A little bit of background: I was born in a fairly conservative Muslim family and lived in the West until my tweens at which point my family moved to the Middle East. I started wearing hijab at a fairly young age and identified with it for a long time. I was also exposed to porn at a fairly young age and it fuelled me ‘sluttification’, if you will. I came back to the West for college and lost my virginity to a long term boyfriend and then had several short-lived but exciting sexual escapades.
Tl:dr: A hijabi Muslim woman fucked her married coworker like the stupid slut that she is.
This incident happened when I had graduated and returned home and had lost the independence I had while I was living away from home for college. So I was now back in my parents home, living in a Middle Eastern country in the pre-Tinder era, and didn’t yet have a driver’s license.
I did manage to get a job in a large NGO where I had proven myself as a sophisticated, knowledgable, highly motivated, and hardworking individual. But the work itself was not that fulfilling, as I had basically been hired through personal connections. I was essentially a glorified intern. Needless to say, I was bored and horny.
By the time I made acquaintances with this guy who I’ll call Basil, I had already given my pussy up to several other co-workers. I’ll never know if they had blabbed and he knew I was a slut and thus pursued me or if it was a pure coincident that he and I met and got along well.
In any case, I met him when I moved teams because several of the Westerners on my team (logistics) were moving to South East Asia and I was told that there wouldn’t be enough need for me in the logistics team.
I met Basil on the very first day when I showed up early to work on the new team to make a good impression and he was the first person there even before my arrival. He was in his 40s, about 5’9 with a nice dad bod. He spoke English with a thick Arabic accent and was form Northern Africa. We introduced ourselves and he took the time to show me around before everyone else arrived. By the time our manager arrived, she arranged for me to have a desk near Basil as we had already met and seemed to have gotten along and because, it seemed to me, that there wasn’t much for me to do anyways.
Over the next few days Basil and I got to know each other and although he had been to a couple of brief work trips in Western countries he didn’t know much about them and was very interested in my experiences there as a hijab wearing Muslim girl in college in the post 9/11 world. Before long I know that he was married with kids and had a rather loveless and sex-less marriage. We would often make dirty jokes and even started flirting. I would tell him things like if I was married my husband would complain of too much sex. One day while organizing a stock room and I put my hand on his crotch and felt a rather decent sized package and told him if he was ever going to do something about his sexual frustrations or just keep whining about them.
To my surprise he freaked out a little bit and became very nervous and moved away from me. I actually became fearful that I may have unwittingly crossed a line and might get in trouble if he went and told our manager. I stood in the stock room panicking for a while until I gathered the courage to come back out to the office area but I was too panicked by this time and we had a very awkward remaining afternoon.
I had a rather quiet and uncomfortable ride home with my mother that afternoon. (I should clarify that since I couldn’t drive I was dependent on my parents to drop me off to work which made it very awkward). While mom and I were having a random conversation, I was completely disinterested and pre-occupied with what had happened earlier. Just then my phone buzzed and it was a message from Basil. He was asking to meet at a nearby mall the next day (weekend) and that he would show me a time a that I would never forget. I immediately told my mother that some co-workers were planning a get-together the next day at a coffee shop in the mall and that I wanted to go. My mom wasn’t very happy with me working in the first place so she was reluctant for me to every socialize with men and women from work but she agreed.
I barely slept a wink that night and didn’t get any responses from Basil when I did text him. I figured he was busy with his wife and kids but wished he’d respond to tell me at least what the plan was. The next morning my mom woke me up at morning prayers as she did every day, I prayed and hit the sac again and finally did have a good sleep for a couple of hours. When I woke up there still was no message from Basil and I spent the day moping around trying to figure out what I would do and my mom asked me several times what my plan was. I told her that they were still trying to figure out a good time that everyone would be available. She wanted to know details of each and every person that was going to be there… which I reluctantly made up.
Finally my phone buzzed and my heart skipped a beat… Basil sent a message telling me that he was going to check into a hotel located within the mall and that he would give me a room number once he was in. He also told me that he would not have much time as his family was coming with him and they would be in the mall shopping. I was okay with that. It had been several times since I had been fucked so I figured even a single fuck was better than nothing.
Everything went to plan, my mom dropped me off outside the mall and I walked in. I went through the entrance closest to one of the main coffee shops so that my mom thought that’s where I was going. Once inside I messaged Basil and he gave me a room number so I made my way all the way across the mall towards the hotel. I had remembered to bring condoms which I had secretly kept hidden in my luggage since returning from college. I just didn’t trust guys enough to be sure that they would think of these things.
I made my way through the hotel lobby and got a few looks but just made my way confidently through, even though I knew that this was a hotel where my father often had work conferences and meetings. I got up to the room and the door opened as soon as I knocked. Basil pulled me in and before I knew it he pushed the door close and put me against the wall while his hands fondled me breasts. He told me my breasts were bigger than his wife and that he had forgone his customary daily masturbatory session in anticipation of fucking me. My hands crept onto his crotch and it seemed quite big. I unbuttoned his pants while he fondled and kissed me. He tried to take off my shirt but it caught on my head scarf so I untangled and took both off for him. There I was in just my pants and bra. He pulled out my boobs from the bra and started licking and biting them. While I finally undid his pants and slid them own.
He was wearing briefs and his dick looked huge from the outline. When I slid down his underwear I gasped. His cock, while not the longest I had seen, was massively thick. Thicker than anything I had seen in real life or pornography. I had no idea how it would fit inside me. Basil could tell from my reaction that I was a bit terrified and then said ‘I told you that you wouldn’t forget” and then laughed. He put his hand on my head and guided me to sit-down on my knees. and push this cock towards my face. All I could do was lick his massive cock. I could just barely fit my mouth around the head of his penis but that was all. The more I did the harder it got and I could feel it pulsating. He stopped backwards and sit on the sofa while I held me by the hair and made me crawl along with him while I continued to suck the tip of his cock.
He told me how good he felt and that it had been many years since anyone had taken his cock into their mouth. He told me how happy he was to have me on his team at work. After struggling and gagging on his cock for a few minutes it felt that he’d had enough. He told me to take my pants off, as I did I asked him to put on a condom. He told me that he didn’t have any and that he wouldn’t finish inside me. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that I had brought condoms so I took one out from my purse and handed it to him. He reluctantly ripped the package and took it out and that’s when it dawned on me that there was no way the condom was going to fit. But I also wasn’t going to risk pregnancy in while fornicating with a man in a Muslim country. We managed to wiggle the condom on but it was a very tight fit.
My pussy was soaking wet by this point. He laid me down on my back on the bad with my legs dangling off and he stood on the edge of the book and introduced the tip of his penis as I let out a little scream and begged him to go slow. He did for the first minute or so but as soon as I started moaning, he lost his control and rammed his cock in and out while fondling and pressing my breasts. And that’s when I realized a change in sensation and realized the condom had ripped.. it was basically dangling off at the root of his gigantic cock. I didn’t care at this point and begged him to keep fucking me but pull out before he came. That’s all the encouragement he needed.
I had never been so thoroughly filled up before. I thought I’d had some really big cocks, but I learned that day that girth matters most. He continued to tell me what a slut I was and that he was glad for girls like me who went to the West that knew truly how to take a cock. After fucking me raw for a few minutes he told me to get off so we could change positions. I felt filthy knowing that I was fucking a married man whose wife and kids were not too far away. I got up and to his astonishment knelt down on the floor and sucked and licked his cock that was covered in my pussy juices.
I think that was too much for him. He grabbed me by my hair again and stood me up and then bent me over the bed and shoved his thick cock inside me. This time he had no trouble going all the way inside me with the very first thrust. It felt better than anything else I had ever felt before. It was the first time there was a cock inside me without a condom while I wasn’t on any birth control. The fact that I was doing this in a Muslim country with horrifying consequences was even more of a turn on. I moaned hard and loud which might terrified him a little so he shoved my face into the bed to muffle the sound. With the other hand he grasped both my wrists while he continued to fuck me mercilessly. I could now feel the pressure building up and I think he was ready to come. While I moan and told him how much I loved his cock I begged him to pull out before he came. It didn’t seem like he was paying an attention to what I was saying and I grew worried while still enjoying his cock tear me apart.
Out of no where his phone, which was lying in the bed rang and it was his wife. He picked it up only to reject her call and finally pulled out in just enough time to cum over my back. All I can remember is quirt after squirt and warm cum falling all over my ass, entire back, and even my hair. I got up and turned around, he stood there with his phone on his hand as he replied to a a text message. Without looking up he ordered me to lick his cock clean. I did so without hesitation. As soon as I was done licking his cock clean he just walked off and started putting his clothes back on while still fixated on his phone. As I tried to look around for a towel to clean myself he looked at me just long enough to tell me he didn’t have time and needed to check out of hotel before going back to his wife. I managed to get a towel and rub off just enough cum on my back but not from my hair. He was growing increasingly impatient so I just quickly put on my clothes and hijab and walked out of there.
I couldn’t believe I had just fucked a married man who didn’t even give me the courtesy of cleaning myself up and basically just threw me out of the room. I could feel my panties soaking wet form all the cum that had built up and I could feel my hair sticking to itself and my undergarments sticking to my back. As I walked to the coffee shop where I was supposed to have met my work friends many thoughts raced through my head, including the fact that I was still horny and hadn’t cum. I ordered a coffee and ducked into the bathrooms and touched myself to a massive but quick orgasm. And then went back to grab my coffee.
I texted my mother to let her know I would be ready for pick up in 10-15 minutes. She responded that she was already in the mall and doing some shopping. Turned out she had never left. After dropping me off she had gone and parked and come back into the mall. I went to meet her in one of the shops and from there we walked together towards the parking lot. As we walked through one of the food courts she noticed Basil (she had seen him a couple of times before while giving me a lift to and from work). She said we should say hi and reluctantly we went up to where he was having a meal with his family. He introduced me to his wife and we spoke pleasantries without either my mother or his wife realizing that he had just fucked my brains out and his cum was still all over my body.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t9ormu/i_23f_fucked_my_coworker_45m_while_working_at_an
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