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It was a week before I saw Inaya in any situation outside dinners or other family time. When we were together, it was definitely weird. She would either avoid looking at me completely or give me an indiscernible stare, which is why I was baffled when she came out again at night when my parents were asleep. I had Game of Thrones on, rewatching it for the first time in a long time, but I was really just chilling on my phone. She came in and sat down on the other side of the couch. I glanced at her, but she was just watching the tv and ignoring me.
The mood was tense.
We were in the middle of season 3, so I asked, “Have you seen this before?” She looked at me like I was the dumbest motherfucker on the planet; then she hopped up on her knees and swung a pillow at my head – hard. “Just because I’m not white or from the US doesn’t mean I live under a rock! Asshole…” Luckily I blocked the blow, but holy shit is someone in a mood.
“Jesus! There are a ton of people here who haven’t seen it either. I didn’t ask because your beautiful brown skin makes you look like you’ve never heard of HBO. Goddam, chill out psycho.” Inaya sat back and her face softened slightly. “Whatever…” Apparently the proxy foreign exchange family thing was working, because she was turning out to act exactly like a bratty little sister.
She had her knees up to her chest and was holding her legs. “Why’s it so cold? Where are all the blankets?”
“Mom was washing them, but I don’t think she finished.” Inaya was eyeing my blanket covetously.
“Can I have that one?”
“The one that’s keeping me warm right now? No. You know you have a bed full of blankets right down the hall, right?”
“I don’t want to go get one, and I like that one. It’s softer. You have a bed full of blankets too.” She was pouting, and it was very cute. I definitely wanted to make her happy and give her the blanket, but I couldn’t let her think she can pout and get whatever she wants.
“Well I’m not giving it to you this one, and I’m not going to go get another one either. I guess you can sit over there and freeze or we could share?”
The way her eyes squinted reminded me of a viper ready to bury its fangs into something, and they were locked squarely on me. “Don’t try anything, ok?”
I held up three fingers, “Scouts honor. I promise.” I was never a boy scout and my morals are beyond questionable. There is absolutely no reason to believe that, but she reluctantly says, “ok…” and crawled over to me. I opened the blanket to the cold air autumn was bringing into the house. When Inaya reached me crawling on all fours, she took one last second to give me a stern and wary look before curling up next to me. Her small frame fit pleasantly against my body. One of my arms was extended under her neck and the other was draped over her so my hand was resting on her upper chest/shoulder. She wiggled around against to find the perfect position before settling in.
“See, it’s not so bad.”
“As long as I’m not cold…”
I’m not gonna lie, I was cozy. So, so cozy. I’ve been single for a while and forgot how good something simple like spooning and watching a show at night can be. This wholesome moment stood in stark contrast to all the twisted stuff I think about, and do with Inaya. It wasn’t a decision I thought about and more of a pure reaction in the moment, but I kissed the back of her hijab-covered head. She didn’t say anything, so I craned my neck to see if she had any reaction and I saw the trace of a smile on her soft cheeks.
She glanced at me from the corner of her eye and the smile quickly disappeared. I tried to be sweet, and she couldn’t even let me have that. Oh well. As nice as this was, her body was pressed against mine, and with her ass nestled in my lap, my thoughts started to wander. I wanted to explore her body as much as I could get away with, so I began to shift my arm slightly so it could brush against her surprisingly plump breasts. She’s wearing her typical baggy hoodie, but the material is thin and with these small movements, I could feel the curves of her breasts. I want to feel more.
I move my hand down to hold her waist. There’s a gap between her hoody and pants where our skin makes contact. Inaya winces and grabs my hand throwing it off her. “Stop it. Your fingers are so cold.”
I put it back on her waist. “So warm them up. Don’t be a baby.” Her fingers are locked on my wrist, but I am a man that’s 4 years older than her, over a foot taller, and a solid 80 lbs heavier. It’s not hard for me to hold my hand against the skin on her exposed hip. She grunts slightly against the cold fingers and her own weak attempt to pry my hand off her, but she doesn’t say anything else beyond a groan of resignation.
My fingers warm up, and she seems to get used to my hand lingering on her waist. My fingertips, inactive until now, start exploring the curve of her hip and her thin waist. Inaya squirms next to me. Maybe she’s just getting comfortable, or maybe she’s uncomfortable with what I’m doing but not sure what to do about it herself?
I continue to slide my hand across her belly. “Stop…” My pinky finds her belly button and rests there while her hand tugs weakly on my wrist, but I continue up under her hoodie towards her chest. With both hands on my wrist now, she yelps, “Stop it! Seriously!” With a slight shift and a bending of my arm to put pressure on her neck, she gave up stopping my hand on her waist, and she grabbed my wrist that was around her neck. I wasn’t choking her, but it was clear that she thought I would.
My other hand was now free to continue up her torso where I found her breast, bare under her hoodie and gave it and her nipple a squeeze. I have a moment where I can’t quite believe I’m getting to do this right now. Inaya wriggles beneath me, but I squeeze her neck a little tighter.
With my hand on her surprisingly plump breast, I could feel my cock growing and pressing against her ass. Inaya’s back arched slightly and I could feel her pressing against me. I slid my top hand down the neck of her hoodie reaching inside to squeeze her tits which freed my other to retreat down to her hips pulling her tight against me. Through our loose clothes, I could feel her ass cheeks on either side of my shaft and shifted lower so it was instead pressing against her pussy.
Grinding gently against her, I could feel her weak resistance, but I could also get her hips shifting back and forth to grind against me as well. So she does like it? Her soft moan was all I needed to affirm my suspicions and egg me on further. I ran my fingertips under her waist band and just began pushing them deeper into her pants before she grabbed my wrist and her grip tightened on the other.
“No. Please. Please…” That word. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard something more beautiful. I keep pushing down despite her firm grip. She’s surprisingly smooth for a religious, conservative middle-eastern girl. I wouldn’t have thought she might not think about shaving since no one will see it. The tops of her thighs guide my fingers down below her pubic area, but her legs squeezing together and the vice grip on my wrist makes further progress difficult. “Not that. Please….”
I had already made up my mind, so her pleas for me to stop only made the moment sweeter. I closed my arm around her neck slightly to give her an opportunity to change her mind. In an instant both of Inaya’s hands were committed to helping her breathe which freed me to pull down my underwear off and position my erection between her legs. With that in place, I force my hand between her thighs and under my cock so I had her soft pussy in-hand.
It was wet, not on the outside, but when my fingers pushed against her, I felt liquid push out and coat my middle and ring fingers. As soon as I started rubbing her clit with them, she let out a soft moan, and her grip softened. Having pushed past this boundary against her will, it seemed to me that Inaya had paused for a second. Maybe she was caught off guard by how it actually felt. My fingers continued the slow, steady motion against her clit, occasionally sliding my fingers down and spreading her labia. He breathing became a mixture of unsteady, heavy breaths and sharp inhales when she would squeeze my arm again.
I had released the pressure on Inaya’s neck and reached back in her shirt to massage her breasts and pinch her nipples which consistently elicited a whine or a moan from her.
“Stop…” It was a whisper, barely audible, but with that faint word, Inaya relaxed her thighs and rested her hand on mine. I’m sure this was all a lot for her, and I think it comforted her to have her hand on mine as I rubbed and teased her.
After a minute like this, I took Inaya’s hand and set it on my cock which I had been rubbing with the back of my knuckles this whole time. I put my very wet fingers back on her pussy, but instead of rubbing the outside, I pushed the entirety of two fingers deep inside her. I had to cover her mouth to stifle her yelp as she squeezed my cock now firmly secured between her thighs. I was done going easy on her, so I jerked my hand up, simultaneously rubbing her g-spot and clit. Her moans were nearly screams muffled by my hand covering her mouth.
I was relentless, but eventually I eased off. She was tugging on both wrists. When I let her speak, she was talking so fast she was tripping over her words. “That’s too much that’s too much that’s too much! Please stop that’s too much! Oh fuck…” She was breathing deeply and trying to get a hold on herself. With all other motion ceased, I could feel her abs twitching against my arm which were accompanied by awkward jerks in her hips.
I moved to put my hand back between her legs, but she stopped me. “No. Please. No more.”
I put my hand on her throat gently caressing the muscles along her neck while saying, “You know I can’t stop until I cum, and I also know you’re not gonna fuck me-“
“No.”
“Right. I know that’s not happening, but you also know you couldn’t stop me if I really wanted it.” I gave her neck a slightly less than gentle squeeze for emphasis. “But if you do what I say and prove you can be a good girl, I won’t do any more than I need to.”
Inaya didn’t nod or shake her head or say anything. I placed my fingers, wet from fingering her, up to her lips trying to push them in, but they were pressed together tightly. I waited two long seconds for her to open them then gave her a swift smack her on the cheek, just hard enough to get her attention. She winced.
“I won’t ask again.”
She must have begun to understand that I meant what I said. Only a moment’s pause and Inaya opened her mouth. When I didn’t push them in, she grabbed my hand with both of hers and pulled a couple fingers into her mouth. She’s a smart girl. Whether it was because she was afraid or liked my fingers in her mouth or enjoyed her own taste, I couldn’t say. For whatever the reason, she was enthusiastic with the way she licked and sucked my fingers. Her little moans of pleasure were the cherry on top. My cock was as hard as ever while I dry-jumped her thighs.
“I want you to make me cum.” I say. She pulled my fingers out of her mouth, and I could hear the hesitation in her voice. “How?”
“Just a handjob. That’s all. Here like like this.” I had her lie on her back with her head resting on a throw pillow on the end of the couch, and then I straddled her chest. I was so, so hard. I felt fucking huge, and my cock was aching with the need to cum.
There is a big difference between feeling a cock between your thighs and seeing it tower in front of your face, especially if you’ve never seen one before, and it was clear by her reaction that this was the first cock she’s seen in real life. She gripped the base of my shaft, her fingers feeling tiny on me. “Both hands. Spit on them first. Good. There you go.” I know it’s her first handjob ever, but holy fuck – she’s a natural. Her hands worked up and down my cock in unison, twisting back and forth in opposite directions with each stroke and applying the right amount of pressure…
“Fuck, Inaya. That’s feels so fucking amazing….” She looked so focused, but I thought I caught a little smile crack her lips. There was so much pressure in my balls, and I knew I was getting so close.
“Keep going. Keep going…ffffuuu-“ She was stroking my cock hard and fast and the combination sent me flying over the edge. It was overwhelming. My body curled in on itself, and I had to grab her hands with mine to stop her from overdoing it. With my hands tight on hers, I squeezed in rhythm with my pulsing orgasm and aimed it where I wanted. Her face was turned to the side, and she was squinting in anticipation. This was the worst possible position for her if she was trying to get out of this situation without a face covered in cum.
With the first throb, a thick glob of cum plopped onto her hoodie, but the second shot came out much harder and sprayed across her cheek just below her eye which she promptly closed. Her mouth had an opposite reaction and opened in shock, which was a huge mistake because I immediately sent a hot rope of cum directly into it. I continued to spray her repeatedly adding to the gloopy mess dripping down her face.
Inaya spit out what she could, but she clearly didn’t know what to do with herself. Before she could do anything including opening her eyes, I reached for my phone and snapped a couple pics of her. To me she looked perfect. There is something especially sexy about white cum on dark skin. Besides, who knows when pics like this will come in handy?
She was just lying there petrified for a few seconds and unwilling to open her mouth making muffled attempts at speech. I grab my underwear and scoop as much of it off her face as possible, but a lot has dribbled down onto her hoodie and hijab. I squeeze out a few last drops of cum and wipe my cock on her hoodie to clean the rest off of me. She catches me adding to her mess, grabs my boxers out of my hands, cleans her face the best she can manage, and then pushes me off of her. “Ugh I can’t believe you just did that!”
I can’t help but laugh. “You’re welcome. You were amazing btw. I’m not just saying that. You’re much sexier than you give yourself credit for, you know.” She’s looking at me looking angry, but doesn’t say anything at first.
“I’m going to bed. That’s never happening again, by the way.” She stands up, but I grab her wrist. She tries to yank herself free, so I pull her down with alacrity and pin her on her back. “When I said you would have to prove to me that you’re a good girl, and I won’t do anything more than I need to, I didn’t mean tonight. You’re going to have to get used to doing what I want, or I will stop playing nice and take what I want.” I stand up looking into her eyes. “Now go clean yourself; you smell like a fucking slut.”
I could see the tears welling in her eyes as she slowly got up and walked out.
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