Chapter 3

The Market

Fahima couldn’t believe that she was actually doing this. In the midst of this busy market. She was shaking, sweating underneath the abaya. She let out a soft moan, as the vibrations between her legs increased. She hoped no one would hear the soft moans emanating from her as they passed her by in this busy market.

Even if they did, thankfully Donte had allowed her to wear a niqab, which hid her face, therefore she would not be recognized if she came across anyone familiar. As this market was very popular amongst the Muslim community. She was shaken out of her inner musings as the vibrator, that was jammed deep into her cunt, began to vibrate even faster.

She could feel Donte not too far behind her. This was his idea, he had brought a vibrator that could be controlled by remote. She, at first, thought it was a sweet gesture but now she thought otherwise. When he had first mentioned that he wanted to try it out on her in public and in the busiest market in the area she wanted to say no immediately.

But she didn’t, because she realized she was too far gone. She was completely under his command. She could never refuse him, she didn’t want to. She just wanted to please him. All the previous guilt and doubts she had disappeared as Donte’s hold over her had increased. She was committed to being his lover and plaything. She could feel Donte’s eyes on her from behind and she knew that he was enjoying this.

She wanted to scream and moan out loud as the vibrator continued to increase. Her legs were shaking, she was breathing heavily she just wanted to cum desperately. That was the only thing on her mind. As she heard a ping go off on her phone indicating that she had received a message. She opened the text from Donte that simply said follow me. She looked up and noticed that he was now ahead of her. So she began to follow him as they both made it out of the hustle and bustle of the market. He walked round the corner until he came to a secluded alleyway. She hesitated for a second as she came towards the alleyway, it was the smell and general decay of it that made her pause for a second.

“Come here now!” bellowed Donte, as he saw her standing there. She immediately walked into the alleyway towards him. He smiled as she came closer and closer. He grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. He told her to lift up the abaya, she did so diligently. She saw him smile at the sight of her soaking wet cunt with the vibrator in it.

He still couldn’t believe how submissive Fahima was. She had not only obeyed his order for her to no longer wear any underwear underneath, but she also didn’t refuse when he said he was going to make her walk through a busy Market with a vibrator deep inside her. He could see how much it had turned her on.

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Liked walking through that market amongst all those people, who had no idea that you were completely naked underneath your abaya or that you had a vibrator up your cunt. I bet you were hoping that you would bump in to a friend or something. But they wouldn’t know what a black cock whore you are, the good pious Muslim wife Fahima, right?” He laughed as he took the vibrator out, it was dripping with her juice.

“Yes...” she moaned as she felt him pull it out with a plop. Everything he said was true she was extremely turned on by it all. Deep down she had hoped she would bump into one of her friends who wouldn’t recognize her due to the niqab, but none the less they wouldn’t know that they were standing next to her, a dirty sinful hijabi whore. She almost came at the thought of it.

Donte jammed three of his fingers deep inside her pussy, making her yelp in both surprise and delight. He then ripped the niqab off her face. As he planted his lips on hers, both their tongues found each other immediately intertwining in lustful delight. As he began to finger fuck her pussy faster and faster, she was already on the edge so it wasn’t long before she came. A strong powerful orgasm that shook her to the core, as her pussy gushed. It felt like an eternity before she stopped shaking.

“Taste it,” he growled as he jammed his fingers down her throat. “That’s what a cock-hungry paki bitch tastes like.” He laughed. “You like it? Do you like the taste of your own pussy?”

Fahima gagged and her eyes watered, she was completely taken by surprise, but Donte was right. She loved the taste of herself. She was addicted to it, she would taste her self every opportunity she got.

“Turn around now!” He barked at her. She was now facing the wall whilst she presented her holes to him. She heard him unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers down. She then felt his huge cock head at the entrance of her pussy. He rubbed it along her pussy slowly, teasing her.

“Please put in Master, please I need it inside me!” She moaned not being able to take the teasing any longer. Despite having an earth shattering orgasm a few minutes ago she was still horny and wanted to feel his big black cock inside her. She heard Donte laugh at her begging for his cock. And without saying a single a word he thrust his cock deep inside her.

A deep and powerful thrust that made her scream. As she felt the walls of her Muslim pussy part as his black monster penetrated her. His big black cock still caused her some pain and discomfort but she loved it nonetheless. He thrust in to her deeper and faster. Her pussy clung to his cock tightly as he pulled all the way out and back in again. The alleyway was filled with sounds of their bodies clashing. As she thrust backwards to meet him halfway.

“Fuck me Donte, I love your big cock.” She groaned as her impending orgasm grew. “FUCK! So good! So big!” She purred as he continued to slam deep into her.

“You’re so much bigger then my husband,” she groaned.

“Am I better?” He asked, laughing because he knew the answer but he loved hearing it again and again.

“Much fucking better,” she grunted.

Donte grinned from ear to ear. “You like this cock better then your husbands?” He asked enjoying the feeling of degrading her and humiliating her.

Fahima felt guilty and wished she hadn’t said it now, but it was true. “Your cock is better. I love your big cock. I love fucking your big black cock. FUCK ME PLEASE MASTER!”

Hearing her admission only made him fuck her harder and deeper. Thrusting in and out of her like a piston as her pussy tightened its grip like a viper as she had another earth shattering orgasm. She creamed all over his cock. As he continued to pound her.

“I’m gonna cum bitch, your masters going to cum!” He growled as he could feel himself get closer and closer.

“YES!! CUM MASTER!! CUM INSIDE ME!! CUM INSIDE YOUR HIJABI WHORE!” She screamed out, almost as if she was declaring to the world and to herself what she really was. That was the final straw for Donte as he blew load after load deep inside her Muslim cunt. Fahima cooed in delight as she felt him filling her up. Her pussy began to overflow as his seed began to pour out, soon as he finished he pulled his cock out. It dribbled down the back of her thighs as she pulled down her abaya.

She turned around and wrapped her arms around him as she began to kiss him passionately. Whilst she was kissing him she had something that had been bubbling inside her. Something that she knew didn’t make sense. Something that she didn’t think she could feel. It was three words, words that she never thought she would associate with Donte. She broke away from the kiss and looked Donte deep in his eyes.

“I love you!” She said looking him in the eye knowing full well that he probably didn’t. She also knew how twisted and messed up it was for her to feel this way for him. Until that moment she had only ever been in love with her husband but she had thrown that away. She was his completely in every sense of the word. It was fucked up and twisted but she couldn’t help but feel what she felt.

“I love you, too!” He replied, which shocked Fahima for a bit when she looked up at him. She saw the truth in his eyes, he did love her. Her eyes lit up as she began to kiss him again. They both knew that they couldn’t fully explain it and that nothing about their so called love for each other fit the standard definition of it but it was love nonetheless.

Cabin In the Woods

Almost a week had passed since their declaration of love for each other. Fahima felt like a giddy teenage girl with butterflies in her stomach, when she thought about it. And she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Fahima could not stop thinking about her sexual experience with Donte. She felt completely dominated by her new master and she craved for another encounter with his big black cock. Fahima and Donte had begun messaging each other. Fahima sent a picture to Donte of her rubbing her pussy. Where as Donte sent a picture of his penis and a caption saying ‘It is getting hungry.’

‘How about we go out for the weekend?’ Asked Donte.

‘Where to?’ Fahima responded.

‘We can stay in a cabin near a forest and get closer to nature. You did say that you wanted some romance. And you’ve pleased me a lot lately it’s only right I treat my lil slut.’

Fahima was delighted at the proposition and said ‘Yes.’

‘I will pick you up at 10 AM on Saturday’ said Donte.

‘That sounds great’ replied Fahima.

Fahima couldn’t stop her heart from racing it always was jumping inside her chest; she couldn’t stem the tide of happiness that was racing through her veins. Just the thought of spending the whole weekend with Donte was doing this to her. She told her husband that she was going to go out of town for the weekend to visit her cousin and that they would both be attending some Islamic lectures by a female scholar. Her husband didn’t object to it, instead he was extremely happy about it. If he knew the truth he wouldn’t be so happy or eager for me to go, she thought to herself as she gave him a peck on his forehead.

The next morning Fahima woke up early to get ready. She had packed the night before. The things she packed were just an act for her husband, she knew she would not need any under wear as Donte had banned her from wearing any when she was with him. She had also packed a couple of dresses and abaya’s. None of which she would be wearing, because Donte had told her to only bring them for show, he had other plans. Fahima spent a lot of time on her make up, she wanted to look good for Donte.

She had never put this much time into applying makeup, not even for her wedding anniversary a couple of months ago. Her husband approached as she was in front of mirror and gave her quick kiss, before telling her that he was heading out to the office early. That he was sorry he wouldn’t be able to drop her off at her cousins. But he had contacted Donte who was more than happy to drop her off.

With that he left the house as Fahima finished applying her make up. Then took a moment to take in the fact that she was putting in this much effort for a man that was not her husband and she felt no guilt about it. She then took of her underwear and put on a tight form hugging black abaya with gold embroidery on the cuffs. The abaya clung to her body like a second skin, she hoped it would highlight her ass because Donte loved playing with her back side.

Fahima looked at her phone and realised it was almost time for Donte to arrive. So she quickly looked in the mirror and got the final details of her makeup ready. Ding dong rang the bell. Fahima knew it was Donte and opened the door in joy.

“Are you ready, Fahima?” Asked Donte.

Fahima was in a fiery moody and leaned in to kiss Donte. “I have missed you Donte and I can’t wait to get to that cabin” said Fahima.

Donte had his arms around Fahima and was feeling her voluptuous ass whilst kissing her on the neck, through her gold silk hijab. Fahima was happy that Donte was in such an appreciative mood as he continued to feel her up, it made her feel good about herself to know that she could have such an effect on this sexy beast of a man.

‘Why don’t I lock up, whilst you get the car ready?” Stated Fahima, to which Donte responded with a nod. As Fahima turned around to shut the door, Donte playfully spanked Fahima’s ass, bringing a smile to her face at such brazenness right in front of her door. Fahima soon locked up the house and left in Donte’s car.

Once they were in the car Donte handed her a bag and told her to wear the clothes inside. Fahima went to the back quickly and put on the clothes as he had requested. He had bought her a pair of tight denim booty shorts and a tight grey crop top. Which exposed her mid-riff. Fahima was not used to wearing such clothes in public, but she didn’t mind as they made her feel sexy. Donte also told her not to wear the hijab.

It had been so long since Fahima had not worn a hijab in public that she felt a little self conscious about it, not because she thought it was a major sin but because of how long it had been. Donte had not been sure about how she would react to his requests out of the blue but was pleased by her willingness to fulfil his desires. Her submissiveness made his cock twitch. He wanted her to dress in western clothes during their weekend away.

The journey to the cabin took about an hour and a half. It was on the outskirts of the city, amidst a lush forest. Donte looked at the beautiful Pakistani Muslim housewife sitting next to him and he had a smirk on his face as he admired her legs and mid-riff. Fahima had noticed him looking and she blushed. She couldn’t believe how much of an effect he had on her.

Soon they had arrived at the check-in desk, where Donte asked for the keys to the Honeymoon Cabin. Which made Fahima blushed, but that did not last long. At the desk was a young blonde lady who smiled at Donte as she gave them the cabin key. This drove a bit of envy in Fahima’s heart and she wanted to keep Donte for herself. Donte noticed a slight change in Fahima’s facial expressions.

“So lets go,” said Donte to which Fahima happily nodded.

Donte’s ego was slightly raised by how Fahima had gotten jealous of the smile that the blonde receptionist had given him. Just as they were about to exit the reception area Fahima stopped Donte and pulled him in close planting her lips firmly on his. Kissing him with hunger and passion as her tongue snaked its way in to his mouth. Donte placed his hands on her ass and pulled her closer.

After what seemed like an eternity they both disengaged from their lustful kiss. Fahima looked over at the blonde receptionist and flashed her a bitchy smile. She wanted the blonde bitch to know that Donte was her man. Meanwhile Donte was enjoying this possessive side of Fahima, as he had a big wolfish grin plastered across his face. They both exited the reception area hand in hand.

Fahima and Donte had a mile to walk through the forest. As they walked they would touch and caress each other, often stopping and kissing lustfully paying no heed to people passing by. They came upon a large pond.

“How about we get in it?” Donte said.

Fahima was a bit apprehensive, she was not sure about getting naked outdoors as she was normally used to leaving the house in an abaya that covered from her neck down to her ankles. She had just gotten used to wearing these revealing clothes in public and now she was being asked to completely bare herself. Even though there were not many people around and the pond was off the main path to her it felt like she was exposing herself to the whole world.

She had no choice as Donte had already begun to strip and she could see his big biceps and sculpted abs, he looked like an ebony Adonis.

Donte then said “Hey I am sure that blonde from the reception wouldn’t mind joining me,” as he pulled off his boxers to reveal his big black snake.

Fahima was annoyed at the mention of a potential competitor for Donte’s attention and she soon obliged. She stripped of all her clothes to Donte’s delight.

“That is more like it” Donte said, as he clapped his hands taking in the sight of Fahima’s sexy little body. Fahima then held on to Donte’s cock and said

Donte smiled delighted by how aggressive and possessive she was becoming. He then kissed Fahima as she had an iron grip on his snake. Donte cupped her luscious tits and started rubbing her pussy inserting his fingers deep eliciting a loud purring moan from Fahima. He pushed her silky black hair to one side as he began to kiss her neck softly, enjoying the way her body shivered each time his lips touched her neck.

“Show me how a good Muslim housewife sucks her man’s big black cock,” Donte whispered in her ear.

“Certainly,” said Fahima with a mischievous grin on her face.

Fahima then went down on her knees and started to jerk Donte’s black monster. She was still amazed by its size and girth. She knew that she would never stop being in awe of it as she wrapped both hands around it stroking up and down as she opened her mouth ready to engulf its big bulbous head.

The thought of the white bitch had made Fahima extremely jealous and she wanted to show Donte what she could do. She knew that Donte was using the bitch to goad her but she couldn’t care less. She was determined to prove to Donte that she would be better than any woman. Fahima’s mouth was moving on and off of Donte’s cock, as she worked her head like a piston. She was kissing Donte’s foreskin and making Donte feel new levels of pleasure.

“Before you I had never slept with a man with foreskin nor had I seen a cock that had it,” stated Fahima as she came up for air. Muslim men are normally circumcised at a young age.

“To be fair, before you Fahima, I had never slept with a Pakistani woman. So we have both been having new experiences,” groaned Donte in ecstacy.

Donte then grabbed Fahima by the back of the her silky black hair as he started to vigorously face fuck Fahima with his big black cock. Fahima’s small mouth was struggling to accommodate it all, he was fucking her with more force than she was used to. Donte could feel Fahima gagging a bit so instead of going little easier on her, he began to fuck her even harder. Each time he slammed in to her his big black balls would hit her chin with immense force.

“Suck my balls, you slut!” Donte growled as he pulled her off his cock.

Fahima was extremely obedient as she lowered herself and began to suck Donte’s ball. She felt delighted that she could pleasure this large black man. Donte was delighted and rolled his head back in pleasure.

“Masters going to fuck your tits my hijabi slut,” growled Donte.

Fahima squeezed her large caramel breasts around Donte’s cock and began to move her breasts up and down on Donte’s cock. Fahima looked into Donte’s eyes and saw the pleasure she was visibly giving him. Donte’s cock began to shudder a bit, he was about to cum. Donte, without warning, pulled out his cock and placed it inside Fahima’s mouth. His cock erupted with cum and the Muslim housewife greedily swallowed up every drop of cum. Savouring the taste of his cum as he continued to growl and pump his seed down her throat.

“So what did you think of this Muslim wife’s cock sucking skills, master?” She purred as she gently kissed his softening, but still impressive large pole.

“It was great, the best I have had. Also it looks like we forgot to jump into the pond!” He exclaimed as he grabbed her by the hand and jumped in. She screamed surprised by his sudden move. Once in the water they both laughed and swam around enjoying the beauty of the environment that surrounded them.

As they got out of the water it began to rain which didn’t allow them to dry off. Fahima and Donte then ran to the cabin naked after they grabbed their clothes, which were completely wet and muddy after being placed on the forest floor for so long.

They reached the cabin and Donte opened up the door and they both were relieved to be away from the cold wet weather outside. The cabin lived up to its name of being the honeymoon cabin. It was well furnished with a big fire place giving it an air romanticism. Donte decided to go and have a hot shower. He turned on the hot shower and began to wash himself clean.

Fahima entered the bathroom and watched through the glass door enjoying his sexy dark body from afar, pinching herself to see if she was really here. Here with a sexy black man who was not muslim and more importantly not her husband. Yet she felt no remorse at that moment as she continued to admire Donte. Donte could feel her watching him as he got the soap bar calling out “Fahima why don’t you come and help me?”

Fahima smiled and gladly joined him in the shower cubicle. She used the soap on Donte’s solid black abs and biceps. Fahima enjoyed Donte’s entire package as she slowly lathered soap all over his sexy dark body, savouring the feeling. Exploring every inch of his body in great detail. She even soaped up Donte’s his shiny bald head. Finally, Fahima moved down to Donte’s cock and she spent extra time making sure that her lover’s manhood was properly cleaned. She finally bent and started soaping up Donte’s firm ass.

“Let me help clean you up as well,” said Donte and Fahima happily obliged.

She gave Donte the bar of soap. He turned her around making her ass face him as he reached around began to apply the soap on her big tits. Fahima grinded her ass up against her lover’s cock in delight as he continued to soap up her ass. Donte then rubbed soap all over Fahima’s hips as his soapy hands travelled to her generous ass and he gave it a good slap, the contact with it made loud wet thudding noise. Donte then started to clean up Fahima’s pussy, rubbing her clit and causing her to pant and coo. He used his fingers to probe her tight asshole. As she squirmed in pain and pleasure. She knew what was coming and was surprisingly looking forward to it.

Donte was getting his cock ready to plunge into Fahima’s backdoor. His cock was still soft but it was longer and thicker than her husband, Ali’s, was at its hardest.

“You want me?” whispered Donte into Fahima’s ear as he teased her ass hole with the head of his cock. Fahima quietly nodded in reply as he pushed her against the glass bending her over a little.

“Ya Allahhhh!” Panted Fahima, as she felt the tip of Donte’s black monster entering her asshole.

Donte was on cloud nine as he relished entering the tight 35 year old Pakistani housewife’s asshole, as his thick prick began to probe deeper. Donte began gently pumping in and out of Fahima’s backdoor setting an easy rhythm as Fahima continued to moan in both pain and pleasure.

Despite having her ass fucked by her master before she still wasn’t used to it and knew she never would be. Fahima felt Donte’s rhythm change as he started to steadily increase the pace of his thrusts. He was tearing her asshole apart, the Muslim housewife’s feeling of pain and pleasure increased tenfold. Donte continued his assault on Fahima’s ass and whilst simultaneously squeezing Fahima’s tits with a snake like grip. Each thrust was accompanied by a loud guttural beastly scream from the big black man.

“Oh allahhh ... Babyyyy ... fuckkk ... It ... hurtss ... but ... fuckkkkkk meee harderrr ... fuck your muslim slut harderr ... Master!” Grunted Fahima. She knew that this would have the desired effect, talking dirty made Donte fuck her harder.

She wanted it hard, as she could feel a huge orgasm building up inside her. Her words had the desired effect as he began to fuck even harder, each thrust slamming her against the glass. Each thrust also brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. She was shocked when she finally came as the force of her own orgasm made her legs buckle, she was only upright because of Donte’s cock impaled in her ass. Her vision blurred a little as she continued shake violently from her orgasm.

Donte continued to thrust away as he watched and felt his slut experience an orgasm. He himself was ready to cum and he said “It’s time for you to suck my big cock again.’ He quickly pulled hi giant prick out of Fahima’s backdoor. Fahima got down on her knees gingerly and began to munch on her favourite sausage. Donte’s cock soon burst like an overloaded dam inside Fahima’s mouth, she reacted instinctively and swallowed all of Donte’s potent juice. Fahima’s lipstick had left a red ring all over Donte’s cock. Fahima was completely drenched inside the shower from her silky black hair to her toes.

Donte just stared down at Fahima as she continued to suck his cock even though she had just drained it. He pulled it out of her mouth and rubbed it over face then slapped each of her cheeks.

“You love this black cock don’t you, my muslim slut?” asked Donte teasingly.

“Yes I do Master, I love it!” She declared as she planted a kiss on it. Donte lifted her up from the floor and they exited the bath. Once in the bedroom Fahima and Donte dried each other’s hot, wet bodies with towels.

“I think we should stay inside and stay naked for the rest of this trip, I don’t really want to explore what’s outside I’d rather stay inside and have you fuck me in every single corner of this cabin,” declared Fahima. Fahima was shocked at her own forwardness. She never thought she would ever be so forward and slutty. She knew this was all because of Donte.

Donte liked the sight of his Pakistani Muslim lover’s body and forwardness and he was more than happy to oblige. He truly did love every inch of Fahima’s body from her silky black hair to her beautiful symmetrical face. To her light brown skin and her voluptuous tits. To her hourglass figure which he knew was uncommon amongst Pakistani housewife’s in their 30’s and her generous Pakistani ass. He also loved her sweet innocent especially when that voice is screaming, moaning and talking dirty. Her big brown eyes, made her look even more innocent, watching those big eyes water up as she gagged on his cock was an absolute delight.

But on top of this he liked what she was becoming, not only had she become completely obedient and dedicated to Donte, but she was now beginning to voice her own desires. He now knew that she would go to the very limits to please him, this helped to raise Donte’s ego.

As Donte admired her body Fahima continued where she left off in the shower by devouring Donte’s body with her eyes. His body was beautifully sculpted as if Allah himself had took extra time to make him. She loved Donte’s dark black skin, the way it contrasted against her light brown skin. It made her look almost white.

His well toned abs and biceps that were almost as big as her head along with Donte’s deep booming voice, that oozed authority and power, which is why she found it difficult to disobey him. Then there was Donte’s big black cock, she was completely addicted to it. A part of her knew that she would be addicted to any black cock. But Donte’s would always be special. She would go to great lengths to secure it selfishly and entirely to herself. Donte along with his big black cock made Fahima feel extremely horny, slutty, sinful and fulfilled.

“What food did you bring?” Fahima asked Donte as they made their way to the kitchen.

Donte responded by taking some eggs out of his bag. He had also brought along with him some Bacon. He saw Fahima’s face as he put the Bacon on the kitchen table. It was mix of disgust and shock. Muslim’s were prohibited from eating pork. He knew this very well, this was another sadistic test to see how far Fahima would go for him. Fahima knew it too that he was testing her, she had been fornicating with a man who wasn’t her husband a much graver sin, than having pork bacon. This is how she rationalized the situation to herself.

“I’ll cook the bacon you can cook the eggs.” Fahima said, Donte responded simply by smiling.

The bacon and eggs were soon ready. Fahima placed some of the scrambled eggs and bacon on a plate for herself and for Donte. As she sat down and ate the bacon for the first time in her life she was pleasantly surprised by how much she liked it.