Aisha's Ordeal

BRIDES OF Páqéstän

OBLIGATORY AND OBVIOUS DISCLAIMER: The following story is completely fantasy and the events, places and characters are all purely for the reader’s spicy, and kinky pleasure. It has themes of inter-faith sex, male domination, faith and race play, impregnation, cheating and cuckoldry. If this is not something you are interested in, please do not read it. These things are generally considered bad, so don’t do any of them. Don’t even watch porn about them, just read stories where no actual human being even has to pretend they are happening. Cool? This is a sexual fantasy that is hot in your head but never in reality. So don’t do them. Glad we had this chat.

Aisha Khan aka Aisha Uqbah Malik slowly opened the door from the bathroom. Her neck was nearly crimson from shame and humiliation, but the man eagerly awaiting her return saw nothing but a blushing, young bride about to reveal her secrets to him. The innocent young biwi had done as she was instructed. She wore the white, silk baby doll that she had worn on her wedding night and the tiny, skimpy panties that went with it. Just minutes before, she had watched in grief as the man had gone through her closet fingering dresses trying to figure out what he wanted her to wear.

She shuddered when he paused at the dress bag storing her wedding lehenga and accessories. The man must have sensed her trepidation because a crooked smile crossed his face as he eyed the gorgeous young Páqéstäní bride standing nervously before him. Aisha had met him at her door wearing a beige kameez-salwar and sandals – fairly usual attire for the pious and shapely Músalmán beauty. Her georgette designer kameez with sequins work unwittingly emphasized the large, firm mummáys that the colorful chemise hid. Her long, shapely legs seemed to be slightly unsteady. The young bride had never felt so nervous in her life! Her heart pounded uncontrollably! And yet it was her husband, Hadeed Malik, who she was saving from ruin!

The Hindéstání kãffír man knew that she was going to do whatever he wanted. His groin tightened with the thought of the gorgeous fair-skinned Páqéstäní beauty kneeling before him sucking his thick uncircumcised lúnd with her puffy pakeezah lips or laying on her bed, legs spread wide, taking a good hard fuck from him. He was determined to claim the beautiful and conservative Múslimah bride for himself.

Aisha shuddered as he unzipped the bag and began to hold up the bridal lingerie that she had worn for her darling shouhar on their wedding night.

“Haai Állh! Please, not that,” she said almost in a whisper.

The man looked at her without a shred of empathy.

“Arrey!” the man replied. “Don’t be so shy.” he said after a moment’s reflection, “this is what you will change into.” He handed her the clothing. “Put on the baby doll. You have got some real nice and big Páqéstäní mummáys. This should show them off real nice.”

He saw her face flush red with shame.

He recognized her hesitancy. “I don’t think you want to argue over something as important as the future of your shouhar’s employment,” he reminded her. “Go put this on.”

Her big brown eyes stared at him uncomprehendingly. Her gorgeous pale face revealed the shock that she felt in being treated like a sex object. Her full, red lips were slightly parted and her soft tongue wet her lips nervously as if she was going to protest. But considering what her real options were she hesitated.

After just a moment, the young Páqéstäní bride realized that she had no choice. She told herself to be strong. She reached for the items that he held and turned to walk away. The dark-skinned man stared at her shapely safedi gaand and legs. His loda throbbed in his pants. He couldn’t wait to have his uncut Sanskari lúnd buried deep in her izzatder Páqéstäní Músalmáni choot.

“Don’t make me wait long, raani,” he said as he moved into the bedroom and sat on the bed. “I want to know how anxious you are to help your shouhar out of his mess.”