She asked tentatively, like a little girl who knew she was about to get punished for misbehaving.
His cock became rock hard as he watched her. He grabbed onto it with his hand and squeezed, breathing deeply. He needed to calm down. Fatima was making him go crazy. He’d never come across a woman so beautiful, so bubbly, so opinionated and yet she was also so pliable, so yielding, so ready to submit to his will in the bedroom. This transformation highly excited Irfaan and he found this goddess to be the most enigmatic woman he’d ever encountered.
Irfaan took his index finger and trailed a line from Fatima’s mouth all the way down her gorgeous neck to rest it softly between her tits. She sucked in her breath and let it out in a whoosh, her chest rising and falling seductively against his finger. He teased in a low, deep voice,
“Well, if you cum before I say so, I will have to use my belt to punish you for not listening to me and being a good little girl who does as she’s told!”
He then placed the cold buckle against her mouth and she wriggled suddenly in panic.
“No!” She breathed,
“Please don’t hurt me Irfaan!”
Irfaan suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and held her against him. He whispered against her ear in a loving tone,
“Fatima, my baby, I will never hurt you! We’re role playing my sweet, innocent Vixen. Besides, I will never do to you what you can’t handle. And if you don’t like what I’m doing, all you do is say the word ‘Strawberries’ and I’ll stop immediately!”
Fatima giggled in response and nodded more confidently this time. She trusted Irfaan with her everything. It was weird though, because she still didn’t know him well, but her gut told her that she could trust this man.
Zain happened to be passing by the room at that very moment, and noticed the door blinds were slightly ajar. This allowed him to catch a glimpse of Fatima and Irfaan. He froze, not knowing what to do. He was completely taken by the scene enfolding in front of him. He crept closer to the blinds and peeked through. Irfaan had an Indian woman tied to the bedpost, wearing the sexy lingerie he’d placed on the bed earlier. The woman was blindfolded and was at Irfaans complete mercy. Her beautiful, long hair glistened in waves, all the way down to the middle of her back. Her bangs were framing the satin blindfold and Zain realized how beautiful she was. He had an instant hard on and without noticing, had begun to massage his erection through his pants. Zain was married, with two children. Seven years of marriage had made sex more of a household chore than for pleasure. His wife had become complacent in the bedroom and he couldn’t remember the last time she’d attempted to look sexy in bed. Zain was mesmerized by this scene. This woman was deliberately role playing with Irfaan and Zain found this notion to be an absolute turn on. He was fixated on them and couldn’t move if his life depended on it.
Irfaan had taken off his shirt and his hands were in Fatima’s hair. Pulling her head back gently, he kissed her, and she moaned against his mouth. His tongue explored her, tasting her and her moans continued to intensify. She was lost in his taste, in his masculine scent. She couldn’t see him but she fixated her other senses on him completely. She inhaled his masculine scent and felt giddy with need. The way he felt against her drove her wild. She kept on pinching her thighs together, her black g-string unashamedly soaked with her pussy juice. Irfaan freed her tits from the confines of her corset, and they rested on the padded bra like two perfect balls. Her nipples instantly became hard, and she whimpered with absolute delight. Irfaan sought her one nipple, tweaking it gently between thumb and forefinger, the hardened peak begging to be sucked. Fatima was whimpering with total delight, nodding vigorously, encouraging Irfaan to continue! He dipped his head and claimed her hardened peak between his soft lips and gently sucked on it, flicking his tongue over it as he suckled hungrily on her beautiful breast. Fatima wriggled against him, she seemed to struggle against the constraints holding her hands firmly above her head. She began to thrash her head from side to side, as though she suffered a glorious torture. Her moans kept coming out in bursts, first she’d say “No!” Then she’d say,
“Oh yes!” and then just as suddenly
“Noooo!” would escape her in a long breath.
Suddenly she’s whimpering again and arching her back so her breasts could be up against him. She would moan the word ‘Yes’ over and over again.
From the corner of his eye, Irfaan saw movement. He looked up and realized the blinds were slightly open, and his friend Zain was peeking, watching them and stroking himself. Irfaan smiled wickedly and whispered against Fatima’s ear.
“Imagine you’re being watched right now by some complete stranger…He’s so taken by your sexiness and your beauty that he can’t help but touch himself to you…Would you put on your best performance for him?”
Fatima froze, and went stiff in his arms. She asked him in a husky whisper,
“Would it turn you on to know I was being watched by another man?”
Irfaan laughed softly and said,
“My sweet Fatima, I’m a man and I can’t deny that you’re absolutely breathtaking! It would be a total shame for me to hoard your beauty. I’d love for other men to appreciate your sexy and beautiful body. I wouldn’t mind if another man masturbated while watching you. But you’re mine, and I will never allow another man to touch you. And I somehow sense that you’d find complete pleasure in the knowledge that another man is coming for you, while you’re filled with my cum…”
Fuck! The way he’d said that, Fatima realized she did like the idea and it was a complete turn on. She was feeling bolder and sexier by the second. Irfaan increased her self-esteem and she was more confident then ever. Irfaan was teaching her to appreciate her beauty and to show it off. But she still only belonged to him, and that in itself made all the difference.
Irfaan took his hand and parted her thighs. He felt her g-string and smiled.
“You’re soaking wet my baby! I want you to spread your legs for me, and remember, I want you to pretend that you’re being watched by another stranger.”
Irfaan decided not to tell her that she really was being watched by his best friend. By now, Zain had freed his hard cock and was openly stroking himself to the scene. He watched Irfaan go down onto his knees, and his mouth was on Fatima’s pussy. He’d impatiently ripped her g-string off and his mouth was on her pussy, drinking in her sweet essence.
Fuck! Zain almost erupted, imagining how her sweet juices tasted. Zain could almost taste her from the way his friend seemed to be enjoying her pussy. Irfaan couldn’t seem to get enough.
Fatima was lost! She felt like a wanton little slut, and if Irfaan didn’t stop this sweet torture soon, she was going to explode in his mouth. Fuck! She whimpered uncontrollably, grinding her sopping pussy against Irfaans mouth, begging for release. God, she needed to cum now!! She suddenly froze and shouted his name hoarsely,