30-01-2023, 06:13 PM
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Whilst this was present in all cultures, it was even more so in '. communities, it was true that with time these views had changed but not in her family.
Her husband never behaved like a typical religious husband, he didn't put any restrictions on her even when the rest of society did. She remembered how hard she had studied for a fashion designer course, ready to pursue a career in fashion and being forced to give that up by her parents who then forced her to get married instead. For that she had held a deep grudge against her parents and by going against the things they taught her was a way of getting revenge.
She knew that she should be grateful to ,.' that she was given a husband like Anwar but her marriage was non-existent now, meaning that there was nothing to be grateful for anymore. Other wives would have stuck through it and been faithful and she knew that she was a bad wife but a part of her didn't care.
"Oh, god, please forgive me!" pleaded Shabina.
The doorbell rang snapping shabina out of her daze. She went downstairs with a big broad smile plastered across her face. She knew who it was and had been waiting for him and why all morning.
"Hello, James, (Tony)" she smiled as she greeted the big black man at her doorway.
"Hey, Shabina, how are you you?" negro smiled back weakly.
Shabina could sense something was up. She had known Jamesfor 6 years now after Anwar had hired him, as a handyman, to fix the roof for them. Anwar and James clicked immediately and had become fast friends. They joined the same gym and played football (soccer) together, both of them even supported Arsenal as they were both men from North London. Shabina was wary of James at first, being from a conservative '. back ground meant that she was brought up with an almost racist view of black people, she was always told to stay clear of them.
Her initial judgement of James passed as she got to know him and discovered his friendly and witty side. He too had studied fashion designer and he pursued a career in it for awhile but he faced a highly judgmental world, one that judged him solely on his appearance, people always thought he looked too brutish or thuggish. They formed a bond quickly calling themselves the 'almost designer'. They had developed a really close connection and would spend hour after hour talking about all the different new clothes design debating with one another, which always bored her husband. James om
was also married but the couple had never met his partner, and whenever they told james to bring her around to their home he would always come up with an excuse. Shabina sensed that James's wife was clearly not fond of the idea of meeting them.
Without even realizing, shabina not like had developed an attraction to this strapping 6'5 of a hulking giant. He towered over her and made her look even smaller. She remembered the time he came round to help clean up the garden on an extremely hot day. He took his top off revealing his perfectly sculpted black body and Shabina could not stop herself from staring.
Her eyes feasted on him taking in every inch, her eyes always lingered on his crotch, because she had heard from one of her tanzanian friend that black men had big dicks. But she couldn't tell if he did or not.
He had noticed her looking at him but he never brought it up, he played it off like a non-incident. In recent months he had taken a keen interest in Indian culture. So he had come to shabina asking her if she tell him about the religion in india and about the culture. She agreed to do so and her husband did not object either, infact he was happy that one of his good friends was taking interest about india. shabina got a great chance, spending time with negro but Shabina had other motives for agreeing to these lessons.
She would be able to spend some alone time with James without having to worry about her husband being suspicious. She knew that by doing this she was committing a great sin, essentially using her profession to spend time with a man that was not her husband in the hopes of sleeping with him.
Recently she had noticed James looking at her with great interest she had caught him a few times looking at her ass, letting her know that her tight burqa's were working. She knew that he found her attractive after all he was always showering her with praise and, as of late, he just couldn't keep his eyes off her. Even when her husband was in the room he would ogle at her. She had noticed him staring at her breasts during their discussion, he was paying more attention to her tits than the lessons. She often thought if he was using these lessons like her, to get close to someone without the suspicion of a spouse, but she quickly dismissed it. Unlike her, he was a good man who loved his wife dearly and he always gushed about her.
sort of move on James during these past 3 months but she had been struggling with the part of her who still wanted to be a faithful wife and '..
However, today the slutty side was out in full force and she had made up her mind that today she was going seduce James. Well, that was the plan until she saw the sadness in his eyes, she had never seen him so sad before. All those thoughts, for the moment, had been pushed to the side.
"Are you okay, James?" Shabina asked with genuine concern as they sat down on the sofa to start the lesson.
"Yeah...I am fine, don't worry," he replied unconvincingly.
"No, you're not, James. Tell me what's wrong. Look at me!" Shabina demanded, she was getting more and more worried.
James looked at Shabina with misty eyes, she could see that he was desperately determined to hold the flood gates closed. Seeing him like this hurt Shabina deeply. She took his giant black hands in hers and squeezed them, hoping that it would help him open up.
"I told my wife that I wanted to go india. I expected her to be shocked but her reaction was far worse than I ever imagined... she left me," he said barely holding back the tears now.
she telling me "you seduced me in your bold attitude". James exclaimed to shabina.
Shabina stared at him with her mouth agape. She found it hard to believe that any woman would leave such a sweet and caring man like James, especially when he spoke of her in such high regard. She didn't know what to do so she hugged him, wrapping her arms around him tightly.
Instead of thinking about how she should feel sorry for him, all shabina could think about was the fact that she could feel his chiselled body, the one she had been craving for months, against her.
"I miss her so much, shabina, so much," James whispered, his voice cracking.
"Dont worry James, I'll take care of your every need. Soon you'll forget her." Shabina said almost purring as she looked him straight in the eye and placed her hands on his crotch. She had no idea what she was doing
"Umm...what are you doing, Shabina?" asked James who was yanked from his sorrow by pure shock.
"Taking care of you," Shabina bmoaned as she placed her lips on his.
Shabina knew that she had crossed a line; that she was going against everything she believed in. There was no going back now, and that was perfectly fine with her. The fact that she was taking advantage of James when he was in such a state was not lost on her, all she knew was that this was the right time to make her move. She sensed that tony was hesitant as he tried to pull away from her kiss, but she didn't let him.
"are you sure you want this". James confirmed to shabina.
"yes! I'll give you, your wife's pleasure". Shabina said smoochly James.
She thought about how badly she wanted him as her tongue penetrated his mouth, their tongues intertwined in a slow and passionate dance together. Shabina could feel the ever growing bulge in James's jeans, it was a sign that he was enjoying it. Any resistance he held onto was gone now, which excited Shabina even more. His huge hands were groping her breasts, kneading them. She felt both his hands grip the front of her burqa. And the next thing she felt was his hands yanking at the material and ripping it apart down the front, completely exposing her breasts. He then pulled her bra off with another hard tug, which caused her some pain. Shabina was shocked and excited by the ferocity that James was displaying and her cunt was dripping wet. James was looking at her fully exposed tits, admiring them openly, when she realized no one had ever seen them except her husband. Soon his mouth was on her breasts them with an insatiable hunger, his tongue swirling relentlessly around her hardened nipples.
"Oh, god," moaned Shabina in the throes of ecstasy. She had never felt such pleasure as James continued to devour her tits. She could feel James's cock straining against his jeans, it felt like it was going to burst out of the jeans.
"I want to see your cock." she said in between moans.
James got up from the couch and began to undo his belt buckle and, without missing a beat, shabina got on her knees looking up at James with fierce hunger in her eyes. Soon James's jeans were around his ankles and Shabina could see the outline of his huge black cock, just seeing the outline of the monster sent a shiver down her spine and made her cunt quiver in anticipation. James finally pulled his boxers down, freeing his big black cock of its restraints.
"Ouch!" screamed Shabina as James's big black pole smacked her on the face.
"It's so big!" she said in shock and awe at the big veiny black monster on her face. She reached out her unexperienced hands and grabbed the massive black cock.
The thing was gigantic. Shabina guessed that his cock must have been nearly twelve inches long. It was the thickness of the black monster that was truly awe inspiring, it was as big as her wrist maybe even bigger. The head of his bulbous cock was huge too, and his shaft was covered with large veins that somehow made it look like a powerful pulsating tool.
"Suck it!" he commanded slapping her with his cock. It snapped her out of her daze as he grabbed the back of her veil and pulled her mouth closer to his cock
Her husband never behaved like a typical religious husband, he didn't put any restrictions on her even when the rest of society did. She remembered how hard she had studied for a fashion designer course, ready to pursue a career in fashion and being forced to give that up by her parents who then forced her to get married instead. For that she had held a deep grudge against her parents and by going against the things they taught her was a way of getting revenge.
She knew that she should be grateful to ,.' that she was given a husband like Anwar but her marriage was non-existent now, meaning that there was nothing to be grateful for anymore. Other wives would have stuck through it and been faithful and she knew that she was a bad wife but a part of her didn't care.
"Oh, god, please forgive me!" pleaded Shabina.
The doorbell rang snapping shabina out of her daze. She went downstairs with a big broad smile plastered across her face. She knew who it was and had been waiting for him and why all morning.
"Hello, James, (Tony)" she smiled as she greeted the big black man at her doorway.
"Hey, Shabina, how are you you?" negro smiled back weakly.
Shabina could sense something was up. She had known Jamesfor 6 years now after Anwar had hired him, as a handyman, to fix the roof for them. Anwar and James clicked immediately and had become fast friends. They joined the same gym and played football (soccer) together, both of them even supported Arsenal as they were both men from North London. Shabina was wary of James at first, being from a conservative '. back ground meant that she was brought up with an almost racist view of black people, she was always told to stay clear of them.
Her initial judgement of James passed as she got to know him and discovered his friendly and witty side. He too had studied fashion designer and he pursued a career in it for awhile but he faced a highly judgmental world, one that judged him solely on his appearance, people always thought he looked too brutish or thuggish. They formed a bond quickly calling themselves the 'almost designer'. They had developed a really close connection and would spend hour after hour talking about all the different new clothes design debating with one another, which always bored her husband. James om
was also married but the couple had never met his partner, and whenever they told james to bring her around to their home he would always come up with an excuse. Shabina sensed that James's wife was clearly not fond of the idea of meeting them.
Without even realizing, shabina not like had developed an attraction to this strapping 6'5 of a hulking giant. He towered over her and made her look even smaller. She remembered the time he came round to help clean up the garden on an extremely hot day. He took his top off revealing his perfectly sculpted black body and Shabina could not stop herself from staring.
Her eyes feasted on him taking in every inch, her eyes always lingered on his crotch, because she had heard from one of her tanzanian friend that black men had big dicks. But she couldn't tell if he did or not.
He had noticed her looking at him but he never brought it up, he played it off like a non-incident. In recent months he had taken a keen interest in Indian culture. So he had come to shabina asking her if she tell him about the religion in india and about the culture. She agreed to do so and her husband did not object either, infact he was happy that one of his good friends was taking interest about india. shabina got a great chance, spending time with negro but Shabina had other motives for agreeing to these lessons.
She would be able to spend some alone time with James without having to worry about her husband being suspicious. She knew that by doing this she was committing a great sin, essentially using her profession to spend time with a man that was not her husband in the hopes of sleeping with him.
Recently she had noticed James looking at her with great interest she had caught him a few times looking at her ass, letting her know that her tight burqa's were working. She knew that he found her attractive after all he was always showering her with praise and, as of late, he just couldn't keep his eyes off her. Even when her husband was in the room he would ogle at her. She had noticed him staring at her breasts during their discussion, he was paying more attention to her tits than the lessons. She often thought if he was using these lessons like her, to get close to someone without the suspicion of a spouse, but she quickly dismissed it. Unlike her, he was a good man who loved his wife dearly and he always gushed about her.
sort of move on James during these past 3 months but she had been struggling with the part of her who still wanted to be a faithful wife and '..
However, today the slutty side was out in full force and she had made up her mind that today she was going seduce James. Well, that was the plan until she saw the sadness in his eyes, she had never seen him so sad before. All those thoughts, for the moment, had been pushed to the side.
"Are you okay, James?" Shabina asked with genuine concern as they sat down on the sofa to start the lesson.
"Yeah...I am fine, don't worry," he replied unconvincingly.
"No, you're not, James. Tell me what's wrong. Look at me!" Shabina demanded, she was getting more and more worried.
James looked at Shabina with misty eyes, she could see that he was desperately determined to hold the flood gates closed. Seeing him like this hurt Shabina deeply. She took his giant black hands in hers and squeezed them, hoping that it would help him open up.
"I told my wife that I wanted to go india. I expected her to be shocked but her reaction was far worse than I ever imagined... she left me," he said barely holding back the tears now.
she telling me "you seduced me in your bold attitude". James exclaimed to shabina.
Shabina stared at him with her mouth agape. She found it hard to believe that any woman would leave such a sweet and caring man like James, especially when he spoke of her in such high regard. She didn't know what to do so she hugged him, wrapping her arms around him tightly.
Instead of thinking about how she should feel sorry for him, all shabina could think about was the fact that she could feel his chiselled body, the one she had been craving for months, against her.
"I miss her so much, shabina, so much," James whispered, his voice cracking.
"Dont worry James, I'll take care of your every need. Soon you'll forget her." Shabina said almost purring as she looked him straight in the eye and placed her hands on his crotch. She had no idea what she was doing
"Umm...what are you doing, Shabina?" asked James who was yanked from his sorrow by pure shock.
"Taking care of you," Shabina bmoaned as she placed her lips on his.
Shabina knew that she had crossed a line; that she was going against everything she believed in. There was no going back now, and that was perfectly fine with her. The fact that she was taking advantage of James when he was in such a state was not lost on her, all she knew was that this was the right time to make her move. She sensed that tony was hesitant as he tried to pull away from her kiss, but she didn't let him.
"are you sure you want this". James confirmed to shabina.
"yes! I'll give you, your wife's pleasure". Shabina said smoochly James.
She thought about how badly she wanted him as her tongue penetrated his mouth, their tongues intertwined in a slow and passionate dance together. Shabina could feel the ever growing bulge in James's jeans, it was a sign that he was enjoying it. Any resistance he held onto was gone now, which excited Shabina even more. His huge hands were groping her breasts, kneading them. She felt both his hands grip the front of her burqa. And the next thing she felt was his hands yanking at the material and ripping it apart down the front, completely exposing her breasts. He then pulled her bra off with another hard tug, which caused her some pain. Shabina was shocked and excited by the ferocity that James was displaying and her cunt was dripping wet. James was looking at her fully exposed tits, admiring them openly, when she realized no one had ever seen them except her husband. Soon his mouth was on her breasts them with an insatiable hunger, his tongue swirling relentlessly around her hardened nipples.
"Oh, god," moaned Shabina in the throes of ecstasy. She had never felt such pleasure as James continued to devour her tits. She could feel James's cock straining against his jeans, it felt like it was going to burst out of the jeans.
"I want to see your cock." she said in between moans.
James got up from the couch and began to undo his belt buckle and, without missing a beat, shabina got on her knees looking up at James with fierce hunger in her eyes. Soon James's jeans were around his ankles and Shabina could see the outline of his huge black cock, just seeing the outline of the monster sent a shiver down her spine and made her cunt quiver in anticipation. James finally pulled his boxers down, freeing his big black cock of its restraints.
"Ouch!" screamed Shabina as James's big black pole smacked her on the face.
"It's so big!" she said in shock and awe at the big veiny black monster on her face. She reached out her unexperienced hands and grabbed the massive black cock.
The thing was gigantic. Shabina guessed that his cock must have been nearly twelve inches long. It was the thickness of the black monster that was truly awe inspiring, it was as big as her wrist maybe even bigger. The head of his bulbous cock was huge too, and his shaft was covered with large veins that somehow made it look like a powerful pulsating tool.
"Suck it!" he commanded slapping her with his cock. It snapped her out of her daze as he grabbed the back of her veil and pulled her mouth closer to his cock
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