“Well, since she is on her knees so much, she carries around that little rug everywhere she goes, so when she is presented with a nice big, fat cock or a ripe, juicy pussy, as she has a thing for young white girls, she can place it on the ground before she worships one of Allah’s greatest creations,” Ms. Chan explained.
“That may be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” I said, fascinated by the idea. I then added, “So she’s a cunt Muslim too?”
“It’s called a kus Muslim,” the woman, whose name I still didn’t know, furthered my education between bobs.
“Kus means cunt?” I asked.
“Yes,” she nodded, before returning to sucking my cock.
“What is this sharmuta’s name?” I asked Ms. Chan.
“That depends. When she is being a submissive like right now, her name is sharmuta or bimbo, since she likes to be ridiculed whenever there is a dominant man or a young white female to serve, but when she’s the one in charge, her name is Mistress Aaleyah.”
“A switch,” I said.
“Yes,” Ms. Chan nodded.
“What does Aaleyah mean?” I asked, knowing that Muslim names usually had specific meanings.
“One who is exalted or of high social standing,” my sharmuta answered, with a hint of pride.
“On all fours,” I ordered, which she quickly obeyed. I chuckled as I mused, “Then your name is rather ironic.”
“It can be,” the eager sharmuta replied, “but you may call me Bimbo if you wish, Master,” turning around to offer her ass to me.
“And I assume there is a term for ass in Arabic?” I asked.
“Teez,” she supplied, before adding, “although the term also means ‘boring, stupid, or ugly.'”
“I see,” I said, as I moved my cock up to her inviting ass and handed Ms. Chan my phone. “Film this.”
“Please don’t,” Aaleyah requested, as Ms. Chan turned the phone towards the sharmuta on all fours about to receive my pole.
“What do you do for a living, Bimbo?” I asked.
“I’m a Professor,” she answered.
“Teaching what?” I asked.
“Feminine Studies,” she answered.
“Wow, that is so utterly ironic,” I laughed, as I slid my cock in her ass.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, lowering her head to avoid the phone.
“Look up at the phone and tell me how much you want my cock in your tight teez,” I ordered, as I filled her ass.
“Fuck,” she cursed, before looking up into the phone and begging, like all my sluts had done so far, “Please fuck my teez with your massive fucking qadib.”
I grabbed her hips and began fucking her ass. “Yes, fuck the slut,” Ms. Chan cheered me on as she filmed.
“I wish I could fuck you,” I said.
“God, me too,” Ms. Chan said, before adding, “I’d fuck the shit out of you.”
“Funny, that’s what I’m doing to her right now,” I joked.
“Oh Allah,” the Aaleyah moaned, which somehow seemed so much dirtier than ‘oh God’… although I don’t know why.
“You like my cock in your ass, Professor?” I asked.
“I fucking love it,” she said, her earlier worry of being filmed long gone as she spoke directly to the phone.
It didn’t take long, two or three minutes, and my balls were boiling as I ordered, “Sharmuta, get ready for God’s great gift,” purposely using ‘God’ instead of ‘Allah’.
She wasn’t fazed as she spun around on her knees and took this cock that was just in her ass into her mouth… I used to think that only happened in porn, but I had now used back-to-back ass-to-mouth sluts.
She bobbed for just a few seconds before I pulled out and splattered my load all over her face.
As soon as I was done, Ms. Chan ordered, “Look at the camera, bimbo.”
Aaleyah was clearly not used to being bossed around by the submissive Ms. Chan but she obeyed, turning with cum dripping off her chin and smiling.
“Now Mistress, kindly allow me to clean your face,” Ms. Chan said, obviously also a switch, as she handed me the phone and began to lick my cum off her Aaleyah’s face. Another hot fucking moment.
As they did, I realized I needed to get home for supper and begged off with, “That was fun.”
“Anytime,” Ms. Chan said.
“My office hours are every afternoon from one to four if you want to use this sharmuta,” Aaleyah said.
“Good to know,” I smiled, before adding, “do you get to munch on much ripe, coed pussy?”
“A couple times a week,” she answered.
“I may have to come and offer my services to those coeds,” I said.
“They would love you to,” she said, before adding, “especially with that big, fat cock. As would I; so please hurry up and fuck your Mother.”
“I’m working on it,” I answered then asked, “Did my Dad used to fuck you?”
“No, never met the man,” she answered, as she stood up, put one foot on the wheelchair and ordered, “Now back to where we were before we were so nicely interrupted.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Ms. Chan obeyed placidly as they resumed the hierarchy that had been in place before I walked in.
Great, I thought to myself at the thought that my new sharmuta was my first conquest that Dad hadn’t already corrupted with his cock.
As I walked home, I saw a text from Jaime: Want to come over and play some D & D?
Of course I did, so I went home and left Mom a note saying I was staying over at Jaime’s tonight… the seduction delayed a day… although I had already decided my execution day would be Halloween… not meaning I’d be killing anyone, but I would be Superman and Lois Lane would never say no to the Man of Steel as I executed my seduction plan.
Saturday, October 27th: Day 6 of Project Mother Fucker
I got home a little after noon and realized I had completely forgotten about my promised nighttime visit to Mrs. Grady.
Oops.
Seeing her car in the driveway, I figured I’d give her a second chance before shooting my load, likely in Ms. Chan’s expert mouth… since I hadn’t shot a load in fifteen hours, which these days seemed like an eternity… although I did wonder if I could seduce Jaime’s mom, who wasn’t good looking, but had a great Latina ass that I wouldn’t mind playing with. Alas, I was torn, not sure I wanted to ruin a friendship, and I did like her and was reluctant to diminish my respect for her if she did indeed succumb.
I knocked on the Grady door and waited a minute before it was opened. Even I was slightly surprised to see she was in a short robe and red nylons, which were a sexy-as-fuck colour, in clear view. She said, looking sheepish, “Please come in.”
Once I was inside I ordered, deciding there was no point in beating around the bush, although I sensed she didn’t have one anyway, “Drop the robe; let’s see if you obeyed my simple instructions.”
“This has to remain a secret,” she worried.
“Don’t worry, I don’t face fuck or ass fuck and tell,” I reassured her.
“You really are just like your father,” she sighed.
“But bigger,” I clarified, always wanting that on record.
“Let me see it again,” she said as she slipped off her robe to reveal a skimpy red negligee that really showcased her big tits, with garters holding up her stockings.
“You’re not kicking me out?” I asked, as I admired her body.
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” she apologized as she lowered herself to her knees in front of me. “I was taken aback by your aggressive behaviour; you surprised me.”
“And now?” I asked, as her hands unzipped my pants.
“Now I want to service this big cock,” she said, pulling down my pants.