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by Jokiba

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68. Muslim Mommy -Mindbroken by a Kafir Brat

Muslim Mommy - Mindbroken by a Kafir BratVesselOfDepravitySummary:

Tahira has always struggled balancing her religion's focus on modesty with the insanely curvy body she had been blessed with. One day she responds to an ad requesting Muslim women for a modelling job. However when she turns up, she is surprised to find only a young White boy running the show...

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Chapter 1Chapter Text

Tahira crinkled the leaflet in her hand nervously, shuffling her massive mommy curves in the waiting room of the featureless office complex while watching the clock tick forward with trepidation.

'Why am I so nervous? There is nothing wrong with what I'm doing.'

Despite her thoughts, the fidgeting in her body said otherwise, as did the fact she was here without speaking a word about her plans today to either her husband or son. She looked down at the leaflet again.

'Models Wanted – Arabic Muslim women needed for photoshoot.'

Nothing in the content was particularly leery or cause for alarm. But she could still imagine the reaction from the men in her life. Phrases such as'Exposing your body'and the implication of it all being very haram.

'No! Thousands of Muslim women appear on adverts, magazines, fashion. Inshallah I shall be one of them.'

The model call was low on details, but she imagined it was for Hijabi fashion, or perhaps makeup. Tahira secretly hoped it was the latter, her own perfectly applied appearance showing off a little of her skill with the foundation brush and dusky mascara wand. She popped open a clamshell mirror and re-checked everything, the simple movements of her arm going to withdraw the compact and return making her whole voluptuous form quiver and roll like doughy waves.

She had always struggled in the balance of religious adherence to female modesty with her own interest in beauty products. Not to mention the simply outrageous, curvy body she had been blessed with. The second after puberty had hit she had been growing into a body made for carrying children, insane hips that shook even without needing to strut, a mind-melting, caramel dumpy that was barely contained underneath dark, taut fabric, and breasts which had started merely large and blossomed into gigantic cannons of boobage after her first and only child was born.

She took some time to adjust her Hijab, positioning the Egyptian blue outer scarf into a symmetrical oval around her face and making sure the tighter scalp cap underneath didn't have any stray hairs emerging. Satisfied, Tahira clicked her compact shut just as the receptionist, a distractingly busty Asian woman, acknowledged a notification bloop on her computer and called over to her.

"We're ready for you now. Through the door, and the studio is at the end of the corridor."

Tahira stood up, black abaya rustling as the gold beading fell into place around her curves, and nodded at the other woman before heading for the featureless white double doors, frosted glass panes giving nothing away. She pushed them open and walked into a corridor. The indicated studio door was right in front of her. As she headed towards it, she noticed the posters along the wall to her right every few meters.

The woman had to do a double-take when she saw the first poster. A night-black woman in tribal clothes and her hair in braids, eye-fucking the camera with her hands planted suggestively on a spear. The next one along was a wide-hipped Latina baddie, hair long enough to cover her chest and a conquistador helmet held between her thighs, but otherwise seemingly nude.

'Isthiswhat they make here!? Oh Allah forgive me.'

She felt like she was too far in now to not at least see what was in store for her. There was still time to simply walk out, dignity intact. The next poster almost made her do a 180 and march back to the reception, for it was the same woman who had called her through that was posed kneeling on tatami mats, topless and nipples obscured only by the katana she was part-way through unsheathing.

Swallowing hard, Tahira pressed on despite her rising reservations, unwilling to admit the excitement she was feeling, finding herself at such a racy establishment. Ominously, the last poster frame she passed before the door was empty.

'Could it be for me?'

The question rose in her mind and she flushed, not daring to imagine how she might be asked to present herself to match the array of women she had seen already. With her heart in her throat, Tahira pushed open the studio door and entered.

"Around here."

As soon as the voice called out to her, Tahira was filled with a sense of wrongness. The speaker was male, already a dubious distinction when alone and unescorted, but also too moved to the marked X on the floor, bright lighting making a deep shadow on the fringes of the room where the voice was coming from that her eyes couldn't penetrate.

"Mmm. Oh yeah you'll work real good."

The speaker's honeyed words held obvious appreciation for the way her body rocked in the rolls of dense, layered chiffon. A homebody mother approaching middle age was how she saw herself, but she was blind to the fact she stretched every 'modest' article of clothing to the absolute limits and gained weight always went to the best and most erotic parts of her body. From under the fabric any pervy male could see the rise of her rump, the pudgy softness of a well-fed tummy and the dimpled surface of her puffy nipples denting the fabric.

Tahira's features widened in surprise, her eyeliner accented points shooting upwards and her mouth making a plump-lipped O when the speaker stepped out into the light, revealing an adorable boy no older than eleven. A blue-eyed blond kid whose tufty hair gleamed like a wheat field ready for harvest. His slight body looked like it could be blown away in the wind, but he stood still as a statue, free from the usual childish hesitance, hyperactive twitching or youthful curiosity. Here was a boy in complete control.

Even though Tahira was over twice his height, she saw no deference to age or authority as he glared appreciatively over her body. He memorized the way every curve was poured into her dress like he was drawing up battle plans on how to extract her from it.

"I thought it might take a few trys to find a camel-humper bitch with a figure worth a damn. But we already have sows like you crawling out of the slums to audition. I guess hubby has no idea how to handle all that right? Typical towel head logic."

He laughed with a giggly lilt like a child, an innocent sound despite the filth that had just emerged from his mouth. Tahira couldn't believe what she had just heard.

"W-w-what are you saying? Who are you?!"

She looked around, thinking this must be some foul-mouthed producer's child left unattended and playing a sick prank. But they were alone. The boy lifted up a sheet of paper and Tahira noticed her own signature on it. The job contract she had filled out in the reception, faxed through from the room before.

"Call me Todd. I'm your boss for today bitch. That pretty head just filled with sand or something? You're the hijabi hottie who has to do everything I say."

Tahira bristled at his continued casual offensiveness.

"I came here to model not babysit some White brat. Let alone one who uses such language. Your parents would be ashamed."

"You don't know a thing about my parents slut. In fact they support my hobbies. Who do you think helped set all this up."

He flicked a business card at her and she caught it mid air, slowly turning it over to read it while keeping hers eyes on this strange boy.

Todd the Rod

Executive Talent Scout

Young. White. Hung.

She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

'Some privileged, rich kid being irresponsible with daddy's money and the best he could come up with was leading on women like me and wasting my time?'

She shook her head, wanting to leave this place behind as quickly as possible and the racist pre-teen bully that had lured her here. That was until she glanced movement in the corner of her eye and looked up to see Todd pulling a thick leather belt out from his wait and wrapping his hand in a length of it. When the last of it flicked out from his hips, his baggy shorts dropped. A second after, a meaty thud followed as a coiled length of flesh unfurled from the boys crotch, tip kissing the floor. Tahira's jaw fell open as she tried to comprehend this boy's cock reveal.

'Todd theRodwas right. Oh my goodness this boy is obscene!'

A child younger than her son and much,muchbigger than her husband approached her. The correct action would be to flee right this second, but her hungry eyes just kept staring.

"You like it huh? When was the last time your husband made you scream?"

Tahira blushed even more, redness merging into the dusky skin of her face. The correct answer was 'never' though she was not going to offer that fact up to a racist, pre-teen bully who was ogling her like a street market slaver. In truth her marriage had been happy but unexciting. She just thought that was how it was to be. Dutifully giving him a son then becoming caretaker to his home. What more should there be? Tahira had considered modelling as an exciting hobby, and look where she had ended up!

"Such questions. You should bite your tongue before…"

"Before what? Your god strikes me down for putting my hands on a holy woman?"

Without warning his hands lunged and sank deeply into both of her breasts, curves engulfing his fingers like treacle and his impish grin got wider as he felt just how much breast-meat she was lugging around in her draped figure.

"Aah~"

She couldn't help but moan at the unexpected touch, so passionate and depraved. In truth her bedroom had been on a dry streak of a few months now. And now this twerp was taking full advantage of her desperation to hit her right where she was sensitive.

"Aaah-umph"

Her second moan was cut short as he leaned up, putting his mouth right over her and greedily forcing his tongue past her teeth. His obstinate lips sucked the gloss off of hers and he quested for a taste of her mouth, searching for exotic experiences in her pretty face. His high-suction surprise kiss was delivered with more passion than she had ever experienced before, and the motherly woman couldn't help but kiss back slightly and moan into the child's mouth until her instincts could be overridden by logic. Breaking their kiss with a drooping thread of spit, she pulled back and tried to reason with the boy.

"Stop. You muststop. This iswrong. I'm married. You are but a child. Even such a…blessed child. No! This is a mistake."

She pulled back further from Todd, steeling her soul against temptation even as his hands and tongue had lit a fire in her body. As she resisted him, Todd cock throbbed and rose a little from the floor, stirring like a foot-long cobra, sniffing prey in the air.

"I heard you people valued loyalty. That's why I saved your kind for last. An Arabic whore to add to my collection. The juiciest peach in the fruitbowl."

Tahira remembered the posters outside and realised every one of those women had fallen under his spell. Modelled for him. Done whatever he asked.

"You are a vile, spoilt little boy. Thinking you can get away with anything because of…that."

She looked at his cock again and he was stroking it. Slow and luxurious. Sizzling with heat and rising higher with every decadent pull on the thick foreskin. Marble white on the outside and a young, cotton-candy pinkness showing on the emerging tip. So foreign to her marriage of lights-off copulation. So exotic against her cinnamon-dusted bronze skin.

"I am not some wanton woman like you have been lead to believe. I will not compromise my beliefs just because some brat has been mistakenly given the cock of a horse."

She attempted to shame the boy for the bitchbreaker but he kept his strokes slow and steady, filling the air around him with the musk of precum and the vile vigour of a hotly massaged foreskin.

"I thought you came here for some excitement. Repressed woman, boring marriage. I've seen it all before. Don't tell mejust thisis enough to scare you away. If it's too much then just leave. There will be another Arab bitch crawling back here soon enough. It might even be you again."

"Ngghh no. Never."

She sounded less sure now, more pleading. She tried to get her body to move, to turn away and break the spell. When she turned her back on him, Todd unwound the belt around his knuckles a few times and lashed out. Flat leather clapped against mature Muslima booty with a knee-bucklingthwick!And Tahira stumbled to all fours.

"Ana asif Habibi."

She whispered to herself, an apology to her husband as Todd's slow, confident steps caught up with her. She turned to see him throw the belt aside and ready his hand against her wide target of motherly buttocks.

SLAP!

A strike of the side of her cheeks and the boys saw with open glee the shockwave rippled through her booty.

"Must you be so vulgar."

She pleaded with the infidel boy, to no avail. Her protests only fuelled the meanness inside him and the more she spoke out, the more determined he was to make her sultry body into his personal playground.

SLAP!SLAP!

The abaya hid nothing of her body's movements. It was like she was presenting her whole self. Nothing left to the imagination as the middle-eastern tit-cow let a boy paralyse her with lust and rain down slaps on her jiggling, curvy form with no reproach.

SLAP!

The sting of pain was alchemised into excitement a split second after the impact. He used her body like a toy, taking his time to slowly walk around her submissive body. The gigantic sag of her breasts, scraping the floor with their pendulous motion and making such irresistible targets for his sadistic streak. The earthquake of jiggling ass, dress so tight that it looked like it was practically painted on her obscene body. The kind of curves only genuine motherhood and a luxurious life of sweet and rich food could craft after years of ripening. All laid out for a boy and the blows his hands and belt could rain down on her.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The cruel brat slapped closer and closer to the dangerzone, leaving handprints across her body from covered ankle all the way up her leg to the inside of her thighs, with his rigid fingers poking right into the crevice. Todd smirked as soon as he felt the humidity inside. Tahira knew what he had just guessed. Under her layers of modesty, she was growing wetter under this boys hand. A show of dominance that her life had been lacking for such a long time. Her soul wanted to respond with obedience. So when she felt his grip on the back of her head, pulling at her delicate hijab, she allowed herself to be walked back to the centre of the room with utter compliance.

"Please. Just let me go. This is sinful. Absolutely haram."

"Nobody is stopping you."

He replied, his grip tight on her hijab. She could escape if she pulled away, letting him unveil her. Tahira didn't know what to do. Expose herself more to this boy, or let him manhandle her further. Everything seemed to be the wrong choice. Todd clicked his tongue at her inaction and pushed her down to the floor, moving to sit in a small folding chair, pulling his feet up to rest on the seat and letting his cock wave enticingly towards the MILF.

"It's this thing right? The reason you can't leave."

She bit her lip, beginning to crawl forwards.

"I can smell unsatisfied pussy from a mile away, and bitch you reek of it. I guess your man has a limp brown nub and two shrivelled dates for balls right?"

She didn't dignify that with an answer as she got close enough to watch as his unfairly huge White cock flexed and waves in front of her. The musky hog looked like it was basking in her reluctant admiration. A cocky prick attached to a cocky jerked that cock with both hands, pushing it out towards Tahira, each stroke ending with a glisten of wetness at the tip. A precum pearl that have her tongue tingles just imagining its taste.

"Want to have a go? This might be the only time you get to use those soft, pedicured hands on a real man's meat."

He jiggled his footlong and Tahira swooned at the slight bend in the middle of the length at it waved, like a strong tree-branch flexing in a high wind. She put out her hand, just enough to see the size of it. She compared it against her dainty fingers, then her memories of the times she had given her husband a brisk, efficient tugjob on nights where they were both too tired for real lovemaking. Even as her loyal Muslima brain tried to compensate and edit her memory of her beloved's penis to be as big as possible, it stood no chance against Todd's monster. Without realising it, her hand was starting to close around the girth, until her silky, moisturised palm was skin-to-skin with a sword of uncut, underaged kiddy cock.

"That's a good bitch. Back and forth. Wake it up a bit."

Tahira cursed under her breath, refusing to look the boy in his eye as she got to grips with the snake at his crotch.

"Do not think to enjoy this so much."

Though she didn't give any reason why he shouldn't.

At her back, Tahira heard the sound of the studio door swing open and she dropped his cock like it was scalding, turning guiltily. Flouncing her way over towards the pair was the Asian woman from the reception, wearing an outfit that could only be described as 'business slutty', the overly-sexual form of the traditional Office Lady look. In her hand was a high-spec camera and without missing a beat she raised it to her eye and with a click captured Tahira, kneeling at the engorged cock of a small White boy looking regretfully sinful, right into the lens.

"Th-th-this is not! I have- Nothing has happened! You must wipe that film!"

"Relax, she knows the score."

Todd drawled over Tahira's nervous stumbling of words.

"We just want to get some modelling shots. Y'know, the whole reason you came. Just pretend like she isn't here."

"How could I pretend that… Those images would be… totally inappropriate. You have no right."

Thwap

Todd shut her up by swinging his cock like a baseball bat right across her face.

"You signed the form. We get to take pictures whenever thefuckwe want. Now stop being a mouthy fuckingterroristbitchand get back to the job."

The way his dickslap stung her cheek seemed to stun her back to submissiveness. She raised her hand to the reddened skin and was dicknotised right back to following his swaying tool with her darkly eye-shadowed gaze.

'It's true what they say about these Islamic whores. They act all haughty, but they just need a firm hand and a strong master.'

"You look hungry."

Her glare could have lit the boy on fire as he taunted her. But it was true, she did want a taste more than anything. Just a taste to satisfy her curiosity. It would stain her honour, but she would be clothed and her most private places kept reserved for her beloved. Lips like sun-kissed earth reached out for that hard shaft.

"Nuh-uh. You want that? You gotta warm me up."

Todd pulled his cock away from her mouth and slid further into his seat. His butt thrust out and his cheeks spread, while his cock was hoisted to sway above her like a sword of Damocles. Tahira made eye contact with his butthole. Soft, pink, hairless and twisting in a smug little beat like it was making kisses at her.

"Slurp on my asshole, shitskin Arab bitch."

"N-no. There's simply no way. Not even for my husband would I desecrate my own bo-"

"NOW!"

Todd snarled and she was instantly cowed, prostrating her body like she was beginning a prayer.

'What is it about this boy? I should hate everything about him and yet…'

She looked up again at his asshole, swallowed her pride, and leant in. Lips that had been loyal to her husband for decades. Lips that kissed her son on the forehead each morning. Now they were pressed even more passionately into the tight butthole of a rude, obnoxious, White bully. The ominous click of the receptionist's camera sealed her fate, canonizing her reputation as an ass-eater slut with photographic evidence.

All of Todd's insults and degrading treatment had given him a buxom, desert wench willing to defy every teaching she had ever known just to suck on a ten-year-old's shitpipe. There were no words for women like her. And any facade of unwillingness crumbled as he began to give her orders.

Deeper. Sloppier. Nastier. She got filthy with it. From out of classy, glossed lips came the ravenous tongue of a whore. Suppressed sexuality being allowed to flourish in her pursuit of rimming a child. She pressed her tastebuds to the inside of his colon as deep as she could, scrubbing the greasy walls, pressing her nose into his taint and leaving smudges of her foundation all over his buttcheeks, the warm golden rose shade smearing over his lily white skin shamelessly.

"Fuck yeah that feelsgood. Really get in there, I wanna have a brown bitch make my prostate sparkle."

Tahira applied herself, pressed the face she had come here to be a model with, the face that had her in the highest ranks of Arabic beauty standards, the face that could seduce a man completely even with her body fully covered. That same face she now shook side-to-side in the ass crack of twerpy kid. She motor boated his pale cheeks then swapped to running her face up and down the crevice, her tongue fully extended and flat to his taint, rubbing all over from his tailbone to the two greasy balls that were pulsing with sperm.

A White boy snapped his fingers and Tahira was there to act as his toilet paper, slurping, suckling and making noises that no religious woman should be making. Her worship to his asshole sounded like an unplugged, gurgling drain. Her tongue plunged into his tight ting and spot-cleaned the entire surface then every crevice she could reach inside. The same mouth that prayed five times a day was being used to massage the colon of a disrespectful kid who found it funny that she would break every tenet of her faith just to toss his flexing butthole.

"SHIT, I never knew women could be so repressed. I never had a bitch flip so quickly to slurping out my bunghole hehehee. Don't forget the balls though!"

He snapped, and Tahira broke her face-sliding pattern to move up and pop both of his balls into her mouth, first the left egg-sized fleshball and then, after some struggling, the other forced its way in.

"Gargle them raghead."

She had no self-preservation instinct for her honour left, and responded by instantly lapping and coating the hot, smelly orbs in spit and humming a wet-sounding tone. Todd's nuts were treated to an exclusive massage and polish, as Tahira let herself be teabagged just to empower his titanic erection. The endless clicking of the camera became just another background noise. Either that or her reputation and honour was so defeated that no more sinful pictures could reduce it further.

All her work got his cock iron-hard and by the time she heard him click his fingers for attention, she pulled her face out of his ass with her appearance in complete disarray. The intricate eyeshadow and careful brushstrokes of mascara now streaked down her face like the tears of a street walker. Her eyes cast upwards to see the savagery of cock she had brought forth and her heart fluttered in pride. Without letting this boy see an inch of exposed skin, she had brought herself low and primed him for her own corruption.

"Whew, No wonder you people adapted to living in the desert. It feels like you sucked every bit of moisture from my anus like a complete whore. I think it's time I saw a bit more of the show though."

Tahira was glassy-eyes and dazed, brain still swimming in a rimjob induced subspace, barely listening to his words, just aching for the moment she could feel that cock against her. When Todd's hands came for her hijab, she had nothing left to resist with. He pulled the blue scarf away from her and dark, glossy locks fell all around her, a sight only a handful of men had ever beheld. Her hair shimmered like an Arabic princess but that didn't deter the brat's grasping hands. Tugging until Tahira's cries of pain woke her up from her daze, she sobered up from being drink on a pre-teen's asshole just long enough to realise the length of cock she was starting down the barrel of.

"Oh Allah~"

Was all she could manage before the boy was pulling her in, his cock breaching her lips and stealing away her blowjob virginity. Never did she think she would submit to such shameful acts, nor that she would like it. As his cock barrelled down, inch after inch, into her mouth, Tahira had to contend with the reality that sucking down the cock of a boy less than a third of her age was more exciting than sex with her husband. That tackling the prick of a kid whose inches outrank his age would be wetting her pussy more than any of the dutiful, mechanical lovemaking in her marital bed. That one child determined to use her throat to get off was more domineering and true to a man's place above her than the one she pledged her life to.

As her virgin throat gasped and spasmed around the White invader, she choked up enough throatslime to dribble down her face and sodden the fabric wrapping her luxurious body. Darker patches on the already dark fabric. The same dark wetness she was hiding between her thighs, toffee-skinned thighs that had not stopped rubbing together since the brat had started claiming her mouth as his fucksleeve.

Todd ragdolled her face even faster, her hair used as painful handles. He gave her no respite and no care in his brutal thrusts. With his hairless crotch mashed against her regal nose and his fat balls squashing her chin, he began to unload.

"UURrrrrggghhhh YEAHHHHH~ Fuck yes exotic bitches are the BEST~"

He jeered in orgasmic bliss, jettisoning his jizz and giving the woman her first ever throatpie. She could feel the heat throbbing though his cock and the noisy spurts of jizz as it puddled into her tummy. Only when he started to removed his cock did a fat spray of nut blast her tongue and for the first time she tasted cum. Before today she had never even entertained the idea, but now with a footlong of shota cock to impress, she gargled his seed and gulped down the thick, salty treat like a good mommywhore.

His cock was still erupting when it broke free of her throat. Todd grunted and his taint tensed like a bicep. He forced his cock to tighten the pressure and his next set of ropes splattered over Tahira's face like a runaway glue-gun.

Twwwiiiiiithhhubbbhbhbh~ Twwiiiithhhubhbhbh~ Twwwwiiithubbbhbhhhh~

His semen gunked over her face and her aghast expression was fixed as splurt after splurt soaked over her. Her cupped hands rose to her chin, catching his cum pool before it could be allowed to roll down her body, mar her dress and disgrace her further. Todd lunged with one foot forward, stepping over her shoulder and getting his cock point blank and smearing the orgasming tip over her like a paintbrush, rubbing his nut into her skin. He looked down and saw his sperm lake held in her hands, the thick, salty emission swirling with genetic material right up against the gold rings Tahira wore on her fingers. A thought came to him and he laughed.

"Give yourself another coat of paint bitch."

She looked confused, blinking sperm out of her eyes before it cooled and solidified, sealing her eyelids shut. Todd mimed throwing his own hands over his face then laughed again at the flush of shame that went through her face.

"Child, you are truly the spawn of a djinn~"

She hissed, but begrudgingly obeyed, raising her hands and pouring the sperm she was so careful to not let fall on her abaya, right back over her face. As she was anointed for a second time with his cum Todd stroked the last dribbles of his load over Tahira's face, thumbing his cockhead with satisfaction, replacing her ruined makeup with slutty streaks of ballsnot for her to wear. As she gasped, sucking in air through a desperately clogged gullet that was still working through the backlog of sperm he had filled her with, Todd took the time to get handsy with her body.

He pulled and tugged at her abaya and the tighter dress beneath. Pulling it to make her curves even tauter against her body. He scrambled enough loose material in his arms that every curve was outlined, pressed skintight against the elastic material. With ferocious, brat energy the boy threw his arms apart and ripped through the layers like he was ripping a phonebook apart.

Stttttttrrriiiiiippp~

Umber skin, never before touched by a gaze other than her husband's, tumbled out of the dress. A bratty White bully beheld her body, emerged from the cocoon of decency and ripe for his plundering. His cock was already hard again, restored the second he saw the quality of plush mommymeat he would be soon to devour.

Tahira tried to recover some modesty, picking up the scraps of her dress and holding them to her body, trying to cover at least her breasts and vagina from the stares and clicks of the receptionist's camera. But not sooner than was she stood up with the barest handfuls of fabric over herself, body spilling delectable Muslima skin at every angle, than the hyperactive strength of Todd barrelled her over as he launched himself at her exposed body. Tahira had no chance to even understand what had hit her before the boy was exploring every inch of her he could reach, clambering over her like a horny monkey.

Giving in to his impulses, Todd pounced upon her body until his mop of blond hair was parked right between her wide, dark-honey thighs. His lips met her elegant, slightly-reddened pussy was a wet smack, her arousal like a waterslide for his face. With all the grace of a starving child devouring a dripping peach, Todd went down on Tahira's cunt rabidly. The alien sensation of such a small, young tongue invading her privates made her squirt all over herself again. Her overstimulated clit thumbed up against the boy's nose as he took powerful gulps of her sodden hole and nibbles against her fat labia.

"Oh noooo. Oh my goodness. It feels- aaaaahhggggyyaaa~!"

Tahira arched her back off the ground, pressing her cunt into the boy's face as hard as she could. Her arms stretched above her head and pressed the ground, throwing her newly nude chest to the air and moaning pornographically as she came a third time, his oral treatment hitting every one of her weakspots. Lapping up her squirt like a sports-drink, Todd then rose, wiped off his mouth with a smirk and got ready for more debauchery.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he lead her like a dog towards the back of the studio stage, behind the white screen wall. Tahira's stomach dropped when she saw where he was taking her and she mewled, trying to dig her heels into the floor. But another sharp pull at her scalp and his kiddy strength overpowered her. Her nude body was paraded out into view of a wide, wall-length window that stretched across the other half of the room. After being enclosed in blank hallways and the other-worldliness of a photo-shoot, the raw realism of natural light and the view down to pedestrians walking the streets below made her surge with panic.

"Stop. Todd please not here. People could see. I'm begging you."

He just pulled her right to the edge, so she could see the people walking below. All it would take was for one to look up and chose her window to glance at. And her fully exposed body would be theirs to see.

Smack

Todd's palm clipped her butt in a swift motion, making her kneel up from all fours.

"Hands on the glass."

He was behind her now, his cock levelled to her hot, wet pussy. It was dripping with anticipation right onto his shaft and, with a self-satisfied surge of power, his cock flexed, pressing hard into her slit.

"OoooOOooooOOoohhh~"

Her pillowy thighs rubbed together again, swaddling Todd's fat, kiddy cock between them and pressed up against her dripping slit. He slid it back and forth slowly, teasing over her hole, just hinting at the kind of damage he could do to her body. How many orgasms he could rip from her brain and have her moaning out over the crowded streets.

"I said,ONtheGLASS."

He shoved the small of her back and she fell forward, arms splayed to either side to catch herself and her seismic milkbags pressed right into the cold surface. They warped into honey pancakes, centred with a dark bumpy areola that had all definition flattened right on the clear pane. The chill glass hardened her teats into nubs that had nowhere to go but inside, like a stiffened inverted nipple. Her chest full of plappable titmeat was smeared out over the window like an advertisement of her exhibitionism.

Todd felt her slit squirm as she exposed herself. He was ready to claim her pussy now. Fertile Arabian holes made for being filled and creampied by thick White boycum.

"Oohhhhh~ Pleeease. Put it in. Put in innnn~"

Todd chucked.

"What happened to all that piety bitch. I thought this hole was only for your Muslim husband. Now you're telling me you want it stretched out by my cock."

"Yessss~ I don't care any more. Just put it in before I lose my mind."

"Even though I'm young enough to be your son."

"You're so much younger~"

"People might look up if we stay here. They might all get to see you lose your dignity, speared on kafir cock."

"Yes. YES! I hope they do. There might be other women like me down there. Stuck with weak, Muslim husbands who don't know how to fuck. They should know how good it could be."

"Well… since you seem so sure."

Tahira felt every inch of his cock enter her, simpering with delight as soon as he passed the old milestone of penetration left by her husband. His monster of girth rubbed up against nerve-filled walls that had been untouched her whole life. Unsatisfied in bed and uncomfortable with self-exploration, it was up to a literal child to give her the sexual education she had been craving.

She took his infidel dick as fast as he could deliver it, moaning out with no restraint and pressing her nude body fully against the glass. She came just as she noticed the first few small figures begin to look up and start pointing. They were too far away to make out features, but soon a number of phones had been pulled from pockets and were pointed her way.

"Take it all bittttchhh~"

"Yes sir!"

Tahira felt the chubby, pink billiard-ball sized lump of his cockhead crash into her cervix and she saw stars. It was a pain she vaguely recognised from childbirth, but mashed together with an undeniable pleasure.

"AUUUUUGHHHHHHHH!"

Her scream was a remix of agony that had been turned into bliss. That prick mashed through her again and again, knocking on the door to her womb with an inevitable show of strength. His dick humbled her, thrusting over until her knees started to shake. She threw herself back against it whenever she was not being squashed against the window.

While Todd re-arranged her cunt, she saw movement on the ground as another figure played with some black box in their hands. Suddenly a drone whizzed past her eyes then darted away a little and focused on her. The machine hovered there, camera eye capturing the moment she orgasmed, her face contorting to a fucked-silly mess right as her overdeveloped body was smeared deliciously against the window.

"Beg for the cum."

"YES. PLEASE! I need that cum."

"You need itwhat?"

"I need itSir. Daddy. ~"

"Good bitch."

He replied smugly, before hilting himself inside and feeling his cock head poke just into the gap in her cervix, ready to unleash himself right into her womb directly.

She came again, tongue out and pressed to the glass as well, her eyes crossed as spurt after spurt lashed her womb with sperm. Her pussy was packed with his jizz, leaking like a satisfied, cream-filled pastry once his cock was removed.

The incorrigible child, not satisfied with just two holes bathed in his seed then re-entered Tahira in a place she always swore would be off limits, even to her husband,

"Noooooo not my ass!~"

She pleaded to the merciless boy, just as his cock pushed past her tight ring and he desecrated her final taboo. A twisted kind of pleasure she never expected began to rip through her. His cock was so large that it felt like it was splitting her body like a stake, but the undercurrent of desire brought her through it until she was moaning to each booty-clapping thrust.

"Yess. Ahhh. Deeper. More. AAAAHHH~ YESSS~"

Her curves were all the padding the boy needed to throw his thin body full force into her, knowing his small frame would always land in the brown bouncy-castle of her curves. And that meant Tahira had to take his strongest strokes, twisting her hips and rolling her body in ways she never expected. Her thick frame had to plap, twerk and work to wring out the boys cumload using her recently-virgin asshole in a race against his ability to break her.

"Ptuh! Dance whore. Dance like your harem slave ancestors!"

Todd spat callously, his saliva leaving a streak of disrespect across Tahira's back, her cafe-lait skin marred by the foamy expulsion of an uninhibited brat. She responded by leaning into the performance, her hips shaking until they reached a dick-draining throttle on his tool, clasping and clamping in her assholes hunger for his load. Her phat basbousa of an ass rippled with weight and cellulite, dense and heavy enough to slap and slam against Todd's hips and take as much punishment as he could dish out.

"God this body is insane. I need to get a whole harem of thick Muslim sluts. It should be fucking blasphemy to keep these curves hidden away under some rags."

Tahira moaned out, impaling herself on his cock until it was hammering away at the depths of her guts.

"Yessss YESS. A cock this powerful deserves a harem. But no matter how big it gets, I will always be your number one wife."

"Fuck yeah. Maybe I should convert. Then I can marry every one of my side bitches anyway."

The receptionist put her camera down for a second, biting her lip in approval at the suggestion.

"Or maybe I just start my own religion and you can convert to being my brown fuckslave for life."

"YYESSS YESSSS Oh Allah forgive me but YESSSSSS~"

Her screams were punctuated by tiny whimpers as she braced her insides, each drawing stroke out of her body met with a tightening asshole that dragged across his length in its need to taste that cum in her ass. Her creamed and dripping pussy still quivered each time his cock bottomed out in her, mewling in solidarity as her final hole awaited its thick sperm treat.

Breathlessly cresting to her first anal orgasm, Tahira was a sweat, streaked mess. The window she was pressed to was fogged with condensation and the crowd forming below had nothing to look at but the huge tits pressed to the surface and breaking through the fogged window.

"Ahhhhhh~ I'm cummiiinnnnnggggghhh~"

"Fuck! Yeah! Take it!"

Her sphincter milked his cock to completion just as her own shameful actions surged through her, leaving her squirting hard against the glass. Todd's pillar shot gooey spunk right into her guts in a warm feeling that spread right through her, his load filling every crevice until with a satisfied sigh he pulled his cock away and her hole clenched in a greedy attempt to keep as much of the load delivered to her ass inside her as possible.

With shaky legs, Tahira turned and slid slowly down the wall, feeling the cum cooling across her body, the sperm and spit slicked surface of all of her curves and the incomparable feeling of fullness in every hole. Cradling her womb full of White bully cum she bit her lip.

"That was… amazing. Inshallah I will not be damned for this pleasure."

"Yeah I'm sure your god won't care. Now open wide slut."

Tahira looked up, confused, just in time to see the tip of Todd's softening cock pointed at her like a firehose.

"Hey wai-uuughghbbbhlblbll"

She could barely protest before, with a satisfied sigh, the boy began to unload his bladder right into her mouth. The bitter, acrid piss assaulted her tastebuds on impact and Tahira simply had no energy after being fucked so hard to do anything but lay there and gargle his piss like a mindbroken toy.

She swallowed what she could, but the incessant stream overflowed, down her body and pooling into the pile of clothes that had been shredded from her. As his prolonged piss passed into its second minute, the boy began waving his cock around in a bored fashion, pissing right against the glass above Tahira and letting it all run down and soak directly into her hair. When his stream finally abated, the woman was burbling his piss, sloshing her final mouthful and eventually swallowing it just as her pussy gave a final spasm of shame. In one morning this kid had turned her from proud Muslim wife and mother, to the fuckslave and urinal for a kafir brat with an outrageously haram cock.

"Thank you sir."

She bowed into the piss puddle, lips kissing the still-warm liquid like it was a sacred gift.

Tahira was unceremoniously kicked out of the studio, his receptionist reappearing to announce that his 'next appointment' would be ready any minute. The Muslim woman had a pile of her piss-soaked clothes thrust into her hands then shoved out of a side door on the ground floor.

One disgraceful walk-of-shame later and she spent the next few hours cleaning herself, hiding her debauched rags to be dealt with later and making herself presentable for when her son and husband walked through the door that afternoon.

Despite her life changing encounter with Todd, her life began to slide back to normality, though every night she played herself to the memory while her husband snored beside her.

That was until a week after the fateful 'modelling' appointment when a thick envelope arrived addressed to her. Her son was the one to open it at the breakfast table only to spill a pile of glossy photo prints all over. Tahira's blood turned to ice as she recognised her own lewd body. The same style as the as the posters she had seen before, their sexual tryst captured at some point during that day. It even had the outside drone shot of her being fucked against the glass, evidently the flying gadget had been controlled by another of Todd's women. While her family started in shock, she scanned the pictures and saw every one had her face cut off or obscured.

She felt the buzz of her phone and unlocked it with trembling fingers as her husband began to rant about disgusting infidels and whatever prankster had put pornography in their mail box. Tahira had a text.

Come in for another shoot this weekend.

Or I send the original pictures next.

-TTR

Chapter 2: Part II - Cuckoo in the NestSummary:

Blackmailed and bullied, Tahira's home life is turned upside-down when a certain White shota turns up at her door and makes himself at home.

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Chapter Text

For the last four days, Tahira had been dreading every morning when the post arrived. Monday had heralded the ultimatum from her new bratty pre-teen master, glossy prints from her sinful photoshoot that only spared her dignity by the thinnest of margins by excluding her face.

She was deathly afraid that somehow her husband would recognise a birthmark or mole on the body of the woman in the pictures and somehow connect it to his own wife. But the more Tahira thought about it, the most she considered that unlikely, given how little attention he paid to her these days. In a small act of defiance, she had not shredded and burnt the pictures as her husband had ordered to, but kept them stashed away in secret.

But along with the photos had been the text.'Come in for another shoot this I send the original pictures next.'. This morning was Friday. She had to decide today. Call his bluff and cut contact, try to put the whole shameful experience behind her and forget it. Or return to that studio and just add to the blackmail he had on her. The idea of what that blasphemous child would make her do; her nipples started to stiffen, threatening to dent the many layers of fabric over her body. Her husband and her son continued to eat at the breakfast table in front of her, oblivious to the storm of choices raging in her mature body.

Her husband ignoring her was nothing new, Ahmad was a workaholic and any time not spent making money was used to prop up their family image. He kept himself trim with regular gym visits and was naturally imposing with a tall, proud stance. Tahira wanted to love how he was aged into a hunk of a man but he never seemed to direct his attentions to her. A wife was an after-thought, something that just took care of itself. And as a vessel for their child.

She looked at her boy. Unlike his father, Kamran was a lot closer with her. Or at least he had been. In the last few months she had noticed stolen glances towards her, uncomfortable silences and moments where he would pull away from her hugs. He had recently turned fourteen so she figured he must be getting towards that age where being so close to his mother was simply uncool. But more recently than that, she had seen the way his eye's had widened when he saw those lewd photographs spill onto the breakfast table, the way he drunk up the umber curves, she reminded herself with a shiver.

"Hmmpff… couldn't even get a ribbon."

Ahmad huffed behind his newspaper, looking at the horse racing pages. He never gambled on them of course, but Tahira saw him get emotionally invested in a such a way that couldn't possibly be halal. He followed it studiously, just for extra chances at small-talk with his boss who happened to own some of the horses. He folded it up and looked over at his son who was swiping a tablet while eating.

"Come on, time for school. I'll take you today."

"Already?"

Tahira questioned, not wanting to be left alone in the house with her own thoughts yet again.

"I need to put in a good appearance, besides it's only a half-day today."

Tahira knew his 'half-days' often extended enough to basically be full days anyway, no matter what he claimed. Kamran pushed his bowl away and pushed his tablet face down, wordlessly leaving to get his school bag without any thanks to his mother. Tahira then got the slightest touch of a cheek nudge in lieu of a kiss from her husband before they were both making to leave.

"Have a good day Habibi."

She called to both and got no reply from either. She heard the car leave the driveway and the knew the rest of the day was hers alone until the men in her life returned that afternoon.

Tahira was so organised when it came to housekeeping that she didn't even have any chores to keep her mind off the impending deadline. Despite the fact she almost never had guests, she was fully dressed up in a fine and modest outfit, co-ordinated headscarf and abaya in a sandy-marigold shade with decoration in small bright orange and rose beads around the heart and the hem. She had loved the details on it so much that she had to embarrassingly request for a size much taller than normal. The way her hips ate up so much excess fabric by burgeoning out from her body, what would normally be scraping the floor was held up almost to the point of exposing ankle! Her breasts were a similar barrier to fashion as they loomed out in front of her, turning the floral pattern of beads into a stretched out mess as her outrageous body made everything look skin-tight. She had finally accepted the result after three rounds of alterations at the dressmakers, too ashamed to return for yet another admission that her body was simply too obscene for what they offered her.

She fluttered upstairs, into her bedroom and through to the en-suite bathroom. She went to the hiding place behind the bathroom cleaning supplies and opened up a discreet cupboard beyond them. Under some spare towels was the envelope of her photo-shoot pictures. She bit her lip, spreading them out over the floor. A hand grabbed her breast, mashing it hard as her eyes danced over the images, memories she couldn't let go of flaring up.

'Just keeping them here is fine. It is… a cautionary tale. These reminders will help me become a better woman.'

She lied to herself as she felt her pussy get wetter under her clothes. She reached out to the pictures with a hand like she wanted to dive in. One shot where Todd's huge White boycock was fully visible, grinding between her velvet thighs and contrasting so harshly with their different skin tones.

"Ngauh~"

She let out a noise, nipples itching with the need to be out in the open air, or sucked into the greedy mouth of that child.

DING-DONG

A shock went through her, the doorbell an unexpected surprise. She flustered around, about to begin shuffling all of the photos back into their envelope.

DING-DONG, DING-DING-DING-DONG

But the repeated presses of the bell had her scrambling, getting up and just leaving them there so she could hurry down. She took a second more to compose herself, run her hands over her dress to smooth everything out and put on a welcoming smile. She turned the handle, ready for anything.

"Surprise slut."

Or so she thought. Todd was standing in her doorway, phone clutched in his hand and probably recording right now, catching her face as it ran through the gauntlet of shock, desire, anger and shame.

"W-w-what are youdoinghere? You said thisweekend!"

She tried to sound chastising but a bit of excitement slipped out in her tone.

"Yeah I did, but I make the rules and I decided maybe we need to see a bit more of the woman behind the headscarf. Plus I get to carry out a bit of a reconquista on your home territory, see the hapless saps I'm gonna be cucking. Maybe even get in a home delivered bleaching session."

Tahira's eyes scanned the balconies and windows for neighbours.

"Shhhhh, what are yousayingout in public! You- you- devilish boy!"

She tried to make a show of being angry at him while also trying to keep her voice down, lest she attract unwanted attention. She last thing she wanted was swapped stories of a foul-mouthed boy, anunfamiliar male, seeking business at her address. Todd didn't show any sign of intimidation from her, rather the more animated her movements, the more her body jiggled like huge marbles rolling in nylon, gigantic titties and plush tummy all but grabbable right in front of him. And her shushing sounds came from a caramel finger pressed alluringly against sumptuous lips.

He turned his phone around and her chuntering disagreement was silenced with a feminine 'Eep!' as Tahira caught sight of the screen. A paused video, her in the throws of ecstasy. His finger hovered over the button. She knew just a second of audio would have her screaming out sinful admissions of pleasure across the street. She clenched her fist for a second before swallowing.

"Would you… like to come in?"

Todd pushed past her smugly, pocketing his phone and making sure to rub his face right into her chest, squishing her cake-pop body against himself in the tight doorway. With a final glance to check she wasn't being observed, Tahira closed the door behind her.

"Well? What do you want? Showing up like this out of nowhere?!"

"Heeeey relax. I just thought instead of a studio shoot you might enjoy a home visit instead. Get some shots of you in your natural element. I came a day early since I figured you'd beunattended. Of course I could come back tomorrow."

Tahira baulked, tomorrow was certainly even more unacceptable. But she still distrusted his show of consideration.

"So you just want to…"

"Observe. Do whatever you'd normally do as a dutiful Muslim wife. Pretend I'm not even here."

"I do this, and you will go? Not a word to anyone?"

Todd held up crossed fingers.

"Scout's honour."

"Hmmpf."

She again smoothed her dress out of habit, stalking off to the kitchen. She tried to not notice as Todd pulled out his phone camera and followed her through the house. His lens fixed to the jiggling behind, a barely contained booty that rolled around like waves on a stormy sea. Her house of corridors and sharp turns only acting to make it dance even more under fabric that left nothing to the imagination.

She tutted at herself and leant over to pick up a discarded sock in Kamran's room and Todd got an eyeful as her pussy was practically pressed flat to the body-conscious dress, making visible just how puffy she was down there. Later she spent time taking a miniature watering can around to all the tiny houseplants in every room, reaching high to some of the hanging planters and letting her lewd axilla show through the material under her arms. And when she went to fold her husband's clothes from the dryer, she could use her mountainous chest as a shelf to lay each garment over. The whole time her housework was being watched, judged and recorded. Todd was getting shot after shot of this domestic goddess, her bodysoripe but her mindsounaware of how alluring she was. His own cock throbbed in anticipation at getting this exotic mommy tending to his own needs.

"Ahhh what next?"

Tahira said to herself, wiping away some exertion from her brow with the back of her hand. Nothing she had done was very strenuous, but the heft of carrying her own curves everywhere and the stifling outfit had her beading with moisture. She snapped her fingers, a smile appearing on her lips.

"Of course I'll make Warbat."

Tahira winked her heavily eye-shadowed eyes at the camera, forgetting the devious nature of the boy holding it. In truth she was starting to enjoy Todd following her. She assumed he would start pushing her buttons with pervy behaviour but so far he had been true to his word. As such Tahira saw his recording as shining a light on all her home-maker efforts that were so often overlooked.

She entered the kitchen and sourced everything she would need for the sweet treat, sheets of filo pastry, cream, sugar, rose-water and other assorted ingredients. She began to cook, without the need to consult a recipe. She started humming to herself as she did. When the cream filling was whipped up and cooled she licked the spoon, Todd making sure he caught the moment the flash of pink of her tongue was out, frisking the white peaks before bringing a taste back between her glossy, plump lips.

Little pastry parcels were folded with the filling, positioned onto a tray and moved to the oven. Soon the house filled with the smell of baking.

"Those things look nice. I figured I'd find you with a goat tied up, ready to slice its neck open. After your son is done fucking it of course."

Her shapely eyebrow twitched. Leave it to this callous little shit to bring the mood down.

"There is a lot in my culture that uncouth barbarians like you know nothing about."

She retorted. Before Todd could fling a comeback at her the oven's beeping told her they were done. She pulled the tray out and the sweet delightful scent got even more intense. All that was left was the sugar syrup glaze and enough time for it to soak in. She poured it luxuriously over the Warbat, filling every crevice with the syrup.

She was almost done when the sound of a key entering the front door made her freeze up, hovering over the dessert. She snapped into action, placing it down and turning to Todd.

"Someone is home early. Youhaveto go."

"No way."

She didn't have time to fight him, so just knelt down, put her hands on his shoulders, took a breath so deep her chest filled the entire space between their bodies and begged the boy.

"Please, please be decent. Be a decent child just for once."

"That's not what you were saying last week."

She made an exasperated noise and hurried away to intercept the arrival and hopefully buy time, sending a quick prayer to Allah that Todd wouldn't be tempted by anything.

"Ah!As-salamu alaykumHusband. You are home? So early?"

Tahira saw it was Ahmad and she forced a smile, moving in to embrace him while he was still taking his shoes off by the front door.

"Yes, I said a half-day and I meant it. I even did the school run."

'The one time I wish he was stuck in the office!'

Kamran was stood awkwardly behind, waiting for his mothers shapely body to stop blocking the door. The boy sniffed the air.

"Have you been baking?"

"YES! I mean, yes. Just… baking."

She couldn't hold the embrace any more but backed off and spread her arms like she was admiring both of the men in her life. The long beige sleeves of her abaya tactically covering the door towards the kitchen. Her husband and son had interested faces at the thought of one of her many specialities and were moving towards the kitchen.

"But… but… it is not done… yet."

Tahira tilted her head and refused to lower her arms, backed up to be practically barring entrance to them. She craned her head backwards, looking into the kitchen in the hopes that Todd had found somewhere to hide. To her horror she saw the boy had climbed into the kitchen surface with his trainers planted on either side of her tray of Warbat. His massive footlong monster was pulled out of his flies and he was openly stroking it hard, thick foreskin slapping wetly as he pulled, aiming the barrel right down onto her dessert.

"Is there something wrong?"

Ahmad must have seen the look on her face. Tahira watched in reluctant awe as Todd's rod started spurting, huge ropes of nasty cloying White brat nut, adding to the sweet glaze with a salty extra and drowning her efforts under thoughtlessly ejected sperm.

"NO!"

She cried out and Todd looked up, winking before he hopped down and exited the kitchen at the rear door.

"No?"

Kamran asked, wondering why his mother had cried out. Her head spun back to them.

"I mean 'no, nothing is wrong.' I should attend to it. Please go to the living room, this is woman's work."

"Hi everyone."

Tahira's blood turned to ice at Todd's voice. He emerged from the living room, having circled around from the rear kitchen and back to the front of the house. He was stood there, the glint of a true Djinn in his eyes as he looked at Tahira and her family.

'Shukran Allah he put his cock away.'

Was all she could think as both her son and husband looked confused.

"This is Todd. You know him right?"

She feigned ignorance, wondering how she could bluff this male intruder in their home as something not-completely scandalous.

'Hmm must be one of Kamran's friends.'

"Yes."

Ahmad answered, not wanting to look like he didn't know his own son's acquaintances. When Kamran heard his father agree it suddenly made sense to him too.

'Ah, this must be one of the neighbour kids.'

Figuring if both parents recognised him, the boy must be expected.

"Great! Well you two go wait in the living room and Todd here can help me bring the snacks."

She practically dragged the boy into the kitchen as the others went to sit down.

"What the hell did you do that for?!"

She hissed at him. Tahira didn't know if she was madder at his awkward intrusion or the fact he had jerked off over the Warbat. She went to inspect the damage. She could see the way his cum had arced over them, drizzling in lazy circular patterns. But it did not coat everything. Moving quickly and muttering Arabic curses under her breath, she got a spatula and began to chisel out the untouched parcels before his sperm could soak into the whole batch. The untainted ones were piled onto a plate while the spunked on pastries she left in the tray. She was only able to save a third, the majority of them ruined in Todd's dense nut.

"Eat one."

He stated, sidling up beside her and putting his hand on the inside of her thick thigh. Tahira froze up.

"Got sand in your ears bitch?Eat one."

"Do not say that… my husband isright there."

A single wall separated them from her family, sitting unaware of the depravity playing out in the kitchen. Todd's hand moved further up her thigh, fast entering dangerous territory.

"What's wrong? Infidel cum not kosher or something?"

"It'shalalbrat."

She felt the need to correct him.

"Eat one now, or I'm gonna start yelling."

His small fingers pinched her caramel skin through her abaya. She felt his body inhale deeply and his mouth open.

"Okay! Stop, see."

She reached out for the closest Warbat, a piece that had a fat rope of sperm fall directly across it. A strand connected it to the tray as she pulled it off and brought it to her lips. She stared at his kiddy nut, wondering why she was so hesitant. Had she not done far worse and let this child take liberties with her mature body in vile ways before? But that was at the studio. It felt like another world, like she was a different person there. Here was her home, her honour, her duty as a wife and mother. And in the heart of her sanctity, her kitchen, here she was staring down the cum glazed mess of sugar and cream like it was a fruit from jannah.

Tahira closed her eyes and popped the pastry into her mouth. Instantly two types of cream filling flooded her mouth, a dreamy sweetness and crisp crunch of rich pasty. The sugar glaze undercut by something else, Todd's salty musk. Gluey cum that began to override her senses. She knew her cooking was excellent, and now it was being overwritten by a kafir boy's ball snot andshe liked it even more?!Behind dusky eyelids, her senses were on fire. She chewed it wetly, tongue working the intricate pastry into a sperm curdled mush. She swallowed, finally opening her eyes again, her mouth open in a gasp of satisfaction and her nipples denting out from her chest.

"Ny-gaah~"

Todd was given the ultimate satisfaction of watching this Muslim mommy practically orgasm over eating his issue.

"Have some more, unless you are going to serve those ones to your cucked family?"

He needled into her ear, his hands beginning to wander, holding up handfuls of ripened Muslima cake and taking ever further expeditions into the skin up her thighs.

"Y-yessss~"

She saw the majority of the tray, marked with lines of spunk and knew there was only one way to dispose of the nasty evidence of her sins. She reached for another, not savouring it this time, shoving it into her mouth quickly. She chewed fast, already reaching for another before she had swallowed. With a whorish moan she licked the sperm off the surface first, her talented cooking just a distraction compared to the intensely salty glaze. The corner of three connected pieces held a lake of pooled sperm, so she grabbed the whole thing and forced it all into her mouth together, wringing the pastry of cum like a sponge.

'Forgive me… why does the sperm of an infidel child tasteso good?~'

The entire time, Todd was getting excessively handsy with her body, pushing between her legs further, leaving pinches on her intoxicatingly brown skin and punctuating her decadent eating session withslapnoises wherever he found some spankable cellulite.

"What's taking so long?"

Kamran's voice, followed by the boy himself entering the kitchen. Tahira looked in front of her to where she had completely emptied the tray of the sperm covered treats, just flakes of pastry left at the scene of her moral crime. But she was far from safety as she felt her abaya being pulled upwards and Todd hiding himself under her just as her son walked in.

Tahira smiled at him, trying to hide as much of her body was possible behind the central kitchen island. Todd's hand's were gripped to both of her ass cheeks and she could feel him spreading them, his chuckling breath touching her inner thighs and his face getting closer to the private lingerie that was supposed to only be for her husband's eyes.

"Is that all you made?"

Kamran pointed at the small plate of Warbat, his eyes moving between it and the large, empty tray.

"Sorry we snacked on a few already darling."

"We? Oh yeah where is that Todd kid? He's a neighbour's boy right?"

Tahira's smile was faltering as she felt the boy in question probe at her slit, two hooked fingers pulling aside the intricate lace underwear and a deft tongue run along her soaked folds.

"Y-yes! He came to visit. He seemed lonely and didn't have maaAAaaany friends."

"Are you okay Mom?"

"Mhmm."

Todd didn't just have a godly length of cock, his underaged tongue was a writhing root of flexible flesh and he locked lips to her pussy and pushed it inside. Her body began to quake, curved wobbling as she gripped the counter-top harder, trying to not break down and moan as she was given an oral lashing beyond anything she had experienced.

Her son got nearer, heading to the plate of snacks. Tahira was rooted to the ground, unable to do anything but defend her dignity against plundering licks to her cunt, roaring laps of a tongue that wanted to slurp every bit of her juices like a starving orphan devouring a pomegranate. Kamran got dangerously close, Todd just inches away, hidden between his mothers shapely dress and between her thighs.

"Well save some for us."

He laughed, reaching for a Warbat as Tahira struggled to contain a deep, needy moan, pushing it deep inside her as her blasphemous pussy couldn't stop filling her from pleasure from riding Todd's face. She looked at the pasty in Kamran's hands and with horror noticed a shining glob of cum she had missed glistening on the edge closest to her. Instinctively she knocked it out of his hands.

"No! Not before your father!"

Then before he could react she had swiped the treat to her mouth and put it in whole, eyes rolling in her head as the taste of Todd's cum reignited on her tongue just as her pussy squirted off uncontrollably, soaking the hidden boy in her motherly fem-cum, a surge like thick date syrup that made her whole body vibrate. Only with a mouth stuffed with cream, sugar and cum was she prevented from screaming out in shameful orgasm, her cunt owned by a ten-year-old's tongue.

"Hey that's not fair. You and Todd must have had some already."

Kamran whined, not realising his mother was near sobbing in pleasure, hunched over the counter top and forcing her hard nipples into the marble surface. She waved him off with the plate of Warbat, hoping that was the only tainted treat she had missed. Her son walked back with the remaining snacks to share with his father and Tahira had to breathe deeply to calm her body as she tried not to make any lewd noises.

When the teen had retreated, Todd emerged from his den of sin, his White face covered in Tahira's juices. He ran a hand through his hair, grinning at his audaciousness.

"Looks like those rag heads will be stuffing their faces with your dumb foreign crap for a while. How about we go upstairs and I can give you what you really need."

Todd kept his grip on Tahira's ass tight as he steered her towards the stairs, passing the closed door to the living room where noises of eating and the drone of the TV floated though. She stifled another moan as his fingers jabbed into her cunt, his whole arm nearly swallowed between her cheeks. He directed her up and across the landing.

"Your bedroom, bitch. Let's see it."

She shook her head but a derisive SLAP to her ass and she cowed, allowing this intruder boy into her marital domain, a little colonizer who had only just begun his oppression over her household. His first action upon her inner sanctum was leaping onto the immaculately made bed and messing all the sheets. From his new throne he looked over the wide expanse of cream carpet and earthy toned décor of the master bedroom.

"So this is where the magic happens? Or maybe not, figuring how much of a repressed freak you were last time. I figured I'd give you a week to scrape your dignity off the floor and build it up again before messing you about again."

Tahira shuddered.

"That was a mistake. All that has happened today is simple blackmail. You are an evil child and I shall not be tempted again."

"Still going for that pious woman shtick? I felt that pussy flood like the fuckin' Nile today."

He unbuttoned his pants and let his brief-stretching bulge hang over the lip of the zipper.

"So make any excuse you want. But I'm not leaving this house without bleaching every hole in your body, right here in your bed."

He flipped his underwear down and his cock was unleashed. His namesake rod, flipping forward and hitting the Egyptian cotton sheets, a spurt of precum ejecting as a little streak as it unfurled. Tahira felt the heat rise in her face unbidden. It was as intoxicating to her as the first time she had seen it, not even spending most of a day alone with the odious, racist bullying brat could sway her away from swooning to the pale meat. What did it matter that his mouth was so foul when it ate her to orgasms so intense that she wanted to howl. And who cared if his infidel cock was tastier and larger than her husband and son'sput together. He effortlessly outranked this household in manhood, and who was Tahira to question her role in submitting to the most manly.

'Allah forgive me again, your servant is just too weak. Why must you send me these unwinnable trials.'

Her brain stewed, overthinking her role in the act of submitting to a pre-teen cock. Todd waggled it, sitting over the edge of the bed. Tahira dropped to her knees and began to crawl, hips swaying, ass rising with each knee forward. Eye's locked to the piss slit on his dick, she whispered as she approached.

"Ana asif, ana asif, ana asif."

A stream of apologies from her lips, only stopped when her devout lips met the roguish pinkness in Todd's cockhead. With her husband somewhere under the same roof, she began to suck this White child's cock wantonly.

"Mmmhhppphhh~"

She slipped full, heart-shaped lips over his cockhead, pushing back the dense foreskin that covered him. Her tongue massaged the glans underneath, so keyed in to pleasuring this brat. She dived further. The tip of her tongue running along the crevice beyond his mushroom tip, filling herself with his taste.

"There's a good whore. Get it fucking sloppy too, I want to feel like a proper harem master."

She hated his arrogance but still thrust that cock far enough into her throat to make sinful, glottal noises and drag a load of spit to to lube him up.

"Bwaah~"

She gasped out and used a hand to stroke her throat slime across his shaft before re-engaging it to her mouth. His prick curved down, breaking the barrier to her oesophagus and swallowing the tube of veal steak this boy laid out for her. Todd put a hand on her, bunching up her headscarf enough to let a few dark locks of hair spring forth from the gap. One twisted look shared between them and he dragged her into his crotch. Her body shuddering, vibrations rolling around her curves like and earthquake, limbs kicking with fidgety excitement and a damp spot where her tight dress pressed against her pussy mound. Tahira was ready to act as his throat-bitch. A fallen women who outwardly proclaimed her faith. But even the most modest clothing left her mouth free to move, and so there was no defence she could make when a twerpy boy with a hung cock demanded she service him. An exotic brown suck-slut for the cruel child.

He dragged her back and forth, her headscarf loosening with every tug. Her lips left rings of lipstick on deeper and deeper levels of his shaft. Finally he hilted, making her leave a kiss-mark encircling the hairless base of his meat. And while he had her trapped there, struggling for air, he pulled his arm up and with it the headscarf. Her hair tumbled out from its Islamic prison.

GWWUuggh-PPPWWaafffff

She gagged, still impaled on his cock, mouth blowing out excess spit and watering eyes sending rivers of mascara down her face. Shimmering jet-black sheets of hair, rising up like wings as they came free only to fall back down and be sodden in the deep-throated mess of Tahira's visage.

"Fuuuuucck I forgot how you look when you're not in that stupid burka thing. Ngh fuck I'm gonna CUM~"

A throat full of dick stopped her from correcting his terminology. She felt the surge of heat as blasts of cum began to fill her belly, her hand crept up her own leg to try and quell the fires she felt in her pussy.

"Fuck YES!"

He pulled his cock out like he was unsheathing a sword. Tahira was left coughing and he shook the remnants of his orgasm over her, peppering her hair with dregs of his cumshots. Despite his orgasm he hadn't lost any of his hardness. She felt her holes buzzing in need and the wreck he made of her face was enough to make her obedient and pliable in his manipulative hands.

He hopped off the bed and climbed onto her behind, feet planted on her ass globes and taking handfuls of her dress to keep balance. Tahira looked behind her on all fours as the kid made her into a climbing frame, pulling her dress so taut that it rendered her puffy nipples and sedentary belly bulge basically visible through the cloth. He kept pulling and finally made the material give way.

Like a pushy boy unwrapping a Christmas present, Tahira was unveiled to him completely, burnt amber skin so stark against Todd's pale body, gripping onto her like a frog as he clambered back towards her rear. Taking a rein of her hair in one hand, she felt his cock lock in and ready to drive straight into her asshole.

"NO! Stop please. Not here."

"Shut it and be my steed Biiiiiitchh!"

SLAP! SLAP!

"Auuuugghhhhh!"

He lodged himself through her, thick ass spreading as used his cock as a joystick to drive her around. Directly by slaps to her ass-cheeks, Todd rode her like a mare, enjoying the milking her ass gave him. Tahira hung her head low and tried to ignore the building pressure in her insides. Holes that had been virginal last week were now craving cock. The itch she had felt since their last meeting was the longing for anal penetration. She rose her hips like a bucking horse and Todd doubled his efforts, thrusting as fast as he could and pulling her hair harder when she tried to have her eyes downcast in shame.

SLAP!"Keep moving camel-whore!"

He directed her to the door with pelvis jabs that made her nethers wobble like teetering plates.

"Noooouuuuu~"

A pleading moan that he ignored, riding her back out into the landing. She put a fist to her mouth trying to silence her cries. Her huge milktanks dragged along the carpet. He was taking her towards her son's room.

"Mom? Are you both up there?"

Kamran's voice questioned from below. A few steps up the stairs and he would see his mother being treated like a buttslut by a child younger than himself.

"Yeah we are."

Todd answered first, dripping his words in a mocking tone towards Kamran while his cock was hilted up his mother's ass.

"Y-yes. Me and Todd are just… he is helping me clean."

"Should I help?"

She heard a single step on the staircase.

"No! Sweetness! No, you rest now, it must have been a long day at school."

With a sigh of release she heard him back off.

SLAP!

Todd didn't waste time making her crawl forward again until they were both in Kamran's room. Inside was a typical teenager décor, with morally approved posters and a study desk with laptop. Todd drove her to her son's bed, but not before stopping her so he could plap her curves at maximum speed right in the middle of her child's bedroom.

PLAP, SLAP, THWUCK, PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP

"AUUUUOOOOOOOOOUGH!"

Tahira was prostrate, bowing in a prayer position as her hyperactive White bull got himself off with her asshole as a fuck sleeve. She was shaking her head as her orgasm built just as quickly.

"What's the matter slut? Gonna squirt like a bitch right on the carpet?"

"Nooo, never, neveerrrraaauuuUGHHHHHH CUMMMIIINNNGGG~"

She protested right up the point of her pussy clenching hard and jetwashing the floor with her orgasm. Todd closed his eyes to fully enjoy the feeling of unleashing his next load into her tightly spasming guts, burying her ass in a directly-piped cream filling. As he pulled his cock free, she was left there, tits pressed into the ground and the mess of her hole burbling cum.

Todd took a tour of the room while she was recovering, his swinging dick knocking over ornaments and wiping his cock clean on his bed sheets. He sat on the mattress and something sticking out of the corner between it and the bed-frame caught his eye.

"Hehe, looks like your son isn't such a good Muslim boy. I bet he loved those pictures I sent too."

Tahira looked over to see Todd displaying a number of magazines, splayed out like a hand of cards. 'Hijabi MILFs', 'Treasures of the Desert', 'Caramel Mommies'. Pornographic filth, all focussed on Middle-eastern women, many of them Tahira's age.

"That can't be true."

"Oh yeah, he's been jerking it nasty for while based on how crinkly these pages are."

He laughed, shaking the magazines about. Tossing them behind him, he leant back and splayed out his asshole to her.

"I wanna cum in you again. Slurp my hole until I get hard bitch."

Tahira's stomach rumbled, betraying her before she could even deny her desire. His pink balloon knot winked at her. Of all the repressed pleasures Todd had showed her at the studio, none had weighed on her morality as much as when she had rimmed this unruly child. She went in to kiss it wordlessly, the mere appearance of his bung enough to flare up her masochistic desires again.

"Nu-Gaaah~ Mwwwwhhhwaarh~"

She made out with his puckering shitpipe, greeting it like a lover with her tongue plunging inside for the taste of his insides. Childish sweat and the essence of something she dare not name, earthy, reprehensible and totally orgasmic to her mind.

Todd's anus impelled her. The foundationthat dusted her skin like spice was now used to make a vulgar shroud of her face in a ten-year-old's buttcrack, with the focal point being the flawless lipstick mark right over his twitching asshole. The room filled with the nastiest, slimiest make-out noises that would be totally inappropriate if they were between a Muslim woman and her own husband. But the sheer dignity loss incurred when they were between a Muslima and her underaged White master? Incalculable.

Her efforts were rewarded as his cock rose like a victory flag over the sanctity of her marriage. A bruiser of girthy meat, a footlong of wife-disgracing, cuntcrusher cock. She broke off the rimming with a face as depraved as it was spit-strewn and readied her body for his mating.

Tahira laid back in the same bed she had tucked her son into countless tines when he was younger. The bed she still made to this day when he left in the morning. Another boy was occupying it right now, and she was about to give this invader her raw pussy.

"Put it in."

"Put it inWhat?"

"Nggh-hhng,Master!"

His prick laid into her dark folds, splitting her like a bronze rose folding inwards, swallowing the marble pillar of his cock. Todd rested on her, sinking deep into the valley of her chest which could envelop his body whole. His face motorboated the depths of her cleavage while his hands rose out like shark fins, hunting her nipples and grabbing both roughly. Big, puffy, puddings for teats which he could pinch and squeeze to his bratty whim.

"AAAiiiyyyggnnggaaahhHHH~"

She moaned, gripping the edge of the bed as his cock sank deeper. Her pussy welcomed it like an old friend, the bliss of being stretched out again after their last meeting now a core part of her being. She didn't think she could ever go back to not knowing what this felt like. His granite-hard cockhead mashed her cervix and her back arched, motherly, mature form heaving to the ceiling as a boy less than a third her ages used her rich body like a themepark.

"AUUUUUGGHHHH OOOOoooOOOOoOOOOOoooo~ YESSS YESSSSSS."

She screamed out as Todd lanced her G-spot sadistically, battering it around then grinding it across the whole length of his shaft with piledriver thrusts. He pressed her into the bed, his cock planting his flag again and again into fertile Muslima soil. Tahira's eyes were cast so high up she was staring into the face of Allah, her vision warping until it became the mocking face of the pre-teen twerp who owned her holes.

"AWWWWW YEAH, GONNA FUCKINGCUM!"

"NYYYYYYUUUUU-GAAUUURGHHHHHHHHHHH~CUMMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG"

Twwwuuubbbbbthhhhhh~ Thhhuurrrmmpppppfff~

Wrenching her nipples like dials, Todd hilted his erupting cock deep inside, making sure every spurt of his cock went directly to the core of her womb, flooding her cervix and backing his load right up to her ovaries, so intent he was about claiming every square inch with his own baby batter. After all, he knew if there were any consequences from their coupling, he wouldn't be paying for any of them.

Tahira's pussy milked his cock like a vice, overlapping orgasms until it was a fluttering stroke over his cock while the pleasure coursed through her constantly. Somewhere in the storm of cumming, she accepted herself as a fallen woman, cracks forming in her identity with only a devotion to hung White brat cock to be found underneath the facade. As her shouting heaved her breasts to a full body climax, Tahira collapsed back onto the bed, a sweaty blissed-out mess, dizzy from the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Todd looked down in satisfaction, standing over Tahira's wracked body, covered in his cum and oozing from every hole. She burbled blissfully, nestled in her son's single bed. Todd casually picked up his softening length and like it was the most natural thing in the world began to hose down her body in his piss.

PPPPiiiisssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh~

He chased away wads of sperm off from her curves, saturating her hair and directing the stream into her mouth so she could sup at it on pure instinct. She wallowed in his hot, bitter, waste and it soaked into the covers and mattress turning the material dark. He pissed for a solid minute, his own calling card, a signature on how much he respected this family, their lifestyle and their beliefs. How grateful he was at getting to use Tahria as a cumdump only equated to giving her the 'honour' of being his urinal afterwards. Bladder empty, he zipped himself up, Tahira writhing and huffing in her mess; dense sperm floating in puddles of acrid piss surrounding her.

Todd didn't wait long after finishing up before opening up a window and sliding down a water pipe to get back to ground level. He winked at one of the neighbours who spotted him climbing away from her own balcony and then he was off, collecting a stashed skateboard from the side of the house and rolling away.

Back at his studio apartment he tapped at his phone, connecting into the audio bugs he had planted in every room during his visit to Tahira's home. He wondered just how she would untangle herself from the mess he had left her in.

"There was piss all over it!"

"There's no shame in wetting the bed Sweetness."

"Hrmph!"

"I didn't do it, I found it like that. I don'tpiss in my sleep! I'M FOURTEEN!"

"Language young man! And stop trying to change the subject anyway. I found those magazines of yours…"

Todd leant back in his chair listening to the family argue, Tahira lying at every turn to cover up her immorality. The brat had just found his new favourite playthings.