Welcome to my new story on this site.
In this part of the story, we’re gonna know how Tarak, who has a fetish of fucking girls who wear head veils, and them alone.
Send your comments to [email protected], or add me on hangouts. (Btw, I’m a man.)
Now, without further due, let’s get to the story…
~story starts
Tarak, 22 was a bachelor student at a university, when he was introduced to Niya, 25, who was the younger sister of the wife of a family friend, who was the owner of many jewelry shops in the high-class area where they lived.
Niya was a beautiful woman. She was very fair and her lips were bright red even without makeup. Any healthy man would run wild after seeing those two, alone.
They met at an engagement party of the above-mentioned businessman.
“Come here, Tarak…meet Niya. Niya, Tarak,” Tarak was introduced to a girl wearing long sleeves long dress and a head veil.
“Hi, nice to meet you, Niya,” Tarak said as he pointed his right hand towards her in a shake-hand gesture.
Niya looked at his hand for a few seconds, before she held his hand, and he shook her.
But instead of letting go, she felt like he was holding it for a bit too long, and at that time too, he was holding her hand a bit tightly, even though not tight enough to hurt her. But it made her reluctant to pull back.
Above all, he was rubbing the area between her thumb and index fingers, throughout the time he was holding her hand.
After all, she didn’t wanna let go either. This wasn’t the first time she was holding the hand of a man unrelated to her in her culture, and his hand felt firm, holding which she felt somewhat…protected.
“So…why not you guys talk to each other? I’m gonna go,” the girl who introduced them to each other said, as she walked off.
Tarak had a plan. She started talking to her as he walked away, but also, towards the staircase.
“…So, Niya…how are you?”
“Fine, I guess.”
“You’re married, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So where’s your husband today.”
“At work.”
“So he couldn’t come today?”
“Isn’t that obvious…?”
Even though she stepped on the staircase after him, answering him, as you can see, her answers were somewhat rude. To some extent, she wanted to drop the conversation on the spot as soon as possible. On the other hand, she liked the way Tarak patiently kept asking her questions. After all, Tarak looked like a more pleasant, and above all fit fellow, compared to any man of her culture that she’d interacted with…especially her husband that she had to see on a regular basis.
The engagement party was on the first floor, or as the British say, the ground floor. Now, Tarak and Niya had reached the second floor.
“Where are you going, Tarak?”
“Isn’t that obvious? To a washroom. I didn’t show you but…I really can’t hold it,” he said with a shy smile. She laughed, silently.
“Can you show me where that is? I’d be really glad if you do.”
“Oh, that’s nothing, come on,” Niya said, leading the way.
The second floor was basically empty except for these two.
Now they were away from the staircase. They walked towards the men’s washroom.
“Here, go inside,” Niya said directing her index finger at a door.
“Thanks, Niya,” Tarak said as he held the door ball.
This was when Niya noticed something. His large bulge on his pants over his crotch.
He was definitely having an erection and if his dick was as big as it looked, that would definitely be larger than that of her husband’s.
She felt threatened. She wanted to go.
“Uhm…You can get it done and come back downstairs, right? Imma go,” Niya said as she turned back.
~sex starts
~foreplay starts
That was when Tarak couldn’t wait any longer. He held Niya by her wrist, and pulled her towards himself.
“Tarak, ugh…What are you doing? Lemme go,” she said as Tarak pinned her against the wall, holding both her wrists over her head using first his both hands, and then his left hand only.
“Shhh…” Tarak silenced her with his index finger against her lips. The touch of his index finger against her lips and his right grip on her both wrists already started turning her on. She loved getting dominated and even though this man wasn’t her husband, and especially because of the taboo nature that’s in this encounter, she was even wildered now.
Tarak slowly pressed his right index and middle fingertips into her lips. She didn’t resist for much longer. She parted her lips and let his fingers through.
“That’s it, good girl,” Tarak said as he started playing with her tongue. That gave a little smile to her face.
“Tarak,” she spoke as he pulled his fingers out her mouth, “do we really need to do this?” But even as she asked so, her resistance had already loosened on her hands and Tarak felt that she was just letting him hold her wrists over her head. Tarak let her wrists go, and she slowly put them down.
They kept looking at the eyes of each other before he held her shoulders and pulled her into himself.
He hugged her tightly, throwing his arms around her body and her arms, and as he got her tightly pressed against himself, he started eating her mouth.
“Mmmh…” She started moaning, with her eyes closed.
While kissing her, he felt her body too. He first kept massaging her ass cheeks with his hands. His grip was strong and she felt that but she never wanted to stop him. The pleasure of pain was something she always craved for. She always wanted more than what her husband did ie just work his way to an erection, get relieved inside of her, and leave.
She wanted more than that, and Tarak was now giving it. Something said to her that she was gonna leave the scene satisfied.
After massaging her ass cheeks, he rubbed her thighs, and then went back up. He squeezed her shoulders for a while, and then, he placed his palms on her tits over her dress. Doing so, he broke the kiss.
“Ah,” she gasped feeling his rough hands on her semi-erect nipples. They were looking into the eyes of each other, and soon her hands were on his.
She wasn’t trying to push his hands away. Rather, she was trying to keep them on her tits, and Tarak wasn’t gonna disappoint.
They both smiled at each other as Tarak kept massaging her tits.
“Mmmh…You’re so good at this, Tarak…not like my pathetic excuse of a husband…Aaah,” Niya moaned.
“Come here, baby,” Niya said as he held his head with both her hands and pulled him into another kiss. He complied, and as he did so, he hugged her again.
“Mmh, mmmh,” she was moaning as they kissed.
He loosened her headcover around her neck, and pulled it down a bit, exposing her neck. Then he broke the kiss and pressed his mouth against her neck, starting to eat, as he held her jaw with his left hand and turned her face towards her right.
“Aaah…Oh shit, Tarak…you greedy bastard…mmmh,” she moaned as he kept eating her neck.
His hands went back to her tits, but this time instead of squeezing them, he unbuttoned the first two buttons of her dress.
She tried to unbutton her dress all the way, but Tarak stopped, holding her hands with his, stopping the neck eating, and looking at her eyes.
“Why, Tarak?” Niya asked with a smile but a puzzled voice.
“Wait…just the first two buttons… I have a better idea,” he said as he started pulling her dress up.
As she waited, he pulled her dress up and put it over her head and hands, in a way her eyes and her nose were covered with the garment but her mouth was open. He then turned her around, collected her dress around her arms, and tied them behind her, before pulling her to himself and starting to squeeze her tits from her back. She was wearing only her bra and her panty below her dress and now he was squeezing her tits over them.
“Aaah…Oh, this is so kinky, Tarak…You’re so creative,” Niya moaned.
Tarak held her jaw with his left hand, turned her face to her left and they started sharing a kiss, as he kept working on her tits.
“Mlem…mlem.”
Her hands, which were tied together but downwards, could take hold of his belt on his pants, and she started removing his belt buckle.
He broke the kiss, and started unhooking her bra, as she removed his belt buckle. He then quickly pushed down his pants and let her take his now half erect cock in her hands as he hugged her from behind again and went to playing with her now bare tits and their nipples, after pushing her bra cups to the upper side of her tits. He pinched her nipples, nibbled them and ran circles on her areola with his index fingertips.
She felt his foreskin, which her husband didn’t have, and as she pulled it back, she felt his gland which was like a big bulb. She tried to imagine its size with the way she felt it, and she thought it must be much larger than that of her husband.
“Mmmh…Oh my god, Tarak…it’s so fucking big…and this is so intense.”
Later, Tarak pressed his both index fingers into her mouth, as she was still rubbing his dick up and down.
He placed his wet index fingertips on her areola and rubbed them again. They were fully erect in no time.
“Oh God…Tarak, I think God created you just for this, already.”
“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet, babe,” Tarak said, as he turned her around. His dick went outta her hands.
He then placed her back against the wall and grabbed her tits in his hands, separately, at once.
“Ahhh…babe,” she moaned. He held her tits and pulled them up. He took her right tit close to his mouth and nibbled it up and down with his tongue.
“Mmmh…Tarak…”
“You like that?” Tarak asked, as he bit her nipple.
“Mmmh…aaay,” she moaned in a half hurt half pleasured tone.
Then he twisted her other nipple a bit.
“Aaay…Tarak, are you tryna hurt me, babe? Coz I love the way it hurts…Aaah.”
“Oh I am, babe. Imma hurt you so much that once you go to hell for what you do with me now, it’s gonna feel like a fucking joke to you. You ready?”
“Aaah…yeah Tarak…give it to me baby…mmmh,” she moaned.
He licked her cleavage, getting her tits pressed against his cheeks. Then he sucked her nipples, changing from one to the other, and back, repeatedly. He bit her each nipple lightly and pulled back until they went off his mouth. All the while, from time to time, he mauled them too. He wasn’t all that smooth on her tits and she liked the way he hurt her too.
“Ahhh…Oh my god, Tarak…You’re so crazy…mmah,” she moaned, and kissed his forehead.
By the time he was done with her tits, her tits were red with his finger marks, and they were easily imminent in her fair skin.
He then planted kissed on her skin from her cleavage all the way down to her belly button, which he licked, and slowly bit.
“Aaah…Tarak,” she moaned.
He then pulled down her panty and exposed her shaven pussy, which was dripping already. He took her legs outta her panty which was on the floor now, one at a time.
He pulled her pussy lips apart and licked her pussy once.
“Ahh…” She squirmed trying to suppress a moan.
Tarak stood up and started pulling her towards the wash room. He opened the door of the room next to the wash room and, pulled her in and closed the door.
He should have checked before but didn’t, and gladly, there was nobody else in the room.
Everyone seemed to be busy with the engagement party, while these two were busy with their own party elsewhere.
“Phew, that was close,” Niya said as Tarak started eating her pussy, nibbling her clitoris with his tongue and his right middle finger knuckle.
The combination of rough and soft…His knuckle and his tongue…on both sides of her clitoris, soon threw her off the edge, and she came on his face.
“Oh my God…I’m coming…Aaah…shit,” she moaned as she came and leaned all the way down against the wall.
She was on her knees now. It was then she felt his cock hitting her lips.
“Suck it, baby,” he said. She took his cock in, but reluctantly. Oral sex was frowned upon in her community, and thus restricting her from some good fun.
But she had seen things in porn movies so she got to work.
“Thooh,” she spat on his gland, and then she licked it all over. Then she moved her head forth, taking his cock inside of her mouth.
All the while, her eyes were covered and her arms were tightened behind her back.
Once his cock was somewhat in her mouth, she felt his hands behind her head. He held her head and shafted pushing his whole cock inside of her mouth, making her gag.
“Ggk…” She gagged once as he fully pressed his cock into her mouth.
“Ggk, Ggk,” she started gagging as he started fucking her mouth. Once he was done and removed his cock from her mouth, she turned to her right side and spat a load of her saliva and his pre-ejaculate (aka pre cum) on the floor.
“Oak…Thooh…huh.”
Then, he held her by her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. He then turned her around and started taking her clothing completely off her body.
Once it was off of her, her hands were freed, she could see again and her bra and the head cover were the only garments on her.
He pulled her bra away from her and threw it aside.
He also took off his shirt and out it away soon. He held her shoulders and got her pulled against himself.
“Mmm…” They started kissing each other deeply. She let him kiss her as long as he wanted to.
~foreplay ends
Once he broke the kiss and looked at her eyes, she placed her arms on his shoulders and took his face in her palms. She was looking at him, with eyes full of tears of joy, and a smile.
“Ready for the final showdown, babe?” He asked her and she nodded yes.
He turned her towards the bed, and pushed her to the bed.
~intercourse starts
~intercourse ends
She took off her head veil and put it aside as he too got completely naked and came to bed, kneeling by the end of the bed that was close to a nearby dressing table.
“Come here, Niya,” Tarak called her. “Come here and kneel on your left knee here, and place your right leg on that dressing table…now press your ass towards me, bend your back…That’s it,” he said as he knelt behind her.
Now his knees were on both sides of her left lower thigh and behind her knee.
He threw his both hands around her body, and as he got her tits squeezed in his hands, he started fucking her.
The first time he penetrates her, she felt her pussy widening, and his gland hitting depths that had never been hit before. She covered her mouth with her palms, tightly, to suppress her moan.
His first thrust was painful. As she closed her eyes shut, tears flowed outta her eyes.
But soon enough, she started enjoying it. The pain was no more and despite his hard grip on her tits, that too felt wonderful.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she let go of her mouth and started moaning as she held the nearby top rail of the bed with her left hand for support, and her right hand was on her right thigh.
“Ah…Oh…God…fuck…shit…Oh this is so good…so good…Aaah…shhhiiit! Fuuuck…Oh god, gimme, gimme, gimme,” Niya moaned constantly as he kept fucking her.
As he paced up with time, his grip on her tits was hardening and she could speak less and less real words. At his top speed, all she could do was scream, and her tits were pressed so much they couldn’t be pressed down anymore. She had her right hand on his over her tit and her head was being thrown back and forth with each thrust. Even the bed was making a sound as if it was about to break in half.
“Aaaahh!” She let out a loud scream, as her eyes were shut tight. Her face looked like she was in some kinda severe pain.
She was surprised at his libido. He was nowhere near to coming. Her husband would be done by now.
He let go of her tits, and that’s when her tits, that remained bloodless since he sequenced them the last time, got in some blood. She felt flood flowing into her tits. It took her a while to catch breath after getting her tits released from the punishment.
With his left arm, he got her elbows locked, and with his right hand, he held her hair and pulled them down, making her turn her face upwards and her back backwards. He was careful not to pull her hair too much, though.
As she turned her face upwards and then towards his face, they shared a somewhat long, deep kiss.
While kissing, he held his head with his right hand. Her left hand was still on the bed, holding it for support.
After breaking the kiss, he still kept looking at her eyes, and she was looking back at his. They smiled.
“Will we do this again sometime, Tarak?” She asked, now able to catch some breath.
“Of course, babe, but now, let’s be dive with this,” he said as he let go of her hair, held her hip and started fucking her faster than ever.
“Oh my Gooodd! Oh fuck, fuck, shit…aaah! Fuck me harder….Gooodd!” She was moaning, and screaming, as he was fucking her uncountably fast.
“Tell me, are you your husband’s slut or are you my slut now?”
“I…I’m your slut, Tarak.”
“So my slut will do what I say, right?”
“Yes…Yes Tarak.”
“From now onwards, you’ll not speak to me unless spoken to, and you’ll call me “sir”. Did you get that?”
“Yes.”
He got her neck in his right hand and got her pulled at himself, holding her neck.
“Yes what, slut? Hmm? Yes what!?” He asked as he slapped her left cheek twice with his right hand.
“Ggk…Yes sir,” she said, and he let of her neck.
“Good girl,” he said as he held her hip with his both hands and kept fucking her, reaching his full pace yet again.
Now she was almost breathless. She wasn’t making any sound. He didn’t ask her to, either.
He pressed his right index and middle fingers into her mouth and down her throat, as he held her neck with his left hand. He sent his fingers down until she started to squirm.
“Ggk,” she gagged as she squirmed. He pulled his hand out and slapped her right cheek, thrice, before holding her neck with both hands and fucking her again.
As she lifelessly moved back and forth with each thrust, her eyes were almost rolling back, and her hair was thrown around too. Her grip on the bed was loosened, and her hand fell down.
Soon her head also fell forth and her entire body was under his control.
It was when he let of and slowly laid her in the bed.
It was no longer time to play master and slave.
She was exhausted. She took a few minutes to regain her strength and stand up and off the bed.
She turned towards him, slowly. “Still ready to go, Tarak?” She asked. He nodded yes.
He then held her both tits in his hands and got her pressed against the wall. As his neck pressed against the right side of her neck and her left leg was thrown around his lower body, he started fucking her.
This time, he wasn’t going as fast as before. He didn’t wanna exhaust her like before.
He stopped eating her neck and looked at her eyes. As he held her left thigh in place with his right hand and her right ass cheek with his left, she took his face in her hands, and pulled him in for a kiss.
They started kissing each other, silently but deeply. Their eyes were closed.
After he broke the kiss, they kept looking into the eyes of each other. They didn’t talk and they didn’t smile. He smiled later, but she remained with her empty glance.
He didn’t start master and slave part again. She didn’t seem fit enough for that anymore. He just kept pumping her.
Later, as he pulled her thigh up, and hugged her tight, pulling her hair down from her behind, all with her right hand while still fucking her. Now her left knee was up.
“Aaah,” she let out a moan but didn’t resist. She made a small smile.
He turned her around in the same position and fell on the bed.
“Ahh,” she let out a hiss, as they fell and his cock pressed into her with the fall.
“Oh God, I think you hit me in depths that nobody has hit before,” she moaned as she bent forth for a kiss, which he accepted and kept for a while, skill fucking her.
“Bitch, I’m the only man other than your husband that has fucked you,” he said as he kept fucking her. She just smiled, and placed her palms on his cheeks.
“Never thought sex could be this enjoyable, Tarak. I was totally bored out and horny.”
“So you’re not horny now or something?”
“That’s not that, you silly boy,” she said with a wider laugh now.
“I’m a woman. We’re always a bit horny so men can turn it up and have us. Our bodies aren’t like yours inside or outside.”
“Of course, otherwise this would be gay,” he said with a wide smile. She rubbed her back with her finger tips.
“Haha…yeah…” She said as her eyes rolled up and her back arched. It was her second time. She didn’t scream like before but he felt her juice hit his crotch.
The more he fucked her and the more he came, the more she felt like life left her body. She wanted him to end up soon, or she wouldn’t be going home that day.
“Tarak.”
“Hmm.”
“I think I already can’t feel my own legs.”
“Good, by the time I’m done, you won’t feel anywhere on your body,” Tarak said with a wild smile as he kept pumping her.
“Hey, I need to get back home too,” Niya also said, with a wild smile.
He held her neck with his left hand and slapped her left cheek lightly with his right hand. She still smiled.
“Horny ass whore, look at you. Getting fucked by someone other than your husband, and that too by someone even outside of a culture, all while your “sister” is getting engaged downstairs.
“You’re a fucking whore, you know that?”
“Yeah, I do, Tarak.”
“You’re my whore now.”
“Yeah, I am, Tarak.”
“Who else are you gonna fuck?”
“Any man you want me to be with, Tarak.”
“That’s good, slut.”
He knew just the person who would wanna fuck his new slut, but he lived across the ocean, far from home and even farther from coming over there anytime soon. More of him later.
“Okay, I think I’m about to come,” Tarak said as he withdrew from her and knelt down.
~sex ends
One shot after another, he came on her body, in more than one place. She closed her eyes and accepted it all that fell on her face.
“Help me up, Tarak. I can’t feel my own legs…in fact, I can’t feel much of myself at all right now,” she said while still in bed…
…by the time he was done preparing and Tarak went back downstairs, the girl who introduced the two came to meet them.
“Tarak…you and Niya were gone all the time! Where were you two?”
“Oh, she was sick, so I guided her to a room upstairs. She’s still sleeping there. I think we shouldn’t disturb her,” Tarak said, moving away, before he was asked anything else.
The naughty smile on the girls face gave away to Tarak that she didn’t believe a single word he said.
“You tell this to anyone and you’ll be next on the line,” Tarak said with a little smile as he winked. She smiled back, passionately…
~story ends
…thank you for reading my story, and this one will continue further, so don’t forget to check my stories regularly.
Or you can lemme know through email, [email protected] (Please, I’m a man. Don’t assume otherwise.)
Or, we can connect on hangouts and I’ll let you know as soon as the next part of this series is out. You can also ask about my other running series and I’ll answer those questions too.
You can comment on my stories or you can tell me your own experiences so I can write them into stories later, for you.
Don’t forget to comment, and share with your friends.
I’ll be back soon.