I bit my lower lips and stared at the floor. "Do you agree with me?" Mr. Grubb pressed further. I reluctantly nod. "Ok. Good girl. Have you done anal?" He asked.  "Anal? Never. It's a sin," I exclaimed. "Have you tried doggy style?" He quizzed. "Doggy style? No." I denied. "Have you ever fucked outdoors or public places before?" Mr. Grubb grilled me again. "Never." I assured him. "Or anywhere other than bedrooms?" He demanded. "Never." I firmly declared. "Or even public restrooms or parking lots?" He interrogated. "S-sorry. I'm not familiar with those kind of places." I faltered. He rubbed my pubic area gently through my abaya. "salma, how old are you?" He asked softly. "24." I replied. "Have you fantasized about someone else?" He probed further. "No." I honestly deny it. "so I'm your first adultery?" He asked.

"Well..." I paused. "Of course. Because you're my first adultery partner." I said slowly. Mr. Grubb laughed heartily. He squeezed my ass cheeks tightly under my abaya. "Hahaha, you should sleep with more men, Salma." He recommended. Ring ring. My smartphone vibrates. "Ahmad is calling," I quickly pick up the phone. "Who's this?" Mr. Grubb asked curiously. "My husband." I replied. "Hello." I said into the phone. "Where are you?" Ahmad asked impatiently. "I'm at Mr. Grubb's," I answered. "Did you talk about our rent money?" He asked again. "Y-yes, we discussed it. About a week later, we can transfer the money to his account." I informed him. "Oh, so he give us some slack, alhamdulillah. I promise you he will get the rent money before four days. What are you doing then?" He demanded. "Nothing, I'm just about to go back to our place," I lied. "You better be there soon. Aisha is asking for you. She wants to play." He informed me. "Ok, see ya!" I ended the call abruptly. "what's wrong?" Mr. Grubb asked in concern. "Nothing, I need to go home."

I hurriedly stood up from the sofa almost forgot I left Aisha my daughter for almost three hours. "Wait. Don't go yet." Mr. Grubb ordered. "There is still one thing we have to do," he said. "Wh-what thing?" I trembled. "Anal sex" Mr. Grubb commanded. "Eh-eh no!" I exclaimed in protest. "Why not?" He ask. "Because! Haram!" I shouted angrily. He slapped me again, this time it was hard to the point I plunged into the sofa again. I pressed my slapped cheek. I could tell my cheek is red. "do you want to take your clothes off or I'll rip it out of you?" Mr. Grubb threatened me. I jumped off the sofa again and removed all my hijab and abaya. There was no good in refusing Mr. Grubb. If I walked out of his apartment with torn clothes people will ask questions. "Good. Now bend down, put your head between your knees. Don't move, ok?" He ordered me. I nodded and comply with his instruction.

"stick out your ass, Salma!" He commanded. I did as he told me and stuck my butt up high. Then I felt cold air touch my anus. He was rubbing ice cubes around my rectum. I let out a gasp. Mr. Grubb laid a towel beneath me. He spread my buttocks wide apart. His fingers circled my rosebud. "Mmm," Mr. Grubb hummed. "Your ass hole looks so inviting, very beautiful. Can I enter it?" Mr. Grubb asked me. I bit my lower lips and stare at the side of the sofa. "can I fuck your ass?" He asked again. I felt a hard object rubbing my anus. It turned out to be his pinky finger. It easily penetrated my ass. "Aaahh..." I moan softly. Mr. Grubb groaned too. His index finger joined his pinky finger in my rear. "Oohh..." I moan again. "Aaaaaaa..." Mr. Grubb sigh deeply. "Relax, Salma. Let your asshole open wider," He coached me. With his third finger pushing my butthole deeper, finally his thumb entered my ass. The feeling was beyond words.

"My asshole muscles stretched. It hurts like hell but I liked it. "Are you ok, Salma?" He checked on me. "N-no, it h-hurts," I whimpered. "It's supposed to hurt when I stretch it wide open. Relax, relax. Don't think about it too much," He urged me. "ok," I replied hesitantly. Slowly Mr. Grubb pulled his hand out of my butt. "Alright, now lay flat on your belly." He instructed me. I complied. I placed my face against the carpet. "Stick your ass out, Salma," He demanded again. I got up on my hands and knees and spread my legs widely. Mr. Grubb slowly slid two fingers inside my asshole again. They immediately went in without any resistance. "Eek..." I squealed. He brought his free hand to my pussy. Mr. Grubb stroked my clit. "Ughhh..." I moan louder. As if he wasn't satisfied yet, he pushed a third finger into my bottom. I yelped. "Calm yourself, Salma."

He ordered. I felt another object pressing on my anus. This time it was his cockhead. It popped inside my butthole with ease. "Ooooooohhhh... aaaaggggghhhh..." I moan uncontrollably. "Oh, that feels so good. Fuck your ass, Salma." Mr. Grubb encouraged me. "Your ass is tight and warm. Oh, Salma, your asshole is a perfect fit for my dick." He complimented me. His strokes were deep and powerful. I enjoyed every inch of his penis going in and out of my bowels. "Ooh!" I screamed. Mr. Grubb began to ram his member faster and harder. I forgot about everything. About my status as a wife, as a pure lady, as a mother, I forgot about my daughter waiting next door. Nothing matter anymore. All that matters was this moment. When he thrust his shaft in and out of my asshole, my mind was blank. I couldn't control myself. It didn't feel wrong anymore. Even though I know it was.

Even though I know what I am doing right now is prohibited. But my body doesn't seem to care. In fact, I started to enjoy it. I loved being sodomized by an older man. A man almost the same age of my father. A man who wasn't my husband. A man of other faith. I loved having my anal canal violated. Having something shoved inside my bottom made me feel exhilarated. Anxious. Anxious that somebody would discover what I am doing behind closed doors. Someone might hear my scream. But this is not Arab. This is America. People didn't give a fuck of other's business. "Aaahhhhhhh..." I cried out loudly. "Oh yeah, you dirty bitch, you filthy slut, you fucking whore. You love my big cock in your ass? Oh yes, you are such a perverted little bitch, aren't you?" Mr. Grubb teased me. "You're nothing but a whore, a cheap Moslem whore, a filthy cunt. Yes, you like it, don't you? That's it, stick out that ass, you slut, you fucking whore." Mr. Grubb called me. He fucked me like he has known me forever..

"Yeah, that's it, keep sticking that ass in the air. Show me how much you like my cock in your little Muslim ass." Mr. Grubb continue taunting me. I never thought I could be such a nasty whore. And yet, here I was. Being sodomized by a white man twice my age. I thought I would be disgusted and angry at him. But instead, I found myself more and more aroused by him. I wanted to please him, to make him cum inside me. To make him happy, to make him proud. He grabbed my hips tightly. He pounded my ass even harder. "Oh god, I can't hold it anymore. I'm gonna cum, Salma. I'm gonna cum all over your ass. Here it comes. Take it." Mr. Grubb warned me. With those last words, he pumped his seed inside me. My body tensed up and collapsed onto the floor. Exhausted, breathless, I blacked out. Click click click. I heard clicking noise as I opened up my eyes. "Mr. Grubb!" I exclaimed. He was taking pictures of me naked with my ass filled with his juice.

I stood up hastily and covered my nakedness with my arms. Mr. Grubb clicked again, capturing my reaction. "Please Mr. Grubb, please don't take picture of me like this." I begged him. "Haha, don't worry, Salma." He chuckled. "These photos are only for my private collection. No one else will see them except me. But if you don't comply with my demand, then I'll send them to your husband. Would you like that, Salma? Do you want your husband to find out you've been sleeping around? " He said while pointing at the camera. I stared at the ground. "no, sir" I replied. I was careless again. He seeded me and he took pictures of me naked. I was totally his captive. "Don't call me 'sir', Salma. Call me mister or mr. grubb, just like everyone else calls me. Now you can go, don't you have daughter to attend?" He dismissed me. I walked out of his apartment dejected. Through the corridor I contemplated. I knew that he had complete control over me. From now on, I would do whatever he wants me to do. I would serve him as he wishes. I was able to settle my rent problem but at what cost? I would be his slave or else he would destroy my life.

He said when you come again , my friend will join us.