My Secret Diary: Entry 3 - Online Fetish

This is the story of how I became a hijabi internet slut. My family are strict muslims and all the women in most of my family wear hijab. I wear hijab and abaya or just hijab and a long dress or a cardigan and pants. I have been wearing this since turning 15. I am not the best looking girl around in High School and boys never took much interest in me even before I completely covered up.

At the time of this I was 18 and I had only been with couple of men at this point and they were all secret relationships that I had at university. I went to UBC. My parents wanted me to marry a "good muslim" from Bangladesh but I didn't want to marry a Bangladeshi guy at the time or a Muslim. I was a undercover slut at the time even though I wore the hijab and dressed up modestly. I was addicted to porn and masturbation. I used to go on Omegle and Reddit and talk to strangers and cum to fulfill my fantasy. I was a frustrated horny muslim girl and I just want to be with a real man who will fuck my pussy all day and night.

At the time I was doing a part time job. Even though we worked in an open plan office, my desk was at the back and angled away from all the other computers so no one else could see what was on the screen. I spent most of my day looking at pictures of cocks of stuff guys had sent to me on Reddit. I preferred uncircumsized white cocks for the most part, but I didn't mind brown and black cocks either. I just had a facination with white cocks. They just seemed to look bigger and I loved the red head on them. It looked almost like they were angry and ready to abuse my pussy. As I was self discovering one that I learned quickly was that I loved big cocks and I was a size queen.

I was on a few dating sites as well but I was too shy to meet anyone. It was so hard to find someone to take an interest in me. I am 4' 11" and was a true shawtie. As you are all wondering my tits are 36dd. My ass is also big and round, even though it doesn't show that big when I wear the abaya. Being a short girl and this has always made me insecure. Anyways, as I was exploring I found a fetish site called RepressedGoneWild on Reddit where men were interested in hijabi girls and this gave me more confidence in my desirability.

The site was mainly men posting about how they wanted to cum all over hijabis and niqabis on the pictures hijabis posted. The stories were so hot and I found myself visiting the site daily. I would read and re-read the stories during the day. Especially on quiet days like today. Men would put up adverts hoping to hook up with hijabi girls as well on Reddit. I would so desperately want to reply to the adverts but I could not bring myself to do it. There were so many times I had tried to messege but never got around to actually sending them a messege.

I had a few minutes after clearing my morning workload. I decided to check in to the hijabi fetish website. I was reading a few stories and then saw a new posting for some guy looking to hook up with hijabi girls in Vancouver. He was calling himself AmericanWhiteCrusader. I was living in Vancouver at the time, and I bit my lip at the thought of hooking up with him. I typed a message but without sending I closed the website. I had to go into a meeting in the afternoon and that seemed to take up most of the day.

I had totally forgotten about the messege until I got into bed at 10pm. I decided to have another look at the post on reddit on my Ipad. I checked out his profile but there were no pictures. He had posted some stories. The stories were all about niqabis and hijabis. He seemed to enjoy big tits and big asses on muslim girls. I seemed to fit his ideal girl but I was still self conscious.

I was reading a story about a hijabi teacher fucking her student. The story was so hot. It was getting my pussy so wet. I was rubbing my pussy through my thong. But I was interrupted as my mom was walking past my room and I did not want to be caught masturbating. I bit my lip in frustration. The story had got me so worked up. I needed to cum. I decided to hold off until tomorrow night. My family was very strict and I always feared being caught.

I could not help myself I was reading more and more of his stories. They were all about big titted hijabis baring all for a white master. He seemed to want his own muslim slut slave. The idea should have repulsed me but I was literally on edge from just the thought of being owned by a white master. I needed to cum so desperately. I was hoping to get a few minutes to myself tonight so I could ravish my cunt with my dildo.

As I got home I spent the usual family time for a few hours. I hated this forced family time after work. All I could think about was how I needed to get to bed to fuck my cunt senseless. I had not been this horny in a long time. This man's stories had taken my horniness to another level.

It was finally time to go to bed. As soon as I got into my bedroom I locked the door and pulled out my vibrator. I hid my vibrator under my mattress. I did not want to risk anyone ever finding it. My family would kill me if they knew what a horny cunt I was for white cock.

I fucked my pussy so hard. I had to bite down hard on my lip to stop myself from screaming in ecstasy. It felt so good to finally have that release. I slept so peacefully that night.

The next morning I felt a lot brighter and more alert. The orgasm had done me a power of good.

It was 11.00am at work and the day had been slow. I started daydreaming about being a sexual slave to this white master. The idea immediately made my thong wet. Underneath my conservative clothes I only ever wore slutty underwear. I would only wear thongs. I never wore normal boring panties. And i wore either half cup or even 1/4 cup bras. The 1/4 cup bra was just there to hold my tits up. They did nothing to actually cover them. I was a horny slut but it was my little secret. All the men in my office would be shocked at the thought of me being such a slut. They all thought I was a pious muslim girl. I was interrupted from my horny daydream by an email. My manager had sent me an email about a meeting this afternoon about the recent developments in the IT department.

My manager is Robert. He interviewed me and hired me. A lot of places do not usually hire girls in hijabi or niqab but he seemed to be understanding. Over the years I had got to know him well. He was always nice to me and one of the few men in the office I could talk to. He even provided the muslims with a prayer room. Even though I was the only muslim in the office. He was not the best looking guy. He had a beer gut but that can be expected for someone at 40. His hair was thinning and he had a big nose.

I liked him because he was always professional and he had a commanding presence. I found his commanding tone a bit sexy but I could never tell him that.

He went through the developments in the IT department. He also mentioned that they would start monitoring internet usage of all employees. My heart sank. I had been visiting porn sites for the past 2 years. If he found out I would be fired.

He said, "I need someone I can trust to check what sites people have been visiting. The only person I can trust is you".

I had a real sense of relief at hearing this. I would have to stop using the internet at work for porn. The only problem with this was that it was so hard to find privacy at home to watch porn. It was always comforting to know he trusted me.

As I was driving home the idea of being a sex slave to a white master kept returning to me. It made me so horny and I needed to explore more. I decided I would message AmericanWhiteCrusader tonight. I needed to explore this side of my sexuality. My nipples were constantly erect at the thought and ached for the touch of a strong dominant man.

I was not sure what to say in my message. I decided to I would tell him I appreciated his stories.

Hi AmericanWhiteCrusader

I enjoyed reading your stories. I like that a strong white man is taking an interest in hijabi/niqabi girls. Most men think we are off limits.

Thank you for the beautiful stories.

HijabiSlut

I was not sure about the use of HijabiSlut as a name but I needed him to reply back and I wanted to show my intentions with my name. I was sick of being a shy prude towards men. It did not take long for a reply.

Hi HijabiSlut

I love your name. I love a hijabi girl that is not fearful of her own sexuality. It should be enjoyed by you and others.

I see that you have been reading my stories. Then you know that I am only interested in one type of hijabi girl. Describe your body.

P.S. Thank you for the compliment.

AmericanWhiteCrusader

He was getting straight to the point. He wanted to know if I had the tits and the ass that met his requirements. But I was worried he would not want me because I was short and chubby.

Hi AmericanWhiteCrusader

I am 4'11" and my breasts are 36dd and my ass is also big.

Most men find me unattractive. I am sorry if I disappointed you. Do you still want me?

HijabSlut

I waited anxiously for his reply. His reply was almost immediate.

Hi HijabiSlut

Yes, of course I want you. You sound like my dream woman.

Most men are idiots. That body sounds perfect. You are what I want.

But I don't want just a girlfriend or a lover or a fuckbuddy. I want to own you. Your body, your sexuality, everything about you. I want you to be mine. If you don't want that then don't reply. I don't want to waste my time.

AmericanWhiteCrusader

His words caused me to almost wet the bed. My pussy was so wet. My thong had no chance against my wet horny pussy. His words caused my pussy to literally drown my thong and bed. My nipples were aching in pink silky bra. I was wearing a pink silk thong.

Hi AmericanWhiteCrusader

I want you to own me. I am yours to command. My number is *************. Please call me and command me.

HijabiSlut

He did not reply to my message and I did not know what happened. I was worried I had put him off. Maybe he was just teasing me and he was never interested in a fat slut like me. I was too on edge to sleep. I needed more from him.

It was about 30 minutes later he sent me a text message.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: You need to earn the right to hear my voice. If you follow my commands like a good slave then you will be rewarded.

I needed this in my life. I needed him. My body had never been this on edge. My pussy was soaking my thong and my nipples were like little stiff erasers. Masturbating to stories was one thing but talking to a real man was something else.

Me: Yes sir. I will do anything you command.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: I will be easy on you to begin but my demands will get tougher. What is your age?

Me: I am 18 sir

It felt right calling him sir.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: How many men have you fucked?

His language was not gentle and that turned me on even more.

Me: I have never fucked a man and no man has ever touched me. But I fuck my vibrator almost daily.

I was feeling horny and had no time for niceties. I wanted to get to the point. I was not a typical virgin.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: How big is your vibrator?

Me: It is 7 inches sir

AmericanWhiteCrusader: My dick is 9 inches and fatter than my wrist. It will stretch your pussy even wider. What holes have you fucked?

That made me gulp. His dick sounded huge. My pussy literally was flushed with fluids. I was so wet. I had never felt anything like it.

Me: Only my mouth and my pussy. I like to suck my dildo to get it wet before I fuck my pussy. I have never touched my ass.

I wanted to be brutally honest with him. I wanted him to know I needed him as my master.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: Your ass will be mine. What is the most sexually daring thing you have ever done?

I loved hearing him talk about owning my body. I wanted him to take my ass. I had to think about this. Masturbating in my room would not be good enough for him. He wanted to know how sexually open I was. I had to be open with him.

Me: One night I was working late at the office and I thought everyone else had left. I was finishing off a project I was working on as it had to be done by the morning. The project was finished and I needed to unwind. I decided to watch some porn. I started watching some interracial porn (I love this) and I masturbating in my abaya with the hijab on at my desk. I was moaning loudly at my desk as I came. The next morning I found out my manager also stayed late but he did not seem to notice.

It felt good to share this with someone. The experience was thrilling. I have never done anything so thrilling in my life and the idea that Robert could have caught me at any second turned me on even more. I often fantasized about being caught by Robert and I would often masturbate to the potential scenarios.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: Good girl. You have pleased me so far. What are you wearing right now?

Me: I am wearing a pink thong and a pink bra. They are both silk. The bra is a full cup. I normally wear half cup or 1/4 cup.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: Thank you for being so honest with me. Send me a picture of your bra and thong. I prefer lace.

This was the first time I hesitated. I was getting confident talking about sex but I feared showing my body as it might turn him off. But he wanted a slave and I wanted to be his slave. I should do anything to please him.

I took a picture of me lying in bed with my bra and thong on display for my master. I quickly sent it to him with the message "I will only wear lace thongs and bras for you". My thong was soaked through and my nipples were visible through my bra. I was practically naked for my master.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: You are pleasing me. Don't hesitate next time. Are those wet thong and erect nipples for me? You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

My face went red. I was so happy that he was pleased with my body.

Me: My thong is soaked for you master. My pussy juice has leaked all the way down to my ass and is covering the whole bed. I have never been so turned on in my life. I need to cum so desparately sir.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: Here is your reward. You may now cum.

I opened the picture and it was the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was so huge. I pushed my fingers deep into my cunt and I immediately came and could not contain my moans. I hoped everyone was asleep.

The next morning I woke up happier than ever before. I had found a real man in my life.

I saw a text from AmericanWhiteCrusader first thing in the morning.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: You were amazing last night. I want you to wear a blue lace thong and a blue half cup lace bra. I want you to wear a blue niqab, hijab and jilbab. Send me a picture of your thong and bra and then your full outfit.

It was so sexy that he was taking control of what I wore. It was like he knew what clothes I had so he could choose for me. It was turning me on and my day had not even started yet. Secretly I was even more turned on because I wore blue the night I masturbated at the office.

I sent him the pictures. and tried to pose as sexy as I could.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: I want to see that big fat juicy ass in the thong.

His words always turned me on. He knew what he wanted and he was not afraid to ask for it. The only problem was my ass was often so big that it would just swallow the thong and you could just seem my two fat ass cheeks. I sent my master the picture as he wanted.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: You have the most amazing ass I have ever seen. So fucking hot.

Me: Thank you sir

He was turning me on so much and my day had not even started.

The day started as normal. I was just going through the employees internet habits. And I found a few to flag up for Robert. I had scheduled a meeting for 10.30am with Robert to discuss what I had found.

I went to see Robert at his office. He had a big corner office that was secluded and he had some privacy. I flagged up 3 employees that had been visiting porn on a regular basis. I could not really judge but this was now my job. There were a few others who seemed to be on the internet more than working and I also flagged this up.

He was impressed with my work. As I was leaving the office he said, "I like what you are wearing today. You look really good". I was really flattered by his compliment. I thanked him, "thank you sir". He was used to seeing women dress in islamic clothing as he had worked in Saudi Arabia in his last job. But his words made me blush. He had never complimented me before. I went back to my desk with a smile. Not that anyone could see through my Abaya.

As I got back to my desk, my phone vibrated with a message.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: Put your thong in an envelope and post it to **************

He provided a postal box to send my thong to. He was really pushing my boundaries and I was getting so turned on by it. I simply replied back.

Me: Yes sir.

The day went on as normal without any significant events. Towards the end of the day I went to the bathroom to take off my thong and I put it in my bag.

I went back to my desk and carried on with my work. I waited till everyone left and put my thong in the envelope and scrolled down the address before putting it with rest of the post.

That night I messaged him again.

Me: I have sent the thong. My pussy has been wet all day so it might not be that clean.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: I want to smell your pussy juice and your ass on the thong. I want to lick it as though I am there with you. My head buried between your ass cheeks licking that tight untouched asshole.

Oh god. He was turning me on so much. His filthy words. Those nasty words were making my pussy so wet.

Me: I wish you were here now master. I need your big cock.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: Did you put any other underwear on since taking off the thong?

Me: No sir. I am waiting for your order.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: You are not allowed to wear anything until I return your underwear. Give me your full name and where you work. Can you receive parcels at work?

I knew I should not be doing this. I just felt like I could trust him and I needed him more than ever.

Me: Yes sir. My name is Azlina Islam and I work at **********. What is your name sir?

AmericanWhiteCrusader: You can call me Master. I will give you my name when you earn it.

I was disappointed but I would do anything to earn his name.

Me: Yes sir.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: Tomorrow I will send a present for you ;)

Me: Goodnight sir

The next morning I received a message telling me to wear the same blue outfit and bra.

The work day was going normal. I went for my lunch at 12pm. Upon returning I saw a small brown package on my desk. It did not have an address on it. It was just on my desk.

I feared opening it at my desk. Luckily no one was around. I quickly opened the packaging and inside was my blue thong. I quickly put it into my bag qithout checking it. There was also another gift. It was a vibrator but there was no on or off switch on the vibrator. I also quickly put that into my bag. My phone vibrated all of a sudden shocking me out of my dazed state. It was a message from my master.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: Go into the toilets and put on the thong. I have also sent you a vibrator. You will need that tomorrow.

Me: How did you get it back so fast?

NYCruaader: All will be revealed soon enough. Send me a picture of your thong after you put it on.

I went to the toilets. I was a bit rushed as I was too excited. The whole experience was turning me on so much. My pussy was leaking and it was dripping down my leg. As i sat down on the toilet seat I began to inspect my thong. There was a big wet patch on my crotch area. It seemed to be fresh. It looked white. I lifted my abaya before sliding it on and took a quick picture.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: Good girl. Do you feel that wet patch on your crotch? That is my cum. Rub it into your cunt and masturbate in the toilets for me.

He was really pushing my boundaries. I was turned on. As my body realized I had a man's cum rubbing against my pussy it just went to overdrive. I could not control myself.

I dropped myself back on the seat and immediately pushed my thong into my cunt with two fingers. I fucked myself furiously and tried to stifle my moans.

Luckily no one was in the toilets. I felt like such a slut. I was a slut. I was his slut. My masters slut. He owned me.

I came into my cum soaked panties. I had such a powerful orgasm. Before I could recover from my orgasm he sent me another message.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: Now send me a picture of my cum and your cunt juice on that thong.

It was like he knew I had just finished masturbating. I sent him a picture immediately.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: That is beautiful. Soon my cum will be in your cunt mixing with your juices.

Before I got into bed that night I got a call from Robert. He said there was an emergency with one of our client's servers. He needed me in the office because he needed someone he could depend on. I loved that he put so much trust in me. He asked I come in tomorrow morning at 9am as the issues needed to be resolved before Monday. Robert was so great to me that I could never say no to him. I had applied for so many jobs and been turned down numerous times before Robert hired me. I owed him a debt I could never repay. I agreed to come in on the weekend.

I had to let my master know I would be back in work this weekend.

Me: I am really sorry but I will be in work tomorrow. Some kind of emergency.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: Only on one condition. You wear the vibrator all day tomorrow.

Me: Yes sir. But I do not know how to switch it on.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: I have the remote. I will control your orgasms tomorrow.

Oh my god. He was taking over total control of my body and my orgasms. I was so turned by this. I needed this so bad. I was desperate for this.

On the saturday morning he sent me a message.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: Wear a black lacy bra and thong. Wear your 1/4 cup bra. Wear your abaya and hijab.

I was worried my bra and thong would be visible through my white clothes. I was too far in to start refusing my master now. I had to submit to his pleasure no matter the potential humiliation.

I slid in the vibrator and put on my clothes. I sent pictures to my master as always.

I got into work and it was just me and Robert. He explained the issues and we both worked in his office. He was sat behind his desk and I was sat on the opposite side of the desk.

As I was working he commented, "you look stunning today. I love that outfit and everything you have with it."

I started to blush again. He was staring intently at my breasts. He must have been talking about my bra. I was about to speak when all of a sudden vibrator came to life and all I could say was "ohhhhh mmmm". He must have thought I was a slut. Moaning at any little compliment. His brazen looks were turning me on but the damn vibrator was gonna play havoc with me today.

The vibrator stopped all of a sudden and Robert came around the desk. He asked "are you all right Azlina?" I managed to regain my composure, "sorry, I am fine. That was nice of you to say. I know I am not most attractive girl to look at". He went back around to his desk, "to me you are the most beautiful girl a man can hope to find. Beauty and brains". I was not sure, "but you have never really seen me". He was quick to respond "I have seen more than you think".

It was almost as if he knew something he wasn't telling me. I continued with the work and we were making a lot of progress. I liked when it was just me and Robert. My vibrator set off on a gentle hum. This was a nice pleasurable feeling. My only fear was that Robert might hear it as we were both in his office separated by his desk. He did not make it obvious that he noticed anything. At 3pm Robert said he had to leave early and asked if I could finish off getting the servers back on track. I promised not to let him down.

As Robert left I got a message from my master.

AmericanWhiteCrusader: Go to the prayer room and pray. Do not stop praying no matter what happens. If you stop or resist then this is over. I will reveal myself to you today.

I was so excited to finally see my master. My pussy was getting so wet. Not just from the vibrations but the thought of being fucked a real man. I was apprehensive about the mention of not resisting but the hum of the vibrator had my pussy worked up all day. I had no choice but to do as commanded.

I went to the prayer room and started praying on the prayer rug. This was often my private room when I needed a break from the office. I face away from the door as I pray so I could not see anybody entering the room.

As I commenced my prayer I heard the door open behind me. I could feel the presence of a man. I knew he was taking in my body. I had no choice but to continue praying. I said "allah u akbar" as I bent down at the waist and i knew I was presenting my ass to my master. I could feel my vibrator increase in intensity as I was bent at the waist. He did not move and just continued to watch. I started to maon at the pleasure from the vibrator. I went down to my knees and i knew this would present and even better view of my ass. The vibrator seemed to be on full power now as I was on my knees. I opened my mouth to say allah u akbar but all that came out was "allloooooòhhhhhhhhhhhh". I was too horny.

I could hear his breathing get heavier. I knew he was getting turned on. I raised myself back up and continued to pray. The vibrations all of a sudden stopped.

I could hear his footsteps as he approached. He had removed his shoes and I could hear him kick them to the side. I could hear his trousers fall to the floor, his belt made a heavy sound. He was stripping as he approached me. But he had told me to continue praying no matter what happened and to not resist. That is all I was focused on. I would not resist anything. I needed his big fat cock inside me.

I could hear his big cock slap against his thigh as he walked up to me. This was turning me on so much. The anticipation of that big monster cock inside my tight pussy while I was praying. I was leaking from my cunt like an overflowing river I had never been this turned on in my life.

He came up behind and I felt his cock rub up against my ass. I pushed my ass back into his cock trying to get more but he moved back. He wanted to keep me hungry for that cock.

I was such a desperate slut I was praying to Allah but all I really wanted was white cock. I was praying for that big fat white cock.

He bent down and lifted my jilbab up from the bottom over my head. I did not resist. I was a slave to that white cock.

This left in just my soaked thong and 1/4 cup bra. My tits were too big for the bra and they were completely exposed and overflowing. The bra was just holding my big tits up. It provided no coverage. My large nipples were exposed.The bra was not needed. I felt my masters hands reach around my body and grope my tits. He massaged them aggressively and pinched my nipples hard. I needed this so bad. I moaned like a wanton horny slut "ohhhhhhhhhhh. Hmmmmmmm. Pleeeeaaaasssssseeeee hhhhaaaaaarrrrr dddddeeeerrrrrr. Squeeeeeze my tiiitts haaarderrrrr. I neeeeeedddd it soooooo baaaaaadddddddd".

That seemed to make him ever more aggressive and he started digging his nails into my tits as he squeezed. He roughly pinched my nipples and squeezing my tits hard. It felt so good. I pushed my ass back in to his cock. I needed his cock so bad. I needed to cum so bad.

He released my tits and just stepped back. He was keeping me on edge. He was keeping me close to my orgasm. He was in total control of my body. I remembered what be said about continuing to pray. I bent down at waist and he immediately slapped my fat ass. I screamed "alllllaaaaaaahhhhhh uuuuuuuuu aaaakkkkbaaaaarrrrrrr. Pleaaaasseeeeeee dooooonnnnnnnntttttttt stopppppppp. I nnneeeeeeeeedddddd itttttt haaaardddeeerrŕrr".

He repeated blows on my ass cheeks. With each slap I moaned like the horny submissive slut I was. "Yyyyesssssss. Yeeeeesssssssss. Mmmoooorrrreeee. I neeedddd thissss. I ammmmm yoooouuuurrrr slllluuutttt. Youuuu oooowwwnnnn meeeee".

He all of a sudden stopped and I knew that was a sign to keep on praying. I was so on edge. I needed to cum so bad. My thong was almost transparent it was so badly soaked. The prayer rug was completely soaked with my cunt juice. As I went down on my knees his breathing was becoming heavy. He was getting turned on just like me but he was so in control of his emotions.

As I was on my knees i felt his hand massage my ass cheeks. The soothing feeling felt so good after the abuse he had just delivered on my ass. The feeling of being man handled by a man is the ultimate for any woman. I felt he was completing me as a woman.

He stopped and I came back up to stand up and continue with the prayer. When I came up he unhooked my bra and let my tits hang down. He went back to aggressively squeezing my tits. He was pinching my nipples so rough. It felt so good. I was loving his rough treatment of my tits. I was beginning to moan louder as my orgasm neared. He seemed to sense this and moved his hands down to my waist he hooked his thumbs into my thong and yanked it down. I stepped out of it as he picked it up. He moved his hand to the front of my body and slid it down to my cunt. I was praying he would drive his fingers into my cunt to let me finally cum or fuck me with the vibrator. He simply removed the vibrator from my cunt. He stepped back away from me and I groaned in frustration which caused him to give my ass an aggressive slap. I moaned in response to what he must have thought was a punishment, "ohhhhhhhh pleeeeasasseee moreeee". I was getting pleasure from every contact I was having with him. It was so good to have a real man for a change.

I could hear licking my wet cunt. He was sniffing my thong and licking my juices from it. He would be able to smell my ass on it but he seemed to be enjoying it. I could hear him wrap my thong around his cock and start to pull on his cock. The sounds were so sexy. I wish I could see him. He was so sexy. He then removed the thong and i could feel him step closer. He pushed his cock against my ass. And i grinded my ass hard against it. He started kissing my neck and shoulders as he went back to squeezing my tits. He was being gentler this time but i needed it hard. I was so god damn fucking horny. I could not handle a gentle fuck. I needed a hard earth shattering fuck.

"Pleeeeaaaa ssssseeeeeee squueeeeeeee zzźzzeeeeè theeem haaarddd. Pleaaaassssseeee abuuuuu sssssseeeeer thoooo sssseeeee big faaaaat tiiiiitttttsssss".

"I loooooovvvveeeee tthhhaaaaassttttþ faaaattttt coooocccccckkkkkl offff yooourrrrrasssss. Iiittyyttt is soooo biggggg. Yooouuuu hhaaaavvvveeee mmeeèeee soooo hhhhoooooorrrrr nnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyy".

All of a sudden he moved his hands from my tits and grabbed my shoulders and he aggressively turned me around. I could not believe who it was before I could say anything he grabbed my niqab and ripped it off my face. My head snapped back at the force. He then immediately shoved his tongue into my mouth. I kissed back with full force. I moaned into his mouth. I grinded my dripping cunt onto his monster naked cock. We french kissed for an eternity. That was my first kiss and it was mind blowing.

We finally came up for air. I was overwhelmed with emotion and just hugged him tightly.

"I am so happy it is you. I love you Robert."

"I love you too." With that he pushed me down onto the prayer rug and came on top of me. He did not ask for permission. He took control of my body. He owned it. His body was on top of me. I loved the feeling of a real man owning my body. He was crushing me against his body as he started to feed his monster cock into me. It felt so amazing. I needed this so bad.

"Please giveeee me that bigggg monsterrrr coccckkkkk. I neeeedddd it soooo badddd. I neeeeddd thaatttt biggggg whhiiittteeee dicckkkk".

"Your cunt is so tight. You need a real dick to open you up. I am going to fuck your cunt and cum inside you. I want you to have my infidel baby in the same place you pray everyday".

"Ohhhhhh god yessss yessss yessss. Give me an infidel baby. Make me your slut. I am your hijjjaaaabbbiii sluuutttt. Fuck an infidel babyyyy intooo meee. Your dickkkkk isssss sooooo bigggg. Yooouuuu arreee stretchingggg my cunt so wideeeeee".

He was pushing his dick deeper and deeper into me. It felt so good. I felt complete losing virginity to a real man.

"I wanted you from the first day I saw you in the interview. You were so hot. That night I saw you masturbating at your desk I knew I had to have you. I followed your every move ever since. I knew all the websites you visited and I hacked your home computer and watched you masturbate every night with that dildo on your webcam."

His confession made me love him even more. I thought no man could ever love me for the horny muslim slut I was but Robert had been the only man to believe in me and he loved me from the first moment he saw me. I was his obsession.

"You should have fucked me that night you saw me masturbating. We couldddd havee beennnn fuckkiiinngggg alll thissss timmmeeee. Yoooouuuuu hhhaaaavvvveeeee aaaallloooottt offf tiiimmmeeee toooo mmmmaaaakkkeeeee uuuuppppp. Youuuuuu neeeeeedddd tooooo fffuuuuccccckkkkk mmeeeee eeveerrryyyyy dddaaayyyy annnnddddd nnnniiigght to make up for this lllassst yeaarrrrrr".

"Yes I will fuck you every night from now. Every day I will fuck you in this room. Every night you will come home with me and I will fuck you all night. This horny muslim cunt is now mine."

"Yesssssss. Oooohhhhhh yesssss. Youuu aarrrrreeee myyyy master."

He was fucking me so deep and so hard. He was squeezing my big tits as he was pounding deep inside me. He started sucking on my nipple and he fed me my other nipple. My tits were so big that I could suck my own tits.

Our moans were so loud they seemed to fill the room.

"Hmmmmmm. Mmmmmmm. Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh. Eereèeeeeeeee".

He released my nipple and said "I am cumming. I am cumming. Who is your god? Tell me now".

I was cumming too and I moaned out loud "allllaaaahhhhhh uuuuu aaaakkkkkbbbb aaaaaarrrrrr. Youuuuuu aaaareeeee myyy godddddddd".

My life was finally complete. Robert owned me like the slut I was. This is how I became a internet slut.