Chapter 66: Ravishing the Two Muslim Hot Wives

Tony Carter – Day Sixty-Three

I led Mrs. Aziz and Mrs. Tawfiq up to the imam’s house. I had his wife on my left arm, and another faithful Muslim wife on the other. I was so glad that Mrs. Aziz had responded to my Facebook post when I was looking for a random housewife to fuck before her family.

And to have a delicious, home-cooked meal from her.

Mrs. Aziz had led me to her Mosque for Friday prayers today, and that had introduced me to the imam’s wife. I had fucked my preacher’s wife, so fucking an imam’s was just as exciting. Now I was here to spend the night with the two women in the imam’s bed.

I reached the front door and boldly entered it. The house had a spicy aroma to it. The imam was sitting on a couch watching TV. He had a thick beard, black with graying streaks in it. He turned it off and rose to his feet.

“Hey,” I said, “I’m just going to use these two women on your bed. Just don’t interrupt us. If you have a spare bedroom, it’s yours, or you’ll have to sleep on the couch.”

“Of course,” he said, staring at us. “I have my own bedroom.”

“Good, good,” I said as his wife led me through the house to a curtain of beads that cut off a hallway. We passed through it into a bedroom. “Your room, Mrs. Tawfiq?”

“Mmm, this is the harem,” she said. “The part forbidden to men. It is a place where women can remove their hijabs and socialize together. Of course, you Westerners don’t build proper houses to have a better place set aside, but that’s okay.”

“So men don’t normally come in here?” I asked, smiling.

“My husband can if no other women are here.” She licked her lips. “Bringing another man in here is a sin. It is haram. Forbidden. Wrong.”

“Right, right,” I said as she stood there in just her hijab. I had taken both women out naked save for overcoats. They both had dusky skin and large breasts. Their pussies were shaved. That was the most interesting thing about them.

Mrs. Aziz and Mrs. Tawfiq both took off their hijabs. Their black hair spilled out. I loved the sight of their tresses spilling around their faces. They both smiled as they stood side by side. Their pussies dripped with juices. They stared down at my cock.

I was just as naked as them. I was used to it by now. It was strange in the beginning, but I was me. I could do what I wanted. I was special. I used that specialness to do what I wanted. It was ... liberating to be so free.

The two women both licked their lips. I nodded to them.

They sank to the floor and gripped my pale cock in their hands. I was so eager to cuckold both their husbands. Especially the imam. I had already changed their lives. Mrs. Aziz would only be having sex with their son. Mrs. Tawfiq ... I wasn’t sure yet how I would change her life after tonight.

For now...

They both kissed the crown of my cock. I groaned as they stroked their tongues over the tip of my dick. Pleasure washed over me. I groaned in delight as their tongues brushed each other. They kissed, their lips rubbing against the spongy glans.

I loved watching them make out for a moment. Mrs. Aziz and Mrs. Tawfiq were two gorgeous, Arab MILFs. Their tits rubbed together. They broke their kiss and licked the crown of my cock again. My precum spilled out.

“Damn, that’s good,” I groaned.

Mrs. Tawfiq swallowed my dick.

The imam’s wife sank her lips down my rod. She suckled on me with passion. I groaned as she did that. Mrs. Aziz’s dark eyes sparkled as the imam’s wife nursed on me. She drove me wild. I trembled as that hot tongue danced around my cock.

“Shit,” I groaned. “That’s fucking good.”

“You love to use us,” Mrs. Aziz said.

“I do,” I said, smiling at her as Mrs. Tawfiq’s tongue danced around my cock. “Fuck, yes.” Mrs. Tawfiq popped her mouth off my cock and moaned, “Yes, yes, I love being used by you, Tony!”

Mrs. Aziz engulfed my cock. She suckled on my dick with that hot mouth of hers. She groaned, her eyes sparkling with delight. Going to the mosque with her had been incredible. I was so thrilled that my powers worked everywhere.

That I was this god who could use any woman.

I itched at the back of my neck as Mrs. Aziz suckled on my dick. She moaned around me, nursing hard on me. It was such an incredible delight. My cock throbbed in her mouth as she suckled so hard on me. She wanted my cum. They both did.

Mrs. Aziz traded me back to Mrs. Tawfiq. The imam’s wife loved my rod with their lips and tongue. Her suction was incredible. I groaned as I enjoyed every second of it. Mrs. Aziz smiled up at me, her boobs jiggling.

“Mmm, you’re going to spray us with your jizz,” moaned Mrs. Aziz. “That’s how you’re going to use us, right, Tony?”

Mrs. Tawfiq popped her mouth on my cock and moaned, “Yes, yes, I love it when you use us that way! A facial! Spray us with your cum!”

“I will,” I growled as Mrs. Aziz suckled on my dick. “Shit!”

I loved their eagerness to be used in depraved ways. That was my power. It was such a beautiful thing. My dick twitched in her mouth. She suckled on me with such passion. She worked that to mouth up and down my rod.

Her eyes smoldered as she suckled on me. Her husband was in the house as she loved me in the harem. I smiled as I was in the forbidden part of the house. The part where women were separated from men. Just like I was in that part of the mosque this morning during prayers.

Mrs. Tawfiq traded me back to Mrs. Aziz. The two Arab wives loved my dick like that. They suckled for a few moments, swelling the pressure at the tip of my cock, before switching again. Drool ran down their chins. The air was alive with the wet smack of lips and plops of broken suction.

“Shit,” I groaned.

“Use us,” whimpered Mrs. Aziz as the imam’s wife suckled on my dick. “Cum on our faces!”

Mrs. Tawfiq groaned around my cock, nodding as she loved me.

“Getting there,” I groaned.

I loved the way they suckled on me. They drove me wild as they worked their mouths up and down my dick. It was just incredible. They trade me again. Mrs. Aziz blew me as Mrs. Tawfiq stared up at me with such eagerness in her eyes.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I growled. “Shit, that’s it. I’m going to cum!”

Mrs. Aziz’s tongue swirled around my dick before she popped her mouth off my rod. “Cum on us!”

“Use us, Tony,” whimpered the imam’s wife, pressing her cheek against Mrs. Aziz’s. “Jizz on us! Shower us!

“Yes!” I growled as her hand fisted my dick. She engulfed the spongy tip. “Fuck!”

I erupted.

My pearly cum spurted out and splashed across their dusky features. I showered them in my spunk. It was a beautiful thing. I dumped my load onto them. The pleasure slammed through me. Stars flashed across my vision. It was wonderful.

I growled out in delight, soaking them with my spunk. I enjoyed every last second of that pleasure crashing through my mind. I grunted with each blast of cum. I dumped my load onto their features. It was incredible.

Just outstanding.

“Damn,” I growled as I showered them in cum.

Their pink tongues caught my pearly spunk. It never got old cumming on two women’s faces. Just soaking them in my spunk. My cock erupted a few more times, the last blast of pleasure shooting through me.

Then came my absolute favorite part about cumming on women’s faces. When they shared the cum. The two Muslim wives turned to each other and licked up my cum. They were so eager to be used by me. To make me happy with their actions.

That was the place of every woman in the world.

To please me.

I smiled as they kissed, their tongues swapping my pearly cum back and forth. That was such a glorious moment to watch. I was so happy to see it. They groaned as they shared in the bounty. They moaned, cum dripping onto their dusky tits.

Their brown nipples rubbed together. They moaned, wiggling their shoulders so their nubs could brush. They licked up more of my cum as they were so into it. Their hands gripped each other’s hips. I smiled at the sight.

They cleaned up all my cum. Their tongues caressed each other’s faces, gathering up as much as they could before kissing and sharing it. Damn, I wanted to introduce them to my mother. This was such a hot sight.

“Damn,” I groaned. “That’s good. That’s so good.”

They broke the kiss and smiled up at me.

“Mrs. Aziz,” I said. “On the bed. Mrs. Tawfiq, kneel between her thighs and worship me by devouring pussy. Every time you devour a woman’s cunt, you worship your true god.”

“You, Tony,” both women moaned together.

“That’s right,” I said. “That’s what I want women to know.”

The pair of them both smiled as they rose. Mrs. Aziz stretched out on the bed, her legs spread wide. Her thick pussy lips dripped with passion. It was a beautiful thing to see. I was so glad to witness it. My cock was so hard at the sight of them. They were beautiful.

Gorgeous.

Breathtaking.

I smiled and moved behind Mrs. Tawfiq. I gripped her butt-cheeks, her cunt dripping with juices. She dove her head down, worshiping me by devouring Mrs. Aziz’s pussy. The sight was breathtaking. I had to join in.

I nuzzled my face into Mrs. Tawfiq’s tangy cunt. I loved eating women out. It was a gift to devour their cunts. Something special that I could do for them. I stroked my tongue through her hot folds. She whimpered in delight as I devoured her twat.

“Tony!” gasped Mrs. Tawfiq. “Use my pussy! Bless my cunt!”

“Yes, yes, bless her!” moaned Mrs. Aziz. “This is so hot! Ooh, ooh, just stroke through her folds.”

I did.

I stroked my tongue through her hot folds. I licked and lapped at her snatch, enjoying her tangy delight. It was just a beautiful thing. It was a wondrous treat. I savored that delight. I licked through her hot folds. She moaned as I did that.