Salma's Sacrifice to Hindů Supremacy - Part 3
Part of "The Bindaaspur Chronicles - a Mazhabi Erotica Series"
This is a sequel to Salma's Sacrifice to Hindů Supremacy - Part 2
Disclaimer: BE WARNED - this is an interfaith sex story that might just have something to offend anyone and everyone.
If you are offended, keep two things in mind:
First, none of this is real. These are all fictitious characters and situations. Nobody is actually getting hurt or degraded.
Secondly, it's meant to entertain so lighten up.
This is an extreme hardcore, rough-sex erotica. This story involves sexual domination, humiliation and degradation of women (and men) of a particular religion. Do not read this story if such theme makes you uncomfortable.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN PERIL.
DAY 6: SALMA'S REUNION WITH HUBBY
Sitting in his car, Amjaad was waiting in the parking space of the Hindů Bulls Club. Part of the club was closed for a meeting sponsored by Hindů Shakti Aandolan.
Amjaad had gotten the great news the night before. Salma was ready to return home. He got the text from Zara who told him he could pick her up after the HSA meeting was over. He could go inside if he wanted, but he had to wait until the "important" meeting was concluded. Amjaad, however, missed his biwi dearly and was very curious what had become of her. He exited his car and navigated through the few number of cars in the parking space.
He stepped inside the lounge. It was nearly empty save a bartender and a security guard. Amjaad walked to the bar and said he was here to meet his wife in a meeting.
“Is your biwi Můslim?” the bartender asked.
“Haan! My Salma is a devoted Můslim wife!” Amjaad replied proudly.
The bartender chuckled. He pointed to the guard and the door next to him. The security guard opened the door for him and let him inside the private area.
The private side of the lounge looked strangely quiet and well lit. A place normally exciting at night was silent. A circle of folding chairs were in the middle of the dance floor.
There were a number of fair-skinned, gossiping women. They ranged from 20s to their 40's and all looked like they were musalman aurats. He didn't notice at first, but Salma came running to him.
She looked so cute and humble although she wore flip-flops, leggings, and a tight white shirt that read "I WANT Hindů POWER". She kissed him that seemed forever and smiled at him.
"How are you, jaan? I missed you! I'm so happy you came inside!" she said.
Amjaad was speechless.
"Listen, I'll tell you everything but I have to finish our discussion." explained Salma, "We're having trouble getting across certain subjects with that stuck up bitch over there ... Mariam Nawaaz."
Amjaad looked over to a woman, sitting alone in her chair. She was in her middle thirties, wearing a conservative dress more suited for religious ceremonies. She looked attractive, but wore little or no make up. Mariam looked a lovely woman but shy and withdrawn. Mariam may have sported a nice body no one could tell.
Salma whispered into Amjaad's ear for not to let anyone hear, "Mariam is a mosque-going, religious married woman… who has a habit of fucking other men. Friday night is when she turns into a raand. I've convinced her to come to this Hindů Shakti Aandolan meeting to make her feel this is normal and accepted behavior. But with Hindů mards." Salma winked at Amjaad.
At Salma's request, Amjaad took a seat where he could be alone and separate from the sensitive discussions. While sitting alone, he marveled how Salma led the group. She had become a more important member of the HSA since she saw her last.
Then Amjaad saw "her" and his heart raced.
There was Zara Ansari. She was the last to rejoin the circle. Facing him, she noticed Amjaad, smiled and waved. Amjaad naturally waved back. A natural gesture to a pretty girl. A sexy woman. His eyes followed Zara's every move. Including when Zara was texting her phone. Every single finger gesture was noticed and admired.
A buzz vibrated Amjaad's pants. It was his Whatsapp and he took a look at the text message.
"I know ur looking @ me, naughty cucky boy!"
Amjaad looked up at Zara who waved her fingers at him. Amjaad blushed. He smiled like a little boy who got his hands caught in the biscuit jar. He wondered how deep those pretty fingers went into Salma's choot. Amjaad cursed himself. He shouldn't have these thoughts.
The all-female discussion got a little heated and frustrated. Mariam appeared on the defensive. She waved her hands and said loudly, "I just don't understand this ..."
The other women changed their tone and reconciled with her. Amjaad could only make out phrases, "it's natural", "cheating", "need sex", "Hindů shakti", "fighting sectarianism" and finally, "your obligation to yourself and the Sanskari mards".
Zara was strangely quiet. But she then stood and leaned into Mariam. She appeared to scold her before giving her a tender kiss on the lips. She gave a second tender kiss and returned to her seat. Mariam cleared her throat and confessed to the circle, "I need ... lund!"
The women applauded. They went to their feet and went to Mariam to stand her up from her chair. Mariam nodded to them and the ladies undressed her. Stepping out of the dress she was left with black bra and panties.
Zara stood and gestured to the far side of the room. To who, Amjaad couldn't tell as he was sitting in a booth with short walls to each side.
Several dark-skinned men entered the lounge. They were dressed in ordinary clothes, many wearing tilaka on their forehead, and saffron colored t-shirts. Two had taken Mariam's hands and walked her to the double doors where she disappeared through.
Many women took a hand of a Hindů stud and either disappeared into a booth and closing the curtains behind them or following Mariam to the back room. In the scramble of men and women, Amjaad lost track of Salma. But she would soon come, holding the hand of a Sanskari bull who was anxiously following her into his booth. Salma was giggly as she led her Hindů stud in. Salma closed the curtain behind her and turned to Amjaad.
"Um, this is my showhar. He's very broad-minded and progressive." Salma explained as she pulled off her "I WANT Hindů POWER" t-shirt. "Jaan, this is Utkarsh Pandit. He's a carpenter by profession, and now my new Hindů maalik. I promised he could fuck my musalmani choot anytime he wanted… and Utkarsh wants to fuck my shaadeeshuda choot in front of my hubby, are you okay with it, jaanu?"
Utkarsh was a dark-skinned man in his late 20's, bald and kinda ugly looking. He obviously didn't care two licks Salma’s musalman husband Amjaad was in the booth and was busy pulling out his large, monstrous uncircumcised lund out from his dhoti. Salma had pulled herself out of her leggings and sat on the booth.
Utkarsh stood forward and let Amjaad's biwi give him a blow job.
Salma looked over at Amjaad then plopped her lips off, "See, my shouhar doesn't mind."
Utkarsh didn't take his eyes of Salma and ordered, "Suck my kattar Hindů lund, saali mulli kuttiya."
Salma's eyes were only for Utkarsh. She licked his balls and spat on his lund. She gave it quick lashes with her tongue and fisted his shaft up and down. Salma treated herself with several smacks of that thick dark uncut lund against her pale face. Utkarsh put his hand on Salma's head and began thrusting his hips. Salma gagged and bucked. The cuckold husband did not protest. He simply scooted to the far end of the booth giving the alpha male room. Utkarsh bucked and told Salma, "I fuck your mouth, mulli raand! I fuck your mazhab."
Salma eyes opened and glared straight ahead. Showing no emotion, she let her Sanskari master use her pakeezah mouth and debase her.
"I use your mouth for my pleasure. Yes, I use you." Utkarsh told her. The confident Hindů stud was enjoying getting everything from this married musalman aurat in front of her husband. His giant, heavy aandeys demonstrated his manhood. He forced Salma lick them. She about lost her face digging her nose into his heavy testicles. Despite being a semi-educated, poor working-class Hindů mard, he displayed dominance and claimed a higher social status over well-educated, wealthy Amjaad. After all, that Hindů maaderchode was fucking his musalmani biwi.
Salma leaned back into the booth and raised her legs. Opening them, she looked over to her husband. "Look! Look what this Hindů kutta is going to do to me." she said. The dutiful cuckold looked.
Utkarsh took his large, dark, stiff and uncircumcised manhood and aimed it at Salma's bald and puffy safed choot. He got a good look at her swollen chunni… and her new tattoo…
A black trishool!
Amjaad swallowed hard. His heart dropped to his stomach. His wife wasn't just having sex with Hindů bulls occasionally. She had practically dedicated her life to them. To kattar Hindů lunds.
Salma yelped as Utkarsh filled her womb with his Sanskari manhood. She felt every pulsating vein. He pushed deep, filling her ... using her. She was a sex toy to use, abuse, and push aside. But she was the most important person in his life this moment. That made the moment beautiful. "Oh fuck me, Utkarsh!" said Salma, "I love your kattar Hindů lund!"
Utkarsh grunted at Salma, "Very good married fuddi! Musalmani kuttiya! Your shouhar sits and watches while I fuck you with my kattar Hindů lund. All Můslim girls in this town are whores!" Utkarsh told her.
Salma smiled and went into her first orgasm. She wanted to tell Utkarsh how the majhabi women in Bindaaspuri Můslim community will give him the choot he needs. Their husbands would stay quiet. Utkarsh is a sex god here. But all Salma could muster out of her mouth was, "Fuck me and my mazhab!"
Utkarsh was excited and fucked his musalmani chinaal hard. He pummeled his fat uncut lund deep. He grabbed a safedi mammey and squeezed them.
Salma looked at her husband and screeched, "Look at me, jaan! Look at what I have become…. a gandee chinaal… for Hindů lunds only! Look at this Hindů dog fucking your momina biwi! This Sanskari chutiya owns me. Owns my halaal choot! This is Hindů shakti!"
Utkarsh leaned in and kissed her. In the heated passion, he pushed his tongue inside her mouth, fucking her there too. "I love your musalmani choot, my chinaal." he told her.
Salma whispered to Utkarsh, "I love you."
Utkarsh lifted his gaand and dropped them. He penetrated Salma’s married fuddi as deep as he could go. Then, frustrated at his inability to cum, Utkarsh removed his lund and made Salma put it into her mouth.
She readily gave him a sloppy blow job as she tasted her own choot.
Salma then spun on her knees and bent over on the booth for Utkarsh. Utkarsh got a good look at her safedi tight gaand and smiled. He needed this every day. Two or three times a day, he figured. He penetrated Salma like he penetrated the prostitutes from his community. Salma’s fair-skinned, lithe gori body was built for sex with dark-skinned Hindů studs.
The wife looked at her husband again, "Get used to this, jaan. I'm fucking low-class Hindů lunds… every day!"
"Fuck you and your high-society mleccha samaaj!" Utkarsh roared. His love/hatred for the Můslim upper-class made him come close to cumming.
Salma reached out and grabbed her husband's crotch. She felt the stiffness there. In a determined tone of voice, almost hateful, she said aloud while staring directly into Amjaad's eyes, "Fuck our high-society mleccha samaaj!"
Utkarsh's body stiffened before a jet of cum dumped inside Salma. It poured inside her and he filled her with enough potent veerya to father half a dozen Hindů babies. Salma orgasmed with him and dropped her head panting.
He lifted and pulled his lund out of her and exhaled deeply. The Sanskari lust was sated if only for short moments. Utkarsh rubbed Salma's gaand and fingered her choot admiring the sticky mess he left behind. "Acchi mulli chinaal. Acchi mulli chinaal." he muttered before grabbing his clothes and stumbled out through the curtains.
Salma crawled up into Amjaad's lap and kissed him. The taste and smell of Sanskari lund and veerya did not elude him. Cum dripped onto Amjaad's pant leg. So thick, he could feel the potent veerya soak through the fabric onto his skin.
Salma, in a daze, began to tell Amjaad how much she learned in the past few days. She started to tell what happened after he stepped out of the hotel room. Salma explained how Zara joined them in the shower and they had a threesome into the night. Zara introduced her to bisexuality and learned how to eat choot. She was taken to a nice hotel in the city where Shankar fucked her day and night and introduced her to other Hindů men and experienced threesomes with two bulls.
Amjaad sat and listened to stories how she whored for Shankar. It was first purley for fun, but she became fascinated with the role play. She enjoyed how Hindů mards were ogling her fair-skinned body with money in their hands. When Salma started showing stubble for her pussy hair, Shankar took her to a place to remove her jhaat permanently. She would have a shaved fuddi for life.. Kattar Sanskari men liked to fuck bald musalmani choot.
They both celebrated the moment with a tattoo. That's when Salma talked about the black trishul over her choot. The trishula tattoo made her feel close to the Hindů community, and showed everyone she was fighting for communal harmony. The three prongs of the trisula tattoo pointed towards the entrance of her cunt, which signaled to everyone that this married, pakeezah fuddi was the exclusive property of Hindů mards and any uncircumcised Sanskari lund can claim and fuck this shaadishuda halal choot.
Her new Sanskari trishul tattoo came hours before Shankar dropped her off at the Hindů yateemkhaana and left her behind to be gang-banged by teenaged Hindů orphans. The yateem Hindů boys went crazy like hungry tigers as soon as they tasted the fresh musalmani aurat flesh. It was so much boy lund Salma wasn't sure she could handle them all. But Zara kept good watch over her and made sure she was safe, and had her stay and sleep alone in an unoccupied room at the hotel rented by the HSA for Můslim aurats like her.
When Zara thought her induction program into Hindů Shakti Andolaan was complete, she told her it was time to return home and continue her cuckolding lifestyle.
"So, do you think we can make this marriage work. Under new rules?" she asked him.
Amjaad could only nod.
"Good. The only thing more important than our nikah is kattar Hindů lund. I want to enforce communal shaanti, EVERY SINGLE DAY!"
Amjaad had to nod again. They kissed again.
She brushed his hair, "My sweet cucky showhar. Knowing his biwi is a Sanskari chinaal…"