I enjoyed the feeling of power. “Please, Salma,” he cried. “okay. Here’s my condition. First you must make sure no one sees us. And second, you mustn’t tell anyone about what happened here today.”

I agreed. “thank you, thank you. You won’t regret this.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me towards him. He tried to kissed me. “Not here,” I declined.

I pulled away from him. “then where?” he questioned. “No-tell motel,” I answered. Thanks to Zayn that introduced me to such love hotel where discretion is priority.

“I know a place nearby. A no-tell motel,” he said.

I nodded and followed him to the road. We exchange numbers.

The plan was simple. He texted me when he arrived at the motel. Then he send me another message saying that room number. We went separate ways. Mr. Ralph rushed to the motel

to check-in and wait for me. I took off my hijab and put it inside my clutch bag.

After few minutes of walking, I got call from Mr. Ralph. “the room is 403.” He said. “good,” I replied. I hurried to the motel .As soon as I stepped inside the cab, I called my husband to let him know I’m late due to heavy traffic. Luckily I was able to get through. as I reach the room 403. I rang the door bell and waited for him to open the door.

It took him quite sometime to answer the door. When finally the door open, I saw him wearing terry cloth robe. I walked pass him and head to the room. He closed the door behind him. I turn around to face him.

“Sorry, it took longer than expected.” He apologized. “don’t worry. Let’s hurry up.” I didn’t waste any time to remove my clothes. As I unzipped my skirt, he undid his robe.

I slid down my pantyhose, he dropped his underwear. Then we faced each other naked. He was shocked by my body. Not only because my body was slim and curvy, but also because i showed no pubic hair. A beautiful Arab lady with unblemished fair skin and wavy black hair. “wow,” he gasped.

“do you like what you see?” I teased him. “oh god yes,” he gazed at me lustfully. I smiled widely and walked towards him. He put his arms around my waist and pull me close to him. Then he lowered his lips on mine.

I stopped him and said “before we start, you should know that I do this for the money you offer.”

“sure, I’ll pay you.. I’ll give you all my savings,”

he promised. “how much is that?” I demanded. “Ten thousand bucks,” he said without hesitation. “That sounds good to me. I can use that for my daughter’s piano lessons.” I lied. My daughter did not play piano, not yet. She do belly dance.

But he does not know that. He started kissing my neck.

He slowly moved his hand under my armpit, then rested on my left breast. “It is so soft,” he complimented. “let’s go to bed,” he suggested.

“Yes,” I whispered softly. He led me to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed. He knelt down in front of me. He leaned forward to kiss my chest. Then he reached for my breasts and fondle them gently.

He then wrapped his arms around my back and bring me closer to him. He started kissing my collarbone and slowly move his kisses towards my breasts. He sucked my left nipple while massaging my right breast.

He pushed me back onto the bed and lay next to me. He pulled me on top of fat belly. He lifted himself and press his mouth against my nipples. He started nibbling my tits softly. “Ohh..” I moaned softly.

“Your tits are so delicious,” he said in between bites. I raised my pelvis and pressed my crotch against his. I want him to feel how wet I am. “mmm...” He responded. “They taste sweet, I think I won a lottery of life.”

He whispered breathlessly in my ear. He grabbed both of my hips firmly and positioned his hard cock against my clitoris. I panted heavily. He continued grinding his cock against my pussy until I came. I convulsed.

He released my hips and spread my legs apart. He shifted his position and laid on top of me. He reached something at the table beside the bed. It was a condom.

“is that a condom?” I asked.

“yes,” he confirmed. “Did you take me for some kind of a street hooker?” I act offended.

“no, of course not. This is for you. to prevent pregnancy and disease,” he explained. “I’m a woman of dignity. I never sleep around.” I lied

as always. That was a big lie. I already had four Zina partners, extra-marital partners. “Are you clean, Mr. Ralph?”

I asked. “Of course, I am. Why?” He asked. “Then fuck me like a real man,” I ordered. I wanted to fuck him and I want to feel his hot cum deep into my cunt. He positioned his average length cock at the entrance of my vagina. “Say Bismillah before you enter me,”

I commanded him. He looked surprised but he respected my request. “Bismillah” He recited. He entered me slowly. I gave him several deep thrusts. I lifted my hips to meet his every stroke.

He pounded me harder and harder.

His pace became quicker. His stamina seemed endless for a middle-aged man. Maybe because he already release once in the subway train earlier.

Either way I liked it. I thrashed underneath him. I felt the urge to cum again. It was starting to build up. He kept pumping vigorously. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum,” I shrieked.

He released my legs and grabbed my thighs tightly. He drove his prick deeper inside me

and pushed himself further until I exploded. I screamed louder. My pussy contracted forcefully on his dick. He pumped furiously. Then he grunted loudly and plunged deeply into my vagina.

“Salmaa!” He muffled his scream. I felt warm fluid shooting out from his swollen shaft. Finally he collapsed on top of me. I was sinking into his large build. His breathing was fast and shallow. He rolled over and let me sit on top of him. I straddled his thick stomach.

My pussy still quivering from previous orgasm. I leaned forward and rested my head on his shoulder. “That was amazing,” he whispered. I looked at the clock. 7 PM. I couldn’t believe we just have sex for about ten minutes. but it was amazing.