There was this total silence surrounding my home. Its never been like this before. My grandfather, who raised me since I was a little kid, just passed away. My name is Iqra, this is my story, and I live with my brother Faisal. We have only each other now. I just turned 19, and I was planning to attend university, but I am sure that not gonna happen now. My brother spent most of his time in Gym rather than school.

My parents immigrated here before I born. I don’t know much about my parents, I was raised by my conservative grandfather. Now that he is no more, I can live my life the way I like, but I needed money. I needed to get myself a job, and I am hot and sexy, I hope that can get me some job. My brother is also working hard, but it’s not enough. I told my brother about the idea of me getting a job, but he was not cool with the idea, but I didn’t care.

I always envied girls who look cool in sexy outfits, and it’s my turn. I needed to throw away my long clothes and to look slutty as possible. I would show these snotty girls the worth of exotic beauty like mine. I didn’t have much money but managed to save some and went to one of the cheap shops, where nobody goes and selected some outfits. I bought two outfits, one crop top, which is very short and showed my navel and waist.

 

 

 

and another sheer scoop neck t-shirt with a lot of cleavages and sexy denim shorts.

When I reached the counter, I was short of cash and only had enough money for one outfit, but I don’t want to leave my other dress behind.

After a lot of thought, I asked the store owner if he could give me any discount. He said no at first. When he saw I was about to buy just one dress, he stopped me and said that he had a proposition. With a greasy smile, he told me that I could take these two for free if I changed into the dresses in front of him. I was shocked as this is a kind of naughty thing to do.  I had dreamt about these situations. After thinking about it, I said, “If you want to see me like this, then I will also take that push up bra and the black lace knickers too,” He agreed to it.

The shop owner said that it was his honor to give those bras to hot Muslim girls like me. I asked him how did he know that I was a Muslim? He said, “Only the Muslim girls agree to this proposal.” He was an Indian Hindu guy living here in Texas for a long time, and he bragged that he fucked a lot of Muslim girls. It got me irritated as well as aroused when he told me that.

I had no plan to fuck this asshole, but I need a dress, so I went to the changing room. He followed me, and I slowly removed my Kurti (Long top), he said, “Wow,” then I removed my salwar (pants). I took off my clothes and stood naked before him. I even turned to show him my ass and after I tried all these dresses.

I got all of them for free and went straight back home. I changed into a new dress and watched TV, it felt liberating. Faisal arrived tired and with a bag in his hand, and he was shocked to see me in this new attire. He yelled, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING.”

 I said, “Relax, grandpa. what’s the problem?”

“Nothing, I’ve just never seen you like this.”

“You are going to see a lot of this, and I don’t want you to make any rules,” I said with a mischievous smile.

Then he said something I did not expect, “Don’t worry, I like the way you dress. Just don’t get pregnant like some dumb slut.”

I laughed, “Come on, bro, it’s me, and I am not that dumb. Okay, what’s in your hand?”

His face flushed. With hesitation, he said, “Oh, this.  Some son of a bitch at my work told me that if I worked hard, I would get an incentive, so I worked hard, and he gave this ‘gift,’ I really expected money.” He then opened the box and showed a sexy, slutty dress which I had seen before on TV.

I was excited and asked him to give it to me. But he assumed his big brother role and said he forbade me from wearing it. “Forbid my ass, that ain’t gonna stop me.” I grabbed the dress and ran into my room, put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. “WOW, I look so hot,” I thought as I smiled at my reflection. It’s black, my favorite color, and it strategically exposed me at all the right places. I couldn’t even believe my eyes. I was so damn sexy.

I started thinking what’s the use of wearing this kind of dress and staying at home. I should go somewhere where I could turn a lot of heads. Even though it felt naughty, I came out of the room thinking what Faisal would say. But something unexpected happened. Faisal’s jaw dropped to the ground. “Wow, just WOW. Let’s go.”

I smiled at the reaction I caused just by wearing different clothes. This was the first time I ever felt like this, and it was incredible. I felt sexy and finally like a woman and not as a little girl. We went to a place I had never been to before. We were met by Faisal’s friend Iqra. We entered the place, and as we entered, men’s heads turned to look at me.  It seemed I was definitely a head-turner. Many girls were dancing on stage, some were naked, others scantily clad.

Faisal’s face turns red, “Hey, Iqra. This is not a pub, it’s a fucking strip club.”

I got excited after hearing these words, “Wow, this IS strip club? I had only heard of places like this. It’s a nice thing we are here. This is my lucky day”. Faisal looks at me disgust and confusion, but I didn’t give a shit.  I liked the place, and guys were already hitting on me and catcalling me. It was all intense, and I loved the attention I was getting.

Then something totally unexpected happened. I recognized one of the girls, she was topless and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “Hey Faisal, do you see that stripper, do you know who she is?” Faisal nodded no.”It’s Sultana.”

Faisal was like, “Sultana who?”

“Its fucking Sultana. She is the daughter of Imam of the masjid, we used to visit.”

“No fucking way.” Faisal was so surprised.

 

 

I started wondering,  she always covered herself from head to toe and acted so piously, so how did she end up here. I had to admit that she could dance. It was very confusing. Faisal wanted to leave the place and was feeling uncomfortable. I was not going to leave this place before I figured out about Sultana.

A lot of thoughts were going through my mind. Why was Sultana doing this? How did she end up here? I moved on and stood near the stage and yelled, “Sultana, you are such a whore.” She was shocked and started shaking after seeing me. She couldn’t stop in the middle of the show. She continued to give her the best show until finally, she was naked. “Wow,” I exclaimed. She got off the stage carrying her dress and grabbed me, taking me inside her dressing room. I stopped her when she was about to put on her dress.

Sultana asked if I was working here? I wanted to tease her a bit, “You wish, I am not a whore like you, Sultana.”

She was bitchier than I thought, “Oh, then what are you doing here and why are you dressed like one?”

I was not going down before a cheap slut like her, even though I was scared. “You are a naked slut, and at least I am not fucking others like you are.”

Sultana realized there was no winning here, “Okay. what do you want?”

I couldn’t kill my curiosity, so I handed her an olive branch, “Look, Sultana, I don’t want to fight with you. I just came with my brother to have some fun, and I saw you here.  I am just curious now about what happened to you? You are not like this.”

When I said that I had come with my brother, her face turned pale and she slowly muttered, “Did your brother see me?”

“Yup, he saw everything, now tell me everything. By the way, my brother was so impressed and amazed.”

After some hesitations, she started talking, “I am not a professional stripper, I just come here whenever I need money or to let off some steam. So please don’t tell anybody.”

I said to myself, “Wow, the bitch used the word, Please, now its time for me to use her.”

After a moment of thought, I carefully start speaking, “I will always be there for you, but you need to do me a favor.” She knew that she was at my mercy now.

“What do you want?”

“I want to make some money too, but I don’t want to do something like this. So, the first thing I want now is to get my brother married, so we can get some dowry money and manage.”

“I don’t want to marry anybody now. I have a boyfriend,” She responded.

I didn’t expect this, and I didn’t want my brother to marry this whore. I stopped her, “Wait, I am talking about your cousin Saba. I think she will be suitable for him.” 

I could see the relief in her face, and she asked me, “What do you want me to do?”

“I know you are close with Saba’s mother, just convince her to let them marry and then my bro and I will move to their home.”

Sultana knew she had no choice but to obey, and I could see from her face that she would throw anybody under the bus to keep herself safe. After that, I left her to get ready to go and informed Faisal about everything that had happened. He always had an eye on Saba, and I always had my eyes on their money.

They are not well connected. Saba was twenty and attending university. Her sister Maryam was eighteen and in high school. They lived with their mother, Tahira. She gave birth to Saba when she is just eighteen. Now at  39, she looked stunning. They had no father. So If Faisal got married, then they would be under my control.

We reached home and all the way Faisal talked about Sultana’s naked boobs and pussy. I saw that he had a hard-on, and I was also horny. Today I had let a stranger see my naked body. Being naked was so much fun, and I liked to experience that and a lot more in the future. I went to my bedroom, took off my clothes and jumped on the bed and started touching myself. I rubbed my pussy and slowly played with my clit.

Then I inserted my finger slowly into my pussy, which was all wet, so it entered easily. I had decided that this was the night I was losing my virginity, and I couldn’t think of any man more deserving than Faisal. So I slowly crept into the room where he was watching incest porn and masturbating. I was so glad and sure that he was thinking about me. I said, “Faisal.” He literally jumped from the bed and closed his laptop and turned back to see his little sister all naked.

He stuttered, “Wh… What.. What the fuck Iqra?” I said, “I can’t sleep anymore, and I am horny.”

He starts behaving as if he was some kind of guy with special morals and ethics. I stopped his annoying innocent acting and told him, “You are masturbating thinking of me. I am horny too. if you don’t want to do it, just let me go, and I will fuck the first guy I see.”

He stopped me. He came from behind and wrapped his hand around me and grabbed my boobs and said, “I’ve always wanted to do that, Iqra.”

I replied, “Now we can do whatever we want.” He lifted me up and threw me on his bed, he took off his clothes. I had tried many times before to see my brother’s dick, but now, the wait was over. My jaws dropped after seeing my brother’s 8-inch monster. I slowly got up from the bed and crawled towards my brother. I took his cock and started licking him and taking in it inside my mouth, inch by inch, till his entire dick hit my throat, it was wonderful for both of us.

I took the cock out of my mouth and pushed him to the bed and sat on his body, and rubbed my pussy on his stomach. He started squeezing my boobs.  I had taken a birth control pill, which I’d had for a long time. I sat on his rod, which slowly penetrated into my tight pussy, till it broke the hymen. He had taken my virginity.

The pain and pleasure was nothing I had ever known existed. I start riding him, riding him up and down. The ‘Thuk – Thuk’ sounds our bodies made were drowned out by our loud moaning. Then he let me lay on the bed on my back and started fucking me harder, and slowly increased his pace till the whole bed was shaking. He thrust all the way in me, till be unloaded. All of his juice filled my pussy, and my pussy started leaking.

Faisal put his fingers on my pussy, took a drop of cum and fed it to me. Wow, my brother’s cum was delicious. We were exhausted and slept next to each other.

In the morning, he woke me up with hot coffee and to get up from bed, he stretched his hand and pulled me up. I entertained him with a good view of my boobs, and we then shared a long passionate kiss.

My phone rang. It was Sultana.

Sultana told me that she had talked with her Aunt Tahira and managed to convinced her of this marriage proposal. We discussed some general things about marriage and living arrangements. But I could sense something was off in Sultana’s voice. I asked her and insisted she talk freely.

Sultana said, “There’s an issue, which Aunt Tahira wants to discuss first.”

I asked her to explain in detail. She finally started spilling the beans. “Actually, It’s about Mariam, that hoe sucked some dude, and the pictures are all over the internet. they are afraid, it may become a problem.”

I said to myself, “Wow, It’s much more than I expected. Now I have leverage. I can put this to good use.”

I assured Sultana that she or her Aunt didn’t have to worry about that.

After that, Sultana arranged a meeting between our families. They liked us, and the marriage was finalized. It would be just the five of us. After Maryam’s trouble, they were avoided by everybody in the community. In the meantime, I grew closer with all of them, hanging out together.

The time had come to settle the dowry. We agreed to sell their house, and half of the money would go to Faisal to start his own business, and the rest would go to the bank for Maryam’s marriage. I knew nobody decent would marry Maryam so that money would mine anyway. But for now, I should stay calm. We sold our own home and took some of Maryam’s money.  With it, we bought a new house in the suburbs with an outdoor swimming pool and facilities.

Finally, the marriage date was fixed, Saba and Faisal start hanging out, and both seemed to like each other. Tahira was the kind of lady who spent most of the days inside the home. She had no idea how the world worked, and she raised Saba and Maryam the same way. They are conservative and shy. They can easily agree with anything and submission ran in their blood.

The one thing worrisome about them is that they are not ‘Sexy.’ They have hot bodies but don’t use them well, so I took it upon myself to make them sexy and presentable. The first target was Saba, I asked her to come with me tor shop. When we were ready to go, Saba came in a burka.

I didn’t like that, this was not acceptable. I wanted her to look sexy. This had to change. I asked her why she was coming like this. She replied that her mom didn’t allow her to go out of the home without a burka. I need to be smart and manipulative, so I told her that her future husband wouldn’t like that as it didn’t look sexy enough.

She started crying, and I moved near her, hugged her and said, “It’s okay. Don’t cry. You are the prettiest woman I know, but you need to be modern. Show more skin, Faisal will love that.”

She has a hard time accepting the things I was proposing, but at the same time, I wouldn’t let this little bitch disobey me. I kept talking to her till she reluctantly agreed.

Saba took off her burka, but still, she looked plain. We reached the mall, and I had chosen some outfits for her. I could tell from her face that she didn’t like that, but she agreed to everything I said. She would make a good subservient wife. I chose the sluttiest dress possible, and I couldn’ wait to see her mom’s reaction. After we paid for all her dresses, I also got myself some more sexy clothes and then went back home.

Finally, the big day arrived, the marriage ceremony was done very simply in our new home next to the pool, celebrated by none other than Sultana’s father. The ceremony done, my brother was ready to fuck Saba.

There were only three bedrooms in the house. I share mine with Maryam, one is for my brother and Saba and another for Tahira.
The most awaited night had come, I prepared Saba for the night, and I asked her to take the pill as I didn’t want her to get pregnant. None of them liked that, but they did not dare tell that to me. I bought out the special dress for this occasion and made Saba wear it.

Tahira couldn’t understand anything going on around her and simply stood as I make her daughter dress like a sex doll and finally sent her to my brother’s room then Mariam and I, retreated to my room.

After that, I changed to one of the sexy night dress

and asked Mariam to wear one too, which she readily agreed to do.

Night had come and I was wearing my sexiest nightdress ever, and Mariam looked stunning in her black bra and sheer cover, exposing her black thong with a thin line of thread between her ass cheeks. She stood confused with a bit of shame and I encouraged her to be free and enjoy and after all, she is a slut, who sucks dick on camera and who knows what else she has done.

I want to control Mariam and to do that I had to earn her trust. I asked Mariam to come to bed. She keeps looking at herself in the mirror and hesitantly asked me, “How do I look?”

I wanted to have some fun and test how far I could push her. “You look like a porn-star”

Her face turned red and she didn’t know how to respond to that. Her awkward face looks so funny to me and I couldn’t control my smile. It was such fun to me “Well, for a starter, you can say thanks and how do I look?”

“Thanks, Iqra. You look stunning and like a slut.” I didn’t expect her to say something like this, but I liked it.

“Awww thanks, I always wanted to be like that.” She smiled at hearing this. One thing was clearly visible. There was more to her than she showed. I prolonged the conversation and keep complimenting her. She started to feel relaxed and more comfortable around me, and then she said something, I thought I wouldn’t hear from her. 

“Yes I like the way I look too, but what use, we can’t go out like this.”

She had said something which I wanted to talk to her about for a long time and it was a good start. I innocently asked, “Why not?”

Mariam asked, “I mean, what would people think?”

Its time to give her some confidence and support, “Fuck the people, It’s our life.”

She still wasn’t convinced. “What about my mom?”

“Yup, you are right. We should buy her a nice dress too,” I said.

She shook her head in disagreement. “NO! I did not mean that. My mom would never allow me to wear something like this.”

I raised my voice, “Did you ask your mom permission before sucking the dick?”

She lowered her head down in shame and mumbled, “How did you know?”

“It’s not a secret Maryam, I know everything. Sultana showed me the video, you are amazing, you suck so well. you have a good career right here on your lips.”

She felt awkward and ashamed when I started talking like this. I saw tears rolling down her cheek. “It was just one time, I made a mistake. I am sorry.”

I wrapped my hands around her should. “Oh dear. Please don’t cry. There is nothing to be ashamed about. I saw the videos, you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. I liked it very much and I know that you enjoyed too. Don’t hide your true self. You did good and you can do much better. Tell me you liked it.”

With a simple smile and shyness, she nodded her head, “Yes. But mom is so upset and she is more controlling ever since.”

It was time to reveal something which only I know, “I know about your mom too.”

She was confused, I started spouting more, “Don’t you realise how big of a slut she is?”.

Mariam couldn’t find any words to say, She started being defensive of her mom. “You are lying, My mom, is not like that.”

I stopped her. “Do you know who your dad is?” She was silent now “See, nobody knows. your mom was a slut, everybody in your family are sluts.”

Before she says anything I showed her the pictures of Sultana and explained that she was a stripper. Maryam was so shocked and she kinda submitted herself and promised to listen and obey me. I hugged her and went to sleep.

*

Meantime in Saba’s bedroom

Now Saba was ready for her big night and entered the room. All she wanted was to please her new husband. Saba was a virgin and had waited a long time to change that. Tonight was night, the revealing dress she was wearing made her hornier.  Faisal was so happy to see his wife like that and he had an instant hard-on. He hugged Saba and kissed her madly all over. Saba was getting hornier too. He slowly removed her top and in no time, both of them were naked. Faisal got on top of Saba and asked her to suck his cock.

Saba has seen blowjob only in porn and she was of the belief that people disn”t do that in real life but when Faisal asked, she couldn’t refuse. Faisal was excited to see the submission of his new wife and slowly penetrated his dick into her mouth. She was struggling since that was her first time but she didn’t want to let out of her mouth. He fucked her mouth deep and hard and unloaded his cum, and order her to swallow. She had some hesitation but the thought of her swallowing itself made her aroused and without wasting any time, she gulped everything in one go.

The season was so steamy and hot and their sweat was making her eyeliner dissolve all over her face, and her makeup was all gone. Faisal was not finished with her yet, he started fucking her pussy, he fucked her long and hard and sprayed his cum all over her face as he didn’t want her to get pregnant yet. That was a direct request from Iqra. He turned her back and hit her ass hard and all his fingers were pressed against her ass and he kept spanking her till her ass turned red. tThen he spit on her asshole, slowly inserted his dick in her ass and she was moaning, the sound was audible to Tahira, Maryam, and Iqra.

Iqra giggled to Maryam and said that her brother was having so much fun. Mariam stayed silent and here sisters moaning made her aroused. Faisal finally inserted his whole dick inside Saba’s ass and fucked her ass. After a very good fuck, he unloaded all his cum in her ass and made her eat this and both of them were about to sleep. Faisal ordered Saba to suck his cock till he slept and ordered Saba to sleep with his dick in her mouth. Both slept well, especially Saba with Faisal dick in her mouth.

**

Tahira woke up, and prepared coffee and went to wake up Maryam and Iqra. Tahira was shocked to see the way the girls were dressed. Tahira couldn’t find her words and breathed rapidly. Her face turned red in anger but she was scared to say anything to me so she asked Maryam, “What are you wearing?”

Maryam was silent and turned her face towards me. I said, “Nightdresses Tahira.” I used to call her Aunty, but now I called her by name. This was not something normal in our culture.

She didn’t react but said, “You can’t wear those kind of dresses.” I explained to her that there was nothing wrong with wearing this kind of dress inside the home and she didn’t have to worry.

Tahira pointed out that Faisal is also in this house and it was inappropriate to appear before him like this. I wanted to play with Tahira and it was the right time. I asked angrily, “Are you calling my brother a pervert?”

“NO NO NO. I did not mean that.”

I raised my voice. “Then what do you mean? Even if you go naked before him, he won’t do anything. Don’t talk badly about my brother.”

Myriam said to Tahira, “You should also wear these kinds of dresses, why are you restricting yourself?”

Tahira smiled. “Come on, don’t tease me. I am old and I wouldn’t look good in those types of dresses.”

Sultana who was now here to have coffee with us immediately stopped her, “Nonsense, You are beautiful, I will choose your dress. From now on and I am the official fashion advisor forthis family.”

Everybody laughed, Iqra wanted to get closer to her new family especially Tahira. 

I grabbed Maryam’s hand and pulled her to the kitchen. We were having our coffee but Maryam was still not comfortable. Saba came out of her bedroom, she was very tired and her makeup was all messed up and we could easily come to the conclusion that she’d had a very rough night. I was so happy to see her like this.  She come and sat next to us and I asked, “What happened last night? did you have fun?” She stayed silent, maybe she was shy.

I asked her again and then she said, “It was okay.”

I exclaimed “Just okay?”

She looks at my face with a smile “Wow, your brother was so good.”

Tahira asked us to leave her alone. After some time I grabbed Saba to my room with Maryam.

I asked Saba, “So, Did my brother used all your holes?” Maryam suddenly closed her mouth with her hands, she was smiling and shocked at the same time.

Saba slowly nodded her head. “Yes.”

I continued “Did you enjoy it?” Saba said that It was hard for her at the beginning but after some time she also starts enjoying. 

Maryam couldn’t control herself anymore and asked me ,”Okay, Iqra, how do you know all this, have you done it before?”

I said yes and they both were shocked. I was feeling bold and asked Saba, “Saba, please tell me, the first dick you ever suck was my brother’s?”

She said yes. I said, “I can’t believe this, you are so hot, no one else ever fucked you?” She didn’t obviously like my question but I didn’t care about her feelings. I told them to be causal, open-minded and sexy. I also told them that if they wantrd more dick they could ask me anytime and I would arrange it for them. 

They yelled, “STOP IT!”

Everybody giggled and we felt that our bonds were not just increased, but they had gone to another level.

I said, “Okay guys, Faisal told me that we are all invited for some kind of party. The host is one of the richest Indian Hindu guys in the city, so we have to go and impress all of them so Faisal can start a business.”

Saba asked, “Would Faisal be okay if I flirt with his friends?”

I said, “He would love that.”

Saba and Maryam looked at each other and told me that they could flirt and wwould make all those guys go crazy, and give them the best night of their lives.”

Faisal gave me some money, as we need to get some nice sexy partywear. Maryam and Saba informed  Tahira about the paty then Tahira asked me, “Is that really necessary, Iqra?”

“Yes, Tahira. You would look good in them. Also, you have been alone for a long time, its time to change that. You too have some needs. You can fulfill your desires whatever way you see fit.”

She then turned to Sultana, Sultana, “What would your brother and my daughters think of me?”

Sultana took a deep breath, “Tahira. My brother and I are open-minded and we won’t judge. We will support you no matter what. Your daughters, Saba wants you to be happy and Maryam, she has no right to judge anybody, after all, she is a slutty cocksucker herself.”

Tahira nodded in agreement.

“So are you ready to do that? What do you want to do?”

“I liked my previous job, the one which I had before marriage, but I don’t think I am suitable for that now.”

“What was that?” I asked eagerly

“I was a stripper.”

I didn’t say anything and pretend that I was in shock but I knew it too. Everybody in our community knows but she thought that it was some kind of secret. I didn’t want to ruin that, so I kept it to myself.

She is looking at me like she wants me to say something, “Oh Tahira, You are a MILF. You can do that now. You can join Sultana.”

“Is she a stripper?”

I said “You didn’t know? Yes she is. You can work with her, you can do the thing you want and earn money at the same time.”

My words really got into her mind, she’d found the support which she had never had in her life. She hugged me and we became very close.

I asked her to prepare for tonight’s party and I would decide for them the dresses they should wear.

I said “We all are hot chicks and why  shouldn’t show what we are?”

tTahira said, “Okay, As you wish, I am excited too. I never thought I would go back to this. Thank you so much for being so nice to me.”

I said, “Come on Tahira, don’t think too much, it will all be fine.” After I said that Tahira didn’t say anything and I left with Maryam to go shopping.

We then went to that Hindu pervert’s shop. He was so excited to see us. He said that he didn’t expect me to come back again and I introduced Maryam to him He shook her hand longer than usual and I could see a lot of lust in his eyes. I asked him for a sluttiest and sexiest outfits, then we selected some dresses.

“I asked him do I really have to pay for the dresses?”.

He said no but he said he needed to hire some girl to help with him in the shop.

I asked Maryam if she was interested to take the job and she agreed, so we got the dress and Maryam will work here beginning tomorrow.

We went back home and they were all shocked to see those kinds of dresses. It was easier for me to convince them now and they all wore those dresses and came out when Faisal came. Then we all started towards party place.

I wore a red dress.

I chose this for Saba..

I chose this for Maryam

I chose this for Tahira.

Faisal was so excited to see all of us like this and he couldn’t take his eyes off Tahira. He was still not sure how I managed to get Tahira to dressing like thas. To be honest, I didn’t even expect that it would be as easy as this to convince Tahira. She just didn’t say anything, she accepted the dress after I gave her, just like that.

She looked stunning. I chose the sluttiest dresses for Maryam and Saba.

Faisal hired the limo and we started going. We were so excited. We reached the outskirts of the city where there was a big mansion surrounded by trees. It was very secluded.

We reached the gate and the guys at the gate looked us and immediately let us in. No questions were asked. We entered the mansion and there were a lot of guys in suits and no women in sight. I thought that we are alone. Then Faisal introduced us to one of the guys who kissed my hand and said, “You look stunning and it’s my pleasure to welcome you.” He introduced himself as Mr. Patel.

I said, “The pleasure is mine.”

I sat with Mr. Patel. He had gray hair, was in his 50s and was very well built for his age. Mr. Patel sat next to me and Maryam sat on his other side.

Tahira was next to another guy and so was Saba. I hadn’t caught their name yet. While we were socializing, one guy comes with drinks and served us.

Tahira said, “We don’t drink alcohol.” but they insisted and Faizal gently ordered us to drink and reminded us that it was not polite to refuse the drink. So we all drank and it continued till we all had three different kinds of drinks and started feeling funny.

Somebody yelled Its time for the dance. One guy came and asked me to dance, he introduced himself as Vijay and he was over 60, fat and dark. I didn’t want to upset Faisal by refusing him, so I accompanied him to dance floor. He placed one hand on my bare back and another on my ass. I was kinda scared and drunk and started dancing with him, as time went on he started groping my back and ass. I wanted Faisal to save me but when I started looking for him while dancing I saw Mariam and Saba were also dancing with other guys. All of us are getting groped. Last but not least, Faisal was dancing with Tahira herself. Tahira and Faisal were dancing, kissing and groping.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. After the dance, we all gathered in one place and asked Faisal about Tahira.

He said, “I asked Tahira for a dance. She hesitated at first and then she started enjoying herself. She didn’t resist when I was groping her and kissing her.”

One of the guys got up and said, they had decided to give their business to Faisal to manage. They felt lucky to be able to fuck Muslim sluts like us.

We facing each other with excitement. We werethen ordered to move to a room. Its was big room with a large bed in the middle. We were told to get ready and they left. Faisal came in  after some time and asked us to do whatever they

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