Random smut stories with plot

by Jokiba

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16. Milfing the Muslima

Milfing the Muslima

FuzzyWuzWriting

Summary:

A Commissioned Work

A young married Muslim woman trying to help her neighbors. Their young son, too clever and talented for his own good. It was a temporary arrangement, soon it would destroy her entire world.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

"Shoddy, Mr. Flynn. I may need to have words with your parents. They clearly chose a lesson plan beyond your capabilities." Zara Abdallah was not an educator, but she was fairly well educated herself. In her mid 20's, she didn't expect to be talking down to a young white boy, but life comes at you fast.

Flynn McDonnel was a young boy with burnished auburn hair and thick freckles on his pale cheeks. He was a strong willed and clever boy who was used to getting what he wanted. Mrs. Abdallah seemed to be determined to make things difficult for him though, and it was starting to get on his nerves. Especially the way she said his name like it left a bad taste in her mouth.

He hadn't thought too much of the hijab wrapped lady who lived across the hallway. His family lived in the apartment that took up half the floor, while Zara and her husband lived in the other. He used to only see her once or twice a week and only in passing.

She seemed pretty enough… the little he could see. An exotic beauty hidden away in a hijab. Caramel skin, large almond shaped hazel eyes, and plump lips. Not to mention what seemed like some serious curves under her ever present bed sheets.

All of that changed now that he was spending every day with her.

"Inshallah… Mr. Flynn, you might just be hopeless. I know you're probably counting on your parents' money to help you when you're older, but if this is the best you can do I can only assume you'll squander it and end up on the streets." She sniffed, shaking her head as if sad for the boy's potential fate. Then she smacked the sheet down onto his desk.

"Redo this portion here and don't bother me till it's done." Zara sneered slightly. "I would try to hurry this time, your lunch will be getting cold."

She turned to leave his room. Her abaya flaring up for a moment before settling on the woman's hidden curves. That body of hers seemed to be the only redeeming feature of the stern and extremely religious woman.

Flynn knew he'd ticked off his parents to the point of no return. He knew he couldn't just be his usual self with this woman. But he'd had enough.

"Mrs. Abadallah-!" The boy said suddenly, looking up at the woman who barely turned to regard him. "I know my parents said to be… strict with me? Or something like that?" The smallest of smirks came to the woman's plump lips, all the answers he needed.

"Yeah, figures." Flynn nodded slowly as he rose to his feet. "But there's only so much I can take. So I'm gonna just say this. I'm gonna need you… to just back off. Or else-" A smile came to the boy's young face, his freckled cheeks curving with a surprisingly malicious smile. "I'm gonna have to fuck up your-"

SMACK*

The crack of contact seemed to echo in the room as Flynn's face snapped to the side. He'd barely begun speaking when Zara had started striding into the room. She'd intended to just cow the boy down, but when he'd swore-

"You will not speak to me in such a manner! You are a child, I am your caretaker. Your parents have given me full authority in such things and you will behave." Zara's accent seemed heavier than ever as the middle eastern woman railed on the boy.

Flynn's eyes were wide and slowly turned his head to look at the woman. She expected him to burst into tears, but the odd child only looked at her. Then he started to smile again.

"Alright. You made your choice."

Zara's brow furrowed together, and while her hand stung she was prepared to strike the child again. Perhaps even put him over her knee if she must. But instead, Flynn dropped back to his seat, and turned to his work. Erasing his previous work to redo it.

Zara Abdalla sniffed in an impressively haughty manner, straightened up, and left the room. She didn't look back. She didn't notice the boy staring at her, his face a bizarre mixture of rage and sinister delight.

Zara… wanted nothing to do with the boy working away in his room. She didn't even want to be in the apartment with him.

For whatever reason the boy next door to her had been pulled out of school by his parents. They worked here in the city like her husband, and their son went to one of the more well off education facilities. But apparently he'd had some issues over the recent semester and the McDonnel's had decided to bring him home and hire a personal tutor.

It wasn't like they didn't have the money… But you couldn't just make such things happen instantly. The boy's parents had found a tutor they approved of but the woman would need two weeks to finish a prior engagement and take up the boy's schooling.

At a loss, they prepared to take time off work. But while speaking to her Karim, the idiot love of her life, had volunteered her.

Zara didn't work. She didn't need to with her husband's success. He was fifteen years her senior and carried a high appointment in his company. He'd taken his lovely young bride with the express purpose of having his children.

Despite five years of efforts, none of his seed had taken root…

Karim had thought it a wonderful idea. Not only a bit of good neighborly charity to assist the McDonnells, it would give his wife practice with children for when they had their own. Which would be any day now, Inshallah.

She had seen after the boy for only a few days now. Troublesome as Flynn was, she was having no problems. His parents would be here soon, and she would speak to them shortly, then leave, closer to the end of the week than the beginning.

Zara listened to her own voice in utter disbelief.

"Karim is so pathetic. He's barely a man, the whiney little fool. His old dried up balls couldn't put a child in me even after all these years. My new lover? He makes me feel like a woman and I've no doubt he'll have me heavy with child before the month is over. Then I'll just need to decide whether to tell the sad old fool or let him raise it in ignorance." Zara's voice broke into disjointed laughter for a moment. "I know he'll think it's his. His perfect little wife would never betray him. That would be-oh, that would be haraam!" More laughter came, the sounds just a bit scratchy as they came out of Flynn's smartphone, it put Zara's teeth on edge even as she rocked from the insane words she could never have spoken!

Zara stared at the boy's phone, her normally brown skin shockingly pale and her thick glossy lips flapping uselessly.

"What-?! What is-?! What is this?!" It took several seconds for Zara to gather herself enough to speak.

"Hmmm, sounds like a phone call." Flynn said with a shrug, waving the phone around as if he was clueless. Not at all like he'd used the security system his parents had gotten but almost never checked, and recorded her voice before using a few different AI systems to make a deep fake.

He'd even used Chat AI to tell him what a "Angry cheating american-middle eastern wife" would sound like. Wow but technology sure was handy!

He wasn't about to tell any of that to Zara, but the big shit eating grin on the little boy's face conveyed the important bits.

"Yaagh!" Zara cried out as she lunged for the boy's phone grabbed at the boy's phone with a speed that honestly surprised him. "Ah HA!" She cried out, pointed at the boy for a half a moment in victory before freezing up. He was still just smiling at her. He hadn't even tried to keep the device from her.

"Go ahead. Break it. I don't care, I have it copied over elsewhere… Oh, and not to mention the email." He was so Allah be damned calm and cocky!

"E-mail? What-?!" Where would he send that devilish recording?!

"Yeah. An email, one automatically set to send to your husband in about two hours." He'd been leaning against a wall but now the boy pushed off and walked towards her. "Then he'll get to hear all the spicey details!" Zara's face was overtaken with sudden horror as she looked at the caucasian child smirking up at her. "But don't worry… I can stop it. I can do that niiice and easy." He punctuated the words by casually taking his phone back from her nerveless fingers.

"You… You must!" Zara proclaimed, wringing her fingers madly.

"Must I?" Flynn's smirk was a cruel thing, and something Zara had the sinking suspicion she'd be seeing very often. The woman just stood there for several moments, breathing hard and blinking rapidly.

"P-Please?!" Her voice cracked, tears forming in her eyes.

"Nah… I think maybe it'll be pretty damn funny! I mean… He hears that, he thinks you're a cheating whore… Or maybe just uses it as an excuse to finally swap you out for a younger model. Maybe one that can actually pop out a few kids?"

Zara's mouth fell open in a horrified gasp. It was not her fault they had no children! But… But the boy was right. Karim was wealthy and successful, it would be simple for him to obtain a newer… younger wife.

Zara's legs shook and she had to lean on a nearby counter to steady herself.

"I- F-Flynn-! I'm sorry!" Her large hazel eyes grew wet with unshed tears as the reality of the situation came home. "Please! I apologize for how I treated you! An-and for raising my hand to-" Zara broke off with a gasp as the young boy glared at her, the look on his face surprising in the depth of its emotion.

"Too late…" The ten year old hissed the words, and Zara felt a tremor run down her spine.

"I warned you. I tried to tell you what would happen." The boy touched a hand to to where she'd struck him. "But you wouldn't listen. You thought since I was a kid you could step all over me, but now?" A nasty smirk came to Flynn's face, but it didn't quite reach his green eyes. Those were still enraged. "I can make you do whatever I want."

Zara opened her mouth but no words came out. Flynn was right. She'd pushed him around out of spite for the little bit of labor her husband had volunteered her for. Mistreating a child just to satisfy her own pettiness.

"Get on your knees." The boy said, frowning up at the woman.

Zara's brows drew together. "What? Why-?"

"Because I said so, you stupid mudslime!" Zara gasped, shocked that he would dare to- He was still glaring at her, and Zara's anger was stifled by anxiety. She had to do as he said, at least till he stopped the email.

She sank to her knees, breathing heavily as she looked up at the boy. Flynn shook his head.

"Tch. Even now you're glaring at me like you're in charge. Like you think you're better than me, and not just… Some nasty piece of work in a trash bag." Now it was Flynn sneering at her. The glare on her face grew even hotter, but he didn't remark. If anything the boy's giddy joy seemed to grow at the pure rage on Zara's face.

"You know what… let's fix that first." A fraction of her anger gave way to confusion, but Flynn was already explaining. "Let's see what's so holy that you have to hide it." The woman rocked back, shocked. "Get that rag up. C'mon, lift it up and show me what you're hiding under that thing!"

He could hardly restrain his glee, almost cackling out loud by the end. Zara wanted to shout at the boy, or strike him. But she thought of his threat, and how much time she had to hold out.

What's more… he was just a boy. It wasn't as haraam as a grown man, not even close. A little personal shame to atone for her treatment of the boy…? Perhaps.

"Inshallah…" The woman sighed before lifting her abaya as slowly as she could.

Flynn simply licked dry lips and watched with eager eyes as the woman slowly pulled her abaya up. She muttered something to herself, the word 'Allah' being the only part he recognized. Then inch by inch he got to see the pretty neighbor's body.

Her caramel colored knees were together, the skin only slightly lighter in shade than her face. The thighs just above them were thick, with rounded hips that looked soft in just the right way. Zara's underwear was bland, simple white cotton but the sight of it sent a rush of excitement through the boy.

Zara grimaced as she was ogled, but didn't stop. A continuous mantra of 'Inshallah' went through her head, all things were his will, including her forced subservience, yes? Flynn stared at her stomach, just a bit rounded, but not unpleasant in the least to the boy. Zara lived a rather sedentary life, and it seemed most of her weight went to the right places anyway.

A few inches more, and the boy got to see what he'd been waiting for the most. Zara was a naturally curvy woman, and her bosom was most definitely on the larger side. Like her panties, her bra was white and simple, with little design and heavy coverage. Or it would have typically, but Zara had gained a bit of weight recently, and now her breasts overflowed and seemed ready to burst out of the top.

On the bright side there wasn't a trace of anger in the boy's face. Zara tried to keep a grimace off her own as she let him stare, holding up her abaya and leaving herself on display.

'Allah save me. This shame I will hold forever!'

It hadn't occurred to her that they were just getting started. The married woman just couldn't meet the boy's gaze any longer. The hunger in them was unseemly in the extreme, especially so for one so young. But as her gaze drifted lower, she spotted something odd.

Movement. A shift in the boy's trousers. She leaned back a bit, the motion jiggling her jugs unthinkingly. Flynn groaned again and reached down to adjust himself.

'What is that? What is this boy playing at?!'

Of course she knew what it was, but was in absolute denial. How could any boy be so… developed?! But looking up she found his face still glued to her chest, and now she was biting her lower lip in anxiety. Finally, foolishly, she lashed out.

"Are you done then?" Zara hissed. "Staring at a married woman like a beast." For just a moment Flynn was a normal boy who knew he was in trouble, fear and guilt flashing over his face. Then it was gone, and Zara knew she'd made things so much worse.

"Still covering up! Get that thing off, and show me your tits." The boy demanded, hands curled up into fists.

Zara was thrown by it though. How far did this boy intend to push this 'game' of his. Her lack of obedience seemed to push the boy over the edge though, Flynn rushed at her with a yell. Then

"I gave you an order! Show me those old floppy sandbags, NOW!"

Zara cried out as the boy gripped her lifted abaya, then it was all she could do to make sure her Hijab stayed in place. The boy ripped the garment off leaving her in only her underwear, then pulled at her bra, even as Zara whimpered and weakly tried to stop him. Unfortunately, her brassiere was already overloaded and not in the best of shape, and with the boy's next tug a part of it ripped and came free.

The image would be burned into both their minds. Zara looked at the boy standing over her, his face filled with wicked joy and boyish wonder alike as he pulled back roughly and threw the woman's bra away.

For Flynn, it was much better. The boy stared at her breasts, heavy and full, the curve of the caramel coconuts there in the flesh! "Woah!" The boy didn't bother to ask, he pulled her hands away to take in the sight of her bare nipples and wide areolas. "Look at those milkers!" He let out a sound of pure childish delight at the obscene act. This of course only got worse as the boy took up great handfuls of the muslima's tits.

"Aiyah! Must you?!" Zara asked as if that might actually stop the boy, but if he was bothered by her feeble protest it didn't show. Flynn was in pure brown-titty bliss.

"Some of the biggest I've ever…" The boy trailed off into a moan while Zara turned her head away and grit her teeth in futile anger. Anger at the boy, anger at the situation she'd allowed to happen somehow… And anger at herself, at the small part of her that was pleased by his pure excitement.

Zara could not remember the last time Karim had simply enjoyed her body.

All too soon, Flynn was letting go of her, and seemed thoughtful for a moment. Zara frowned, glaring up at him with her hands in her lap and her breasts bare. Somewhere between her big naked tits and her glower, Flynn seemed to make up his mind.

Flynn threw his shirt off, and Zara's confusion grew. Then he began undoing his pants.

"W-what are you doing?!" The woman nearly shrieked, the sound actually getting a small laugh from the boy.

"I'm-ugh. Gonna show you why my parents pulled me out of school!" Zara frowned, but soon her face was overtaken with shock as the short skinny white boy shoved his pants down.

"No…!" Zara spoke aloud, her voice weak with shock as the big throbbing thing bobbed up into view. She shook her head to the side even as it bounced up and down, as if to refute her denial. "How can such a thing-?! This is obscene!!"

The young Caucasian's cock was massive. Seemingly as long as her forearm and quite possibly thicker. Certainly more defined, with fat bulging veins pushing out randomly.

"Yeah, it's pretty big right?" Flynn gripped it by the hairless base, both of his small hands not quite able to circle it fully but enough to give it an even more exaggerated wobble. Tearing her eyes away from it, Zara was surprised to see less braggadocio and something more like anguish in the demon-possessed boy's face.

"It got this way over summer." Flynn explained. "I thought it was just weird at first, but it actually got me pretty popular at school…" The boy was slowly stroking himself, his hand no where near large enough to fully cover the thing. "Especially with my teachers." Zara wasn't sure if she could look more shocked, but she must have pulled it off as the boy snorted out a laugh at her expression.

"Yeah! I lost my V-card to my homeroom teacher. Then had the PE instructor doin' squats on this thing!" He leaned forward over his fat cock, his face close to hers while he gripped his girth with both hands. "This mega magnum dong even had the school principal on her knees and begging…"

"Tha-Thats insane!" The Muslim woman shouted, shaking her head and using her hands to cover her breasts against the boy's demands. "What possessed those women to-?!" She was cut off as Flynn laughed.

"It was my big fat donkey dick, DUH!" The boy cackled while swinging his weaner around.

Zara's hazel eyes were large as she stared at it, at the massive throbbing organ that the boy seemed to be threatening her with! The big girthy beast seemed built to breed. The fat, hairless sack seemed primed to unload what had to be the most sinfully potent seed one could imagine. Like the appendage they dangled from, they seemed more sized for a farm animal than a little boy.

"I know goofy backwards sand slags like you probably don't get it, but in America… They like 'em big! But that's ok… You're gonna learn…" His words got through to her, and Zara began shaking her head.

"N-No! You c-cannot expect me to-!" The child had to be insane.

"I expect you to do what you're told, you stupid dune coon! Give me your hands!" The boy grabbed at her, pulling them away from her bosom. She was so off balance, emotionally and mentally, so panicked, that she couldn't resist. Not even when he took her hands and placed them on his penis.

"W-what are you-?!" She looked down at her hands, long manicured nails wrapping around the veiny girth of the young boy's over developed meat.

"Grab it! Squeeze it! And fucking stroke it, you stupid Shiite-shit for brains!!"

Zara cried out in shock and horror, but obeyed. She gripped the boy's member, feeling his pulse throbbing through the thing, and then she started to stroke.

"A-Allah, help meeee!" Zara cried out, but all she got was Flynn's laughter as the boy moved closer, his cock going from diagonal to vertical as she did her best to keep it from slapping her right in the face.

"Aww, don't be upset, Mrs. Abdallah. I don't need you to help me with my studies or any of that garbage, I barely need you to make me lunch! But what you can be super helpful with… is taking care of this big white cock!"

He laughed, and Zara shook her head from side to side. There wasn't much use denying it though, it was pulsating in her small hands, and before her eyes a thick dollop of fluid built up at the tip and fell down to coat her fingers. A thick musky fluid she realized with despair was only the boy's pre-seminal fluid. Yet it was already more than anything her husband could have produced with a full ejaculation.

She whined, deep in her throat as she felt the slimy stuff get spread out by her barely willing fingers.

"That's it… C'mon you stupid slag, go faster!" Flynn snarled, and to her chagrin she obeyed. More precum coated her fingers, and movement came easier as the boy's cock self lubed with her assistance. "Ung-! C'monnnn! Move your hands apart! Work it from both ends! Now rub the top, like you're turning a door knob or somethin'! Ah! Not like that, don't smash it down, you're trying to make it feel good, your mudslime moron!"

Zara was ashamed of herself as she tried her most embarrassing best to keep up with the boy's lewd instructions. In the end it mostly came down to just stroking near the tip with one hand, that hand constantly catching and spreading his precum, while the other worked the base, her wrist swinging up and down just over the boy's fat swinging testicles.

"Hnnng… I've had better.. But jeez I needed this-! Mmmng! Don't stop! Stroke my fucking dong, you rag head whore!!"

Zara cried out at the abuse but didn't stop. She kept on pumping the biggest, muskiest, whitest dick she'd ever seen. The throbbing demon possesed thing just kept pumping out precum like a sieve, and altogether producing a smell that made her feel lightheaded, and made the worst parts of her body heat up in response.

"I bet its waaaay fucking bigger than your husbands… Isn't it?!" Flynn seemed to be reading her most haraam thoughts and Zara flinched back from him.

"I bet it makes him looking like a fucking baby! A little shit skinned, pencil dick, camel jocky! But now-hnnng… Now his fat titted wife can… can' have some fun with a real dick!" Zara was shaking her head but Flynn only laughed. "Don't lie to me, Mrs. Abdallah!" The boy reached down and grabbed her, his hand gripping her hijab and with a tight squeeze the hair under it. Zara cried out, but she didn't stop stroking.

"Ha! Is it bigger? Is my white cock bigger than that old fucking bag of dirt? Tell me, Zara?!" The woman hated him, but she answered honestly.

"Y-Yes! Yes, it's bigger! It's much, very-much larger!" She cried out, her grammar slipping as she sobbed and Flynn let out a moan.

"Hnnng! Th-thats fuckin right! It's a big fat cock you c-can-hnnng!" Flynn groaned, and Zara realized what was happening.

The boy was on the verge of orgasm. He was getting off to the abuse, to the things he was saying, and to what she'd admitted.

Suddenly a new fear hit her. This cock… those balls. Just how much could he truly produce. And where was it going to go?

"HNNNGGG!" Flynn came, and he came hard. Zara felt it coming, the pulsing as he unloaded-just as she'd feared- all over her.

Long ropes of creamy white jizm shot into the air over them both. Zara stared in wonder, until it rained down on her.

"Aahhh!" Zara managed to close her eyes just in time as it fell across her face, mouth snapping shut mid-scream as some fell upon her tongue. "MMMmmnng!" She turned her face to the side, moaning out in misery as the salty flavor invaded her senses. It didn't stop the rest of his load from falling, not just coating her face and shoulders, but also her bare chest like drizzled icing.

It was only pure luck that kept her rapidly flaring nostrils from snorting up some of his output. But for several moments, it was like her entire world was the boy's splooge. Covering her face, hot over her eyelids, the musky smell, the salty taste.

'Oh god help me! I am defiled! The taste!'

Zara's hands were at her sides, while she moaned pathetically. Flynn looked down at her in post orgasm then snorted out a laugh. The woman looked ridiculous… And kind of hot. Her pretty face was covered in cum, her thick lips had never glistened more. Even better, her big fat knockers were just as glazed, and he watched his cum dribble from the woman's stiff nipples.

"Keep stroking." The boy said suddenly, and Zara, just barely wiping thick jizm off her face, looked up at him in confusion. Then she gasped. "I said to keep stroking, you stupid jizz rag!" Belatedly, she reached out, and continued to pump… to stroke the boy's still stiff and standing member.

'How?! What demon is in this boy! What djinn fill his disgusting tool that it can keep going even after all of this?!'

Zara's knowledge of such things was limited… But she knew her husband would mount her, give his best effort to breed her, then roll over. Often falling asleep within moments of the act while she laid there and tried to keep his weak seed from falling out of her.

Now, she kneeled before this boy, who had just spilled out some ten times the amount of spunk, most of which was clinging to her face and tits with a vengeance, while stroking his still throbbing member! It was unreal… it was impossible! It was…

"Faster! Work that meat you fat titted sand cow!" His insult was absurd, but the inspiration was clear. Zara was unthinkingly putting her full body into the strokes now, gasping hard while her big heavy funbags were bouncing and swinging wildly.

"Aiya… Only a child would… would be interested in such things! They are-are for feeding, not sin!" Zara proclaimed while working the boy's meat. But try as she might, she was slowing down, her hands growing tired.

"What?!" Flynn's shout caught her off guard. She stopped pumping, and if anything gripped and nearly leaned on the boy's pole. "That's stupid as hell. Baby's aren't smart enough to enjoy titties, those are for men!"

Despite her position, and most likely inspired by the absurd situation, Zara laughed.

"For what reason?" She shook her head, this boy was truly ridiculous. But then, she was covered in his spunk, so was she any better.

"Tch, well what about titty fucking?" The boy asked, a smug smile on his face.

"What?" Zara's face showed complete confusion, and Flynn's eyes grew wide in realization.

"Do you-do you do anything dirty with that old sack next door?!" Zara realized belatedly he was talking about her husband. "I know he's trying to knock you up and junk, but-but is that it?!" The boy seemed truly astounded.

"You barely know how to give a handy!" He waved at her hands, still encircling his organ. "You don't know what a tit fuck is! I bet you don't even give BJ's!"

"What is a-"

"OH MY GAWD!" Flynn's shout was so loud Zara cringed back, letting go of the boy's member in shock. He didn't lash out at her, he was shaking his head.

"Ok… That's it." The boy was nodding his head. "Look, I was just gonna like… I don't know-! Mess with you! And-I don't know, cum on your face a couple times…" Zara's disgust at this was clear.

"But forget that!" He was nodding to himself as if in realization and dread filled the woman.

"You-!" He proclaimed, pointing at the cum glazed Muslima next door. "Are a stupid, bitchy, foreign idiot-" Zara flinched at his words and glared up at the boy. "But you have an amazing body!" That naked Muslim woman was clearly surprised by the compliment. Flynn's girth visibly throbbed as if adding its own assent to this opinion. "And absolutely no clue how to use it or how much if it is to just- just fuck around!"

'This child is insane.' Was her general thought as Zara sneered at the boy.

"You're literally made for this!" The boy shouted, now starting to seem agitated. "Ugh! Whatever, I'll show you! I don't care if I have to make you do it!"

Zara's eyes widened, suddenly fearful for what exactly the boy wanted.

"C'mon! Get up! On your knees, not your ass! Yeah, now grip your stupid fat udders… Holy cow those things are big! Can't believe your husband just-like, ignores 'em! C'mon, yeah put them around my dick, dumbass!"

"This is absurd!" Zara shouted. For once realizing that as much as she hated the way the boy spoke to her, the constant insults and racial pejoratives, it was far worse when he forced her to physically engage with him.

The boy had pushed his organ up between her bosom. Her light brown orbs wrapping around his girth, and admittedly doing so better than her hands could have. It was too long for her to cover entirely though, and the tip of his dick was just under her chin, in the hollow of her neck. Zara could feel his manhood throbbing through her mammaries!

"No, this is a boob job! Now get to work!" She gripped herself, but then stared up almost helplessly at the boy. Flynn groaned.

"Alright… Grab your jugs. C'mon! Yeah, like that! Now…" The boy's instructions were crude, but clear. If nothing else it was slightly easier than the long strokes she'd been performing on his cock. She groped her breasts in a way she'd never done before, and biting her lip she worked them up and down on the boy's length.

"Alright! That's it! Oh man, look at my dick right between those big Gobi globes!" The boy broke into laughter at his own wordplay while Zara's lips twisted in disgust. "Ok, ok… Now work 'em! Rub 'em up and down! Use em to get me off!"

Zara didn't try to get rid of her grimace, but she got to it. She didn't really need his instruction past the point of putting her mammaries around him. Everything after that seemed fairly obvious… and grotesque.

"Hnng… yeah! That's it! You're doing it Zara! You're giving me a titty bang!" The youth laughed, seeming to marvel at the act he'd forced her to perform. Zara had to grit her teeth against her rage. Which became harder as the boy suddenly thrust against her.

"Ah!" She cried out as his pelvis pushed up against the underside of her breasts, lifting her chest up, the tip of his cock inches or less from her lips. "F-Flynn!" She cried out, to which the boy only groaned.

"That feels… Really good!" The boy said, sliding his hips back a ways while Zara bit her lip.

"I-I'm glad, but please control your se-yaaah!" The woman cried out as the boy thrust up again! His hips slapped into the underside of her bosom with a fleshy sounding *PLAP!*

"F-Flynn!" Zara tried to calm him but he wasn't listening. The boy's hips were on autopilot. Zara was leaning back now, more and more as his cock rocketed up between her slick hooters. He couldn't stop now even if he wanted to.

"Hng! Hng! H-Hold still! Hold those… those big titties tight! Take it you ruh-rag head sssslut!" Zara gasped at his slur, and the pressure the boy was putting on her! His hips were slamming into her again and again, and he was even stepping in as she tried to lean away, until she finally fell.

"Aaaieee!" Zara squealed as her back, then her head smacked into the ground. "Unnnnng…" She moaned, her eyes shut while her hands still squeezed her bosom.

"Woah! Are you-...?" Flynn looked down at the woman in clear worry, before biting his tongue. His lips twisting together as he stared down at her.

Zara was breathing hard, and looking up she saw the massive piece of meat between his legs casting a shadow over her.

The boy didn't say another word. There was the smallest grunt as he lowered himself, then sat down on Zara's midsection.

"Ah! Flynn?! What are you doing??" But she knew…

"I'm not… finished." Flynn shoved his member between her girls. It spread her tightly tucked tits, then shoved beyond more and more. Till finally the big head of it loomed directly over her face and Zara gasped.

"Inshallah…" The woman murmured as she watched a thick dollop of precum start to drip from his tip. Then it, and the cock it was attached to disappeared, before-

The boy fell forward, his hands either side of her head, then started thrusting. His big beef stick driving between her mounds, and only stopping as the youth's swollen tip stopped abruptly inches over her mouth. Then it happened again, and again..

PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!* The boy was literally fucking her tits.

Zara gasped for breath but could do nothing but just watch in horror and amazement.

"Mmmng… This feels… Good !" He was enjoying it very much.

Zara wanted to scream, to yell at the boy for his violation. What she realized she was actually doing was squeezing her breasts, swinging them down as if to meet him at the end of each stroke. She was actively milking the little white demon!

"Mnnng! I-I can't-aaahnnnn!" His balls were smacking into her belly with every thrust, but she felt them shift just a bit as he moaned and knew this was it. Then Flynn's meat was throbbing and she closed her eyes just in time. Cum splashed all over her face, soaking through her hijab, and smearing all over the ground past her head.

"Hnnng… Oh geeeeze…" Flynn breathed out, a wide smile coming over his face. Then he spotted something wrong with the situation. The boy grinned and shifted slightly, sliding back just a bit.

"Mrs. Abadalla-?" The woman let out a small whimper. "Open your mouth." Another whimper came, this one longer and more of a whine, making the boy's grin widen. "NOW." he said, and Zara moaned pathetically as she opened up… Just in time for a thick glob of cum to fall from the boy's tip and right into her mouth.

"Gagh!" Zara's eyes went wide. She blinked rapidly several times, which didn't stop some of his swimmers from getting into her eyes. Zara's tongue came out, and she tried to rake it clean with her teeth, to little avail while Flynn laughed loudly.

The woman finally broke into a sob of pathetic helplessness as Flynn rose to his feet.

His devastating organ hung down, flagging, but far from defeated. Flynn knew he could go again… but the woman just looked too pathetic… He shrugged focusing on how his glorified babysitter was covered in cum, with more of it forming a glossy halo around her.

"Alright. I'm gonna go get a drink then I need to get my worksheets done for the day." Flynn really was a very studious boy-at least when he knew his parents would be checking as soon as they got home. "Make sure you clean up this mess before my parents get home." Flynn walked away and left the cum splattered muslima gasping.

It wasn't easy, but Zara did manage to clean up all of Flynn's seed before his parents arrived home. Against her better judgment, she went to seek the boy out.

"F-Flynn?" The boy was in his room, at his desk and with a pencil in hand.

"Hmmm? What's up, Mrs. Abdallah?" It almost seemed impossible this was the same boy who had forced her to do such ghastly deeds.

"Flynn… Did you-? Did you halt the email?" She asked, clinging to the door. She was fully dressed once more, her abaya wrinkled but clean.

"Huh? Oh, of course." The boy waved a hand loosely, while Zara nearly fell to the ground as her legs went weak with relief.

"Oh… Oh thank Allah…" She closed her eyes tight against tears, wanting to remain strong.

"The next one won't go off for over a week." Flynn said in a bright tone, as if assuring her that he'd remembered to do his chores as well as his daily lessons.

Zara stared at the boy as if he'd shot her through the heart.

"What…?" Her mouth was suddenly so dry she couldn't rasp out another word, and Flynn's calm smile grew into something wider, wickeder.

"I set another one." He said in a calm, quiet tone. "It will automatically go out in about ten days." Zara's heart nearly stopped. "I know earlier was kind of a big deal for you… But if you think I'm gonna stop having fun with you?" The boy started to snigger, then laugh out loud.

"Oh we're gonna have a lot of fun before my new tutor shows up, Mrs. Abdallah!" Zara's legs gave out, and she slid to her knees. "Just make sure you're ready for the real stuff tomorrow.. . Ok?"

Through it all, fear and anxiety clutching her very soul, Zara found it in her to give a stiff nod.

"Good girl. Now uh… you better get up before I decide to miss even more of my lessons." Zara flung herself away from the room, from the boy. To leave him to finish his work in peace.

Chapter 2

Chapter Text

Zara almost couldn't believe that she'd been able to look the McDonnell's in the eye before leaving the previous afternoon. The woman nearly broke into a sprint as their door closed just to cross the way to her own home. Karim wasn't back yet and she was free to throw herself into her shower. She spent most of the time with the water pouring over her down on all fours begging her god for forgiveness and guidance.

She received none of the latter, and wasn't sure if she deserved any of the former. Not when she had to crank the water to the colder setting to try and remove the heat the boy had somehow left burning inside her.

Karim… Didn't even notice the hollow eyed look on his wife's face after work. She had dinner ready. He ate, spent the evening alone, then went to bed next to her with no interest in her sexually.

She was so grateful for the last, and yet… So very angry.

Flynn had used her. Maliciously, yes. But also gleefully. He'd wanted more of her, and not taking her had been the only very small mercy he'd shown since taking control of her life. But he had wanted her.

The next day she hoped that perhaps the boy would be calmer, less agitated. Maybe she could talk him down, and if nothing else… Well, to her great shame she brought along some extra clothing and a bottle of her favorite lotion… to use as lubricant, and perhaps keep him from doing anything excessive.

The McDonnell's were a fairly pleasant couple, but a stern edge came out when they discussed their son. She wanted so badly to tell them, to beg for assistance. But she thought of her marriage, and she kept her mouth shut and waved them goodbye while their son, her tormentor, stood beside her.

The boy waved to his parents, his mother giving one last note for him to behave and a promise of punishment if they heard one bad word from Zara. Flynn only laughed it off, "No worries! Byyyye mom!"

The moment the door closed, she began to turn her head to him, but went stiff. A small hand firmly gripped her ass. The boy had to have been reaching for it with his off hand even while the door had been swinging closed. A small and rather embarrassing "Yip!" came from Zara's throat before she could help herself.

"Hehe, that was cute!" Flynn told her, looking up at her with a grin even as his right hand groped her right ass cheek. His thumb finding the cleft of her buns and pushing up between them. Zara gasped and clenched up on instinct but the boy just laughed more.

"W-what are you…?" Zara died off on the question, she could tell what he was doing. She knew why he was doing it as well. Flynn laughed again, his eyes sparkling with lewd desire.

"Just stand riiight there…" As the boy spoke he moved behind her. Zara chewed her lower lip and tensed as both of his hands began to grope and squeeze her bottom through her abaya. "I didn't really get to check it out… but I've noticed before that you-yeah you've got a pretty fat ass, Mrs. Abdallah."

"Ah!" Zara couldn't help the small sound of complaint. It was such a rude thing to say!

"I didn't say it was a bad thing!" The boy laughed even louder while Zara's annoyance and confusion rose in equal measure. "In fact… I bet-!" The boy grabbed up thick handfuls of her abaya, yanking it up till-!

"Ah ha! Woah! Look at that dumper! Hahaha!" The boy laughed loudly as he stared at Zara's plump derriere. As he had guessed, she did indeed have a rather prominent back end. Her thick thighs rose up to a fat bubble with more than a little jiggle.

"Geeze! This fat ass and those big milkers, is this what they mean when they say you have a body built for sin?" Zara stiffened at the boy's words, her face burning. Flynn cackled while he sank his hands into her cheeks and gave them a good shake.

Caramel brown cheeks with just a bit of pudge. She wore simple white cotton underwear but it was revealing quite a bit.

"Oh! Looks hungry!" The boy crowed.

"What?!" Zara was utterly perplexed by the bizarre statement.

"Well the way it's eating up those panties!" Then he gripped the band with one hand and lifted.

"Aiyaahh!" Zara cried out as the little boy gave her a wedgie! "Suh-stahp dat!!" She was more shocked than anything, her accent growing thicker than ever for a moment as she squirmed and wiggled in place. But she didn't turn, or really try to stop him in any way. If anything her wriggling got him even more interested.

"Oh yeah! That's a hungry butt!" The boy was laughing uproariously while Zara squirmed, she started to look back, wanting to at least glare at the child… when she felt it. Felt his hand collide with her bare right asscheek with a force comparable to what she'd used on his face only a few days ago.

SMACK!*

"Aaaahhh!" Zara cried out, her ass abruptly stinging while water seemed to gather in her eyes. More from shock than honest pain truth be told. "W-What-?! Flynnnnn?!" She called out to the boy, and her reward was another one.

SMACK!!* Even harder on the other cheek, she hadn't even realized he'd shifted to do it, and suddenly she knew her cheeks had to be bright red. The tears finally fell, thin lines of water tracing down her soft cheeks.

Zara let out a whine that turned into a hiss of pain as the boy gripped her bare cheeks with both hands. He squeezed and spread, then let out a groan of annoyance. "Hold this thing up!" He lifted her abaya from where it had fallen on his wrist and she quickly snatched at the cloth, pulling it tight to her waist. It perfectly showed where the mound of her ass pushed out from her back, but Flynn wasn't so interested in that area of her ass.

The boy spread her cheeks as wide as he could, just making out hints of the woman's asshole thanks to how tight he'd pulled them. It wasn't an actual thong of course, but Flynn still felt his excitement grow as he explored. He wanted to see all of it… Callously, Flynn yanked her panties down.

"Ah!" Zara cried out as she felt the waistband slide down the curve of her bottom then she spun in place. "No!" Flynn's hands let go and his view of the woman's ass was replaced by the bunched up abaya before her groin.

Flynn slowly raised his gaze. His expression first blank, then stern, and finally glaring as he looked Zara in the eye. The woman shuddered.

'How can just a child command such fear! Allah… it is because he knows… he knows he's in control of me!' The woman whimpered at the terrible truth of it. The truth was that she hadn't fled. In fact she was still holding her abaya up, and while he couldn't see it, her bottom was still very much bare.

Flynn's nostrils flared for a moment, and he let his hands rest on his hips as she stared up at the woman as if she were the unruly child and not the caretaker. Finally, he smirked.

"Take that trash bag off." He commanded. Zara shook for a moment, then obeyed. She wore another white bra, a better fitting one. She didn't quite spill out of it today. That wouldn't do.

"That too. Off." Zara's hands shook slightly but moved with practiced ease as she unhooked and let the bra fall. "Better… From now on, you're not allowed to wear any underwear in my home." The woman's eyes went wide. "None." He looked pointedly at her panties and Zara whimpered but obeyed as she finished what he'd begun and pushed her underthings to the ground.

The boy stared at her bare sex. Taking in the sight of her curly black mound, and the slit below it. Unable to help herself, and hating herself for it, Zara returned the favor. Sure enough, the boy's shorts were bulging down one leg with his obvious lust.

"I wanna see it all…" Flynn spoke in an almost hushed tone, his voice heavy. "Turn around. Bend over! No, get on the ground on all fours, and stick that big brown eye up!" He laughed as he gave the orders and her gut clenched at the incredibly lewd position. One not too dissimilar to what her husband sometimes preferred.

But he surprised her, at least momentarily, as Flynn didn't disrobe and attempt to use his brutal organ on her. As he said, he wanted to see every bit of her… At least she didn't have to look at him anymore as she turned and got down on the carpeted floor.

She could feel his hot breath as Flynn moved in close. His hands were on her ass a moment later, spreading her brown cheeks. Taking in the sight of her bare asshole, just a few stray hairs around an otherwise clean if dark hole. "I read online…" The boy murmured almost to himself. "That the skin of your anus… is the same as the kind used for your lips…!" He laughed, the sound breaking into something giddy and possibly a bit unhinged. As he spread the adults cheeks as wide as he could, his fingers getting closer and closer to her asshole.

"Mmmm, but yeah, these parts are a lot more like lips to me…" The boy murmured a moment before his fingers drifted south and for the first time a man other than her husband was touching her sex. "Mmm, oh, and a little… wet?!" Zara grit her teeth as he suddenly pushed a finger into her.

"Ah-hah! Someone's enjoying themselves a little!" Flynn laughed aloud as he pushed another finger inside and explored her interior while Zara closed her eyes against shameful tears.

"Lil hairy, but I don't think I mind that!" Zara grunted as she felt him pull out. The boy was examining his slick fingers and giving commentary on her sex. She hated it so much, but hated him even more as she heard him sniffing. "Yeah, not bad at all!"

'Allah what is he doing to me…?!' Her thoughts were only answered with a *SMACK!* "Aaah!" She cried out as he struck her ass again, but at least he'd let go. She clenched for another strike, but it never came. Not from her own hand anyway.

"You do it too, smack your ass!" What? Was he being serious? "Smack your stupid fat ass you dumb raghead skank!" Zara let out a small cry of alarm and reached back with her left hand.

Smack.* It didn't hurt nearly as much… but then again she had-

"You held back! Smack it hard! C'mon!" She grit her teeth and swung back with force.

SMACK!* "Woo! That's it! Yeah!" It was still a bit easier to handle. Perhaps since she expected it? "Smack that Arab ass!" She obeyed, striking it again and again. Ok, yeah, now it was stinging…

"Now shake it!" She sighed, but obeyed, working her hips from side to side while an absolute feeling of embarrassment came through her…

"No! Not like that!" The boy said, his voice a whine. Zara looked back in confusion.

"I-... Flynn, how else am I to-" *SMACK!* "Hnnng!" She winced from the blow, sucking in through her teeth.

"Up and down, duh! Twerk it!" She realized she knew exactly what he was talking about. The shame of the knowledge had once been bad enough, now she would be forced to perform the degrading act.

'Allah, this boy seeks to break my spirit as well as my body!'

Zara started to twerk. It took her a few tries to get it right, but Flynn did his best to help her. It seemed even he wasn't entirely sure how it worked, but he'd watched several videos the night before to help him learn.

"Yeah… Yeah! Move it like that!" It all came together with that sound.

WOP WOP WOP WOP*

Zara's face burned as she listened to the sound of her own asscheeks clapping together. Flynn absolutely loved it of course.

"Hahaha! You're doing it, Zara! Aaaahahaha!" The boy cackled while Zara kept working her ass up and down. She gripped the counter, and twerked her ass inches from the boy's face. Zara bit her lip, sweat was breaking out over her forehead. Despite it all, she nearly smiled at the boy's obvious delight…

Through the sound of her own ass cheeks she almost didn't hear it. The light sound of cloth landing on the ground. Of a young boy stripping down. Not till small hands landed on her hips.

"F-Flynn? Do you want… maybe I stop tw-" She gasped. Something… No, she knew very well what it was. It was big, hot, and very hard, and it was pressing against her from behind. Against those lips the boy had been exploring, but this was much bigger than a finger.

"Oh, A-Ah-Allah…! F-Flynn-! I-I do not think-! It will not fit!" He was already rubbing against her, his hips moving with instinct and more experience than she. Girth sliding between her thighs, that hot veiny shaft rubbing against her pussy. Her sex, traitorous it seemed, was starting to drool all over the boy.

"Not the first time I've heard that… don't worry, Mrs. Abdallah, I'll make it fit!"

'Allah help me! Karim, forgive me…!'

"Besides, it'll have to be a lot larger if you wanna fit a baby out of it! You're husbands kind of a loser, but I'm sure he'll figure it out eventually… You know, when I'm done stretching your naughty little dune coon cunny out!"

She was at the mercy of a semi-educated, and incredibly horny child equipped with the sexual organ of a stallion.

"Oooh… Allah have meeerccccyyy…!" She crooned out the words as tears welled up in her eyes. Hopefully Allah would, because Flynn was way too horny, and honestly ignorant, to hold back.

"Hnnng!" The boy held himself steady with one hand, groaned loudly, and shoved himself into his bent over neighbor. "Oh!" Instantly he cried out as the tightest possible grip wrapped around his sensitive tip.

Zara had a very different feeling. Her drawn out cry for help had emptied out most of the air in her lungs. The little left was then shoved out in a short but very high pitched squeal, and then the woman was utterly breathless as she felt Flynn's massive member utterly violate her poor little pussy.

'Oh god… he did it! He's inside me! This child from hell has violated me! I-I am defiled… H-How can this possibly grow any worse?!'

"Mmmngg!" Flynn didn't pull back, he only knew one way to go. Zara tried to pull away, but all she did was drop her face to the ground while Flynn drilled inch after inch of his sex into her pussy. "Wooah! You're just… so tight!" Flynn finally pulled back just a bit, a wet sucking sound coming from between them as Zara's pussy gushed reflexively with fluids to try and aid the penetration. The helpless muslima was able to take in a short strangled breath before letting out a keening moan.

"Allaaaahhh-" She let loose with a quick but complex burst of her native language that left Flynn baffled. But he did notice something else.

"Hey! With you bent over like that… it feels like you're doing one of your prayers!" He knew the woman did so several times a day… but now she was doing it while he had the head of his dick inside her pussy.

"Aaaigghh… No-! Not… Not prayer…" Zara slurred her words as she tried to denied the boy, but Flynn only laughed.

"Awe, come on... Hnng… I think it-mmng! Sounds fun! You can… Mnng! Like, pray… and I can… Mmmm… Use your super-duper extra-tight-nnngggg!" The boy's words gave way to a groan and Zara's back arched at the extreme penetration. The boy was mocking her while rearranging her guts!

Karim had never been this deep, nothing had! The boy grunted and his thrust had her body shaking. She was sure of it, he was against her cervix!

"Mmmn…" He thrust again, Zara gasped. "Nngg!" He slammed forward, Zara's vision went blurry. "Gaaghh!" He slammed his entire length into her… Flynn's hips smacked into her asscheeks while the head of his cock actually penetrated the woman's cervix.

"Oh-! Holy… crud! That's so…" Flynn moaned, his hips swung. She felt him pushing against her, and looking down, she saw it... Her belly bulged out with the insane penetration that had to be reshaping her insides.

The boy began pounding her. His pale hips smacking into her fleshy bottom again and again. It was too much, far too much for Zara. Her vision started to go in and out as she was stretched beyond anything she'd ever imagined. Her solace came only as Flynn his his limit after fucking her for what felt like forewever, but had been maybe two minutes.

"Mnnnng! I-I'm-! Gnnaaaaghhh!" Flynn erupted inside the woman. His huge load gushing directly into Zara's baby chamber. Unprotected and right where it could do the most damage.

'He's doing it! He's pumping all that seed inside me. His seed… so much, so hot!'

Truly it was too much. The girl's wet pussy tried to swallow as much as it could, but an impressive amount immediately gushed out of her. Splashing out of her stretched hole and around the fat cock filling it. So much that it nearly burst out onto the boy's stomach, or onto his balls and her thighs. She could feel it actually stretching her out…

'Could this be what it feels like? To be full with child?'

It was a silly thought, how could even this boy's size compare to that miracle? But she supposed now she'd find out for sure before too much longer.

Her knees gave out then, and she fell onto her stomach. A loud moan came from the woman as it put pressure on her cum filled insides. Flynn had been standing behind the woman, the shorter boy able to plunge into her easily from the angle, but now he was pulled down with her. He landed on her, his body on her bottom, his face in the small of her back.

Zara moaned, Flynn groaned… Then the boy shifted and thrust back into her.

"Nggaah! NO! N-No mo-ngaaa!" Her protest shattered as the boy, still hard despite his orgasm, began humping her. Prone boning her fat ass and tight pussy. Riding her bottom like a little monkey as he panted and grunted. She felt his hot breath on her sweat soaked back, but it was a small thing to notice compared to the monster cock once more ravaging her insides.

At this angle he couldn't get quite as deep, and she was so very thankful for that! But now he was going even faster. A rapid desperate humping that had no rhythm and too much need.

"HNNg… Gah! Oh! Oh! Ooh! OHHH!" Zara's eyes grew wide, and to her absolute shock, she felt something new. Pleasure! Growing from deep inside her as the young boy's desperate thrusting hammered her insides.

'Why? Why him? This is wrong! It shouldn't feel good! I am defiled! Disgraced! Soiled and used and-'

Zara's mind seemed to short circuit as Flynn's massive horse cock slammed into her like an oil derrick, and from deep within her core it pulled up a molten hot orgasm that seemed fit to burn her very soul.

Pleasure like nothing she could ever remember. Certainly nothing her husband had ever given her. Beyond even her most haraam of fantasies…

"Nnnng-No… Agh! Ah! Ah! Aaaaahhhh!!!" Her eyes rolled, her toes curled, Zara Abdallah came long and loud. Her pussy burned and if she'd been able to speak she would have screamed that her insides were melting.

She experienced an orgasm most women can only hope for, and her body twitched, shook, and if anything her hips started to work back into the boy's thrusting on pure animal instinct. That, combined with a definite tightening of her delectable interior, brought Flynn to his next orgasm a few moments after her own.

"Zzz-Zarahhhnnng!" The boy moaned her name, his hands grabbing at her body, finding her breast squished under her. He squeezed them hard as he pumped her full of cum. Her right nipple was flat against the carpet, the left had managed to squeeze out to the side ands he felt it against the palm of his hand as he groped her tits and gave several last staggering thrusts while even more of his cum was emptied into her.

Zara didn't care. She was half unconscious. She had one -supposedly- clear thought. 'At least he can't get me pregnant… My insides are so hot… how could any seed survive… even his… Even his…' She drifted into unconsciousness quickly after that.

Consciousness came slowly. Zara woke up with her face sticking to the carpet. Literally with her mouth and a bit of drool. It was nothing compared to the mess that was her lower half.

The memories rushed through her. Tears began to fall. Her body quivered as she sniffled and sobbed. She wasn't sure how long she sat there before she slowly rose to her feet.

Her legs were a tad unsteady, her hips felt loose…

'Like a whore after a busy night…' She sneered at the thought. 'Only I had but one client! I would make an awful prostitute…' She couldn't help it, a small demented laugh came from her at the thought.

It seemed that Flynn had retreated to his bedroom and his studies. Zara started to clean. Her best guess when she finally thought to check was that she'd slept for nearly two hours. Which surprised her, but probably shouldn't have. She'd barely slept the night before but for the stress, so it seemed that if nothing else the monstrous childs mistreatment had led to a restful nap.

She prepared lunch for him at noon, and unbidden Flynn left his bedroom following the smell.

Zara looked at the boy anxiously, her eyes a bit too wide and not blinking nearly enough. A likeness could be made to a doe standing across a watering hole from a mountain lion.

Flynn though, didn't speak. He had his smartphone with him. Zara stared at the thing, thinking of the recording that gave him control over her life.

"You missed a spot."

Zara had drifted into her thoughts and snapped out of it to find the boy standing on the otherside of the counter and pointing. She quickly moved, finding a smudged handprint where she'd gotten to her feet after-

"I-I shall attend!" Zara moved, spinning in place to retrieve the cleaning solution and rags. *SMACK!* "Aiyah!" She stiffened, looking at the boy in pure fear.

"Lunch was awesome!" He gave her thumbs up, then reached out and tweaked a very stiff nipple through her abaya. "I told you no underwear but forgot this… Take it off. From now on you're not allowed to wear any clothes in my house when it's just the two of us." She stared at him, wide eyed. Then Flynn winked at her, and turned to leave.

"I'm full! Time for social studies! WOO!" The bizarre white boy headed for his room.

Zara cleaned up the handprint. In the nude.

An hour and some change later, Flynn came out to see her.

Zara was sitting on the living room couch, sitting on her hip with her legs curled up to the side. She was snacking on what looked like… bonbons? On the tv was- Flynn frowned.

"What is this?" He asked abruptly.

"Aagh!" Zara jumped a bit in place, grabbing at her chest. She looked up at the boy leaning over the back of the couch. She was naked but for her hijab, her abaya laid across the cushions under her. "F-Flynn!" She realized that he was shirtless. She couldn't see if he had any other clothes on…

The boy finally looked at her. He raised a single brow, giving her hijab a long look. Finally a small smirk broke out on his face, the boy shook his head while his shoulders shook slightly. Zara's breathing got under control and she realized he'd asked a question.

"Ruh-Real Housewives. Um… Of Jersey." Her accent really came out when she said Jersey and Flynn's smile grew wider.

"They have a version of these with any hijabi hunnies like you?" The boy gave her naked body a once over and grinned. She felt her face heat up as he blatantly took in her nudity.

"There is… Uh, Dubai." Zara finally said. "I am… Not a fan." She added when he looked honestly curious.

Flynn nodded slowly then looked at the tv. On screen a woman with oddly wide eyes started shrieking, and another woman who had clearly had too much plastic surgery flipped a table.

"Woah! These ladies are crazy!" Flynn laughed, and Zara couldn't help a small giggle herself.

"Yes. Very."

"And they're all rich or something?" The boy asked, but Zara made a indecisive sound.

"Yes. Mmm.. not really. Mostly their husbands are."

Flynn made a "Oooh…" Sound of understanding. "That makes a lot more sense then. Heh, look at that one, she's got some DSL's on her!" Zara frowned in confusion, and it took a moment for him to notice. "Dick sucking lips?" He provided, the woman's eyes growing wide.

"Ha! If they get money from their hubbies then I can promise you that's what she uses them for too!" the boy laughed while Zara looked away.

"So… So crude!" The woman said, fully aware that he was staring at her naked body at that very moment.

"Oh? Don't like it? You don't wanna be just like the ladies on TV? A pretty young woman with a rich old geezer taking care of her?!" The boy was leaning heavily over the back of the couch, staring at her pointedly while Zara shrank in on herself.

"It-It is not like that! Karim is-"

"I guess he's not as loaded, and you're not as flashy? Tch, kind of a bummer. I think you'd look good dressed like one of those milfs."

Zara frowned. "I would never. It is haraam to-"

"To not keep yourself all covered up?" Flynn reached over the couch and groped her left breasts.

"Ah!" Zara smacked at his hand without thinking. Flynn just laughed.

"Is it haraam to give the boy next door a tit fuck? Or to bend over and get railed by him?" Zara looked up at him then, glaring at the boy in her futility.

"Hmmm… I think all that stuff is pretty fun… maybe I wanna do more." Flynn nearly purred the words while Zara felt her stomach clench.

"Hah!" Then Flynn surprised her, grabbing the back of the couch and vaulting over it. Zara cried out as she watched his lower half clear the back of the furniture, his long throbbing erection coming into view as he swung his entire body over the couch.

"Aah!" Zara twisted in place with a shout and Flynn dropped onto her. "Flyynnnn!!" She shrieked and the laughing boy's face landed with between her tits. Her legs squirmed, but to her shame, they spread on instinct. The boy quickly found his place between them, his length slapping down hot on her belly, the tip already leaking pre.

"C'mon Mrs. Abdallah! Let's do some more 'haraam' stuff!" The boy laughed raucously as he groped her breasts, then shoved his face back between them. Flynn shook his face rapidly while blowing air past his lips in the time honored tradition of the motor boat.

"Kyeaaaah!" Zara had no idea what that was and could only shriek in alarm.

"God I love these big brown titties!" The boy said. "Hnng… in fact I'm a fan of pretty much all of your body, even your mouth despite all the dumbshit you say…" Flynn looked at her lips and Zara frowned.

"You are a devil spawn, Flynn McDonnell. A fiend from-mmmph!" The boy gripped her chin with one hand, squeezed her cheeks from below and cutting off her insults. He smiled, she glared.

"Yeah… even with that junk, you still have reeeeally sexy lips, Zara…" He rarely used her first name, but the real shock came when he leaned in and kissed her.

"Mmmph!" Zara was stunned. She wanted to push him off, but she'd already lashed out at him more than once. She was just clear headed enough to know he was being patient, but that would be a limit. And so, the woman next door let the young boy kiss her, grope her, and grind his stiff oversized manhood against her.

Flynn broke the kiss several seconds later, licking his lips. "I bet you don't even do that with your husband much, do ya?"

Zara's eyes widened, but as Flynn stared at her she turned away, unable to meet his gaze for the truth.

"Tch. Knew it… Friggin' waste…" The boy sounded honestly disgusted and Zara closed her eyes against a new shame that went against everything she was supposed to believe in.

"Ah, whatever…" Flynn suddenly murmured, shifting against her. She felt him pulling away, but not getting off the couch. Zara turned, and realized the boy was gripping him self, his long pale python lining up with her sex. Precum drooling out and onto her slit as he rubbed himself agains the soft lips just beneath a thick patch of black curly pubic hair.

"His fuggin' loss, right?" Flynn looked up at her one time, and Zara tried to shake her head.

"F-Flynn! Please-!" The boy raised one brow, giving her a split second to finish the sentence. Could she ask him to stop? To not take her like this? No… He wouldn't listen. The least she could ask for was-

"Just… Go slower?" The boy pursed his lips for a moment, then shrugged.

"Mayby… But I think you were having the most fun when I was going fast." The boy grinned, the woman blushed, then he thrust into her.

"Aaahngg!" Zara cried out as the boy slid his tip in. It went much easier than before, the angle was better. And her body was slightly adjusted… It still stretched her out thoroughly and an explosion of warmth pushed out from her pussy lips.

The boy reached forward, and grabbed her breasts. His white fingers sinking into her fleshy globes, even as his caucasian cock pierced her poor brown pussy. Flynn laughed, and all s he wanted to do was punch him in the face. Insead she le out a whimper and Flynn, still laughing slowly, began pumping into her.

To her surprise, he seemed to take her request seriously. He leaned into her, filling her up with inch by inch, then levered himself out. The bulbous head of his stiff stallion digging at the grooves inside Zara's pussy. He worked his hips, and bit by bit, she felt herself starting to enjoy the treatment.

To enjoy being stretched out, to enjoy his rough handling of her breasts. Even to enjoy the way the boy looked down on her with obvious lust. He wanted her… wanted all of her! Wanted to enjoy her…

"Mnnng!" She couldn't quite hold in another moan as Flynn drove over half his length into her. Zara felt speechless as she looked down at their hips, taking in the amount of boy cock inside of her, and how much more there was to go.

She was full of the beastly childs unfathomable amount inside, and yet there was more to go.

'Its so big…! How can so much fit into my small body! I am but-but-but-'

Zara's thoughts got stuck as the boy pulled back, and started to truly fuck her.

He wasn't going as deep as he could, it didn't matter. Flynn was breathing hard and swinging his hips, driving more than enough dick into the pretty lady next door to outshine her husband twice over.

As Zara's breasts bounced and her pussy was stretched out, she wanted to scream and rage at the boy. If only for how shamefully good it felt.

'Oh Allah, forgive me! But damn him! Damn this white demon! Damn his disgusting beastial organ! Damn the pleasure it gives me! Oh damn me for-for-for-!'

Zara's gasping breaths came faster than ever as Flynn groped her breast, both of his hands grabbing and squeezing roughly, pulling them hard while his rapid thrusts utterly drilled her inside out! She came, hard, fast, and loud.

"Eee! Nnnggeee! No-no-nonononono-nnnngeeeeeeaaahhh!" Against all her hatred for the boy, Zara reached out, grabbing onto his skinny young shoulders, and she pulled him down against her. The boy's face planted between her breast, smooth and soft, not like Karim's rough beard-and she came.

Face covered in the milfs big beautiful tits, Flynn shook his head against the impressive boobage and moaned as he came almost as hard as she did.

Zara felt his hot sticky goo filling her, and oh she wanted to hate it. To be so disgusted by another man using her instead of her husband… She hated him, didn't she…? She looked down to where Flynn lifted his head from her breasts, his freckled face and half lidded green eyes. She watched him open his mouth up and latch onto her breast.

A gasp, then a moan came from the woman as the white boy suckled upon her bosom. She reached down to reflexively stroke his hair, but stopped her hand.

'No! He's forcing me! He's a monster! A demon…'

A demon who shifted his hips, and began slowly pumping into her again. Fucking her there on the couch with more passion and need than she could remember feeling. Both of his hands grabbed at her breasts, groping them as his hips worked away into her. She watched the boy open his mouth, then felt him bite down.

"Eee-!" That was most definitely a squeal. His teeth chomped into her breast, not on the delicate nipple, thank Allah. But into the thick fleshy areola. Pain stung her at the same time his thrusting shaft sent a surge of pleasure into her.

He pulled off, a rough and very visible bite mark left on her breast. She stared down at it in shock while the boy grinned at her. "Hehe… these-!" he growled at her while his hands squeezed her breasts so hard that her flesh bulged out between his fingers. "Belong to me!"

She cried out as he punctuated that last word with a hard, extra deep thrust. "Aieeee!" Zara squealed loudly as he jammed into her cervix yet again. Her hands flailed then groped at hte couch. Her legs kicked, the one hooking over the back of the thing and squeezing tight as she felt like she was about to be split in half

Flynn didn't say it, but she felt it. He was laying claim to that as well. Her pussy was his, her breasts were his. The boy reached up, grabbing at her head roughly and nearly pulling off her hijab! She bent forward, desperate to keep her last vestige of purity in place-!

Flynn kissed her. Shoving his mouth against hers, and kissing her with passion she'd never felt. Especially when she felt his tongue push into her mouth and tangle with her own. The woman's eyes went wide, and as the boy broke the kiss he gathered saliva in his mouth and spit onto her face.

"Mine!" The boy snarled while Zara cried out in disgust, her eyes opening wide. She reached up to wipe at her face, and the boy reached between her hands and grabbed her neck with one of his.

"Guck!" Instantly air was cut off. Mostly. She gasped painfully, and Flynn grinned at her. A savage looking expression as he held her life in his hands and fucked her relentlessly.

He was still showing her, showing her that she belonged to him. Marking her inside and out, and laying hands on her in a way she'd never experienced. She could barely breathe, her fingers and toes started to go numb, and as the boy drove himself into her she had the biggest orgasm of her life.

Sure, it meant it was just a bit stronger than the one she'd had that morning, but it was still something she'd never forget. When she finally came down from the high, she realized his hand was gone. She was sucking in air, her lips upturned for several seconds in a thoughtlessly silly smile of exhilaration.

Zara quickly wiped the look off her face, and looked at the boy. Her eyes had rolled so hard it had hurt, but now she could focus on the boy still fucking her… though slowly now. Her pussy seemed to ache suddenly, a hungry need coming up from her belly as his cock moved agonizingly slow!

"Still want me to go fast?" The boy asked, and she felt her eyes go wide. Zara's chin shook, and her mouth felt dry.

She shook her head. No. No she didn't.

"Say it." The boy urged, and she had to blink several times while licking her lips.

"Go.. Go faster…!" She urged, but he only smiled wider.

"Do what faster?"

'I hate him! Oh Allah, I hate him!'

Her mouth worked for a moment, but she refused to say the words. Not even the words she would like to say, but the words she knew he wanted her to say.

"F-Fuck…" Flynn's smile grew wide. "Fuck. Me. Faster. Faster!" He was nodding, stopping his thrusts even, the bastard. "Fuck me faster! Fuck me harder! Fuck meee-Aaahnnn!" Flynn fucked her.

He slammed his cock into her hard and deep, and jammed it right into her as if he intended to plant his flag in her very womb. In that moment, as he pumped into her most private place, taking her in a way she knew instinctually that only he, only this devilish white boy could, she didn't care. She wanted it, she needed it. Zara wrapped her legs around the boy's waist, her long nails scratched into his back, and she cried out to the heavens as she was hit with orgasm after orgasm, till finally she wasn't the only one.

"Mmmmng! Yes! Yes! Cum for me you stupid Muzzy slut! Cumm all over this dick, you horny hijabi WHORE!" The boy came inside of her while shouting such awful abuse. Even then, Zara didn't care, she bent her back and pushed her hips up into him, feeling hot, sticky, and such very fresh cum gushing into her pussy.

The boy thrust several more times as he finished, finally slowing down while panting hard. Zara wiped at her face, but it felt useless. His saliva seemed to have blended with her sweat, it was just a layer of glistening dross on her face now. She gave up, not caring. In that moment she wouldn't have cared if it had been fresh cum on her face… in fact, the idea might have made her well stuffed pussy tingle.

The boy pulled out of her with surprising viciousness. She moaned out as his girth left her, felt his seed start to drain out of her. So much… But it was still stiff. She swallowed hard, her mouth watering as she looked at it.

Flynn moved, awkwardly on the couch, but steadily. His cock head, slick with both their juices, was directed towards her face. It drooped down and left a snail trail along her belly, between her breasts. It ran into her Hijab and Zara whimpered and lifted her chin away from the thing.

He grabbed her tits, on either side of his cock, and squeezed them together. The boy started to hump her chest, fucking her breasts again. Oh, it looked like she would be getting that layer of fresh cum after all.

"Oh Allah…" She moaned, honestly not even sure why she was calling out to her god, she was lost to these filthy acts. But Flynn actually stopped. He looked down at her with his brows furrowed. Why was he like this? He was so angry at her! Had she really been that horrible to him? She wanted to say no, but did it even matter at this point.

"If you can use that mouth to pray more, then I think you can use it for something else."

Zara didn't understand. Not right away. It was such an alien concept to her, but she wasn't an idiot. "What?!"

"Remember what I said about DLS? Well it's time to put yours to work! Open your frickin' mouth!" He spoke with a wicked smile on his face that somehow got wider as she obeyed.

The boy shoved his cock forward, past her breasts and finally shoved the head of his swollen member into her mouth! It instantly pushed down Zara's tongue, the taste of it something new and bizarre. Her fluids, his, she had no idea what was which as it all mingled in her mouth. She should have been ashamed, disgusted, but post orgasm, she no longer cared.

"Don't you dare bite!" He growled, and the woman gave her head a small but quick shake of her head to promise she wouldn't.

"Close your mouth. And start sucking!" Her lips closed around the obscene girth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, but looking down she saw him still glaring at her. "Don't just suck! Use your tongue! Heck, use your friggin brain!" She cringed back, but tried harder.

Zara sucked, and she licked. She moved her mouth a bit, and her tongue exploratorily examined the fat knob in her mouth. As big as his cock was, it somehow felt bigger still in her mouth. The head was stiff but oddly soft, almost spongey. The groove around it giving way to a different texture while also blasting her with a strong taste. That groove no doubt holding residue from multiple sources.

Zara focused on the appendage intruding upon her mouth and to the womans shock she began to quickly pick up the knack for sucking cock.

Zara found the spots he seemed to really enjoy, she could tell by the way the boy was breathing. She looked down at his shaft, sitting between her breasts. Zara gripped her mammaries and pushed them together without being told. Flynn sucked in a sharper breath, and she started to work them along the shaft as much as she could with him on top of her.

"Hnng… Yeah… that's-Hnng! So hot! Mrs. Abdallah, you look sooo friggin' sexy-hnng! Suh-sucking on my-mmmngg!" The boy seemed to get overtaken by his own arousal at the sight and sensation of her mouth. His hips bucked, his tip nearly grinded into a tooth then the boy pulled back, yanking his cock out of her mouth! "Oh-! Oh wow!" They both stared at his tip that shined with saliva… and her shiny lip gloss. "So-hnngg! So hot!"

Then the boy began thrusting his hips, and wildly fucking her tits. Not trusting her inexperienced mouth as his need grew to desperate levels.

"Hnnng! S-So close!" The boy moaned while Zara worked her breasts intime to his feverish need. "I-I'm gonna-! I'm almost-!"

In that moment, unbidden by the boy, Zara opened her mouth wide. Truly, how much of a shameful harlot could she be to want to willingly imbibe his seed!

Flynn saw it, and his eyes flew wide with almost childlike wonder. Then he came all over the pretty muslima's face.

The first thick shot of jizm… Hit her right in the eyeball. The right one. "Aieee!" She cried out, her eye stinging. The second shot landed in her mouth mid yell. Thick salty ball gravy covering her tongue. Her eyes closed, the rest smeared across her face till the boy groaned and leaned back a bit. Then Zara reflexively groped and squeezed her own tits to cover the tip of the boy's meat.

A few more spurts popped out from between her bosom, but over half his load dribbled down over Zara's belly or up and over her breast and collar bone.

When it finished she wiped at her eye while murmuring in her native tongue. It still stung, and as she blinked a few times she swore she could see things wiggling in her vision.

'Evil djinn no doubt, what else would such a monstrous child expel!'

It was possible her ire had risen with the act. She also tried not to think about how that meant he'd pumped djinn into her womb as well.

"Uh… Sorry about your eye." That was the most shocking part yet. Zara stared at the boy in astonishment. Flynn winced harder still as he saw it was red.

He didn't apologize for biting her nipple, for spitting on her face, or for blackmailing her into being his bedwarmer! But for that?

"It was an accident." The boy said, an awkward explanation.

"That… is alright. I am… I am sure I will be well." Zara said, somehow even more unwieldy with her words.

Flynn blew out a breath, then grinned. "Ok! Well… I think I can go one more time!" He got up from her stomach, one leg on the ground, the other buried between the couch cushions and the back of the seat.

"What?!" She tried to think, to count. Hadn't he cum in her pussy… twice? And then on her face? Now a fourth?! She looked at his organ, and sure enough it still looked relatively enthusiastic. Then she turned her head to find a clock.

"Your parents-!" She said desperately. "They will be here… Very soon!"

Flynn looked at the clock as well and bit his lip. "Hmmm…" Finally he nodded.

"Ok. Let's do it from behind again!" He smiled brightly. "I'm pretty sure I'll cum really fast that way!" She stared at the boy in disbelief, then heaved a moan of resignation.

Flynn moved off of her, and at his direction Zara moved to kneel on the couch. She grabbed the back of it and looked back at the boy. "I just realized…" He said thoughtfully while stroking his cock and getting it into place. "Your tits are so big I can see them from behind when you're upright like this!"

Zara looked at the boy with a mixture of horror and astonishment.

"Please… Just… Just fuck me already, you demon spawn!" She was too tired to deal with this shit…

To her surprise, Flynn barked out a laugh and started to cackle. "I love it when you ask!" She grimaced in reply but it was too late now. Flynn pressed the tip of himself to her and with a grunt shoved himself inside.

"Aahnnngg!" Zara cried out despite everything. She still felt like she was about to be split in half! Though… now she had to admit… Deep down at least. That she could feel pleasure. Deep down, but rapidly welling up as the boy thrust in, pulled out to just the tip, then jammed in HARD. "Mmngaaah!" She moaned, drool falling from her mouth as the boy tried to twist her pussy inside out.

"Mmmng, yeahhh. Feels… So good-nngg!" Flynn moaned, his face shoved against her back. She felt his small hands let go of her hips, reach up, and grab her breasts. His fingers brushed against where she'd been bitten so hard. Yet again, the twinge of pain twisted with the pleasure and sparked something inside her. Something twisted and not altogether terrible.

The marks were still so visible, and most likely would be for at least another day or so. That would be the weekend… Time away from this monster. Time to try and forget what he'd made her do. Time to forget the way he made her feel.

He began thrusting into her rapidly. Fucking her with that deep desperation she'd never known before him. His fat man meat grinding against every sensitive spot in her pussy, and his heavy balls started to slap wetly against her from below. Every time, causing her to twitch as a tingle came up from that extra sensitive spot at the top of her pussy.

She wanted to hate him. She wanted to deny him. She could do neither… not when yet again, she felt that pleasure coming from deep inside, dragged up by this savage child and his unholy lust for her.

Zara moaned, and an orgasm came over her. With it came a burning moment of clarity.

'He needs to finish… quickly… Otherwise I won't be able to clean up… If his parents… if they catch us… I won't get to experience this… ever again!'

Twenty minutes later Flynn was hugging his mother while Zara nodded to his father before turning to leave. The boy peaked around his mothers hip and Zara glanced back just in time to meet his eyes.

"Enjoy the weekend…" He'd told her, grinning down at her as she'd cleaned up his splooge, his penis was finally, blissfully limp. It was still freakishly big, and very distracting. "Next week… We're gonna have a lot of fun!"

Chapter 3

Chapter Text

Monday

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Unnng!"

Zara's eyes rolled and her puckered lips trembled around her bared teeth as Flynn, the boy next door, drilled her pussy. She remembered him being big, but somehow it seemed she'd forgotten just how much as his overdeveloped white meat felt like it was stretching out her married pussy for the first time. In actuality it had been 48 hours since he'd last used her, but apparently that short break had left the boy positively ravenous.

On all fours wearing only her head scarf, the muslima's big tits swung and bounced. The boy's hips were slamming into her with an almost desperate need that was rapidly speeding up. She grunted like an animal in time to his rapid thrusts, then finally groaned out heavily as she did the unthinkable… She came all over the monstrous child's demonic manhood.

Flynn didn't notice, the boy had a death grip on her caramel cheeks, squeezing her ass for all he was worth while the freckled boy moaned and rapidly approached his own long delayed orgasm.

Delayed by the weekend, that is, the boy had been fucking her for less than a minute… She knew, and was deeply ashamed at how quickly her body had betrayed her to the obscene pleasures his abuse had begun to deliver.

There had been a faint hope for Zara that the boy would cease his insanity come the new week. Realize how ludicrous his treatment of her was, perhaps? But no, the moment his parents had left their large apartment Flynn had begun stripping.

Looking back at the boy anxiously Zara had been disturbed to see the tip of his erection sticking out of the boy's waist band! He didn't explain to her why he had done such a thing, but it wasn't hard to figure out.

Flynn was horny. The boy had been waiting all weekend to get her alone again. So yeah, Flynn had woken up with the mother of all morning woods and had decided to leave it sticking out of his shorts rather than try to tamp it down in a pointless and painful attempt.

"Finally!" The boy said as his shirt hit the ground and he gripped his shorts. His meat fit to bursting, even when no longer held up by his clothing it still stood at an impressively erect angle. Zara was horrified by it once more, but also, deep down inside, flattered that she could inspire such unseemly lust…

Thankfully, while she'd had hopes of him reneging on his promise to keep using her, she had still been obedient. The married muslim next door had nothing under her abaya, so with it off, she only had to get on her knees to be ready to receive him. Which led to her current state, of getting her caramel cushions clapped hard by the wicked young boy.

"Hnnng!! Oh, yessss, take it in that t-t-tight muzzy cunny, you niqabi whooooore!" The boy moaned out the abuse while nearly doubling over on top of her hips and planting his cock deep inside.

Zara had never even worn a niqab before, the silly child. But that annoyance wasn't what caused her to bite her lip or her left eye to begin twitching spasmodically. No, it was the sensation of a cock several times larger than her husbands invading her cervix. Just before unloading what felt like an infinite amount of HOT caucasian seed directly into her womb.

"Mmmng-gaaahhh!" Zara released a gasping moan as the inside of her pussy seemed to get forcefully stretched even more by just the boy's all encompassing baby gravy. "Sho… Sho mushhh…" She slurred aloud.

'Was it this much before?! It's like he was saving it for me, building up more just to fill me with! It's working… I've never felt so full!'

Cum leaked thickly from Zara's pussy. Running down her thighs, dripping from Flynn's balls, or from the bottom of her slightly distended belly.

"Ung!" Flynn grunted loudly as he pulled back a bit, and there was a wet splash as even more jizm gushed out around his dick.

"Oh gagh-neeh!" Zara's moan was cut off as the boy roughly shoved his fully size back into her. At the same time the boy fell onto her back, his pale skin flush with her caramel. He reached around he groped the woman and his white fingers sank heavily into her full bosom.

'I-I forgot! He's never done that quickly! There is a demon in the boy, and it guides his-

Flynn didn't stop anytime soon. He fucked her on all fours, and steadily ground her into nothing. At least that was how it felt when three massive loads later and she was laying flat on the ground while the boy humped at her wobbling ass. The boy flipped her over, entered her again, and drifting in and out of unconsciousness all Zara heard was the sound of the boy's hips, of his lips sucking upon her tits, and her own voice in a long carrying moan as she came again and again and again.

She wasn't sure how long he fucked her before the boy left to clean up and get to his studies. When she eventually rose, bowlegged and aching. She found him sleeping in his room. This gave Zara time to clean, both the apartment, and herself, then she passed out as well.

Only to awaken to a new and more terrible demand.

"A blow-what?!" Zara's voice rose to an impressively high pitch as she looked up at the boy. She was sitting on her haunches, while Flynn stood before her with his stiff dick in hand.

"Tch, did you already forget! You polished my knob from between your tits on Friday!" He pointed behind him. "We did it on that couch!" Zara sank in on herself. While the boy smirked.

"Now its time to do it right…" He gave his dick a shake while she sighed with her eyes closed.

"Fine…" She said, as if she was agreeing when they both knew she didn't really have a choice. "What do you want me to do?" She had her arms crossed across her naked chest as if that might ward the boy off.

The boy chuffed out a laugh.

"It's not rocket science, Zara." He wasn't lying.

The married woman fit the boy's penis into her mouth for the second time. This time she was doing it on purpose instead of just having the little brute shove it into her open craw. Zara sighed again, then closed her lips around the tip.

"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth…" Flynn's voice was husky and he looked down at Zara in complete earnestness.

A deep flush burned in Zara's cheeks but she only glared up at the boy in reply, the head of his cock pushing down her tongue and searing the musky flavor into her brain whether she wanted it to or not... Flynn shrugged.

"Ok! Just like before! Suck it! Stroke it! And don't forget about those big mocha melons!" He burst into laughter while Zara realized, to her infinite shame, that sucking cock was like riding a bike. Especially when she seemed to have such a natural talent for it.

Though part of that might have been Flynn's pure excitement as she experimented and tried out new ways to use her lips and tongue, and yes, eventually her hands and even her tits to stimulate the girth throbbing away inside her mouth.

Flynn worked harder to hold back his orgasm than she'd ever seen, visibly shuddering with the effort while she squeezed her brown tits together around his pale length and bobbed her head. But when those big bright hazel eyes of hers looked up while his tip was engulfed in the muslima's amazing lips… He lost it.

She'd tasted quite a bit of the boy's semen a few days before, but there seemed to be a world of difference between catching a few spurts on her tongue, and having Flynn McDonnell unload a full nut directly into her mouth.

"Mmmmphh!" Zara's eyes went wide as her cheeks suddenly filled with slimy salty jizm. The thick stuff gushed into her throat, and her eyes watered. On instinct, she swallowed, gulping down Flynn's ball gravy even as more and more of it gushed into her mouth. She didn't even know why she'd done such a disgusting thing, in the end it didn't matter and his cum spilled out around his mouth, spilling over her tits and covering them.

"Hnnng… Hoooly, cruuuuddd… Mmmngg! Z-Zara… ssshooo guuu-mmnggg!" Flynn stomped a foot, and as she tried to pull away, he gripped her head and pushed in harder.

The tip of his cock shoved against her throat, and beyond.

The tears welling up in her eyes fell, spilling down her cheeks as the last several gouts of cum pumped directly into her belly. Save some that got rerouted to burst out of her nose as Zara desperately tried to push the boy off.

Gagging, spitting up cum, Zara breathed a sigh of relief that it was over.

Then she remembered what a stupid idea that was.

"Now I wanna test your gag reflex!"

She wanted to ask what that was exactly. Silly question since he'd already given it a mild test before. But really, there wasn't a chance for anymore words as Flynn gripped her head and the woman had barely half a second to open her mouth before

"GLUCK! MMMNNGGG!" It was impossible to relay anything when the boy had jammed what felt like a foot of cock meat down her throat! She looked up with tears in her eyes to see Flynn's mouth hanging open in sexual pleasure.

"Hoooly… crap! Mnnng!" then the boy started to buck his hips into her face.

"GLUCK!GLUCK!GLUCK!GLUCK!"

It seemed that not only was Zara a talented cock sucker, she had next to no gag reflex. Before she knew it, the boy's balls were slapping into her chin. Her nose nearly shoved into his pelvic. Though by that point she'd run so short on oxygen that she was on the verge of consciousness. Thankfully when Flynn came this time, he pulled out first.

The boy gave her the mother of all money shots. Holding her head and a handful of hair in one hand while his other painted the pretty muslima in man chowder.

She was barely conscious of it, and quite woozy as the boy brought her her abaya and instructed her to use it to wipe up her face then put it on. Her face still glistened with jizz when the McDonnell's came into the apartment moments later.

The McDonnel's were good people, and Flynn's mother noticed that Zara's eyes were bloodshot, almost as if she'd been crying. She waved it away as seasonal allergies. Flynn remarked on how terrible that must be, that she might end up having issues all week.

Zara stiffly nodded along to the boy's words. Yes… all week. That matched with his instructions for the rest of the week as well.

Tuesday

If the McDonnell's had noticed or were curious about the heavier makeup Zara wore the next day, they kept to themselves. She was thankful that… it was the only thing she had to be thankful for. She truly felt like a whore now.

At Flynn's direct order, she'd started wearing mascara like she had when she was younger, and instead of just simple gloss her lips were a dark red.

Of course her husband hadn't noticed either. But at this point she was starting to wonder if the man would notice if she was being bent over by the boy in front of him. Then she had to work very hard to not wonder why that thought made her hot.

Flynn though, he definitely noticed. He had to readjust his bottoms several times before his parents finally left, and then his cock was out and ready. He didn't even get completely naked, and for the first time since they'd begun, he didn't even wait for her to get naked either.

Flynn had Zara kneel on the spot.

Loathe as she was to admit it, she was fully prepared to suck the boy off. Zara licked her red lips wetten them, and the boy visibly shuddered. She opened her mouth up, but was surprised as he stroked his cock and held back. Instead he gave her a different order.

"Pucker up… Kiss it."

Heat filled her face, and Zara's smokey eyes widened. The order wasn't as obscene as other things he'd told her to do, or just done to her. But it was so… intimate. She blinked rapidly, unable to meet his gaze for several moments. But she didn't protest.

Zara wrapped her long nailed fingers around the tip of the boy's prick. Puckered her plump red lips. Then placed a soft and wet kiss right over the tip of his meat. She stared up at him as she did, her eyes seeming so much larger as she met his gaze while performing the deviant act.

It was impressive just how much it pleased the boy. Zara felt him throb in her hands, against her lips… then she felt something warm push out of his tip, precum drooling out and pooling in the small space between her lips and his prick.

Finally she pulled back with a "Muah!" of a nice wet kiss, leaving a noticeable imprint of her lips in red on his cock.

Zara stared at the lipstick stain, visible proof of their taboo interactions. Slowly, she drew her eyes up to the boy.

"You are soooo friggen' hawt!" The boy proclaimed, his earnest compliment putting more flush into her cheeks than the act she'd just performed.

"Uh… Er, thank you-" She cut off with a gasp as Flynn grabbed her head. She knew what was coming next, and only just managed to open up her mouth in time.

"GLUCK!GLUCK!GLUCK!GLUCK!GLUCK!!"

Flynn gave her gag reflex another thorough test. Fucking the almost fully dressed muslima's mouth without compunction. Zara took the abuse with admirable endurace. Her eyes tearing up, but her hands steady as she gripped the boy's hip and forced her throat to relax on every thrust.

Zara watched the boy's length become ensconced in rings of red lipstick, more and more every thrust. The rings went shockingly far down his engorged length. Drool and slime rained down from her chin and soon from the boy's balls as he pushed in deeper and deeper. It smeared across her chest, and Zara would be ashamed to notice how the soon drenched piece of cloth revealed her stiff nipples underneath.

Flynn came even faster than the first time he'd done such a deed. Stimulated by her kiss more than the woman would have ever suspected. Finally a moan, dug up from deep within the boy's chest, spilled out of his mouth. He nearly doubled over the Hijab wearing cock sucker as he began pumping his seed directly into her belly.

If she'd thought his load the prior day had been large, that had clearly been foolishness. That had been what the boy had remaining after a long morning of multiple creampies. This was an order of magnitude larger. Flynn gasped, he moaned, and he kept her throat utterly locked up with cock meat as he dislodged his nightly supply of white seed.

Zara felt her air supply grow short while her stomach swelled. She clutched at her belly, even as her face started to pale. Finally, Flynn stumbled away from her, his meat coming free with a disturbing sucking sound as Zara seemed to crumple in on herself while coughing and gasping for air.

"God I love having your mouth on my junk! I don't wanna stop… I'm not gonna stop!" At first he just sounded like the excitable young boy that he was, but by the end he seemed to have come upon an epiphany.

Because after all… Why couldn't he have it all?

Zara spent the next hour in possibly the most demeaning position of her life. On her knees, underneath the young boy's desk. Instructed outright to NOT suck, the boy turned his sexy next door neighbor into a literal cockwarmer.

Flynn had quite a bit to get caught up on, he'd really let the slut distract him too much on monday. He was sure to tell her that as she got into position.

Zara stayed on her knees, the boy's girth throbbing in her gullet and god only knows how much precum gathered on her tonsils before she swallowed again and again. The boy used her mouth as a motivational tool. Proclaiming that he wouldn't do anything with her until he finished all-... Ok, HALF his work!

Then Zara was instructed to lay on the boy's bed with her head hanging off the edge.

"You're going to use my mouth like this?!" Zara was utterly sure she was about to be suffocated by cock.

"Heck yeah!" Flynn didn't seem concerned. "This way I can get past your throat a lot easier!"

Allah damn the boy, but he was right. On her back, with him grabbing her skyward facing tits, his dick was able to slide right into her throat with a hitherto unseen ease. Flynn moaned, fucked her face, and Zara just took it, her badly running mascara quickly smeared all over the boy's big white testicles.

Afterwards Zara scrubbed the carpet clean and left the room to start preparing the boy's lunch. Her own stomach was quite full at least.

She still wasn't hungry by the time his meal was done, but Zara knew her fate. She kneeled down before the boy with her mouth open and waiting.

Zara wasn't sure if her trying to anticipate the boy annoyed him, or if he just decided on a whim, but yet again her expectations were dashed.

Rather than sucking him off, the boy demanded she bend over in front of the chair he'd just sat in. She expected him to want to fuck her… She wasn't expecting him to suddenly squeeze out a bottle of something cool and greasy over her ass.

"W-what-? Flynn?! What is that?! What are you doing?!" Zara's voice was a bit raspy from all the facial abuse, but she was still plenty understandable. The muslima turned her head from side to side, but couldn't quite make it out.

"Olive oil." He supplied simply, and sure enough he placed the half empty bottle down on the table where she could see it. "Now hold still."

"Why are you squirting that on me, Flynn? What absurd perversity requires you to-" She stiffened up, and believe it not the poor woman realized what the boy was doing a split second before she felt it.

Then the underside of Flynn's fat cock head tapped down onto her untouched balloon knot.

"I've got your pussy pretty used to my dick, and you're a natural cock sucker! There's only one hole left to use!" The boy asked, and she felt him starting to apply pressure to her poor asshole.

'Is he serious! Of course he is, the demon! This-this is unspeakably haraam! Sacrilege! Something only the most deviant of harlots would perform!'

Zara tried to speak, she really did. To beg him not to, maybe even to demand. Perhaps to appeal to him to just keep using her pussy, Allah help her. But she was breathless as the boy casually began to violate her final hole.

"I learned about olive oil online, I've wanted to try it out ever since!" His words were meaningless to the helpless woman, then he shoved his cock into her virgin asshole.

"Aiiiyaaaaaahhhh!!" Zara had never screamed so loud in her life.

Flynn made a face, partially wincing at the woman's throat shattering hollering, or from just how TIGHT Zara's asshole was around his cock.

"Hoooleee… Mmmmng!" The boy groaned as he forced himself even deeper, and Zara sucked in a ragged gasp then screamed again, if at half the decibel level.

"B-Bastard! Hee-hee-heatheennnn! You are-Oh Allah! You are tearing me in twooooo-" The boy shoved in over half his oiled up length, and Zara's words crumbled into animal bleating. Her face fell flat against the seat still warm from Flynn's bottom, while her own was destroyed by the white boy's bestial member.

Flynn didn't rush it for once. It seemed her ass was so tight that even he couldn't just dominate it. The boy had to let Zara's bottom relax, then he took her inch by inch. Drilling his manhood in till the woman's stomach swelled up as his cock filled her literal guts.

By that point, not only had Zara adjusted to an impressive degree, she'd started to enjoy it. She was sickened by her own emotions, by the lewd and disgusting sense of pleasurable release she felt every time the boy shifted inside her. She chewed her lip, shuddered in place, and more than once pushed her ass back without even realizing onto the boy's dick.

When he finally came, the woman collapsed. Pushing the chair away and sinking to the cool tiled floor as hot boy cum flooded her guts. Flynn's dick, every inch of it having been squeezed like nothing before, came out and dangled, limp and completely milked. At least for the moment.

He leaned on the kitchen table as he looked down at the woman twitching with cum bubbling out of her still slightly agape asshole.

Flynn moved around the woman, then crouched slightly. His semi soft member nearly touching the ground. "Zara, you did great! Those big brown buns nearly sucked the life out of my dingdong!" He laughed joyously while Zara barely lifted her head. "Now… I'm gonna need you to lick me nice and clean."

She sobbed, but slowly moved into an upright position. "I… I hate you…" She murmured as the boy lifted his dick up to her mouth.

"Aw, don't be that way! We've got like plenty of time before my parents get back!" He shook his dangling cum slick member before the woman.

Wednesday

"I want you to suck me off." The boy was smirking as he said it. "Just your mouth, no hands."

Zara was confused, even thrown a bit that the boy didn't want to abuse her throat. But as long as he left her ass alone, she didn't care. In fact she was almost pathetically grateful for the opportunity to keep his disgusting third leg away from her hindquarters.

Of course the boy couldn't make it easy but she managed. Zara sucked him to completion. Hijabi covered scalp bobbing while her lips and tongue worked for all they were worth till finally- her cheeks bulged around the tip of his member, her throat gulping down his seed under her hijab.

"Hnng… Alright! That was a great start. I think… maybe two more times before I get to my work?" The boy looked at an imaginary watch. "You better get going!"

Zara grit her teeth, looking at the cock already smeared in lipstick, then got back to work.

By the time she got him to his second orgasm her jaw was aching. It had locked up twice, cramping painfully while she used her tongue awkwardly. It was that tongue, stretching past his balls to tickle the boy's taint that helped get him to the edge… When he came, his cock erupted all over Zara's face, her hijab was soaked in boy cream.

"Heeey… That's pretty great!" The boy paused the tv. He'd started watching cartoons half way through the second blowjob… it hadn't made things easier. "Ok! Just one more!" He looked at her, eyebrows waggling before he turned back to the show..

One more… one more release and she could be done. For now. It was something she wanted but…

"Please… May I use my hands, Flynn?" The boy raised a brow, then shook his head with a petulant sneer.

"Nah. That's lame. And an even lamer way to ask…" He started flipping through channels, not even looking at the woman as he replied.

"Ask?" Zara was clearly confused, and Flynn's nostrils flared for a moment.

"Yeah. It's always What do you mean suck your cock? And Why would you stick yourself in there? And Oh Allah, save me from this demon boy!" He rolled his eyes after finishing the surprisingly accurate imitation, and she realized she'd spoken aloud more than once while getting railed by the little bastard.

"You're a sexy piece of ass, but you're always either boring or bitchy or both." The boy was barely holding back laughter, she could see it in his wicked young eyes. "Bitchy gets you fucked… boring gets you fucked in new an humiliating ways to keep me entertained." The boy shrugged. "Figure it out." He picked up his remote again. "'Fore I decide to stretch out that ass again out of boredom…"

She glared at him, enraged that he'd threaten to use her in such a way for such a reason! Then Zara closed her eyes in defeat.

"Please… Master." That got the boy's attention. "May I-" He looked away, and she sucked in a breath. "May this, lowly, penis sucking, ball draining… Married, muslima, h-hijbabi harlot… May she please use her…" She thought for a moment, and instantly gave up on asking about her hands. Instead… "Her fat-! Arabian udders…!" She couldn't believe she was talking about her own breasts, but Flynn was giving her his full attention now.

"To please my masters-?" Zara scrunched up her face for a moment, mustering herself to throw away one of the last tattered remnants of her dignity. "My master's magnificent white CAWK." She had to fight to force out the last few words, but she did it.

It was definitely a hell of a lot easier to get the boy off with her caramel cream puffs wrapped around his meat than just her mouth alone. They were already nice and slick with cum for lubricant as well. One big sloppy titfucking, boobies bouncing wetly, and squeezing the hell out of the boy's shaft while she absolutely attacked the tip with her tongue, and Flynn was pleased.

As the boy walked away, Zara sighed. This was her life now. Draining this boy's balls, then cleaning up the mess, then getting ready to do it again. Oh… and she had to get him something to eat as well.

' Didn't even get me off for the trouble…'

It took her a few moments to realize how insane that incredibly intrusive thought was, then the married woman was throwing herself into her chores to not dwell on it.

"Hmmm, still some time before my parents get back, what should we do now…" Flynn stared at the muslima standing naked in his living room. Zara's eyes were closed as she took in a calming breath, then sighed.

"Master… I am at your disposal. My… My worthless islamic holes are yours. I only ask… please. Leave my bottom alone." Flynn raised a brow, and Zara grimaced. "I have not yet recovered from your… your massive manhood."

Flynn snorted out a laugh. "Is it really that sore?"

Zara's shoulders fell, and she spoke plainly. "Yes! I would rather flip upside down and let you choke me with that overstuffed sausage you call a penis! You can blacken my eyes with the pounding of your pale balls, just do not violate my already destroyed anus! Please!"

Flynn's mouth fell open. He'd never heard Zara speak in such a way. Finally the boy broke down laughing.

"Oh, wow!! Ok, ok…" The boy had to catch his breath, he also made a large show of wiping away a tear. "Fine. I'll even make you a deal." Zara frowned at the boy's words. "There's something I wanna try. And you have to do it, NO BACKTALK. And in exchange I won't mess with your butt for a while. Deal?"

'What exactly is a while?! Ugh… little monster. This is the best I can hope for though.'

Zara sighed, then nodded. "Very well-"

She was surprised to see the boy's face splitting into a wide, and honestly very childlike grin before she finished the words.

"Yay! Ok, I'll be right back! Stay there!" Then he ran off, his only semi erect penis bouncing along between his thighs.

'What is that big dicked demon playing at?'

She would come to regret the thought as the boy rushed back into the room, sliding on the balls of his feet, with an oversized cowboy hat on his head.

"Giddy up, pard'ner!" Flynn threw on an overdone cowboy accent as he spoke.

"What?" Maybe he had a point about her saying that too much, but she really was at a loss.

Laughing, Flynn rushed over and started pulling at her arm. "Get down on all fours!" She blinked, momentarily taken aback.

'What in Allah's name have I agreed to…?'

Exactly what she expected. No sooner did Zara move to all fours, than Flynn jumped onto her. She felt his bottom land the small of her back, his balls squishing slightly against her while his dick slapped down onto her back.

"Ha! Hi ho, silver!" The boy called out, squeezing with his feet awkwardly.

"Flynn?! Are you seriously-Ahh!" The boy had grabbed the back end of her hijab and gave a hard yank to the side. It tightened around her throat, and she gurgled slightly.

"I said… Giddy up!" The boy said in an annoyed tone. Zara shook her head in absolute bewilderment and began crawling along the ground.

"Ah yeah! That's right! Lawbreakers beware, Sheriff Flynn is riding into town!" He laughed, cheered, and shot off finger guns into the air. All the while at least one hand pull in one direction or another. "Me and my trusty steed, uh… Ol'Sandy Bags! Hehehehe! We're gonna find those outlaws! Isn't that right girl?!"

It took a moment for Zara to realize the boy was talking to her. She looked back at him, her wide eyes absolutely lost.

Flynn rolled his eyes and reached back to give her ass a good hard smack. "Ah!" Zara cried out and the boy followed up by pulling hard on her hair with both hands. "N-Nnng-!" Zara reared back on her knees. She reached down, hooking her arms under the boy's thighs while letting out her best impression of a whinnying horse.

"Yeehaa! That's right, SandyBags!"

Flynn seemed to appreciate the effort and Zara let go of him as she dropped back down to all fours.

It was the single most shameful moment of her life. And with the past week in mind, that was certainly saying quite a bit.

'Would I have been better letting him fuck my ass? Did he even want to fuck my ass again?'

"Ah, what a fine steed…" The boy hopped off her back at last, and began to move around to her back. "Time to show you some good ol'cowboy appreciation!"

'Oh thank goodness… He's just going to fuck me now.'

The pure honesty in her gratitude was an awe-inspiring, if rather depressing thing. But after riding her around the living room, his dick bouncing up and down on her back all the way, Zara realized she'd much rather be a sexual plaything than a literal toy.

Flynn gripped her Hijab with both hands and pulled back as hard as he could while slamming his cock home. "Yee… Hawww!" The boy shouted.

Before she could stop herself, Zara threw her head back and let out another whinny.

'I have forsaken even being a woman… I'm just a rutting beast! A filthy sow !'

On the bright side, beasts knew how to fuck. Zara threw her hips back in time to the boy's thrusting, and the little cowboy rode one orgasm after another out of his mare before he was done.

Flynn fell forward on his 'mare', hands reaching under to grope Zara's breasts while his swinging hips delivered the day's wages of hot stick cum into her tight pussy.

She knew she'd have to clean the Hijab again, but she had brought spares.

To her surprise though, the boy started tugging at the hijab but not in any way to lead or even choke her.

"W-What are you doing?!" Zara reached up to brush his hands away, covering her headscarf with both hands and overcome with an urge of surprisingly strong panic.

Flynn slid off her back as Zara straightened up, then frowned as the woman stiffly got to her feet, still covering her head gear protectively.

"I'm bored of seeing you in that head rag." He supplied with a casual shrug, and Zara's eyes flew wide. "So... take it off. Let me see what you look like without it."

Zara didn't move for several seconds. He… he hadn't asked for that much. Not really. He'd taken her already. Used her in every manner there was. Her every hole sexually plugged up and pumped full of his seed. Enough into her womb that- She squeezed her eyes shut against that line of thought.

But when she opened her eyes, Zara was smiling. A shaky thing, clearly forced. Just like her voice.

"Oh. Uh-Of course… That is… simple. Simple enough…" Zara raised up shaky hands, and easily undid the scarf. She gripped the sides of it on either side of her head, another second passed… then she pulled it down to reveal long straight black hair. The hijab was taken off fully, and Zara held it tightly in one hand before Flynn reached out and took it. She didn't even try to keep it in her grasp.

"Oh! It's pretty much just a scarf huh?" The boy laughed for a moment, then focused on her. "Hmmm… Ok, turn around!" She rotated, no longer even caring about her violated backdoor or the fresh cum even now leaking from her recently fucked pussy.

Flynn didn't seem to care about it either, he focused on the sight of her long hair. It fell much farther than he would have expected, and Flynn grinned and moved to walk around her a bit as well.

"Geez, look at it all! And always hidden! Crazy!" He laughed and Zara trembled.

Truthfully… Zara loved her hair. She loved the long straight strands, thick and black, full and luxurious. She remembered when she was younger, yearning to display it for her future husband.

Kamir had told her she was beautiful… Then frowned everytime she let her hair down.

"Geez, you're sexy as heck! Ok, that's it… Bend back over, Zara! I wanna hit that from behind!" It seemed Flynn agreed with Kamir on one thing.

"Just… just stay away from my ass!" Zara said as she obediently got to her hands and knees. Flynn cackled.

"I already said I wouldn't, chill out! Oh-! New rule!" Flynn added he moved behind her, the tip of his prick finding her wet lips as if the extremity was alive. "When it's just the two of us… you strip completely naked. I don't want any clothing on this sexy body of yours… Heh, unless it's something I picked out." The boy gave her ass one more good smack, his hand sticking to her bottom and giving a good squeeze.

Then he was inside her. The swollen tip pushing into her with an aggression she was all too used to. Her pussy quivered as it was stretched out and a moan broke free from the woman.

At that point she stopped caring about his demands. All she knew was that her form… completely bare to him, had inspired the boy to take her like a man takes his wife. Or perhaps like a stallion takes a mare in heat. Perhaps she wouldn't mind being his mare again if it meant getting ridden like this.

Zara felt quite sure that she was losing her mind, but she didn't care.

What she did know was that Kamir had NEVER grabbed her hair during sex. Flynn pulled her back by it, as he drove himself into her. It was a new sensation, it should have been a painful one. But for some reason. As the boy pulled on her hair, as he struck her ass, as he railed on her for being such a dirty desert slut and a brown skinned, cock loving whore!

She came harder than ever before.

Of course then the boy had to ruin it, by pulling out midway through his creampie and gushing out his load all over the back of her head.

"Aaagh… My hair…!" Zara whimpered, not able to help herself.

"Hehe! I've cum everywhere else!" The boy explained. In further proof of her degrading sanity, Zara realized she was nodding along as if that made perfect sense.

'This child will be the end of me, body, mind, and soul… At least it feels good, the little monster.'

Flynn surprised her then, offering sudden and quite unexpected compassion.

"Aw, c'mon, Mrs. Abdallah!" He walked past her, giving her ass one last squeeze. "Let's wash that mess off!"

Zara's brows drew together, but after a moment the woman followed the boy.

Things started to clear up quickly… As Flynn led the way towards the shower.

Flynn stared with eager eyes, a wide smile, and a very stiff dick as water ran down Zara's body. She was soaping up her hair, using shampoo she'd brought from home just in case something even remotely similar to this had happened. The boy tended to get his fluids around.

Of course he wasn't content to just watch for long. Soon enough his hands began exploring her body. Suddenly finding a new fascination in her slick soapy tits and shiny wet ass. Of course that wasn't enough, and soon he was fingering her ass well. Index and middle fingers probing her pussy, and a thumb pushing into her still sensitive ass.

The woman seethed but put up with it. Even possibly enjoying it… Letting let out a sigh as the boy twisted his index finger in her bottom.

"Hmmm… think if I get it soapy enough, it'll feel better with my cock inside?"

Zara stiffened at the boy's question. She closed her eyes, weighing her options. Perhaps bringing up his promise… But then, if he wanted to fuck her ass… she couldn't stop him. "Maybe… maybe if you get it really, really soapy."

Flynn laughed wildly and grabbed a bottle of body wash.

Soon Zara was on all fours, and breathing roughly as the boy pushed not one, not two, but three fingers into her asshole. One eye twitched, and she let out a ragged moan as she slowly rotated his digits.

"Yeah… I think this booty is ready!" He pulled them out and Zara shuddered as she felt her gaping hole slowly close. She tried to will it to relax and stay open, because soon… Ah, there it was, the throbbing tip was pressing to her 'exit'.

"Please… go slow…!" She begged, utterly ignored.

"Hehehehe! Round two! Lets… go!" The boy drove himself into her with no further notice.

Zara bit her knuckle and released a harsh seething breath as the boy swung his hips and started to fuck her. That was her only mercy, the boy was already pumping, but at least he wasn't trying to impale her on the goddamn thing.

'That's… That's not so bad… I can handle this much. Some soapy… shower… butt fucking?'

The woman tried to bite her lip, but couldn't help a small grin. Then as the sensation of constant release in her bottom grew, so did the smile on her face. Her thoughts came back to her, how absurd they were, how un-like her they were…

"Oh… Oh, Allah… Ha… hahaha…" A distorted but undeniable giggle came from the woman as the little boy pumped her ass in the shower.

"Oooh, you enjoying that, Mrs. Abdallah? Enjoying getting your... Mmmng, tight muzzy booty blasted? Hnng!"

She tried to deny it… but not very hard. "I… I don't hate it… Mmmng!"

Sure enough, Zara's grunts turned into moans as her slick asshole began to adjust to its stretching. Her back arched, and she began throwing her bottom back into the boy. The wet fleshy smacks of Flynn's hips on Zara's ass were loud in the shower, but she didn't mind. In fact, the muslima seemed to fall into a trance, the lewd pleasure drilling into her taboo back door again and again while hot water fell over them both till-

"Nnng! I'm gunna-!" Flynn cried out, moaning out his overwhelming pleasure as Zara only just started to truly feel her own.

' Already? But I haven't-! Inshallah, I should have rubbed myself!'

Zara had never touched herself sexually, but in that moment she realized that with the distinct pleasure the boy was puming into her ass… it would have been quite wonderful. Too late. With a groan of release, Flynn's hot sticky load was pumped into her asshole.

"Aiyaaah…" Zara sighed while the boy reached around her to squeeze her wet sudsy tits roughly. She looked down to his pale hands embedded in her glistening brown breasts, and almost smiled.

'Ah well. I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever the little devil does to me next.'

She should have known better. Honestly, the boy had a Shaitan given talent for making things worse.

The shower was off, but a hot spray of liquid landed on her back. Zara's eyes opened and she felt it working its way up, even as 'water' ran down over the curve of her ass. The liquid was hot, in a way different from the shower, and it was a single stream.

She looked back just as Flynn let out a small sigh of relief.

The boy was pissing on her. Warm from being inside the boy's body and now all over her, Flynn marked her in a brand new way. Like a dog marking his territory. Marking her as his property so no one else would ever touch her.

More importantly though, Flynn was pissing on her.

"FLYNNN!!" She screamed as the boy pissed down her back, and as she turned her face away, all over her long hair.

His laughter could be heard well outside the shower.

Thursday

Zara glared down wordlessly at the boy.

"You ok, Mrs. Abdallah?" He blinked, looking nothing but innocent despite the wrongs he had done to her.

The McDonnell's had left only a few minutes before. Soundlessly, Zara had stripped. She was naked before the boy, her arms crossed under her breasts. Waiting, glaring.

"That… was the most demeaning, disgusting thing I have ever experienced…!" The woman's voice was thick with emotion. Mostly anger.

Flynn blinked.

"Really?" Zara opened her mouth but the boy wasn't finished. "Even worse than when I plugged you in the pooper?" He gestured to her waistline and Zara's mouth fell open as she seemed to nearly collapse in on herself.

Several sounds, not quite words, spilled from the woman in a jumble. Finally, she sucked in a breathe and exploded.

"Yes! You-You URINATED on me!" She pointed at the boy with both hands, then stood there with her fingers reflexively opening and closing as if willing them to do so but with his neck inside.

"Tch. Eh, it's not that bad. I mean, what about when I came all over you? And inside you?! And when I made you suck on my donger for like… an hour?!" The boy looked fairly proud of his many accomplishments and Zara was breathless.

"Hmm… Ok, well look. How about this? You take a break this morning." The boy put his hand on his hips as Zara looked at him in suspicion.

"No, really! I'm super behind on all my stuff, and I'm just lucky my mom hasn't checked…" He shrugged. "I was gonna just bend you over, ya know, get a good handful of that gorgeous hair of yours…" His words sent a thrill of excitement through the woman. Lusty eagerness that spiked her anger like a thumb tack into a balloon.

"But you just chill out and watch those crazy housewives or something." The boy turned on his heel, and walked calmly to his room.

Zara watched him go, unable to tell him how badly she wanted the fiendish little monster to come back and make good on his lewd desires.

'I… I hate him… so much!'

But that hate wasn't for the same reason it had been a week earlier.

Zara tried to relax. To just watch useless pointless television and not think about her tormentor. Her abuser. Her using, violating, raping little monster with his disgusting, disturbingly inhuman, freakishly large cock. Producing its, stinky, sticky, thick and nasty, salty, gooey cum that just the smell of made her entire body tingle and-

The woman shuddered, almost jumping in place as if waking up from a disturbing dream. But no, it wasn't a dream, it was her own mind run amuck. Vile, filthy and absolutely haraam concepts that fit only the most foul and wanton of whores. Whores… and her.

"Unnngg…" Zara curled up on the couch, not even paying attention to whatever was playing. She stared at nothing, and shook with a burning desire she knew not how to quench. Zara was an addict in denial. Not even aware of her desperate need.

click*

The womans head snapped up, her long hair twirling at the sound. She watched the boy exit his room and walk towards the restroom. Reaching the door, the boy looked her way, and froze. Flynn raised one brow.

"You… uh, ok? Mrs. Abdallah?"

"Yes!" She immediately answered, then forced herself to look away from the boy.

Zara grabbed the remote, cranking up the volume. On screen… a tampon commercial blared loudly. She frowned, letting out a small groan.

"You sure?"

"Aiee!" Zara jumped in place, not having realized the boy had moved closer to her, she clutched at her chest. "Y-You startled me, Flynn!"

The boy just looked at her. He was leaning back a bit, his eyes a bit too wide. He was also fully dressed in a Tshirt and shorts. The boy pursed his lips thoughtfully.

"I-I am fine!" Zara didn't realize she had shouted at the boy. "Go! Finish your lessons!" She waved a wrist at him, shooing the boy away. It was quite similar to her attitude before the boy made his recording… only now she did it while absolutely naked. Her other hand, shaking slightly, rose up to brush her hair behind her ear.

Flynn just stared at her, and slowly, very slowly, he began to smile.

Then he started to undress. Zara realized it right away, and it took every fiber of her self control to not stare at the boy. To not start drooling as the youth tossed off his tshirt, then let his shorts and underwear fall to the ground. His penis dangled, only slightly aroused. But that was changing. He watched her watching him grow.

Then the boy turned away. A sharp strangled gasp came from the muslima. Flynn started to walk away, but in a different direction than she expected.

Across from the main living area, perpendicular to the bedrooms, was a curtained off, glass sliding door. Flynn pulled the curtain open and bright daylight streamed into the room. Zara's eyes squinted against it for a moment before adjusting.

Flynn walked onto the balcony, naked. He turned to look at her, and beckoned.

Zara stood up in a rush, her more jiggly bits continuing the motion even as she stood there looking at the boy. He moved to the balcony edge and was looking over it. Zara moved towards him as silently requested.

She stopped at the edge of the light, then slowly walked up to the balcony door. Sunlight was touching parts of her body that… She wasn't sure it ever had, not even when she was a small girl. She certainly hadn't been the time to take nude strolls, even then. But after one long look at the boy's back, she walked out into the light.

Immediately her hair began to whip about her, and she gathered it as best she could. The apartment building was tall. A highrise, nearly a hundred stories, several hundred occupants. She looked around, suddenly anxious. Anyone could see them… Well, anyone who had an open view of this side of the building, where they were over 80 stories in the air. Anyone who might be looking during the middle of the work day. But it was a big city, it was most definitely a possibility.

"I don't come out here too often!" Flynn said, his voice raised over the wind.

"I like it though." The boy turned his head back to her this time. "Living in the city is pretty crazy. I know I'm lucky my family has money and we can have such a nice place in it. And then I get to have neighbors like you too."

Zara was silent, the smiling boy gestured and she slowly walked to join him at the balcony. Not quite leaning against it, she could just see over the edge. She realized that Flynn was looking at her.

"I've been looking up stuff online." His smile ratcheted up into his more familiar grin. "Dirty stuff…" He let out a small laugh and Zara had to roll her eyes.

"Of course… Pornography." The woman said disdainfully while both hands clutched her hair in a makeshift over the shoulder ponytail. Flynn just shrugged.

"A little! But mostly I've been looking up ideas. Things I could do to you. Do with you."

"Like pissing on me…?!" Zara said the word with venom, but Flynn just laughed.

"Yeah! I might do it again later." Zara's lips pursed as she glared at the boy. "And I might fuck you in the ass again… I might do a lot of things… and you know what? I think you'll enjoy it."

Zara tried, but her glare wilted as the boy confidently talked about having his way with her.

She couldn't admit it, not even to herself. But she wanted it. She wanted it so very badly. Piss and all.

He turned to face her, just one hand gripping the counter. "I found one idea early on, but wasn't sure how to do it." He looked past the balcony, and gestured. "Do you know what… exhibitionism is?"

Just looking into his eyes had Zara tense, squeezing her hair with white knuckles. But that word meant nothing to her and she frowned and gave a minute shake of her head.

"Hehehe… Awesome. Well… We're going to do it! Right now…" He walked closer and Zara took a step back.

"It? Sex? Here?!"

"Yeah, that too."

"B-But we could be seen!" Even as she protest, Flynn gripped one of her hips, and with a push he turned her to face the balcony. She gripped the railing with one hand while th boy moved directly behind her.

"That's the point, that's exhibitionism!" He laughed loudly while Zara looked back at him terror in her eyes.

"What?!" Zara felt the boy pushing at her ankles with his feet, and she obediently spread her legs, then bent her knees.

"Yeah, it means doing dirty stuff.. But out where anyone could see you!" As he spoke, Zara felt it. The tip of his cock, now fully erect, rubbing against her sopping wet lips. There was still quite a height difference, but between her lowered hips and his impressive length…

"B-But-! Aah!" She was rendered speechless as Flynn pushed himself into her. Her long nails gripped the railing, and she unthinkingly dropped her hips even more. The boy's pole pushed deeper and Zara's hesitation melted.

"Haha! But nothing, back that big brown ass up you sexy rag head whore!" *SMACK!*

"Nnnng-Yesss!" There was no hiding her reaction. Between her skyrocketing anxiety, and the fulfilment of her aching need, Zara stopped caring.

The boy pushed into her, and she met him. Zara let go of it all. Of her inhibitions, her fears, of anything but her need to get used in the most lewd ways by this insane little boy next door.

Lastly, she let go of her hair. Instead she used both hands to grip the railing tightly as she dropped her ass down and felt Flynn's big white dick push all the way into her.

"Nng! Heck yeah! Drop it, Zara! Make that sexy ass bounce on my dick!" And she did. Hair flying wildly, eyes half lidded, Zara pulled on the railing and began bouncing her ass as fast ass he could. Up and down, faster and faster till-

WOP* *PLAP* *WOP* *PLAP* *WOP!*

Zara came like that, wildly twerking her caramel cheeks on Flynn's cock, riding it on that balcony where anyone could see. She didn't care… if anything, the thought of her being seen, made it even better. To let everyone see her, meek little Zara, in the buff, not even a hijab! Wildly shaking her hips and swinging her ass ontop of this young stud and his magnificent, delicious, godly organ!

"MMM! Ung! Uh!Uh!Uh!UHhnnnnnn!!" Zara came again, and again, and again.

"I-I'm almost… Hnnng!" Flynn groaned and surprised the woman by pulling out. His hot cock leaving her pussy without even a drop of cum. "Get on your knees!" He commanded, and Zara obeyed.

She drooped down, not just to her knees, but spreading her legs till her ass and dripping wet pussy met the balcony. Flynn was stroking his cock, and Zara gasped.

"Y-Yes! Do it! Cum on me, master!!" She was almost rabid, reaching up she gripped her tits. Lifting them up and squeezing them for his enjoyment while she spoke. "Pump your seed out! Do it all over me!" She finished by opening her mouth as wide as she could, moaning hungrily for the boy's seed.

Thick ropes of seed pumped out of her little master's meat, pouring over the muslima again and again. Flynn moaned, his hips bucking at first before he got conrol of himself and stroked out the rest of the load over Zara's face, tits, and directly into her open mouth.

The woman closed her lips, and her throat bobbed as she swallowed the gift.

They were both breathing hard, Flynn was grinning. The boy closed his eyes, visibly making an effort to control himself.

"Flynn? Are you alright?" The boy only nodded, still pulling in long deep breaths.

"Y-yeah… just… Just changing track!"

Zara looked at him in confusion, before realization struck. She stared forward, still holding her breasts. She could have moved, perhaps grabbed the boy and aimed him elsewhere. But then Flynn opened his eyes, his lips pulled back into a wide smile, and a pulse of excitement seemed to well up in the woman.

Then it happened. Again. A thick continuous stream of off yellow liquid lanced out from the boy's member. It came at an awkward angle arching up sharply from his cock, altered by the recent orgasm and the boy's still stiff member.

It flew right over Zara's head, and over the balcony… Then he aimed lower. The woman closed her eyes and felt hot urine in her hair, striking her forehead, washing down her face.

"Ohhnnngg…" Zara moaned, her heart was racing, and she felt the stuff streaming down over her body, all over her breasts. She couldn't help it, Zara squeezed her tits, her fingers rubbing at her nipples as Flynn pissed all over them. Then he aimed the stream higher.

"Open your mouth."

She didn't hesitate for a moment and the acrid stream began pouring in. In moments her tonsils were submerged. Her nostrils flared as she breathed with her mouth full of piss.

"Close." At Flynn's command she closed her mouth, piss fillling it, and more running down over her lips and nose. "Swallow."

GULP*

She opened her mouth up without being told, and Flynn grinned at the sight of her empty gullet as his stream finally petered out.

"Fuck thats hot…" Then the boy moved forward and placed the tip of his dick between her lips. Instantly Zara closed her mouth, sucking on it while her tongue ran around the head of his cock then the tip of her tongue pushed into the slit before she sucked even harder, as if hungry every drop of fluid the boy could give. "Very good… Such a good little arab cum bucket, aren't you?"

Zara looked up at the boy with her lips sealed around his dick, and moaned.

"Mmmmhmmmmm!" She even bobbed her head up and down several times while the tip of his cock pushed into her uvulae. Then the boy was grabbing her head, her piss soaked hair, and thrusting his dick into her throat.

GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!*

Flynn fucked her throat, he did it in the sunlight, and he looked her in the eye. "Did you miss my dick in your throat, Zara?"

"Gmmmmphh!" The woman couldn't really respond, but she did try to nod in agreement. All that did was let more drool pour out of her throat while Flynn sniggered.

"That's why… hnng… You're my perfect slut. My perfect-hnng! Cock hungry! Mudslime meat toilet!" He shoved his dick in as deep as he could, his pelvis shoving deep into Zara's throat. Between her legs, Zara had finally begun rubbing herself. First carefully, then soon wildly, rubbing herself madly and bringing herself to a drooling insensate orgasm while gagging on Flynn's meat.

After several seconds, the boy pulled out of the woman's gullet. His long dick dragging up thick nasty throat slime in streamers, what didn't dangle from his cock flying down her body in streamers as Zara panted for breath.

"Get up… I want to fuck your nasty dessert cunt!"

Zara rose up, her legs spread as wide as she could, her hips dropped. She leaned back on the balcony while the boy shoved up into her.

"NNnngggaaa! Ahh! Ahhhh!!" Zara came as soon as his thick cock stretched her out, keyed up beyond all reason, how could she not. Then the boy reached up, grabbing her big tits and brutally squeezed and groped them as he began fucking her, his fingers sinking deep into them while the woman moaned like an animal.

Zara couldn't tell you how many times she came before he finally filled her with his hot seed. She could tell you that she came with him… And she did so again just from him pulling out, slapping one breast, while squeezing the others nipple and twisting.

"Alright… That's enough. Let's go get you cleaned up, hmmm?"

Zara didn't respond other than to gasp and whimper.

Soon her big tits were pressed into the glass of the shower while the boy fucked her in the ass. She moaned when he gouged her bottom out, no complaints, only begging for more. She squirmed and came hard as he smacked her ass, then squirted all over Flynn's swinging sack as he grabbed her neck and squeezed.

By that point the boy was more curious about what his new arab slut puppy wouldn't put up with. But getting cock smacked and made to drink his bladder dry? The hijabi whore just smiled while fingering her sloppy hole.

Flynn realized he might have finally found the perfect toy.

Friday

Zara walked into the McDonnell's home wearing an abaya with a hijab built into it rather than her traditional headscarf. She smiled for the two parents with her lips painted a deep lustrous red, and her almond shaped eyes seeming to pop out with her winged eyeliner.

Barely one moment after the McDonnell's left than Zara was rapidly pulling the abaya off. She wasn't, despite her orders, completely naked. She had today deigned to wear thigh high stockings, and now stood in them and nothing else.

"Oh! Damn, look at this sexy sand slut!" The boy was nodding to himself. "Someone's putting some effort into it."

Zara's face split in an almost delirious smile. "I am."

Then she was on her knees, and pulling at the boy's pants. Flynn laughed aloud as the hungry slut next door fished out his cock, and practically inhaled it.

She sucked him deep, then- "Please, Master… Fuck this disgusting muslim slave!" That was when Flynn noticed something else, Zara's pussy was bare, completely smooth. She held her lips open with two fingers while the boy tossed his shirt away and mounted her.

"Oh… Fuck, there's nothing disgusting there…" The boy said with a husky voice as he lined his girth up and entered her.

The woman came in seconds. Then she came again, and again. The boy lasted only a few minutes himself, then his first load of the day pumped deep into Zara as she bit her lower lip nearly to the point of bleeding.

They abandoned their clothes, and Flynn took Zara by the hand as he went to his room.

The woman gleefully got on all fours on the boy's bed. The sheets, designed off a superhero she didn't really recognize, were quite colorful under her. She found herself looking directly at some kind of toy robot or action figure of some kind as Flynn moved behind her and pushed into her.

She didn't really pay attention to the room after that, Flynn's handful of her hair pulling in time to the boy's hard thrusts had Zara squirting all over the boy's bed. Neither of them really cared. Though, when Flynn did finally let go of her, her face landed on the boy's pillow.

Zara's eyes widened at the first sniff, then Flynn was raising a brow as he watched the woman snort at his pillow like a cocaine addict doing a particularly thick line. Not that Flynn knew what that was… But Zara was most definitely getting something out of it as the deep inhalation then flew out of the woman in a great ragged moan. She buried her face in the boy's pillow and began throwing her ass back at him over and over.

Flynn just relaxed, and let her work him til the boy was on teh verge. Then with a groan and a growl, the boy pounced on her. Humping her ass, and drilling her pussy like a madman. His fat dick slamming into her pussy and his constantly overfull balls colliding with her clit again and again and again while Zara actually bit into the boy's pillow in a achingly long orgasm that nearly fried the married sluts brains.

Rather than let her get away from him long enough to prepare food, Flynn ordered a pizza. Paid for by a red faced Zara wearing a robe borrowed from the boy's mother, barely tied so that her big milkers were nearly spilling into the delivery boy's face. Talk about a tip.

Zara got a tip of her own too. Well, she got a lot more than just the tip. While Flynn ate his lunch, Zara stayed on all fours. But they both got plenty in their bellies before they were done.

Flynn planned to head back to his bedroom with Zara after that, but he got distracted by her ass. Those nylons really just made her ass, her thighs, just all of that pop for the boy. So he had her bent over the side of the couch, and he'd once more taken her ass.

She'd asked for it this time, and had finally gotten to use some lotion she informed him she'd brought thinking she could keep him calm with just her hands. They'd both had a good laugh at that, and then she'd moaned loudly while he had fun running his hands all over her juicy caramel booty.

Zara was gasping, moaning, and had one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit while Flynn made rapid shallow thrusts into her ass. The sensation was amazing… She couldn't understand why it had been unpleasant. The idea of this not feeling fucking outstanding just made no sense! She remembered the taboo of it, but that just felt stupid. Everyone should know how good it felt to get their ass reamed out by a cute little donkey dicked stud like Flynn.

Then it got even better, Flynn growled and thrust deep . His dick bottoming out as his hips smack into her ass with a wet fleshy PLAP while his big swollen balls swing right up into her clit.

Zara lets out a deep throaty moan. The boy pulls back, his dick leaving her feeling empty in that way just begging to be filled. She tenses her body and starts to throw it back-

RING* *RING* *RING*

Her phone. Zara froze up, then looked back apologetically. Flynn snorts, then lets out a laugh.

"Well? Answer it!" The boy's voice is full of mocking laughter as she reaches desperately to grab her purse on the edge of the couch and fish in it awkwardly. She finds her phone. A name write large across the lit up screen.

"Karim…!" Zara breathes his name in a gasp, then yet again looks back to Flynn for permission.

The boy looks almost surprised, but covers it by smiling wide. He gives one nod, and Zara hits the answer button, then she puts it on speaker. She feels Flynn caress her ass, and a small part of who she used to be screams at the obscene pleasure that races through her at his approval.

She can hear the rough, and rather dusty voice of her much older husband. "Ah! Zara, my love!" The man greets her, apologizing for the unexpected call.

"N-No, it is no problem!" Zara assures him while Flynn slowly pushes into her ass. She shuddered, wanting to glare back at the boy, but too busy biting her lip to hold in a moan of pleasure.

"W-What…? Out… out of town? This weekend? I-I… Yes, yes my-my love I will be fine…" She nods to herself and behind her she hears the plap… plap… plap . Plap . Zara rolls her eyes at the boy's antics but can't help a smile.

"Karim. No. No, it is no problem. I shall… shall be fine…" Zara can't hide her exasperation at the man. "What? Out of buh-breath? Nonsense!" She clearly is, and the sound of her ass getting clapped is getting louder. "I am fine! Finish your work, goodbye."

She finishes the call and looks back with a glare.

"Really?!" Sweat rolls down her brow as she glares at the boy. "You… You have me, all of me! But don't get me-" She realized the boy was just smiling at her, but in an odd way. Grinning wickedly, and literally biting his tongue against laughter. "What?"

That did it, Flynn's shoulders shook, and he shrugged. "I… Barely moved." She stared at him with furrowed brows, but then realization came home. "But you… You really can't get enough, can you?" She'd been throwing her ass back, unthinkingly, greedily devouring Flynn's white fuckmeat with her big hungry ass while on the phone with her own husband.

"So… What was that about the weekend?" Flynn placed his hands on Zara's big caramel cushions and give them a squeeze. "He's gonna be gone? Is that right?"

She looked back at the boy, then grunted as he slowly eased back, then pushed deeper into her. She felt his hips meet her cheeks, and she sucked in a breath.

"All… All weekend. I-I will be alone."

"Oh… Just you?" Flynn's hand came around with a sharp *CRACK* against Zara's jiggly ass and the woman moaned as the possibilities of the future met with the debauchery of their current reality.

"Y-Y-Yes…! Yes, master!" Zara cried out. Her reward? the boy began roughly, brutally fucking her ass as hard as he could. Zara threw her hips back to meet him, and the married milf, who had thought this was possibly her last day to get properly used by the boy, came so very hard as she thought about what she could do for the boy over an entire weekend, two days, two nights…

"Mnngg! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck meee, yesss! "

"Really? Are you sure you're up for that?!"

Flynn's father sounded bewildered, and just a bit excited.

"He uh, he might be a bit more of a handful overnight…"

Flynn's mother seemed quite worried.

"It is no trouble, I promise. It is… Fitra!"

The married couple looked at each other in confusion at the exotic word and Zara, covered head to toe but for her face smiled widely.

"It means instinct. Or, true nature. For me, the caretaking of one such as Flynn? It is only my instinct." She nodded, internally marveled at how true this statement was, at how against it she would have been just a short time ago…

"Well… I mean, it would be nice to have some time to ourselves." Mrs. McDonnell said, still seeming worried.

"I don't see the harm. Just a few days? Just you and me…?!" Mr. McDonnell put his hand around his wife's hip and pulled her close, obviously eager.

"I suppose… Alright, sure. And then his new tutor will be here anyway, so, why not one last hurrah with you." Mrs. McDonnell laughed lightly, soon joined by her husband, then Zara Abdallh.

"Yes! Please, allow me to attend." Zara gave a small bow, surprising the McDonnell's but unable to deny the urge. "Enjoy yourself and let me handle things at least a little longer…"

Chapter 4

Notes:

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Chapter Text

With a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of her hand, Karim left his wife early.

That out of the way, Zara started getting ready. She cleaned her face, most especially the spot Karim had touched. Then she applied her makeup. Thick around her eyes with long wing tips. Her cheeks turned to burnished gold. Most importantly, her lips a lustrous red. Absolutely haraam.

She waited, anxious and eager. She'd been led to believe he'd be here by noon, but time came and went and the married woman squirmed as she faced Mecca. Her thoughts were utterly impure, her best effort otherwise a failure as all she prayed for only the most obscene of-

There was a knock at the door.

Zara gasped and pushed herself upright. Her eyes were wide, her plump lips falling open while sweat beaded on her forehead. Under her abaya, which was one of the thinnest ones she had, her nipples stuck out with stiff and clearly visibly rigidity.

She rushed for the door, her face splitting into an almost hysterical smile as she pulled it open.

Flynn stood there, smiling up at her.

His mother was behind him.

Zara's eyes widened for a moment and she kicked herself mentally. Why wouldn't the boy be dropped off by his mother?

"Ah! H-Hello!" She gave a small bow and became frighteningly aware of just how visible her nipples were through her abaya.

"Hey Mrs. Abdallah!" Flynn waved from two feet away and his mother nodded.

"Zara, thank you again for taking him a bit longer." The woman smiled, pale freckled skin and her hair a much more vibrant shade of red than her sons. She smiled easily, but her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the other woman.

"Are you… sure you're still up for this?"

"What? Of course!" Zara proclaimed, not quite realizing how loud she was being. "It will be my pleasure!" Her eyes were still too wide, and her visible face glistened with sweat.

"Tch, yeah mom. Don't act like you don't wanna get rid of me for a weekend." The boy turned sideways to keep his mother and 'caretaker' in view at the same time while he gave a childish glare up at the former.

His mother's smile became more relaxed as she laughed. "Oh, you know it Mr. It'll be just like the good ol'days." She held a hand to her chest and sighed forlornly, but it was only a moment before her face cracked and a laugh broke through.

"Yeah, ha ha." Flynn rolled his eyes at his mothers antics.

"Yes! Ha! Haha!" Zara though, was still stiff as a board as she forced out a laugh. Mrs. McDonnell frowned at the woman, looking worried now.

"Right… Uh, where is your husband?" The mother asked, a sudden bout of intuition striking the woman as she tried not to think about the reasons she'd pulled her son from school. Surely, Mrs. Abdallah wouldn't…

A spike of fear pushed into Zara's spine, and her already too wide eyes managed to push the limit.

"Oh, did he have to work this morning, Mrs. Abdallah?" Flynn suddenly asked with a familiar tone. Both women looked to the boy, but he was focused on Zara. "I know you said he volunteers sometimes, right?" He managed to make it sound casual, but Zara jumped on the lifeline.

"Yes! K-Karim will be back later!" She nodded rapidly, looking between the two. "For dinner! The three of us!" Her pitch rose again, and while she was aware this time she still couldn't help it.

"Yeah, I'll try to remember to send you a selfie later." Flynn said, his tone eminently bored by the prospect as if he'd already forgotten about the promise. His mother shook her head as she looked down at her son.

"Alright. Well, be good. Answer my texts." Her tone indicated a threat, but Flynn snorted. "And… I'll see you… tomorrow." The boy was just nodding along absently until the last word.

"Huh? I thought I could… uh, would have to be here all weekend?" The boy asked, while dread began filling Zara.

"No no, that's…" The woman looked at Zara. "I can't see any reason to inflict my son on anyone that long." Zara could only nod stiffly, trying to murmur that it was no problem, but not quite able to push the words out.

"So… Flynn, I'll be back tomorrow." She bent over and hugged her son, kissing the side of his cheek while the boy tried not to stand too stiffly.

"Yeah. Love you too, mom." The boy didn't quite manage to keep the annoyance out of his voice. But when his mother pulled back to look at him the boy just looked his usual bored or resigned self. She reached down and patted his cheek.

"Be good." As the elder McDonnell turned away, so did her son.

She glanced back just as the boy walked over the threshold, spotting his hand one last time as the boy shoved the door shut behind him. It closed with an impressive slam, and for a moment she almost went back.

Zara watched the boy enter her home and all the eager anxious energy rose to a new height. She watched the boy shoved the door closed while his other hand tugged at the strap of his backpack. Flynn's nostrils flared and he looked clearly annoyed, closing his eyes she could see him getting control of himself in a way that was quite mature for a boy his age. But considering what he was capable of she wasn't surprised.

"M-Master…" The woman breathed out the word, her voice trembling at what it meant to say it aloud in her own home..

Flynn's eyes opened and he smirked at her, his bad mood apparently dispelled.

"Well, at least you didn't answer the door naked."

Zara gasped lightly while the boy chuckled. She'd almost done exactly that.

"I-I didn't expect her-!" Zara replied, her voice strained. Flynn snorted out only a slightly bitter laugh as he waved it off.

"It's fine. It doesn't matter. One more night with you…" He looked the muslima up and down, his eyes devouring her in a way that would have once infuriated her, but now made her shiver with taboo delight.

"I'm… Just glad you're here." She said breathlessly.

"Whaaaat? You think I'd miss out on time with my favorite neighbor? The sweet married lady next door?" The boy stepped closer to her, his bag dropping to the ground. "The hijabi whore waiting to greet me and my fucking mom with nipples-" The boy reached up and grasped said extremities between thumbs and forfingers. "-So hard they could cut glass? "

He twisted them.

"Aahhnng!" Zara shuddered, her eyes rolled, and her pussy juices practically started to roll down her thighs.

"Hmmmm, something feels wrong here though." The boy twisted harder, and Zara bit her lip while moaning, her knees quaking. "Like there's a layer of… what's this?" The boy let go only to deliver two hard smacks to her tits, *PLAPF PLAPF!* the cloth covered tits jiggling wildly as Zara moaned.

"M-Master! I apologize!" Even as she spoke Zara was rapidly pulling at her abaya, pulling it and her hijab away to reveal her otherwise, utterly nude form. Bare toes, smooth shaven snatch, and her uncovered scalp. Zara's hair hung down, mostly to her back, but with a few wild strands drifting over her flushed face.

"Oh yeah…" The boy casually reached out and struck her across the chest again, his hand smacking both of her full breasts. "Much better.

"Thu-thank you, master!"

"Thank me properly, sand slut." The boy said in a mocking tone.

Zara dropped to her knees, a noise of affirmation barely heard over a sudden moan of need as she reached fervently for the boy's shorts.

Zara nearly tore Flynn's clothes open, her eyes wild and hungry. When she grabbed the boy's boxer briefs and yanked them down the throbbing length of boy meat within shot up like it was spring loaded. It smacked her right in the nose.

"Aah!" The swollen dark pink head wobbled while Zara reeled back and Flynn laughed.

"Oh! Looks like he's happy to see you too!" The boy cheered.

Zara blinked a few times against the sting, but then was practically diving onto his dick. Gripping it in both hands, the woman moaned at the sensation of its throbbing.

"I-I am very happy to see all of my mah-Master!" The woman said in a breathless voice before- "Mmmmm!" She pressed her lips tightly to the tip of Flynn's dick and kissed it passionately.

'This is where I am happiest. On my knees, serving my Master's needs…'

The boy let out a groan of his own while she stroked his length with one hand.

"Hnng, I can feel how much…" He said with a smile.

There was a wet pop as Zara broke the kiss, leaving a large red lip mark on the underside of the boy's pulsating cockhead. She leaned back with a string of saliva and precum connecting her lower lip to his tip till she licked her lips to break it. Then Zara leaned back in and began rubbing her face against the boy's shaft, nuzzling it and licking at his balls.

"That's it, show me how a dune coon slut welcomes her Master." Zara gleefully obeyed.

"Yesh… Gladly Maaaster…! Aaahnnnn!" Zara dragged her tongue up the long shaft of the boy's dick, sending a shudder through Flynn's spine. Then she opened her mouth up and inhaled him.

"Oh! Ffffu- yes, just like that, Zara!" Flynn cried out while Zara used both hands and everything her painted lips and tongue had to offer. She twisted her head, bobbing up and down while her hands stroked. Her tongue swirled around the tip of the boy, tasting his sweat and musk and losing all self control

Zara didn't just bob her head then, she dived down. Gobbling up the white boy's cock inch by inch while keeping a good grip on the base of his shaft. Flynn moaned loudly, and Zara mirrored him. Her voice vibrated into his member as she took him into her throat. Her moan came again, and even louder as the pretty slut choked herself on boy meat in her own home while using her free hand to rapidly abuse her sopping wet pussy.

Flynn felt one of Zara's long nailed hands suddenly gripping his ass cheek. Then the hungry hijabi harlot was taking him to the hilt. Forcing herself down inch by inch past her throat. She looked up, making eye contact with the boy when her red lips finally made it around the base of his dick.

Flynn's brows furrowed, and his mouth opened in an uncontrollable moan. That was more than enough for Zara, she had been rubbing at herself and looking eye to eye with the young stud who owned her body and soul while his magnificent boy cock was buried in her gullet. Zara came hard.

Her pussy gushed, her fingers flicking juices wildly as she madly rubbed herself. Meanwhile her eyes finally broke contact with Flynns to roll back into her head as unseemly *GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCKKK!!!* Sounds came from deep in her throat, the sound and sensation, and the sight of the groan woman quite simply obsessed with her master's meat. It brought the boy to his own rapid conclusion.

"Hnggg! Oh-! Fudge! Yesss!" The young boy's eyes crossed as he tangled his hands in Zara's hair, and wildly bucked his hips. He only got three rough brutal throat stretching pumps before he came directly into her belly.

Well, a good portion of it anyway. Zara pulled out halfway through the boy's own spastic thrusting and his cock came out mid shot. Launching a jet of gravy thick jizm into Zara's tonsils even as more of the boy's baby batter leaked out over her lips and chin.

She immediately grabbed him with both hands, closed her eyes, and stroked.

"Ah-! Oh-oohnnnnggg!" The boy groaned deeply as she stroked his dick. Itself covered in layered rings of red lipstick while spurt after spurt of semen covered her lovely face.

Flynn stood there, knees bent slightly and panting as his sensitive member was fondled. The last of his load spilled over the pretty woman's face. Zara smiled widely, her eyes closed but her mouth open as the last of his load glazed her face.

Finally, she opened her eyes. Flynn smiled down at her, and Zara returned it. Then she leaned in and planted her lips on the underside of his type. Flynn shuddered as she smeared an extra heavy bit of red lipstick on the young stud's member.

"Master… Did you enjoy yourself?" Zara's voice was just a bit breathy from her exertion, but she was calm as she licked her lips and waited on the boy.

"Yeah… I enjoyed that a lot…!" The boy was grinning and laughing slightly as he looked at the woman. As usual, his stamina left the boy ready for more. Zara smiled at the sight of his still stiff rod. Smeared in saliva, cum, and plenty of lipstick.

'Magnificent .'

Zara rose to her feet while Flynn raised a brow. "Please master. Come with me." Cum still dripping from her chin, Zara led him to her marriage bed.

Flynn looked at the radically different decoration style. From something that seemed traditional like his own apartment to the odd, strange, and even alien décor of the Abdallah's. It even smelled different.

The bedroom was even more alien, but one thing was the same between cultures. The large bed waiting for them.

Next to him, Zara was practically panting. Eager in the most wanton way as she looked from the bed to her lover, to his stiff prick. Flynn grinned up at her and reached over to give her ass a smack.

"Well you got me here, in the bedroom you share with that old fat bum you call your husband… So, now what are you gonna do, Mrs. Abdallah?" He gripped her ass and squeezed it while she looked down at him with a face stricken with emotions.

'Oh Allah, he's right. This is so wrong… but I did bring him here! I brought him here… for a reason!'

"I… I want you to take me…!" Her voice was so shaky, but rather than waiting for him to reply Zara moved to the bed all on her own. She crawled onto it, her ass lifting up as she went to all fours. She crawled all the way to the head of the bed, then gripped it as she looked back over her shoulder at the boy. Her big breasts just in view as she turned reached back and *SMACK* slammed a hand into her ass hard and gripped to pull the cheek aside.

"Please, my master! Fuck y-your needy Arabian whore! I promise, I am but a worthless sand bathed slut, a ch-cheating hijabi harlot!" She gasped at the words, and her slick pussy juices seemed to glisten as her hips quivered. "But my-my pussy is wet and ready for your gluh-glorious, divine, white cawk!" She finally let go over her ass, just to give it such a hard shake that her cheeks clapped with loud *WOPWOPWOPWOPWOP*'s before she gripped and spread herself again.

Flynn's smile grew all the wider as he watched her absolutely prostrate herself for him.

"Yeah, I think that sounds like fun." Flynn hopped up onto the bed and walked towards her. "And you're not a cheater anymore… You don't belong to that old piece of shit, do you?"

"Hnnng! N-No, master! I do not!" Zara moaned and desperately shook her hips, teh boy's cock so close she could feel the heat of his throbbing meat.

"Who do you belong to, slut?" *SMACK!*

"You! Oh! Only you! I swear by Allah, I am your's! Your woman! Your slut! You're who-Ooooh!" Flynn had gripped her hips by the point she'd begun blaspheming. Then he cut off her ranting by slamming his oversized, underaged dick into her hot wet cunt.

"Uh! Uhn! Unnggg! Oh, Master, YESSS!" Zara screamed as the long shaft drilled deep into her pussy, and gave her a massive soul shaking orgasm. She lost it, her pussy squirting all over the bed while the woman bit her lower lip so hard she nearly bled.

Then he began fucking her. "Yes! Yes!" Slamming that dick deeper and deeper on every thrust. "Fuck mee! Split this neh-niqabi whore in ha-ha-haaaalf! Oh! Ohhhh!" Flynn delivered, slamming his full length in as if he really did want to tear through the woman. His hands dug into her hips while his dick dove into her cervix Zara's belly bulged with.

"D-Don't stop! Mah-Master! Gagh!" Flynn gripped her hair, gathering up a thick lock of it and pulling hard. Zara cried out as her neck was yanked back, then moaned as his manhood slid in deep.

"Buh-break my doo-dune coon cunt, Master! Oh! Yes, so deep! S-Sho ma-agnificent!!" Tears streamed down the woman's eyes as she came again and again. "Fill me with tha-that- tool! Th-that guh-glorious-! Buh-Brilliant! White oooooaak!"

Flynn couldn't remember the woman ever having been so vocal! But he was really loving it. His young hips were practically swinging on their own, and his left hand was going numb as he delivered *SMACK* after *SMACK* into her sexy brown ass till the one cheek was bright red.

He finally stopped it though, stopped smacking, stopped pulling her hair. Flynn stopped just playing and started fucking. He grabbed Zara's hips, his fingers digging in and thrust as fast as he could. His hips smacking into her thick thighs over and over till with a loud moan the boy got his.

"Yesss-! Do it! Do eeeet!" Zara rasped out, her yelling having left her throat dry, but her desire not stalled in the least. She moaned and threw her hips back, and got everything she wanted. She got every inch of her young master's cock, and a truly massive creampie pumped directly into her womb.

Tears rained from the woman's eyes as she came, laughter, or perhaps hysterically sobbing coming from her as she felt this boy fill her with cum in the same place her husband had tried. Knowing that one load was a thousand times more potent than anything Ka- She laughed. It didn't matter. He didn't matter. Her master mattered… Her master, and his needs.

"Ung…" She realized belatedly that she'd slid to the bed, going limp in multi-orgasmic glory with her legs spreading out wide in nearly a perfect split. As such, Flynn's dick had pulled out with a wet *sssslorp* sound before lifting up and coming down with a wet splat onto her ass. "Oh… A-Apologies, Mashtuh… I'll get up… Please, I can take more…"

"Oh, you'll take more, just like that…" She blinked bleary eyes, but didn't move.

"Like… like dish, mashtuh?" She was still slurring, her mouth full of excess drool as she felt the boy pushing his tip between her cheeks.

"Yup, just hold that cake steady, Zara."

"Cake…?" She blinked a few times before realizing what he meant. It became obvious as the tip of his cum smeared dick began pushing against her rosebud.

'Oh… My bottom. Is a cake?' Zara snorted out a small laugh as she realized what he meant.

"Yesssh mastuh… Eh-Enjoy my-" Her words kept breaking up with hysteric giggling. "My cake! Aaahnn!"

He did. Flynn pushed his thick rod into the woman's only slightly prepared asshole. But this was no longer something terrifying and painful, and most certainly not taboo. No, she wiggled her hips, and forcefully relaxed herself as inch by inch of cum and pussy juice slick boy dick drilled into her ass.

Flynn's small hands sank into her fleshy cheeks while his hips pumped. He swung them bodily, biting his own lip at the extreme tightness.

"Ohhh, geez… This hole… still so-so tight!" The boy cried out, bringing a wide smile to Zara's face.

"Yuh-Yes masteeeeer… Always… Always tight… but always ruh-ready for-! Unng! For you!" The woman didn't bother pushing her hips back, she just laid there, her face almost shoved up against the headboard, and her asshole stretching in the most amazing way. "Mmmm! Mmm! MMPHH!" Zara moaned into the bed as she reached between her legs and began rubbing at herself. Not just playing with her clit, but pushing a finger carefully inside till she could feel it, feel the sensation of the big cock pushing into her tight little hole…but from the other side!

Soon enough, she had it all in her. The big meaty thing stretched out her cheeks, as she rubbed at her own pussy. Which felt even better as the boy began to speed up. His dick stimulating her ass in the most wonderfully Haraam way and his big beautiful white sack swinging in to smash your soft wet sand slut clitty again and again and again.

When the boy finished pumping her full of cum Zara was the next best thing to insensate. Her legs still spread wide and the cum on her face either soaking into the sheets or dry on her face.

Flynn gave the muslima's big brown ass one more good smack and she twitched as he pulled his length out of her.

"Hey!" The boy said, one of Zara's eyes popping open at the single word. "I think I need to be cleaned off…"

It was almost miraculous how Zara rose from her stupor, spun in place, and dove onto her boy.

"Woah! Ahhahahaha!" Flynn was knocked onto his bottom by the woman, then laughing his head off as she began slurping up every inch of his manhood.

"Oooh, yeah. You know just how to take care of me don'tcha Mrs. Abdallah?" He received a throaty and fairly well muffled moan of agreement. His semi stiff dick taken to the throat before she pulled out and began just lapping at him like the boy was the greatest candy cane.

"Mmmm… That's nice. I think I like just… oh. Just being in bed with you." Flynn's voice was breathless as Zara licked at his balls, trying her best to fit into her mouth and delivering quite the quality spit shine.

"Whattya think… I get myself ready to go and-woah!" Flynn cried out, his legs kicking as Zara's tongue dipped lower yet.

The pretty muslim woman turned her face sideways and shoved it up under the white boy's balls till her tongue smashed into Flynn's balloon knot.

"Geez! Damn, look at that hungry hijabi go!" Flynn began to cackly hysterically, though only for a few moments before it was broken up by a groan. He twitched on his back as Zara rimmed him, then watched her finally pull back and pushed herself up onto her hands to catch her breath. "Holy crap… that was weird, but kind of awesome!"

Zara smirked back at the boy while using one thumb to wipe at her lips. "I just… couldn't stop myself…" She murmured breathlessly. "Oh… but you did enjoy it, didn't you? My… Maaaster…?" She dragged out the word while reaching forward to squeeze and slowly stroke the youths fat throbbing cock.

"When it's your tongue? No, I think my ass is almost as perfect a place to be as my dick." The boy laughed while Zara smiled with her cheeks reddening.

Then she surprised the boy by climbing over him, moving till his hard member was against her stomach. She looked down at the boy while slowly stroking it. "It is… my pleasure. To bring you pleasure. I have… before. I never thought of such things." Zara shook her head slowly, then shrugged. "I know there's more to life than such things… But honestly, the rest feels so empty compared to just-"

"Having fun?" The boy supplied.

"Yes!" Zara nodded rapidly. "I don't think I ever actually just.. Just enjoyed myself before you! You evil little blackmailing deviant with your-your freakishly large donkey dick!" She broke down laughing while squeezing his shaft almost painfully tight. Flynn winced for a moment but she eased back, having not even realized it.

"Even if I just have one actual night with you… Just the two of us… here…"

"What if-?" The boy's voice snapped her out of her daze. "What if I don't wanna just stay here?"

"What?"

Flynn grinned wickedly under the woman.

He was so excited to tell her his plan, he almost didn't get to bust another nut. Almost. The boy had gotten up, knocked the pretty woman over, and mounted her while going over exactly what he wanted to do with her. To her…

They had to wait till nightfall. Which gave Flynn plenty of time to continue to convince her. Zara found it remarkably difficult to disagree with the boy while he was the better part of a foot down her throat in her own bed. But she did try.

More impressively, Flynn never once brought up the blackmail. He just told her what he wanted, and when the time came he stood before her and asked…

"So? Wanna have some real fun?"

"Allah help me… Yes."

Flynn stepped up to the elevator with a grin on his face. Then realized he was alone. Turning the boy glared at the open doorway only a few feet away from him.

"What are you doing…?!" The boy hissed, not willing to raise his voice. Sure, his and his parents' apartment was at the end of the hallway, but that was enough to make him paranoid.

"I… I'm coming!" He heard Zara's voice, but after a few moments she had yet to prevail.

"Tonight?!" Flynn finally asked, the one word saturated with sarcasm. The response was a high pitched whine from the door, then finally a figure appeared.

Zara stepped out in a pair of high heels. They were chunky things that looped around her ankle and added an extra inch and change to her toes on top of the inclined heel. The foot inside was clearly wearing some kind of stocking. But the long coat she wore, belted tight at the waist, went all the way down to her calves and stopped one from seeing anymore.

Clutching at the doorway, Zara looked at the boy. She was wearing a hijab, because of course she was. With one more step she was no longer in her home. A few more shaky ones and she was striding just a bit stiltedly past her wickedly grinning compatriot.

Standing outside their building the doorman watched Mrs. Abdallah walk by and frowned. He rarely saw the woman leaving this time of day, and her husband wasn't in sight. Instead she was holding the hand of… some white kid?

Zara was clutching Flynn's hand as they walked down the street. Late on Saturday night, it was fairly busy. People walked to and fro while the pair stuck side by side.

Flynn smiled around him while Zara's entire body was so tense it was a wonder some of her extremities hadn't fallen asleep. That sensation of pins and needles seemed on the verge of occurring. It didn't get any better as Flynn pulled her towards an intersection and from there into the park.

Within walking distance from their home, the park was just over a mile squared. Flynn had been to it dozens of times, he'd played little league there, and learned to ride a bike there.

Zara had been a couple times, but for the most part thought little of the tree filled monument to nature in the center of the city. This meant that she was even more at the mercy of the young devil dragging her into the dark.

Well… not too dark. Lamps were spaced out along the path at regular intervals. And while Flynn was in control, it was comforting that he clearly knew where he was going. Not that either of these really helped when Flynn, seemingly at random, pulled Zara off the cemented pathway and started leading her into the trees.

"Uh… F-Flynn…?" She asked, looking about herself into the gloom. Flynn didn't even glance back as he replied.

"It's just the two of us now, Zara." She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Uh, alright… but where are we going?" the boy didn't answer, and Zara sighed. "Please… tell me… master?"

Flynn looked back, and there was just enough dimming light to make out the side of his toothy grin.

"Somewhere private."

Zara just did her best to stay calm and not trip as her high heels took her past all kinds of brush.

Finally, they arrived at… wherever it was the little tyrant had in mind.

Flynn pushed aside a branch that smacked into her chest a moment before Zara stepped into another pathed off section.

It was a circular area by wishing well of sorts. The concrete well had a woman holding a vase pouring endless water. There were three paths leading towards the center and six benches with two surrounding each path. None of it lit particularly well, the lights seemed just a bit too far apart, and a few of them were out.

Flynn slowly approached the fountain, and he tugged Zara along with him. The boy wouldn't let go for anything. Stepping up to the well the boy fished into his pocket.

"Alright. Ok, here!" The boy lifted her hand and put something into her palm before finally letting go. It was a quarter.

"Make a wish and toss it in." He explained simply. The boy closed his eyes tight for a moment, then tossed it in as he opened them. The coin flickered through the low light and landed with a plop. After a moment, Zara followed.

"What did you wish for?" She asked the boy, and he snorted with laughter.

"You're not supposed to say, dummy." The boy sniggered while Zara's face burned. "It won't matter anyway, if I want it bad enough I know I'll get it eventually."

He just stared into her eyes, and Zara felt herself nodding in agreement.

"Yes… I think you do often get what you want, don't you?" The boy's smile seemed to ratchet up in response and Zara felt her breath catch. "I suppose… I know what you want now." Flynn stared at her while Zara looked around.

There was no one there. Just the two of them, and paths leading into darkness. Her breath was coming fast, almost ragged. She reached up to her collar, and began unbuttoning her coat.

Pop, pop… pop. There were only a few buttons on the coat, then a belt she'd cinched rather tighter than necessary. But at last, Zara pulled it open.

Flynn's eyes lit up, his mouth fell open in a smile that put to shame any birthday boy.

Sheer fabric cupped Zara's breasts. Scooping down from under her hijab where it must have been attached to a collar. It held her breasts up, emphasizing their size and heft. Slits down the middle left her dark nipples exposed though. They were stiff, a combination of her excitement and a cool night breeze no doubt. Below that was fabric squeezing across her belly and held in place by a lace belt with a small rhinestone dangling just over her belly button.

The nylons she wore went from her feet and stopped at her thighs with a garter belt that entwined her hips and waist. There were no panties under it, her smooth sex bare to the breeze.

"My- Karim, purchased this. I… Made some modifications." She held the coat open on either side but her index fingers extended to rub her nipples. The fabric where they stuck out was splitting almost before his eyes. They barely contained her bust when they weren't strategically cut to be even more revealing.

"I love it…" Flynn said in a husky tone. He just stared for several seconds while Zara left herself on display. She slowly shifted her weight and her hips from side to side, and then found herself smiling as she watched the boy's pants bulge with his utterly undeniable appreciation.

That smile became rigid as Flynn suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He aimed it before she could think to close the coat and took a picture.

"Fuuuudge… That's so hot!" The boy said, then took another, and another.

Zara's breathing was coming ragged now, her red lips falling open as she gasped in air and let the boy get undeniable proof of her indiscretions.

"Turn around!" It wasn't a demand, so much as a request with the full expectation of being obeyed. And Allah help her, she immediately complied.

She heard more shots being taken of her from behind, and was surprised. She was covered… well, save how she was now flashing the darkness of the park. If anyone was out there though….

"Lift it up over your butt!" His next request distracted her. She awkwardly pulled at the coat, then got it bunched up enough. "Hold it just over your ass!" She felt him getting closer and looked back. The boy was filming her garter belt encased but otherwise bare ass while she looked back.

"You're such a sexy bitch." The boy said with a wide grin as he looked up at her one visible eye. She should have been horrified, but that was far behind her. Zara gave him an answering smile, and unbidden she turned around.

"Fuuuck yesss!" The boy said as her coat spun. "Ok, now-!" Before he could finishe she raised her arms up and posed, hands behind her hijab covered head, and body on display. The boy groaned in open lust and kept photographing.

She spun again, lifting her coat, and shaking her ass, then twerking it. When she turned to face him again, she saw Flynn being forced to readjust his trousers. Zara licked her lips, and pulled her hijab off.

"Hnnnng!" The boy's moan was remarkably loud as the cool night wind picked up Zara's hair and seemed to run away with it. His camera flashed, again and again, and the woman lost herself to it. She stripped off the coat as well, then began slowly spinning in place. Turning a step, then striking a pose. Turning a bit more, pushing her ass out. Turning again, letting him see her bright nails catching the flash from between her legs.

By the time she did a full rotation they were both panting. Zara didn't wait for his commandment, she stomped towards the boy in her heels.

Flynn grinned though it turned into a squawk of surprise as she put her hands under his arms and lifted him up. The boy found his feet standing on the nearest bench, the same one where she'd dropped her coat and hijab. With her heels she decided this would be a bit easier, and so she yanked his pants open with only recently learned skill.

Soon the boy's cock was bouncing free. It wobbled and came to a rest directly over the lovely muslima's face. She stared up at him, one eye covered by cock. There was a flash as Flynn took a photo and Zara grinned. Then she began to lick.

In moments she was gripping the boy's hips and taking him into her throat. The phone flashed again and again, and Zara's skill at cock sucking was captured for posterity.

Her mouth wrapped around his cock, her taking it deeper and deeper, till he got a perfect image of Zara using one hand to keep her hair out of her eyes, the hazel orbs rolling back as she took the thing to the base.

That was when Zara's phone went off. She pulled off the boy's cock in a wet mess and Flynn caught a few impressive shots of the pretty muslima in front of the saliva drenched cock, its length ringed in lipstick down to the base like a bizarre barbers pole.

"It's Karim…!" Zara hissed after digging the phone out of her coat.

"Ha. Ok." The boy said simply. Zara stared at him in surprise. He looked at her, then glanced at his throbbing dick, then back. He raised a brow as if to say, 'Are you just gonna stop there?' But aloud he said.

"Not gonna answer?"

Zara knew what she had to do.

"Karim?" She asked, holding the phone with one hand while stroking the boy slowly with the other.

"Oh? That's… that's good." She said absently as she carefully tucked the boy between her lingerie clad breasts. She used one hand and her forearm to squeeze her breasts together.

"Hmmm? That well? Oooh…" As the word drifted off, her tongue came out, running up the underside of Flynn's tip as the boy started to thrust his hips.

"Hmmm… Oh? Oh yes. Of course… Mmmmmm…" The last sound out of her mouth was a moan she couldn't quite hold back as she laid a heavy kiss upon the slowly shifting cock head.

"Uh… huh." Zara was shaking her breasts, shifting them up and down in time to Flynn. "Uh huh." Her response utterly rote, clearly paying more attention to the meat in her face than the man in her ear.

"Oh. I-I'm sorry?" She held the phone out as far as she could then pressed herself to Flynn. Her breasts smushing into his hips as imbibed the head of his cock and rapidly bobbed up and down on it. Lewd noises coming from her mouth as she sucked as hard as she could upon the saliva and precum covered tip till Flynn had to put a hand on his mouth to cover a moan. She smiled up a the boy around the cock then brought the phone back.

POP* Her mouth came away from it with a very audible sound. "Darling I'm in the middle of something but you have a good trip."

Flynn could make out a confused sounding farewell, what might have been a declaration of love. Rather than return the favor, Zara ended the call. Dropping the phone onto her coat, Zara gripped the young boy by the hips and took him into her throat.

Flynn moaned, but Zara was even louder. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and it was clear that she'd been hungering to feel his pulsating girth between her tonsils once more.

"Fuuh-ugh… fudge! No one… No one sucks like-hnnngaghh!" He came hard, and Zara was ready for it. She pulled back till his tip was nearly to her throat, and she felt him explode.

His cream gushed into her mouth, and Zara immediately started swallowing. One mouthful of cock juice, then another, then she pulled back and started stroking. Flynn had stopped photographing but he brought his phone up now. The boy recorded a dozen or so blurry but still amazing images of the married woman getting utterly caked in ball gravy, her mouth open and tongue sticking out.

After that, Flynn was done photographing and ready to give Zara his full attention. He chose to do so with her bent over the wishing fountain. She ran a hand over her face and through the water, then grabbed onto the side of it tightly.

The water poured out of the statue just a foot away as Zara spread her legs wide, bent her knees, and dropped her hips down. She twerked her ass for him, the loud claps of her cheeks some of the loudest sounds in the area, right up till the small boy thrust his big fat pole deep into her pussy. Zara, face dripping cum into the fountain, wore a rictus grin of ecstasy as she threw her hips back onto that big boy beefstick.

There in that park. Dressed like a whore, where anyone could catch them, Zara barely held her moans in as Flynn fucked her brains out. She came fast, she came hard, and then she did it again and again. Flynn was relentless, pummeling her pussy as he wanted to bruise it. Maybe it was the garter belt and lingerie, or the cool air on the boys bare ass, but he just seemed even more wild than usual.

She wasn't sure, but when she felt him grab not her long wind strewn hair, but her neck and squeeze. Zara didn't care. She squirted all over the concrete, all over the fountain. She might have fully lost control of her bladder as that little boy slam fucked her into oblivious, but she just didn't care.

Zara was too busy cumming to care, and so was Flynn. The boy's final thrusts into her pumping hot gooey cream deep into the woman before he finally stumbled back and left his seed all over the fountain and the ground around it.

They were both breathing hard, but when Zara turned around she found Flynn holding his cock in a way she'd grown used too. Her eyes widened, and she looked around once more. It wouldn't have mattered if she had seen anyone though, her body was already moving. She dropped into a deep crouch. Arms lifted up and reaching back to grip the rim of the fountain while she put her body on display.

Then Flynn unloaded his bladder onto her. A golden stream all over the gorgeous muslima.

Flynn covered from head to toe. Soaking her lingerie, and leaving the insoles of her heels moist. He paid special attention to her tits, a large fan of them, then he aimed higher. Zara watched the stream with eyes and mouth open. She caught it as it passed over, letting her mouth fill up completely before her jaw closed to swallow. Then Flynn went high still.

The boy next door absolutely soaked the pretty and once pristine muslima housewife's long lustrous black hair in piss. Zara shivered and moaned as the hot liquid ran over her, warming her up before another gust of cold wind had her body tingling. She had her eyes closed at the last of his bladders contents petered out.

She stayed there, crouching, leaning back against the fountain, and just breathing deep. Her body temperature fluctuating from to cool rapidly.

"Here, use this to wipe up your face." She reached out obediently to take what the boy put before her. Shortly thereafter realizing he'd given her her own hijab. Zara looked down at the thing then tittered with light laughter for several seconds.

Looking up she found Flynn had pulled his bottoms back on and was holding out her coat. "C'mon, put this on and lets get something to eat."

"What?"

Food? Now? Like this?!

The golden arches of the fast food restaurant were burning bright through the windows as Zara took a seat in the foam cushioned booth. She had NEVER been to a fast food restaurant. Could you even call such a place a restaurant.

Her heart was racing, and she looked around with wide eyes. Her hair, never before let down for anyone but her husband and her master, hung down over one shoulder. The hair, like her face, was wet and glossy. As if she'd just gotten out of the shower. Though if anyone got close enough they'd be able to catch of a whiff of something stronger than just water… Something that even now was dripping down her legs to the tiled floors under the booth.

Her face also betrayed the truth of such things. Her lipstick was nearly gone. Most of it still resided on Flynn's cock and balls, while she'd scraped off most of the rest with her hijab. The clothe now abandoned in the park, reeking of her master's piss.

So a bit of lipstick remained, but it was better than her eyes. Her carefully drawn eyeshadow was more or less destroyed. She looked more like a racoon, in her opinion anyway. Flynn said she looked like a 'smokey eyed and super sexy slut'. Which she supposed was a compliment, a few weeks earlier she would have been unbelievably offended.

With a clatter, a tray was set before her.

"Oh yeah, burgers and fries! And I got us a milkshake to share!" Flynn started eating almost as soon as he finished speaking.

Zara blinked a few times. Looked about herself, then slowly picked up the 'burger' and took a bite.

"Oh… Oh! Thas'- Oh! *Gulp* Pardon. But that is quite good!" She took another bite while Flynn grinned back at her.

"Yeah, it's my favorite! The double beef with bacon!"

Zara stiffened.

"Bacon…?" She asked in a small voice.

"Yeah!" Flynn replied around a full mouth, quickly swallowed and replaced.

Zara stared at the boy for a moment, then stared at the bacon.

'Allah… Oh, I don't care anymore.'

She took another bite.

"Oh, and you gotta try the milk shake!!" The boy pulled the straw away from his mouth after a long pull and held it out to her.

She enjoyed it very much.

The doorman had been surprised to see Mrs. Abdallah leave, but the professional had to do do a double take when she returned. He almost didn't recognize the woman. She was wearing the same coat, but her makeup was a mess and… her hair. He'd never seen the married muslim woman without a hijab before! Now he saw long black locks, all running straight back, and looking slick with moisture.

"Hm. Ma'am." The man said simply as the occupant returned to her apartment building.

Zara gave the man a small smile and a nod of her head. Familiar expressions, but for the lack of hijab and noticeable darkening of her cheeks. Oh, and of course… that kid. The McDonnell's kid, the doorman was sure of it. He'd left with her, and there he was, walking hand in hand with the woman.

How bizarre…

They'd both stayed to the side in the elevator, with the extremely nervous Zara checking to make sure the coast was clear. No one in sight, she'd rushed, almost tripping in her heels, to open the door to her apartment for them both.

Finally safe, it takes all Zara has to not just fall to all fours. She clings to her kitchen counter and nearly sobs. A hand caresses her waist from behind, a surprisingly non sexual act from the deviant controlling her life.

"You ok?" Flynn's question surprised her, but Zara nodded.

"Yes… Yes, I just… My heart is racing." She forced a smile as she looked at the boy, and he returned it more casually.

"Yeah, I bet… You were so friggen' sexy though…" The boy had to bite his lip as he looked at her and Zara shuddered. She honestly wasn't sure if she could handle much more excitement this evening.

"But you kind of stink." The boy added flatly, and unable to help herself Zara let out a small bark of laughter. Flynn sniggered along with her, then took her hand. "C'mon. Lets go clean up."

Zara couldn't quite hide a sigh of relief. That sounded wonderful.

Somehow, it got better. Flynn peeled her out of her coat, then her lingerie. He put the former on the bed and had her sit down, then the young boy who had tormented and broken her to his whims carefully puzzled out and removed her high heels. He helped her strip out of her cum and urine soaked garments, then led her to the shower.

Zara watched with surprised eyes as the boy grabbed her loofah and gently but thoroughly bathed her. Sure he spent some exctess time on her tits and ass, but she couldn't fault him having some fun. But even with his obvious erection the boy just saw to her.

"I've had a lot of fun with you." He said, and she almost didn't hear him over the shower. She nodded, mostly out of habit.

Flynn looked at her as she did, a almost chagrined smirk on his face. "I mean, I know I forced you to do… just about all of it. But really. This has probably been the best week of my life." His smiled bloomed into something truly genuine. "I don't really wanna stop. But… After tomorrow." He shrugged and Zara felt it too. A sense of coming loss, of the ending of a season.

"I won't blackmail you anymore. Not even with the photos, those are… well, something to remember you by." His grin was a wicked thing and she almost returned it but for the look of astonishment on Zara's face.

"But for now… I know one thing I wanted to try…"

"W-Whats that?" Zara asked, but Flynn was already moving.

The boy pushed against her. As ever she was stronger, but supplied no resistance. In fact, as her back hit the back wall of the shower, a smile started to grow on her own face. What it grew into was shock though as Flynn spread her legs, and pushed his face between them.

"Ah!" Zara cried out, reaching reflexively to grab the shower bar, while also lifting one leg to give the boy more access as he pushed his lips, then his tongue against her sex!

Flynn tasted the inside of the woman, and explored a place he was already rather knowledgeable about but in a different way. There seemed to be some carry over though, as it didn't take long before his eager tongue had Zara gasping.

He grabbed her thighs, flicked his tongue over her clit, then buried it as deep as he could into her apple pie. Zara shuddered, buried the fingers of one hand in the dark drenched hair of the boy and pushed him against her harder still.

She felt him licking, sucking, devouring her… "Oh! Oh! Oh!Oh!Oh! Yessshhh!!" Zara slurred as she came hard. Body shaking, she nearly slipped and fell. But Flynn was stable as a rock as he leaned into her and she let one soapy thigh drape over the boy's shoulder.

"Heh…" Flynn pulled his head back a bit with a laugh. "I've been wanting to try that for a bit." Zara blinked rapidly down at him. The woman is a wreck. Her emotions a whirling tornado of indecision.

"You… You did very well." Zara informs the boy, still breathing hard.

"Heh, of course I did!" Flynn's cocky nature flares and Zara can't help but laugh. Then, while the boy was asking what was so funny, Zara reached for the shower head and got him right in the face.

The woman laughed while the boy sputtered, but soon Flynn was laughing as well while they both rinsed off.

It takes Zara a bit longer to get out of the shower. The woman doing her best to dry her hair while Flynn waits with surprising amount of patience. To the point that when Zara finally walks out, the boy is laying on his back, playing on his phone, and his dick is actually soft.

Zara has to shake her head. The thing is still too large for such a small boy. She can't keep a smile off her face though, and it turns into a small laugh.

Flynn's head bobs up, then the rest of his body follows as he looks at the woman.

Wearing a bathrobe, Zara gives her towel covered hair one more good squeeze before stripping the terry cloth away. She stops before him, biting her lip for just a moment. Her face is cleaned, all the makeup removed, and she smells fresh. Flynn gives a pointed look to her robe, and the woman laughs again.

Slowly, she started to tug on the robe, cleavage coming into view and bringing a smile to Flynn's face.

"What I wore… tonight." Zara's voice is quiet and her hands still. "That lingerie." Flynn raises a brow, but he doesn't shush or rush her.

"He… Karim. He bought it for me… It was to be what I wore when-" She blinks rapidly, breathing heavily. "When we conceived our children." Flynn looks confused, and she has to let out a laugh. "When he put his seed into me. When he made me heavy with child." Flynn nodded, getting it. Then his eyes widened a bit.

"Oh… Oh woah, I didn't even think about that." She knew immediately he was being honest. The boy was a tyrant, a monster, and far too clever for his own good. But he was still just a boy, and clearly missing some crucial education. Zara's shoulders shook lightly with barely constrained laughter while Flynn put the dots together.

"Oh! Could you-?! Could you be pregnant with my-?" He's broken off as Zara's laughter nearly exploded out of her. The sound loud and clear. Pure. Her body trembling, Zara had to reach up to wipe away tears, then was nodding.

"Yes. Most assuredly, Flynn. You have filled me-Oh! Enough seed to impregnate me a dozen times over. Maybe a hundred!" She broke into laughter again, while Flynn's face grew pale.

Zara bit her lip, then walked towards the boy. As she did, her robe came undone, opening up to reveal her naked body beneath as she stepped up to the boy. For once, he didn't immediately spring to full arousal, still adrift on his imminent fatherhood.

Zara caressed her stomach, licked her lips, and looked down at the boy as he followed her fingers with his eyes. "I have… no doubt. In fact, I have the utmost faith, that your child already grows within me."

"Woah…" Was Flynn's even more awed answer. Zara's face split into a wide smile.

"Yes. But-!" Her tone shifted, and the boy looked from her belly, past her amazing tits, and to her smiling face. "Just in case… Tonight? Will you give me even more of you?" Flynn's eyes grew wide as for once he was the one being propositioned.

"Wait… you want me to…? Like… For real?" He was so freaked out by what he'd done to her, by her willing unforced desire for him that her little master had turned into just another boy. Though she knew how shallow that would turn out to be.

"Oh… Flynn… Yes. I want it." She started to bend down towards him, her breats hanging out within reach and her face coming closer and closer as she spoke. "I may be a failed wife. I may be damned… But I don't care. I want you ." Zara caressed the boy's face, her own inches away.

"I want you to use me… To fill me. To make me yours ." The woman's hazel eyes were wide, perhaps just a bit crazed.

Thankfully Flynn had no idea what Stockholm Syndrome was. The boy just grinned and she felt something stiff push between her thighs. "Well heck, Zara. You already belong to me!" The boy gripped her by the head and pulled her in the last few inches to kiss her. She barely managed to gasp with surprised glee before he shoved his mouth against hers.

Despite her marriage of five years, Zara still wasn't the most experienced kisser. Flynn was perhaps marginally more so. But between his confidence, and her hunger, they made up for it in raw combined passion.

His tongue found hers, and Zara's eyes rolled as she felt the young white stud who had impregnated her behind her husband's back explore her mouth, her body, and most especially her breasts. Flynn never could keep his hands off those for long.

The next thing she knew, the woman was laying on her back, and lifting her legs up high. "Please… Right here. Give it to me… fill me up!" Her smooth bare pussy was spread and waiting, but she still wanted to encourage her little master as much as she could.

With a wide smile Flynn mounted her hips, lined his cock up, and with eager growl the young stud put his next door neighbor into a mating press.

"Mnngaaaaa! Oh! Oh! Yes!! Fill me master! Put your seed, your child inside me!" The woman wasn't just begging for his cock, begging for pleasure, and she definitely wasn't just doing it because it was what he wanted to hear. Zara wanted him, wanted him to take her, and wanted him to knock her up.

That she was almost undeniably already knocked up didn't ruin the fun for him at all.

"Hng! Hng! Get-Get pregnant! Get pregnant with my baby Zara!" He cried out as he groped her tits and slammed his diamond hard drill into her deepest places with a purpose. "Get pregnant you slutty sand cunt! I wanna see that belly bulge up like the hump on a camel, you cock gobbling Goby whore!"

His dirty talk brought a smile to her face. Not to mention a laughter so strong it almost had her tearing up.

"Yes! Yes, I'll be full of your babys! My no niqab will fit me for the-the demon spawn filing my arabian cunt! Fill me with all of them, master! Make this muslim Jezebel's womb submit to your magnificent white heathen CAWK!!"

Zara couldn't keep up her tirade any longer, she was cumming too hard and too much to speak.. Flynn was riding her raised hips too fast, too hard, and drilling her with that big dick too damn deep. The sound of flesh on flesh loud as threw himself into her with a brutal need to dominate and breed .

That thought alone brought the housewife to another orgasm, and the woman threw her head back and screamed with the glory of her umpteenth orgasm just a moment before Flynn filled her up.

The boy groaned, gasped, and sank into her as deep as he could. His entire body shook as every muscle in it tensed and the boy's back arched before he could unload one of the bigger creamies of his young life.

It didn't take a lot of edging for an organ like Flynn's to get seriously backed up it seemed. He'd gotten her off in the shower, gone soft, started to get excited when he saw her come out, then gone soft, the boy was practically edging!

Which might explain why Zara was left speechless as more cum than she could remember was pumped directly into her cervix. So much she could feel the heat, feel the stretching, feel her little baby daddy forcing her belly to prematurely expand on just the seed.

Moaning, gasping, Flynn gave several more thrusts. His big love muscle pulling out from that deep place, grinding against her sensitive interior. He also pulled out thick reams of gushing cum that splashed all over the bed under and around her.

Flynn gasped as his orgasm topped out, then he collapsed onto the woman. His falling into her carmel bosom, and his dick still buried inside her as he turned his face just enough to breath.

"So… Awesome… Gonna be… a dad." Zara relaxed under the boy, twitching slightly as he occasionally throbbed or pulsed inside her. But for the most part, she reached up and stroked the white boy's hair as she gave the smallest of sighs.

Within a few moments, Flynn was snoring. It was surprising, but only for a moment. They'd had a fun time out, and it had been quite exhausting.

"Sleep… rest my little master." She felt his weight settling on her stomach and smiled at the thought of all that seed swimming inside her womb. She felt him sleeping and knew she would be doing the same. She wondered who would wake up first… and if it was her, she'd be greeting him in the new day with her mouth.

KNOCK KNOCK* *

RIINNNG! RIINNNG!*

Flynn looked up at the loud sound of someone at the door. After a moment he sighed. Zara, her hips planted on the boy's lap, his cock deep in her ass, did the same.

"Flynn! Mrs. Abdallall?!" Then a few moments later. "Mr. Abdallah?!" That last sounded more hopeful than anything as Flynn's mother called out.

Flynn groaned as Zara pulled off his dick, and with an apologetic pout of her lips she rushed to find some clothing. The boy swore under his breath as he shoved himself back into his pants.

It had been such an awesome morning! Zara had woken him up sucking his dick! Something he'd NEVER had done before! Then she'd ridden him in bed! Talk about the best wake up ever.

They'd had breakfast, and then chilled out in the living room. Which mostly had been him watching tv while she slurped on his dick, then he decided he wanted her ass… Only for his super lame mom to show up!

"Open the door! I WILL get management if I have too! I need to see my son NOW!"

BANG BANG!* *RING RING RIIIINNNGGGG!*

A few moments later the door opened. Mrs. McDonnell pulled back a fist, and looked at the flushed but smiling face of Mrs. Abdallah and the openly hostile glare of her son.

"There you are!" She grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him over the threshold of the apartment.

"Yeah, duh." Her son said, nonplussed as she manhandled him. "Where else would I be?"

His mother held him at arm's length, looking him over. Then she glared at Zara.

The other woman cringed back slightly, her smile becoming a bit more forced.

"Is there… a problem?" Her accent seemed almost birdlike as her pitch rose and the white woman ran her tongue over her teeth.

"Did you… leave the building with my son last night?"

"..." Zara stood there, her mouth hanging open.

"Huh?" Flynn looked up at his mother in confusion, desperately hoping she wouldn't notice the way his heart nearly lept out of his chest as the boy leaned into what his mother obviously already knew.

"We went to get a burger. Mrs. Abdallah only had like… weird foreign food!" The boy gave a dramatic shudder while sticking his tongue out.

Zara's face was read and she nodded with difficulty. "I… I was not prepared to feed him properly. I do apologize." The woman stared at the ground while Flynn's mother stared at her.

"Hmm… He is…" The mother sighed heavily, then looked back at her son. "A notoriously picky eater." Flynn gave his mother a wide shit eating grin. "Did you really have to give Mrs. Abdallah that much trouble?!" The boy just laughed and his mother rolled her eyes. "Get back home." She finally said while giving a tug on the boy's arm and sending him nearly stumbling down the hallway towards their home.

Zara watched the boy go. Her heart ached in a way she had honestly never felt before and she had to blink rapidly as tears nearly began to form in her eyes.

"Zara, I wish you'd just come to us. We have plenty of food he likes."

The caramel skinned woman next door snapped out of her daze and began shaking her head.

"N-No! I couldn't bother you! Y-You and your husband… finally had time to yourselves!" Zara gestured towards the other woman, and Flynn's mother smiled but waved the protest away.

"It wasn't anything so special. I promise you." Zara frowned as her neighbor gave a small roll of her eyes, but started to relax as the redhead shifted her stance to follow her son. "But I do appreciate the thought just…" She gave Zara a strained smile. "Let me know if you're going to… take my son anyway."

"Oh, yes of course." Zara let out a strained laugh and nodded. She dared not tell the woman that it was her son who had taken her out… She merely gave the other woman a respectable bow. "If you ever need anyone to watch him… Please , let me know."

The white woman frowned slightly at the emotion in her neighbors voice, but she finally shrugged it off. "I'll keep you in mind." She began walking after her son, noticing with mild surprise that the boy was waiting and watching the two ladies in the hallway.

The mother raised a brow at the boy, he only stared back at her, a small but definite pout on his lips as she strode towards him. Then she noticed his eyes flickering past her, a moment before there was a mild melodic tone tha signaled before their elevator opened.

"Ah! Zara, my love!" Cried out a thickly accented male voice in joy.

"K-Karim!" But in response, the hijabi wearing neighbor sounded almost panicked. "Y-You're back-?!"

"Early, yes!"

The redheaded woman stopped mid stride. Her son stared past her with his eyes wide. He looked at her, his face losing color rapidly.

His mother whirled in place. Behind her was the older middle eastern man she knew as her next door neighbor, Karim Abdallah. He was shuffling out of the elevator with large bags under both arms and a smile on his face for his young wife. Then he noticed her.

"Oh! Hello neighbor!" The absentminded man waved to her, dropping one of his bags by accident. "Oh! Whoops! Ahaha!" He reached for the bag, still laughing at his clumsiness. "Really though, I didn't even need so much luggage. I wasn't even gone for the entire weekend!"

Flynn's mother looked at the man, then looked at the woman who'd been alone with her son for almost twenty four hours. Zara's face burned, her hazel eyes full of pure dread.

"Flynn! Fiadh! MCDONNELL!!"

Flynn flinched back. It was never good when his mother used his full name.