Chapter 17: First Pakistani Fuck

Emma knelt on the floor where her master had left her. She had never experienced any kind of physical punishment in her life. She was in shock! How had this happened? For a brief second she thought that maybe she should tell her mother; maybe she should stop being Abdi’s slave. But she knew that she couldn’t live without his cock. She needed to get fucked by Abdi’s Black cock. And maybe Abdi would just ignore anything that her mother might say anyway. For the first time in her life she grasped the difference between male and female. Feminists were so stupid. If a guy wanted to hurt a girl, there was nothing that the girl could do except accept the pain. She had agreed to be Abdi’s slave and there was no going back. She would be his slave forever – or at least she thought.

Why did she disobey her Master’s command and not want Mr. Tariq to fuck her? Yes, he was old and fat but so what. He was a nice man and she owed him. She wasn’t a racist. She wanted Abdi to fuck her even though he is Black and she willingly sucked the cock of his Black friend Salem. OMG! OMG! Was it because he is Pakistani? Some of the guys in school had told Paki jokes about how they smelled and mocked the way that they spoke english and she had laughed along with everyone else. She was a racist! She hadn’t wanted Mr. Tariq to fuck her because of her white privilege and her racism! She felt so ashamed.

Abdi came back downstairs. “I called Mr. Tariq and told him that you are sorry for your behavior and that you want to make amends. Put on your clothes. When Mr. Tariq comes here, I want to go to him, get on your knees, apologize for your racist behavior and beg him to fuck you!”

“Yes Master. I hope that Mr. Tariq will let me make amends to him. I hope that he still wants to fuck this slavegirl.”

Abdi chuckled inwardly. The little slut really had no idea what was happening.

They waited upstairs for Mr. Tariq to arrive. They did not talk. Emma was afraid to anger Abdi. She vowed to be a submissive slave from now on. She would only speak when spoken to and would obey all of her Master’s commands. Abdi was happy to let Emma stew in her thoughts in the aftermath of her punishment now that the true aspect of her slavery had been revealed to her.

When Mr. Tariq arrived, Emma stood up and knelt before him. “Mr. Tariq, I am so ashamed of the way that I behaved at your shop. I would like to make amends to you. Would you please fuck me Mr. Tariq. Please, Mr. Tariq, will you fuck me with your big Muslim cock.”

Abdi was impressed by the sincerity in her voice. The slut really has submitted.

“Are you sure Emma? Are you sure that a pretty white girl like you wants to be fucked by my Paki cock. Aren’t you too superior to get fucked by a Paki cock like mine?’ Masood’s anger wasn’t totally made up. Many white women in this country had made clear that they felt that they were too good for his Paki cock.

“I’m so sorry for my racism, Mr. Tariq. I’m ashamed that I was a racist. It won’t happen again. The only way that I can make amends is if you fuck me. Will you please fuck me Mr. Tariq?”

Tariq stuck out his hand. “OK Emma. I will give you a chance to make amends.” With that, he led her to the master bedroom.

Masood had left Pakistan over 30 years ago armed with his new pharmacy degree looking for opportunity. Without friends in government in Pakistan, he knew that his opportunities would be limited there. And despite racism in america, he had achieved success. He owned his own business and had been able to use the profits from this business to own several rental properties like this currently untenanted one that he was letting the boy use. But over the years, he had become increasingly dissatisfied living in godless america. The women especially enraged him flaunting their sexuality and tempting Muslim men to sin. Women in this country even thought that they were the equal of men!

When 9/11 happened, Masood, like most Muslims, silently cheered as america was punished for its godlessness. But then he had to watch over the years as americans murdered innocent Muslims all over the world. When the Iman had arrived with his proposal to weaken america from within, he enthusiastically supported the idea. And it was working! This boy had successfully enslaved this beautiful red headed infidel slut!

Masood turned and looked at the exotic slut in front of him. There weren’t any redheads in Pakistan of course. He had never fucked a red headed slut. This slut did look a lot like the porn star Alice Green except that it looked like its tits were a little bigger. And of course, its head was framed by the gorgeous, exotic red hair. “Take off your clothes Emma.”

Emma didn’t hesitate. She had learned to be obedient. While it was still strange to be stripping off her clothes in front of this old, fat, Pakistani man that she barely knew, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Then she quickly reached behind and unsnapped her bra and took it off displaying her tits. She could see Mr. Tariq staring at them. All guys seemed to be fascinated by tits. But she wasn’t being coy at all. She followed orders. She took off her shoes and socks and then quickly pulled down her shorts and panties in one motion. She stood before Mr. Tariq in her naked glory. She had to resist the impulse to cover her tits and pussy with her hands. She was a slavegirl now. Mr. Tariq had every right to see her naked body.

Masood immediately noticed the belly piercing that said SLUT. He was impressed that the boy had convinced her to accept that. “That’s a very sexy belly piercing that you have Emma. Did you beg your Master for it?”

Emma was a little angry when he said that. Her Master had ordered her to get the belly piercing. She hadn’t wanted it. But then she remembered that she had asked her Master for the piercing. And then she had paid for it by giving his friend Salem a blow job. “Yes, Mr. Tariq. I did ask my Master for the piercing. I am a slut for Muslim cock.” She felt a warmth in her stomach as she made that submissive statement.

“It looks very sexy on you.”

A few days ago, Emma would have been angry if a man had said that she was a slut but now she felt complimented. But she was confused. “Mr. Tariq, how did you know that I am Abdi’s slave girl? Did he tell you?”

Masood chuckled at that. “He didn’t have to tell me Emma. He is fucking you regularly. However, Abdikarim is a virtuous Muslim boy. He would never commit sin by fucking a virtuous girl. Therefore, it was obvious that you had submitted to him as a slave.”

Of course. She felt so stupid. Things that are obvious to Muslims were hard for a dumb american girl like her to understand. “But Mr. Tariq, I am not your slavegirl. Won’t you be committing a sin if you fuck me?”

Masood chuckled again. “It is a sin for a Muslim to fuck a virtuous girl. But you aren’t a virtuous girl. You are a slavegirl. The Holy Quran allows all Muslims to fuck all slavegirls” he bragged. “The prophet Muhammad himself, peace be upon him, fucked numerous slavegirls that he did not own.”

Emma felt so stupid. When she had submitted to Abdi, she had assumed that the only Muslim who could fuck her without committing a sin was her Master. But Abdi had never said that. And he said that she wasn’t a virtuous girl any more. But she couldn’t deny the truth of that. She had a belly piercing that said SLUT. She was confused about what he said about the prophet Muhammad. She knew that in the entire history of the world, only white americans had ever owned slaves. She was probably just too stupid to understand.

“You’re a very sexy little girl, Emma” he said as he approached her. He started fondling her body. “And you have very soft sexy skin.”

She just had ordinary girl skin. But she guessed that for guys girl skin was sexy.

“Your skin is almost pink. Is that what they call alabaster?”

She hadn’t really thought about her skin color. She had read that red heads like her had alabaster skin. “I guess that’s right Mr. Tariq. It even turns more pink when I get fucked.”

He chuckled at that. “That will give us something to check out later.”

He bent over and pressed his open mouth to her lips. She submissively opened her lips and kissed him back. Oh, his breath is terrible. But she had to ignore that.

She enthusiastically swapped tongues with this old man. He broke the kiss and started fondling her tits.

“These are nice tits. They are nice and firm.” His wife’s tits had gone saggy a long time ago. He couldn’t remember how firm teenage tits felt.

“I hope that they are big enough for you Sir.”

These american sluts all wanted big tits. Shameless. He reached behind and started fondling her ass. He felt her flinch from the pain. He looked behind her. And gently rubbed the edges of her ass. “This is a very sexy ass, Emma. But it looks like your Master had to punish you for your disobedience. It looks like he did a good job. Have you learned to always obey your Master Emma?”

“Oh yes Sir” she said sincerely. “I will always obey my Master.”

“It is good that you have learned this lesson Emma. It is said that a slavegirl only truly becomes a slavegirl after its first whipping. Now you can truly submit and enjoy the pleasure of your slavery.”

Emma was confused by that. First whipping? It? She might get whipped again? She would never disobey her Master again. And he used the term it. She was a person, a girl, not an animal. Would she truly enjoy her slavery? She knew that she had wonderful orgasms when she submitted to her Master and let him fuck her. She knew that she would obey his every command. She hoped that there would be a lot of pleasure from obedience.

“After I finish fucking you, I can rub some salve on your ass to reduce the pain. Would you like that Emma?”

She nodded. Mr. Tariq was so nice, so considerate.

Masood returned to the front of her body, reached down and started gently frigging her pussy. She submissively spread her legs to give him better access. He heard her moan. He made sure to gently rub her clitoris. No virtuous Muslim girl would have one at her age. The Iman was right that it could be used to enslave these American sluts. He moved his head down and started licking and sucking on her marvelous tits. He could fell her nipples start to stiffen. He smiled inwardly. He knew that he repulsed the slut. She clearly didn’t want his fat, middle age, Paki body to fuck her. That made her submission all the sweeter. The slut was getting aroused now. He had total control over its body and could take his time. He not only wanted to cum in the slut, he wanted her to scream out her orgasms like the slut Alice Green did. It would humiliate the slut if a man who repulsed her could make her cum.

She felt his hand gently rubbing her pussy the way that she did when she masturbated. It brushed across her clit. It was so gentle! It felt so good! She moaned. She felt his head move down to a tit and start gently sucking on it. She could fell her nipples getting stiff and her pussy was getting wet. This felt so good! This fat old man was making gentle love to her!

“Emma, do you know how to give a blow job?”

“Yes, Mr. Tariq, my Master has been training me.”

“Well, get down on your knees, pull down my pants, and show me what you have learned.”