something that my uncle resented, of course, and he took it out on me ever since.

“My own motive was to ... live a little myself, of course. To be frank, I wanted to get laid. I wanted to drink. I wanted to do a few of those things that are absolutely not cool with the authorities back in Iran. So, I agreed, and basically looked the other way, but my uncle still felt stifled, spied upon, restricted, and such. So, the moment that the Fireball hit New York City, killing my parents, he took charge and made my life far more ... difficult and restrictive in just enough ways that I was eager to escape.

“I think that was the point. To drive me away. If it was, it worked. He’s eager to be rid of me, which he now is, you see. He was nice in other ways, at least partly because I could charm him at least some of the time. But, yes, it was unpleasant enough, intentionally so, for me to buy my way out. So, how about it? Wanna claim me?” the sultry young Persian lady smiled in ways that made it easier for David to picture her without the hijab.

“If you’re in earnest, remove the hijab now and let me see your hair. Then we can talk,” David insisted, testing Azita’s sincerity, of course.

“Very well, then. Here it comes off,” Azita then beamed and pulled off the hijab, showing her raven tresses to the world at last.

“Excellent, now lift up your dress and bend over that bin over there,” David slowly waited for Azita to comply, which she nervously did.

“Do you want my panties now? Smell them. Aren’t they wet for you, sir? I’m soaked for you, husband,” Azita proved her point by shoving her undies in his face.

“Spread your cheeks and show me your sweet Persian ass. I want to admire the crack of it as well as the buns themselves. I want a damn good view of that bottom of yours. It’s a very voluptuous one, if you ask me. Nice and swarthy, too. I love it. Exquisite! Alright, play with your pussy while I rub your butt. Atta girl! Get ready for my cock to take you at last! This ‘marriage’ of ours is about to be consummated. Are we clear? Are you ready?” David warned Azita, who audibly moaned in response to his announcement.

Before anyone saw it, David was balls deep inside Azita from her bent position, still rubbing her tush as he drove deeper into her slippery cunt. He kept admiring her sleek, olive-skinned buttocks as he hammered her but good, something that she surely must have noticed. The harder he screwed her, the more she bit her bottom lip in response, which just turned him on even more. When Denise started licking Azita’s booty and winking up at David for approval, the Persian cutie just creamed herself right on the spot, letting them both smell her imminent sexual release. It was very hard not to cum just yet, but David held back for a little longer to ensure a second female orgasm first.

“Do it ... please! Cum in me! Breed me! I want to bear you ... many ... children!” Azita begged David to seed her and that he gladly did.

“Oh, fuck, yeah ... she was so alive, so on fire with lust ... so thirsty for it, you know. Trust me, Uncle David ... she’s all yours!” Denise told her uncle before kissing both of them on the mouth.

“He’s ... your uncle? And he fucks you? Is he ... your husband, too? Is this common in America?” Azita asked a series of rapid questions as it occurred to her that this uncle and niece were apparent lovers.

“Yes, he’s my uncle ... by marriage, not by blood. He’s married to my aunt, Andrea. Yes, he fucks me ... often. Yes, we’re lovers. No, we’re not man and wife ... officially, not yet. As you can see, we both have many partners and that’s as it should be. My aunt knows and approves of the romance, just as I know and approve of my uncle being intimate with his own wife and with you. Just as he’s fine with me having others, too. My name is Denise. Catalan for now. I hope to be Denise Howard soon enough, once we’re no longer under the bigamy laws. What do you make of all that?” Denise clarified, winning a deep tongue kiss from a very pleased Azita.

“Now ... if my uncle were like that, I’d never leave his bed, let alone his house. I’d fuck him silly. And he IS my uncle by blood, but I don’t care. He is rather handsome, strong, and intelligent. Too bad he hasn’t fucked me. Incest is ... such a turn-on for me. I just don’t know why. So, can I tag along or what? Preferably as a wife or concubine,” Azita pleaded for them to accept her and so they gladly did.

“I’m the wife, by the way. Andrea Howard. Don’t worry. I’m not bothered or threatened or anything by your passionate new love affair with my husband. Neither of us has been the most faithful spouse in the world, but we’ve been fairly happy and made it work so far. I’d be honored to call you three my sister-wives, you know. Excuse me while I clean my hubby’s dick of your hot pussy juice! Mmm ... Persian pussy is savory as well as sweet. Very delish!” Andrea introduced herself before going into full-on fellatrix mode, sucking that cock like it was going out of style.