I’ve been married for six year and this is the best fuck ever. And now I want more. “Mr. Ralph, I have an idea.” I told him. “what’s that?” he asked. “Let’s do role-play. Let’s pretend you’re my father”

I suggested. “Role-Play? You mean like you’re my daughter?” He asked. “Sure why not?” I smiled wickedly. “well, alright, if that’s your wish.” He shrugged. I turned around and face him sitting cross-legged.

“Daddy, daddy please suck my tits,” I seductively ordered him. “What?” He exclaimed. “Oh come on, Daddy. Let’s try it,” I insisted. “If you say so,” he obeyed my order. He lowered his head towards my chest.

He licked one of my nipples. “Mmm... Yesssss,” I cooed. He suck it slowly. He bit it softly. “Mmnnn...” I purred. “Good girl,” he praised me. He caressed my pussy with his palm.

He parted my labia and finger-fucked me with three fingers. “Ahhhhh...” I moan passionately. He inserted another finger into my snatch. I came instantly. “Daddy, daddy, I love you. Please fuck me.” I begged him.

“I’m going to ride you instead,” he refused. “Why?” I pouted. “You shouldn’t beg like that,” he scolded me. “Okay. Okay. Sorry daddy,” I pretended to be ashamed. “Now kneel on all fours,” he instructed me. I complied.

“You’re such a good girl,” he complimented me. “But I think you need to be punished for being naughty. How can you let yourself fucked by a stranger in subway train.” I look at him with curiosity. “How?” I questioned.

“For starters, I think you need to be spanked,” he answered. I gasp at his suggestion. Spanking is one of my favourite fetishes. I love the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. I looked at him seductively.

“Please daddy. Spank me,” I begged. “Very well,” he obliged. He stood up behind me and bend slightly. He lightly slapped my ass. “Ouch! Oohh... Don’t stop there, Daddy. I want more,” I whimpered.

“Alright. You’ll get what you want.” He smacked my bum even harder than before. I yelped in response. Then he alternated spanking my cheeks alternatively. “Good girl, good girl,” he complimented me.

“Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard,” I demanded. “Here I come.” He went down on his knees and rammed his prick inside me. I moaned loudly. His hard rod pistoning in and out of my slit. He said Bismillah even though we are currently roleplaying as father and daughter.

I loved it when he say that word. So religious. So chaste. We fucked non-stop for fifteen minutes. Then he stopped and remove his dick from my dripping snatch. I know he was getting tired.

“that was great, Salma.” He praised me as he break character. “I Didn’t know you are such a..” he paused.

“Such a what?” I asked him eagerly. “such a whore.” He finally finished his sentence. I giggled. He even still afraid to offend me even though he already filled my womb earlier.

“Do you know that word whore came from Arab?”

I explained. “really?” he sounded intrigued. “Yes. The original term is ‘Hura’ which means ‘chastity’. In Middle Age Europe, they mispronounced the word as ‘whore’” I elaborated. “Interesting,” he remarked.

He was stroking his dick. It looks like he

wanted to fuck me again. But I think he didn’t want more. “So you really are a whore,” he accused me. “Auntie Mira says I’m a bad girl,” I confessed. Actually because I love skipping nap time when I was young. “Can I ask you one more thing, Salma?”

He suddenly asked. “What’s that?” I curiously replied. “Please don’t be offended,”

he hesitated. “go ahead,” I urged him. “I..uh..I want to cum in your face,” he

shyly admitted. “Really?” I was genuinely surprised. “Yeah, but..”

He trailed off. “but?” I prompted him. “Well, it’s just.. Uh.. Well.. It’s just that..” He stuttered. “Just tell me. What?” I pressed. “Uhm.. I only want to cum in Muslim girls’ faces with veil, yeah with veil,” he confessed.

“Well, that’s kinda problematic. I don’t have any spare for hijab, it’s the only one in my bag.”

I explained. “Oh. That’s unfortunate,” he sounded disappointed. “Don’t worry. I think I can manage,” I said. The thought of coming home with my hijab covered in another man’s

semen made me wetter. I opened my bag and put my hijab on.

I tied the knot and fix my veil. “I’m ready,” I said. “I never done this before. If I miss, it might splatter everywhere,” he warned me. “it’s okay. I can take care of it,” I assured him.

“alright then.” He looked happy. He spread my legs wide open and kneeled between them. I took his cock in my hands. Then I stroke his shaft firmly. Then I put it in my mouth.

I moved my lips slowly. Then I began sucking him gently. I used my tongue to lick the sides of his prick. I slobbered my saliva generously. I started bobbing my head faster.

Soon I increased the speed and pace of my sucking. His cock became fully erect and glistened with my spit. He ran his hand through my hijab while I give him a blowjob.

I knew he was close. I released his dick from my mouth. “Are you ready?” I whispered seductively. “Ready!” he shouted gleefully. I grabbed his balls and squeeze them. He pulled out and aim for my side face.

First jet hit my cheekbone. Second shot hit my hijab right on the side. Third spurt splash directly in my eye. Fourth spurt splattered over my eyebrow. Fifth spurt squirted on my nose bridge. Sixth spurt landed on my chin.

My left face was covered in semen. I didn’t know how much they landed on my hijab.

He finally finished. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “No worries. No one will notice,” I tried to comfort him. I took out my phone and take some pictures before the jizz run down my face.

After I snap some selfies, I washed my face using tissues.

Then I went to toilet and rinse my eyes using water. I didn’t take shower. I came out and dressed up. I folded my hijab so the side with jizz on was inside. Touching directly to my earlobe. If my husband aware he would notice it. Mr. Ralph also got dressed. It almost 8 PM.

I sent all my selfies with jizz on my hijab to Mr. Ralph. He was surprised.

“but.. your face in this pictures..people might recognize you,”

he pointed out. “Then you should keep it safe and discreet as you promised in the park,” I shrugged.

“Okay, okay,” he relented. “I should go now. Goodnight,” I bid farewell. “Wait. Can I.. can I meet you again?” He pleaded. “Meet me or fuck me?”

I smirked. “Both if possible,” he answered sheepishly. “I don’t know about fucking but you can always meet me in the subway,” I agreed. “One and off. you said it yourself,” I reminded him about our deal in the park earlier.

“Thanks, Salma,” he thanked me gratefully. “See ya around,” I waved goodbye to him.

I went downstairs and walked through the no-tell motel’s hall with my hijab on.

I passed several couples who were walking arm-in-arm. Their men turned their head to me. They must be curious, how can a hijab Moslem lady in a place like this.

I reached outside the motel and took a cab home. The driver was curious and tried to talk to me about it. I told him I was an hijabi escort.

His jaw dropped.

Many cab driver were Moslems in New York. So I assume he was one of us because he just dropped his jaw. “it’s a good one, I give it to you,” he seems didn’t believe what he heard.

“Seriously? Are you sure? You are so beautiful, you look like Ozge Torer, the Turkish actress. How did you become one?” He interrogated me. “It’s complicated. Another day perhaps,” I brushed him off. “Ah, ok. Please excuse me,” he apologized. I nodded. I told him to stop nearby a quiet place before reaching home.

I dropped my panties and let him see my clean pussy while I am still wearing my hijab. “do you want me to pay the fare or do you want to touch me?”

I offered him. He chose to touch me instead of paying the fare. He went to the backseat and sit next to me.

He tried to grab my ass cheeks. Then he fondle my inner thighs. Then he rubbed my clitoris and pubic bone. “wow! You’re very wet, is that man″ cum?” he asked me. “yeah, I told you was just finished my service,”

I teased him. He grabbed my wrists and pushed me into the seat. Then he pried apart my legs wide open. He undid his belt and drop his pants. His dick stood at attention and aimed at my crotch.

“can I do it?” he begged. “if you must,” I conceded. Then he took hold of my leg and lifted it high enough to accommodate his entry.

He lined himself against my entrance. Slowly he plunged deep in my vagina. He slid in and out rhythmically. He put his free hand under my ass cheeks and squeezed. “you’re a real prostitute,” he accused me.

“you forgot to say Bismillah before entering me,”

I scolded him. “You’re right. I’m sorry,” he apologized. “don’t forget to say Bismillah every time you penetrate me,” I instructed him. “okay,” he solemnly promise.

He resumed pumping my cunt hard. “ohhh... oooohh.. ohhh.. you feel so good inside me,” I moaned. “is that another customer inside your pussy?” He wondered. “it could be,” I played along. He went harder. Then faster.

His balls bounced up and down. He grunted loudly. He rammed harder until he burst inside me. He filled my pussy with his load. “Alhamdulillah,” he thanked God as he pulled out

of me . I sat up straight. I wiped away his sticky cum. Then I wrapped myself with my hijab once more. He helped me to arrange it nicely and cover my hair properly. “that was fun,” he smiled and drive me home.

He stopped at the apartment. When i was about to pay him he refused. “No, I have much better than a piece of paper from you,”

he chuckled. I giggled too. “I’m Rahman, from turkey,” the taxi driver

introduced himself. “My name is Salma. Nice meeting you,” I greeted him. “Nice meeting you too. See you soon,” he replied. He gave me a wink. I reached for the door handle and let myself out. He drove away.

I entered my apartment building. I opened the main gate and walked towards the staircase. Then I went upstairs to the third floor. My husband and daughter were watching TV when I entered the living room.

Today was wild. I managed to share my ‘beauty’ to two men. I added another names for my adultery partners, Mr. Ralph and Rahman the taxi driver.

My husband glanced at me briefly. He did not seem suspicious. I continued to go into my bedroom without saying anything. I stripped naked and lie on my bed. Exhausted after today’s adventure.