This made me feel more excited, and the urge to flaunt my curves grew each day. I am a sexually curious woman who looks innocent in hijab. But at the same time, I’m wild with the same hijab when I feel horny. I am mostly inclined towards the BDSM fetishes.
I identify myself as one of the sluttiest people you will ever come across. 34c-30-36, these are my measurements of my assets. Moving with a quiet grace, the black hijab flowed around me, covering me completely. Only my large, dark eyes peeked through, adding a sense of mystery to my gentle presence.
My life turned upside down around a year ago when I met Sam on Fetlife. We clicked instantly as we shared a lot in common. Though he was not interested in sex, the desire to have a Muslim sub under his control made him feel kinky and hot.
Knowing that I needed to follow each and every command, my anticipation grew as his desire did. We enjoyed ourselves for a brief period before flying abroad a few months ago. We couldn’t talk as much as we did, as he was still settling. The time difference made it even harder.
One fine evening at college, I saw his name flash on my phone as he called me. It brought back all the memories. I was aroused just at the sight of his name. I picked up instantly. He told me that he is in India for some work and asked if I missed him. Honestly, I missed his kinks.
They made me feel alive, and I nodded my head, saying yes to him. I heard him chuckle and told me to be ready. He had planned something kinky for me. He had thought of it for some time, to make me do. Hearing this from him, as I was already starting to get wet.
I knew he had something devilish planned for me. It was a Thursday evening. I had just gone out of my college as my Dom told me to leave early. I was wearing a kurti and salwar, with nothing underneath. He had ordered me to remove my undergarments and put them in my bag.
He ordered me to get an auto. I signalled an auto and got in. The driver was a man around mid-30s. He looked decent and sincere. I settled into the auto while Sam was on call. I had my AirPods on. Meanwhile, the Dom ordered me to pull my kurti down.
I pulled it down on his command so that the driver could grab a clear view of my deep cleavage. I followed his orders as a good bitch would, and I flaunted my cleavage. I could see that the driver was adjusting his view through the rear-view mirror to take me all in.
Sam commanded that I lower my torso so that he could explore my cleavage as deeply as possible. When I did so, he was surprised at the sight of me being completely nude underneath. How easily he was able to see my nipples.
Afterwards, Sam made another command: to speak with him regarding my sexual experiences and relationships. He asked me whether or not I have had any male partners. I mentioned that I have sexual urges despite not having a partner at any given time.
I could sense the excitement in him, hearing all this. He was getting more open with me. He slowly started calling me “Tu” instead of “Aap.” I can feel the sudden shift in the air when he ordered me to show my boobs, pretending it was an accident.
I flashed my tits like it’s an accident. The driver was excited, and then he started deliberately driving the auto into potholes. When I told Sam about this, he told me to ask him directly if he had seen my boobs. He told me to ask him in cheap words.
So, I asked him, “Aapne mere chuche dekhe kya abhi?” (Did you see my boobs?)
His expression suddenly changed like he had seen a ghost. He replied, “Sach bolu toh itne gore boob pehle kabhi dekhe hi nahi, sirf filmon mein hi dekhe hai.” (Honestly, I’ve never seen such fair boobs.)
Hearing his reply, the Dom got excited and told me to ask him if he wished to touch them. I asked him, “Touch karne ka mann hai kya inko?” (Do you feel like touching them?)
After that, he started driving very fast down an abandoned road and stopped. He turned around and tore apart my kurti, then started pressing my boobs softly and then roughly, saying, “Yaar itni soft skin hai teri, randi.” (Hey, how’s your skin so soft, you bitch!)
Hearing this, the Dom ordered me to curse myself more so he could know my true value. I said, “Haan randi hoon main, kutiya, mardon ke paon ki jooti hun.” (Yes, I’m a slut, a bitch meant to be the footwear of men).
After listening to me, he tore my salwar and made me completely naked. Then he said, “Chal kutiya, bahar utar, dekhne de dhang se is Muslim randi ki aulaad ko.”(Come on bitch, get down, let me inspect you slutty Muslim woman).
I got out of the auto naked, wearing just high heels strapped around my legs in the bright moonlight. Suddenly, I heard Sam ordering me to kneel down in front of the auto-wala and beg him to fuck me there. I kneel down on the dirty road.
The Dom also told me to call the auto-wala “malik.” I begged, “Malik, kya aap iss randi kuttiya ki gaand maroge please?”(Master, can you fuck this bitch’s ass?)
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my hair pulling it up. When I looked up, his pants were down, and his dick was erect, saluting my face. He positioned himself at my anal hole, and he slid it in. That was the beginning of my damn pleasure.
His cock felt so good inside me. The high in breaking the shackles of my conservative nature, which I attained from my family. Like a good bitch, I took all the hardcore fucking, his cock invading my bloody ass.
I felt like flying in heaven. The slut in me swallowed and cleaned his dick completely. Then he said, “Ruk randi, moot ke aane de mujhe.” (Wait, bitch, let me pee.)
Sam was enjoying listening to the moans of his sub. He told me to stop the driver, ordered me to beg the driver, “Iss randi ke hote hue malik, aapki kahin aur mootne ki kya zarurat hai?” (Being the Master of this bitch, what’s the need to pee elsewhere?)
I opened my mouth after saying this, and he peed inside my mouth. I drank it. He said, “Sachi bolu, teri jaisi randi zindagi mein nahi dekhi hai. Saali gazab ki kuttiya hai tu, maza hi dila diya hai tune toh aaj.” (Honestly, I’ve never seen a slut like you. You’re a good bitch. You’ve given me a lot of enjoyment today).
Then he made me sit inside the auto again, naked, covered in cum and piss, with nothing to hide myself. With this, part one of my encounters comes to an end.