Hijabi live in sex slave for a kaffir :) [MMMMF] [F] [M]

I used to use /r/DirtyPenpals to chat dirty to a lot of guys and enjoyed the attention and PMs a lot, there was a really sweet old man from Australia who I dont know, just got me interested. His wife had passed ages ago and he was looking for a much younger girl to do some age play/ role play in. I had recently sold my business so was sitting on a decent amount of money, so decided to arrange to live with him full time for a while (I am an ex muslim from Michigan).

he was really sweet and had an old-man body. His penis wasnt big but on our skypes it got hard and I knew it was good enough for me. He was really into scat play, rimjobs and water works (as I am) as well as rape fantasies and incest fantasies.

It took ages to finally meet up. I, as agreed, was wearing really cute panda panties and nothing else under my burkha. he was a bit taller than me, and we had agreed that I would talk in a girly voice. He met me at the airport wearing a red polo Tshirt and white shorts. He looked really nervous and his laugh was really high pitched. I tried my best to make him comfortable on the car journey to the hotel (we would be going to his home the following day) and rested my hand on his crotch to tease him but he moved my hand away. Not a good sign!

in the hotel room it was more of the same. we had discussed his sexual desires in great length, and I was looking forward to being his little girl and pleasing him, but he seemed so ashamed. I stripped and offered to shower with him but he said no. I felt a bit hurt but put it down to nerves. he was still not hard once with me. I didnt want to put pressure on him so we lay next to each other after the meal and fell asleep quite early.

the following day, we pulled into his house. he showed me my room (I had already been given a tour of his house via skype) and again, most of the day was spent awkwardly trying to see if he was in the mood.

i went to sleep that night, and he came to my bed, I could tell he was trying to be quiet as possible. we had spoken openly about his fantasys, and I believed him, and believe him still that he would never harm a child, but it was something he enjoyed fantasising about quite a lot. the sort of conversations we had online, we spoke quite frankly about these things.

he crept into my bed, and I could feel he was naked. breathing heavily. i pretended to be asleep, lying on my side with my back to him. i could feel him pressing his dick against my ass for a while, then he grabbed my boobs. after this he left.

the following morning at breakfast he didn’t mention it and neither did I. I tried to encourage him and show him that it was ok, so started talking about how I was scared to go to the bathroom on my own because of the monsters. I saw a glimmer, a spark of excitement in his eyes which quickly evaporated. we went out for the day, he showed me around the town and we had quite an enjoyable day. I ate a lot of heavy, carby food at his urging, and again tried encouraging him by mentioning how I would need the toilet a lot soon and rubbing my belly. again, there were flashes of excitement but nothing sexual when we reached home.

it wasnt until the following day that I managed to make some progress. one of his friends had come round to meet me, I know I have a good body, and his friends eyes were all over me. his friends hands often “slipped” to my ass and often made poorly disguised sexual overtures towards me. I glanced over at James and I could tell that he was getting aroused by this. We had talked about Cuck roleplay but I assumed he would want to enjoy me first. I started flirting with Mike more and more, not knowing if Mike was aware of our living arrangement. I whispered in Mikes ear to meet me in 5 minutes and went to my room.

Mike was good. he came really quickly in me. he was much bigger/ heavier than me and I enjoyed the feeling of being completely dominated.

he lay next to me getting his breath back, and said not to tell anyone this happened, the fucker was married!

that night, James came to me. it took a while to get him hard and he kept going soft, but it was fine, we took our time. i used my mouth mostly.

the following day was our first attempt at role play. I dressed up like a shy virgin muslim girl for him in a full length burkha. he orally “raped” me and ripped my clothes to take pictures of me. he was hard all the way through. I gagged and threw up midway and I think he really enjoyed that, especially since I was really getting into it and crying/ begging him. he suprised me in a good way after he had finished by pissing on me. I played along and after he left, I went and showered and changed the sheets.

I think he slowly started getting more comfortable with me. we stuck on piss play for a while, such as holding his dick while he pissed, drinking, and golden showers. I think it took a lot for him to be able to properly do scat play with me. he used to watch me on the toilet and I encouraged him to clean me but he didnt like that, so I switched it round and we arranged for him to shit in the shower in front of me, then I would clean him up. I had to do a “taste test” that I would give him a rimjob after cleaning him up. it used to take AGES to fully clean the shower afterwards, but I didnt say anything to him in case he felt bad.

it was about a month before I started becoming a full slave for his friends. most of them were the same; I was the “exotic” girl and the “forbidden fruit” and so on. most of their desires were fairly vanilla compared with James.

I was asked to be a “girlfriend” of one of their sons, but in such a way that he would not realise it was a set up. I don’t like things like that. consenting adults is fine, but making a fool of someone is really awful. I didn’t even know if he was 16 yet! I was beaten pretty bad by that bastard for refusing, and he raped me anally so hard that I tore & bled. he bit me so hard that it cut my skin. I didnt tell james, I just said I wanted to take a trip for a week or two to explore. I checked into a hotel a few miles away and rested and healed as much as I could. I went to the hospital for my ass too because it was causing me a lot of trouble.

When I came back to James, we took it very slowly. he could tell that I wasnt the same, and he was supportive and kind. our lovemaking became gentler and more pleasant.

I might write more, honestly its not all doom and gloom! x

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