Corporate Hijabi

Tom



I am a manager in the corporate world in New York. I was responsible for around 100 employees and well renumerated for my efforts. At the age of 45 I felt comfortable with my life.



As part of my role I have to attend certain conferences and training sessions out of state. This was not a problem for me as I was single and had no c***dren. I usually went as the sole representative for the firm but on this occasion I was to be accompanied by another manager from the sales department. There were not many people I liked in the sales department. The men were all d-bags, always bragging about their figures. It was a constant cock measuring exercise with them.



I was told by Leanne, my PA, that it would in fact be Sam (Samia Al Kassam) that would be joining me on my trip to Los Angeles. I didn't mind Sam. She was always polite and focused on business. She was responsible for Sales to Asia and the Middle East. She was muslim and I understood her family roots to be from Iraq. She usually wore business attire but would accompany this with a hijab and niqab. It is a strange sight in my world but you have to understand she is mainly selling to other muslims in the Middle East and Asia so it helps to have a familiar face to smooth over the sale. Even if they never see her face due to her veil. I found her intelligent and funny but she never really opened up about her personal life so the conversation may dry up after a week.



I found it strange she was going because from what I remember she was married and she had a c***d around 12 months ago but she has never really opened up about her family life with me or anyone I know in the office.



My PA, Leanne, made the arrangements for my flights and hotel. I briefly spoke to Sam about it and she seemed to be looking forward to the conference and seeing California.



We would be arriving on Sunday and the conference would start on Monday. This would give us a day to settle in.



I met Sam at the airport. She was not dressed in her usual business attire. She was wearing a long ocean blue summer dress. She had a belt across the middle of her dress that eccentuated her tits. The dress was long and covered her from head to toe but the material looked thin. We were seated together as Leanne had booked the tickets for flights and made our reservations at the hotel.



We checked in our bags. As we were waiting to go through security I was stood a few spaces behind Sam and I heard a man mumble something to Sam as he walked past her. She seemed visibly upset. I closed the space between us and asked her what happened. She was upset but I managed to gather that he had called her a "fucking terrorist." I immediately walked off after him in a rage. But Sam grabbed my arm and assured me she was fine. I said I would not leave her side and I would protect her from these crazies. I had my arm around her and my hand was on her back. She did not object and seemed to welcome my possessive touch. She saw me as her protector. This was a dangerous temptation for me though as her tempting ass was inches away.



I realised how thin the dress actually was once my hand was on her back. My hand went lower and lower the longer it was on her back. I did not want to come across as lecherous so I did not allow myself to go lower than her back. I wanted to desparately squeeze her ass but would not allow myself to do so. My hand rested just at the top of her panties. I ran my fingers across the lacey material. I was able to clearly feel it through the material of her dress. She did not object or notice as we engaged in general chat.



As we got on the plane and approached our seats. I saw Sam bend forward. I don't know what came over me as I moved my hand to her ass and gently squeezed, her ass was so big and soft. To cover this I pretended to accidentally bump into her. I apologised immediately, "I am so sorry. I didn't realise these were our seats. Are you ok?" She did not seem to mind, "It is ok. The plane is cramped."



I allowed her to sit down and sat next to her. The seats did not afford much room and we were close to each other. I knew it would be difficult to resist touching her in such close proximity. Sitting together with Sam caused our thighs to touch and it felt electric. I knew she was married and a strict muslim so there was no chance of anything happening. But I could not help but admire how attractive she was. She had amazing tits and her dress eccentuated them even more. She had a big ass and after my squeeze I wanted much more.



She was an incredibly sensual woman. A woman that all men secretly lust for.



As we got seated she put her hand on mine and she said, "Tom, thank you for protecting me. I felt safe when you were with me. You are a real gentleman."



The touch was unexpected and I was a bit flustered, "It was nothing. It made me angry seeing him treat you like that. I didn't see your husband or son at the airport. Did they leave early?"



I knew she was married and she was due to have her son almost 12 months ago. She had returned to work 6 months ago. She deflected, "I got a taxi to the airport. Traffic was crazy on the way in." I found it odd that her husband did not drop her off.



We were really close in our seats and I adjusted so that the outside of my hand was resting against her right breast. It felt heavenly.



I engaged her to distract her from my hand on her breast, "You look beautiful and refreshed in the dress."



She blushed at this, "I wanted to dress for the weather. It will be gorgeous according to the reports. I hope we get to see the sights."



I knew what sights I wanted to see. Her tits and ass.



She was looking through her bag and I noticed she had brought along a book to read, "Oh I see you have brought a book for the flight. Which book is it?"



She seemed to blush. It is hard to tell her under her veil, "Oh. You saw that. It is a risque novel. I thought it would be interesting for the evenings. I know it is naughty."



The comment seemed a bit flirty but maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me. I chuckled, "I thought you would have only read halal books. I have some naughty books I can share with you."



This was an old joke we once shared over lunch when she explained to me what was halal. She fascinated me and her culture fascinated me. I read the odd erotic novel and I found her choice interesting as it was about a dom/sub relationship.



She giggled, "You must share one of these books someday. I can be naughty too. I can't wait to get to my hotel room. I hate travelling. I don't know how you do it every few months."



I was interested by her naughty comment. Maybe this week I could test her boundaries. I continued my ministrations on her breast as I asked, "How naughty are you? What would you do with the book?"



I noticed her breasts almost heave with her breathing as she responded, "I was hoping the book would make my evenings more entertaining. You can imagine how naughty that would be. How will you get through the evenings?"



I saw this as an opening. My hand continued to innocuously manipulate her breast and she was obviously turned on but I acted as though the contact was innocent, "I am sure you in bed with that book would be a sight."



She then whispered hoarsely, "I am sure you would enjoy...the sight."



She looked at me at that moment and she had caught me staring. I was looking at the shape of her tits. They were big but as she turned our eyes caught each other. I was caught and I did not want to come on too strong and scare her away before the week started, "Erm, sorry, I just can't help but notice that you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Sorry if I was staring."



She blushed and flashed her eyelashes as she looked away. She had these amazing brown eyes and her veil only caused them to be emphasized further. She hadn't replied and my anxiety levels went through the roof. I hoped I hadn't ruined the week before it had started. She finally replied, "No one has ever been so complimentary before. What colour are they? I don't want you to be just teasing me."



I was lucky that she had amazing unforgettable eyes, "They are brown. They look stunning and makes me wonder about everything else," as I looked at her body. I seemed to be unable to stop myself from digging a hole for myself but luckily she did not catch my gaze over her body.



She seemed to be happy with the compliment and I was confident about where this was going. I had stopped the touching of her breasts out of fear of being caught out again. She said, "Thank you. You are a sweet man."



That was a mood killer and put me in my place but my dick was relentless as I looked her up and down I said, "I appreciate what I see though. It was strange seeing you sign up for this. It is usually me on my own that attends or another singleton is forced to go."



She had an ulterior motive, "I have to be honest. The conference is not the only reason I am going. There is a buyer for a company based in Bahrain that will only be in the US for the first 3 days of the conference and we have been courting this contract for a while. I am hoping to secure it this week."



This contract must be worth a lot if she was taking time away from her family and the office, "What is the contract worth? It must be hard on you to leave New York."



Her response surprised me, "The contract is potentially worth millions but then again they might not be interested. I am actually looking forward to being away from New York and when I knew you would be accompanying me it made me feel a lot more at ease. I enjoy your company."



I was feeling a lot more confident about my prospects with Sam, "I love your company and it pleases me a lot that I am with you this week." I let my hand intentionally rest on her knee as I said this. It was a possesive move and she did not object.



The rest of the journey we enjoyed easy conversation and the latest office gossip. I took every opportunity to increase the touching between us.



***********



Sam



We got to LA at around 7.00pm. We had a driver waiting for us and he took us straight to the hotel. After the long flight and the travel I just wanted to get to my hotel room and relax.



Tom was really good company and he had made the journey easier but I really needed to be in my room. We arrived at the hotel and Tom paid the concierge to collect our bags.



Tom went to the desk to check us in. I could not hear the conversation but I could see there was a problem and the receptionist was apologising to him. I approached Tom, "Do we have the room keys?"



He seemed to be at ease about it and the receptionist was tapping away at her computer, "There has been a mix up. When the reservations were made Leanne asked for two rooms for two people but they have only booked one room for two people. She is currently checking to see if there is any other room available."



I almost had a panic attack. I needed my privacy. He seemed to be taking care of it so I thought I would leave it with him. The receptionist looked up at us and explained, "I am really sorry. The hotel is fully booked and the next room that is available is on Tuesday morning and I will reserve this for you now. I apologise for the inconvenience. We will of course provide you with complimentary breakfast to apologise."



I could not control my anxiety and screamed, "WHAT GOOD IS BREAKFAST IF ONE OF US IS LEFT WITHOUT A ROOM. YOU HAVE FUCKED THIS UP."



Tom pulled me to the side. He put his hand on my shoulder and calmly said, "I understand you need your privacy and I respect you so you can take this room and I will sort something out for myself. Just go to the room and relax and I will see you once I arrange another room for myself somewhere."



He was always able to put me at ease. I would not usually be comfortable with another man touching me but with Tom it was different. He paid the concierge a hefty tip and asked him to show me the room and take my things up.



I went up to the room feeling more relaxed knowing that Tom was willing to sacrifice the room for me. He was such a gentleman. The room was amazing. It had a large queen size bed and the windows were from floor to ceiling. I felt really guilty about it. I needed my privacy desparately but I needed to know Tom was going to be ok.



It had been over an hour and I had not heard anything from Tom. Maybe he had just left for his hotel but I thought he would have let me know that he found a room.



I called him to make sure he was ok. He sounded tired as he answered, "Hi Sam. How is the room?"



I was too worried to register the question, "Did you find a room?"



He said, "We have been ringing hotels for the last two hours but no luck. It looks like I might have to spend the night in the lobby."



This was not fair, "No. No. No. I can't let you do that. Come up to the room. We will work something out."



He was resisting, "Sam I know how important your religion is and you need your privacy. I respect you and I respect your privacy."



He was such a gentleman but I wasn't taking no for an answer, "Come up right now or I will come down and join you in the lobby."



He finally gave in, "I will come up but I will continue to look for a room."



Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. I went to the door to open it for him. He came in looking deflated and tired.



I sat him down and I sat next to him, "What happened? I am so angry they have put us in this position."



He explained, "She said it was impossible to get a room at this short notice. I have called every hotel in a 5 mile radius but no luck. She has tried all her contacts at the other hotels. But the next available room is on Tuesday. I am really sorry. I don't want to ruin your week."



I felt so guilty and terrible, "Tom you are the sweetest man I have ever met. The room is big and we will both stay here until Tuesday. It is only two nights."



He seemed relieved but concerned for me, "Sam, maybe you should speak to your husband just to make sure this is ok."



I couldn't keep up the pretence and I just broke down and fell into his arms. He apologised, "I am sorry. I did not mean to upset you. If your husband does not approve I will just leave. I don't want to cause any problems for you."



I had to explain this, "It is not that Tom. I don't talk about my personal life at work. But I trust you. I officially divorced my husband 3 months ago. I don't have a husband or family to call."



He just held me tightly as the tears came down my cheeks. His hand was caressing my back and it was such a comforting feeling. He said, "I am really sorry to hear that. I am sorry if I was insensitive in mentioning it."



I changed the subject, "We need to get ready for bed. We have an early start tomorrow. We can get ready in the bathroom. Is it ok if I leave the light off in this room as I need to take my hijab and niqab off but I can not show you my hair."



He agreed and drew the curtain and switched off the lights.



I normally wore just my bra and thong to bed. But I had to cover up tonight. I had a long sleeve shirt and yoga pants that I used as make shift sleepwear.



*******



Tom



Sam had not realised that the mix up with the rooms was a deliberate error for this precise reason to get her in bed with me.



Sam came out of the bathroom and it was pitch darkness. I tried to catch a glimpse but I could not make out anything. She managed to stumble her way to the bed. I got up to get changed, "I don't have any sleepwear. I usually just sleep naked. Is it ok if I keep my boxers on?"



She seemed to think for a good minute before replying, "I don't mind. The room is dark so our privacy is guaranteed."



I was less than an arms length away from my secret desire. I could not sleep and the close proximity was causing a swell in my boxers. I just wanted to lay my hands on her sexy body. I could not stop thinking about her ass and tits.



Sam couldn't sleep either, "Tom can you hold me again?"



Sam was facing away from me. She seemed to be in an emotional mood and I just needed to comfort her. The pieces were falling together. I just had to be patient.



I came up behind Sam and put my arm around her, pushing my body right next to hers. The swell in my boxers was against her juicy ass. My arm was just below her big tits. I wanted to give them a squeeze so desperately but she needed comfort and I could not afford to be lecherous.



She spoke gently, "Tom I am naturally shy. I can never open up at work about my personal life as I always fear being judged due to the way I dress and my muslim background. But with you I feel I can trust you and share things with you."



I had to re-assure her. I needed her to open up to me, "I respect you and I will never judge you. You can share anything with me and trust that I will keep it in my heart."



She held my hand tightly as she heard this, "I will tell you from the beginning. I studied hard and worked hard to build a career for myself. But in my culture a woman is judged on her family. I was 30 and still not married. My mother and father would often talk about how I was wasting my c***dbearing years. I felt a constant pressure to get married. At the age of 33, I finally relented and agreed to a marriage. My father knew a lebanese family from the local mosque who were looking for a marriage for their son. He was a similar age to me. I was married 3 years ago at the age of 33. The marriage was a complete culture shock to me. My husband expected me to prepare 3 meals a day for his whole family and rear c***dren. He did not want me to work. I had worked hard at a career and was not willing to give this up. I did not want to disappoint my parents so I persisted and worked tirelessly. I was up at 5.00am every morning cooking breakfast and lunch and then go to work. I would then return from work to continue my chores.



There was no love or affection in my marriage. My husband never kissed me or gave me gifts. He treated me as a slave. If we had sex he would simply pump in me until he expelled his seed in me without any foreplay or affection. He never lasted long. It was usually 3 pumps before he came. He saw sex as a necessary means to get me pregnant. I tried to get him sexually interested in me by buying sexy lingerie but nothing would get him to show any affection."



The mention of lingerie caused my swell to be a full blown erection between her ass cheeks, "It sounds terrible. I don't know how anyone can treat a woman like that. Especially a smart, intelligent and beautiful woman like you."



She went on, "I finally got pregnant. But they still expected me to work like a slave. I complained to my parents about my treatment but they just said this is our culture. I lost the baby late in the pregnancy. It was the most soul destroying moment of my life. I cried for weeks. My husband did not care."



I shed a tear when I heard this. Her story was heartbreaking, "Sam it is terrible that you had to experience this. No one should have to go through this. I can't believe your parents. How could they stand back and not save their daughter? How did you escape?" I hugged her tightly.



She took a deep breath, "I just wanted my husband to love me. After the loss of my son I tried to salvage my marriage. I remember one night I bought a pink peephole bra and matching crotchless string thong. I was sat on the end of the bed with my legs crossed as he came into the bedroom. As he walked towards me I opened my legs for him. I thought he would not be able to resist but this just made him angry and he called me a whore. He said sex is just for procreation and I was a whore for wearing such outfits because I could not rear c***dren. This was the last straw for me. I left that night for my parents. They were not exactly welcoming. I had betrayed their values. I stayed for a week and then found my own apartment in Brooklyn. I was finally granted my divorce 3 months ago."



I felt anger at her treatment but the image of her being so sexual had my dick rock hard pressing between her ass cheeks. I was so angry at what she had to go through but relieved she was free, "I am so glad you escaped. He sounds like a repressed asshole. He was probably gay or something. A real man would not resist a sensual sexual woman offering her body in such a way. A real man would ravish you."



She took a big sigh, "I am free now and that is all that matters. I wish I had a real man."



*******



Sam



It felt so good to finally share this with someone. I had felt so alone these past 3 years but I could now open up to someone. I could feel his cock between my ass and it made me feel wanted after my sexless marriage.



I wanted to know more about Tom, "Thank you for listening Tom. It means a lot to me. I know you are divorced. Do you want to talk about it?"



He did not seem to want to talk about it, "I have never spoken about what happened before. It was around 5 years ago and I have not been able to trust anyone since but there is something about you Sam. When I talk to you I feel like I can trust and share anything with you."



This was how I felt about him, "You can trust me. Just the way I trust you."



He opened up a bit more, "I was married to Claire for 6 years. She was your typical blonde bombshell. We had a good marriage and a healthy sex life. I felt this deep shame about what happened and I have never shared this with another soul, not even our divorce attorney. I was supposed to be going to a conference in Toronto but when I got to the airport all flights were delayed until the next day due to weather. I was glad to have another day at home. I drove back home and noticed Claire's friend, Nat's car in the drive. They had been best friends since college. I was used to her coming over so this was nothing unusual. As I got into the house, I could not see anyone downstairs. I could hear some sounds from upstairs and I thought I would surprise them. I snuck up the stairs and I could hear the sounds coming from the bedroom. As I got closer to the bedroom, the sounds were getting louder and they were not what I expected from Claire and Nat. I had a bad feeling and I just wanted to turn away but something inside me was drawing me towards the sounds and the room."



I was engrossed in the story and the build up of the tension was turning me on. Without thinking I had adjusted my ass on Tom's dick and it was now pressing against my pussy through the yoga pants.



He continued, "The door was slightly ajar. As I crept to the door my approach gave away that I knew something was wrong. The moans from the room became louder. I did not dare open the door any wider but looked through the small opening. Maybe it was cowardice or fear. I looked through the door and the sight was beyond anything I imagined or feared."



My pussy was pressing hard against his erect dick. I knew I was dripping but I tried to control myself.



I wanted to hear more, "Claire was sandwiched between Nat and her husband, Mike. Claire's face was buried in Nat's pussy and Mike was pounding Claire's cunt from behind."



I hated that I was getting turned on by the torment that Tom went through. But my ass kept gently grinding against Tom's dick. He did not seem to notice and I was too engrossed in his story to care, "I should have gone in and stopped it but I just continued to watch. The sight and sounds were incredibly erotic that I could feel my erection grow in my trousers. At this moment I hated myself. I unzipped my trousers and began stroking my cock. I felt so weak. Mike pulled out of Claire and lay down on the bed. It dawned on me that this scene was happening on our marital bed. Claire got on top of Mike's dick and started riding him in the cowgirl position. I could hear her moans getting louder. Nat then got up and sat on Mike's face. Both girls were moaning loudly. They started kissing and I could sense that they were all getting close to orgasm. My stroking became faster and faster. I was edging closer and closer. I was going to cum with the cheating fuckers. I heard a synchronised loud groan from the cheaters and I also came shooting on the door and floor."



I was unable to stop grinding on his cock. My cunt was on fire and I was close to cumming. I felt terrible about what he experienced but the story was erotic, "You are not weak. You are an amazing man. I hate her for cheating on you. You did not deserve that."



He said, "I left that day and never returned. I filed for divorce but never cited this as the reason. I told Claire that I had seen her. She begged me not to leave her. She said she had lesbian tendencies since college and she could not let go of that life. She had always been in an intimate relationship with Nat but Nat did not like cheating on her husband and would only sleep with Claire if her husband could join in. My experience with Claire meant I could never trust another woman since. I have been single since then but for the odd one night stand. Now you know my deepest darkest secret. I understand if you can not bear to look at me again."



It was amazing how honest he was, "You are a wonderful man and I am sorry you were betrayed. You will find a woman who appreciates you and can see what I see in you. I have not been totally honest with you. The reason why I was so concerned about my privacy is that I have been lactating and I need to milk my breasts at least once a day. I did it tonight before you came up to the room. It just doesn't feel right keeping anything from you."



I was feeling an intense bond with Tom after what we shared tonight.



***********



Tom



I could feel her still grinding against my cock. It felt so good and I hoped every night would be spent with her ass on my cock.



I could feel her yoga pants getting damp. She was a horny slut and her revelations tonight gave me ideas for the rest of the week. It took all my strength to stop myself from grabbing her milky tits. I needed to be her gentleman first so I let her grind her cunt against my cock, acting oblivious to the contact.



Her grinding was getting harder and faster and then all of a sudden her body stiffened and she stifled the moan. But it was clear as day that she just came. Her body softened into me and we fell asleep.



The next morning I woke up early with the biggest erection I have ever had. Our bodies were still moulded together and my hand was resting on her juicy tit. I wanted to squeeze but that would just show me as a pervert to her. I needed to relieve some tension and went to the gym leaving sexy Sam in bed. I wanted to give her the privacy she needed to milk those fat juicy breasts. I needed to find a way to get my hands on those big tits but I needed her to think of me as her white knight. I was doing some squats when a devious plan began to form in my head.



I went back to the room and Sam was already dressed and ready. She looked stunning. She was wearing a full length skirt with a tight blouse. It was still quite early. I said, "You should go and have breakfast. I need a shower and to get ready."



********



Sam



I didn't want to eat on my own so I waited in the lobby for Tom. I text him to let him know I was waiting.



Last night was a revelation for me. I had never felt this close to a man before and I felt a real emotional connection with Tom. It dawned on me that after tonight Tom would be in his room tomorrow and I felt regret about it. I had not slept this well in a long time and it was because Tom was next to me. I was disappointed to not feel him by my side in the morning. He had left me a message to say he was going to the gym so I could have some "privacy" in the morning. He was such a sweet caring man. Maybe the man I always wanted was closer than I could imagine.



I shook the thoughts from my mind, I had to focus on securing the contract and I only had until Wednesday. Tom came down and we had breakfast in the hotel before making our way to the conference.



Tom put his arm around my back as we walked together. I knew he was trying to comfort me and it felt nice.



The conference was boring but Tom made the time pass easily. I was lucky to have him for company. I could not see Ahmed, the buyer from Bahrain. The visit to the conference was feeling a bit of a waste as I could not secure the deal if I could not meet Ahmed. But the time I spent with Tom was really enjoyable. I don't think I had enjoyed anyone's company as much as I enjoyed Tom's. We were having a fun time. There was something about Tom that really turned me on. He kept in good shape.



After the first day of the conference finished we went back to the hotel. My breasts were feeling heavier than usual. I did not know what was causing this. I was wincing due to the pain. Tom saw my discomfort, "I am going to the gym. I will be about an hour. You should just try to relax. Call me if you have any problems."



I knew he was trying to give me privacy and I desparately needed it. I got out my breast pump after he left to relieve my breasts.



******



Tom



I did some light cardio and kept a close eye on my phone. I was on the treadmill and then my phone rang.



Sam was on the other end as expected, "Tom, can you come back please?"



She sounded in discomfort, "Of course, are you ok?"



She was unable keep up her facade, "No. I need you right now."



I cut the phone and headed straight back to the room. I wondered how the situation would play out.



I rushed into the room and Sam was sat on the bed. Her arms clutching her large breasts. I wanted to sound worried, "What is wrong? Are you ok? I came as soon as you called."



She was in obvious discomfort and I felt terrible, "My breast pump is not working and my breasts are really hurting. I can not do anything with them."



I wanted to suck on her titties but could not suggest it, "I will run out and buy you another one. You must be in a lot of discomfort."



She cried out, "No. It hurts so much. They have never felt so full. I need relief now. I can't wait. Please help me."



I acted innocent. I needed her to ask for what I wanted, "Tom I hate to ask this of you. You have been such a gentleman to me. But I am really desparate or I would never ask."



I wanted her to know I would do anything she wanted, "I promise to do anything to help you. Just tell me what you need."



I wanted to suck on her titties. I was begging inside for her to ask, "I need to relieve the pressure. I tried squeezing them but they are too sensitive. The only thing I can think of is that I need you to feed on them like a baby. I am so sorry for asking. I know it is disgusting and I feel terrible. Please just do this for me. Please, I need you."



She was now begging me to suck her milky titties. I was in heaven, "I would do anything for you. How do you want me to do this?"



She unbuttoned her blouse. She was struggling due to her discomfort and I helped her with the last few buttons. I took a deep breath as her slutty lace bra came into view. It showed a nice deep cleavage and her titties looked so swelled and large. The bra had a hook at the front and I took control. I could not be passive any longer and I unclasped her bra from the front. Her tits were beyond heavenly. They were amazing. She had large dark areola and long dark nipples. Her nipples were stiff and erect begging to be sucked. She finally spoke, "Lay down with your head in my lap. Thank you for doing this."



She was grateful for letting me suck her titties. A perfect woman.



I was being gentle deliberately teasing her nipples. I was sucking on her right nipple and my fingers were teasing her left nipple. A dribble of milk entered my mouth and it tasted heavenly. She moaned as I sucked gently, "hmmmmmmm yesssss Iiiiii nnnneeeeedddddddd ttthhhhiiiiiiissssss. Ppppllllleeeeaaaassssseeeeee ssssuuuucccccckkkkk hhhhaaaarrrrdddddeeerrrr."



She grabbed my hands and firmly put them on her tits. She squeezed her tits hard using my hands, "Please keep squeezing them like this. I neeeeeddddd ttthhhheeeee relllleeeeaaaasssseeeeee."



I took this as my queue to start ravaging her tits. I began sucking hard and biting her right nipple as I squeezed hard. Her milk flowed out. I was roughly pinching and rolling her left nipple. The milk was dribbling out. She responded, "Yeeeesssss, ggodddddd yyyyesssss. Beeee roooouuuggghhhh."



She was a slut and she had never had a good fuck. I could feel the heat from her cunt. She was a horny muslim slut in need of my big white dick. I was going to give it to her, just not yet.



Her right tit was getting lighter and it was beginning to dry up. I eased up on the intensity. She asked, "Please suck on my other breasts. You have done good. So good."



She opened her legs a little as I adjusted to her left breasts. I grabbed it with both hands and latched on with my mouth. She had her hands running through my hair, "Tommy you are such a good boy. A really good boy."



There was something really nurturing in the way she was stroking my head. My dick was solid as a rock.



I could smell her cunt now that her legs were open. It was a strong pungent smell coming from her cunt. She smelt like a bitch in heat, she certainly was in heat. I loved the smell of her cunt and I couldn't wait to fuck it.



She was squirming as I sucked her breasts. I wanted this sensation to last forever but all my earlier teasing of her left tit meant there was not much left and it quickly dried up.



I reluctantly let go of her breast and got up. She looked at me with a glazed look in her eyes, she wanted to be fucked but I had a longer game to play. I needed to keep her in need for now.



I broke our eye contact and got up, "I need to shower. I am feeling sweaty after the gym."



She tried to regain her composure without success, "Yes. Of course. Yes." She fumbled with her bra and blouse. I was disappointed those beautiful breasts were out of sight again.



I took off my clothes and boxers in full view of her and picked up my towel. I wanted her to see what her tits did to my cock, "The girl on reception said she would call our room if the other room would be available for tomorrow. Let me know if they call."



********



Sam



My pussy was on fire and the view of his cock sent another strong jolt to my pussy. He was in amazing shape for his age. His penis was so erect and looked so large.



I couldn't deny it. That experience had got my pussy on fire. I was in need.



I got a much needed distraction when the phone rang. I answered it knowing it would be reception, "Hi. This is Anna from reception. I understand you needed an extra room. Well we have a room that has just become available and should be ready in the next hour."



I don't know what came over me, "I am sorry. We have since made alternative arrangements. We will no longer require the room."



She sounded surprised, "Oh, not a problem."



I put the phone down. I went over to the bathroom door to check Tom did not hear the conversation. The door was not fully closed and I could see Tom in the shower. He looked so strong and sexy. He had his penis in his hand and he was gently stroking it.



I hoped he was thinking of the moment we shared. I lifted my skirt and my hand went to my soaked thong and dripping cunt. I pushed my thong to the side and started fingering my pussy. I was so horny and it was Tom that was doing it for me.



I pictured taking his penis in my hands and stroking it. Bending down and taking it into my mouth. It was so beautiful.



I matched the rhythm of my fingering to his stroking. I was already close to cumming but I wanted to hold off until he came. I wanted to cum with him.



I heard him groan as he came. He tried to keep quiet but I was sure I heard him say, "Oh. Sam." Maybe it was just what I wanted to hear. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. I came with him. My legs buckled and I went down on my knees. I kept just looking at him finish his shower as his penis became flaccid. He was a beautiful man.



He was finishing up and I moved away from the door before I was caught. In that moment I had an idea. I wanted to tempt him. I felt how hard he got when I told him about wearing the crotchless thong. I had a pair in my luggage. I quickly changed thongs. It was a red thong and matched the bra I was wearing.



I heard him move around in the bathroom. He must be getting ready to come out. I took off my skirt and bent over pretending to pick up my yoga pants. My ass was facing him and my pussy would be perfectly visible to him.



I could hear him walk into the room. He exclaimed, "Oh my god Sam. I am so sorry. I did not realise you were getting changed."



He walked back in to the bathroom to allow me to change. Why did he have to be such a gentleman.



*******



Tom



She was making it so hard to resist. Her ass looked out of this world and the thong sat perfectly on her body. Her cunt was glistening with juices. This girl was heavenly.



I walked back into the room and apologised, "I am really sorry. I should have checked before I walked back in. I know how important you value privacy."



I didn't feel sorry. I loved seeing her cunt and ass. But I had to be her gentleman.



She was now dressed in her yoga pants and shirt. She kept her hijab and niqab on.



She said, "It is ok. This was bound to happen. You don't need to apologise. I should be sorry. I should have waited for you to finish."



She normally did get changed in the bathroom or when I was out of the room all together, "I do feel terrible though. Did Anna from reception call? She said she could get me a room. So I can give you privacy."



The mention of Anna seemed to make her jealous, "She did call. I told her you didn't need another room. It was costing too much. I don't trust her. I have more than enough privacy as we are. You are a sweet man and I love sharing a room with you."



I liked the jealous vibe from her. It was cute when she got feisty. I said, "I like sharing a room with you too. Do you want to order room service?"



She agreed and I called down for room service and Anna answered, "Hi Anna. It is Tom from room 3008."



I flirted with Anna intentionally as I ordered our meals. From the corner of my eye I could see Sam's eyes narrow in anger. I finally put the phone down and turned to Sam, "They will be around 30 minutes. How are you feeling?"



She was getting short with me, "I am fine."



I played innocent, "Are you ok?"



She was not able to hide her annoyance, "I am fine. Why wouldn't I be?"



I continued to play ignorant, "Is it about before? I am really sorry. I didn't mean to come in when you were changing. I will speak to reception about finding me another room."



She quickly objected, "No. It is not that. I just don't like the way you talk to Anna. I don't trust her. I don't want to see you hurt again."



I didn't want to tease her too much but I liked that she wanted me to herself, "I will be more careful. She is a flirt."



She giggled at this. I think she liked I agreed with her and then I asked, "But seriously you can not tell me that you feel comfortable with me in the room. Do you normally sleep in yoga pants and a shirt?"



She looked at her attire and said, "No I don't wear this. Do you normally wear your boxers to bed?"



I needed to up the ante here. The conversation was too safe, "I sleep completely naked. What would you wear to bed if I was not here?"



I looked at her to see her reaction and her eyes went immediately to my dick. I got the desired reaction, "If I am honest I normally sleep in lingerie."



The food arrived and I helped the porter bring it in and paid him a handsome tip. We just ordered burgers and fries. We ate and the conversation was lost to my disappointment. We moved on to food.



******



Sam



It was nice not having to leave the room. I got into bed that evening in a good mood.



I wanted Tom to hold me again like the night before but he did not move from his side. He said, "You must feel really hot in all that clothing. I know I do in just my boxers. What kind of lingerie do you normally wear to bed?"



I was nervous and did not know how to respond, "Erm. I have a collection of teddys and babydolls that I wear to bed. Sometimes I just sleep in my thong and bra. You can take off your boxers if you feel hot. I want you to be comfortable."



I heard him pull his boxers down under the covers. The sound of him pull down his boxers caused my pussy to get hotter and wetter. I was inviting trouble for myself, "Did you bring any of the lingerie with you? I want you to be comfortable too. It is really hot tonight"



I said, "It is really hot tonight. I bought one babydoll but it is revealing. I am not sure I can wear it."



This conversation was turning me on and I was struggling to keep control, "It is too dark to see anything in here. I don't want you to have an uncomfortable night's sleep. I promise to respect your modesty."



He was always thinking of me and respecting me. I wish I had a man like Tom. I suddenly realised that I really wished I had Tom.



He was right, "I know I can trust you. You are a good man." I went over to my luggage and picked up the red babydoll.



I made a move to go to the bathroom to change but suddenly an idea came to me. I stopped by the side of the bed and took off the yoga pants and shirt. I unclasped the bra and removed it. I got into the babydoll. I could feel Tom's eyes on me even in the darkness. The babydoll hugged my breasts and made them look even bigger. The babydoll was see through and did not leave anything to the imagination. I kept my red crotchless thong on.



I got back into bed and Tom asked, "Why did you not change in the bathroom?"



I wished he knew what I was doing and hoped he would take advantage. I played it innocent, "It is too dark to see anything and I trust you. Tom I just want to say I liked the way you held me last night."



He took his cue and put his arm around me. I could feel his cock snuggle into my ass again. Only this time I just had my thong and I could feel the tip of his dick rub my exposed pussy. He said, "I love holding you. I am happy you chose to keep us in the same room. I would have hated to be on my own tonight."



It made me so happy to hear him say the 'L' word. My pussy felt on fire as it gently rubbed against the tip of his penis. I wanted him to take me, "I am happy too. You have have made this week so enjoyable. I have forgotten all my troubles."



********



Tom



I could feel her naked cunt rubbing against my rock hard dick. This bitch wanted it. The material of her top was sheer and I imagined how she looked. The only word that came to mind was SLUTTY.



I was staring as she changed by the side of the bed. It was very dark in the room but there was just enough light to make out her body. My dick was hard like never before. I wanted this muslim slut.



She suddenly asked, "Tom I told you about my sex life with my husband even though it was non existent. What was your sex life like when you were married?"



Her cunt was dripping with juices and it was soaking my dick. She was horny but I wanted her begging for more, "We had a good sex life. It was a different type of relationship. I gave her everything she wanted in life. But I wanted control sexually and she liked this."



I deliberately left it ambiguous. If she wanted to know more then she would have to ask for it, "What do you mean by control? What would you do?"



I explained, "It is hard to explain. It was a lot of things but an example is I would tell her what to wear from her clothing down to her underwear. This was not just in the bedroom."



It must have dawned on her that tonight it was my suggestion that she wear the babydoll. She seemed intrigued, "Oh. What would you make her wear?"



After seeing her choice of underwear she was obviously aware of the sexier underwear choices, "She had 36d tits so I liked her to wear 1/4 or 1/2 cup bras and she was only allowed to wear string thongs. I picked blouses that put her cleavage on display and I chose short dresses and skirts as I liked her legs to show. It would also allow me to slide my hand up her skirt or dress in a restaurant or bar."



She slowly began grinding against my dick. She was not going to get fucked until she begged for it and I had her where I needed her. She said, "I am 36ee. I could never wear those bras though due to my problem. I only wear thongs but I have only 2 pairs of string thongs. I think I brought one with me. What would you do if she didn't do what you wanted?"



Her responses were interesting. She was comparing herself to my ex-wife, no one could compare to this muslim beauty but it was interesting to know that she wanted me to know how she compared, "We had an agreement that I would punish her if she failed to obey me. It was consensual and we did love each other. The punishments would range from gentle spanking to clothes pins or nipple clamps."



Her pussy was getting hot, her cunt was smelling more pungent than ever before. I just wanted to dive my head between her legs and eat her cunt. She moaned as she continued to grind on my dick, "Hmmmmm. What did you like her to wear to bed?"



She was enjoying this and she did not seem to be phased by the idea of being submissive to a dominant, "Similar to the thong you are wearing tonight. I like open or crotchless thongs. I bought her a collection of erotic lingerie. Would you let your man choose your clothes?"



I wanted to make this about her now, "I would love it if I had someone buy me such naughty things. I think it is so sexy having a man that wants to choose what you wear and buys it for you. Your ex wife did not know how lucky she was. Did you like my thong?"



She wanted my approval, "Can I be honest with you?"



She was horny and eager for my response, "Mmmmm. Yes. Pplease beee ttotallyyy honesttt."



She was horny and close to cumming, "I did like it. And it looked very slutty from that angle. I like it slutty."



I could feel her body stiffen on my dick as she came, "Good. Good."



She fell asleep in my arms.



********



Sam



I was so turned on last night and I just want Tom to dominate and control me. But he was respecting my boundaries.



Tom was behind me. I liked the way his penis always stayed hard against my body. I was feeling that ache in my breasts but I remembered the breast pump was not working. I woke Tom and I asked, "My breasts are aching again. Can you please help me again?"



He said, "It is too dark in here. Can I put the table side light on? I just fear I might hurt you if I can not see what I am doing."



He was so sweet to think of me and I switched my side's table light on, "Is this better?"



He said, "A lot better. You look so beautiful. I love your beautiful silky hair and your babydoll is sexy."



I was not used to compliments from a man and I loved hearing them. I undid the babydoll and let it drop to below my breasts. I was practically naked and exposed to Tom now but for my thong. Tom was looking intently at my breasts.



He did not wait for my cue and just attacked them. He was not gentle this time. He roughly sucked on them and rolled and pinched my other nipple. I knew this shouldn't but he was turning me on more than ever by his rough treatment. He gently bit my nipple and I could not contain my moan, "Ohhhhhhhhhh soooooooooooo gooooooooooddddddd."



I could feel my pussy getting wet. I didn't understand my body. My pussy was constantly hot and wet. I had never been this wet before in my life. I was constantly horny. I wanted him to make the first move. I didn't want him to think I was a slut if I came on to him after a couple of nights.



I moaned again, "Ohhhhhhhh Tommmmyyyyyyyyyy. Yoooouuuuuu aaarrrreeeee sooooooo gooooooddddddd attttt thhiiiiissssssss."



He had switched breasts now and I knew it would be over soon. I wanted it to last forever. He turned me on so much. He finally finished and my nippled popped out of his mouth. I could get used to this every morning.



Tom quickly got up and said he had to go gym. I got up and got ready for the conference today. I had completely forgotten about the whole reason for this trip. I knew Ahmed would be giving a speech at the conference today so I could approach him about the contract.



We got to the conference early and were seated at the front. Ahmed would be giving his speech in the afternoon. My thoughts kept returning to last night and what I wanted from Tom. I wanted Tom but a part of me feared being rejected if I approached him. I thought if I increased our intimacy then maybe he would not be able to resist in the end. I whispered to Tom as we were listening to another talk, "These chairs are really uncomfortable. My back has been hurting all morning."



Tom offered, "I can give you a massage tonight if you want. I was thinking of going out at lunch to pick up your breast pump. I will pick up your massage oils."



I preferred Tom's mouth to any breast pump but the massage was what I wanted to cause the intimacy to increase.



Tom went out during the lunch break and we agreed to eat when he came back. I was waiting in the conference room when I spotted Ahmed. He must have been preparing for his speech. I saw this as my opportunity to approach him. I went up to him, 'Hi Ahmed. I am Sami from RKN in New York. It is nice to finally meet you."



He seemed a bit surprised, "Oh Hi Samia. It is nice to put a face to the voice. How are you and the family?"



I wanted to get to the point, "The family is doing well and I am looking forward to your speech today. How are you and the family? Ahmed we have been trying to get the contract signed but I can never find any time to sit down with you."



He was tall at 6'5" and he had really strong features. He was a very handsome man. He was a really good looking man.



He spoke firmly, "I am staying in the Four Seasons hotel. Meet me at the hotel's restaurant tomorrow evening and we will get this sorted out."



Just then I saw Tom return and I excused myself, "Thank you so much Ahmed. I will see you tomorrow."



I went to greet Tom so we could have something to eat before the afternoon conference talks.



The afternoon went quickly. I paid close attention to Ahmed's speech as I was meeting him tomorrow and this would give me the opportunity to flatter him on the contents.



While we were in the taxi I played up my back pain, "Oh Tom. My back really hurts."



He said, "Once we get back, I will massage it for you. I will not go to the gym tonight. Did you get to speak to Ahmed?"



I said, "Yes. I caught him while you were out. He agreed to meet me tomorrow to finalise the contract."



Tom seemed happy with the news, "That is good. You will finally get what you came for. Where are you meeting him?"



I explained, "He wants to meet at his hotel in the evening tomorrow."



He seemed a bit shocked, "In his hotel room? Are you comfortable with that?"



He had got it wrong, "He just wants to meet in the hotel restaurant."



This seemed to put him at ease, "Oh I see. Do you want me to come with you?"



He was being chivalrous, "I know muslim men and your presence will just make him feel threatened. I have these meetings all the time. You have nothing to worry about."



I liked that he cared and worried about me. He seemed to be getting jealous at the thought of me meeting Ahmed which made me slightly happy.



We got into the hotel room. Tom said, "I will pick up some food while you get comfortable."



I knew what he meant. He wanted to give me privacy to milk my breasts. I wanted him to do it for me. I told him what I would like and he went out to get it.



I was using the new breast pump. It was incredibly frustrating. When Tom was sucking on my nipples I wanted it to last forever but it was always over too quick. The breast pump is so slow and does not compare to a man feeding on your breasts.



After I had finished I wore my babydoll. I had to change my thong this morning due it being too wet after Tom's nipple sucking. I was now wearing a black crotchless thong. I left the side table light on just to give the room enough light.



Tom had seen me now so there was no point hiding in the dark. He was the only man that I did not want to hide from.



Tom came back after an hour with the food. We ate in the room and relaxed. Around 9.00pm Tom asked, "How is your back feeling? I am happy we have some light in the room. I can finally see how amazingly beautiful you are."



His compliments always gave me butterflies, "My back still hurts. Can you still give me a massage?"



He got up and picked up a bottle of massage oil and a towel.



He laid the towel down and asked me to lay down on it.



He then asked, "Do you mind if I take off my clothes? The oil goes everywhere."



My pussy got wet at the thought of his erect cock being naked a few centimetres away from me while his hands were on my naked body, "I don't mind. Do you need me to take off anything?"



He said, "Yes. Please take off the babydoll."



He then turned around and I said, "You don't need to turn around. You have seen everything anyway."



He did not turn back and then said, "I do not want to take advantage. I look if unavoidable. But I would love to admire and appreciate every inch of your body if we were together. You are so beautiful."



He was such a romantic gentleman and I wished we were together. I got back into position on the bed and I said, "You can turn around now."



He came over to me and slowly rubbed the oil into my back. The oil initially felt cold but his hands soon warmed me up. He started on my shoulders and I cooed at the touch of his amazing hands, "Ohhhhhhhh. Where did you learn to be so good?"



He explained, "When I was in college I worked as a masseuse to pay for my way through college. I used to give my ex wife massages if she was good. So I have developed it over time. But I have not given anyone a massage in a long time."



His hands felt so good. My body was feeling so relaxed, "I feel so lucky. I would love to be good for you if this was my reward."



He asked, "Where is the pain? I will focus there."



I had to admit the massage was making me extremely horny. I had slightly parted my legs as my pussy was getting so hot, "It is only lower back."



He moved his hands to just above my thong. His hands felt so amazing. I knew my pussy was on fire and I was dripping. I just hoped the towel below me could cope with the flood of juice coming out of my cunt. As he was massaging my back his fingers were running over the top of my thong. It was turning me on so much. I asked, "Plllleeeeeaassssee mmmaaaasssaaaggggeeee lllloooowwwerrrr."



No matter how hard I tried my voice gave away my horny state. He then calmly said, "Your thong is in the way."



I was literally begging now, "Pllleeeeaaaassssseeeee tttaaaakkkkkeeeee offfff myyyyy thhhhooooonnngggg aaannndddd mmmaasssaaaggggeeee llllowerrrrr."



He gently hooked his fingers into the side of the thong. The thong was plastered to my cunt due to how wet it was. I felt him pull it down down my legs and off. I was sure I heard a sniff after he had taken the thong in his hand but I might have imagined it. I then heard the thong drop on the floor.



His hands were now on my ass cheeks and were gently massaging my fat cheeks. His thumb was massaging around the outside of my asshole. It felt so good and relaxing.



I adjusted my legs further apart to allow him better access.



*******



Tom



The room was filled with the pungent smell of her cunt. She had not been this horny all week. I continued my gentle massage of her ass. I was using my thumb to massage her asshole. She was definitely an anal virgin and I wanted to break this virginity soon. I asked her, "How does this feel?"



Her cunt was definitely enjoying it from the smell and she said, "So good. I feel so relaxed. Ppleeasseee gooo aaa lllitttllleeee looowerrrr."



She wanted my thumb massaging her cunt. She was a horny little muslim slut and soon she would be my submissive muslim sex slave, "Would you follow my orders if this was your reward every night?"



As I asked the question, I moved my hands down to her clit and rhythmically massaged her clit with each thumb eliciting a loud moan from her, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Oh yessssssss. I woulddddddd doooooo annnnyyyyyyttthhhhiiiinnnggggg fooorrrrr thhhiiiissssss."



I picked up the pressure on her clit. She was getting close to orgasm and I asked her, "Do you want to be my submissive muslim slave?"



She moaned loudly and I got my answer, "Yesssssssssssssss. Oooohhhhhhh yyyesssssssss."



She was totally spent and flooded the bed with her cunt. She was now mine. I would claim her tomorrow. She had fallen asleep and I put her to bed.



***********



Sam



Last night was intense. I was out of control by the end and I could not remember what was exactly said but I woke up knowing I wanted Tom after he gave me the most amazing experience of my life.



The day followed our normal routine but I had to focus on getting contract sorted with Ahmed but all day I was thinking about Tom. Tom had said he wanted to talk about us when we got back.



We got back to hotel room at 6.00pm and I had to meet Ahmed at 6.30pm. I said to Tom, "I need to go see Ahmed now. But we will talk when I get back. I promise."



I then left urgently to meet Ahmed. I did not want to miss this opportunity.



*******



Tom



I did not trust this Ahmed character. He seemed to be acting suspiciously by arranging the meeting at his hotel. I decided to follow Sam. I knew this could wreck everything if she thought I was obsessive or did not trust her but I was crazy about her and I wanted to protect her.



I saw her enter the hotel and go to the restaurant area. At least I knew she was being honest with me about her intentions and I could trust her.



I decided to go in and sit at the bar. They were not seated too far from the bar so I could hear their conversation. I was nursing a brandy. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to get drunk when I am spying on Sam but I couldn't sit at the bar empty handed.



From what I could hear of the conversation it was about the typical stuff. But I did not like Ahmed's mannerisms. He was being very controlling. My anger was rising when I heard him order for Sam not giving her a chance to speak up.



They ate and then Ahmed said, "I want the deal and the numbers are good. But I really called you here because I like you. I like a muslim girl that has done well for herself. This is my last night here and I fly out tomorrow morning. Do you want to join me in my room?"



This really pissed me off. I was about to go over to them and punch him in the face. But I had to control myself and then Sam said, "Ahmed I am a good muslim woman. If you treat me with respect then we can meet again in New York when you come next month. But now I need this contract signed or I lose my job. She pulled out the paperwork and Ahmed signed it.



I heard Ahmed say, "Now you owe me at least dinner."



I quickly left before Sam discovered me and waited for her to come out. She did not wait long. I followed her back to our hotel. She went in first and I hung back a few minutes before joining her as she was waiting for the elevator.



I strided quickly behind her worried she might get on to the elevator before I got there. I caught up with her and said, 'Hey Sam. How did the meeting with Ahmed go?"



She said, "It was really good. I managed to secure the contract. It is worth over $5 million. My cut should be 10% for getting it secured. Thank you so much for this week. You have been amazing."



She hugged me tightly. I said, "I didn't trust Ahmed but it looks like you did amazingly well."



The elevator had come down and we were stepping on. She said, "I can handle men like that. I just had to get the deal done. What did you want to talk about?"



I looked into her eyes intensely and I said, "Sam after the last few days I just want to say I have never felt this way about anyone before. I love you."



I wasn't going to be soft or slow about it anymore. I needed to claim her before anyone else tried to make a move. Before she could respond I grabbed her veil and ripped it from her face. I grabbed her from the back of her hijab and I went in for a kiss and held nothing back. My grip on her hijab was strong and it revealed the front of her hair.



She initially balled her hands up in fists but she ultimately relented and started kissing me back. Her tongue sensually entering my mouth. My knee went between her legs to spread them and my hand went to her cunt cupping it. I was going to own her body. I was going to be her master. She moaned into my mouth as I rubbed her cunt through the fabric.



I then grabbed fabric of her clothing and tore it to access her cunt. She was wearing a string thong. I pushed it to the side and entered two fingers into her soaking and dripping cunt. Her eyes opened in shock and she moaned into my mouth.



I was not going to let her ecape for breath. I loved kissing her. I was finger fucking her furiously as we kissed. I could sense she was close to cumming and I pulled out my fingers and let her catch her breath. She was gasping for air.



I grabbed her by the back of her hijab again and kissed her slowly this time. I used my other hand to rip the top of her clothing to reveal her big titties. I broke the kiss to say, "You must be swelling with milk."



Through deep breaths she said, "Yes. Yes I am. Please milk them when we get back to the room."



I told her firmly, "No. I want them now." I tore the top of her dress completely exposing her milkers. I opened the bra. I loved that all her bras seemed to open from the front.



I pushed her two tits together and sucked on both her nipples, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyy godddddddddddd. Neverrrrrrr fellllttttttttt soooooooo goooodddddddddd."



I sucked them intensely and then released them to suck them individually. I muffled, "Your big tits are amazing."



The elevator pinged to signal we were stopping. She pushed me off and I reluctantly let go. She covered herself up the best she could but her dress could not be worn again.



We had reached our floor and she walked ahead of me. Her ass was irresistable. The hallway to our room was empty and it seemed like everyone was out. I couldn't resist any longer. I walked behind her and grabbed her ass tightly spinning her around. My thumb was pushing against her asshole. I brought her back into an intense kiss. I put both hands on her ass and lifted her up.



I carried her the rest of the way to the room. The blinds were open and I pushed her back against the window. I stood her up and ripped her dress fully off and the bra fell with it. She was just in her thong and hijab and the milk around her nipples. I spun her around to face the window. She was on display at the window for the world to see.



She put her arms around her breasts to cover them but I moved them away, keeping her large breasts exposed. I said, "I want you to see the world naked for the first time and I want the world to see what a beautiful and incredibly sexy woman you are."



She took a deep breath. I turned her around and she was expecting a kiss. But I pushed her to her knees. I ordered, "Take off my clothes and suck my cock."



She seemed eager for this, she hurriedly opened my belt and let my trousers drop to the floor. She pulled down my boxers and took hold of my cock. She gently pulled my foreskin away from the head and began licking the head.



I grabbed the back of her hijab and held her as she licked my cock. I wanted her to take me deeper and I wanted to taunt her, "Is this halal meat? Take it deeper."



She she took my cock out to respond, "Mmmmm. Itttt issss haraam infidel meat but I love this meat."



I grabbed her tighter by the hijab and forced her head back on my cock, "Don't take it out again. Take it deeper."



I began fucking her mouth with my cock. I had a vice like grip on her hijab. I was moving her up and down on my cock.



Her sweet muslim mouth felt so good. She was gagging on my cock as she tried to deepthroat it. This only caused to turn me on and I kept my cock deep in her mouth. She was a novice but her eagerness to please made it thrilling.



I could feel my cock was about to cum, "Take my haraam infidel cum down your throat. Swallow every drop."



My cum came shooting out as I held her hijab tight. I could feel it tear in my hands.



I kept her mouth on my cock until it softened. I then removed it from her mouth and lifted her to her feet. I said, "That was amazing. Thank you."



She said, "You should never thank me. You are the only man to love me and I want to show you how much I love you." I held her and kissed her deeply.



I broke the kiss and turned her to face to window. She put her palms on the window, "You have been hidden from me and the world. You are a sexual being and the world can now appreciate it. It is now my turn to give you the pleasure you just gave me. I want to show you how true my love is."



I hooked my finger into the side of her thong and I slid it down. I ordered her, "Lift your leg so I can take out the thong."



She obliged and I lifted the thong to my face, "Your cunt smells heavenly."



I parted her legs and slowly moved my hands up her legs. I slapped her ass gently. She had an amazing body and I can not believe it was wasted by her ex husband. I got down on my knees and my face was directly behind her ass.



I slowly parted her ass cheeks and I admired her asshole and cunt. A waft from her cunt hit my nostrils and it only caused to inflame my desire. I admired her cunt intently. I could see a thick glob of cunt juice drip from her cunt, "You are a goddess. I want to worship you."



I could not resist any longer. I dived in to her juicy cunt.



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Sam



I moaned out loud against the window as I felt his tongue enter my cunt, "Oooohhhhhhhhhh allllaahhhhhhhhhh."



It felt so good. He was so aggressive in attacking my cunt. I had never felt such desire from a man before. I was naked in front of the whole world but instead of shame I felt proud that I was able to share my sexual desires with a man that loved me.



He was ravaging my cunt with his mouth. It felt so good. I knew I was dripping like a waterfall but I just wanted it to last forever.



His fingers were rubbing my clit as his tongue was ravaging my cunt.



I all of a sudden felt his tongue leave my cunt but they were soon replaced by his fingers in my pussy, "Oh yes. Yes. Pleaaassseee ffuuccckkkkkk myyyy mussllimmmm pusssyyyyy."



I then felt a new sensation at my asshole. I could feel his nose enter my asshole. This was so unexpected. I then heard him say, "Your ass smells so good."



He then pulled back and I heard him spit and then felt the saliva drip onto my asshole. He quickly followed this with his tongue. My ass was convulsing. I loved this new sensation, "Please lick my fragrant ass. Pleaasseeeee looovvveeeeee meeeeeeeee."



He continued to lick. His tongue was matching the rhythm of his fingers. He was tongue fucking my ass and fingering my cunt at the same time. I moaned like a slut, Ohhhhh alllahhhhhh. Love me. Love me. Loveeeeee meeeeee haarrrddderrrrr."



My orgasm was building and I could feel my milk start leak on to the window. My breasts were now pressed against the window. The cold sensation felt so good.



Tom fell backwards and gasped for air. He seemed to be finished but then he said, "I am not finished yet. Sit on my face."



I needed more. I needed to cum on his face. I fell back and sat on his face.



I did not remain passive this time. I started riding his face. He was more aggressive alternating between my ass and my pussy. I was in sexual bliss. I grinded hard against his face.



I moaned loud, "Tongue my assssss. Loovveee meeeee harrdddeerrrrrrr. Sooooo clooossssseeeeeee."



I could not control myself as his hands reached up and squeezed my breasts, my milk came spurting out and I moaned out loud, "Ohhhhhhhh babbbbyyyyyyyy. I loooovvvveeeeeee yoooouuuuuuuuu."



It was the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced and I collapsed to the side.



Tom sat up and his face was flushed with my juices. I sat up next to him and kissed him deeply. I could taste myself on him. He was completely drenched in my juices. I had let out a torrent of fluids as I came.



I said, "That was amazing. I have never experienced anything like that."



He said, "I want to show you all my love."



He did love me, "You have proven that and more. You are my white knight."



I truly loved Tom. He had saved me from my life.



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Tom



I removed her hijab. I finally saw her. All of her. She was now mine. I said, "You are the most beautiful and desirable woman I have ever seen. I love you and I promise to cherish you. You are now mine forever"



I lifted her and took a nipple from her leaking breasts into my mouth. I wanted to ravish those amazing breasts.



I took her to the bed and buried my head between her tits. I alternated sucking between the two tits and then I got an idea, I wanted to fuck her tits.



I straddled her tits and squeezed her tits around my dick. I slowly started fucking her big tits, "Your tits are fucking amazing. I wanted them the first day I saw you in the office. If I knew you were milking, I would have fucked you a long time ago."



She licked the tip of my dick as it went up and down her pillowy breasts. This was heaven for me. She held her tits tightly around my cock as I began to fuck her tits harder.



She moaned, "Ohhh yyyessssd babbbbyyyyy. Fuccckkkk ttthhheeeeesssseeeee titttiiiesssssss. Yoouuu shhhouullldddd hhhaaavvvveeeee fuuuccckkkkeeeddddd mmmeeee lllooonggggg agggooooo."



She then said, "I worship your glorious cock. Give me your godly cum."



I could not hold back and I came all over her face and tits.



I was spent and collapsed on the bed.



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Sam



He had sprayed his cum over my face and it felt amazing. I had missed out on so much in my sex life and I wanted to make up for that.



I was not finished and I wanted him to cum inside me before the night was over.



He was laying on his belly. I got behind him and spread his legs. I gently separated his ass cheeks and stared at his sweet asshole. I had read in one of my erotic books that licking a man's asshole is one way of getting his cock erect again.



I began kissing his asshole. He seemed to react positively and I was getting so turned on at being this naughty. I began to lick his ass. I was surprised at how good it felt. I could see an instant reaction in him and I could see his cock start to come back to life.



I used my hand to gently stroke his cock back to life. He moaned and said, "You are an insatiable horny muslim slut."



I knew it sounded offensive but I found it exhilirating and it only caused me lick his ass more fervently and stroke his cock furiously.



This spurred him on, "Lick my asshole you horny muslim bitch. Stroke my big white infidel cock."



The more he spoke the more turned on it was making me. The nastier his comments the wetter my cunt was.



He then said, "You fucking horny cunt. You want this big white cock in your horny muslim cunt. You want it spreading that tight muslim cunt. You want to be a slave to my cock. You want to serve it."



He was right and I could not resist any longer. My cunt was in desparate need.



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Tom



As she turned me around for a second I thought I may have ruined it but then I saw the fire in her eyes. She pinned me down with her arms and gently eased her cunt on my cock.



She had an expression of pure unadulterated lust as she gently lowered herself on my cock.



The talk was turning her on and I wanted to push it, "I want to unleash your muslim slut. I want to turn you into my personal whore. I will fuck you when and where I want. I want you to wear what I want. I want to control you."



She was riding faster and faster. The milk was dripping from her nipples on to my chest.



She moaned, "Yesss. YESSSSS."



I wanted her to say it, "Are you my whore? Are you my personal fuck toy? Are you my muslim sex slave?"



She moaned louder as the milk streamed from her tits soaking me and the bed, "Yessssss. Yesssssss. Fuckkkkkkkk yesssssss."



I wanted her to say it, "Say it. Tell me what you are."



Before she could answer I quickly raised my hands and squeezed her breasts so that her milk streaked on to my face and in my mouth. She tasted better during sex.



She moaned even louder as I squeezed, "Yes I ammmmmm. Whooorrrrrrrrrrre. Fuccckkkkkkk toooyyyyyyyy. Sexxxx sllavvveeeeee."



She was mine, "You will be my live in sex slave. You will move in as soon as we get back. And I will control your body from today forward."



She all of a sudden turned me around and I was on top, "Yesssssss. Buttt yoouuuu mmussstttt giivvvveeeee meeeee infiidddelllll babbbbyyyyy firstttttt."



I started to fuck her hard and fast and pumped my cum in her.



As my cum left my dick I collapsed on top of her. My dick softened inside her.



I began to kiss her. It started gently as I kissed her lips. She slid her tongue inside my mouth. She was behaving like a horny slut and this was causing my softening dick to harden again inside her pussy. She reacted to this and hips began to buck and hump against my hardening cock.



I met her tongue with mine. Our tongues were rubbing against each other and intertwining. Our saliva was mixing, our mouths open and tongues deep in each others mouth.



I grabbed her by the hair and kissed her more intensely. The intensity caused me to be rougher and I pulled her hair back as I began to ravage her mouth. She seemed to be loving it and was now furiously humping against my cock.



But I knew what I wanted now. I wanted her halal ass.



I roughly turned her around and started kissing her back. She was such a beautiful specimen and I could spend hours admiring her.



I grabbed the massage oil from the side table and spread it over my hand. I gently spread the oil over her ass cheeks. She moaned as I massaged her ass. I slowly moved to my goal and my massaging got lower. I gently fingered around her asshole with my right hand.



I popped my thumb beyond her ring and she yelped in surprise. I gently massaged my thumb in and out trying to get it ready for my cock. Her asshole began to open and relax. I adjusted so that my hard cock was now at the entrance to her asshole. She said, "Please don't. Anal sex is haraam in my religion."



I ignored her pleas and simply said, "Your ass is mine. I am your allah now and you must obey me."



I was testing her submission. She responded by moaning, "Ohhhhh. Yooouuuuu arrreeeeee myyyyy allllaaahhhhhhh. Pleeeaaassssseeeeeeee fffuccckkkkkkk myyyyyy asssssss. Yooouuuuuuu owwwnnnnnnn meeeeee."



I gently eased my cock in her asshole. Claiming the final hole. I grunted, "You are my muslim whore. My muslim slut. I own your body."



She moaned in response as I began to build up a rhythm, "Yesssss. Mmmmmm. Ohhhhhh. Yesssss. Feeeellllssssss soooo goooddddddddd. I looovvvvveeeeeee yooouuuuuuu."



As her ass adjusted on my cock I was able to pump faster. Building to my orgasm. I could sense she was close to cumming. Her hand was under her rubbing her clit. I raised her body up against mine and turned her head to engage in an intense kiss. My hands going to her tits and giving them a hard squeeze.



I wanted to push her resistance further, "How much do you love me? If I chose to share your body with another man or woman. Would you follow my orders?"



She was pushing back harder against my cock. I heard her moan, "Yessssssss. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yessssssss. Iiiii ammmmmm yourrrrssssss."



I was roughly playing with her nipples eliciting louder and louder moans.



She was on edge and so close. I moved my hand to join hers in rubbing her clit. I moved her hand and replaced with mine. I wanted to control her orgasm.



I asked, "Do you want to cum?"



She almost screamed, "Yessss. Pleasssseeeee lettttt meeee cummmm."



I gently circled her clit. Ever so slowly. Keeping her on edge. I asked, "How desparately do you want to cum?"



I knew the answer but I wanted to hear the depths of her submission, "Pllleeeasssseeeeeeee. Iiiii ammmmmm sooooo dessssssppppperrrrraaaattttteeeeee."



I kept her teethering on the edge, "What will you give to cum?"



She was going crazy with need, "Annnnyyyyttthiiingggggg. Pllllleeeeeassseeeeeee jjjussssttttt maakkkkeeeee meeeeeee cummmmmm."



I slipped two fingers into her burning hot cunt and roughly rubbed her clit with my thumb while my other hand was aggressively squeezing her tits.



We both came in the most intense orgasm imaginable.



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Sam



The rest of the week I did not let Tom leave the hotel room and we fucked at every opportunity.



I moved in with Tom shortly after and I am pregnant with his infidel baby.