I watched in horror as he undressed himself completely. His belly beer is fat and flabby. His penis is bigger than Ahmad's and cut. "What now?" I wondered. He got onto the bed, his belly beer rolls over me. His dick rested on my thigh. I stare at his cock. It's almost as thick as my wrist. It was rock hard. I tried not to look at it. "Please don't force me." I pleaded to him. "Don't worry Salma, I promise you'll enjoy it." He smirked. He was heavy. I was gasping for air. He leaned forward, his hairy belly beer pressing against my boobs. I closed my eyes and gripped my knees together. I cross my legs to stop him going anywhere near my pussy. I was terrified. "Open your eyes," he said sternly. I shook my head. "Salma, open your eyes or I'll tie you down and fuck you anyway." I opened my eyes and stared at him. He pinned me down to the mattress with his full weight. His hairy belly beer against my bare tits. My legs were still crossed. He raised his right knee and forced it between my legs.

He forced his knee inside me. My legs parted involuntarily due to pressure. He dragged my leg over his shoulder. He pulled me closer by my hijab. My feet lifted off the ground. He held me by my throat. My face turned red. I gasp for air. He let go of my hijab. I felt my legs spreading wider apart. My pussy revealed itself to him. His knee still holding me open. He grabbed my tit and squeeze it roughly. My tit was being squashed between our bodies. He fondled my boob roughly and then moved lower. He slid his huge dick against my thighs. I yelped loudly. "Let it go, Salma!" He told me. I unhooked my legs from his shoulders. He took his position in front of my opening. He pushed his pelvis towards me. My thighs closed in on his cock. "Damn it! Don't tease me!" He shouted angrily. Smack! He slapped my face along with my hijab. It tried to fix my hijab and that's where he saw opening.

He plunged his entire length deep inside me. "Aahhh!" I cried out loud. The tip of his cock pushed past my already broken hymen. A wave of pain swept through my crotch. I balled up in agony. My whole body shuddered. This was it. The last defense of my chastity have broken. Tears welled up in my eyes. "Be quiet and take it." He warned me. He pulled out slowly and thrust it back in again faster than before. I screamed louder. "Shut up!" He yelled as he pounded harder into my vagina. His cock filled up my pussy. I grabbed the bed sheet and pulled it tightly. "Ooowwwwwwww!" I cried. Each slam of his cock makes me scream in pain. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my waist. His chest pressed against mine. We lay side by side. His pubic bone smashes into my mons. He paused to catch his breath. "Fuck! That's good, isn't it? Do you want more? I bet you do." He mocked me. "Y-yes..." I nodded. I didn't know why I say it. It just slipped out of my lips like a morning mist. I felt horrible saying yes. I had committed adultery.

I should be ashamed of myself. "Good moslem girl," He smiled. "Do you like my cock fucking you? Tell me, do you want more?" He panted heavily. I nodded. "Yes..." I murmured barely audible. He pumped in and out of me faster. His balls slap against my ass cheek. "You're so tight, Salma. So damn tight." He praised me. I moan softly. His thrusting speed increased. I thought I would die. Pain shoots throughout my entire body. "Oh god... Oh god..." I prayed silently. "That's it Salma, give it to me. Fuck you're amazing. You're so perfect. Ahh..." He moaned. "Tell me you like it. Tell me you want more." He begged. "I-I like it..." I blurted out. It made me cringe. Another sin added to the list. "More." He urged me. I wanted him to stop. He pounded relentlessly into my flesh tunnel. "More, please." I whispered. My voice sounded like a little mouse. He was better. Way better than Ahmad, my husband. I had to admit it.

Ahmad wasn't even in the same league as Mr. Grubb. "Yeah, tell me you love it. I want to hear it." He commanded. "I love it." I lied. I lied to get it over with. I hoped he would finish soon. "Louder, bitch!" He slapped me again, but nothing hurtful in his slap. Somehow I liked the pain mixed with the pleasure. This was a whole new experience to me. The kind of feeling I have never experienced before. I groaned, but it was too weak for him to hear. "Scream when you're gonna come. Be proud to be a whore." He pushed deeper and stretched my cunt wide open. "Oh no... Please... Stop..." I whimpered. He sped up. His pace quickened and intensified. The pain gradually faded away. Now all I can feel is pure pleasure. There are two sensations mixed together. I closed my eyes and lost track of space and time. "Oh yeah, Salma. You whore. Take it! Yeah! Yeah! Fucking slut! Slamming my dick into you! Squeeze me, bitch. Fill my balls with your sweet cream!" He growled viciously. Suddenly I felt the pressure rising in my core. My eyes bulged out. "Aaarrghh!" A loud cry burst out of my mouth. My thighs clamped hard onto him. I squeezed and crushed his pelvis between us. "Keep screaming. I love hearing it."

He slapped my again. "Ah-ah-aah... Aaaaahhhh!" I gurgled. The waves washed over me like an ocean. My heart pound in my ears. My vision went blurry. My thighs shook uncontrollably. I couldn't stop cumming. "Take it, bitch! You want this? Is it what you want?" He taunted me. "Ugghh... Ugghh..." I mumbled. He drove his meat deep into my womb. I could feel his erection throb in my pussy. "Look at me when you cum." He ordered me while grabbing me by my messed hijab. I opened my eyes and looked straight into his angry eyes. He threw his head backwards and unleashed a torrent of hot semen deep inside me. His powerful orgasm shook me to the core. "Take this load you fuckin Moslem whore!" He screamed. "No! Outside! Outside!" I screamed at him with the last strengh of my body telling him to cum outside. A few more spits flew out and landed on my tummy. His cock finally started to soften and slide out of me. He fell back on the mattress beside me. I wiped the cum off my stomach with the bedsheet.

I sat up and tried to hide my nakedness. I pulled down my abaya and fixed my hijab. He was watching me and smiling smugly. "That was amazing. Salma. I told you you would like it." He said sarcastically. He rolled over and climbed off the bed. He left me alone in the bedroom. I was catching my breath. I was very thirsty. Mr. Grubb poured his seed inside me.  This was not my safe day. How could I be this sloppy. I forgot to tell him to use condom. But I shrugged it off. Someone like Mr. Grubb would never want to use such things. I wasn't worried about getting pregnant. Contraceptive pills will always be there to protect me. I stood up and tried to stand confidently despite the ache in my loins. I walked out of the bedroom and went straight to the kitchen. "Mr. Grubb, may I ask for some water?" I asked as if nothing happened. "Sure." He replied nonchalantly.  He offered me a beer. He offered a Moslem woman an alcohol beverage.

I declined politely. "Moslems don't drink alcohol." I explained. He gave me a smirk and said, "you just committed a crime worth of unalive sentence in your home country just a few minutes ago. Now who cares about drinking beer? " I chuckled nervously and gulped down the beer. One sin after another. I drank half the bottle until I finished it. Then I handed the bottle back to him. "It tastes bitter." I said. "That's how beer taste like." He answered. "Salma, how long does it takes you to reach climax?" He curious. "I'm sorry?" I replied innocently. "Your climax. How many minutes did it took you to reach it? And how many orgasms you've had?" He asked as he sipped his own beer. I hesitated for a moment. "W-well.. I-I don't know." It was a very private question and he asked it casually. Mr. Grubb patted the sofa, telling me to sit behind him. I obeyed. "Sit here. Put one leg on each side of me." He instructed. I complied. Mr. Grubb slid his hands underneath my abaya and touched my hips. "How much orgasms you've had today?" He repeated the question.

"Well... Once." I admitted. "Only once? After that, you were done?" He inquired. I nodded. "One orgasm only?" I nodded again. "Hmm... That's odd. Usually women need several times to release their sexual tension." He explained. "I think you still got plenty of juice stored up inside." He continued. "It must be because you're married." He said. "Is your husband good enough?" He asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Does he make you satisfied sexually?" He clarified. "Huh... We didn't really talk about sex stuffs." I confessed. "Really? How long have you been married now?" He changed the subject. "5 years." I replied. "So... Just having sex with him isn't satisfying enough for you?" He brought the topic back to sex. "We don't really talk about sex. Well... We hardly do anything." I explained. "He has lots of work." I continue. "Nowadays men work longer hours." Mr. Grubb commented. "You spend most of the time taking care of the kid, right?" He asked. "Yes." I agreed. "Do you watch pornographic movies?" He suddenly asked. "Porn? No! It's Haram," I replied. It was Haram act to watch porn.

"This world is full of sinful acts. Even sex with your husband is prohibited during Ramadan." He responded. "No, it just only during the day. We can do it in the night," I defend. "but you didn't do it with Ahmad in the night also, no?" Mr. Grubb cornered me. I nodded weak. "hahaha," Mr. Grubb loudly laugh. He grabbed my thighs and fondled my crotch over my abaya. "A lady this pretty and sexy. Wasted in the corner of her house." He teased me. "In Islam, men should worship God in every part of our life." I said defensively. "I am aware of that fact. You guys aren't allowed to masturbate either, right?" Mr. Grubb mocked me. "Uh-huh." I nodded. "How do you know?" I asked in surprise. "Hehe, learn your enemy. That's tsun zu 101." Mr.Grubb replied. So the rumor was true, he was a soldier. "Let me tell you something. Ahmad is not a bad man. But he is a boring man. Your husband is not capable of giving you a great sex experience. That's why you haven't reached your climax yet. Am I right?" He asked me.