Chapter 65: Tony Uses the Imam’s Busty Wife

Tony Carter – Day Sixty-Three
I smiled as my will was imposed on the Mosque.

The women—Muslimah, according to Mrs. Aziz—were practicing lesbian prayers. One woman stretched out on her back on the prayer mat, and the other lay on her. The pair sixty-nined. They were in the women’s section of the Mosque. The imam was praying, and his dusky-hued wife, Mrs. Tawfiq, knelt before me so I could fuck her in the ass.

Beside me, a blonde Muslimah was feasting on the creampie I left in Mrs. Aziz’s pussy.

I loved my powers.

“Tony,” whimpered Mrs. Tawfiq as I knelt behind her. “I’m so thankful to Allah that you are using my asshole! That you’ve implemented our new way of praying.”

“Did you enjoy eating pussy, Mrs. Tawfiq?” I asked.

“I enjoyed being used by you,” she moaned. “Though ... It did taste delicious. I had no idea.”

I smiled and pressed my pussy-soaked cock into her butt-crack. I slid down her crevice to her asshole. Her dusky ass-cheeks clenched as I thrust against her backdoor. My pale cook stood out against her brown-hued rump.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned as I drilled against her. I loved the feel of pushing on her. It felt so good to drill against her. She moaned as her anal ring widened and widened. “Tony! Oh, that’s ... Allah!” I popped into her bowels.

She whimpered as I sank into her flesh. Around us, the other Muslimah sixty-nined. I hoped there was some incest going on, too. I smiled at that thought of mothers eating their daughters or sisters dining on each other’s pussies. I was a god.

I sank to the hilt into her bowels and savored the warmth of her anal sheath around my dick. It was a wonderful heat that soaked my dick. My cock throbbed in her bowels. She whimpered as she wiggled her hips back and forth. She drove me wild with that. It was a beautiful thing.

I drew back my cock as she moaned in delight. She whimpered at the warmth of my cock in her anal sheath. I drew back and back. She gasped as her bowels held me tight. I loved the heat of her bowels around my dick.

I buried into her asshole.

“Tony!” she moaned. “That’s so good! Alhamdulillah!”

I smiled at her words as I pumped away at her asshole. I fucked the imam’s wife as he gave his ... Well, a sermon or whatever they called it in Islam. I thrust into her asshole, savoring this heat around my dick. The women moaned about us as I fucked her in the ass.

Her bowels clamped down on my dick. I loved that heat. It was so good to have her holding me tight. I fucked her bowels with force. I thrust into her with everything that I had. She squeezed her anal sheath down around my cock.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she groaned as I pounded her. “Tony! Tony!v “Mrs. Tawfiq, you’re my whore!” I growled.

“I am!” she whimpered. “I’m such a whore for you! Use my asshole!”

I smiled in delight as I fucked into her bowels. I pounded her with so much force. She gripped my cock with that wonderful flesh. The velvety heat melted down my shaft. My nuts slapped into her taint, tightened with my load of cum. I would dump so much into her bowels.

My crotch slapped into her butt-cheeks. I loved that sound as I fucked into her bowels. She gasped and moaned, her flesh feeling so good around my cock. I thrust away at her anal sheath, reveling in the heat of her bowels.

“Damn, I’m going to cum in your asshole!” I growled. “I love using your asshole!”

“Alhamdulillah!” she moaned. “I am going to cum, too! Oh, oh, being used anally is amazing!”

Women squealed around us as their lesbian prayers reached their climaxes. I loved those sounds echoing through the Mosque as I fucked that tight asshole hard. I rushed toward my own eruption. I gripped her hips, churning her up.

She whimpered, her bowels clamping down on me. She threw back her head as I speared into her bowels’ depth. Her hot flesh massaged me. The pressure surged to the tip of my cock. I grunted, so close to bursting.

“Allah!” she squealed and convulsed around me.

Her asshole spasmed around my dick.

I loved the feel of her hot asshole spasming around my dick. She felt so good. I pumped away at her as the imam finished his sermon. I grunted, about to explode into his wife’s asshole. I buried into her anal depths.

“Yes!” I growled.

Erupted.

I dumped my cum into her asshole. It was so good to flood her anal sheath with my spunk. It was an incredible rush. The pleasure slammed through me. Stars danced through my vision. I grunted, spurting my cum into her asshole.

I fired over and over into her bowels. It was so amazing to fill her up with my jizz. I loved every second of this heat slamming through me. I groaned in delight, reveling in her wonderful asshole milking my dick.

“Yes!” I growled. “Fuck, yes!”

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned.

The women around us were getting up, rising and putting on their clothes. A man appeared and froze at the sight of us. He wore a white tunic and a cap. He stared in shock as I fired the last of my cum into her asshole.

“You’re the imam?” I asked the gray-bearded man. “I am enjoying using your wife. I’m Tony. I also have found a new way for the women to pray. I’m using them, too.”

“Oh, I see,” he said as the women were getting dressed. I pulled my cock out of his wife’s asshole. “I hope my wife pleased you.”

“She did,” I said. “Mrs. Tawfiq, suck my dick clean with your mouth. I would love to use you that way.”

“Alhamdulillah,” she moaned in delight and spun around. “That’s wonderful. Allah is good to let me be used this way.”

“Yep,” I said. Was that me? I itched at the back of my neck.

She opened her mouth and swallowed my cock while her husband watched. I savored her sucking my dirty dick clean. That felt so amazing. Pleasure swept through me as she nursed on me. She whimpered, her hips wiggling back and forth.

“I dumped a huge load into your wife’s asshole,” I said as she kept suckling on me.

“It’s wonderful to suck his cock clean,” Mrs. Aziz said. She sat up. She had no clothes to put on. She only had on her hijab like Mrs. Tawfiq. “I am so glad he used me.”

“Yep,” I said, savoring that hot mouth around my dick. “You know, Imam. I think I have to borrow your wife. And Mrs. Aziz. I want to have more fun with them. Use them.”

“Of course,” the imam said, watching his wife polishing my pole.

I reveled in the power I had here, savoring that hot mouth working up and down my dick. It felt so amazing. I shuddered, reveling in this moment. That wonderful tongue stroked around my cock. Pleasure shot down to my nuts.

I groaned as she kept nursing on me. She danced her tongue around my cock. It felt amazing to have her blow me. I nodded to her husband. The Muslimah worshiped my dick. The pressure grew and grew in my balls.

“Your wife’s an amazing cocksucker, Imam,” I said. “Damn, she’s suckling so hard.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying using her,” the imam said, stroking his gray beard as his wife loved me. “Well, if you’ll excuse me.”

I nodded as his wife kept loving my cock. I groaned, savoring that warm mouth around my cock. She suckled so hard on me. I loved the way her tongue swirled around my rod. She polished me clean. I smiled down at her.

Her brown eyes melted with her lust. She was so happy to be used. I was more than thrilled to have her suckling on my cock. I would just dump my load into her mouth. She worked up and down me, driving me wild.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I growled. “Don’t stop!”

“He’s going to cum,” Mrs. Aziz purred. She crawled forward. Her eyes sparkled with heat. “You’re being used, Majda.”

Mrs. Tawfiq moaned in delight. She suckled hard on me. I savored the way she worked her mouth up and down my cock. My nuts tightened with the need to explode into her mouth. She groaned around my dick. It was incredible.

She stroked about my crown. She whimpered, probing at my slit. She must love the taste of my precum. I wanted to explode into her mouth. Let her taste the real thing. She suckled hard, her cheeks hollowing with her lust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I growled. “Whore!”

I erupted.

My cum flooded her mouth. She squealed and gulped down my cum. I loved the warmth of my cum spurting into her mouth. I savored every second of dumping my load into her. She swallowed it all down as I did.

She wiggled her hips as I flooded her mouth with my cum. The ecstasy shot through me. Each blast of jizz crashed rapture into my mind. I groaned, dumping my load into her. I loved this so much. It was so fucking fantastic.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I roared, spurting my cum into her mouth. “Fuck!”

I erupted a final time.

“Damn,” I groaned as she suckle down my cum. “We are going to have some fun.” Mrs. Tawfiq and Mrs. Aziz both smiled up at me.

“Now, sixty-nine,” I said. “I want to watch you two pray.”

The two women beamed. Mrs. Aziz ended up on top. I grabbed a random Muslimah who was dressed and leaving. I flipped up her skirt and buried into her pussy. I enjoyed her cunt as I watched the sight, reveling in my power.

A really kinky idea popped into my head.

Mrs. Ayesha Aziz
After the Mosque, Tony drove us to a Catholic church.

I was surprised. I shivered as he climbed out naked. Majda and I followed him. I licked my lips and glanced at her. She took my hand as we walked naked after him, wearing only our hijab. It was cold outside, but we were inside soon.

In the vestibule, there was a statue of the Virgin Mary. The Christians claimed to be Monotheists, but they worshiped multiple gods and even Mary. Why would we be brought here? Would he want to use us by making us Christians?

He could do that. I would let him.

He marched us into the church. It was empty. Pews. An altar. Artwork on the wall. It was a solemn place. He led us up to the front and turned around. He motioned for us to kneel. We did. My boobs jiggled as his cock thrust out before him.

“I want to baptize you in my cum,” he said. “My delicious little Arab sluts. You worship me, right?”