Zainab was an ebony BBW with a cute face that looked much younger than she really was (she was in her late 30s) with a wide smile and a soft voice; on top of that she had a really fat ass that gave anyone lucky enough to stand behind her not only a show of her thong but a nice cushion to rest their boners. Although she was always fully covered by loose-fitti...
Zehna enjoyed it when the office was empty. No noise, calls, and no staff! She did it every Tuesday and Thursday to clear the mountain of stuff as area manager. She had worked damn hard to be getting above £100,000 a year. Not easy as a Hijabi Pakistani female in today's racially divisive times. Her 5'9" curvaceous frame, 140lbs, young face and good health...
New readers – and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago – know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. The next day, after a surprisingly sound night of sleep, I took a shower, washing my diminutive penis through its open-d...
Oh my beloved Samira... I can still remember her sweet face; her dark, doe-like eyes and those deep, ruby red lips. She stole my heart, and one day, inshallah, I will return to Iraq and find her again. I suppose that for many of you Americans, Brits and other westerners reading this right now, the idea of Iraq as being a 'romantic' place might seem more than...
We had been living a peaceful and content life since marrying 2 years ago. I had opened a clothes shop nearby selling Asian style garments like sarees, abayas, bhurkas, kameez, niqabs and the like. Business was booming with the massive influx of Asian muslim customers moving into the area almost every month. We had lots of money, were happy with my 24 year o...
"And what do you see in my future?" the stunningly beautiful girl in the sparkling yellow dress asked, her hand stretched out across to me. Conversation at the table died as I wondered what to do. I did not know this person, and here she was giving me her hand, ostensibly to read her stars. In our native country, Pakistan, this was a serious breach of inter-...
Life can take us in many unpredictable journeys. Take me for example. My name is Amira Anisah Rafiq. In another life, my name was Greta Von Rossbach. A six-foot-two, lean and athletic, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Caucasian woman living in the City of Riyadh, in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I have been living there for more than twenty years now. I'm the wife...
New readers - and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago - know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. ***** "Sir, I have to talk to you," said Amanda in a rather authoritative voice. "Yes Amanda, what can I do for you?" I...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Disclaimer: This story contains strong language and use of racial slurs, big cocks, tits and ass. Not realistic at all. If you are looking for realism or if you are easily offended then this story is not for you. Some Useful words to know before you read the story: Hijab...
Part 6 I wondered what Duncan wanted to chat about. I didn't think it was about rejecting me to continue with my 'training.' Overall, I had really enjoyed the previous night and was thoroughly revelling exploring this wonderfully perverted side of me. I climbed off the bed, these white panties still on me, and took the pottie and peed for Duncan. "Ok, Yuwa...