Adultery veili and the Poker Game

[neerathemall]

The next morning Khadijah woke up to find George was not there. She was disappointed and for a moment thought she had dreamt last night. After all the sex had been out of this world, it couldn't be real, but she knew it was thanks to her aching and sore body. She let out an exasperated sigh as she wondered why he didn't stay.

She thought about calling him but did not want to seem desperate, despite her horny state and need for that hard infidel cock. She had a long shower and brought herself to orgasm multiple times as she thought about George from the night before. During the day she began to feel more and more upset as she thought about George.

George was watching Khadijah and he was still playing his games with her. Khadijah was a toy that he wanted to use and he did not want her to feel comfortable. It was in the evening when George knocked on her door.

Khadijah had been waiting for George all day and had given up hope on him when she heard a knock at the door. She rushed to the door to open it and found George waiting for her. He walked in not waiting to be invited. He had a sense of entitlement about him.

Khadijah did not correct him or say anything about him leaving but instead submissively followed him. George sat down by the kitchen as though he was not fucking her to heaven just last night.

She was struggling to compose herself and unsure of what to say about how she felt. She could feel George's lustful eyes on her body as he eyeballed her body from head to toe.

"Change into something that will interest me. I will wait." George demands. Khadijah turns to walk away but all of a sudden stops. She was wearing a black lace underwear set. She was sure it would 'interest' him without the need to change into anything else.

She lifted her abaya over her head, revealing her underwear to George.

"Is this more to your liking?" She asks as she walks over to him.

She drops to her knees as she reaches him. She begins to do undo the button on his slacks and lowers his zip. She pulls his cock out of the fly of his boxers and begins to lick his hard cock up and down. She has been craving this fat monster all day.

She is taking it deep down her throat as she sucks like her life depends on it. Her gagging and choking on his cock reverberates around the kitchen as she pleases George. He grabs her by the veil tearing it as he throat fucks her.

"You fucking horny slut. Take my fat cock," George groans as he forces her to take more of his cock.

Khadijah struggles to take it all as she concentrates on relaxing her jaw. George begins to bob her head back and forth on his cock. Each time pushing it deeper and deeper down her throat. She gags on his cock as he hits the back of her throat. Tears are streaming down her face and her saliva is dripping down her mouth. She looks like the hot mess she is.

George thrusts hard against her as he climaxes shooting his sperm down her throat. She does her best to keep up with the flow and swallow as much as she can. Khadijah loves seeing the feeling of sucking his cock.

He pulls his cock out of Khadijah and she savors the taste of his cum. She uses a finger to scoop up the excess cum that is dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin.

"I am not done with you," George says as he looks down at her.

He lifts her up and bends her over the breakfast bar. He grabs her panties, twisting the around his palm before giving them a firm tug and tearing them from her body. Khadijah feels them snap against her body and she takes a deep sharp inhale. He brings the panties up to his nose and inhales deeply.

"Your panties are so wet and warm. Your cunt is dripping for cock. You are one horny slut." The shaming only adds to her arousal.

Khadijah is beyond embarrassment and simply needs to be fucked but she does not expect him to be hard so soon after she sucked his cock dry.

George dips two fingers into a slab of butter on a plate. Khadijah watches as he fingers the butter and scoops it up with 2 fingers. He kicks her legs apart and presses her head down into the bar. He roughly inserts his two butter covered fingers into her ass, lubing it up for him.

"Uhhh. What are you doing?" Khadijah grunts at this unexpected intrusion. George begins to lube his own cock with the butter and rests his fat cock at the puckered entrance of her asshole.

"Just relax and you will enjoy it. You are my slut and you will learn to obey me." George tells her as he begins to assert his dominance.

George grunts as he forces his fat inside her tight asshole. Her ring is tight and the butter has not done enough to ease the entry. George grunts and pulls the veil back tight on her head as he forces his fat cock past the tight anal ring.

"Ya ,.'hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Screams Khadijah as she finds her asshole invaded by the fat infidel cock. This was beyond simple, anal was a taboo and sinful thing in ., yet here she was taking an infidels white cock. There was a sense of powerlessness Khadijah felt around George, she was a slave to her carnal desires and she could not say no to George.

Khadijah is so tight and it feels like he is in a vice but he continues to move his cock in and out of her tight ass. The friction only seems to drive him on to own her.

"Your ass feels so good. You are tighter than a fucking virgin," George grunts as he continues to fuck her ass despite the friction.

George begins to find her ass gives way and his cock moves more easily in and out of her ass. Her body is adjusting to his cock and he begins to feel a greater sense of ownership over her. Khadijah is now beginning to even enjoy this ass fucking after the initial painful entry. She holds on to the end of the breakfast bar as George begins to fuck her with sheer force. Their bodies are covered in sweat from the effort of the fucking. George slaps her fat ass with every thrust as he begins to enjoy the fucking.